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Please Stay.

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PART 10 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING PART 1 (Just Stay.) and PART 6 (Heartbeat) FOR CONTEXT!!

WC: 4.6k | Synopsis: Chris has a nightmare, and you try your best to comfort him.

Notes: ANGST, Fluff, Suggestive AF, Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Swearing, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - LITERALLY THE ENTIRE POINT OF THIS FIC

PART 10

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

Chris affectionately ruffles Jeongin’s hair, leaning heavily on his shoulders as he congratulates the younger on his effort at the dance rehearsals today.

“Jeongin-ah you did so well today~” he grins, hugging the man tightly. Jeongin makes a noise of discontent and tries to shy away, proud of the praise but not exactly eager to be on the receiving end of the affection from the father-figure of the group.

Chris shuffles them over to the benches, still clinging to Jeongin excitedly, but eventually releases him to grab a bottle of water. Carefully, Chris wipes at the sweat dripping down the side of his face and downs the whole bottle in just a few seconds.

“Anyone up for chicken? I’m starving,” Changbin calls, already picking up his phone to order the takeout. “Oh- chicken? I’ll pay,” Minho offers, shaking his hair out of his eyes. “Nahnah. My treat, I’ll shout,” Chris interjects, “You’ve all worked hard, you deserve it.” He picks up his own phone and sits down next to Jeongin on the bench.

Chris tugs at his shirt a little, trying to fan some air onto his overheating body and briefly glances at the vaguely spread out members, waiting to see if anyone would dare contest his word. Jisung opens his mouth, his eyes wide, but upon catching sight of his leader raising his eyebrows slightly, the quokka decidedly turns to talk Hyunjin.

A satisfied smile gracing his features, Chris clicks open his phone, and his smile morphs into a grin, his heart fluttering at the text messages from you.

(A/N: When dialogue is in script format, it's meant to represent text messages)

You: “Drink lots of water please” You: “I know you’ll smash today’s rehearsals” You: “You won’t think so” You: “There’s always room for improvement” You: “Yes Christopher” You: “There is” You: “but please don’t push yourself too hard” You: “Be proud of yourself, even only a little please?” You: “I’m proud of you” You: “I hope you know that” You: “I always will be” You: “No matter where you are” You: “Or what you get up to” You: “I’ll always love you too” You: “Always always always and forever” You: “Doesn’t matter where I am” You: “My love will always search for you” You: “You’re my moonlight” You: “You shine even in the darkness” You: “See you later alligator :)”

Chris shakes his head with a little chuckle, already typing out his response. It’s late… well… it’s early in the morning and your messages were only from a few minutes ago. He’s preparing to spit back every single message of adoration and concern, but also chastise you for still being awake.

Chris: “My pride for myself goes to you” Chris: “Thank you though, the Kids worked hard” Chris: “I’m ordering them chicken, you want some?” Chris: “Actually what are you doing still awake?” Chris: “Go to sleep please” Chris: “And jagi, it’s cute that I’m your moonlight” Chris: “You’re my sunshine for sure” Chris: “But you know the sun would shine even in the darkness too?” Chris: “I’ve told you this a million times as well, but I shine because you do” Chris: “I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”

He blinks and stares at the little “Read at 2:56am” pop up in place of the “Delivered”, then scoffs at the sight of 3 little dots dancing on the corner of the screen. You’re typing back. Indignant at you still being awake, he clicks your contact and swiftly calls you. “Bin can you order chicken for everyone? I’ll pay for it in a second.” “Yeah yeah,” he responds, having never stopped placing the order from earlier.

(A/N: Let's pretend there's a 24/7 chicken place somewhere in Korea...)

“Are you calling Y/N?” Jeongin asks, leaning over slightly. Chris offers a brief nod and whispers back, “You can say hi in a second.” You pick up after more than a few rings, which is atypical of you, especially since he knows you’re already on your phone.

“Chris?” You ask, your voice sounding dry. He grins at his name falling from your mouth, happy to hear your voice. “Jagi~” he frowns, “Why are you still awake? Go to sleep.”

Jeongin scoots away, suddenly not in the mood to say hi, his eyebrows knitted together in concern, nose scrunched in mild disgust. Chris playfully whacks Jeongin’s arm, amused by his antics. The Kids should be well in truly used to this affectionate side of him, but they still liked to mock him for it.

A small chuckle filters through the phone but you remain otherwise silent. Chris shivers, goosebumps unknowingly erupting on his arms, and he involuntarily snuggles into himself, an arm wrapping around his waist securely.

“Are you in bed right now?” He nonchalantly asks, then lowers his phone at the request of Jeongin, “I’m putting you on speaker by the way, Jeongin wants to say hi.”

“Hey- hi Innie,” you manage, voice still unusually quiet. “Did Chan hyung wake you? You sound tired,” asks the youngest, peering worriedly at the phone screen.

Slowly, the other Kids have wandered over, just as eager for a chat with you, even Changbin, who’s still adding to the order. He’d been going around and asking what everyone wanted.

“Yah, Y/N-ah do you want Chan hyung to drop off some chicken for you? He’s paying,” Changbin calls, biting his bottom lip in concentration. “Nah… I’m all good thanks Bin.”

“Did I actually wake you up baby? You’re so quiet,” Chris asks, panic spiking somewhere in his chest. “No no. I was awake. I’m just glad I got to hear your voice again,” you mumble, and Chris tilts his head in confusion.

“Glad to hear you too but what does that have to do with…” his voice trails off as he shivers again, an unwelcome fear trespassing over him, his heart pounding in his chest incessantly for an inexplicable reason, “Where are you? Is that wind I can hear?”

The Kids’ look up at Chris, confusion registering on their expressions, but Chris isn’t paying any attention to that. He’s zoned in on your apparent silence, eyes narrowed at the rushing sound filling the phone speakers in place.

“Anyone else cold, why’s it suddenly so cold?” He grimaces, crossing his legs to try and keep his body warmth closer, “Y/N where are you? It’s the middle of the night? Why’s it so windy?”

Again, your silence follows, but this time Seungmin breaks it, “There’s no wind hyung. I don’t hear any.” There’s collective nodding with murmurs of agreement and Jisung leans even closer to the phone just in case. “And hyung, hyung how are you cold? We just finished rehearsals…” “What happened to being a human heater?” “Yah… what wind are you hearing? The line’s dead silent.” “Are you getting sick or something?” “Getting old?”

Chris swallows, his brain tuning out their babble. He’s now shivering violently, the tips of his ears tinged pink. His throat has gone achingly dry, and his breath is coming out in stutters that he’s trying to control.

He blinks, tears pricking the corners of his eyes and then he sees it. Just a flash, a flicker, as though imprinted briefly on the inside of his eyelids, and his stomach swoops just for a second - your shoes perched on the edge of a building.

You’re looking down, shivering in the cold, at the drop below you - the endless fall, twinkling happily with the neon lights of the dark city. They’re waving at you, blinking with festive cheer.

“Y/N what are you-” but it was only a second, and Chris’ vision returns to his own. Panic grips him, and he bolts up, jumping over the legs and bodies of the members and disappearing straight out of the rehearsal room. There’s no way. There is absolutely no way.

“Y/N. You still there? Stay with me,” he pleads, but one glance at his phone makes his heart sink into his stomach. The call’s been ended. He doesn’t get too far down the hallway before he staggers into the wall, his vision spotting and dropping in and out of consciousness - that frightful deliriousness between sight and darkness, blurring together uncomfortably. Somewhere behind him, although alluringly distant, he can hear the echoing voices of the Skz Members calling out to him frantically.

In a moment of relieved clarity, his eyes widen in surprise at his new surroundings, the chilly night air blanketing his body in pinpricks of discomfort, the wind eerily whispering in his ears. Immediately, his arms wrap around himself protectively, and his head whips around in a disjointed fashion, his brain processing the abrupt change of scenery. Above him, the stars twinkle with a disguised mirth, the moon only just visible behind the filter of the clouds.

Usually, the night sky served as an aid of comfort for him. Tonight however, it only increased his sense of panic, particularly when he saw your figure silhouetted in the distance; distinct and soft against the chaotic lights of the city. He sees you standing there, your back turned to him, rocking back and forth on your feet, hair billowing out behind you, and all at once the world tilts.

“Y/N,” he whispers, launching himself forwards desperately. His fear for you quietens his voice, scared he’ll accidentally startle you… and you’ll fall, “Jagiya,” he calls out a little louder this time, wondering why in the world it’s taking him so long to run over to you. Was he even moving at all? A strangled yell leaves his throat as he watches you shuffle hesitantly, bringing yourself just that little bit closer to the edge.

He’s an arms length away from you now. In just a second he would have you in his arms and he’d never let you go. In just a second he’d cry without abandon and repeatedly ask you why; how did he fail you this severely for you to want to end it all? This doesn’t happen however, because he notices the barrier at the last second, the distorted ripple of it in front of him, and he brings himself to a stop, panting heavily.

“Y/N!” Chris yells, hand reaching out to tentatively touch the force field, “What’re you doing?! Y/N what’re you-“ It’s only now does he realise that you can’t hear him. You mustn’t be able to. There’s no way you would just choose to ignore him when he’s chanting your name over and over again.

“I’m proud of you” “I hope you know that”

Your head is still tilted down, staring at the abyss below you, and you’re anxiously wringing your hands behind your back. Knowing now, that he can’t scare you to your death, Chris’ voice fully returns to him and he screams your name. His voice heard from anyone else would sound so broken, so angry, laced with an unmatched frustration.

To him however, he couldn’t care less. To him, all he wants is to break through this fucking barrier, whatever fucking transparent bullshit this is, and pull you into his arms. He hammers rapidly onto it, his hand curled into a fist. This achieves nothing but a hazy ripple effect.

“I’ll always love you too” “Always always always and forever”

“Y/N. Baby. JAGIYA!” Chris yells, and his face is crumpled in his desperation to stop himself from crying. What’re you doing? What’re you- what the fuck? How did I mess up this badly? I can’t lose you. Jesus fuck- don’t do it, please. Please. For a second there, Chris believes you’ve heard him, but he doesn’t let the relief completely wash over him.

You’ve turned around, swivelling carefully on your heels, and even this action makes him flinch forwards, his breath quickening. Don’t fall, don’t fall, think this through, please, please I need you don’t leave me pleasejagiyababyiloveyouwhat’reyoudoingpleasecomebackdon’tdothisican’tdothiswithoutyouineedyouineedyou.

“Doesn’t matter where I am” “My love will always search for you”

Your face is void of emotion, completely blank and unreadable, but this isn’t what shatters him. No. Not even the way you tilt your head confidently to the sky, as if this isn’t the scariest thing you’ve done in your life. The last thing you’ll do. Might as well go out with confidence right?

What shatters him is the way your features soften at the sight of the moon, glowing brightly now with the clouds having drifted away. What shatters him is the loving smile on your face, the twinkle in your eyes, the absolute adoration on your face when you murmur, “You’re my moonlight Chris. You shine even in the darkness, I know you will.”

Chris breathes out a broken chuckle, nails digging into the barrier painfully, but he barely registers the way his fingers have begun to bleed. Who the fuck cares?

“No no no no, I shine because you do. I reflect your light. The moon reflects the sun’s light. You’re my sunshine. You’re my sunshine. I need you in my life I can’t- fuck shining in the darkness. You can’t do this to me. What are you doing?! Can we talk about this please- did I neglect you? Did I not love you enough, what wasn’t enough? I’ll do better, I’ll be better for you, just stay with me please. Please stay,” he rambles, his voice hoarse.

You look at him then, your eyes locking directly with his, and your smile widens with a pained finality. Chris’ breath is lost somewhere in his throat, and every movement of his pauses - all but for the beating of his heart, loud in his ears.

You can’t see him, that’s not how this works. I suppose you could thank the greater gods above for giving Chris this last moment to look you in the eye, and remember all over again why he loves you.

Or maybe it’s not something to be thankful for.

Maybe this just made it worse.

What are the odds that you’d decide to look at that spot, picturing so clearly your lover’s affectionate expression? If you combine the two images, blur them together - your imagination with the real Chris, staring heartbroken at you… the juxtaposition would be quite fascinating wouldn’t it?

You take a deep breath, arms spread wide. Chris’ breath is sucked further into his throat, his hands combing through his hair in a final panic.

Your eyes flutter closed. Chris’ eyes widen.

The silence of your graceful topple backwards, disappearing from sight, is broken only after a few seconds; broken by the gut wrenching scream of a man as the realisation hits him.

You did it. You’re gone.

You’re dead.

“See you later alligator :)”

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Christopher wakes with a start, tearing the blankets from him and disappearing into the bathroom, hands scrabbling for the light switch. He slams the door shut and rushes to the mirror, eyeing his fingers in a panic.

Relief momentarily washes over him when he decides his fingers are perfectly fine. In his reflection, the clear stain of tears line the sides of his face, and he chokes back a sob at the shimmer in his eyes. He looks absolutely pathetic. Sweaty, hair tousled, breath uneven, puffy eyes… tears. Pathetic.

Chris twists the tap on more forcefully than he’d meant to, and douses his face with the cold water, careless about what he��s splashed everywhere on the countertop. He collects himself after a moment, but can’t bring himself to move and open the bathroom door. Can’t bring himself to look at an empty bed. Can’t bring himself to see your side vacant, and have to accept all over again that you’re gone. He’s lost you.

But… what is he thinking…? Because… you’re there.

You were woken up by Chris’ frantic departure and crawled out of bed to pad over to the bathroom, your hand lingering on the doorknob. You stand there, listening to the sound of his breathing, waiting for him to calm himself down.

You know he will. You know he never likes to see himself this vulnerable. If he had spiralled, you would’ve burst through without any hesitation. Right now though, you know that he wouldn’t want you to see him like this.

“Chris?” You hesitantly ask, and the heavy breathing on the other side of the door abruptly stops, “Honey, can I come in?” Eventually, there’s ruffled movement, and you can tell he’s gone to dry his face.

“No- no it’s okay. I’m fine. I’m all good,” he calls out, and you sigh, resting your forehead on the door. “Christopher we’ve been together for more than three years. I’d be a pretty pathetic girlfriend if I believe you when you say that.”

His voice is closer when he responds, and if you had to guess, he’s pressed himself up against the door to personally stop you from coming in, “It’s okay, I’ll be fine.”

“What kind of a relationship are we in that makes you feel like you can’t be vulnerable with me? You’re not any less of the protective, mentally and physically strong man that you are for me, even if I do see you cry.” He laughs at this, and you allow yourself a small smile, relieved to at least provide a semblance of joy.

“I love you,” he chuckles, and the slight thud on the other side of the door tells you he’s rested his head back onto it. Experimentally, you twist the doorknob, but it holds fast. He’s twisting it back to stop you from opening it.

“The thing is Chris. I love you too, but I love it even more when I can see my love and make sure he’s okay.” You’re able to turn the doorknob a little further now, his grip having slackened, “I don’t mean to press, but I know what you’re like… was it another nightmare?”

The door cracks open slightly, and just as you’re about to take this as an invitation to pull him into a comforting hug, it slams shut again. “You don’t understand,” he grumbles. You inhale sharply, your heart painfully stinging, and move away from the door. On the other side, Chris immediately regrets his words, cursing himself for his stupidity.

“Okay. You’re right, maybe I don’t,” you quietly whisper, voice breaking slightly. As soon as you turn away and begin to trek back to your bed, the bathroom door is flung open.

“No- jagiya- that’s not what I-” Chris snatches at your arm and pulls you roughly into a back hug, his chin digging painfully into your scalp, “I know I can be vulnerable with you, it’s easy with you.”

You remain silent, hands grasping his arms so you can hug him back somehow. He’s warm… and safe around you, but you think this comfort should be the other way around. “I just- I just- you just died, in front of me. And I couldn’t do anything about it.”

You tense in his arms, eyes stinging as he tightens his hold on you. “I couldn’t bring myself to look at you when the image of your suicide was still fresh in my mind. I can’t still. You left me. I didn’t want to look at you and wonder when you would leave me again,” his voice is barely a whisper as he buries his nose into your hair, taking deep breaths.

“I… killed myself?” You tentatively ask, trying to shuffle the both of you over to the bed. “Right in front of me. You couldn’t hear me pleading with you,” Chris mumbles, and with difficulty you wriggle around in his arms to hug him properly.

He sighs into your embrace, and you lean back onto the bed, dragging him with you. Lying on top of you, he shifts so he can bury his face in your neck, and you massage his scalp comfortingly. Your stomach has twisted itself into a knot, pained to know the contents of his nightmare, sickened by the twisted irony of it all.

“I’m not suicidal Christopher. I never have been. It’s you-” His breath is hot against your neck, and he squeezes you impatiently, “That was one time.”

“One time is one too many,” you snap, but apologise immediately for your tone, “Sorry… I know it was years ago… and I understand why you tried to… who wouldn’t in your position? I think I would have too.”

Chris whimpers quietly, and you reprimand yourself for reminding him of the thought. “I’m not going to. What I’m trying to say, is that I still think about that moment a lot. It’s how I met you.”

Chris places a delicate kiss on your neck, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he speaks, “Yeah you pulled me off that god damn railing without any hesitation. I could’ve broken something.”

“You broke me,” you retaliate quietly, “You still break me.” Chris is silent at your words, and you stop your massaging of his scalp, lost in thought.

“That surprised expression you had when you finally heard me. It’s imprinted in my memory. Sometimes you give me that same look… and I can’t help but think what if?” He rolls off you and sits up against the headboard, gesturing for you to sit in between his legs. You do so almost subconsciously, still thinking hard.

“What if I hadn’t saved you that morning? What if I couldn’t? Maybe this is the universe’s form of karma for you,” you cringe at your train of thought, but Chris surprisingly laughs, peppering your head with kisses.

“Trust you to knock off my nightmare of you falling off a building as the ‘universe’s karma’.” You roll your eyes and grab at his arms, linking his hands around you yourself.

“Okay, let me rephrase… I’m just trying to say that… we all have our demons… and sometimes mine is that day you tried to kill yourself,” you look up at him to see him frowning, trying to understand your train of thought. You continue, “I guess I might be one of your demons.”

“One of my demons is the thought of losing you,” he eventually corrects, “So… I won’t ever lose you. Ever.” You giggle at his pout and bring one of his hands up to kiss it affectionately, “You won’t lose me. I’m not going to leave you.”

“Oh yeah? The last time you said that you up and left to a whole other continent across the seven seas,” he snorts, and you deflate in his arms, guilt riding up to your heart. “I- I know… I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I swear.”

“You won’t be able to. I’m not letting you out of my sight,” Chris grumbles, pulling you impossibly closer and tightening his hold around you, “Especially not after that nightmare. You’ll tell me yeah? If you ever have any worries? You won’t just one day decide to launch yourself off a building?”

“Of course I’ll tell you, but we won’t ever get to that point. I won’t leave you so suddenly-“ “Been there done that. I still have that voice message saved y’know. How could you just leave like that?”

“Wow, you’re really strung up about that still. I’m sorry… I’m sorry… that was one time and that was a year ago.” “One time is one too many. And that’s another one of my demons. That entire experience,” his voice is light now, and you can tell he’s joking with you, but deep down you know he’s still hurt by that period of time.

“Okay Mr. Separation Anxiety,” you grumble, “However can I make it up to you? Do I need to marry you? Worship you in bed? Follow you around for the rest of your life?”

Chris grins down at you and tilts your head so he can squarely kiss you, “They all sound good to me.” You raise your eyebrows, his face still pressed close, and whisper, “You want me to marry you?”

“Not the part I thought you’d comment on,” he chuckles, pressing close to kiss you into silence again. “No- Christopher I’d worship you in bed any day- you want to marry me?”

“Why is that such a surprise? Has that not always been in the books for this relationship? Were you planning on staying my girlfriend forever?” Chris’ affection has travelled to your neck, tugging at your hair a little roughly to angle your head for better access. You’re beginning to regret your suggestion of worship in the bed.

“No I… I just didn’t think- I mean you joke about it all the time, I didn't think you were serious serious about it,” you groan, forcefully pulling yourself away and scrambling out of his lap. You cross your arms as he pouts at you, and you immediately miss his warmth.

“I’d marry you right here if I could,” he shrugs, simultaneously pointing at you, and then at the vacant spot between his legs. “So why don’t you?” Is the only retort you can come up with, your brain going blank - and it’s only after it spills out of your mouth that you realise there’s a million reasons for why he doesn’t.

“You want me to get on my knee and propose right here right now? Cause I will,” he grins, “I gladly will, but… I’d rather I get the chance to do it properly.” He leans over and his hand encircles your wrist, trying his best to drag you back to him, but you dart off the bed and disappear into your office, still barely processing everything.

“And where are you going?” Chris yells impatiently, and after a moments pause you yell back to him. “I’m gonna get some work done!” “Right now? The sun’s hour’s away from rising!” “So? You do it all the time.”

“No- okay-” he sighs, and you can hear him flop back onto the bed, “Come back here please… I need… you need to fix this…” his last words are so faint that you have to poke your head around the office door and ask him again.

“You can’t just suggest you’ll worship me in bed and then leave,” he whines, and your brain falls into numb shock again. “I was humouring you, I wasn’t being serious. Did I not just die in your dreams 10 minutes ago? And now you want to-“

“Yes, because I took your humour very seriously,” he glares, stopping his snow angels on the bed just to eye you. “It’s the middle of the fucking night Christopher,” you sigh, turning away to start up your computer on your desk. “So? We do it all the time.”

You smash your forehead onto the table, walls caving as he uses your own words against you for the umpteenth time. “I fucking hate you Christopher.” “This is your fault,” he yells back.

“I really do hate you,” you scowl again, when he’s already kissing a trail down your neck and his hands are lost up your shirt. “I love you too,” he grins. “You made up that nightmare thing just to get my sympathy didn’t you?” “No. I’d never make something like that up. But you never know, now I might just make something else up in the future.”

“You’re… actually insufferable. And don’t you dare say ‘only for you~’ in that cheeky voice of yours.” “We can be insufferable for each other.” “So I’m insufferable as well? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes- will you hurry up and take this damn shirt off? It is- in- the way.” “You’re so unbelievably impatient.” “Only for you~” “Son of a-” “Shut up and fuck me, woman.”

“Say please?” “Wow. You did not just-” “Say please.” “Are you really going to-”

“Say. Please.” “I’m a bad influence.” “And I’m waiting.”

…

“Please.” “Please what?”

… …

“Please fuck me, jagiya. Before I turn your suggestion of ‘worship of my body’ into the ‘degradation of yours’.” “Oh.”

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-> PART 11 -> Masterlist

A/N: Cute. I think.

Feedback is always appreciated, negative and positive alike. I apologise for any editing errors, I’m forever learning.

Until next read! - Kaisowoo

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This Week In BL - Strongberry Kisses!

Dec 2022 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My School President (Fri YT) 4 of 10 - Gun gets flustered and then Gun gets flirty and comes over all spoiled prince, and poor Tinn loves it suffers. Thiw is the greatest wingman and it was the cutest date inspection: Tinn (confusedly carrying 2 ice creams ) just trailing behind a sunny excitable Gun. Yes, Gun is very extra. Yes, I skipped the singing. But oh my goodness do I love how much this is a traditional Thai high school BL. Thank you so much GMMTV. I missed this style of BL.

Never Let Me Go (Tues YT) 2 of 12 - I have to say that I’m not entirely sure about Chimon’s casting in this role (he is one of my all time favorite GMMTV actors), but I love Perth. Perth has the hardest role, and he’s such a great nuanced actor with such an expressive face, only he could really pull it off and still feel sympathetic. Meanwhile ironically named Pond = yet another Thai actor made to swim who can’t. That said, PondPhuwin and the attack of the subtle flirtation = wonderful. Honestly? This is a much better role for Pond than FUTS.

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) 7 of 12 - It’s still good, the leads are great, everything else is meh but at least I’m not bored? WATCH ALONG HERE.

609 Bedtime Story (Fri WeTV) 5 of 11 - So P’Mum is starting to figure out the science (do we call it science?) whatever. In other news, 3 years later, OhmFluke still give the softest sweetest most romantic kisses evah. P’Vee and Game are breaking my heart, honor the sides indeed.

I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) 6 of 12 - Noey has a very baby Dom thing to his bully behavior which is oddly cute. Or is that just me being warped?

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 11 of 14 - (it’s been extended 2 more episodes and into 2023, what joy is ours) We have switched to mostly focusing on Name and Em. I actually like the 2 actors, it’s just they keep getting stories I don’t enjoy. The JaFirst characters break up is not unexpected, presumably, they had to do some thing to honor the episode 11. After my bd reaction to The Yearbook I’m beginning to lose all faith in this production team.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Choco Milk Shake (Korea Strongberry Tues YT) 11fin - I have to say it felt a little manipulating and there was a lot of dwelling in sad and then a time jump, and then resolution, which is very classic for a Korean drama, but Strongberry usually bucks trends. Still, all the kisses are really good and I do love how the animals w kept their personalities. I’m going with 8/10 RECOMMENDED more below

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Viki) 12fin - The parental abuse, and horseback riding thing was weird. ending with a marriage equality muscle flex and some domesticity was classic Taiwanese BL. I do love that and they were so cute! But ultimately this was oddly disappointing at the end, I think partly because as good as the leads were the crumbs were both excellent too and I wish they had more screen time. 8.5/10

The New Employee (Korea Weds Viki) AKA The New Recruit AKA Shinib Sawo - From WATCHA (Semantic Error) virginal Seung Hyun scores the office internship of his dreams but on his first day at work he gets into it with his cool reserved boss. As you do. Stars Moon Ji Yong (Once Again). Based on Moscareto's web novel of the same name, directed by openly gay & queer activist Kim Jho Gwang Soo (Just Friends?). Grumpy/sunshine, boss/emp, age gap. WAIT, he lives in the same neighborhood as the To My Star boys! And this show reminds me a little bit of that one, same kind of energy. Frankly this is what I wanted from this new crop of office set KBLs ALL ALONG. Fantastic. At last!

Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox (Japan Fri Gaga) 2 of 8 - I’m not sure about this one, I am liking it OK but it is oddly mature while also being kookie, and also immature. Maybe it’s just Japan being its usual complex self.

The Director Who Buys Me Dinner (Korea Thurs iQIYI) 3-4 of 10 - The premise of the show is so weird. But once the pink smoke appeared, and I decided we’re actually in a paranormal drama and not an office romance, I’m better about it. Also it’s really nice to see the lead pair start to actually like each other.

Oh! My Assistant (Korea Thurs Viki) 7-8fin - There was a lot of me going awwww in ep 7. But in the finale, the triangle and jealousy seemed shoehorned in so that in the end, I was kind of torn. 7/10 More below.

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

Love Bill (Vietnam Sat YT) - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising stuff going on. I’ll wait and binge.

The Star Always Follow You (Vietnam YT) - same Team RL peeps we have seen before (Sunshine, Stupid)

Till the World Ends (Thai YT) 10 eps - it seems to be good but I don’t know about the ending, so I’m waiting.

Ended This Week

Choco Milk Shake (Korea YouTube) Stongberry gave us a full length BL on YouTube! It’s a BL miracle and an endless delight. It was wonderfully cute, unexpectedly hilarious but expectedly silly, a little too poignant, occasionally gut wrenching and with a somewhat expected weird (but happy-ish) ending. The actors playing the two pets must have had the best time. As, indeed, did I watching it. Jealous Milk made me cackle so hard it scared the actual cat on my lap, Choco was perfectly cast, and the chemistry was ultimately decent. In Strongberry I still trust. Thank you thank you, may we have another, sirs? 8/10 RECOMMENDED

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Viki) While, I really loved this show, it had a fun premise, and a solid lead pair with charming chemistry and delightful, domesticity, not to mention great communication, I wasn’t wild about some of the darker themes it explored, even though it did a good job with them. But while the crumbs and sides were v adorable they were chronically underused. If I gave half points this is a solid 8.5 but since I don't it’s gonna be an 8/10 MUCHLY RECOMMENDED

Oh! My Assistant (Korea Viki) This is a very silly show that acts like it comes from a very silly yaoi. Reserved out gay younger assistant (we stan) pretending to be tsundere but is actually just v shy and smitten by his cheerful (seemingly straight) chaos bi himbo artist boss. I think the cross cutting in of old footage with the replacement actor after the re-cast did affect the chemistry with this pair. There was no way around it. Even KBL isn't usually this awkward and repressed. Although this show had the best bisexual awakening sequence ever put in a BL, and I really wanted to love it, I just didn't. 7/10 RECOMMENDED WITH RESERVATIONS

2 Moons 3 (Thai) finished it’s run this week. Rumor is it’s banal. I’m waiting to collect all the eps and then I will try to binge before I finish my 2022 wrap ups.

Why You... Y Me? (Thai YT) It's not primarily a BL, but another meta show about BL shipping, with side BLs. I await @heretherebedork ‘s report on whether to watch or not.

Gossip

Nutt Witsarut (Daisy in Secret Crush On You!) will play the role of Gyogung in 9Cats Studio's upcoming series Hot Bamee and Yummy Gyogung (y-novel adaptation).

PitchBank from Golden Blood (AKA Segus & Tenon) will be the side couple in new medical Thai BL Mystique in the Mirror.

TutorYim (Cutie Pie) have a busy 2023, they’re starring in upcoming micro project Our Winter, possibly for Tik Tok distribution. They also took on JimmyTommy’s lead for Middleman’s Love and will have a cameo in KBL Jun & Jun (filming now). TutorYim will ALSO star in 2023 KBL (yes Korean) First Love's User Manual under A-Plan International’s Silkwood (Peach Of Time).

In Case You Missed It

Check Out is being made into a movie that nobody asked for. Then again if they cut it down to 2 hours maybe it'll be tolerable?

Singapore dropped short Summerdaze Christmas Together on YouTube. It’s ADORABLE and prompted me to talk about BL in Singapore and more. Def gave me Ingredients vibes. I really hope their series happens.

Coffee Melody also gave us the Christmas special no one asked for. It’s basically a reunion romance, but mostly just domesticity. It cute, but dull.

My Beautiful Man stars Yusei Yagi and Riku Hagiwara won several awards as a pair and individually at WEIBO Festival 2022.

Short Story Project's Coffee Shop (microfilm Youtube series in the same cafe setting with the same main character) ep 3 installment "ESPRESSO" is a BL. It stars BoyTod from Ghost Host, Ghost House and is a reunion romance. It’s quite cute.

Moments Of Love (SmartJames AKA LeonPhob from Don't Say No) from Foremorfilm Production supposed to air Dec 24 directed by Golf Tanwarin (609 Bedtime Story and The Eclipse).

I’ve started my end of year wrap ups, trends lists, and BL stats reported. Let me know in a comment if there is any specifically you want to know of have deep feels about.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Still coming:

Dec 28 - H5: Love in the Future from Taiwan (prob Gaga or Viki) - A cheerful and energetic student from 2000 travels to the future (2022), works as a deliveryman, and meets his first customer, an heir with a domineering personality. Directed by Nancy Chen (HIStory 4, Papa & Daddy).

Dec 28 - Midnight series starts on GMMTV’s TY,, one of which is Moonlight Chicken (EarthMix). Trailer. Maybe not really BL, adult issues, messy gays, cheating, soulmates? Mix plays an openly gay character in a relationship with First’s character. Earth portrays a chef who runs a restaurant while taking care of his nephew.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Honestly what a great cast and thank you Strongberry for not betraying our trust. It was a predictably weird, but not traumatic ending.

No shit.

Tinn caught himself a live one.

At least he knows it. (My School President)

(last week)

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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years

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being the MSBY Jackals’ physiotherapist

anon: HEY BOO! LISTEN BEING THE BLACK JACKELS PHYSIOTHERAPIST! I can imagine a lot of damage I- bye 😽 I could I please have that as a headcanon 👉👈 thanks! ❤️ (that is a If requests are open..)

they are most definitely open and OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING IDEA WHEN I GOT THIS I COULDN’T WAIT TO START. i’ve been watching a lot of vids on what physical therapists do too and i hope you like this it was so fun to write !!

Bokuto Koutarou:

he deadass got you mixed up with the sports psychologist

when he walked into your clinic he was all ‘ah, hey there’ before lying faceup on the cot and just talking about his problems

and at first you were alright cause good to make conversation and everything until you realized.... “this guy thinks i’m the therapist”

bokuto: people always assume that i’m really naive and i kinda am but--

you: bokuto,,,, i’m not the therapist

bokuto: oh 👁👄👁

you: does it, um, hurt anywhere?

bokuto: *points to his heart*

after directing him to therapist’’s office, you finally clear up his misconceptions on what you’re supposed to be

you did hear about bokuto but what you didn’t expect was that he was An Actual Ray of Sunshine

whenever he comes to your office for his weekly check-ups, he always brings some sort of present

he likes to bring a package of cookies and the two of you eat them while you have your session

bokuto still uses the term ‘ouchie’ and it’s adorable

he takes really good of himself and his body so he isn’t prone to serious injuries. as soon as he knows something feels off, he’ll stop himself from working and come to your clinic

except,,, he comes way too often

bokuto: I WAS FLEXING MY FINGER AND THEN IT SUDDENLY MADE A CRACK SOUND WILL IT FALL OFF???

you: you’ve... never popped your fingers before?

bokuto: you can POP your FINGERS???

in interviews, bokuto loves to mention all the people who helped him on his journey and ngl it’s a REALLY LONG LIST but he always, always mentions you as ‘the best physical therapist ever!!’

and it makes you so soft you love your job so much

he actually ends up recommending you to his friend, akaashi keiji, because bokuto knows his shoulders and back hurt

akaashi comes into your office and just goes: “can you crack my back and shake me like a glowstick?”

you: i think you’re looking for a chiropractor

akaashi: ...

you: okay, lie down. i’ll see what i can do

Hinata Shouyo:

he got LOST TRYING TO FIND YOUR CLINIC

like, you were checking your watch wondering where your client was before he burst into your clinic thirty minutes late

also for some reason he was really nervous to see you poor baby he had the misconception that you were there to find what was wrong with him and then after he wouldn’t be able to play again

so he was genuinely surprised after you just made him do a few stretches for him, recommended some ways to move his body to utilize it better, and just sent him off

hinata: just... just like that?

you: yeah, pretty much. unless you feel that something else is wrong

after that he’s not so afraid to visit your clinic. in fact, he enjoys it quite a lot!

hinata really takes note of the advice you gave him (he brings a notepad and everything) and he likes to call you up to let you know that they worked

he actually calls you A LOT, like you’re probably the person he texts and calls the most other than natsu

at one point he was calling you every single day asking about what to eat until you decided to make a whole-ass weekly meal plan for him to just cycle through

he’s actually quite flexible (not as much as sakusa though) and he’s so proud of being able to reach farther than his toes

when you’re not looking though he measures himself against the height chart on your wall and you think it’s absolutely adorable

hinata knows how to take care of his body and TRIES not to overwork himself but sometimes he gets really impatient about wanting to improve so he’ll stay late in the gym, practicing his spikes and serves

BUT since his teammates know hinata listens to you they’ll threaten to tell you when he’s overworking

sakusa: hinata, if you don’t leave the gym right this instant i am calling y/n

hinata: just five more minutes!!

sakusa: *pulls out his phones and presses some random numbers in*

hinata: OKAY OKAY I’M GOING

it’s kind of like the adult version of your parents calling the doctor when you don’t want to eat

also you have no idea that this happens

even though he’s moved on from it, hinata still gets a bit paranoid about playing a major game while being sick

you’re always at their games as part of their medic crew and before it starts, hinata always comes up to you and asks if you can take his temperature

you didn’t know why until atsumu explained everything so now you make sure to always have a temperature on you for hinata’s peace of mind

Atsumu Miya:

someone who actually knows what physical therapists actually do thank god

ngl you’re kinda shookt at how large he is in real life when he walks into your clinic

he also assumes right away that you want an autograph so he gifts you a signed picture of himself which you always have on your desk from now on because come on you are a fan

atsumu’s really nice to talk to, he does flirt quite a bit but he genuinely asks about how you are too or if your family is doing alright

such a sweet boy

atsumu’s the one who visits your office often but for reasons that are actually relevant to your job because this man just overexerts himself too much

and he keeps brushing it off and saying that he’s alright but you know better you’re a physical therapist for god’s sake

atsumu: i’m telling you. it’s just a sprain!

you: *pokes his ankle*

atsumu: aaaAAAAAAHHHH

he’s the one that you have to constantly keep tabs on and thanks to the help of his teammates and a spare key, you’re able to drop by his apartment once in a while

but no matter how much of a pain in the ass he is you still can’t help but want to take care of him. whenever you make yourself dinner you find yourself making seconds for atsumu

before you know it, you’re making dinner for your favorite MSBY boys because you don’t want them to feel left out

you also have to stop atsumu from overdoing on the protein shakes and drinking vitamins

because he’s addicted protein shakes especially the strawberry-flavored one but you’re the only one who knows that so shhhhhh

atsumu: if one vitamin capsule makes me healthy, does that mean drinking more will make me even more healthy ??

you: NO STOP. STOP WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING. RIGHT NOW.

one time you got a call in the middle of the night from atsumu saying that he ate an entire container of gummy vitamins and you had to run to his place in your pajamas

idk you just see him so much because he keeps getting injuries and it’s hilarious

atsumu, walking into your clinic: hey, doc! they sent me here cause my back hurts from carrying the entire team!

you: atsumu, you dislocated your shoulder

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

probably your most normal client among the four of them but that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy his visits to the clinic

well, actually when he first visited your clinic, everyone else stalked him because they wanted to see his Flexible Wrists in action

you had to chase them out

sakusa is SO HAPPY that you just took one look at his Flexi-Wrists and noted it down without going batshit over it

you always spray the cots and your instruments with alcohol before he comes in and sakusa knows cause he smells it and he appreciates that so much

one thing that you do notice is that sakusa,,, frequently glances at the jar of lollipops you keep on your desk and give out to your kid patients

and after a session he just lingers for a bit before saying good bye and leaving so one day you just take a chance

you: would you,,, like a lollipop?

sakusa: .... yes please

he chooses a cherry flavored one and is about to leave when he sits back down on the chair

sakusa: they’ll never let me hear the end of it if they see me

so you let him stay in your clinic for a bit longer before deciding to also get a lollipop and that’s how the two of you end your sessions

no talking. just lollipop eating

(i know how it looks but pls don’t add sexual connotations i jus want sakusa to enjoy a fricking lollipop)

he actually likes to remember the scientific muscle names and everything just to impress you

also, he doesn’t want to give you a hard time but he also likes visiting your office and talking to you (and eating the lollipops) so he makes up all these excuses to come by your clinic

sakusa: i hit my toe on the table

you: okaay, do you need a bandaid?

sakusa: it was the small toe

sakusa’s quite selective about the people he’s with so he’s kind of attached to you now. like it or not, you’re his personal doctor

prepare to receive texts like ‘y/n, i have a cough. what should i drink?’

you: sakusa, i’m a PHYSICAL THERAPIST

you: also, ginger tea is supposed to be good for you

he’s actually your eyes and ears when it comes to monitoring the team. kind of like the kid who tattles to the teacher in pre-school

sakusa: y/n, atsumu’s overdoing it again

you: is that so?

atsumu, in the background: NOOOOO NOOO I’M NOT !! SAKUSA’S LYING

you have such a soft spot for sakusa. when he had to be confined at home for breaking his ankle, you sent him a whole jar of lollipops

he ate them all in one day

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serenityseventeen · 3 years

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♪ The Last Day of Summer With You

Jun/Wen Junhui/Moon Junhui : Painting...?

“Are you sure about this?” You asked skeptically while staring at your boyfriend who was preoccupied with setting up the stand for the blank canvas.

Jun nodded and placed the canvas on the stand. He clapped his hands together after he was done and turned halfway to you who was on his right and watched him set up the whole thing. He innocently smiled but you shook your head.

“I don't think that painting together on one beautifully blank canvas is a very good idea,” You said, crossing your arms with conviction. “If my memory is correct, the last time we tried an artistic project, it ended up with us filling out bedroom walls with sketches of cats.”

Jun giggled at that remark because he could recall that moment. Everything about that warm spring day was chaotic and it all started when Jun decided to take Mingyu's suggestion of drawing with a significant other as a romantic activity.

That day was surely romantic to Jun because it was a memory he could never forget. You laughed so much that day despite continuously uttering about how foolishly childish you and he were, drawing cats on the walls and sketching stickmen in your notebooks while acting like troublesome kids. He could tell that that day was memorable for you too. If he could get you to smile like that, he would look everywhere for a fun activity to do.

Thus, that was why Jun was always looking for new things to try with you and he would take in many of his member's suggestions. Jun enjoyed having fun, being romantic, and being with you, so everything that his friends deemed ‘romantic’ he would try them out for himself.

Just like how that chaotically beautiful drawing day started, this one also started with a member's suggestion. This time, he took in the artiste, Minghao's recommendation of painting, and bought some art supplies for it.

Since today was a day to finish the hot, summer weather, Jun had decided that you two should attempt to keep the memory of a summertime sunset written on a canvas.

Jun let out a long breath and took your hand, setting you down in front of the canvas. Jun had already prepared a palette and brushes that were kept in a small cup, their fluffy ends sticking up.

“Come on, doing things like this once in a while is fun!” Jun said, handing you a palette. “I'll take the left half of the canvas, you can have the right side. Let's see what we can come up with to describe summer, okay?”

You chuckled, knowing that the painting was going to end up adequately attractive even if it looked peculiar. You glanced at Jun while holding the palette. He was skipping through the bottles of paint to get a brush while holding a plastic palette in one of his hands. You helplessly grinned as you gazed at Jun.

The assorted and iridescent paint bottles that were lined up on the floor were neatly ultimately scattered with a gentle brush of Jun's foot as he made his way back to the stool next to you. He came back with not one brush, but the whole mug that held the brushes.

“Let's get started, shall we?” Jun asked, smiling as he set down the paintbrushes.

You watched as he squeezed paint onto his palettes and gently dabbed his chosen brush into the paint. He painted a slanted line down the middle of the canvas, causing you to laugh at how imperfect but cute it looked.

“I guess I have more space at the bottom of the canvas than you do,” You commented, bringing some orange paint onto your palette.

Jun laughed softly. “I won't even try to fix this crooked line.”

There was complete silence in the house as you and Jun started focusing on the painting. The activity was messier than both of you thought it'd be. Jun had forgotten to buy painting aprons to avoid getting paint on your clothes too, but thankfully, the two of you changed into clothes that weren't special.

It was strange to see him so focused on the painting.

Jun found it strange that you were working so hard on your side of the painting. Sometimes, he would glance at his side to catch the beauty of a concentrated you.

When you saw him looking at the corner of your eye, you would turn to him and you both would stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds before you either smiled, winked, scrunched your nose, or asked, “What?”

Jun couldn't catch when you would gaze at him though, even if your eyes were shooting out hearts, he would be too distracted by his painting that he wouldn't even notice. You found it rather cute, and, you got to gaze at his dangerously attractive side profile.

“Can you pass me the blue paint?” You asked.

Jun looked around his stool to realize that he had been hoarding all of the paints around and under his stool. His hands were a rainbow mess and his painting, well, you could just tell that he was trying hard because it looked pretty with bright and dark colors.

“Oh, sorry,” Jun replied. He got off his chair a little to reach for the blue bottle of paint, his messy hands staining the side of the bottle.

You didn't mind that the bottle was tainted because your hands too, were decorated with a variety of smudged colors. You didn't even know how some paint got on the smooth, tiled floor, though it wasn't unexpected.

As Jun took the bottle and handed it to you, his clumsiness took the best of him and he accidentally, while retreating his hand, swept the back of his painted hand against your side of the canvas. He was moving a beat too fast which caused the sudden collision.

You both froze because you saw the entire thing happen and Jun quickly realized what he had done. The canvas was a bit smudged with brown, destroying the aesthetic of the painting.

Jun looked at you, expecting death glares, but was met with a warm smile. You were laughing, amused by your boyfriend's small mistake. It must have been ridiculous to see you laughing like that because Jun couldn't hold his laughter either. Whenever you laughed, he would habitually mimick your actions even if he didn't know what was so funny.

“Why are you laughing? Aren't you upset?” Jun asked, confused by your rather bright and friendly expression. Your laughter was contagious and Jun was still frozen in place.

“Of course not!” You finally replied. You placed your brush and palette down on the floor, grinning widely out of unexplainable ecstasy. “Mistakes like that are what makes paintings like these so special!”

You cupped his face with your paint-covered hands, leaving polychromatic marks on his cheeks, and leaned in to press a long, sweet kiss on his lips. You didn't know why, but it felt like you were waiting for something like this to happen.

Jun was a bit taken aback by the sudden kiss but he quickly absorbed himself into his. His hand would have completely pushed the painting and stand down but he somehow controlled that, leaving a messy print of his hand on your side of the art piece.

His paint-filled hands left marks on your clothes as they climbed up your waist to hold you tightly.

“You're such a fool,” You commented, your thumb caressing his cheeks that were now smeared with paint from your hands. “Why do you always take in your member's ideas?”

Jun moved back a little to look into your beautiful eyes that were now reflecting the sunshine from the large living room window. “I think I'm too boring. I want you to have fun with me.”

“Thank you,” You replied. “I'll try to be a better lover and give you surprise activities that are fun like this too. It's just that you're so foolish; you don't need to ask your members for fun activities to do. I like everything you do, even if you're just playing piano, singing, practicing a funny skit, or playing games on the computer. It's all fun to me.”

“It's okay,” Jun said, knocking on the side of your head playfully. “I want us to do a variety of things together because it's fun and memorable. I don't care whether or not we do these things as long as we do something, even if it's just staying at home. I wouldn't do things like this if I didn't have you.”

You both let go of each other with a smile. You stared at Jun's hand engraved on your painting. Jun noticed it too and was about to apologize but before he could, you quickly submerged your palm in your colorful painting palette.

You smile lovingly at him before pressing your hand against his side of the painting.

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a/n: this one was almost 1.5k words and yes, I know, the picture has barely any relevance to the story overall. I tried very hard to find a newer photo of him with paint but had no luck; I just remember them playing with paint during Pretty U(?) or predebut. Anyway, I love Silent Boarding Gate with my whole heart so I used that photo instead. + What does summer look like to you?

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sebastiansmistress · 3 years

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꧁𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨꧂

NOTE: these are made up but are influenced by previous headcanons i’ve seen before.

these headcanons are mainly my ideas so if you post about them please be sure to tag me!

also, you can follow my tiktok. it’s the same user as this one!

be sure to tell me what you think and comment who else i should do ☺︎︎

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how he asked you out:

akaashi asked you out while you were both at the library studying for an exam the next day. you were in your favourite sweats, crocs, your hair wasn’t done. to put it plainly, you weren’t dressed up in anyway shape or form. you were a stressed out mess; constantly procrastinating and complaining. he of course, went out of his way to assure you that you were doing fine but it wasn’t working. he couldn’t help himself but laugh at you which ticked you off slightly; only making him laugh more. in that moment, akaashi realised that you were the one for him.

when he finally brought himself to pop the question after hours of studying, your tone completely flipped. you were a flustered mess because you felt the same way. ‘akaashi! why would you ask me now? it’s supposed to be a special moment!’ which is when he replied ‘but this is special because i’m with you right now’. you appreciated the sentiment but you still detested the idea of him asking you at that moment.

he promised he’d make up for the fact that he asked you out at such an inconvenient time for you but he said that it felt right in the moment. but he was over the moon when you said yes

your first date:

akaashi made sure your first date was going to be one for the books because he wanted to make up for the library fiasco.

it was early september, nearing the end of summer and akaashi wanted to savour the last days of this season. he asked you out to a picnic date where you promised to supply a beverage of choice while he handled the food.

upon arrival, akaashi greeted you with a hug that was pure and innocent.

he was carrying a picnic basket which stood out to you. it was very plain yet it was laced with a sage green ribbon and had a lavender plant intertwined in the straw. it was definitely akaashi’s style.

when you asked him about the picnic basket, he said it was his grandmothers. he told you the story about how she used it when she went on dates with his late grandfather. it was supposedly tradition for them to go on dates and use that very basket. ‘that’s such a beautiful story akaashi. i’m so sorry for your loss..’ he replied with ‘don’t worry about it y/n. perhaps we can carry out their legacy and make it our very own tradition’ . the sentiment was very sweet making your heart thump. you also yearned for a romance like theirs.

you both settled down at a spot under a very large weeping willow tree, secluded from everyone else. you brought out a checkered baby pink picnic blanket and set everything down. akaashi opened up the basket and revealed its contents. he had specially prepared bento boxes for the two of you and even packed additional snacks. it was perfect. when you asked him if he’d made the boxes himself, he smuggly said ‘yes i did’ with a fat smirk plastered on that pretty face of his. in that moment akaashi unveiled his self-approving side. the bento was delicious but you were too stubborn to admit it.

when he asked where the drinks you chose were, you pulled them out of your bag rapidly. you decided that ramune sodas were the most fitting for the date so you brought a whole variety with you. the flavours ranged from melon, lychee, strawberry and grape. ‘pick which ones you want!’ akaashi picked two; lychee and strawberry. he was clearly a man of taste.

after you both finished eating, he pulled out a deck of cards. it was only fitting for you both to burn off those calories by playing a competitive game of uno. ultimately, it wasn’t a very good idea considering you both were merciless when it came to any form of competition. even still, you were no match for him. he was the undisputed king at the game. he happened to be effortlessly good at everything; including uno! ‘y/n, i’ve never met someone as bad as you before!’ he made multiple remarks about how your technique was flawed and how you just weren’t good at playing the game at all. ‘oh shut up keiji! you’re clearly cheating!!’

after multiple rounds of uno; which ended with akaashi’s winning streak of 7, he pulled out two small canvases, an old book and a water paint pallet along with some glue. akaashi never admitted it but he loved painting in his spare time, along with reading old novels. so he decided to mesh the two things he loved the most: ‘okay, this is some old rinsed out book i had lying around, how about we use it to make something beautiful?’ he proposed that you both make small paintings of your surroundings while including sappy quotes from the romance novel. in the end, you’d both exchange your works and cherish them as keepsakes in loving memory of your first date.

when it was nearing towards the end of the date, the sun began to set radiating soft hues of orange and pink across the skyline. the view was a sight for sore eyes and as you both sat their admiring the sky, you noticed akaashi looking over at you, staring at you contently. you didn’t want to say anything so you just pretended like you didn’t notice but in reality you could feel your cheeks go bright red. you looked over at him and he gave you a reassuring smile.

as you both packed up your belongings, you were hesitant to leave. you really enjoyed your date and akaashi noticed that you didn’t want it to end. so as a cute gesture, he carved out your initials on the tree with the fork he’d used earlier that day. ‘akaashi.. what are you doing?’ you looked over at him, tilting your head slightly at an angle. he looked back at you and gave you a soft smile ‘marking our territory. this is going to become our tradition remember?’

akaashi escorted you out of the park walking with you; side by side. you two were very close to each other, on the verge of coming in contact. you walked together in silence and admired the views. that’s when you slowly felt his fingers reaching out for yours. you gazed back at him in confusion. ‘c-can i hold your hand?’ his voice was light and tranquil yet it was clear to you that he was nervous. you nodded in response. akaashi took you by the hand and led the way; interlocking his fingers with yours delicately.

akaashi’s love language:

akaashi isn’t big on the eccentric things in life. he’s never been one for big parties or going out to densely populated places. he’s very reserved and prefers to spend his time with you alone. you could be doing anything together but as long as you are within reach, he’s more than happy. some of your best memories together are in your livingroom, cuddled up watching romance animes.

he doesn’t say i love you very often but he truly loves you with all his heart. a way he communicates this love for you is by recommending books for you. he’s been a bookworm his entire life and his favourite thing to do after reading novel is giving it to you to read. on numerous occasions, he’d give you a book just for you to finish it within a couple of days. nothing warms his heart more than hearing that you enjoyed the book. he loved discussing ideas and debating beliefs after finishing the books. sometimes you have conflicting ideas which really expands his mind in a way he never thought anyone could.

another way he loves to show you he cares his by hand crafting you care packages whenever you’re feeling under the weather (whether that’s monthly due to mestruation, or when you’re feeling sad). akaashi’s other guilty pleasure is arts and crafts and over the years he’s gotten especially good at it. so another way he loves showcasing his love for you is by making you a basket filled with goodies when you’re feeling sad. he’d hand deliver them to your door like a gentleman and sometimes leave cute notes with them too. (all those romance novels have gotten to him clearly)

favourite memory together:

his first time saying ‘i love you’ was when you were both babysitting. you were babysitting bokuto’s nephew who was practically a mini bokuto who’d just discovered the skill of walking. he was running around, constantly knocking things over. this mini bokuto was a falling hazard on his own but he was a ray of sunshine just like his uncle. due to his wild mannerisms, you both made sure to baby proof the whole area to ensure his safety.

you left him to watch cartoons and you went to tend to akaashi in the kitchen. he’d hidden while you were both preparing dinner. this left you both in a state of confusion and worry. you were sure you didn’t see him leave the livingroom.‘come on little guy! you can’t stay hiding for ever!’ you called out. you scanned the whole house in search for the little munchkin, but nothing.

that’s when akaashi went to the kitchen and returned with a bowl filled with small fish shaped crackers. ‘oh, i see how it is, i guess i’ll have these crackers all to myself!’ he called out. that’s when the little smurf emerged from behind the couch with a bright smile plastered on his face. ‘BOO!!’ he called out. ‘there you are! you little bedbug! you’re getting good at hide and seek aren’t you?!’ you bopped his nose delicately and he giggled. you were relieved to see him. akaashi reached out to him and sat him next to him, while he snacked on the crackers.

the three of you ate together, played games and watched some more cartoons. bokuto 2.0 was very fond of you and insisted you cradled him to sleep. at this point it was getting late and he would’ve been very tired after a day filled with festivities. you yourself were exhausted and found yourself deep asleep. akaashi had just finished cleaning up and walked in on you both asleep on the arm chair. he admired your willpower when handling him and he grabbed the boys little owl ‘blankie’ and placed it above you both; cocooning you both in the fabric. he planted a small kiss on your forehead and that’s when he said he loved you. he was so overwhelmed with emotion and his mind trailed off; thinking of you two of you in the future, having a family of your own.

i hope you guys enjoyed these headcanons, it’s currently 3:35am and for me it was worth staying up late :)

i’m all for doing a second part or starting a new character but please tell me what you guys think of them!

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utterlyinevitable · 4 years

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On The Subject of Love

Paring: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Lao) Word Count: 3.3k Warning: Tame. A few curse words and mentions of sex. Summary: Becca coaxes Ethan into talking about his experience with love during their visit to Leland Bloom's yacht.

Author’s Note: this took waaaaay too long to write and i’m still not sure i’m happy with it :/ but thank you @aylamwrites for pre-reading and leaving hilarious comments ❤

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The drive to Leland Bloom’s yacht was staid, a direct contrast to the glorious sunshine surrounding the bubble of the sedan. Ethan was navigating the unfamiliar route to the private yacht club with extreme disdain. His ego wanted to resolve this case and finally put an end to this petulant competition with Mass Kenmore Hospital. Sitting in the passenger seat of his car was his favorite accomplice, Becca, calmly staring blankly out the window and still so unsure of his feelings towards her.

She knew she riled him up when she went behind his back to seek out the first high-profile patient, influencer Gwenyth Monroe. Though, in her defense, the man wasn’t actively trying to save the Diagnostics Team from the budgetary chopping block. Ethan Ramsey was always so blinded by his pride and ethics - He did the same with their future as well. But, Becca also knew she stepped over the line this morning when she called him a spoiled child in front of Baz and June at Mr. Bloom’s estate. Though she didn't really regret it because someone had to tell him off, the interaction still left a bad taste in her mouth.

Becca wasn’t too sure where they stood - professionally or romantically. The words Ethan spoke not too long ago in the dark of his office rang through her head: I want to know you as you truly are.

That was a few weeks ago. There he was breaking down their simply professional facade once again. It was a constant tug-of-war with him. Some days Ethan would let the wall crumble by letting her in or grabbing her hand, and others where he’d build it higher than before just to keep the force of Becca at bay. She didn’t realize how sweet of a memory the two of them creating his Pictagram account during that late-night research session would become.

He’s such an old man…

Ethan cut through her reverie, “What are you thinking about?”

With her gaze fixed on the passing trees and her mind still half-stuck in her daydream, she responded without further consideration, “Do you really never want to get married?”

Ethan’s brow furrowed at the random intrusion, needing to think before settling on a response. “Are you still stuck on this?”

The two sometimes-lovers spoke briefly about his views on the subject while working on Gwenyth’s case late into the evening. To Becca it was one of the most important questions in building their not-so-subtle budding relationship - she needed to know if Ethan was worth all the… complications. He spoke about how he didn’t believe in soulmates, unconditional love, and his doubts on marriage as an intuition. He never once spoke about his experience with love.

Looking out the window into the cloudless end of summer day, Becca boldly asked, “Haven’t you ever been in love? Wanted to spend the rest of your life with someone you’ve dated?”

“Oh god, no,” he scoffed with wide pale blue eyes. “I told you, Rookie, I don’t see the point.”

She rolled her disbelieving brown eyes and let the conversation pause there as they pulled up to the dock.

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After the yacht set sail the doctors waited around the stern in a restive silence for 45 minutes while Mr. Bloom wrapped up his business meeting. Once safely away from the prying eyes of investors and colleagues in the yacht's master bedroom, Ethan and Becca begin to run tests and scans on the deteriorating businessman.

“Mr. Bloom, can I ask you and Caroline a question?” Becca asked as she drew a few samples of blood. “It has nothing to do with your case. Me and my friend here are debating something,” she nodded her head at Ethan’s general direction.

The patient looked between the two with a devious smile, “Sure, swing.”

Becca quickly peered over at Ethan standing at an expensive gold and glass table with the mobile sonogram machine, his arms crossed and waiting for her to enlighten the room with her inquiry.

She shot him a coy smile before turning back to the worldly man and asking, “How did you know you wanted to get married?”

Ethan stifled a surprising cough. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought she’d ask a complete stranger that.

Mr. Bloom smiled as he instantly recalled every moment he has ever spent with his now-wife.

Closing his eyes he recited, “We’ve been business partners for decades - since college, actually. We were married about 11 years ago. I’ve known her my entire adult life and waited until I was almost 50 to tell her how I really felt.”

His eyes opened and found Caroline sitting in the chair by the large bay window immediately. The two looking adoringly at one another for a few seconds, speaking volumes in the language of love. For a moment Becca’s heart panged with hope that she could have that level of fondness with a man - that unconditional and unencumbered attachment that precedes words.

“My recommendation is to tell the other person you have feelings for them from the get-go. It’ll buy you time together. Its - it’s the most precious thing in the world to be with the one you love most.”

The way Leland Bloom spoke about his wife humanized him - he wasn’t a cut-throat businessman with oligarch-like wealth. He was a man who wanted as much time with his loved one as this world would permit, no matter the cost.

“But how did you know she was the one?” Becca quizzed further.

Mr. Bloom looked at Ethan's awkward form first and then to Becca as he asked, “Have you ever been in love?”

Ethan’s attention was focused on watching the images printing, deeply embarrassed by Becca’s brazen question and wanting no part of the conversation. Feeling everyone’s gaze on him he took in the three expectant stares and exclaimed incredulously, “Wha - Of course I have!”

Becca smiled at the old man, “Yes.”

“Do you remember how it felt?” Leland’s eyes bore into Becca’s begging the memories to surface.

She nodded.

Becca peered over at Ethan for a split second, his eyes meeting hers. She could see the curiosity swirling around his dark blue orbs alongside something else. Feeling ashamed for getting caught staring she bit her lip and tore her eyes away from him before she could even try to pinpoint just what the mystery emotion was.

“It’s like that,” Leland reassured. “But you’re constantly drawn to one another. The simplest and meaningless of tasks make you the happiest. You can sit in the same room in your own little world of silence together. Your heart swells when you look at them.” Like before his eyes flashed over to Caroline. “You’re never bored. And you can rely on them. The most telling sign was that I knew I needed her in my life even before I knew I had feelings for her. The intimacy was an added bonus.”

He smiled up at his wife who now stood close by with an affectionate hand on her husband’s shoulder.

“Would you agree, darling?”

She nodded only for him. “I knew he was my person when he’d stand up for me. He wouldn’t let anyone belittle me or my intelligence. He challenged me to be a better person and comforted me when I needed it. He’s the best partner I could ask for.” Caroline’s body shifted to Becca though her eyes never left Leland’s, “Does that help your debate?”

Becca looked over at Ethan who didn’t have an inkling of amusement in his features. “I think you’ve just proved my point, but I'll give him a few minutes to form a rebuttal,” she winked at the couple.

They shared a pleasant laughter at Ethan’s expense.

“Ok, Mr. Bloom, you’re all set,” Becca beamed as they finished their examination. “We’ll give you a call once we have the results from the lab later today.”

With a nod of his head Mr. Bloom replied, “Good evening, doctors.”

Ethan didn’t say a word as they disembarked the vessel.

“So…” she started, expecting him to begin arguing his case on the disillusion of soulmates.

Ethan wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

The walk back to his sedan was stewing in awkward tension under the afternoon raging heat. More than halfway back to the car Becca had just come to accept the fact that Ethan wasn’t going to engage in their little intellectual tiff when he spoke with a critical eye;

“How many people have you presumably been in love with?”

She certainly didn’t expect that to be his first rebuttal. It almost made Becca drop the medical bag she was holding. Almost.

She simply responded, “Two. You?”

Over her shoulder she saw Ethan walking straight and stoically, eyes fixed ahead. He was ever so expertly guarded and displaying no telling emotions.

“Three, maybe,” he shrugged, not giving it a second thought.

“Maybe?”

“I don’t think teenage relationships could really count as love.”

“So we won’t count it,” Becca agreed with a small nod. “My number stands at 2.”

They made it to the car and Ethan popped the truck for them to put the gear. He fussed with the equipment, taking slightly longer than necessary to make sure the bag with the blood samples were safe and secure. Becca eyed him carefully from the sidelines expectantly.

With a loud thunk of the trunk and eyes glued to the license plate, he hesitated, “One.”

“Tell me about her.” Becca demanded sweetly as she moved to open the passenger side door. “Or I can go first?”

“Please,” he motioned for her to continue as they settled into his sedan.

Becca took a cleansing breath as she buckled herself in for the journey.

“It was my first year of undergrad. His name was Mack.” Becca could almost hear the roll of Ethan’s eyes as she stared out her window. “We dated for a year and broke up because my workload got intense and I couldn't go out much.” She took a pause as she remembered all those meaningful moments that came to define her adult-self. “He was a liberal arts major, really outgoing. He brought me out of my shell and taught me to be the person I am today. I’m really thankful for him, but more grateful that it didn’t work. I loved him, but I know now I definitely wasn’t in love with him. Looking back I don't even know how we would have made anything work.” Becca chuckled to herself. “He works in television now.”

There was a pause before she continued onto the second romantic love she’s ever experienced. Part of her hoped Ethan would jump in with an antidote.

Still, he kept his eyes on the road ahead.

“My last relationship was during med school. He was something else,” Becca continued with a vibrant smile. “We had great chemistry and a good time together.”

The affection in her voice for the nameless man instinctively had Ethan gripping at the wheel just tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. Medical school wasn’t more than two years in her past, still enough time for the exes to find their way back to one another…

“We thought we were supposed to be together because that’s what you’re told as a kid - go to school, find your soulmate, get that good job, get married and have babies. We groomed each other to be all that. But the pressure of trying to be someone’s perfect person was too much. He went to California and I went to Boston. I don’t know what he’s up to today.”

Her smile faltered as she wordlessly recalled the day she and Thomas Miller III walked out of one another’s life for good. Ethan would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little relieved to know her break up was not amicable.

“Your turn.”

Becca didn’t have the strength to turn and face him, the still-raw memories were playing out against the glass of the rear-view mirror and she couldn’t banish them just yet.

Ethan began to recite his past relationship like a bulleted list, checking off any sort of pertinent information; “It was for nearly 10 months. During medical school. She was gracious and brilliant. We never saw much of each other but when we did we had the most riveting medical debates. It was good fun.”

“That’s it?” Becca questioned in astonishment. Her brows were furrowed as she tried to keep her mouth from hanging open. How could someone look back on their first love with such displeasure? Even if it ended horribly the feeling of being in love is magical... and shouldn’t that in itself be celebrated?

He nodded.

Becca folded her arms across her chest and bit her lip as she pondered his words.

With the slightest scoff Becca boldly concluded, “I don’t think you were in love.”

Ethan was taken aback, clenching his jaw tightly in blatant refusal of conveying his surprise at her account of what happened with his heart while she was still in grade school. “How would you know?” he retorted.

“Because if you were you’d see each other all the time,” she responded simply and with a jovial lightness - like she’d cracked an undefined code. “You’d forgo sleep to spend some time together. You’d talk about your insecurities, your family, your dreams of the future. Not just medicine and cases.”

“You’re romanticising it.”

That one phrase stirred something up deep inside Becca. Who was he to tell her those things didn’t matter in a relationship? Those are the things they talk about and she… she wouldn’t admit to it. With that one romantic phrase they dove back into the quarrel Ethan so desperately didn’t want to be having.

Undeterred by consequences she countered, “How often did you have sex?”

“Excuse me.”

“You heard me,” she challenged.

Ethan let out a long breath of air. They were stuck together for at least another 25 minutes and there wasn’t a single thing he could say to dodge his way out of this one. Although he didn’t like the fact, they both were acutely aware that Rebecca is the only person who could ever ask him an impudent question. She had earned that right that night he crossed the line and they ruined one another in the most pleasurable of ways.

“Once, maybe twice a month, I think.”

“Months!?” Becca practically jumped out of her seat. Her head whipped around to face him.

Ethan hadn’t moved from the upright position and tight grip on the steering wheel she noted when they began their journey back to Edenbrook. The only thing that was running through Becca’s mind as she gawked at the admirable DNA of the man beside her was: How?

“It was a long time ago,” Ethan said, still completely unflappable. “I can’t remember correctly.”

“I was lucky to have sex twice a week.” Gosh, there were so many questions fluttering around Becca’s mind that she just couldn’t find the right words to articulate how unfathomable his confession seemed.

She watched as he raised an eyebrow, “You had other priorities.”

“No,” she stopped him right there with a point of her finger. “I had the same education as you. In between classes, assignments and reading your entire body of work I found time to find time.”

The corner of Ethan’s lip twitched when she mentioned her devotion to his life’s work.

Becca couldn’t believe he dared question her priorities - he read her application, he knows just how diligent and qualified she is.

She wanted to continue arguing but knew it was futile. Instead she asked another innocent question, “How many relationships have you been in since her?”

“Hurm, one,” Ethan grumbled, “Harper.” He paused to look at Becca out the corner of his eye for any sort of reaction. She gave him no ill indications - Her alert brown eyes were on him and brows rose high, awaiting further explanation. The two have had a quick quip on his history with the surgeon, but nothing past hearsay. “We’ve been on and off since residency,” he told her once more. “Now can we stop talking about this?”

Becca conceded, settling back into the shiny black leather. “I can’t believe you dated Harper,” she mused as she played with her seatbelt strap, “You two are so…”

“Different?” Ethan finished for her. “We actually have a lot of the same interests.”

“Intense,” Becca grinned as she finished her train of thought. “But I'm glad you got along.”

“We didn’t.”

If she wasn’t confused by the attendings’ relationship before she sure as hell was now. “Wha- How? You just said you have a lot in common.”

“Having similar interests and getting along are not mutually exclusive, Doctor,” Ethan smirked.

With a slack jaw and eyes trained on him once more, Becca all but demanded, “Explain please.”

“We were two people at the top of our respective classes,” he began. “Medical journal leeches were pitching us again and again. Everyone was pushing us together - a power couple, if you will.”

“The pride of Edenbrook,” she muttered in understanding.

Ethan nodded, “Pretty much.”

“Did Naveen orchestrate your coupling?” she asked. “He loves a good gossip story.”

Ethan shook his head once, “Naveen just wants me to be happy. At that moment he thought she’d make me happy.”

Becca let his words settle amongst them. She shouldn’t feel unsettled by his honesty, yet she did. There were too many comparable variables coming to light today.

Becca chewed on her bottom lip for a few pensive seconds before asking the fated question; “Did you like her?”

As soon as the words fell off her tongue she shut her eyes. She didn't want to see the damage the words could cause, and yet her body craved the answer.

“I had an affinity for her, if that’s what you mean,” he asked but didn’t give her the chance to clarify. “We had the same interests; both of us very career-orientated. Ultimately that’s what got in the way.” He paused for a moment, thinking carefully about his next words. He said them slowly and a decibel quieter than the last, “And that I didn’t have highly romantic feelings for her.” Just then Becca’s eyes shot open, fixed at his loosened grip of the steering wheel. “I still have a lot of respect and admiration for her.”

A small smile crept up on Rebecca. Those words alone held all she needed to know - Harper Emery never was and never will be a contender for Ethan’s heart.

“Then why do it?”

He shrugged as his features settled back into their default stoicism, “It was the right thing to do. If we didn’t… people would spend the rest of our lives forcing us together.”

She cocked an eyebrow, “So your relationship was a PR stunt…?”

“Absolutely not. I’m not a low-life, Becca.” He took pure offense that she thought he would do anything without a saturation of intention. “We tried because it seemed right. It seemed… inevitable... to try.”

“Huh, ok.”

He used her words against her. ‘Inevitable’ was what they were. Does he feel the same way about their relationship that he felt about Harper? Surely he didn’t, but she’d have no way to know. Ethan Ramsey kept pushing her away, and yet years ago he refused to wait and chose to explore those ineludible feelings with someone else.

Was Harper the reason we aren’t together, since he’s done the whole ‘inevitable’ tango before? She speculated.

Ethan’s next comment broke through her trance, “Aside from those disasters called relationships I have spent time with a few other women. You can rest assured I’m not completely incapable of intimacy.”

“I know you’re not a robot, Ethan,” she lamented. I’m happy to be one of those women.

Becca was glad he opened up to her, and for their intimacy all those months ago. Though, the gnawing of how many other women Ethan Ramsey had taken to bed in the days without her or Harper Emery plagued her mind. She wanted to press further but knew not to - she pushed her luck too much for one day.

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pinkhairedlily · 3 years

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Chapter 3 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

“Good morning, Sensei.”

Long trails of pink hair fell just inches above Kakashi’s face. He opened his eyes from a short morning nap and found Sakura shielding him from the summer sun. The book he was reading was on his stomach, turned down and split on the page he stopped.

“Good morning, Sakura. You let your hair down.”

She grinned at him and took a few steps back as he stood up. “I didn’t have time to dry my hair. I didn’t want to be late on my first day of class.”

“You had time to wake me up though.”

Internal panic coursed through Sakura which intensified more when he yawned and smirked, obviously teasing her, but it emphasized the small mole above his chin – something she was always fascinated about. “It’s bad impression when freshmen students find their teacher littering on campus grounds, Sensei.” I’m so proud of my quick wit. She happily sauntered away from the speechless, heads-over-heels, oblivious student trap.

Kakashi walked with her until the main entrance of the building, easily avoiding Sakura’s inquisitions of his summer break shenanigans and pinning the lack of it on the endless teacher trainings and seminars. Just before he left her to go the faculty room, he took a rubber band from his wrist and gave it to her. “In case you’ll get conscious and want to tie your hair. Have a good day, Sakura.”

She wasn’t conscious at all; she let it down for him, the hair tie in her skirt’s pocket – her pink strands freed at will to demand for his undivided attention, but she opened her palm to receive his offer all the same. She sighed after his fading figure in the gathering crowd.

New class lists were pasted on the bulletin board, and she scanned for names. Two particular people caught her attention. Ironically, they also appeared within her field of sight.

“Oh, Sakura. Good morning!” Naruto’s loud voice was ringing even though he just entered the building. If she would describe him, he was the embodiment of sunshine. He just had that positive energy around him which she liked. Walking close behind him was Sasuke, the stoic genius of their batch, and the opposite of Naruto. “How was your summer, Sakura?”

“Hmm, nothing much.” She glanced ever so quickly at Sasuke and saw him pay no mind. She liked that about him because while he was so unlike his loud, chatty friend, his energy was warm and kind, just hiding behind a tall wall of vulnerability. “I heard you joined the baseball team. Congratulations!”

Naruto shyly scratched his head. “I’m still a rookie though. I’ve got ways to go.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Sakura heard through the vine that he got mad agility skills, and that every sports team wanted him to try out. So much has changed in a year.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late.” Sasuke said.

“I haven’t seen which class I’m in yet!”

He grabbed the blonde by the collar and led the way. “We’re classmates.”

“Yeah, we’re classmates.” Sakura fell in step with Sasuke, Naruto frozen in shock. What an odd trio they must have been.

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Their seating arrangement was pasted on the board when they came in. Sasuke got the seat beside the window – a good position for daydreams and afternoon naps. Sakura was placed beside him with a nice center view of the room, and Naruto was in front of her.

“Hey, Sakura. I need to tell you something, but it’s quite embarrassing. You see, I tend to fall asleep in the middle of class and since I’m in front of you…..erm….uhhh.”

“What he meant to say is he drools,” Sasuke interrupted. This apparently irked Naruto who full on glared at him.

“Well, yes, I drool. I have short attention span and classes make me so sleepy, but I hope that won’t disturb you. Just please look over my head.”

“How can she when there’s a porcupine sitting on it?”

Sakura chuckled at their weird, friendly banter. “Yeah sure, whatever you say Naruto. I don’t get easily distracted anyway.” She forgot to ask earlier if Kakashi will still be teaching Math for second years or which section his homeroom will be. As if her thoughts conjured him, he walked in their room, his silver hair glinting against the sunlight, and his eyes wandering in search for a face. Hushed gushes of admiration spread through the students, awed by the silent imposition of his presence. Then, his eyes fell on her.

He bridged the gap between them in easy, wide strides. “Ms. Haruno, the student council is looking for you.”

“They really sent you on an errand, Sensei?” No one dared to look beyond their interactions. She was easy-going, casual without being disrespectful, the model cheerful student, and the teachers’ pet. Teasing him with her half-truths hanging in between words was not difficult to cover up.

“Of course, I’m the council’s adviser.” And of course, she was thankful for his obliviousness.

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“What do you think could it be? Did Sakura get into a scuffle?” Naruto asked after Sakura left with Kakashi. “No, that’s not really possible.”

Sasuke shrugged. He just wanted the day, or rather, the term to end quickly. He purposely avoided visiting the café, going in the mornings rather than late nights, partly because he didn’t want to run into her and partly because he was scared. He was just safely keeping his distance.

Sakura returned just before the next class started with an exuberant expression. The next teacher basically confirmed the news. “Congrats, Ms. Haruno Sakura. Thanks for stepping up to be the next student council president.” The position was left vacant after the initial appointee decided to focus on preparations and review to move abroad for college. The council, with faculty approval, recommended her to take the rein.

Hmm. They trust her abilities to this extent, huh. Sasuke looked outside, uninterested with the unfolding event and the break of congratulations around her. He saw her reflection on the window, smiling widely at her classmates, but her hands told another story, her fingers just solely focused on the rubber tie around her wrist.

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Naruto had to stay behind for baseball practice which Sasuke was thankful for, but his feet didn’t want to go back home so he hid in their spot, napped for a while, and waited for Naruto’s message. When the blonde finally finished, Sasuke went to the field to fetch him.

“Sasuke, they’ll be joining us for dinner!” Naruto said.

“Sure, invite another team more.” Just his luck, Sasuke hated company, but like all other instances, he kept being dragged within his friend’s orbit. The team waved at him silently, knowing for a fact now that he didn’t respond to anyone other than Naruto.

“Really?” Naruto’s eyes perked up then a moment later realized that Sasuke was being sarcastic. He wrapped an arm around his shoulder and led the way to their usual ramen house.

“Get your hands off me, you vermin.”

“Awww they told me this was probably your love language – friendly banter.”

“Naruto, that didn’t come from us. We don’t want to get killed!” his teammates collectively chimed behind him. “Sorry Sasuke.”

Sasuke released a heavy sigh, quickly glaring at the players, but also letting the remarks slide. At least, this was a better option than being early at home and alone. After dinner, Naruto badgered him for desserts.

“I think I need a sugar rush. All the sugar left my body during practice. I envy Team Captain Haru.”

“The one with the undercut? His hair looked boring.”

“He has a steady supply of sweetness in his life. His girlfriend, Hinata, always visited during summer break. Quiet but supportive of our practice games. She cheers for him on the side and brings us snacks. I want a girlfriend too.”

“That’s normal, considering you’re a hormonal teenager.”

“Aren’t you the same?”

“Nope, I’m just a teenager.” His feet unconsciously led him to the café where Sakura worked. Ah, shit. “Hey, let’s go to another place.”

“This looks okay, grumpy! Besides, my feet hurt. Please have mercy on your dear friend.”

“You’re not my friend.”

��That’s a part of your love language too. Ehe. Come on now.”

Despite internally wishing she wasn’t present this evening, he found himself face to face again with Sakura. She had the usual disguise, but her makeup was on the heavier side – cat-shaped eyeliner just made her eyes stood up more. When she saw them, the first thing she did was look at him, conveying a questioning look, possibly on whether Naruto knew who she was. Sasuke subtly shook his head once.

Ever the simple-minded, Naruto’s focus was on the sweets. “I’ll have strawberry milkshake and a slice of red velvet cheesecake please!” It was going so well until he saw her face. Leaning in to Sasuke, he whispered. “She kinda looks familiar, don’t you think?”

“Your order, Sir?” Unfazed, Sakura continued doing her job. Her eyes looked towards the last plate of cream puffs.

“One slice of tomato cake and a matcha latte.”

“What?” Sakura and Naruto said at the same time.

“Even the lady agrees that that dessert sound unappetizing!” Naruto stuck out his tongue for a more theatrical effect. “Get a brownie or a cream puff.”

“I’m treating you so let me eat my tomatoes in peace.” Sasuke held out his card to Sakura who was still weirded out by his selection. Did he really give off a strong impression of his cream puffs inclination?

“I feel like we have a vibe going on.” Naruto leaned towards the counter, seemingly flirting with Sakura-in-disguise. “Maybe it’s because you have the same eye color?”

Before he could embarrass himself any further and prematurely confess his yet half-hearted feelings, Sasuke dragged Naruto away from the counter and on the farthest table of the café. “You made her uncomfortable. Stop it.”

“She looked like Sakura! But of course, our student council president looks more ethereal. I bet she’s so busy with school and club activities, she won’t have time for this.”

He spent an hour or so listening to Naruto talk about his baseball practice, the expired ramen he accidentally cooked last night, and the difficulty of their classes. It somehow ended on a note, much more like an imposition from Naruto, that Sasuke will give him supplementary lessons in this café and with his allowance.

They were about to leave when Sakura beckoned them over. She had two paper bags in her hands, and Sasuke noticed the absence of cream puffs. Someone must have ordered it already.

“Here’s a treat on the house – one for each of you. We’re giving freebies if you order within this timeframe. Come again!”

“This is so great! Thank you!” Naruto beamed at her but remembered something. “Hey, I’m sorry if I felt like a creep earlier. It wasn’t my intention.”

“Uh, that’s all right. I get that a lot.” She beamed back at him.

“You have the same beautiful eye color with our classmate. She’s cheerful, assertive, and has this positive energy around her. We hope we could be friends with her. Thanks for this again!”

Sasuke was too late to stop Naruto’s ramble, but he guessed it turned out fine. She just continued smiling like a good ole polite employee. “Get going, Naruto. I want to rest.” The two of them stepped out on the street with the fresh evening breeze.

“I feel like I still creeped her out.”

“Maybe you did.” Sasuke smirked at the tortured expression on Naruto’s face.

When he came home, he opened the paper bag to place the contents inside the fridge. It didn’t occur to him to ask why that promo wasn’t offered to him when he came last time, but nonetheless, he was a bit glad that he had something to munch on aside from processed food. His thoughts halted when he saw the cream puffs inside. His hands fetched his phone and he quickly dialed Naruto’s number.

“Grumpy, you missed me already?”

“What did she give you?”

“Who? Oh? You mean the café lady? Brownies! Do you think I can share these with Sakura tomorrow?”

Sasuke hang up on him without answering his question. He just kept on staring at the cream puffs on his kitchen counter.

Yeah, I better keep my distance.

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The Calm After the Storm - hyung line

Pairing: hyung line member x reader

Wordcount: 1.0-1.2k words

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Rating: 18+

Hello jell-o to everyone again! I usually try to publish by Sunday night but it’s exam season so I’m a bit busy with uni. Also, Jin’s part was super difficult to start but then boom, it turned out to be the longest, so every delay is due to that and I refuse to postpone again so I’m publishing it unedited. Might reread in a couple days and actually edit the post. Every piece is about 1100-1200 words (they’re getting longer and longer!)

The original theme for the week was going to be aftercare, but me being a chaotic mess made me go a little bit wilder than just aftercare. I tried to adjust every scenario to how each boy would approach intimacy with his partner, and how each couple would recover from different types and degrees of interaction, It also depends a lot on the kind of ideal girlfriend I imagine for each of the boys.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: ahem. It’s very descriptive, some parts more than others. So, let’s get this started. Oral sex galore (highly recommended if you’re a fan of being eaten out yay!) crude language, unprotected sex within a safe and established relationship (please be careful guys, use condoms and dental dams I can’t recommend it enough), foodplay, overstimulation and squirting (ten points if you can guess who’s featured in that scenario), biting, spanking, mild bondage, some bold PDA, angsty/insecure reader. Also, swearing and consumption of alcohol.

Member disclaimers: very jealous, possessive!Namjoon, Eat!Jin can be wildly inspirational, Yoongi is a tease feat. some higher tongue technology, Hoseok is a very stretchable freak, but also a sunshine boy with magic hands and a big, fat-

-heart. (Binch, you thought.)

Enjoy!

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Namjoon

His heavy body suddenly fell on top of yours, followed by some deadly stillness. You knew why the French called this "the little death". It sounded very elegant. Very erotic.

But really, Namjoon seemed almost dead in his postcoital slumber.

There had been an excessive carnality in your latest encounter, made of bites and bruising grips. He was spurred by an unmotivated jealousy that almost tempted you to tease his possessiveness more often. But that's what you thought before letting him take you. Now your opinion was strongly different. It would be unlikely for you to be able to handle him like this more than once a month.

He was an animal.

It took him some solid two minutes before brushing his mouth and chin on your chest, though you didn't believe he could wipe his face on your damp chest. He placed open mouthed kisses on your breasts, snaking his hand once more between your thighs, hoping to get you to cum again while he recovered from his previous high and got ready once more.

"Joon, baby, please don't." You whined.

He moved his hand away, spent and pliant, bringing it to your outer thigh, dragging your leg over his back, his body sliding up towards your neck, nuzzling in the crook beneath your ear. It was deliriously intimate.

He kept pushing until there wasn't a way to be closer to you. You felt engrossed in warmth and skin and his comfortable weight. He was massive on top of you, so vast he was all you could see. He was your entire world. The sense of comfort overwhelmed you and you let your eyes close, however you knew you both needed a clean up.

"My woman. My little vixen, my darling god. My love, " he murmured in your ear. "Are you okay, kitten?"

You felt adored like never before. "A little tired, but I'm ecstatic. I can barely feel anything at all."

"Did I hurt you?"

You thought back to the way he had pushed inside you. The sound of the bed scraping again the floor. The crude noise of skin against skin. Usually he wouldn't go so hard at missionary, keeping it intimate and loving. That violence was for more carnal and animalistic positions, but tonight had been extraordinary in many ways. He had carried you over his shoulder from the lobby of the apartment complex to your front door, entered your shared apartment and thrown you over the back of the sofa, where he had lifted your skirt and spanked you almost too aggressively. He had taken your first orgasm there, with his fingers inside you, and his spare hand covering your mouth; then he had carried you again, this time to your bed. He had dropped you on the edge of it, your back on the covers, your hips hanging from the edge as he sat on the floor and put your thighs on each of his shoulders, straddling his face. He had been voracious, making you cum twice with his tongue on your clit. Then he had ripped all of your clothes off, damaging your lace knickers and tearing away a couple buttons of his own shirt. And finally he had entered you. He started with you on top but as he grew more desperate he flipped you on the bed and got into a violent pace, growling about you belonging to him and him being the only one who could fuck you this good, of you being too used to him to be happy with anyone else. You couldn't comprehend how a man as smart and civilised as Namjoon could become such a beast, but still... He had chased his high unrelentlessly, and you hoped he would be done after the two of you came together, your inner muscles squeezing him tight, but apparently he was so desperate he kept going, finding his release again. As he noticed you hadn't enjoyed as much he proceeded dragging his lips down your body and eating you out once more. If it were for him, fuck it, he would live with his mouth latched between your thighs.

Back to reality you comforted him, "Don't worry love, you didn't hurt me. It was just... Very intense."

"I don't know what got into me."

"Well, I know what got into me."

"Don't joke about it just yet, I still feel pretty volatile."

"Sorry."

"Damn, that man couldn't keep his eyes off you. And even a girl from the catering was checking you out."

"I couldn't care any less." You stated, combing his hair. You grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside table and a delicate cloth napkin you kept in your bedside. You wiped at your face and neck without disturbing Joon, than you tried to freshen him too. He let you maneuver around him, cleaning him up, then you moved to the rest of your bodies, Namjoon getting more collaborative.

"I love you so much. I can't think about anyone else I would do this with. I love that you're strong, that you can take that without even wavering. You are unafraid, and you welcome me as I am. No one else could." He declared.

You kissed his head and tried to continue cleaning. You reached between your legs.

"Let me" Joon said. He stood on his knees and parted your legs gently, observing the results of his frenzy. "I'm sorry I got carried away."

He kissed the side of your knee and pressed the cloth to your outer labia, gently, especially after he noticed how red and swollen they were. A sick part of him got turned on again. He wasn't that surprised at all. He loved seeing his effect on you. Knowing it was him, that you wouldn't let anyone else do this to you. He moved his hand gently on your crotch, opening you and now cleaning the more delicate skin of your vagina. You couldn't believe that this was the clumsy man who regularly asked you how to wash his stained clothes and if you could help him fix his bruises. He was attentive and careful. "All right?" He asked.

"Yes, I think I'm going to fall asleep, though."

He briefly wiped himself, then he felt his own lids grow heavy. "Let me get rid of this and I'll be back in a second. Do you want clothes?"

"Please." He knew it was a yes. He took the cloth to the dirty laundry, then picked up one of his old, worn out t-shirts and a pair of cotton briefs. He wore clean boxers and came back to you, helping you wear the clothes. You quickly curled up against him, your head on his chest, and he brought you closer, hugging you tightly, and brushing your hair from your face. After a few minutes you were both asleep.

Seokjin

“Honey I can’t find the chocolate sauce- Oh, hi there!” Jin walked in your bedroom only to see you naked on top of the covers, the aforementioned chocolate sauce sitting on the bedside table, and also drawing pretty decorations over your naked skin.

“Would you like to clear your intentions?” He said, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and a playful smirk lifting his lips to one side.

“I think it’s all very clear, here...” You commented. You were a little bothered by the fact that even though he had come back from tour two days ago, he still had to lay a finger on you. And also he had been sleeping at the dorms, uselessly increasing the number of night you had to do without him.

“Is it a new beauty treatment?”

“No.”

“Would you like me to leave?” He asked. You were upset by the fact that he was still avoiding intimacy with you. You felt like smacking him in the head right now.

Maybe something had happened during the tour, maybe he didn’t like you anymore… Maybe he had found someone else, somehow, even though he didn’t have much spare time to get to know someone, maybe it was a member of the staff…

Your mind was going to really bad places in that moment, knowing that you could trust him, but also craving for the smallest sign that he still wanted you.

He took a step closer, the absent look on your face getting him worried. “What is it? Why all of this now?”

“I really missed you.” You said, after taking a while to steady your voice.

“I missed you too.” He said, sitting on the bed, one of his fingers touching a heart-shaped stain of sauce on your belly. He brought it to his lips. “And I really appreciate the whole chocolate thing you have going on here—”

“Do you still like me?”

“Where is all of this coming from?” He asked, bringing his clean hand to your hair, pushing it back, holding your face in his palm. “You are making me worried, sweetheart.”

“You haven’t been coming home and I want you so much, damn I’ve wanted you so much for so long and you haven’t been coming home and maybe during tour you realised you don’t like me that much or—”

“First of all, I love you. And there’s no changing that. Secondly, we’re working on the muster, you know how much work there’s into that. Loads of choreographies, background checks, reworking songs, it’s a mess. I didn’t come home because I was very stressed, I knew I would unleash all my nerves on you. I didn’t want to put you through that.”

“So you still want me?”

He nodded, a tender smile on his face. “Can’t you tell?” He shot a glance to his lap, where you could see the shape of him under the trousers. “I’m trying very hard to hold back right now.”

“I need you to show me how much you want me.”

“Let me go grab some whipped cream.” He suggested with a devilish grin.

“Didn’t know we had that.”

“I just brought it home for the strawberry salad we were supposed to have tonight. But I guess we have better plans now, don’t we?” He said, his voice coming from the kitchen and then approaching the bedroom slowly. “I hope you don’t mind getting messy because there’s no way you’re getting out of here clean.”

“Do you mean literally or morally clean?”

“Let me shut that smart mouth up.” And then he kissed you. It was hotter than your normal kisses, even though his body was angled away from yours.

“Take ‘em off. I need you,” You whispered, pulling at his shirt. He undressed impressively quickly, keeping his boxers on and grabbing the cream.

“I’m gonna start with something innocent.” He commented, spraying some on your mouth and lips and taking it away with a kiss. “Want more?”

You nodded, your mouth ajar, tongue eager to meet his. He complied, joining your lips once more. “Let me get that sauce now, I don’t want you to imprint all that chocolate on me.”

With that he started licking all the small heart away from your upper chest. “I think I need something to balance it off.” He had the actual audacity to spray some more cream around your nipples. “Better now.” He said, diving in. He devoured the food adorning your belly, again using your belly button to spoon in some cream.

When he reached the invisible line dividing your belly from your pubis, he stopped, laying a soft kiss there. “Do you want me to...?”

“Do you want to?” He didn’t eat you out often, the act implying a level of confidence you weren’t quite familiar with.

He nodded timidly. “But I’d rather be inside you.”

You couldn’t dream of anything better. Quickly, you sat up, helping him remove his underwear. God, you had missed seeing him naked. You had missed feeling him under your palms, against you, below you, inside you, on top of you.

The proportions of your longing hit you right there. “I need you.”

He laid beside you, on his back. “I know it’s been a while, so maybe you’d like to be on top and pick your pace.”

“You are incredible,” you declared, admiring how considerate and smart your man is. Climbing him, you let your intimate parts brush against each other, his hands laying on your thighs.

“I missed having you like this.” He said, caressing your skin. “I couldn’t stop thinking about this the other night. I was so close to coming back home, wake you up and fuck you into the mattress.” He said with a small embarrassed giggle. He didn’t dirty talk that often, and when he did, sometimes he felt too shy.

“I thought you would come home. I waited for you naked in bed.” You told him in a soft, breathy tone.

“God, I missed out on that.” He pressed his hips upward, augmenting the friction and enjoying your increasing wetness.

“You really missed out.” You wrapped your hand around his wrist and brought his fingers to your lips.

He moaned quietly. “But I’m here now.”

You nodded, your tongue wrapping around his fingers. As his eyes rolled shut, you grabbed his length, enjoying the incredible thickness of the veins running under his skin, and pressed the tip to you entrance, a high-pitched sound escaping your throat. You let your hips roll gently downwards. With his hand accompanying your backside, you let him help you ride him, your own hips dictating the pace, the angle and the depth of your movements. As you felt that sense of fullness come to a peak, you brought the fingers resting in your mouth down to your sex, Jin naturally finding the sweet spot that had you mutter soft curses to the ceiling. His spare hand caressed your back gently, encouragingly, until finally you constricted around him, dragging you both to completion.

Collapsing on his chest, you took a few deep breaths. “We’ll need a shower now.”

“I licked you clean, though.”

“That was amazing.”

“You were delicious.” He commented, kissing your forehead.

“Let’s just lay here for a while.”

“We’ll fall asleep, you know that.” Seokjin said, stroking your hair.

“That’s what we always do.”

“God, we suck at aftercare.”

“We really do.” He still got in that position you usually fall asleep in. All considered, you could deal with this after a nap.

Yoongi

Yoongi had… tastes, in the bedroom.

Not just strictly within the bedroom, but yes, he had tendencies which would not belong to most people regarding intimacy.

That’s why everyone was looking at you funny at dinner. In the asphyxiatingly hot Korean summer you were wearing a sleeveless turtleneck with the lame excuse of a sore throat. Which you had, but for reasons absolutely unrelated to the weather. And your eyes were getting droopy. Yoongi was right at your side, being unusually touchy-feely with his affections. At such a point of your relationship, you were used to holding hands, you loved it and you loved the content expression on Yoongi’s face whenever you reached for his hand, or whenever you noticed he was reaching for yours. But tonight, with an arm around your waist, offering you his shoulder to lean on, you knew he was absolutely conscious of your situation — you wanted to kill him because of that: how could he drag you to dinner with the whole group with you in these conditions? — and he was trying to support you and help you close your eyes, at least to regain some energies.

Every time you let your eyelids fall, you had flashbacks of him less than a couple hours ago, you could feel his hair tickling your naked nipples, his mouth lavishing your skin, covering it in bites and bruises — hence the turtleneck — and you could see his head thrown back, his pout opening in a moan tender as his stare when he looked at you like a goddess, like the most precious of treasures. You could still feel the drag of his hot and hard sex between your breasts, his hips snapping as he pushed the tip past your lips. At some point he had stood perfectly still, ordered you to stay put as he flipped around, his thighs straddling your face as he leaned down to reach your left hip bone with his mouth. He had proceeded taunting you with his dick right in front of your face, you desperately trying to get it in your mouth while he deliberately denied you as he kept rubbing your inner thighs. When you finally managed to get his tip with your tongue he enveloped your clit between his lips, making you cry out gently and lose your feeble grip on him. After a few minutes he had realised he didn’t really like that position, since your ministrations could distract him from the task at hand and make him get sloppy and inefficient. He spent a couple more seconds thinking whether he preferred getting inside you or eat you out till you orgasmed, but he thought he could postpone the actual sex after dinner and get you riled up in the meanwhile. He got himself into a more comfortable position, not without remembering to put some more hickeys of the pale skin of your crotch and pelvis, and proceeded to pleasure you just like you always needed him to. You had been confused, and slightly disappointed, when he had rubbed your belly tenderly after you had recovered from your high, and then briskly stood up and headed for the bathroom.

“Are you good?” He whispered lovingly at your ear.

“I don’t think I’m really here mentally.” You admitted.

He was tempted to bring you home, wrap you up in the covers and caress your hair until you both fell asleep.

“Do you wanna go home?”

“I don’t want you to miss dinner with everyone.”

Everyone had noticed you weren’t at your best; you were being less talkative and even though you were doing your best to hide your yawns, they were still very frequent. Plus, you couldn’t help but cringe and hide inside Yoongi’s shoulder whenever Hoseok got particularly loud.

Yoongi felt his heart soften everytime you clung to him, some possessive part of himself feeling proud that you showed so explicitly who you belong to. But some other part of him was already thinking what could he possibly do to start you up again. Maybe he should just be settling for some calm and fond lovemaking, maybe he could…

You touched his knee with yours, his hand snaking under the hem of your shirt. Something dark awakened within your belly and suddenly you opened your eyes, meeting your man's gaze. He licked his lips and used his other hand to caress the inside of your knee. Your whole exchange continued, encouraged by the small booth of the restaurant and the table hiding your mildly inappropriate endeavours.

“Are you feeling better now?” He whispered in your ear. Goosebumps rose on your nape, your mouth feeling too dry. A quick nod — you couldn’t really trust yourself talking.

His hand sneaking higher and higher on your leg, he teased you some more: “If you behave, I’ll let you suck me till I cum, then I’m gonna turn you around and slap your pretty bum as you ride me. Then I’m gonna hold you tight and eat you out, until I’m ready to make love to you again. And when I get inside you again, I’m gonna go so slow you’ll beg me to fuck you harder. You’ll beg me to hurt you. Understood?”

You blinked a couple times before lifting yourself from your slouching, now very awake, almost oversensitive.“Yes, sir,” you replied obediently.

“Good kitten.”

You managed to be more interactive during the rest of the dinner, still limiting yourself to those sitting closer to you, Jungkook, Namjoon and their girlfriends, who appeared to be on the more quiet side.

As the night went on and Jimin started suggesting going somewhere else, Yoongi looked at you, his expression completely unreadable, still you knew it meant that it’s completely up to you. You also knew he didn’t enjoy the night scene at all. He’d much rather stay home with you. And the wetness you felt coating your panties gave you one more reason to turn down Jimin’s offer and head home.

Yoongi grinned wide as soon as you entered the car taking you to your apartment. He kept every single promise. And when you finally both laid spent on top of the covers, your bodies laying naked and unashamed, he took a few deep breaths before standing up and rinsing himself in your ensuite. As soon as he was clean and dry he slipped on a pair of shorts and got to the kitchen, grabbing some water and some ice cream. When he came back you were still vegetating on the bed, breathing heavy, eyes opening at the dip of the mattress beside you. He offered you the bottle, brushing your hair away from your face, kissing your cheekbones, your temples, the tip of your nose and the middle of your forehead.

“Do you want me to run a hot bath?” He offered in a whisper, taking you in his arms and caressing your face continuously.

“You got ice cream...” you mumbled.

“You didn’t eat much at dinner and you rode me pretty fiercely. You need to eat something.” He explained. “Bath or no?”

“Yes, please.”

Hoseok

“Just one more, _____”.

You didn’t like the way he used your name to manipulate you into doing things that you’ll regret tomorrow morning.

“I can’t, really.”

“I know you can baby, just one. I know you’re gonna love it. I’ll make you love it.”

You whined slightly at the shift of angle. “I’m currently loving this one.”

He quickly withdrew from inside you, making you huff in disappointment as he repositioned himself, rolling you on the side and hooking your leg over his side. “Thank God I’m elastic.”

“Thank God you’re so good me. I love you, angel.” And with that he entered you again, your neck arching so that you could kiss him. “My baby, my joy. You’re incredible. Keep squeezing me, ____, don’t you fucking dare stop now.”

“Please, I need your hand on me.”

“I’m here, angel. I got you.” His fingers slipped to your front, immediately finding your clit and teasing it desperately, your head whipping back, his tongue caressing the crook between your neck and shoulder. The stimulation made you clench further and Hoseok too gained profit from the furious activity of his digits.

“Hobi, I’m—”

“Yes, angel, keep going.”

“It’s too much.”

“You can take it.”

“Hoseok—” with that you realised your orgasm had surpassed the ordinary — and the previous two — and suddenly you were drenching the sheets.

“Oh my god, babe that’s too hot. Damn it.” He bit down hard on your shoulder, suppressing a scream, finally ramming into you.

Sex with Hoseok was always pretty energetic, leaving you exhausted and barely functioning. And usually pretty sore the morning after, no matter how religiously he followed your special aftercare etiquette. He had confessed loving all the special attentions you needed afterwards and it helped him unwind and relax before sleep.

It was probably the second time you’ve ever squirted. The first time was because of the joined forces of your Hoseok’s fingers and a new vibrator you had decided to experiment, some months ago. The whole messiness of it upset you slightly. But the happiness and pride radiating from Hobi’s grin compensated fully.

“Are you feeling good, my angel?” He unhooked your leg gently, massaging your thigh and knee.

You moaned. Too good for words. He’d been right, the angle was amazing and the snapping of his hips teased your bruised backside just enough to mix the pleasure with a sliver of pain.

“We’ll have to change the sheets, love.” He massaged one breast delicately, innocently, slipping his hand between the side of it and the mattress, lifting it and helping you ease the soreness due to their excessive bouncing while you rode him earlier on. “Shower or bath?”

You moaned again. He giggled. “My fucked out princess...” Cradling your head in his arm, he looked at you fondly. “Don’t tell me I have to sponge bath you.”

You gave him a side glance, slowly coming back to reality.

“I want you to bath with me.” You whispered. Bath time was sacred time. Usually you didn’t let him in with you, needing some distance to get back to yourself, recovering from whatever folly he had led you to. “Please.”

“I’ll get your bath ready, then I’ll have to change the sheets, but I’ll be with you as soon as I’m done.” He promised reassuringly.

A few minutes lately you felt his svelte body slide in behind yours inside the bathtub, his arms wrapping around your middle.

“You were amazing tonight, ____.” Again, your name coming from his lips loosened a tight knot inside you. “I love you so much.” He ran the tip of his nose along the edge of your ear, “You have no idea of how much you’re loved and cherished, sweetie.” He was calm and almost quiet during this exchange and it surprised you, especially since one of the reasons he wasn’t allowed to bath with you was because he was a human powerplant, always emanating an alarming level of energy.

“Want me to wash your hair?”

“Thank you so much.” You didn’t say for what, but the heaviness of the words made it clear that you didn’t mean only for him washing your hair. He was very careful, pressing his digits on your scalp to ease your nerves and rolling them slowly but with a lot of pressure, just as you liked. As you finished rinsing and exited the tub, he made you stand in front of him, checking your skin attentively, especially your wrists, which had been bound together to the headboard with a rope, and your backside, bruised by his slaps. Finally he inspected he hickies on your breasts and the bite mark on your shoulder. He put some lotion on your wrists, hoping that the red marks wouldn’t turn purple, and did the same on the bite.

“Let’s get your hair dry,” He said. It took about twenty minutes, his hands skillfully handling the hairdryer. He let his own hair dry naturally, the locks turning slightly curly in an absolutely endearing way.

He picked up some lotion from the cabinet in the bathroom and offered you his hand, leading you to the bedroom. “Do you need some water? Some juice?”

“Just water would be nice.” You sat on the fresh sheets, immediately wincing at the slight burn of your behind. Laying down, you rolled on your front, not without releasing a pained breath.

It didn’t take long for Hoseok to come back, the stark contrast between the white sheets and your bruises making him ten times more apprehensive. In his hands he carried a bottle of water, a small ampoule and a cold cloth -- usually he prepared some wet cloths in the freezer when you planned out heavier impact play. Offering you the water and the ampoule, he reached for your lotion and straddled the back of your legs, pouring some ointment on his hands and slowly, delicately beginning to rub your glutes, focusing where the bruises were already turning a dark shade of crimson. Then he laid the cloth on your skin, the cold causing you to hiss.

“Did you get your muscle relaxant?”

“Yes, baby. Thank you.” You reached for his leg, caressing his hip reverently.

“It’s okay. Let me ease your legs, they look tense.” He proceeded massaging you thoroughly, taking his time. As he slowly ascended from your calves to your shoulders you felt you herbal muscle relaxant kick in, the hawthorn berry extract working its magic in tandem with Hoseok’s magic hands.

“I love you so, so much, Jung Hoseok.”

“I love you too, babe.” He smiled, devotion filling his heart.

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sun shower

description: you happen to be spending your training year in adjacent villages with a certain kim seungmin member: seungmin genre: fluff, witch/wizard au (kiki’s delivery service, a little snow fairy sugar-inspired) word count: 4k note: ‘magical people’ just doesn’t sound awesome enough to be the official gender-neutral term i therefore declare that both the words witch & wizard are gender-neutral choose ur fighter ppl

Seungmin has always had a fascination with the heavens since he was a young boy. His mother specialized in potions but his father was an astronomer, inviting him to stargaze after potion lessons until he had to leave for his training as an independent wizard some 6 months ago. He never vocally said it to his parents but when they received a letter from him in the mail informing them that he has chosen to train in the quaint countrysides of Italy a month into his training, they correctly inferred that he wanted to be specialize in astrology.

For this reason, he finds it bothersome, for a lack of a better word, whenever you, a neighboring witch, would conjure up clouds of rain until the early hours of the night. In your defense, it always happens unconsciously, most often when you’re frustrated because you couldn’t conjure up enough clouds when the sun is still out or when you untimely create clouds right as a storm passes over the countryside.

“Excuse me!” He called to you from the skies on his fifth night in the neighboring town. This was when you first met. You look up at him curiously, surprised at finding a fellow magical person. “Are you causing this?”

He gestures over the thin veils of clouds looming over the full moon. He could tell you were a witch by the runes you read to your root crops.

“Yes, why?”

“I study astrology, you see.” He shows you a familiar book, the standard guide to astrology—you knew because your own mother was an astrologer. “And I can’t really study if it’s too cloudy.”

“O-Oh, sorry.” You stand up from squatting next to your green sprouts, scratching the back of your neck. “It takes me a long time to make them disappear, you see. I swear I’m also working on them!”

“Well, it’s already late and I still have business to attend to later on so it’d be really helpful if you get your clouds out of the way quickly.” He points out, intimidating you a bit.

Because of his dry and rather stern tone, you managed to clear out the sky faster than you’ve ever done at the time. Suffice to say, Seungmin was impressed.

“Thanks! I’m Seungmin, by the way.” “Y/N, nice to meet you and sorry again!”

Now at present, you only have a month left until your training ends yet somehow you can’t seem to master the art of controlling the rain for sun showers, which frustrates Seungmin as much as it frustrates you.

“Maybe you’re overthinking it. Have you tried relaxing?” In the few months you’ve spent being sort of neighbors, you know that Seungmin never means anything malicious, he simply has a sarcastic tone by default.

“I am relaxed.” You insist, puffing out air that resembles smoke in the cold weather. It’s nearing the end of November and you can already feel the snow coming, signalling your impending departure. You try again, concentrating and thinking about how Seungmin’s watching you, “Oh hey, look, I did it!”

To compromise over your clashing work schedules, on the 2nd month of Seungmin’s stay, the two of you came to an agreement that you alternate between your towns, so that Seungmin can monitor you practicing with the weather and make sure that he gets to see the night sky when you’re done. Undeniably, you’ve grown closer from helping each other out (and maybe you’ve even developed a small crush on the side, but you wouldn’t tell him that).

He sits behind you on your rooftop on this particular Sunday, reading a thick book on the movement of constellations, while you levitate over your vegetable garden, eyes trained to the cloudy sky that slowly clears.

“Is this the last thing you need to accomplish?” He asks after a while, having decided after a while to halt reading and observe the sky. You’re halfway through clearing the sky, some hints of sunlight starting to peek through from the remaining clouds. Though he doesn’t show it, he’s proud (and a bit jealous) that you’re almost done with your training.

Without sparing him a glance, you shake your head no. “I still need to perfect my own song to conjure up a sun showers.” You correct as a frown settles on your face.

You control the weather with music. You use a flute for snow and sleet, a harp for the rain, a triangle for thunder and winds, and your own voice to call for the sun and clear skies. The problem with creating a sun shower is that you can’t come up with your own last verse—the one that is supposedly unique to every conjurer, according to your aunt who gave you the sheet music.

“Maybe you need another instrument.” Seungmin suggests but you both know that if there was another instrument for sun showers, your aunt would tell you as a witch who controls the weather herself. “Or the music sheet’s wrong.”

“If it’s wrong, then I would’ve conjured up something else entirely the last time I tried it.” You point out. The last time meaning just a few weeks ago when you tried out your latest revision and conjured up enough clouds but too much rain. “I’m just missing a few measures but my brain’s already too fried to come up with any!”

“Can I see?”

You impatiently hum in approval, finally turning around to briefly look at him and gesture over to your rucksack. “It’s in my bag, knock yourself out.”

You have an idea of Seungmin’s musical ability. He tends to hum to himself while he’s busy with work, you’ve heard in the events you’ve stayed in his place longer to help him see the stars better, and he plays the piano well, especially when he was asked to in his town’s festival. You’ve wondered yourself before why he chose studying astrology over taking control of the weather until he mentioned his home life before going off on his own.

“It does sound hard to complete, especially with what you already have.” He agrees with you after a while. At this point, you’ve managed to clear the skies of heavy rain clouds so you levitate towards him, sitting across from him after penetrating the shield he’s made for himself from the rain that’s passed. “But I think you’re getting there.”

He hums the main melody under his breath, occasionally stopping to brainstorm ideas on what could possibly be missing on your sheet music. To his right, you lay down tiredly on your back, rucksack serving as a makeshift pillow, and turn your body to face him, listening intently to the little notes and comments he makes under his breath. “I just need a balance with the sun and the rain.” You sigh. “The sun is already enough, the rain’s just a little too much.”

“Hm, sounds strangely poetic.” He points out with the same dry tone you’ve grown accustomed to, making you chuckle. “You going through something or what?”

“I don’t know if I’d call it that.” You then turn your body up towards the sky. Now that your clouds were gone, you then realize that the sky’s started turning pink and orange in sunset. “It’s just that, there are some things and people I’m unsure of, I guess.”

He wanted to ask you what, or rather, who exactly you were unsure of. You’re not exactly known for being a social butterfly but you’re not anti-social, either, but if bothered you so much, whatever or whoever you’re referring to must be someone incredibly special to you.

“Hey, can I keep a copy of this?” He opts to ask instead, gaining your attention again.

You nod. “You can take the music sheets, I have it memorized by heart already, anyway.”

“If I can come up with something, I’ll let you know.” He carefully tucks your music sheet between the pages of his book. “You don’t have some kind of deadline, do you?”

“No, it’s okay.” You smile before turning back to the incoming sunset. “Anyway, I’ve had enough of thinking about it for today, let’s just enjoy the sunset before you go back to studying! Ah, what a day.”

Seungmin is evidently surprised, often you mind each other’s businesses and only talk when one needs help or when one is about to leave, but you missed such a rare expression across his face “Okay.” You only hear him say as he closes his book and lays down next to you, using his own messenger bag as a pillow.

Later that night, Seungmin decides to study on your rooftop later than usual, and you hear him singing until you fell asleep.

In the following days, Seungmin kept on humming the final measures of your song along with experimental measures to try and fill in the missing gap. He sings it while gathering (or stealing, depends on who you ask) herbs from your garden, cleaning the room he rents above a dusty bookstore, and even while writing a cohesive prediction for someone in his side business.

It would drive you crazy if only his voice isn’t that great.

“You know, when your training ends, you should also try picking up at least one skill related to music.” You suggest to him a week later while pacing around in his room. You’re supposed to be outside but complained because of the intense heat you can’t seem to tone down. “I highly recommend singing for sunshine.”

“But you do it better.” He’s making you a reading on this particular day since business is slow recently. “You sing and play well.”

Internally, the butterflies already present in your stomach multiply greatly. “So? Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t too?” You manage to counter while trying to recover. “I bet wherever you’re going after your training, they’ll have extraordinarily warmer sun.”

He chuckles nervously. He’s more than halfway through his training already but he doesn’t want to think about that just yet (mostly because he finds it weird thinking about a new place without you in it, but he wouldn’t tell you that). “Really? You think so?”

You nod. “Yeah, I feel—well, I believe you will.” Placing a hand outside a nearby open window, the sun still feels scorching hot on your skin. You didn’t like bringing umbrellas or wearing hats while practicing, it distracts you too much. “Aish, it’s still too hot out!”

“If I do pick up music, I might turn out even better than you.” He teases, stealing a glance over to you and softening up by following with, “But who knows, maybe we’ll bump into each other a few years from now, you’ll probably already settled with somewhere and I’m still looking for a place to call home, then you can teach me.”

Seungmin can’t actually imagine you permanently staying in one place, with your adventurous streak and passion for the outdoors, much less finding someone who makes you stay in one place forever but he forces himself to consider for the sake of theory.

Whoever will catch their eye would truly be exceptional.

You, on the other hand, show evident confusion in your expression while you retract your hand back from the window. “I wouldn’t count myself on the settling down part but sure, I guess, I can teach you a few years from now.”

“Why?” Seungmin looks up at you again and even stops humming, showing you genuine curiosity. It suddenly felt strangely serious.

At this, you simply shrug. “I don’t know, I guess I don’t think it’s a priority for me. I want to see the world! Can you picture me staying in one place forever?”

“No?” He chuckles. “What if you fall in love?”

“If I do, whoever I fall in love with should probably start practicing flying well then.”

When the two of you go out to the farmland behind Seungmin’s lodging later on, you conjure up an almost-perfect sun shower with only a handful of extra clouds left that needs to disappear.

“Seungmin, you’re going to catch a cold, come over here!” When you turn around to show Seungmin your work, you see him flying circles over the empty farmlands instead.

Drenched in light rain, he grows self-conscious of how you think of his flying skilles—all the while debating on whether he should give the last measure of your song to you now, when he’s definitely sure that he enjoys your company, or during Christmas, when it’s the cruelest holiday to leave.

Seungmin eventually gives in after 2 weeks, not that you’d notice anyway since you didn’t know that he wanted to keep you around longer. The sky is already getting cloudy, reminding the two of you of snow, making it harder to practice during the day—Seungmin had to give in while you can still manage to clear the sky before practicing.

“This is it, Seungmin.” You breathe out dramatically through the chilly December breeze. It’s early morning, just a little after the break of dawn, because you were so excited practicing the song with Seungmin last night. “If this last measure makes my perfect sun shower, my last week here would be the best! I’d be the happiest, I swear.”

There was also the fact that you planned on leaving right after the first snow. Sometimes you’re just too cruel, Seungmin thinks.

“I’m sure this is it, I decoded it.” He says as coolly and as confidently as he can.

You say nothing more, proceeding to sing and play the harp according to your sheet music. The song is only 2 minutes long, barely providing any room to feel nervous as you slowly approached the final verse which is supposed to be different for every witch / wizard, hence why it was hard to decode.

As you play, Seungmin watches the clouds form over the pale yellow sunrise, a small smile unconsciously forming on his face that then grows into a wide grin when they stop at just the right amount and started drizzling the vast expanse of houses ahead in light rain. “Y/N, you did it! You did it!”

You didn’t even realize that you’ve had your eyes closed the entire time you sang and played, opening them only when you felt Seungmin spinning around next to you to feel the rain just as the droplets of rain started to dampen your own hair. “I—I did it!”

“You did!” Seungmin turns to you, not even hiding his happiness this time as he then instinctively pulls you into a warm hug. “I’m so proud of you!”

You hug him back tighter, his coat cold and damp against yours. “Thank you, Seungmin.” You catch your breath as you rest your chin against his shoulder. “Thank you so much.”

Seungmin only hums, speechless in being so close to you. This was the first time you hugged.

Without his face in your view, you miss the way he momentarily frowns at the thought that you’re now certain and confident to leave—a thought he expertly hides when he pulls away later on and says, “So, will you still practice or do you just leave it at that until you leave?”

You frown at him in annoyance, you really were irked he brought it up, especially since several days have passed since you’ve avoided mentioning it. “Why are you thinking of me leaving already? I have to practice a couple more times before I go, of course!”

“I’m just making sure so in case you stay outside overtime again.” He defends himself, suddenly feeling colder that you’re far away again. “Okay, now try making it stop, it’s getting really cold!”

“Alright, alright!” You roll your eyes, making the clouds disappear. You manage to dry yourselves even with a gush of warmer winds to compensate the two of you getting wet with rain. “Jeez, Seungmin, I thought we were having a moment there!”

Though you said it in a joking manner, of course he didn’t miss the way you showed the slightest hint of being hurt. Seungmin feels his heart drop to his stomach at the thought.

You continue practicing in the days that follow, both early in the mornings and late in the afternoons. Though you keep it cool in front of Seungmin, you notice how quiet he’s suddenly become, how he would hum your song less and literally cover his face with his book whenever you glance over at him for small talk.

“Are you mad?” “No.” “Do you feel awkward too?” “...A bit, yeah.” Would always be your conversation-ender. You know he meant it sincerely because he didn’t use his default dry tone on you but somehow it felt awkward.

What changed?

On your last day, you invited him to dinner.

“I told the landlord you can take this house if you want to.” You mention as the two of you ate strawberry cake. Earlier that day, some of the villagers surprised you with a going-away party since you leave at midnight—the cake was from one of the farmers you helped grow crops faster. “I still have some root crops in the garden, that should last you for a month.”

“It’s fine.” He reassures you for the 2nd time since you started eating. “I want the vegetables, though.”

For a while, it seemed like the awkwardness was gone and you laugh. “If you’re not taking the house, then you might have to have a talk with Mrs. Ross over the vegetables.”

“Then I’ll swipe them later when you go.” And then the awkwardness was back.

“Won’t you see me off later?” You ask, nervously playing with your food as you steal a glance at him.

Across the table, the lone strawberry on Seungmin’s plate suddenly seems interesting even when your gaze pokes on his newly dyed blonde hair. “I’m...I’m helping a villager’s sick child, it might take a while.” He bluffs, a heavy feeling looming over him.

“Oh...” He doesn’t see the frown before you muster up a smile. “That’s alright, I guess.”

“Where do you plan on going?” He finally gathers the courage to look up at you, searching for any sign in your eyes that you’d suddenly stay.

You ponder over the question longer than you usually would, your eyes trailing to the window behind Seungmin as you do so. “It’s snowing.” You mutter absentmindedly.

When Seungmin turns around, your windowsill already has a thin layer of snow.

“It is.” He agrees, eyes suddenly stinging. Am I crying? “It’s the first snow.”

You swore you saw faint hints of tears on Seungmin’s face when you escorted him out later that night but you chose to ignore it, diverting your attention instead to the sky—and for the first time you understood why Seungmin hated night skies wherein the stars aren’t visible.

“A bit dull, I get it now.” You comment as you walk him with him to the main road. When he gives you a questioning gaze, the dry trails of tears shining under the faint street lights, you gesture to the sky. “The starless sky, I mean.”

He follows you, frowning at the lack of stars. The sky seems to radiate off of the two of you. “Yeah, it’s so vague, you could barely read anything.”

Seungmin wakes up the following morning to a sun shower. There’s a thick layer of snow outside his window, even more when he steps out of his lodging later on, yes, but it’s the lone droplet of rain that falls on his cheek as he closes the door behind him on his way out that catches his utmost attention, casting his eyes up to the sky as it begins to drizzle.

At that moment, it fully dawns on him that you never told him exactly where you were going.

Still, he flies to your house, in hopes of any clue somehow. Only, when he arrived, he only saw the landlady, Mrs. Ross there, tending to your garden.

“Oh, Seungmin!” She greets the evidently distressed wizard. “Do you want to take some of the vegetables?”

“N-No, I just thought that—nevermind.”

“If you’re looking for Y/N, they already left last night.” Mrs. Ross says sympathethically to Seungmin. “They didn’t say where they were going.”

Seungmin walks home afterwards, dejected.

It felt wrong, spending an entire day without you afterwards, especially when the sun was out later in the afternoon yet it felt horrifyingly cold.

The week passes by too slowly for Seungmin, even when he decides on devoting half of his day to resuming correspondence with his parents and some friends—away in their own towns. He rarely leaves the house, wandering only as far as the bookstore downstairs, utilizing the never-ending snow as an excuse to his landlord. Your landlady. Mrs. Ross, is probably the only person from outside his building that he sees whenever she drops by to hand him the produce from your garden.

His textbooks have started to blur in front of him whenever he studies and the weather has started feeling dull and repetitive for him.

And so it felt years have already passed when a knock comes to his door beyond the usual time Mrs. Ross would come by. It’s already afternoon, just as Seungmin is about to take a nap.

“Who is it?” He asks as loudly as he can in his drowsy state, almost stumbling over an umbrella stand in the process, but the knock continues, annoyingly chirpy at that.

When he opens the door, you give him no time to prepare himself as you tackle him in a hug. “Kim Seungmin!” You exclaim, throwing your arms to his shoulder.

There’s a slight delay on his part, partly because the sun is shining too warmly and too bright outside but mostly because he instantly recognizes your warmth as you squeeze him tighter. “Wha—? How—?” He stutters, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in shock. Nevertheless, he wraps his arms around your waist, quickly gathering his thoughts together to coherently ask, “Where have you been?!”

“Oh, here and there. I went home to my parents then wandered off aimlessly to some beaches in the South since it’s really cold up here.” You explain as you try and pull away from him but Seungmin uncharacteristically keeps you in place, making you laugh. “Hey, you missed me.”

At this, he buries his face on your shoulder, mumbling a muffled, “Of course I did.” that almost completely melted your heart if it weren’t for him following it with, “I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Well, I needed time to think.” When you pull away, he lets you this time, allowing you to step inside his place. It looked the same since you were last here, you notice.

“Of what?”

“Of how I feel for you.” You make sure to say it in the sincerest way you know, feeling light-headed afterwards.

Oh, Seungmin thinks, cheeks flushed, so it’s me?

Seungmin stands there gaping, completely dazed at your short confession until your face is completely red from the heat that you immediately speak again. “Seungmin, say something.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t know if you liked me or not.”

“Wasn’t it obvious?”

You knit your eyebrows in confusion. “No? If you were, I would’ve actually stayed longer.”

“R-Really?” Now, Seungmin just feels dumb for not being more clear with his feelings.

You nod with a hum, continuing, “I kept dropping hints as best as I can but you just keep mentioning me leaving whenever you can.”

In front of you, you can clearly see Seungmin’s frustration with himself. “I’m sorry, I should’ve still been considerate of how you felt about me mentioning your leave then and I definitely should’ve asked you to stay even when your training did end.” He frowns, more to himself than to you. “B-because I...I really like you too but I also thought that you’d want to go and explore the moment you’re allowed to leave—I didn’t want to keep you waiting if you like me too.”

You shake your head no, a small smile now forming on your lips. “It’s not like the world outside’s going to change.” You take a brave step closer to Seungmin now, cupping his cheeks in your warm hands. “So, what’s—how many months do you have left? Four?—what’s 4 months more of waiting?”

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Holding Secrets Like a Crystal Chapter 3

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Monica never did get her answers.

Despite being the second to the Marshall of the Crownsguard and basically the one who ran the entire place when the Marshall wasn’t there, she still wasn’t the Marshall. There were some things that were confidential even to her.

And Cor’s mission that took a year…that was clearly beyond confidential.

She decided to keep the name, and Cor’s secret grief, close to her heart.

Occasionally, she would hear his musing on what Prompto was doing. Finally, years of waiting, and the image of a blonde baby held in Cor’s arms surfaced and Monica immediately broke into a coughing fit.

By Bahamut’s fucking shield, did Cor get a kid? And what happened to him? He was clearly alive. Perhaps he was adopted out.

No wonder Cor mourned. He had to give away his son.

Monica had a headache. That was what she got for being so curious.

“Dustin, I swear to Bahamut, don’t you dare – “ Monica started.

“I triple double dog dare you,” he said. “To a drinking contest, lieutenant.”

Oh Astrals, and he did it in front of witnesses too.

Monica sighed. “Fine. Fuck. Fine.”

Ten drinks later, and Monica stared at the bottom of her glass with a quiet expression of immense sadness.

“Cor’s just so nice,” she told Dustin earnestly. “He’s so nice. The best person ever. And not one of you fuckers are nice to him.”

Dustin blinked. “You’re related?” he asked because he was drunk too and selective hearing was a thing.

“By brain!” Monica announced. “We’re related by brain. The brain cell.”

It made immense sense to her. Must have made sense to Dustin too, because he nodded.

“Yes, the brain cell,” Dustin mused. “His sword is so cool.”

Cor arrived at one point, because Monica noticed the rhythm of his brain radio.

“Thank you,” Cor said dryly, making Dustin jump a foot in the air. “For appreciating my sword, Ackers.”

There were several wolf whistles at that, as Dustin blanched at the unintended double entendre.

“S-sir, I didn’t think,” Dustin stammered.

“No you did not,” Cor glowered. He ushered Monica up, who at that point was seeing double. She staggered and he supported her firmly.

“Come now, to bed with you, kid,” he murmured.

Monica blearily looked in his direction with a drunken smile. “Best human ever,” she muttered, before passing out.

Monica was used to intense headaches that caused her to vomit due to her telepathy. Hangovers were nothing.

The guard, who had expected her to take a leave of absence after the ten shots she did, looked awestruck as she worked like nothing had happened the night before.

“Don’t you get hangovers?” Dustin demanded.

His loud voice made her head throb, but Monica didn’t even show it. She was used to the pain.

“Of course,” she said. “But my pain tolerance is especially high for headaches.”

What the fuck, Monica. “Monica, you must have a head made of steel,” Dustin said.

Cor, who she hadn’t noticed lurking because of the distraction provided by her hangover, loomed. “Monica, why do you have a pain tolerance for headaches?” he demanded. What the hell, kid?

She sighed. “I am prone to debilitating headaches, ever since I was a child. No medicine has ever helped, so I’ve learned to work through it.”

A spike of pain made her brow wrinkle involuntarily before she smoothed it over again. It was too much to hope that Cor wouldn’t notice. Because he did.

“Monica, come with me to medical while we get you diagnosed with actual competent doctors,” Cor ordered.

Monica hated doctors. With a passion. After one doctor had recommended her to be exorcised, she wanted nothing to do with them.

“I’m fine,” she said. “But if you insist sir.”

“I insist.”

Astrals, he was so stubborn.

She radiated extreme dislike the entire time they were in medical. Even if the doctor diagnosed her with better, stronger medication, Monica stared at Cor.

Fuck, this kid is so stubborn. “Have a rest day, Monica,” he said. “If you continue working, I’ll extend it to five days.”

He was absolutely serious. Monica finally allowed a scowl to cross her face. “Sir,” she saluted with a frown.

Monica packed her things and passed by his highness with his retainer. Monica saluted him while stepping aside, and Noctis smiled and waved.

Despite being a very reserved boy, Noctis’s mind was loud. Louder than his father and certainly louder than Dustin.

Oh, it’s Monica! She’s so cool. Scary cool. “Hi lieutenant! You’re going home?” he asked, looking at the bag on her back.

Monica smiled at him, ridiculously fond of the boy. “Yes, your highness. I have a terrible headache and the Marshall has ordered me home.”

She says she has a headache but looks as unmoved as a cucumber. Wow that’s a crazy pain tolerance, Ignis Scientia thought.

“Oh, you’re sick!” Noctis exclaimed. “You better hurry home so you can rest and feel better.”

Monica saluted again. “Thank you, your highness.”

Man, the last time Prompto had a headache, he had to stay home for a week. Monica is really cool. Noctis said, turning away.

Monica’s feet only faltered for a second before she continued walking.

She was giddy with amusement and probably high from the pain and medicine. But still, she had finally found a lead to Prompto.

Prompto, it turned out, was a blonde teenager with a smile like sunshine and a very cheerful disposition.

Monica, looking at him, realized that Prompto’s everything must have come from the other parent. Because even if the Marshall was in a good mood, she had never seen him smile that much.

“Are we sure we’re authorized to do this?” Dustin asked as she commandeered several city cameras to stalk the boy on his way home.

“Nope,” Monica said blithely. “But if anyone asks, just blame me.”

Hot damn. “Alright boss, as you do. Why are we taking pictures of him though?”

Monica smiled. “It’s for an early birthday present. Also, get me a file of Prompto’s parents.”

Dustin did so with a frown the entire time. Well, maybe she hadn’t said anything when she made Cor sign the forms for Monica to do monitor duty but since Cor didn’t ask, she didn’t say anything. If Cor didn’t know, the King couldn’t scold him.

“Boss,” Dustin said, dread in his voice. “His parents…are the Argentums? But. They’re hardly in Insomnia. I checked their travel records and…”

Monica looked over Dustin’s monitor and frowned. “Check their bank accounts. Are they hiring anyone to take care of him the entire time? And when did this start? Prompto’s what, fourteen?”

Dustin searched and brought up their bank accounts, probably hacking into the Insomnia’s banking guild. But he didn’t say anything. Which was one of the reasons why she really liked Dustin. He didn’t ask unnecessary questions like Cor.

“They started leaving regularly when he was six, boss. No records of anyone hired to watch over him.”

Monica wanted to curse. She wanted this to be a nice surprise for Cor. A little bit of info on his kid. Maybe he signed stipulations that he couldn’t voluntarily seek out the child. So Monica did it for him. But if his kid was being neglected - !

“I’ll back check the camera records of the ones near his house. Is he – “ Monica brought up old files. It was a good thing that the Citadel recorded everything.

“That could take days!” Dustin complained even as he did as he was told.

“Luckily, I already signed our overtime forms,” Monica said.

Dustin sighed. This is revenge for the hangover.

Monica had to hold back giggles.

It took reviewing the tapes for three days with overtime, but they had everything.

It wasn’t pretty.

“This is a neglect case,” Dustin sighed. After the second day, he’d gotten pretty invested. “Monica, we can’t even report it because the evidence we gathered isn’t authorized by anyone!”

Monica waved that complaint away. “That’s fine. I can just get Cor to sign it and backdate it for me.”

Dustin stared, wide eyed, as Monica did just that.

She presented the files to Cor while Dustin watched from safe distance. Cor’s frown went from his normal frown to a glowering thundercloud that he usually wore blowing up bases in Niflheim.

“Monica,” Cor finally said, tone foreboding.

Monica crossed her arms. “Your kid, sir.”

Cor stood up and Dustin bit his fingers, very sure that Cor was going to - ! Hug her. Cor hugged her.

“Thank you,” Cor said, voice very soft and gentle. “Thank you. I’ll take care of this now.”

Monica nodded, her face flushed. “Yes sir. Don’t worry about the guard, I can take care of everything here.”

He smiled at her, and Dustin blinked. “Best human ever,” Cor said, patting her head.

Dustin and Monica stared blankly as Cor walked away with purpose.

As one, they looked at each other.

“Did he just – “ Monica asked.

“Yup.” And like that, Dustin started to laugh at the awestruck look on Monica’s face.

Monica still wasn’t sure if Cor knew she could read minds.

Cor didn’t ask, and Monica never said anything.

Still, it was reassuring that Cor never doubted her at all. If she said anything, Cor would believe it without hesitation. Dustin took this as Cor playing favorites.

“That just speaks of my track record,” Monica said. “How many arrests and cases have I solved while working for the guard?”

Dustin dully repeated, “More than any guard has ever done since Cor Leonis himself.” I should know, I checked the facts myself.

Monica nodded. “There. So you see, it is not favoritism.”

“You’re a brat, boss,” Dustin said, to everyone’s resounding “Oooohh’s!”

Monica held a shit eating grin in Dustin’s direction and said, “Still your boss, Dustin.”

Prompto moved in with Cor, and Monica knew this because the blonde baby that Cor usually imagined when he thought of Prompto, morphed into a blonde teenager with a wide smile.

Not that Cor said anything after he stalked off with the intent to skewer the Argentums with his sword.

“Just to you know,” Cor said. “Prompto will be staying with you when I have my solo missions from the king.”

Monica stared. “Am I equipped to babysit teenagers?” she asked.

“More than I am,” he said. “I didn’t even have a guest room when he moved in.”

The image of a sword storage rose in Cor’s mind and Monica had to hold back a gasp. Fucking Astrals, that was a lot of swords.

“Of course sir,” Monica said after a moment. “He seems to have settled in well despite the swords.”

Which. Uhm. Was a mistake. Because Monica just either a.) admitted to stalking them or b.) read Cor’s mind about it.

Cor stared at her for a long time. Eventually, he slowly said, “Yes. He did.”

Both of them stared at each other, before going back to their respective paperwork.

Honestly, this don’t ask don’t tell policy they had going on was sometimes very awkward, especially if Monica slipped and forgot to pretend to be normal.

Fuck I need a drink, Cor thought, which Monica echoed fervently. Damn, she needed new hobbies.

#fanfiction #ffxv #final fantasy xv #monica elshett #cor leonis #prompto argentum #telepathy au #monica is just like stalking is for your own good!#and cor is just if i don't know anything about it then regis can't give me shit for it later

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #321

i’m exploring the deepest recesses of tumblr to unearth super old surveys, so you can expect an onslaught of ‘em.

When someone is tailgating you, do you drive faster or slower? I drive the same speed, even though it makes me incredibly uncomfortable. What place outside of your own home do you spend the most time at? My sister's place. Have you ever been snorkeling? No. Do most of your relatives live in the same state/province as you? No; only my parents and immediate sisters live here. Have you ever participated in a medical study? No. Is there a food you hate that everyone else seems to like? Especially where I live, fried chicken. It's disgusting. Have you ever had to evacuate from a natural disaster? No. Do you have any family members who are cancer survivors? Numerous, actually. Do you have any licenses other than your driver's license? I don't even have a driver's license, never mind anything else. What job does you significant other have? I’m single. When you were in elementary school, what was a typical afternoon like once you got home from school? I did my homework right away; well, after having a snack. After that, I was most likely on the computer playing Neopets or Webkinz, or something on the PlayStation. Is your favorite movie part of a series? Yes. Have you ever played in a water puddle? Sure, as a kid. I loved that. Have you ever played in a mud puddle? I don't think so. Have you ever kissed someone (outside) in the rain? Yes. He did it purely to be romantic, lol. Have you ever lost control of your car in the rain? No, thank fuck. Have you ever had to attend summer school? No. Have you ever experienced a summer where the temperature exceeded 120'F/49'C? Yikes, no, not that high. The highest we usually get is below 110. Do you live in a hot or cold (normally) climate? Hot. It sucks. Has your community ever had a “smog alert”? No. Have you ever raked leaves, and then played in them? Oh, absolutely as a kid. Dad would rake a pile just for us kids. Have they ever cancelled school because it was too hot? At least once, yes. Have you ever had to shovel snow? No. Have you ever experienced “cat’s breath”, where the wind was so powerful it took your breath away, literally? Yep, especially when I visited Sara and we went on a walk. It was fucking outrageous. Safe to say I didn't last long on that walk. Has your/or have you been in a car that was stuck in a snowstorm? No. What does your MySpace profile look like? I haven't seen it since that site was still "a thing." I do remember, however, that it was COVERED in meerkats, haha. Pictures, facts, etc. And my page song was "Pocketful of Sunshine" by Natasha Beddingfield lmao. Do you like living in the country or city better? Country, 100%. I'm not a city gal by any means. Do you have a big backyard? No, it's very small. Not used to that at all. What is your favorite Adam Sandler movie? I don't know, he's in too many to choose lmao. What was the last thing that surprised you? Apparently a rocket crashed today after launch. What color hair did your first crush have? Brown. Have you ever visited your state’s capitol building? No. I... didn't even know those existed lmao I feel dumb. Who was the last person that said something that warmed your heart? I'm not sure, but I'm quite certain my niece or nephew would be involved there, haha. What is your favorite park? I don't have one. Have you ever felt an earthquake? No. Do you believe anyone is asexual? ???????????? Yes???????????? Were you abused? No. Have you ever missed a deadline? Yeah. Can you tell Mary-Kate and Ashley apart in pictures? I haven't seen them in an eternity, idk. Describe your fondest memory: I don't really want to... but I'll entertain the question. It's hard to choose, and they just about all include Jason. I think what I hold closest though was our dance to "Stairway to Heaven" after prom in the headlights of his car in my front yard. It's something that physically hurts to remember. What song makes you cry every time you hear it? Let's set aside my "trigger songs" for this. "Terrible Things" by Mayday Parade does it very easily. How often do you break your promises? I almost never do. I don't bullshit around with promises. I've only ever broken ones I'd forgotten I'd made, if my memory serves me right. How long do you take in the shower, on average? Not even 10 minutes. Do you have your MySpace/Facebook profile set to a "friends only" setting? Yes. Did your last kiss mean anything? Why or why not? Of course it did. I care very, very deeply for her. Are your summers usually boring and relaxing, or busy and interesting? "Summers are hot and miserable." <<<< mood Tell me a crazy thing you did as a child. I don't really think I did anything "crazy" as a child, just weird. Like pretending to be a father penguin arranging rocks to mock a nest. I was fuckin weird. How many best friends do you have? One. When you’re upset, who do you wanna talk to the most? Either Sara, Mom, or nobody. Opinion on Daughtry? They're nice. "No Surprise" is positively beautiful. Do you like country music? Noooooo. What’s been the most awkward situation you've been in? Okay, possible TMI. Basically, Jason's parents arrived home way, way earlier than they were supposed to and my panicky ass couldn't find my clothes quickly, and when I finally did, I had to dress as quickly as possible in his tiny-ass closet while he distracted his mom and dad lmfao. I'ma just say it was a very close call to me melting into a mortified puddle. I look back on it and laugh now, but the absolute, throbbing fear I felt was NOT funny back then lmfao. Don’t you love that feeling when you look at someone and you just melt? <3 That is genuinely one of the best feelings in the entire world. Do you prefer male or female singers? I have no preference. So what are you planning for this summer? Nothing, really... Who knows where the Covid situation will be then. What’s a good book? In general for absolutely anyone, Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo. It is a book about pacifism that is so very deep and emotional. For women, I highly recommend The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. As a woman myself, the concept of the book is terrifying, to be reduced to reproduction machines without rights, so it's something you can really feel as a female. It's a book that definitely makes you want to fight for women's rights. Is it awkward for you when your parents talk to you about boys etc… No. I'm a grown woman. Now if she asked about my sex life (if I had one), I'd feel a bit weird, but not very. Do you like it when guys play with your hair? Yeah. Ever cried when you had to say goodbye to someone? Well of course. Over multiple people. Have your parents ever hated one of your boyfriends/girlfriends? No. Have you ever dreamt of someone you barely know? Indeed. Do you have a blood donor’s card? Yep. Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? I had to before surgery. Has anyone seen you naked in the last week? No. What kind of doctor did you go to the last time you went? It was via phone, but I talked with my psychiatrist a few days ago. Does your ex still think about you? I'm sure Sara and Girt do, as they're my good friends, but idk if either think of me romantically. I would hope Jason at least remembers me with some degree of care in his heart... As for Juan, Aaron, and Tyler, idk if they do and I don't really care. What has been bothering you a lot lately? My weight. Are you trustworthy? I think so, yes. Did your parents teach that white lies were ok? Yeah, but it definitely depends on the situation. Which literary character would you dress up as, if you had to choose one? Speaking of The Handmaid's Tale, for Halloween one year, I really, really want to take some cool photos of me dressed as a handmaid with a (obviously fake) blood splatter over my stomach. What (or who) is the best thing that ever happened to you? Being born with the mom I have, probably. I have no idea. None. Of where I'd be without her. Do you miss college? Sigh, sometimes... but I'm not going back. No chance. Dropping out three times due to my mental state hints at a clear pattern. Have you ever called a teacher “mom”? Yeah, accidentally. Except with my physical science teacher in HS that eventually became my "other mom" and most recently our landlord, even. I call her "Mama" sometimes. What was the name of your first imaginary friend? It was a wolf whose name I don't remember. What color was your nursery when you were a baby? No clue. What is your favorite arcade game? I desperately wanna go to a location that has Silent Hill: The Arcade. :/ That's on my bucket list. It's very rare. Are you allergic to grass? No. Do you remember to water plants? I don’t have any plants to water. What is your favorite fall drink? I don't drink any "fall" drinks. Favorite winter drink? Hot chocolate! Favorite spring drink? There are "spring" drinks? Favorite summer drink? Gimme a nice, cold margarita. Name three creative people you know. Sara, Tez, and Mini are some of the most creative people I've ever written with. Name 3 YouTubers you aspire to be like. Mark in like a million different ways, I look up greatly to Jeffree Star's work ethic (say what you will about him personally, but holy shit does mama WORK), and Emzotic for her incredible growth after trauma that's left her more confident than ever, and she's amazing with animals and just a darling overall. Does anyone know who your current crush is? Yeah, I'm pretty open about it. Have you ever been scammed? Not successfully, no. Which song describes your life? I relate to "Get Up" by Mother Mother a lot at this point in my life. If someone dislikes you, what is most likely to be the reason? Probably because I open up so slowly/am very secretive of myself when someone might be trying to get close. People have also criticized my laziness. Where did you meet the last person you swapped numbers with? YouTube. At least I think Tez was the last person I gave my number to. Who was the last person to add you as a friend on Facebook? Hunter, my neighbor growing up. Who was the last person that asked if you were okay? My therapist. I had to leave group due to severe abdominal cramping. It was just my period, but he just wanted to check. What was the last thing you bought from a vending machine? Probably a soda back when I was still in school. Has anyone given you butterflies recently? Actually yeah; I had a memory of Sara that caused 'em to revisit me. What was the name of the first person you ever had a crush on? Why did you like them? I'm going to exclude my puppy-dog crush (Dylan) and talk about my first "real" crush, Sebastian. I liked him because we had very similar interests, he was really friendly, nice, and funny, and he clearly trusted me a lot because he actually confided in me regarding the relationship he was in that was struggling and causing him a lot of pain. I thought he was attractive, too. Ngl, I wonder sometimes where we could have gone if he hadn't been dating the girl, because I'm 90% sure he was into me, too. In current times, he very recently got engaged! Super happy for him. Which parent do you identify with the most? My ma. What do you think you cook or bake the best? Scrambled eggs, I guess. That's just about all I CAN make, haha. My family likes 'em. I always use American cheese, salt, pepper, and a bit of hot sauce. What embarrasses you the most in front of other people? Admitting I RP. If you had to choose one thing you were most passionate about, what would it be and why? Of actually important things, gay rights. If we're talkin' passionate about anything, then the answer's meerkats, duh. Who are you most envious of—real or fictional—and why? A rival photographer that lives here. I absolutely hate admitting that, but yeah, I'm extremely envious of her. She gets way more traffic than I do by a long shot, even though I, from a completely modest and honest standpoint, genuinely think I do better work than her. It's just frustrating. All about who you know in this business. How old is the most expired item in your fridge? Supposedly our milk expired on the 1st, but it smells just fine? And mind you, I am very cautious with expiration dates, and I've found milk typically starts to smell bad a few days earlier than the date to me. This jug is an outlier. What are your favorite style of underwear? I'm a fat old lady that likes high-waisted underwear. What’s the saddest song you’ve ever heard? Maybe "The Ballad of Dwight Fry" by Alice Cooper. I could name tons, though. How about the sweetest song? Maybe "Easy to Love You" by Theory of a Deadman. Another song I struggle to listen to because it was one of mine and Jason's "songs." Do you know how to play dominoes? No. Are you proud of what you’re doing with your heart and time right now? Not in the least. Why or why not? I'm just wasting time. Doing nothing with true meaning, and I seem unable to get over this low point I'm in. How many bones have you broken? One. Well, I was told "fractured," but apparently that's the same thing as broken? Have you ever won anything? Big or small? Yeah, multiple things. What food will you absolutely not, under any circumstances, eat? Animals like cats or dogs. Pets, basically. I would feel WAY too weird. Has anything/anyone every saved your life before? Yes. What is one thing you’re embarrassed to admit you want to try? If I'm embarrassed by it, why would I share it with whoever reads these? What is the most important memory you have and why? When I decided it was truly time to move on from Jason. Why that's my most important is obvious: it changed my mindset and life in general. Is there something you wish you had said sorry for but never did? God, I hope Jason read my apology email I last sent him. I finally accepted I did wrong, too, and I want to know that he knows that. Who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My youngest niece's first birthday was mid-February. What’s a musical instrument you think sounds really beautiful? The violin. Do you play that instrument? I wish I could. Do you have a favorite type of pasta? (like a shape of noodles, not dish) Just spaghetti noodles, ig. How many times a day do you brush your teeth? Once. Who sent the last e-mail you got? My PHP therapist sent me the Zoom link to our group session. Do you have a favorite shape? Out of basic ones, circles. What’s the last song you bought/downloaded? I don't recall. Probably something by 3TEETH. Have you ever been on a trapeze? Hell nah. Do you buy chocolate after Valentine’s Day when it goes on sale? No. Do you personally know anyone who is an author? I met a poet at the psych hospital once. I also have an old friend who had something published in a magazine, I think. Do you own a polaroid camera? No, but I'd love to to take more ~aesthetic~ photographs sometimes. What is something you think is underrated? Snakes! :( They're not scary or gross, nor do they in any way deserve to be killed. I wish the worth of snakes was seen much more clearly. They are spectacular, intriguing animals. Around what temperature do you consider it to be too hot outside? Once it hits like 65*F, I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. In what ways do you expect your life to be different one year from now? I hope beyond hope that I have a job I enjoy. And that I'm driving again. What’s a hobby you used to have, but don’t anymore? I used to loooove video editing, but I've lost all motivation for it. Do you have any exercise equipment in your home? Somewhere we have this one stretchy thing that I have no idea what it's called, then there are two sets of small weights somewhere. Where is the farthest north you’ve traveled to? New York. Farthest south? Florida. East? Well, ya can't go more east in NC unless you want to drive into the ocean... lol. West? Illinois. If you have/want children, will you raise them similar to the way you were raised? If I had kids, I would in some ways, but in a lot of other ways, no. Do you have any unusual decorations in your home? Nothing strange, no. What is the highest level math class you’ve completed? I don't know. Not very high. Do you have an ebook reader? (iPad, Kindle, etc.) No. What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Hurricanes. Have you ever had an animal get into your attic? No. When was the last time you started a “new chapter” of your life? 2017, ig. What is the last random act of kindness you did? I guess you could consider a loving text to Sara a random act of kindness?

#survey #surveys #questions

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certifiedskywalker · 5 years

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Academic Misgivings (Part One) - Peter Parker

Here it is! Part One! Remember this is a Rivals-To-Lovers, slow burn story with a Fem!reader. This also takes place after Homecoming and before Endgame. FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!

You and Peter Parker aren’t friends, but you’re not entirely enemy either. You don’t like him but he always tries to be nice to you. He has everything you’ve ever wanted and you’ll do anything to show him that you can make it on your own. But can you?

Blood was pounding in your ears, heart thundering in your chest as if spurred to life by some angered beast. The sensation of tingling nerves as your hand seemingly hovered, magnetically drawn, over the buzzer. Adrenaline drove you through the thrill as Mr. Harrington’s monotone voice echoed in your skull. The question floated in your mind, seeking its own answers locked away between the neurons of your brain.

With a snap of synapse your whole being jolted. Your palm slammed on the buzzer so hard that the light within shuddered a violent red. Mr. Harrington’s brown eyes widened in shock at the sound but her quickly composed himself.

“Midtown?”

“What is the Fibonacci Spiral.”

“Correct!” Mr. Harrington rang a little bell and turned his back to you. Finally, you allowed yourself to breathe, although it felt more like a wild gasp of air.

“Figures,” you heard someone grumble behind you, but you were too caught up in rolling off the high of affirmation. The mounting joy was building like the apprehension of riders on a roller coasters first crest of a large hill.

“Great job, Y/N. You’ll be heading the B team in Chicago.” And there was the stomach sinking drop. No cheers filled your ears, only disappointed thoughts barraged your mind.

“The B team? Doesn’t my improvement push me up to the A team?” The rest of the academic decathlon team fell silent at your question. You didn’t have to turn around to know that all eyes were on you. Almost all eyes.

“Well we already have Mr. Parker leading A team. We need to keep our heaviest hitters spread out through the sets of questions.” Your hands curled into tight fists. It would take you and ‘Mr. Parker’ to even out the intellect on B team. You opened your mouth to say exactly that when the school library doors flew wide. A red faced, panting, Peter Parker had decided to show up. Now, all eyes were on you as you loomed over the table.

“So, so sorry, this won’t happen again, I promise,” Peter said, his bright eyes shifting from you to Mr. Harrington. The man peered at him through his thick rimmed glasses with an almost fatherly expression. Peter, like a scolded child, dropped his backpack next to the others and found an empty seat on the other table, opposite you.

“It better not,” despite the veiled threat, Mr. Harrington’s voice was soft. “We need you in Chicago Peter. You’re our secret weapon.” If it weren’t for Peter’s awkward laugh, everyone could have heard your eyes rolling in their sockets. Ever since you were both young, Peter Parker had never failed to show you up. If he wasn’t deemed superior under the circumstances, then you were put on an equal footing that always set you more on edge than his overwhelming victories.

For instance, there was the first grade summer reading program. The program itself was not, in name a contest; but as soon as the plump librarian dotted on the fact that you and Peter were ‘neck and neck’ with the amount of books you had both read, you drove yourself to collect on a phantom prize. At the end-of-summer reading palooza party hosted by the public library, the final count was drawn in a tie. You and Peter had read a grand total of 42 books a piece, a hefty sum for a couple of seven year olds.

Then there was the infamous war forged on the third grade front of Mrs. Davis’ classroom. The lovely lady taught science, arguably your favorite subject and Peter’s realm of fascination. Mrs. Davis had both you and Peter in her fifth hour class and would often call on either of you to run errands for her before lunch period. The battle to be her teacher’s pet was intense between you and Peter. It was only in fourth grade did you both learn that being a teacher’s pet was the worst thing anyone could be, ever. Nevertheless, the seeds of animosity had sprouted that year and sixth grade only serves to nourish the growth.

The second year of middle school had not only stirred up the beginnings of puberty but also supplied an outlet for your budding hostility towards your academic rival. You weren’t one for physical education, much preferring a good book than a good jog, but dodge-ball was a godsend. Peter was as lanky as a stick bug, making him a smaller target but that also meant he couldn’t throw very far either. The dodge-ball intramural championship gave you your very first win against district-wide admiration of Peter Parker.

Despite how tall and suddenly handsome Peter had gotten over Summer break, your jealousy towards him remained. The flames were only stoked when girls would, happily, go up to talk to him, compliment him. Burning with envy, for which party, that you were unsure of, you finally talked to Peter. All years past, your competition to outdo each other had been silent. Not a word had passed between you before seventh grade and it only served to anger you further.

Peter was kind. So kind that he made you feel like your bitter rivalry had been one sided. Further fueled, you competed against him in a school hosted trivia night. However, the fates seemed to be against your thirst for conquest because you and Peter ended up on the same team. Granted, that team had won, but between you and Peter, no winner was named.

This fervent yet unspoken clash continued to grow as you both entered high-school. Freshman year had consisted of fighting to see which one of you would join the academic decathlon team first. Peter had made the A team and you the B team. The results presented a persistent conflict between you and the boy genius that had followed up to the current Junior year. Was it childish? Perhaps. Were you ever going to admit that? No.

The sound of a loud practice buzzer went off, breaking you out of your reflection. When you looked up at the table opposite, your jaw clenched. Of course it had been Peter to answer the question. His friend, Ned, clapped him on the shoulders and you felt your own tense up.

“Correct, as always, Mr. Parker.” Mr. Harrington changed the score on the board and you felt your skin crawl. Peter was always the star pupil, no matter how well you performed in his absence. “Alright next question. Hypertrichosis is colloquially known by this name…”

The meat of your palm stung when it impacted with the buzzer. “What is Werewolf Syndrome.”

“Correct!”

You smiled smugly, reclining back in the uncomfortable chairs that, on some vile whim, the school board had deemed perfect for the campus library. Ready to gauge Peter’s disappointment in himself, you spared a glance his way. You found his brown eyes on you, lips offered you half of a smile. You wanted to gag. The role of team player had never suited you, but Peter worn it well like the clothes on his back.

“Well, that ties up our practice scores!” Your head seemed to spin out of your control as you snapped your gaze to the white, erase marker board Mr. Harrington was holding up. Just once, that was all you wanted, to win. “That gives me the opportunity to talk about the trip to Chicago.”

A chorus of limited cheers and apprehensive stares flooded the room. MJ finally looked up from her book at the news of the field trip. Some of the team was still reeling from their last one. Washington had been a great victory if you ignored how they almost died afterwards.

“It’s gonna be fun guys!” A cheerful cry from Betty, a lovely blonde sophomore. She hadn’t been on the trip to Washington. Flash, how was sitting beside you, let out a snicker at the younger girl’s optimism.

“That’s right, thank you, Betty,” Mr. Harrington continued, “sadly, due to budget cuts, we will be taking a smaller bus this time. Pack lightly and tell your parents that you will be safe. Everyone signed the waivers, yes?” Most of the team spoke up in response. “Great. Now remember, meet at the front doors at five fifty-five. We’ll be leaving the school at six.”

“So much for the healthy, professionally recommended eight hours of sleep,” MJ remarked, bringing a smile to your lips. You had never had a long conversation with her, but from what experiences you did have with MJ, you took her to be the wittiest person you had ever met. Much to your amusement, that same wit had a tiring effect on Mr. Harrington who, after MJ’s critique, promptly dismissed the team.

You stood swiftly and began to gather your things. The team had a bad habit of stacking bags on top of one another, so it took a moment for you to find you backpack. Once you dug it out of the stack of bags, you spun on your heel and nearly fell face-first into Peter.

“Oh, s-”

“Watch it, Parker,” you snap before the blush on your cheeks became too visible. he warmth from his body had dulled the flames of embarrassment for a moment before you had realized how close you were to him. You didn’t give Peter a chance to reply as you pushed past him. Luckily, it seemed that no one had noticed the dusting of pink along your face.

The white-hot soreness was put to rest by the crisp afternoon breeze of New York. While Midtown School of Science and Technology wasn’t in the heart of the city, it was close enough to the bay where, every now and then, a gentle breeze would carry off from the water. Such a gust was especially felt after school when the sun was no longer at its peak. The receding sunshine made for a cool walk home.

You adjusted the straps of your bag more securely over your shoulders, hoping to keep your mind off of the moment before. Any interaction with Peter had the innate gift of setting you on edge. You clenched your jaw as you walked, the grinding of your teeth drowning out the pestering thoughts of him. However the one sound that wasn’t overshadowed was the quick pattering of feet on the length of sidewalk behind you.

“Y/N! Wait up!’ You turned your head for a brief moment and, after recognizing the figure chasing after you, you picked up your pace. “Y/N!”

“Not now, Flash, I have stuff to do!” You felt a hand grab your wrist and you stopped in place. Glaring at your peer, you yanked your hand away.

“It will only take a moment.” Teeth gritted, you stared at him.

“It better be worth it.”

Flash gave you a startlingly smug grin as you followed him into a nearby coffee shop. He ordered some absurdly complicated mocha-cappuccino concoction before you both found a secluded table. If it weren’t for the circumstances, you would have enjoyed the shop. It was painted a calming sea-blue and littered with antiques of all sorts. The interior gave off a relaxed aura that was brutally interrupted when Flash sat in front of you as he stirred an alarming amount of sugar in his already frothy drink.

“Alright, I have a proposition for you,” Flash said, placing his coffee stirrer on a napkin.

“A proposition? What are you, a mob boss?”

“Nah,” Flash said coolly as he waved his hand in dismissal, “just a boss in general.” You had to keep yourself from gagging as he continued. “It’s clear to me, everyone really, that you’re not Peter Parker’s biggest fan.”

You let out an amused huff. “Really? You’ve noticed?”

“Neither am I,” Flash said, having ignored your remark. “Which is why I extend an olive branch to you.”

“What does this olive branch entail?” You leaned forward with a quirked brow, eyeing Flash. He had your attention.

“You want to be on A team, as do I. No one can move up with Peter sitting there with his other nerd friends. With the right manner of,” Flash leaned close to whisper, “sabotage, we can both get what we want.”

“Sabotage?” You leaned back in your seat, eyes skirted the features of the weasel before you. What Flash was selling was enticing, but the idea of stooping to his level was wholly unappealing. Or perhaps it was the prospect of playing dirty that appalled you, the risk of actually hurting Peter maybe. You shook your head. “Not interested.”

“Hold on, hold on, you haven’t heard my plan yet,” Flashed raised his hands to calm you, keep you listening. “One of us would befrien-”

“Really, not interested Flash,” you interrupted as you stood up from your seat. “I don’t need to ‘sabotage’ him, I’m better than him.”

“Judging by your stable and steady position on the B team, it seems like you might not be.” Rage, pure, unadulterated rage flooded your body and turned your sight red. You turned to glare at Flash before you stomped out of the coffee shop.

You didn’t need him, you thought as the cool air hit your face once more, don’t need anyone. For you entire life, you had been going it alone so what was something more? You would show Flash and, hopefully, Peter. That leading spot on the A team was going to be yours.

“Y/N, hold on! I’m sorry, but please, listen!” You kept walking and, when he realized he was being ignored, Flash hurried to your side. “If you don’t to sabotage him, can we at least train together? If we’re like really good maybe the city can organize for us to meet Spiderman or even Iron Man! He gave that internship to Parker of all people so maybe-”

“What is it with you and Spiderman?” You countered, hoping to get off the road of this conversation with a well-worn detour.

“I dunno, he’s just….he’s like really cool! Did I ever tell you about the time at Homecoming he took my car?! It was-”

“You told everyone about that,” you grumbled, clearly annoyed. “Why don’t you find someone that doesn’t know that story, yeah?”

You took advantage of his silence and darted quickly down the block. Flash’s strength of talking when no one wanted him to was also his greatest weakness. One that could be easily exploited if you were in need of a getaway. Home was just a few more blocks down.

As you rounded a corner, you nearly ran into a couple walking by. The man’s arm was lazily slung over the woman’s shoulder, who smiled so brightly it was almost like she had been paid to do it. The couple exchanged giggles as you passed by and your heart sank. It had been normal for you to be so painfully focused on the academic side of your life that you had neglected almost every other facet of it. That included romance.

Peter and his ridiculously large brain and his shy little smile took up far too much of your time for you to have even entertained a relationship. Books and trivia apps were your closest friends. Your family was a different story altogether. From the moment Peter Parker walked into your life, everything had changed. You imagined his life had changed too.

As you walked, a shadow fluttered over the length of sidewalk before you. Ever so curious, you looked up to see a man swinging from building to building; Spiderman, specifically. He was hard to miss with the bright red suit and flailing limbs, spindly like his name sake. The powered man looked just as you remembered him from the first time you had seen him. Up close, he had looked more like a boy than man as he safely loaded you and the rest of the team in the elevator inside the Washington Monument on solid ground.

It all felt like a distant memory as the apartment complex you called home came into sight. Everything that last year had felt clean and safe, perfectly juxtaposed to life now. Spiraled out of control, you had once said to your mother. She hadn’t responded and you knew that she wouldn’t. You climbed the steps, as the elevator was out of order, all the way to the eighth story.

By the time you had unlocked the door, your feet ached for respite. As you kicked off your shoes, the sound of them as they hit the floor echoed in through the apartment. There was no carry-over bustle from the streets. The exposed brick bore no life in the form of family portraits. No one was home except for you and your thoughts; as usual.

You woke the next morning at five. Luckily, before you had fallen asleep, you had enough foresight to pack for the Chicago trip. Textbooks to read during the drive, clothes for the three day stay, and your favorite green sweatshirt already thrown over your loose t-shirt. From the last trip, you had learned to wear comfy clothes for long bus drives. The twelve hours from the school to Chicago was the perfect excuse to dress lazily.

From the near-empty fridge, you grabbed snacks and bottled water for the road. Already, the idea of competing with the highest ranked schools in The Windy City made your stomach churn. With the twisting nerves, you decided to skip breakfast. A poor choice, you soon realized as you lugged your bag down the seemingly endless flights of stairs.

By the time five fifty-five rolled around, you were sweaty from the trek from your home to the school. Mr. Harrington looked exhausted but the ever spry young Literature teacher, Ms. Lauren, chattered away to the team as they boarded the small bus.

“Ok kids, I know you’re tired, but put your bags in the back of the bus so we can easily unpack it when we get to the hotel.” You wondered if Ms. Lauren happened to be a morning person or if the large, travel mug of coffee held tight in her hands had anything to do with her wide smile.

Once your bag was stacked with the rest, you settled in a seat towards the front. MJ’s mass of curls popped up in a seat nearby, her sneaker-clad feet hung out in the aisle. Ned and Betty, the blonde sophomore, idly chatted, talking about the last time they had been up so early. Late, as usual, Peter Parker made his way on the bus.

“You’re lucky this wasn’t practice, peebag,” Flash sneered when Peter walked past him. The skinny boy dragged a suitcase behind him, one of the front pockets unzipped showed a type of red workout shirt. Or at least you assumed as much, judging by the look of the material.

“Hi Peter,” Ned greeted loudly, making you crane your neck to glare in their direction. It was much too early for pleasantries.

“Hey, Ned,” Peter said quietly as he added his bag to the pile. He gave Betty a nod of greeting before working his way back to the front of the bus. He stopped beside MJ’s seat, just in front of you. “Can I?”

MJ only glared in response, her legs remained sprawled lengthwise along the seat. Peter sighed and turned to look for any other empty seat. As he did, the rather crabby looking bus driver had slammed the bus door shut. The small bus jolted and Peter gripped the edge of your seat tightly, as he kept from falling.

“Is this seat taken?” Peter asked you, his tried looking brown eyes met your gaze in earnest. You stared back at him, mouth parted as your mind tried to register what was happening. It seemed that Fate was against you once more.

“Sit down kid!” The gravelly voiced of the bus driver reached your ears and pulled you back to the present. Locked eyes tore away from Peter’s as you moved. You scooted down the bus seat until your side was pressed up against the window. Peter said a soft ‘thank you’ but you were much too peeved to reply. You hoped that if you pressed your cheek against the cool surface of the window that the blush that had burned into your skin would fade. No such luck.

However, what it did cool, was your heated thoughts. A dull ache that had plagued you since you had wakened vanished. Finally at some sort of ease, you allowed yourself to close your already hooded eyes. You felt warmth as you drifted off to sleep, a safety you hadn’t had in a long time.

Whether it was the jolt or the sunlight filtering through the slightly grimy bus window that woke you, you were unsure. All you knew was that you were comfortable. Slowly, your eyes opened as you cringed against the rising sun. It couldn’t have been more than a few hours since you had left, but tiredness still seeped into your bones.

It was when the sounds of snickering filled yours ears that you awoke fully. The telltale sound of a phone’s digital camera shutters clicked off and you were thrown into a frenzy of embarrassment as you realized why you were so comfortable in the first place. As if his body had burned you, you pulled your head away from Peter’s shoulder. You narrowly avoided knocking skulls thanks to an alarming quick reaction on Peter’s part.

“What?!” Your shout caused the growing crowd around you and Peter to scurry off.

“Ar-Are you okay?” Peter’s soft brown eyes met yours and held the utmost, disgusting amount of concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine. The bus jus-just jolted,” you grumbled in reply. Peter nodded but you knew that he knew it was a lie. You had never been quite good at lying.

“Oh, o-okay,” Peter murmured before he fumbled with his phone. You rested the side of your face against the window once more and watched other cars race by. Silently you hoped that the movement would keep you awake. Out of the corner of your eye, you observed Peter as he attempted to untangle his earbuds. He gave up halfway through and put the small speakers in his ears. The cover art on his lockscreen read ‘Bastille’ in bold white font. Of course he had good taste in music too, you thought bitterly.

The twelve hour drive dwindled down to it’s final hours, marked but the periodic buzzing of Peter’s phone on his lap. After it went off three times in a row you looked at in annoyance and hoped Peter would take the hint. The notification was a text from MJ with nondescript emojis, including the squirt gun one. Peter didn’t seem to have noticed your glare and happily responded to the messages.

You let out an audible groan at the sight of his smile. The boyish, upwards quirk of his lips was nothing short of adorable and it physically pained you. Not only was Peter Parker smart and seemingly kind, but he was cute too. As well, at least from what you assumed from the messages, taken by one of the smartest girls in school. It simply wasn’t fair.

“Is Pissbag Parker annoying you?” Flash’s voice crept up from the seat behind you and made you jump slightly in your seat. Before you replied, Peter plucked out an earbud.

“Is everything okay?”

“You being too loud? Y/N here doesn’t seem to happy.” Flash’s taunts seemed to frighten Peter as he looked to you.

“N-No I’ve been quiet this whole time,” he stammered. Flash rolled his eyes and opened his mouth with a readied retort. You took the pause and stepped in.

“Peter’s been fine, Flash. A more agreeable bus partner than you are to John.” You gestured over to the skinny, black-haired boy Flash was sat beside. “Why don’t you be quiet?”

“Alright,” Flash said as he sat back down in his seat. You groaned again and turned back, only to have locked eyes with Peter once more.

“What? He was being annoying,” you said, justifying your rudeness.

“Y-yeah, n-no it’s jus-” Peter was cut off by a buzz. His phone lit up in his hand. Another message from MJ. You bit the inside of your cheek to quell the jealousy, but your envy spilled out before you could stop it.

“You better answer that,” you snapped before you settled back against the window. You let out a huff and hoped silently that the next few hours of the drive would go by quickly. It was torture, being sat next to Peter Parker and knowing full well just how more complete he was than you. Or, maybe it was the fact he was complete without you.

What do you think, my friends?? I hope you liked the first installment! I promise this story picks up, it’s a slow burn, like I said!

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Coffee?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Coffee shop!

Author’s Note: I’ve been watching far too much Gilmore Girls recently so here is my 2 cents for a little Luke/Loralei kind of relationship with Bucky. It’s pure fluff and I’m really pleased with it so I hope you like it too! Enjoy! Requests, asks and tag lists are open!- Abby x

Tag List: @l8nit-l0ver, @vikingsandetc

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There was a coffee shop that Bucky liked, where he always went. It was in a quiet corner of Manhattan (not that Steve believed those existed), sat above a comic book store, and it was full of plush deep red sofas. The walls were lined with bookcases and there was a sign that said: “Feel free to borrow!”. There was an armchair in the corner that Bucky had christened his own. It was opposite both the bookcase and the window, snuggled in the dark spot in the corner where no one really wanted to sit. The only thing that ever changed was the occasional painting above his head, when one artist sold and it moved on to another.

The best part was that he was never bothered. Sam loved attention whenever he went to Starbucks to order his over-priced and fancy iced coffee, but Bucky appreciated the quiet. The only girl he spoke to was the one who owned the shop. She was there every day, with freshly homemade pastries that matched whatever she was feeling and a small smile for the man she knew was an Avenger but never let it slip, she just left him to enjoy his coffee in peace.

That day it was raining outside, so the inside of the coffee shop seemed particularly cozy with the rain pattering against the window mixed into the usual sounds of lazy acoustic music. The place was empty but Bucky was still sitting in his usual spot, a copy of Animal Farm in his lap and a blueberry muffin on the table next to him.

“Orwell was always a pain in my ass.” Bucky looked up to see her standing there, a washed out yellow apron on over her jeans. She was holding a mug and her usual jug of coffee. Bucky raised an eyebrow and without asking, she leaned over and refilled his cup. “On the house.” she mumbled when he didn’t reply.

“Thank you.” He replied begrudgingly. And then he carried on talking, surprising himself further. “I actually kind of like this one.”

“Big fan of communism, huh?” She giggled. “Don’t worry I won’t tell the Falcon.” Bucky’s slight smile dropped when she mentioned the Avengers. The one place he thought he was safe. When she realized what she had said her giggle faltered and she panicked. “I mean, I don’t know why he would care! I don’t even really know much about the Avengers? I… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s obviously not okay when you say it like that.” She huffed. “Just please don’t stop coming here. I’ll stop talking to you and all you have to do is sit down and you won’t even have to talk to me you can write your order down or text it to me or something-“

“It’s okay.” Bucky said sternly, looking her right in the eyes. He watched as the concern and panic turned to relief, making him melt just a little with a sympathy he only usually reserved for Steve. He gestured to a chair opposite him and she tentatively sat down, her hands folded on her lap over the apron. “So what’s your issue with Orwell?”

She smiled just a little. “I just find that he’s hugely pretentious.” Bucky laughed and her eyes looked up and she smiled back at him. It was still raining outside but she was suddenly so bright that Bucky thought the weather had changed. It filled him with a sunshine warmth and he almost felt the need to look away, like he was staring at the sun.

“So if you were to recommend me something-“ He began but she didn’t let him finish, abruptly standing up and walking to the bookcase. She pulled out three books and dropped them on the coffee table. “What are these?”

“Books that you would never pick up yourself but I promise that you will enjoy.” She beamed.

“I’ll not be able to finish all of these in one cup of coffee.” He smirked, looking at one that looked like it weighed as much as the mini-fridge in his room.

“Let’s just say it’s my personal guarantee that you will come back to return them.”

“I can take them home?”

“Of course you can.” She smiled.

“What if I steal them?”

“Ah well, there is always that possibility.” She said playfully. “Then I’ll just have to hunt you down to and force you to come back to my coffee shop.”

The bell above the door rang and she made her way over to the counter, smiling and serving the new customer, stealing glances at Bucky as he closed Animal Farm and picked up one of the books she had laid out for him.

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It was a couple of days before he came back. She was starting to get worried that he really had taken her books until he came in. He looked worn and tired but his eyes glinted ever so slightly when he saw her. He went straight over to his usual corner, pulling a cap over his face to hide from any prying eyes. It was unusually busy, but he ordered his coffee and took a seat, waiting until it became quiet again.

She knew how men’s minds work. She didn’t go over to him for anything but coffee. She waited for him and true to what she thought when it got quiet again and she was cleaning the counter, he stood in front of the stack of coffee and walnut cupcakes, placing the book down and grinning like a little kid. When he didn’t say anything, she decided to start.

“So you liked the book?”

“How did you know I would?”

“Just a hunch.” She smiled, taking his cup from him and pouring another. “Everyone likes it, it’s impossible not to.”

Bucky laughed and shook his head. “The things you miss out on, huh.” She paused for a second, watching him then as he went off into his own world. She forgot, when he was sitting in that corner, how different his life had been to hers. “Have you ever read any Tolstoy?”

“Of course.” She smiled softly.

“How about in the original Russian?”

“I’ll admit I’m not quite talented enough for that.” She went around the counter as the final customer left, turning the sign to read CLOSED before taking a seat next to Bucky. “Have you also read Hugo in French?”

Bucky shook his head, twiddling his thumbs in his lap. There was a pause before he asked. “Can I recommend you a book?”

“Always.” She grinned. He reached behind him and pulled out a beautiful book, leather bound and pages edged with gold. “Wow.” She breathed.

“I’ll pick it up when you’re done.” There was a ringing coming from his phone and he sighed. “Looks like I’ve got to go.” He got up and she grabbed him a cupcake, placing it in a box and handing it to him as he headed out the door.

When she was left alone, she took her place lying on one of the sofas and pulling the book in closer to her. It was the most beautiful book she had ever seen. As she opened it, a small flap of paper fell out. On it was Bucky’s spiky handwriting, a note that read:

Thanks for all the coffee. Maybe I could actually buy you a cup sometime? James Barnes

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It was weeks before she saw him again. She was starting to get worried, missing his presence in the café. Someone else had started to sit in his seat and it broke her heart. He’d left her that note in that beautiful book and yet since she had heard nothing. It had reached such a point of desperation that she had taken to watching the news, seeing if there was an issue that the Avengers were dealing with, some kind of reason that he hadn’t come back.

It was as she was closing up and everyone had left that he finally came back. It was late and she had just turned the sign which meant she was eating one of the leftover cherry and almond cupcakes of the day as the bell over the door rang.

She turned around, ready to tell whoever it was that the place was closed and that they could go around the corner but then she saw him. He looked rough, really rough. The dark circles under his eyes made his face look hollow and his hair didn’t look like it had been brushed since she had last seen him.

She was unsure as to what to do, so she stayed put, waiting for him. He walked towards her, slowly and cautiously before asking her in a tired voice, “Are you sure you haven’t got one last cup of coffee for me today?”

And it melted her. It didn’t matter how exhausted he looked, he was Bucky and she’d grown fond of him over the time he’d spent in her little coffee shop. She made her way around the counter and reached for the biggest cup she could find, filling it to the brim with a fresh batch of his usual. He wrapped his hands around the cup and drank it all down almost in one, already looking much better.

“Am I allowed to ask where you’ve been to look like that?” She asked, a slight edge of cautious teasing in her voice.

“Probably not.” He chuckled. “It’s not particularly exciting anyway, I promise.”

She paused a little before replying, sensing a need to change the subject as Bucky’s eyes clouded over. “Hey, remember that couple who was in here last time arguing?”

“The blonde guy?”

“Yes!” She grinned. “Well, they broke up and he bought his new girlfriend in here the other day and she looks weirdly like the other one.”

“You’re sure it wasn’t the same girl?”

“I’m telling you, Bucky, it was a different girl but weirdly similar to the other one.” She was laughing now and the entire cafe seemed to be filled with the sound. But then it stopped, and she remembered the note. “Hey, I read the book you gave me.”

“Did you like it?” He asked, watching her as she went to go and grab it from the locked cabinet underneath the counter with the cookies.

“I really, really did.” She looked into his eyes knowingly, waiting for the response.

“You can keep it if you want.”

“Oh.” She said, a little disappointed he didn’t seem to remember.

“You don’t have to keep it.” He said, confused.

“Oh no it’s lovely, I’d love to.” She shook her head a little and smiled warmly. He continued to ask her questions about the book and she answered half-heartedly but without remembering anything she had said. All that whirled around her brain was that note, signed James Barnes that she had seemed to have dreamt of.

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Things went back to normal again, Buck would come in. She would give him his coffee and his cake. She would recommend him a book or maybe a movie or a TV show and sometimes he would tell her about a book to read or about what he thought about the thing she had told him about. It was mundane, it was easy and it was regular. It carried on like this for weeks, a myriad of moments which all looked the same, the only difference being the weather in the window behind Bucky’s usual chair. No one bought up the note, and there was no awkwardness.

Eventually, Spring came around, and it was time for a new beginning. That day she swore she would talk to him. That note had been carried around in her pocket and finally, as the sun shone through and the blossom ruffled gently in the winds, she felt a new determination.

Until he walked through the door, with someone else.

“That’s Captain America.” she said under her breath, turning away before Bucky could see her astonishment. She felt a blush rush up to her neck. Sure, Bucky was an avenger but she had grown so used to him being around that often she would forget most of the time. But Steve Rogers, Captain America, he was different. He was the one that the girls would swoon over because he’s a gentleman and he went to visit all the children’s hospitals. She felt herself involuntarily giggle as Bucky and Steve made their way over to a table. A few eyes followed them, but none were as intent as hers.

“This seat isn’t as comfortable as my usual one.” Bucky moaned, making Steve roll his eyes. “The sun is in my eyes.”

“You need caffeine and food or you’re going to try and murder another president.” Steve chuckled, turning around and looking for her.

Bucky sighed. “Not as funny as you think you are.”

“Oh I’m sure he is, you just have no sense of humor.” She declared, appearing next to the pair with a sly grin on her face. Steve laughed and Bucky scowled. She leaned over to place cups down and pour the pair coffee, feeling a secret sense of accomplishment in making him laugh and to see Bucky disgruntled. After all the waiting he had put her through, she decided he deserved it.

“I can see why Bucky likes it here so much.” Steve smiled softly at her.

“Because he gets teased mercilessly?”

“I never actually said-“ Bucky tried to interrupt the pair but they maintained eye contact and ignored him almost completely.

“Actually,” Steve grinned an award-winning grin (literally, a woman’s magazine had him on the cover) and said, “I think it’s the pretty and witty owner.”

She felt the blush crawl up her neck, making her uncomfortably hot, “That rhymed.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bucky’s eyes were dark but he was trying to play light, “Steve’s a poet and he didn’t even know it, now if you want his number I can give it to you, or he can give it to you himself I don’t care but can I please get a slice of today’s cake?”

She laughed. “Coming up.”

She turned her back and Bucky sighed again. Steve watched him, the way his brow was furrowed as he watched her walk away. He was pouting, just a little, and he definitely didn’t realize it otherwise it would never be on show. He was pining, for the first time Steve could remember, Bucky was pining over a girl. Back in the 40s, it was always Steve pining and Bucky getting the girls but now he was scared. Steve felt almost bad for him, realizing that it must be the first time this had ever happened to him and that he must really like her.

Steve could see the appeal, he hadn’t been lying when he called her pretty. She was in a dress that day, and even the apron over the top couldn’t hide how lovely it looked. Her hair was kept out of her face, meaning he could watch her face light up with each new customer. Yeah, Bucky had picked one hell of a girl and yet he wasn’t doing a darn thing about it.

And Steve could tell she really liked him too. She stole glances in his direction at every opportunity she got and when she bought the ginger and orange cake over, Bucky’s piece was twice as large as everyone else’s. But she had flirted with Steve, just a little but enough to make Bucky notice, to make him jealous.

“So are you gonna give her my number or should I do it?” Steve asked him. Bucky’s eyes darted up from his lap to meet Steve’s, searching them for something.

“You can do it yourself, she’s only over there.” He mumbled.

Steve raised his brows and smirked, getting up and sauntering dramatically over to the counter, knowing that Bucky’s eyes were glued to his back. If making Bucky jealous was the only way to get some sort of action from him, then so be it. She was talking to another customer but her eyes wandered over to him whilst she was still talking, her eyebrows furrowing with a questioning look in her eyes.

“You guys need something?” She asked.

“I just thought, maybe I could give you my phone number and we could go out for dinner one night?” Steve batted his eyelids and she laughed a little.

“Sure.” She gave him her phone to type the numbers in, dropping him a text with her name so he had. His phone pinged on the table where Bucky was sitting, earning him an extra scowl as Steve made his way back over.

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She was standing in the entrance way of the Avengers compound when Bucky found her. It was weird to see her outside of her place and he could tell that she was far out of her comfort zone. Her arms were wrapped around herself, as she watched all the empty space. To her, the compound was a spaceship with all of Tony and Bruce’s tech all over the place. All the books lived in tablets and the coffee came from a Nespresso machine. That out of place feeling Bucky knew better than anyone else. When he had first gotten there he was lonelier than he thought he could be. Weirdly, he found something more in that coffee shop, the one stuck in time and full of knick-knacks and comfy chairs and books on books on books. Even alone he felt more comfortable there.

She hadn’t heard him, or seen him there. It was late and he could tell that she had just gotten back from her date with Steve. She was in a pretty green dress, and it was weird for Bucky not to see an apron covering it. She wasn’t wearing heels, which made Bucky smile. Every girl Sam bought home wore heels and he hated it. Steve never bought a girl home, and yet here she was. The realization hit Bucky in the chest, almost winding him.

“Bucky?” She asked, bringing him out of his trance. Her face broke into a smile to see him and he matched it. Her shoulders relaxed as he made his way over to her.

“You know you don’t have to stand in one spot for the whole night.” He quipped, going to the kitchen and opening the fridge, casting a low blue-white glow over him.

“Steve went upstairs to get something-“

“Oh, right.”

“Yeah.” She paused.

“Do you want some water or something?” Bucky asked. She nodded and went to take a seat at the breakfast bar. Bucky could see her more clearly. She was wearing makeup and her hair was put into place by hairspray and pins rather than a scrunchie or 3 pencils. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the quickening of the beating in his chest. “So how’d the date go?”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “It-it was fine. We talked and ate pizza.” She waited for him to respond un-successfully. “We talked about you.”

Bucky’s head whipped around. “About me?”

“A lot, actually. Turns out that most of what Steve and I have in common revolves around you.” A small smile played on her lips. “I actually feel kind of bad, I spent most of the night asking about you.”

Bucky chuckled and she watched him. He was in sweatpants and his hair was up in a bun. In the darkness he was different. It was weird and somehow it was like she saw more of him. He wasn’t as guarded in this light.

“You have more in common than you’d think,” Bucky told her. “You both love to read.”

“Do you give Steve books with notes in them too?” She asked. Those two glasses of wine seemed to have given her more courage than she had thought. Bucky froze, his jaw clenching before he shook his head.

“Why did you bring that up?”

“Why didn’t you, James?”

He sighed. “It was a mistake.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“Not like that.” He laughed. “You’re too nice. You belong with someone like Steve.”

“But I actually like you Bucky.”

His mouth opened just a little, leaning over the breakfast bar and meeting her eyes. “You do?”

“Of course I do. I was devastated when you didn’t bring it up again. I figured you’d been on a mission and you had forgotten and I just kind of came to terms with that but yeah, I really like you! No one else gets that much cake.”

Her hands were fidgeting on the counter with nerves. Bucky put his over them, calming her and making her blush. His metal one was cool but the other one was warm. It was kind of nice.

“I’m sorry I never bought it up again. I thought as you never did that you weren’t interested.”

She shook her head and silence fell on them again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, it was soft and warm like a blanket over the room. Bucky’s thumb started to graze her hands in a comforting way and the way she was looking at him with total admiration in her eyes… It was all he could do not to kiss her.

“Hey.” Steve came into the kitchen. The pair jumped apart, Bucky retreating back to the fridge whilst she picked up her purse and started rifling through. Steve stopped dead, still dressed in his date outfit of a button down shirt and dress pants, his eyes flitting between them and a smirk appearing. Neither of them would look at him, making it all the more amusing. “Am I interrupting?”

“No!” They both said loudly and abruptly, almost in unison.

Steve laughed. “Did you have a chance to talk?”

“We have nothing to talk about.” Bucky shrugged.

“Nothing apart from your obvious feelings for one another.” Steve laughed as both she and Bucky looked at him with wide eyes and open mouths, unable to say anything. Bucky’s mouth moved up and down like a fish but no none came out. “I’m sorry Buck, I had to take her out to make you jealous, it was the only way you were gonna do anything about it.”

“Harsh but true.” She agreed. Bucky threw her a dirty look as Steve continued.

“I’ve already booked you a table for tomorrow night, by the way, no need to thank me.”

“Steve!” Bucky snapped.

“I said no thanks, but really, you’re welcome.” He laughed. “Now I’m going to bed but I hear there’s a great little coffee shop in Manhattan that sometimes is open late. It’s just above a comic book store, maybe you should go and check it out.”

“Very funny.” She said but she gave Steve a quick hug before he left, whispering, “Thank you” in his ear and earning herself a wink.

And then they were alone in the kitchen once again.

“Did you want to go grab a coffee?” Bucky asked her nervously, his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the floor. “I can go throw on some jeans? There’s a nice place just around the corner from here that’s open 24 hours.”

She nodded, taking the warm hand he offered her.

“Wait!” She said, making him stop suddenly. She took a deep breath and leaned in kissing him gently. It was nervous and sweet and Bucky couldn’t even seem to finish the kiss properly from smiling. “Sorry I’ve waited months for that I just-“

And then he was kissing her again, more deeply and wonderfully, lifting her up and sweeping her up off of her feet.

“You know we have coffee here? And Tony has a private cinema?” He mumbled up against her lips.

“Popcorn?”

“There’s some in Sam’s cupboard.” He said.

“Perfect.” She smiled, her forehead meeting his and feeling truly, utterly and perfectly content with the man whose arms she was wrapped up in.

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babystayyxo · 5 years

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Forever (MinSung Oneshot)

Pairing: Lee Minho x Han Jisung (Stray Kids). Genre: Fluff (So much cheesE and overflowing emotions, prePARE YOUR TISSUES) Length: 1751 Words

Song Inspo: Fly - Gnarly Gibbs (I would recommend listening to this while reading :3)

Sometimes Minho has to blink a few times, just to make sure he‘s not dreaming, when Jisung is there right by his side. Han Jisung - His strength, his little ball of sunshine, the light of his life. It‘s been three years already since Minho confessed to the smaller male but he won‘t ever forget the look in Jisung‘s sparkling eyes when he did, nor the cute cheeks he loves so much turning dark red and his favorite pair of lips slightly quivering before he caught them into a kiss soon after. Minho wouldn‘t describe his past as perfect, not at all, life has never been particularly generous with him, burdening him with things he couldn‘t control. But absolutely everything changed when Jisung entered his life like a literal wrecking ball, flipping everything upside down as the floofy haired whirlwind of a person he is, before he slowly but surely built everything up again, gifting Minho with a version of life the elder never thought of could exist.

And here they are now, sitting on the bench in their favorite park, the park where they first met four years ago - where Jisung stumbled into him and spilled coffee all over Minho’s white dress shirt. The smaller male had apologized over and over again, blushing furiously from embarrassment, but Minho had been lost for words, starstruck by the beauty in front of him. He had assured Jisung, who seemed in a hurry, that everything was fine, and the boy had scrambled off to where ever he was heading. Minho still remembers looking after him, not even bothering with the huge coffee stain on his shirt and his mind blank, the only thought being that he wished to see him again. He was realistic though, Seoul is a big city, the chances of running into him again were as close to zero. But fate finally seemed to have something in mind for him because a few weeks later while Minho took his casual stroll through the park to clear his mind, he saw him again.

Jisung was standing in the middle of a small bridge, leaning against the railing and seemingly enjoying the view of the small river passing by. He had looked so small, wrapped up into the thick jacket that protected him from the early autumn breeze, Minho just wanted to hug him and never let him go. Sometimes he wonders what his life would be like now, if he hadn‘t walked up to Jisung right then and there, leaning against the railing besides him and making the smaller jump in surprisement.

“This time you won‘t spill coffee over me right?“, Minho had asked and Jisung laughed - That wonderful special Jisung laugh that would become Minho‘s ray of sun over the next few years. They exchanged numbers after they took a long walk together and had kept in contact since then. It didn‘t take long until they had tested the waters enough to realize that there is something way bigger than friendship existing between them, the steady blushing and secret stares becoming way too obvious. When Minho had first kissed the younger in his art studio, where Jisung still spends most of his time, the world around them stopped moving. The only thing he felt were Jisung‘s soft lips pressed against his, taking all his worries away in a heartbeat. In the moment they finally parted and the younger‘s beautiful eyes gazed up at him through long lashes, the most stunning smile spreading on his face, Minho had promised to never let this man go. And he still doesn‘t plan on doing so.

He gulps nervously, one of his hands linked with Jisung‘s, while the other one is shoved deep down one of the big pockets of his jacket, nervously fumbling with a little box. A box that contains the potential promise to have Jisung by his side forever. Minho thought about this a lot. They are both only in their mid twenties and many would say four years of knowing each other isn‘t enough to know that you want to spend the rest of your life with someone. But every time Minho looks at Jisung, he feels his insides getting all giddy - feels like the luckiest man on earth when Jisung smiles at him and explains something to him that he‘s really excited about. Jisung makes him happy - happier than Minho has ever been in his entire life. The younger showed him that there is so much more to life than Minho has ever known and he loves him with his entire heart and soul. He wants to build a life with this man, travel the world and grow old with him. Minho never ever wants to leave Jisung‘s side ever again.

That‘s why he, after going through all those things in his head again, finally gathers the courage to let go of Jisungs hand and stands up from the bench. It is placed in a not much visited area of the park, tree branches calmly swinging above their heads, moved by the chilly breeze, and a wide meadow spreading in front of them. The sun is slowly sinking in the clear sky, just a few hours away from flooding the park with peachy and rosy colors before disappearing. Minho takes a deep breath before he turns around, seeing his boyfriend looking up at him confused. The elder smiles when he sees that Jisung‘s nose is red again, something that always happens when the younger is even slightly exposed to the cold. But for once Minho decides not to comment on it. Instead he steps closer and takes Jisung‘s slender hands into his. The younger seems to know something is bothering him in some way because he‘s frowning in that adorable way of his and squeezing his boyfriend’s hands slightly. “Is something wrong?“ Minho smiles at him a little lopsided. “I for sure hope it‘s not.“ Jisung seems to be completely in confusion now but before he can say anything further, Minho takes one last deep breath and gets down onto one knee. The moment Jisung finally understands where this is heading is something Minho will never forget. His face is suddenly lighting up, his lips part in shock and his puppy eyes widen, not believing what they are witnessing. “Oh my god Minho...“, he whispers and Minho just smiles at him, squeezing his hands in return now to calm him. “Han Jisung“, he starts, not able to control the slight shakiness in his voice, “I know this is probably very unexpected and many people would yell at me that it‘s way too early...“ Jisung is still looking at him and Minho can already see a few tears gathering in his eyes. “...But I know that there is no one else in this world that could ever make me as happy as you do Jisung. I know it sounds cheesy, but when you came into my life four years ago, it felt like I finally was able to see the light after living in the dark for so so long. Sometimes I pinch myself, because I‘m afraid that this is just a dream and when I get unfocused I will wake up.“ The first tears are escaping Jisung‘s beautiful eyes now, rolling down his rosy cheeks, and Minho can feel himself not being too far away from choking up too. “I love you...so much, god I didn‘t even know it is possible to love someone this much. I know that I always want to stay by your side, Jisung, you have my heart. You stole it back then when you spilled that coffee all over my shirt.“ They both let out a choked laugh at that and Minho can’t help but also let the tears roll down his face now. Because he can already see the final answer in Jisung’s eyes. The answer that he wants to hear more than he ever wanted anything in his life.

“And you know, it‘s okay if you never give it back. I know you will take good care of it. Now...before this turns into something even more cheesy than it already is...“ Minho gently lets go of Jisung‘s shaking hands and searches for the little box in his pocket. When he pulls it out, Jisung‘s hands fly up to his face, covering his mouth in shock. Minho thinks he has never seen anything more adorable. Then he carefully opens the little box, revealing an elegant ring shimmering in a soft rosé, one of Jisung‘s favorite colors, the custom designed band adorned by a beautiful silvery diamond on top. Looking up at his stunned love, Minho finally says the words that have been flying around in his head for so long now. “Han Jisung, would you do me the honor of becoming my husband?“ Jisung starts nodding frantically before he can even finish the sentence. “Yes, yes, yes, of course I do.“, Jisung chokes out and the smile on his tears stained face only gets wider when Minho takes his shaking right hand and slowly slides the beautiful ring onto his ring finger. It fits perfectly- of course it does. There‘s no fact about Jisung that Minho couldn‘t tell you on the spot. Then they both stand up together, full on sobbing now and the kiss they share soon after, arms wrapped around each other, is full of tears and it’s messy, but it‘s absolutely perfect nonetheless. They stay like that for quite a while, taking in and appreciating every single part of their opposite and relishing in this unforgettable moment. When the sun finally sets, gifting them with the romantic atmosphere this deserves, they slowly lean forward, letting their foreheads touch gently. “Oh my god, I still can‘t believe you really said yes...“, Minho whispers, as if afraid to destroy the precious moment. Jisung giggles and Minho feels his heart beating so fast, he‘s afraid it will burst out of his chest soon. “I still can‘t believe you really asked me.“, Jisung then whispers back and catches Minho‘s lips into a deep kiss. There is no happier and luckier man than Minho in the entire world (well maybe except Jisung) and he knows that for a fact. They just stand there for a long while, I love you’s steadily falling from their lips, and watch the sun slowly set, marking this day as one of the most precious ones ever - one of the many many ones that are waiting for them.

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the-rebel-archivist · 4 years

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OC Interview: Raynda Lavellan

NAME ➔

Raynda Lavellan. Or, rather, Rutherford, but you don’t have to use that, it’s still pretty weird to me too. It’s sort of like giving up part of your identity, right? But it’s also so comfy and homey.

[‘Raynda’ doesn’t seem like a traditional Dalish name, is there a story behind that?]

No.

ARE YOU SINGLE ➔

No, quite the opposite, as one might gather from the whole name thing.

ARE YOU HAPPY ➔

[She smiles and turns away before answering]

Ridiculously, stupidly happy. For such a long time after I… lost… my arm, I wasn’t.

[She traces the pattern engraved on the metal arm on her left without looking down]

It’s easier when you have someone looking out for you.

ARE YOU ANGRY ➔

I mean, I try not to be. It’s a remarkably unpleasant emotion and I’ve had enough of it. So many people in my clan were fueled by it; even I was to a large extent. I still have a short temper.

Sometimes I get angry when I think of former friends who turned out to be different from what I thought they were. Ultimately I think that people see themselves as good and try to do what they think is right, it’s just that that can conflict with what someone else thinks is good, so it’s important to look from their perspective before blowing up in anger. I don’t really know if I even believe in an objective good, you know? Sorry, I’m a little off topic.

ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED ➔

Yes.

[She has an impassive look on her face, interrupted by amused flashes of what looks like her thinking about whether or not to say what’s on her mind.]

They’re also dead, so there’s that. But they died married, so I’m not a bastard, which is cool.

EIGHT FACTS BIRTHPLACE ➔

Somewhere in the Free Marches, I’m not really sure where seeing as I wasn’t in a state to remember the location at the time. We moved around a lot. I know we’d recently moved away from Wycome, where my father had disappeared, but I don’t know where the clan went.

HAIR COLOR ➔

You seem to have a working pair of eyes - they’re a nice colour, by the way - so you tell me. And don’t give me any of that ‘ginger’ or ‘’auburn’ bullshit, it’s just straight up red.

EYE COLOR ➔

Alright, I’ll give you this one, because people tell me that they change depending on whether I’m inside or outside. When I see them they’re blue, but I’ve heard green a lot as well. Because Cullen is fancy he sometimes goes with ‘aquamarine’ or ‘sea green,’ but I’m not particularly pretentious so I usually say ‘greeney-blue.’

BIRTHDAY ➔

Sometime in Drakonis, I don’t know the exact date. I’ve always liked it because it happens right when the snow is melting and spring is in the air and the birds are flying back after winter. When I first started celebrating birthdays I picked the 15th because it’s smack dab in the middle of the month.

MOOD ➔

My mood right now or generally? Right now I’m really pretty neutral. Generally I’m… also pretty neutral.

GENDER ➔

Well this should be self-evident, or are you trying to insult me? Don’t… don’t mind me, I’m just going to be in the corner weeping.

I’m a girl.

[She laughs]

SUMMER OR WINTER ➔

Oh that’s a tough one! They really do both have so much to recommend them. I think I have to go with winter, even though I do so love the sun in the summer, since winter means curling up in blankets and drinking hot tea in front of a fire. For some reason Cullen never joins me in the blanket, but oh well, his loss, more blanket for me, and he seems content enough in the freezing cold wasteland that is the blanketless living room.

MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➔

Morning, easily. The sun is just coming up and it’s lovely. Plus you feel like the day is so much longer! EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ARE YOU IN LOVE ➔

Very much so.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT ➔

You know, I do. Although I’m not entirely certain that it was love at first sight as much as attraction at first sight. Helps when the person you’re falling for is easy on the eyes. Love at first speak, maybe? We had a great conversation about bows and it was the most engaging and delightful conversation of my life.

WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP ➔

I’d rather not discuss it, but me.

HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART ➔

This isn’t really a line of questioning I’d like to pursue. Probably a lot of people’s, probably not all romantically.

ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS ➔

Of the concept, no, but I haven’t really been in any place long enough to get committed. Not even to an asylum, though Creators know sometimes I think I belong there.

HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➔

So many people. What can I say, I’m a hugger. Do you want a list? Because I can’t remember a list. If there’s a person around I’ve interacted with I’ve probably also given them a hug. Do you need a hug? You sort of look like you do.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER ➔

When I was about fourteen, someone kept leaving me these really ridiculous love notes in my quiver. I still don’t know where they were from, I used to find them and laugh about them with Tam. They were the dumbest things, stuff like we can run off together, your eyes shine brighter than veilfire in the dark… He always said that we had to burn them after, I didn’t quite understand why.

It was Tam, wasn’t it.

Damn.

Well, now I feel bad.

HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➔

How about we change the subject? SIX CHOICES LOVE OR LUST ➔

Why not both? If they must be separate, then love, but the best love has some lust mixed in there.

LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➔

Tea is hot, isn’t it? I like hot tea, though I’m not sure about how it would be cold. I should try it! So, uh, lemonade I guess.

CATS OR DOGS ➔

I like them both! Cats have a special place in my heart though, the way they’re social but on their own terms. They seem solitary, but can be so good at keeping one company.

A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➔

A few best friends. I’d rather have a smaller number of real relationships with people who actually care about me.

WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➔

Night in, hands down. Although I do enjoy a good party, especially one that isn’t too crazy so that I can hear the people around me speaking.

DAY OR NIGHT ➔

I like them both - I mean, have you looked at the starry sky at night? Gorgeous. It’s so sparkly. But the sun is warm and bright, like a hug from the universe, so day. That’s my final answer. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➔

Oh, fuck yes, do you know how hard it is to sneak out of an aravel? Pretty freaking hard.

There was this one time at the last arlathvhen I went to when I went to meet a boy in the woods and… well, maybe I shouldn’t tell this story. It was a pretty good time until the rabbits.

Tam’s mom was so mad. She wanted to make me sleep outside, but, well, that wasn’t much of a punishment so for the rest of the arlathvhen I had to sleep closest to the wall. It was hot.

[She laughs and looks down]

Good times.

FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➔

It’s really embarrassing, but both, more times than I can count. It got so bad that Cullen insisted we find a house with only one floor. I had a permanent bruise on my shin from falling up the stairs at Skyhold. What, they were an awkward length and I kept trying to go up two at a time! Think of all the valuable seconds I saved. When I didn’t trip like an idiot.

WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➔

I don’t know, can you get me my arm back? Haha, I’m just kidding. Or am I.

WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ➔

Wouldn’t you want to if everyone kept asking you what to do and you had no sodding idea what the best path was? FOUR PREFERENCES SMILE OR EYES ➔

Smile. A smile brightens up someone’s whole face. It’s also so much fun to make someone who doesn’t smile much burst out laughing, it’s like a ray of sunshine.

SHORTER OR TALLER ➔

I like people to be taller than me, with at least a good five inches of clearance, but honestly it doesn’t matter much. If I truly care about someone height isn’t important.

INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➔

Oh, intelligence. I can appreciate a pretty man well enough and they’re good for some things, but for anything deeper I need someone who can make me think, you know?

HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➔

Relationship. I’ve done the hook-up thing enough and it only leaves you lonely. Plus you can work on really tailoring your in-bed experience to your preferences in a relationship, constantly iterating on concepts and what not. Lots of iteration. Yup. FAMILY DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➔

I assume you mean my clan, not my dead parents, but either way the answer is no. Cullen’s family is great though, they’ve really adopted me. They’re so… warm. I thought it was normal for families to be distant. But Mia’s more of a hugger than I am!

WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➔

Maybe once I would have.

HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➔

Slept in the forest, yes, but I wouldn’t have run away. When you only have familiarity with one small group it’s hard to break out of that. Like, money - what do you do when you know how to barter but barely know the value of a coin?

HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➔

Let’s just say learning the value of a coin was the easiest part of a pretty rude awakening. FRIENDS

DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➔

Absolutely not, if I hated someone I wouldn’t be friends with them. Sometimes people can get on my nerves, I’ll admit.

DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➔

Yeah, I really do.

WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➔

Definitely Dorian, he’s persistent and won’t let me not be his friend. He makes me laugh so hard, and my fashion sense has really gotten an upgrade from being around him. Sometimes I look in the mirror at an outfit and just think, ‘Thanks, Dorian.”

Also did I say he’s funny? He’s uproariously funny.

Sometimes I want to twist his moustache just to annoy him. I do it, but I want to too. He hates it. But I think he also secretly loves it.

On a more serious note, he has a unique perspective and I’m pretty sure he’s the smartest person I know. He probably should treat me like an idiot in comparison, but he doesn’t.

WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➔

Cullen. If there’s anything he doesn’t know about me it’s because I’ve forgotten about it or it’s just never come up, but he knows me like nobody else does.

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