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allthingskakashi · 4 years

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Hi! Coul a request a scenario that involves Sukea please? Like the reader has a crush on Kakashi and he finds out because her friends tease her in front of sukea and then Kakashi asks her on a date idk if I’m making a point, or can just do anything you wish that involves him pleasee? Thank you ♥️

Okay first of all, that's a really innovative idea!! I loved it. Secondly, I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this but ahh well here it is now and i really hope you like it ❤️

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[Kakashi x Reader] || 3k words

a/n : ugh tbh I've been running a little low on creativity lately which is why i hadn't posted anything for like a week but i also didn't wanna go without writing anything so well... I tried. 😩

You sit in the small dumpling restaurant with your friends Kurenai and Anko. Beyond you, the falling dusk envelopes your village in mystical hues of blue and red. It’s Friday, which means the weekend has rolled in after a long and tiresome week. The thought of being off duty for the next two days lifts your spirits, and you look forward to spending the time relaxing at home in your own company.

The evening is busy, streets bustling, vibrant with the hustle of villagers; some heading for a night out with friends, some returning home to spend time with family, some getting ready to go out on a date, everyone looking like they have somewhere to be, something to do.

You sigh, shoving a dumpling in your mouth.

“Why the long face?”, Anko asks between chomps.

“It’s nothing” you shrug, your tone failing to fool anyone.

There’s a soft creak as the gate to the shop opens behind you, a small gust of air whooshing in from outside. The merry chatter in the room comes to a sudden halt, to be replaced by sounds of hushed murmurs and whispers. You glance at the group of women sitting in the table ahead of you, staring at something with mouths open wide in awe. Ahead of you, Anko’s eyebrows are furrowed, a curious smile touching the corner of her lip.

You turn behind, wanting to catch a glimpse of whatever it is that has managed to elicit such a response from the entire room.

Your eyes fall upon a handsome young man, who has just now walked into the restaurant and taken a seat behind you. You feel your heart skip a beat. He’s easily one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. A mop of thick brown hair adorns his head, a tint of purple on his eyelids and stripes of the same colour running across both cheeks. His face is sharp with an angled jawline and he has on a long trench coat with a scarf around his neck. He’s also holding a camera, you notice.

Probably an outsider.

A waitress walks over to him, standing by him and twirling a curl of hair, visibly enchanted by his charms.

Someone thumps the front of your table, startling you. “Jeez y/n, get a grip!” Anko’s voice brings your attention back to your friends as you finally tear your eyes away from the mysterious man in the table behind you.

“What? I wasn’t checking him out” you sputter, unnerved.

“We didn’t say you were”, Kurenai chimes in.

You feel your face getting hot as red tinges your cheeks and you look away, avoiding your friends’ eyes.

“Hey, why don’t you go talk to him? Maybe ask him out?” Kurenai says, her eyes lighting up.

You open your mouth to say something, but Anko cuts in.

“Because she’d rather sit around pining for Kakashi and doodling his name on her diary. How long has it been now? 7 years?”

Kurenai giggles, but puts a comforting arm around your shoulder.

“Alright now, go easy on her”, she says kindly. “But she’s got a point y/n. You and Kakashi have known each other for a long time. You’ve kept your feelings to yourself for years now, I really think it’s time you go out and do something about it. Who knows, maybe he feels the same way about you. Why don’t you give it a shot?”

You let out another sigh and look at your lap. “I just don’t think it’s the right time yet.”

But that was a lie. You’d had feelings for Kakashi ever since you were a teenager. You had always been friends, but you wanted more. You loved being in his company and you had a lot of mutual respect and admiration for each other. But you could never bring yourself to just say the words to Kakashi. There were times when you almost blurted it out, and times when you felt like maybe he felt the same way about you too… but they may have been delusions, for all you knew. You didn’t know anything for certain. And that’s what stopped you from gathering up the courage to say it to him. You told yourself and your friends who knew that you would someday, when the time is right, but it was all a big fat lie. You were scared, and that was the truth, as much as you hated to admit it.

You watch Anko roll her eyes as Kurenai exhales, tilting her head.

“Y/n…It’ll never be the right time. Just do it. You’ve taken down S-rank criminals, you can handle this. Trust me, even the copy ninja can’t resist THAT” Kurenai cheers, grazing her eyes up and down over you with a suggestive smile, her voice encouraging. You chuckle, waving your hand dismissively in embarrassment.

“Look”, Anko interjects in her matter-of-fact voice. “Kakashi’s a wuss. If you wanna get it on with him, you gotta make the move. He’s even worse than you so pussy up and ask him. If I have to hear another of your lovelorn sighs one more time, I’ll go tell him myself.” She says, shoving her last dumpling in her mouth and gulping down a glass of water.

You’d been friends with Anko long enough to know not to put it past her. Besides, they were right. It HAD been very long. Perhaps you really did need to pussy up.

Ughhhhh. Why couldn’t this be easier?

“Anyway, I’m gonna go hit the bar. Any of you suckers wanna join me?” Anko asks, getting up from her chair.

“I can’t. I invited my team over for dinner tonight so I’ll get going.”, Kurenai says, collecting her purse and getting ready to leave as well.

“It’s okay, you guys go. I’ve got some things to do” you say, waving them off.

You watch your friends go out the exit and disappear along the curve of the street. Truth is, you kind of want to be alone, maybe take a walk around the village, gather your thoughts. This conversation with your friends today stirred something in you and you need time to think. You’d let things go on as they were for very long now, but it was time you took matters in your own hands.

Putting the bill down on the table, you head towards the door. Your eyes fall where the man was sitting but the seat is empty now, and you catch him ahead of you, just a few steps away, also heading towards the door. You stand close behind him, clutching your purse to your rib as he opens the door. His elbow juts out, knocking the bag out of your hand as it falls to the ground.

For a quick second you think it’s a thief and you’re almost about to strike a blow but the man crouches down quickly with an “I’m so sorry”, picking your purse up and holding it out to you.

Up close this way, you can see his eyes. There’s something familiar about them but you can’t put your finger on what it is. “Thanks” you mutter, taking the purse from him, your mind still trying to comprehend why this man you’ve never seen before feels so familiar.

“Are you a tourist? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before”, you ask, concealing the suspicion in your tone.

Your village is a small one and almost every face is familiar. Having a visitor in the village is quite unheard of and your instincts tell you that something feels off.

He clears his throat before answering. “Hi, I’m Sukea. I’m a reporter from the Land of Fire. I’m here to conduct research for an article” the man replies, almost in an automated tone but with a smile that immediately softens his features. He’s got a mole under his bottom lip, you notice.

Gosh, that’s a pretty face.

Before you have the chance to say anything else or ask more questions, he mumbles that he’s getting late for something and turns away, hurrying down the street.

You stand there, watching him go.

Weird.

But you’ve got other things to think about now, decisions to make, so you shake the thoughts of this mystery man off your head, although you can’t help mulling over why he felt so eerily familiar.

You walk down your usual route in the quieter part of the village. Walks always somehow help you clear your mind. The air has cooled down now and there’s a slight chill in the air. A sweet smell of flowers wafts through. You lose track of time walking around the entire village, over the cliff, through the forests, by the stream which shimmers under the moonlight.

It’s almost ten by the time you reach home and the walk makes your calves ache. Probably wasn’t such a good idea to go on such a long walk after injuring yourself on your last mission.

You freshen up and throw yourself down on your bed, glad for the two days of rest that awaits you.

Pulling the blanket over your head, you turn to your side and close your eyes. Kakashi’s face appears almost instantly, the images playing a montage in your head.

His smile that makes buds bloom into flowers… his laughter so pure like a young boy’s…his silver hair which sparkles in the sun, making you want to run your fingers through it… the warmth of his voice when he talks to you-- and suddenly something goes off in your brain. Like a flame igniting. Or rather, a long burning flame finally receiving emancipation. There’s a jolt through your veins and you think—Tomorrow. I’ll tell him tomorrow.

And before you have time to process the sudden thought, languor takes over your body, lulling you to sleep.

You’re up early the next morning, the jolt from last night still coursing through your veins. You’re feeling pretty confident, more than you ever have. Today’s the day you tell him.

But first, you have to head over to the Missions Desk to submit your report. You bash yourself for putting it off till now.

The day outside is beautiful, white cotton clouds floating aimlessly across the azure sky. A pleasant breeze tickles your skin in soft whispers.

You reach the main office and submit your file. The room is empty, except for the people working behind the desks. The man in front of you takes your file, checking the date of your mission and you’re sure you can see a look of judgement flash across his eyes.

You almost feel a little guilty.

“You know, all the other jounins have submitted their reports already” he mutters, not looking up from your file.

“Well actually…”

There’s a voice behind you, and you turn around at the sheepish tone of the familiar voice. Your heart instantly paces up. Kakashi. There’s a file in his hand too. You can’t help the smile that escapes.

You look at him as he comes forward, handing his file over. The man shoots him a similar glance and shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. You can tell that this must not be the first time. Kakashi smiles sweetly at him, before turning away and looking at you.

“Y/n! Didn’t think I’d run into you here…”

Your blood pounds in your ears as you recall the resolve you made to yourself last night. You’d promised yourself you’d tell him today but right now, in this way? You weren’t ready for this. You hadn’t prepared what you were gonna say, or how you’d say it. A hundred thoughts run through your head.

Hell with my resolve. This really isn’t the right time. I can’t do this.

But on the other hand…

Your brain goes at odds with your heart as you realise you haven’t answered Kakashi yet.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice concerned.

You straighten up, composing yourself.

“Oh hey yeah, I’m fine! I’m great. What’re you upto?”

“Just got a few things I need to do”, he shrugs, walking beside you as the two of you come out of the office into the main corridor of the Hokage Mansion.

“Right. Got any missions this weekend?” you ask, stalling to give yourself time to think clearly.

“Nope. You?”

“No. You?”

“You already asked me”, he chuckles. “So uh. Where are you headed?”

Ugh. This is a disaster.

“Just the market. I… I need to buy fish for dinner”

You feel your palms getting clammy as the air starts to feels too tight. You look at Kakashi out of the corner of your eye and you notice.

He looks nervous too. He’s fidgeting with his hands and there’s something strange about him.

“Well…uh” he stutters, rubbing his neck with his hand before looking at you. “maybe you don’t.”

You look up at him, your eyes wide and face scrunched up in confusion. You’re outside the tower now, standing on the street.

“I…don’t?”

He scratches the back of his head.

“Uh…I mean…I’ve got fish.”, he stammers. There’s a very visible tint of red on his cheeks.

You’re utterly wrapped in confusion by now, and you wonder why he’s acting so strange. Unsure of where he’s getting with that, you say, “Um…That’s nice. Where do you buy fish from? I’ve heard the market by the Temple is good for seafood. I haven’t had the chance to try it out myself though.”

Mother Earth please swallow me whole.

Kakashi lets out a nervous laugh, still fidgeting around with his hands and looking everywhere but directly at you.

“Y/n what I’m saying is…maybe you don’t need to buy fish for dinner because” he looks at you from under his shaggy bangs,which fall over his eyes in the absence of his headband. The tint of his cheeks deepens. “well, because I was thinking maybe you could come over…and I could…cook dinner for the both of us...? Or um go out, whatever you’d like” he says, immediately looking away.

You’d never thought it was possible for the calm and cocky Kakashi Hatake to look this nervous. It’s quite a sight. You might have laughed at it if you weren’t just as nervous yourself.

“Like on a date?” you ask, shock evident in your tone. Your heart is battering in your chest.

This is a very, very surprising turn of events.

“Well…yes”, he breathes, barely meeting your eyes now.

You can hear your heart in your ears. And suddenly, it feels like spring has bloomed inside your heart. Not just your heart but everywhere around you. Like you’ve been transported to a meadow and there’s only flowers and rainbows and butterflies all around.

A breeze passes through, sending a few petals from nearby trees floating along the street. Strands of your hair blow into your eyes.

You sweep them away, looking up at him to see him looking at you, his eyes hopeful, waiting.

You meet his gaze with your burning eyes and smile, tucking another loose strand behind your ear.

“I’d love that” you say before looking down, your tone barely containing the ecstasy you feel within. You feel the chirp of a thousand birds singing inside your heart.

His eyes light up, mouth forming into a grin as you see the muscles on his face relaxing visibly.

Kakashi’s eyes crinkle from the smile and he says, “Well then…I’ll see you for dinner.”

He starts walking away, before turning back and calling out “Oh and yes, I do buy my fish from the market by the temple.”

And with that, he turns away grinning, disappearing with a whoosh, leaving you to stand there, still in shock and gaping after him; wondering which stars had aligned, what forces in the universe had conjoined and what twist of fate had occurred, turning your life around, making you the happiest woman in the world, in the span of just one day.

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Aaand a lil bonus addition :-

It’d been around two months that you and the silver haired jounin of the Leaf had been together. Almost everyone in the village knew by now and it had been two months of pure unadulterated bliss. You fit so well together, it felt as if you’d never been apart.

Today was just another lazy afternoon, with you and Kakashi in bed, entangled in each other’s arms, neither one of you wanting to leave your little heaven on earth.

You intertwine your fingers with Kakashi’s, backing into him so you’re pressed against the warmth of his body.

“Hey, Kakashi?” you whisper.

“Hm?” he replies, sleep mangling his voice.

“I’ve always wondered. Why did you ask me out that day? You told me you’d liked me for a long time too. So… why not before? Why that day?”

He chuckles softly into your hair, pulling you closer with his arm.

“Well” he says, almost in a whisper. “I thought it was time I stopped being a wuss.”

“Huh?”

“It had been a really long time and… I thought it was time to, how do I put this, pussy up.” he says into your neck, his voice calm, but with just a tinge of amusement.

WAIT A MINUTE-

You jerk up on the bed, freeing yourself of his grip and turning to face him.

A subtle smile plays across his lips but his face is tranquil, giving nothing away.

Panic rises in you and you shake his arm vigorously. “KAKASHI! HOW-HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?”

He doesn’t stir, eyes closed tight, pretending to be sleeping.

“KAKASHI TELL ME RIGHT NOW” you continue shaking him, but it’s in vain, the man doesn’t stir.

You sigh, replaying the day from two months ago in your head, ravaging your brain for any possible hint. And just like that, it dawns upon you.

“Oh my god—That was you.” You blurt, everything suddenly clicking into place in your head. You feel like a fool for not realising sooner.

He remains unmoving, eyes closed shut. But you don’t miss the slight wrinkle of his mask as his lips upturn into a grin beneath it.

“That was you, wasn’t it??? It was! You sneaky little bastard!” you shriek, jabbing at his arm with a few pokes, but it does nothing.

“Kakashi!”

“Ssshh, I’m sleeping” he whispers in fake slumber, a smile grazing his mouth as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you back into the bed with him.

“Did you really just shush m- “ you begin in protest, but your sentence remains unfinished as he presses his mouth onto yours, catching your lips in a kiss and shutting you up before you can say more.

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 4 years

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Geralt x reader We're Married? Part 2

Ok here part 2! Its probably crap but anyway...

part 1

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Warnings: Blood, cursing, mentions of past sexual abuse, violence

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The second you entered the hall was the second you forgot who you were supposed to be..

"HOLY SHI-" a rough hand quickly clasped your mouth shut. "If you wouldnt give us away in the first 5 seconds that would be terrific" Geralt muttered.

"Mmmph mmmph- alright alright sorry" he removed his hand. You sighed and looked around, more quietly this time. You'd been to a party like this before, well snuck into a party like this before.. but never this lavish.

The royal family spared no expense it seemed considering every inch of the great hall was exquisitely decorated. Long tables were lined with delectable looking dishes, which you would definitely visit later...

And there were many eating tables that had beautiful flower petals atop them. In between was a large area which was meant for socializing and dancing most likely. Boy did you feel out of place..

The man on your arm felt the same you guessed by the way his face contorted watching all the "fancy people" socialize. "I have a bad feeling.." he spoke quietly to himself.

Curious you turned to him "why do you say that?"

His eyes scanned the room suspiciously, "Because something's not adding up.."

"Y/n listen to me" he suddenly turned to you seriously.

"Hmm?" You eyes rose

"This thing..whatever it is..is different from what we've encountered before" he started

"Yeah I know that.." What was he getting at?

He grunted before continuing, "Promise me something" he said with earnest eyes which was incredibly rare for the witcher. It always made you soften tho.

"Sure anything.." you were worried now.

"When the monster shows up-whatever it is. You will leave with Jaskier"

"Except that" you deadpanned. "Are you crazy?? Why would I leave??" You unlinked your arms and faced him fully.

He pressed his lips tightly and led you to a corner away from people who began to notice the dispute.

Jaskier sensing the rising tension, stepped away.

"Y/n listen to me" he said firmly, "we don't know what we are dealing with, and for that reason it's not safe for you"

You threw up your arms in disbelief, "When has monster hunting ever been safe Geralt?!"

He huffed, clenching his jaw, "You will leave when it shows up and that's final" his tone leaving no room for argument.

You decided causing a scene would not be wise so you settled for giving geralt your best, "I'm angry and this isnt over face" before swiftly walking away.

"Y/n!" He caught up with you and just as he grabbed your arm an older couple blocked your path.

"Why I don't believe we've met before?" The older man dressed in blue said with bright eyes.

Geralt forced a smile and stood beside me, "I suppose we just havent had the pleasure yet"

"Well allow me to introduce myself and my dear wife count and countess Barano at your service" he bowed his head slightly and his wife followed suit.

"A pleasure" you chimed in moving slightly away from Geralt. "This is my husband, sir Bartholomew Tristan, and I'm lady Lina Tristan." You gestured lazily beside you.

The next half hour went similarly like this, a new couple introducing themselves every now and then, and talking about nonsense. You could hardly focus on anything they were saying. All you could think about was how Geralt was being an absolute arse wipe.

How dare he try to keep you away from all the action?! You're training had been relentless since the incident with the visser. And you were more than ready to fight anything that came your way. Geralt has been this way the last few missions. Although he never told you to completely leave before. Maybe a stay back or a few to many be carefuls. But run away?? What's the point of training if you couldn't even use it!

The dinging of a bell shook you from your thoughts. Dinner time..great more boring conversations with people you didnt like.

Playing the part of the ever so doting husband, Geralt pulled out a seat for you. You didnt even spare him a glance as you sat down. He sighed as he sat beside you. Throughout the evening he had tried to talk to you but it always ended badly. You were both pissed and stubborn..

"Y/n-" he began but was cutt of by lady borano.

"So tell us about yourselves, it's not often we meet new friends." She smiled sincerely.

Geralt turned with a hand in the air, "What would you like to know?"

"How long have the two of you been married?"

Geralt thought back to the extra information Yavert told him, "3 years"

" Ah still practically newlyweds" sir Borano joked.

"Any children?" A beautifully wicked idea formed in your mind,

"Unfortunately no, my dear husband here can't perform."

The sound of a feminine gasp and the whip of his head made you smirk as you took a sip of the wine before you. Its contents easing your mind, and your tongue for that matter. He forced a smile in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.

" ah I see..." she responded quietly." Well children aren't everything" she also made an effort to improve the mood.

"And thank god for that, because she'd make a terrible mother".

This time you were the one whipping your head around nearly choking on your drink. That little!! "I'm sure that's not true.."sir Barono offered with an uncomfortable smile.

"Well you can't raise children by lazing around all day and eating crumpets" he laughed while the others laughed along too, awkwardly that is..

"Well at least you know where I am, on the other hand I sit at home all day wondering what you and our servant boy could possibly be doing taking so long attending to "business". All eyes shifted to a fumbling Jaskier who stood behind us, "that's uh...not...she didn't..." he tried defending himself.

If looks could kill you would have been a goner. Geralt fists clenched beneath the table. Good, he deserves it for being a butthead.

In a few sentences you had emasculated him and implied he was having a passionate affair with the servant boy. Not bad y/n, not bad at all..

To the relief of the table, the royal family entered cutting off all conversation as everyone stood up. Curiously you peeked over the shoulders in front of you to get a closer look.

The king and queen of servia were announced along with their daughter the princess Annora. She held her head high and had an unreadable expression. She was very beautiful, long flowing hair, slim figure, beautiful blue dress. Total cliche if you ask me. But one thing stood out, the cute little fluffy puppy she held in her arms, he wore a little golden collar with a bell. Awwww litte baby pooooo.

The rest of the family was dressed obnoxiously with large puffy sleeves and glittering jewelry. No question who they were. They were led to a large table in the front center of the hall with 6 ornately decorated chairs. Makeshift thrones basically. They stood in front of them but didnt sit, which meant that you couldn't either.

A moment later another set of doors opened. In walked what you could only assume was the king, queen, and prince of Targeris. There was nothing special about them, without the fancy outfits they would've looked like any other couple. The sons attention was immediately on the princess. His eyes raked over her body without a hint of subtlety. Ew have some class dude. She on the other hand kept a straight face, not acknowledging him in the slightest.

Finally they sat down and dinner went by rather uneventfully. You and geralt hadn't said a word, although the tension was definitely still there.

Most couples had taken to dancing for the rest of the night, you however felt suffocated and decided to escape outside for a breathe of fresh air.

This was not how you wanted the night to go, you let out a sigh, watching the air turn slightly foggy. Why was Geralt acting like this? Why doesnt he trust you? What's it gonna take for him to see you as an ally instead of a weight he has to carry around?!?!

Ughhhhh you dragged your fingers across your face and through your hair. This was so frustrating! Leaning your head back you closed your eyes and let the cool air wash over your flushed face, relaxing you slightly.

When you opened your eyes again a flash of blue caught your attention. You peered downwards leaning over the balcony slightly to see. Oh it's just some couple from the party..

Wait a minute..

You leaned over more narrowing your eyes, Is that?...no way it can't be...but...you quickly walked back into the party, eyes aimed at the royal families. C'mon where are you??

You scanned every inch searching for the princess but she was no where to be found. The other members were deep in a political conversation and hardly noticed that their daughter had snuck away.

So that was her?? What was she doing? Feeling something amiss you made your way to the entrance and down the long staircase. Ugh stupid heels, you kicked them aside on the steps feeling much more free.

Oh I hope no one trips on them..oops...

You ran around to the side of the castle where the balcony was above you. Frowning when all you saw was an empty garden. Now where did she go?? You stepped further into the garden listening for any out of place sounds.

All that could be heard was the wind rustling some rose bushes and the chirping of crickets.

A girlish giggle made you spring into action. Following the sound you discreetly peeked around a column of the garden.

There stood the princess flirtatiously pressed up again one of the Servian ambassadors you were forced to socialize with earlier.

The man himself was wrinkly and balding, why was the princess interested in him when all night she seemed to detest everything?

Why did her laugh feel...wrong somehow? "Let's go somewhere more...private" she smirked pulling him by his wrist. The puppy you noticed was there as well following behind her. What a well trained dog...

Lifting up your dress again you followed the couple at a distance until you saw them stop at a hanging tapestry on the wall. What are they doing?

Annora smiled and lifted back the tapestry, it revealed a small opening only big enough for one person. She led the way and they soon dissapeared from sight.

After waiting a few moments to be safe, you stepped lightly after them. The opening they went through was pitch dark and every bone in your body was telling you to turn back.

Then you heard the giggles again, sucked it up and moved forward.

You kept walking until you ran into something soft.

What? Oh? Another tapestry? You shoved the material aside and it took your eyes a moment to adjust to the light.

You were in a candlelit hallway with several doors on either side. You heard a door click close and laughter coming from inside.

Hmm well you couldn't just barge in now.. I guess she does like him..wonder what her fiance would think of this. Well anyway it wasn't any of your business..

What a waste of time geez.. you spin around in the direction you came about to pull back the fabric.

"WAAHHHHH" you jerked around when a loud scream broke out. And not the fun kind either.

Without a second thought you kicked open the door with a bang.

"What the fu-" the princess snapped her head around with a growl. "Who the hell are you?!" She hissed.

"Better question, what the hell are you doing?!" You questioned eyes wide in disbelief at what you saw. Annora had bound and gagged the pitiful man. He was tied to the end bed post and sat whimpering on the floor. Why was he so afraid?

"Doesn't matter, you're going to die soon anyway" she smirked and her eyes flicked to something over your shoulder. It was then you realized there was another presence in the room.

Whipping your head around you came face to face with a four legged beast. Its ribs protruded crudely and its body was covered in a sickly black goo. Its eyes were red and fiery and the realization came crashing on to you when you saw the same golden collar around its neck. Fuck...

You blindly felt around for the short sword hidden under your dress. You just managed to grab it in time before the "puppy" lunged. Swinging the sword you caught its face. It hissed in pain and you took the chance to bolt through the door.

A loud growl erupted behind you. You sprinted further down the hallway and about had a heart attack when you saw Jaskier casually walking. His eyes lit up when he saw you but then widened in horror. You grabbed his arm probably giving him whiplash and the both of your were running for your lives. There was no way you could fight that beast in the tiny hallway.

"Jaskier what are you doing here?!?!" You shouted panicking.

"I-I was just following you!! I saw you leave all of the sudden and got worried!!" You both sharply turned into a corner. Thank god for these long ass hallways.

"So mind explaining WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!!" He screamed frantically.

"Princess bad, monster bad, I'll explain the rest later when we're not about to be dog food!!" Fuck you were approaching a dead end, think think think!

"GROWWWWWWWWL" the beast was gaining on you two. You did the only thing you could think of, which was shoving jaskier into an open room and spin around to face the beast head on,

"Barricade yourself in Jaskier!" You shouted.

"W-what no! I'm not leaving you" he yelled back.

Ugh idiot! Theres no point of us both getting chomped! "Then do something to help!" He looked around frantically. Something to help something to help.."GERALT!!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Youd be lucky if he could hear that..

The beast was finally upon you, its row of razor teeth glinting in the candlelight. Fuck.. one bite and youd be literally chow.

You braced yourself as it charged forward, it leaped up and you waited until that moment to run and slide under it. You were successful but the damb beast was quick to turn around and catch your shoulder with a sharp claw.

"Aghh" you let out a welp of pain as it pinned you down.

"Y/N!" Jaskier shouted worriedly

You gripped your sword and thrust blindly upwards. It howled as the sword ripped through its flesh.

It reacted by throwing you across the hall. You rolled over in pain. Fuck, bad dog.. Its attention was on the frozen Jaskier who lamely held up a candle stick in defense.

"Jaskier run!" You winced getting up again and charging at the monster, you picked up your fallen sword and lunged onto it's back stabbing its head.

"GROOOOOOOOWL" it wildly whipped its head side to side trying to throw me off.

"JASKIER GO NOW!" he wasted no time and bolted around, "I'll go find Geralt!!" His voice faded away with his hurried footsteps.

You couldn't hold on much longer due to the stinging in your shoulder.

You fell off and rolled away nearly getting hit again by its claws.

"Y/N stay down!" A large whoosh of air shot over you as you pressed yourself flat on the ground.

"Geralt!" You exclaimed in relief. He ran over to you and helped you up. Before he could ask if you were alright the monster shrieked. God why wont it just die?!

Geralt grunted pulling out another sword and stepping in front of you.

Jaskier gently pulled you back, "Are you ok? Your shoulder-" he began but you gasped,

"Fuck!" You left him bewildered as you pushed him aside and ran back the way you came. The princess, the man, just what was going on?!?!

You flew into the room, eyes locked on the princess who stood over the unconscious man.

She tilted her head in your direction, and you narrowed your eyes noticing something that wasnt there before. Her eyes were an electric purple, and her hair was flowing around her slightly.

"You're....a mage?" You asked completely confused.

She chuckled sinisterly, "you managed to escape my dear pet, no one has been able before" she walked a couple steps in your direction.

"No matter, I'll finish you off myself" she raised a manicured hand up and the air around you seemed to get thinner.

You tried to step back but some invisible force was holding you in place. Fuck it was getting harder to breathe. Geralt I hate being the one needing to be saved but your appearance would be much appreciated.

"I-if I'm going to die anyway, tell me what's going on".you said in a hoarse whisper. The least you could do is have her distracted why you tried to find a way out of her spell.

"Hmm well I suppose it would be entertaining to watch the horrified look on your face". The side of her mouth flitted up.

"Lemme start by introducing myself, my name is Lisanna, and you're half right, I AM a mage, the princess I'm currently controlling however is nothing more that the poor dear that was too desperate to know better"

"W-what?!" You were on the floor now starting to feel lightheaded, you milked it a little so she wouldnt notice your hand creeping to the back of your head un clasping the long hair pin.

"Yes, it was some time ago I came to the princess in a dream. You see I was cursed along time ago, my soul was trapped outside my body, so I improvised. I summoned the power of the dark spirits and was able to enter whatever vessel I so choose. The only downside is they had to be dying or willing which was very annoying. If the vessel I'm in dies, I die along with it. And as you could imagine there weren't many willing people. But that's when I came across dear Annora here." She gestured to herself.

"T-the p-princess was willing??" you coughed out confused.

"Well, when I found her she was desperate you see. Her marriage had just been announced and she was willing to do anything to escape it. I very graciously, offered a solution. Let me temporarily control your body, and I'll make sure no one forces you to do anything you dont want to again."

You gripped the pin and brought it down by your side, "that still doesnt explain everything? The dissapeances the-" you coughed again.

She laughed to herself, "Oh that? That's just good old fashioned revenge, you see our poor princess has suffered at the hands of these perverted old men for years. No one cared enough to believe her, in fact they shamed her. Does that seem fair? No it doesn't" she kneeled before you and tilted your chin upwards.

"I rather enjoyed kidnapping them and torturing them till I put them out of their misery days later. It was the perfect plan, Runald, got a little excited though and killed the man right here on the floor. It was a truly gruesome sight, but dogs will be dogs" she shrugged as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

"W-why would y-you help?" You whispered shakily.

"Well you see it's all part of the bigger picture, the king is the one who needs to suffer" a look of disgust flashed across her face.

NOW! You jabbed the pin in her neck and the spell dissipated instantly. "YOU BITCH" she shrieked crawling back in pain clutching the bloody pin.

You gained your strength and stood back up running to her. "Why the king?! Answer me!" You tackled her binding her arms with the curtain tassels.

She struggled violently, her neck bleeding profusely. "If you keep moving you'll just bleed out faster.." you glared at her.

"Tell me everything and I might save you.." you stood back up allowing her some space.

"He deserves it! He fucking betrayed me!" She said angry tears beginning to fall down her flushed face. "He said he loved me! He said he'd leave her! And then she got pregnant and he threw me out like garbage! He let all those stupid men influence him! I begged him! And when I tried to kill his bitch which I had every right to do, he got a mage to put a curse on me! He has to suffer!! They all do!" She was shaking now.

You thought over her words for a moment, "So the men..the murders.." You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Two birds with one fucking stone, the princess and me have similar interests, we deserve justice! It doesnt matter how it happens, one by one or an all out war! They all must suffer! We didnt deserve this!" You looked down quietly ,

"You're right... you both didnt deserve that, but this.." you gestured to the unconscious man, "is not justice, it makes you like them, criminals.."

"So what!? They can call us whatever we want, it doesnt mean anything! If they get what they deserve they can call us whatever the fuck they want!" The angry tears were streaming now.

"No" you shook your head softly. "It does matter, because it's not over for you yet. I won't let it be.." you crouched beside her, "I'm sorry for what they did to you... to the both of you... but there has to be a way..a way to move past the pain and move forward"

She scoffed, "What the hell would you know! You've never suffered like I have".

Memories of your master flashed through your mind and without a second thought you threw your arms around her shaking form.

"I do.." you whispered quietly.."pulling her tightly against you, "Someone came along...someone stronger, and prettier, and better than me...and he threw me aside...like everything we ever went through never happened...he was everything to me and I thought I was everything to him..I felt like the whole world was going to collapse onto me. For a long time I was lost..and so so angry. I too wanted revenge..more than anything..but then I realized I couldn't let him control me anymore..that the best revenge was to live a better life. A life where I didnt have to depend on some stupid guy to give it meaning. And I was ok thinking that I would be alone for the rest of my days. But then things changed because I made them.. I found people who are truly good. And now I thank god that I didnt let myself be consumed by my feelings of rage, because now I'm truly happy...and I promise you" you squeezed her tighter, "your story is not going to end this way.." .

Her soft sobs grew louder as she buried her head in your chest. You smiled gently and with one hand untied her bindings. She immediately wrapped her arms around you and let out all the pain and sorrow she had built up.

"Its going to be ok" you gently cupped her head, "I promise".

When she finally looked up, her tear filled eyes met yours, "It hurts so much" you gently stroked her tears away, "I know, but amazing girls like us cant spend the rest of their lives obsessing over some scumbags now can we?" You laugh softly.

She matches your smile and leans in close to you, "thank you..." she whispers kissing your cheek.

A visible purple aura formed around her before altogether gathering and leaving the princess. You smiled sadly and watched Lisannas soul dissapear through the window.

The princess's body went limp in your arms, a moment later she stirred, "where am I?" She whispered confused and exausted. "Don't worry..you're safe now, everythings going to be alright" you held her close and tied a piece of fabric from your dress on her neck wound. Luckily it wasnt too deep.

That same moment 2 very disgruntled men rushed in, "Y/n?!" Geralt came over and knelt beside the two of you.

"I'm alright..we both are.." you smiled at him. "I'm getting the feeling we missed something.." Jaskier raised his brows looking at the man rousing on the floor.

You couldn't help but let out a laugh as the both of them gave you a weird look.

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After the events you had a long talk with the princess. You were proud as she stood in front of the room and told everyone of the scandalous crimes that the king didnt bat an eyelash towards. Anybody who looked as if they were going to protest were promptly shut up with one stern glare from the witcher.

Everyone agreed that a new era of peace could not begin with a foundation of crimes. The king and queen were arrested by Targeris guards and the princess was crowned queen right then and there.

There was actually alot of protest but a certain mage was able to convince everyone. Something about making the room dark and the floor quake made everyone agree that you couldn't argue with destiny. Thanks Lisanna, I hope to see you again some day. Well as long as your not possessing someone against their will...then again how will she really live without doing that? Eh whatever shes good now, its probably fine...probably..

The princess-well queen now decided that she would not marry the prince, however the peace had to continue. Everyone was too scared to "go against destiny" again so everything seemed to be ok for now.

As for the missing officials, we explained there was a monster but we swiftly took care of them. Actually, doggy poo was turned back to normal when the suffocating spell broke and he sat wagging happily by the queens side. Usually jobs didnt end this happy. Not bad y/n, not bad at all..

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"Ouch.." you wince as rough hands rub a cool salve on your aching shoulder.

"Sorry.." Geralt apologized and tried his best to be gentle.

The mood was peaceful, the only thing illuminating the two of you was a few flickering candles. The two of you sat quietly on a bed in one of the guest rooms. You felt more vulnerable than usual as the dress you wore was pooled on the floor. A thin strapless slip was the only thing covering you. Geralt was gentle as he tended to your shoulder. You felt ashamed at the way you behaved earlier. He was being annoyingly protective yes but..you may have taken it too far.

"Geralt?" You said quietly turning to face him.

"Hmm?" His golden eyes like fire in the flickering light.

"I'm sorry for the things I said...and how I acted...but I'm not sorry for getting upset at you telling me to leave." I said truthfully.

He sighed and I expected a protest, "No I should be the one apologizing.." he finished wrapping your shoulder and gently stroked the bandage

"I know telling you to back off was unfair but.." he looked troubled.

"But?" You urged him on.

He looked down, "Everytime we encounter another monster, I cant help imagine that its going to end up with you almost dying" he looked back up and the look in his eyes was so raw you caught your breath. He was referring to the last time when the visser had almost killed you.

"Geralt..." you whispered leaning forward so his forehead was touching yours. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere..." you placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned back smiling, "Besides who else are you going to engage in witty banter with? Jaskier?" You teased and a corner of his mouth lifted. "Dont think I've forgotten what you said.." he raised a brow.

"Hey it's not all my fault! Just dont leave me out of things again and we'll have no issues"

"Alright..I promise I won't do that again ok?" He offered.

You nodded your head happy now that you had finally come to an agreement.

He shook his head, "Well at least if you're by me, I can keep an eye on you......speaking of..."

Uh oh bad feeling. Geralt was shifting into scolding mode you could feel it..

You scooted off the bed slightly ready to escape if need be, "Why the hell did you go after the princess by yourself!?" He was more stern now.

"Jaskier? Is that you calling? I'm coming!" You dashed off the bed swinging open the door, "We can talk later Geralt! Jaskier needs me!"

You bolted down the hall ignoring his bark of protest behind you, "Y/N! Don't--ugh" he sighed shaking his head. That woman was gonna be the end of him...but he couldn't help the smile plastered on face. His fingers gently touched where her forehead was. She sure was a special one. He grunted and left the room, now where did she run off too...

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Ok so there it is! I didn't feel very confident about this story but wanted to finish it anyway. Hope it was ok xoxo lemme know if I should write more stories, till next time!

@marvels-gurl @shane-isa-shame @waitingtobeimpressed @viking-raider @dream-alittlebiggerdarling

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hxpemingi · 4 years

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missing puzzle piece <3 s.c.b

a/n: this is my first ever lil au that ive written so please bare with me as i’m typing this as i go hehe (✿◠‿◠) sorry for any grammatical errors!!

Summary: you and changbin have been friends for years, you’ve always had a soft spot for this kid. You have always had those lingering thoughts in the back of your mind that maybe one day this friendship could turn into something more..

word count: 2.6k

genre/rating: oneshot!, friends to lovers!, female reader, college age, fluff, just pure fluff, angst if you squint.

As the summer winds down and the sense of the cool breeze fills the air, i know soon enough that the fall semester is coming closer. i dont mind school all that much, its even better that i get to spend the day with one of my closest friends changbin. we’ve been friends for gosh knows how long and we act like brother and sister at this point. But nonetheless, theres always that feeling of “what if” in the back of my mind.... what if we did end up dating? I always feel like a puzzle with a missing piece.... I want to find someone to complete the puzzle. As i shove those thoughts to the back of my mind i hear my phone buzzing on my bed.

-Binnie 6:30pm-

what u doing tonight? are you free??

-Y/N 6:33pm-

i have a hot date with a bowl of ice cream and the couch tonight, but i guess i can rain check. whatchu got planned?

-Binnie 6:37pm-

Wanna go to the beach with me and the boys? we plan on chilling and watching the sunset with a fire and a few drinks. whaddya say you in?

-Y/N 6:40pm-

count me in...pick me up in 30

-Binnie 6:45pm-

shweeeeet see u then

As soon as i see that text, i put my phone down and change out of some comfy clothes and change into shorts and a cropped tee. I should probably bring a hoodie but i know Changbin has a few in his car. I swear that man has a whole closet in his car. I put on a pair of slip on shoes so that way i can take them off when I’m at the beach. As I’m putting on shoes i see Changbin’s car pull into my driveway. After grabbing my house keys and purse I head down the driveway to get into the car where Felix and Han are in the backseat giving me the front seat.

“Glad you gave up your hot date with ice cream to hangout with us tonight” Changbin says as he heads down the road to get to the beach.

“You know i was gonna finish Avatar tonight and cry over my love for zuko but NOOOOOOO i’m gonna become a babysitter for 9 kids as they throw each other in the ocean” i say with the slightest bit of sarcasm

“Oh c’mon Y/N, the ending of avatar can wait. theres supposed to be a comet tonight!!!!” Felix chirps from the backseat

“Yeah Y/N the sky is supposed to be clear and we’ll be able to see it pass by, you wont be able to see it for another 100 years!” Han chimes in.

“They’re right Y/N, it’s a perfect night to watch it. When will you ever be able to say you’ve seen a comet pass by in your lifetime?” Changbin adds to the conversation.

“I’m pretty sure I saw a comet that time where we were all star gazing on Minho’s roof last summer” i say to them as changbin pulls into the beach parking lot.

“Y/N i hate to break it to you, but that was an airplane.” Han says while Felix giggles.

I turn back at the giggling fools and give them a glare.

“I SHALL STAND BY THE FACT THAT IT WAS A COMET YOU TWO” i say back to the boys as Changbin puts the car into park.

We meet up with the rest of the boys who are currently setting up a makeshift fire pit and setting out some foldable chairs, thats when i realize theres 9 chairs but 10 people. Guess I will have to sit in the sand. I don’t worry about it too much when i see Chan currently chasing Seungmin with a dead jellyfish on a stick trying to poke him. We haven’t been here a total of 5 minutes and there’s already chaos.

After an hour or two of the boys running around in the sand, throwing each other in the water, and a quite competitive game of tag, the sun starts to turn the sky the most beautiful shades of orange and red. Chan runs to his car to grab a speaker and Hyunjin starts a fire. Pretty soon the boys gather around the fire when Jeongin says

“Guys theres only 9 chairs and 10 of us...”

“I’ll just sit on the sand.” I say as I get ready to sit in the sand.

“Y/N, just sit on my lap” Changbin says quietly as you didn’t hear him walk up behind you

“Nono Binnie it’s fine I-”

“No excuses, now come on” he says as he drags me with my hand in his.

While I’m sure no one saw that encounter, I’m pretty sure they see the huge blush that has crept across my face. Sure I’ve sat on changbins lap before, we do it when theres movie night at Woojins place. It’s nothing new between us but my feelings for Changbin push through my mind and soon enough, I’m sitting on his lap trying to make myself comfy on his thighs. Changbin casually snakes his hands across my waist and i suddenly freeze up. Well thats new, he normally never does that. I try to relax my body and for some reason, it feels natural. I suddenly feel safe in his arms.

“Does anyone know when this whole comet thing will come??” Minho says as the music plays in the background.

“According to my phone, it says that we’ll be able to see it pass through around 10 or so.” Felix says as he looks it up on his phone.

“Well since we have time to kill, how about a friendly game of truth or dare?” Hyunjin adds to the conversation.

the group and I nod our heads in agreement as the game of truth or dare starts.

“Seungmin, Truth or dare?” Hyunjin starts off.

“Dare” Seungmin says non chalantly.

“I dare you to run into the ocean with your shoes on” hyunjin says while everyone giggles

“Really? I just bought these shoes ughhhhh” Seungmin sighs as he gets up from his chair and runs towards the water

“I hate this i hate this i hate this” he says as everyone by the fire laughs hysterically

Once he returns back to the shore where the fire pit is, he takes off his shoes and sits down with a huff.

“alright lets see, Y/N truth or dare?” He says as his eyes direct towards me and changbin.

I’m not one to play these games so i decided to play it safe

“Truth” i say

“BOOORRRRRINGGGGGGG” Han says from the other side of the fire

“Hmm, when was the last time you kissed a boy?” he says and the group falls silent

Shit, when was the last time i kissed someone? well besides my cat Lucifer i don’t think i’ve ever kissed anyone? Do I lie and say last week? or do I tell the truth and say no one?

“uhhh never” I say in a quiet voice as everyone eyes are glued to me still. I can feel Changbins gaze on me as he tenses up a little bit, squeezing his arms a little tighter around me

“You really haven’t kissed anyone? Not even that kid you were seeing last semester?” Changbin whispers into my ear

“No we went on two dates and he was a total square and was really boring, he never initiated anything anyways” I say back

“Alrighty Y/N, you can ask a truth or dare or have someone else pick” Seungmin says as he waits for my response

“uhm, Changbin can pick who goes next” I say as I look down at the sand, my feet becoming more interesting

“Can I dare myself?” Changbin says as the group shares a puzzled look with eachother. It’s quiet for a moment before Chan says

“I mean it’s not a rule that you can’t do it but I guess go ahead buddy”

“Alright, I dare myself that I go on a walk with Y/N for a bit. You guys can keep playing” he says and I perk my head up and turn around facing him, giving him a puzzled look.

“Why would you wanna dare yourself to do something so casual?” I say as I get up off of his lap. My waist feeling empty as I grew used to having Changbins arms wrapped around me

“It was beginning to get boring anyways, plus my leg fell asleep from you sitting on it” he chuckles

As we two walk away from the guys who are giggling and laughing, their voices become faint as all I hear are the waves crashing along the shore. It’s peaceful, it’s quiet, and it’s just Changbin and I.

It’s silent for a few minutes before Changbin exhales and stops for a moment to look at the water and the stars up in the sky.

“How come you never told me you haven’t kissed anyone? Cmon Y/N we’ve been friends for years. We tell eachother everything” Changbin says and I look over at the water avoiding his eye contact

“I just didn’t think it was that big of a deal. How lame is it that I haven’t even had my first kiss and my younger sister has for gods sake? I sound like a loser saying it. It’s easy for you to say, I bet you boast to the boys on how many girls fling themselves at you.” I say with a hint of jealousy at the end.

“I don’t think it’s lame y/n, you’re just saving yourself for someone special. And no I do not brag to the boys about “all the girls I get” when in reality I have a different girl in mind.” He says as he goes and steps in front of me. Faces inches away from each other.

I take a few steps back to get some space between us. He’s acting different. It seems like this girl is really sweet from the sounds of it. I try not to act jealous when I start to ask about her

“Who’s this special girl in mind huh? How come you never brought this up to me? Do I approve of her?” I start to spit fire questions at Changbin before he starts talking again.

“I’ve never brought it up to you because I don’t want to ruin anything that I already have with her. I’ve been so nervous to fully confess my feelings because there’s that thought in the back of my mind that maybe she doesn’t like me back.” Changbin rambles when you cut him off

“Why don’t you man up and do it already? I mean the worst thing she could say is no right? Who knows, maybe she does like you back.” I say and Changbin blurts out

“I like you a lot y/n, like a lot a lot”

Holy shit

Seo Changbin, my best friend of 11 years

Just confessed

That he likes me????

“I- I- really? You’re kidding right? Changbin don’t play with my feelings-“ I say before he cuts me off

“Y/n I’m serious, I’ve liked you for a long time and I didn’t know how you would feel, but I know it was stupid of me to confess you know? I probably ruined everything and now our friendship is ruined and nothing will ever be the same again and I-“ before he rambles himself into oblivion i cut him off.

“The feelings mutual binnie, I’ve liked you for god knows how long” i say as he looks up at me.

“I’ve liked you since that day when I jumped off the jungle gym in 3rd grade and you helped me to the nurses office. I’ve always had those feelings for you but I always pushed them back in my head because who knows how you would feel right? So whenever you went and saw other girls it made me the slightest bit jealous. Always wondering if that could be us someday. So then I went on dates with guys but nothing lasted for more than one date. They weren’t you Changbin. It was always you” I say so fast i almost run out of breath

We look at eachother for a few moments before Changbin wraps one of his arms around my waist, taking his other and tucking a few strands of loose hair behind my ear. We look at each other for a few moments as my hands snake up around his neck, definitely a feeling I could get used too. His eyes go from my eyes, down to my lips, then back up to my eyes.

“Since you never had your first kiss, may I?” Changbin says as he’s looking at me like I’m the finest piece of art in the world. Taking in everyone of my features.

“I’d thought you’d never ask” I say with a grin.

He closes the distance between us and both of our eyes close. His lips are warm and soft. Although I’ve never kissed anyone before I start to follow his lead and mirror what he’s doing. It’s a slow and adoring kiss. Not anything fast or sensual. We take our time to see how our lips mold into one another. We break away for a few moments and Changbin puts his forehead on mine.

“You know for not kissing anyone, it seems like you knew what you were doing” he says with a childish grin

“Eh from all the rom coms I’ve watched I feel like I had a good grasp of what I was doing” I say back before he kisses me again.

I kiss him as if he’s going to disappear from me, pretty soon he has both of his hands around my waist, squeezing my sides earning a quiet yelp from me. We break away the kiss again and i see him look up in the sky.

“Y/n there it is!!! It’s the comet” he says as he turns me around, hugging me from behind. His chin rests gently on my shoulder as we look at the comet pass by.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anything more jaw dropping than this before” I say as i look closely at the comet passing by.

“Oh trust me princess, this comet is pretty. but nothing will compare to you” he says as he pecks my neck with kisses.

“We should probably go back before the guys round up a search party for us.” i say while leaving his touch and grab his hand, heading back to the crazy bunch of boys.

Once we make our way back to the gang they look at us with questioning looks, we’re both smiling like idiots and our hands are intertwined.

“What took you guys so long??? You missed the comet, you should’ve seen it!” Jeongin says

“Do i even wanna know what happened?” Chan says, raising a brow at us.

“Don’t worry guys, we stopped and saw the comet too. Nothing crazy happened.” Changbin says with a sheepish grin and I start giggling

“Did you two confess to one another yet? I’ve been waiting for this.” Hyunjin says as the boys nod their heads in agreement.

“Yeah Bin, did you finally grow a set and confess? I was getting sick of the late night texts saying “ooooo im in L word my guy” “bro she looks so good today”- UGH” Han continues to ramble while Felix elbows him in the gut.

Changbin and I look at each other and start laughing, he leans down and pecks me on the lips. Earning a few “awws” and an “ew” from Jeongin.

“Does that answer everyones questions?” Changbin says as we sit back down by the fire.

We sit back down and start chatting at the fire, talking about the comet and small talk in between. For the first time in my life, I feel content with everything. Content with these 8 crazy boys I can call my friends. And Changbin, everything feels so right finally. It feels like all the puzzle pieces have been put together

Changbin was my missing puzzle piece.

And now the puzzle is complete.

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 4 years

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Dimension Jumping pt. 2

The Fellowship x Reader

Fluffy pants, creepy coworkers, and grocery lists. Fun times

Trigger warning: mentions of stalker.

After that kind of rocky introduction and confusing explanation of their quest and what they were doing exactly (also what happened to their wizard ‘Gandalf’) things began to work out better.

At first, they were in a kind of panic since they aren’t able to destroy that ring thing if they’re in your world, but then you reminded them that they can’t destroy it, and this Sauron guy can’t get it.

This seems to ease their worries a bit.

It was very easy for you to get along with the two blond 'hobbit’ cousins Merry and Pippin, and Samwise is a wonderful help in the kitchen. Mr. Legolas kinda just awkwardly stands around most of the time (he doesn’t sleep apparently), while the 'dwarf’, Gimli, likes to bother said 'elf’ which you find to be quite amusing. The two actual human dudes seem to be the more authoritative figures here, so they help to keep everyone in check and ensure they don’t break anything.

Penny has, quite literally, fallen in love with that brown-haired bastard Aragorn, and you’ve sworn that if he breaks her little fluffy heart you’re going to fucking murder him. Lucky for him, it seems he is quite fond of her in return since he sometimes sits idly on your couch with her laying across his lap. This asshole must have dog treats in his pocket or something because there’s no way she would ditch you for some scraggly handsome stranger like in the movies.

Of course, you don’t complain about it or anything, rather you just leave it and enjoy the fact that Penny is happy (while silently plotting his painful murder in your mind).

You also had to show them how to work the bathroom, and after they got over their initial shock and awestruck, they all bathed (thank god for your poor nose) and you offered to go get them more clothes later on so you can figure out how to wash theirs.

Overall, it seems that everything is going smoothly and will continue to do so.

You have yet to give them a chance to mess with your laptop or phone (or even the TV), but mostly because you’re afraid they’ll die of shock.

Before you know it a week has passed, and not only are they still in your damn home but they’re so freaking well-behaved and polite you actually find yourself not wanting them to go.

“Why do you wear those fluffy pants?” The sweet little Pippin asks.

Everyone insists he and his cousin are mischievous little monsters, but you find them to be nothing but adorable and polite. “Because, my dear boy, they are really freaking comfortable. I’m gonna go to the store later and get all of you a pair. They will change your lives."

His eyes grow wide at your overly dramatic description of fluffy pants and he suddenly seems excited, "Really? Some for all of us?"

You nod your head with a bright smile on your face, lifting your leg up for him to touch it. "Feel how nice they are!"

When Pippin places his hand on the soft, fuzzy fabric he looks surprised, "I don’t think I’ve felt trousers so soft before!"

"Fluffy pants, Pippin. They’re called fluffy pants."

"Fluffy pants.” He repeats in confirmation.

His cousin, Merry, chose then to walk into the room, and when he sees the two of you he looks confused. “Pip, what are you doing?"

"Oh! Merry, come here and feel these!” He exclaims, not bothering to answer his question.

Merry does as he says, albeit hesitantly, but when his hands touch that miracle fabric he looks just as shocked, “You’ve got such peculiar clothing… I like it."

"Well, I was just telling my buddy over here that I’m going to get everyone some and absolutely ruin your wardrobe since you’ll never want to wear anything but these ever again.” You tell him smugly, jumping to your feet suddenly, “Oh, I’ve gotta go do something. Keep an eye on Penny for me, won’t you?"

Yeah, they don’t need to since she’s busy sleeping on a napping Aragorn, but you ask nonetheless.

You retreat to another room and begin to organize the things you moved from your guest bedroom, wanting everything to be less cluttered while they stay here.

The air mattress had to come out and everything because of how many there are, but you don’t mind a little extra work for some companionship in response. Heaven knows you need someone to keep you out of your own head.

While you’re neatening things, the blond elf guy walks in and observes you for a few moments, saying nothing and kinda just standing there. You turn after a minute or so and look at him questioningly, "Is there something I can help you with?"

He doesn’t say anything right away, and so you grab a couple of books and straighten them while you wait.

"What are you doing?” He asks instead of answering you (a very Pippin move).

Despite your heart wanting you to be sarcastic in your reply you answer him seriously, “I’m cleaning up a bit since I had to take all of this stuff out of my guest room. It’s kinda messy if you couldn’t tell."

You wipe your hands on your fluffy pants and smile at him. "I’m almost done. Did you need me for something?"

He actually acknowledges your question this time with a shake of his head, "No. I wanted to see if you require any assistance."

Ah, that makes sense. He definitely seems like the helpful type.

"Oh, well some help would be nice. Maybe you could move those boxes,” you point to some cardboard boxes in the corner of the closet you shoved everything into, “over there.” You then point to a shelf that is mostly empty.

He nods again and goes to do just that right away, and you go back to sorting through a box full of papers.

“What made you allow us to stay?” He suddenly inquires, lifting the boxes you asked for help with easily.

You’re a bit surprised at his engagement in conversation and the topic he chose, but you answer despite that. “Well like I said before, I know a group of sad saps when I see it… I didn’t know you’d lost your friend, but I could tell something wasn’t right. And… I don’t know, your hobbits looked so hungry and tired, I couldn’t kick you all out and keep a clean conscience.” It’s true, but what you leave out is the desire you had for some company. Penny is more than enough, but recently you’ve been feeling lonely and inadequate, so you jumped on the opportunity to be useful in your monotone life.

“There’s something you’re not saying.” He says it like a statement rather than a question, and while he’s right you only shrug.

“My reasons are my own, but what I told you is my main explanation. Take it or leave it.” You don’t mean to act so cold and aloof, but the thinking about your flaws and recently depressive state only serves to dampen your mood.

“I meant not to offend, I apologize if upset you. I was only curious."

You smile at him over your shoulder apologetically yourself, "No, don’t say sorry. I’m just a bit cranky is all, haven’t been getting much sleep."

He can tell that’s not the truth, but he nods anyway and lets it drop.

Suddenly the sound of Penny barking reaches your ears, and you sigh knowing that someone is probably at the door.

When she abruptly stops, you pause and decide to finish with the last small stack you have before going out to check.

Big mistake.

Once you walk out of the storage closet, you’re met with the sight of two hiding hobbits, and Aragorn at the freaking door. Your eyes widen in horror, and you turn and close the door in Legolas’ face before he can exit.

When the door slams, someone pokes their head around the tall 'ranger’ and smiles.

"Oh, Y/N there you are!"

Uh oh, he’s not supposed to be there.

"B-Brian, hey, what… what are you doing here?” You ask slowly, walking over to try and diffuse whatever situation is going on here. “I didn’t even know you knew my address…"

He smiles brightly despite that and waves his hand, "Don’t worry about it, the boss gave it to me and told me to check up on you! You haven’t been answering your messages and this is the most work you’ve missed in the past, like, 4 years.” His tone is bright and cheery, but you can see behind that mask of pleasantries is nothing but a prying brat who has to know everything 24/7.

You ignore your dark thoughts and simply smile at him in return, “Yes, well I’ve been very busy. And, actually, I texted Marissa about my absence for the week ahead of time, so I don’t see why she would send you. She told me that I can work from home until I’m ready to come back.” You never liked Brian. Much too nosy and too much of a snake for your liking.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and see that you have… holy shit, 43 missed messages? All from Brian? Ew, okay, that’s weird.

But you decide not to comment on it.

“Right, well, who is this? I haven’t seen him before."

Shoot.

You look up at the brown-haired man sharply, then back at Brian. "W-Who, him? Oh, this is just my… boy…friend… Ara- Er, Aaron. He’s, uh, staying here because his house burned down.” God, you’re a horrible liar, but you try to keep your face straight either way. “Who he is doesn’t matter, I’m kinda busy right now so if you could just…"

You go to close the door, but he only steps a bit closer, "Wait-! I didn’t know you have a boyfriend!” His expression is more panic stricken now, and dare I say upset,

Ughhhhh fucking Brian .

Suddenly a voice pipes up from behind you, “Is there an issue over here?"

Oh great, another challenger has appeared, and his name is freaking Boromir.

"Wait, who is this then?” His countenance goes kinda sour, “Your other boyfriend?"

You face-palm and slowly drag your hand down your cheek, groaning internally at his horrible timing (also electing to ignore Brian’s bitter comment). "This is… Aaron’s druggie brother, Bo…Beau. He likes meth.”

Brian looks alarmed at your mention of him being a meth head, but you only smile and internally kick yourself for coming up with something like that . “You have crackheads staying at your house?! With how you’ve been recently?! S-Should I-"

You only shake your head once and slam your hand on the wall, "Brian, I am a big girl, and big girls don’t need their coworkers to keep them safe. I’ve been nice, but what I do is literally none of your fucking business, so leave me alone or I’ll call Marissa and tell her about,” you pause and lean forward, whispering with a faux sweet voice, “The janitors closet…"

His face goes pale at the mention of the horrid sight you’d walked into that one faithful Tuesday, and he nods his head in understanding, "R-Right, sorry to bother you! I’ll uh, get going now then. Enjoy your break!"

He’s gone before you even close the door.

You simply stare at the closed door for a few moments, trying to process what the hell just happened.

"Miss Y/N?” Merry calls from behind the couch. “What did he mean by 'how you’ve been’? Are you alright?"

Unable to keep your cool, you reach up and bury your fingers in your hair and groan loudly from frustration, "Ugh! Fucking Brian! Why did you have to open the door to that loser!?” You yell incredulously, pulling on your hair rather harshly. You don’t even entertain the idea of answering that question.

Aragorn seems surprised by your sudden angry outburst, so much so that he steps back and bumps against the wall.

“He’s always in my damn business! Acting like I haven’t caught him doing unmentionable things in that closet! Why him? Why did you think it was a good idea to open the door?!” You don’t mean to yell or to get so angry, but it’s almost like a splash of cold water in the face. A reminder that things are temporary and unexplainable to outsiders. “He’s such a stalker! God, this is going to come back and bite me in the ass!”

You drag your hands down your face and simply stand there for a moment, ignoring all the people gathering in your living room to stare at their mental brake-down having hostess.

“I apologize, I-I didn’t mean to-” Woah he actually trips over his words.

Before he can finish his apology you raise a hand up in a silencing motion. “No, shut up. Don’t apologize I’m not actually mad at you.” It sounds like you are, but you aren’t.

If you were looking at him, you’d see that he visibly relaxes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell I just… he frustrates me. I’m not angry at any of you, I promise.” You drop your hands back to your side and stare at the door for a few moments before turning and walking back into the living room.

“You’re kind of scary,” Sam states from Frodo’s side at the entrance of the kitchen.

You look over at the two and furrow your eyebrows, “Scary? Me? No way. Just a little irritated.” If anything they’re the scary ones, with their swords and evil ring and all that.

You glance back at the dark-haired man still at the front door and bite your lip, “I’m really sorry."

A small and forgiving smile creeps onto his face, and you feel relieved right away. "Perhaps I shouldn’t have opened the door."

This earns a small laugh and nod from you, "Now that freak thinks you’re my homeless male friend and he’s your drugged up brother. Not a very good reputation.” You don’t bother going over calling him your boyfriend in a panic - if they even know what it means in the first place.

Suddenly ever innocent Pippin asks, “What’s meth?"

Lord save your soul.

—

After explaining to everyone what meth is and how you straight up just called Boromir a doped up loser to someone none of them know, you all have a good laugh. And once you’re all done laughing, you join Sam in the kitchen and notice that he’s taken an inventory of your kitchen.

"Hello, chef Ramsay. What can I do for you?” You ask with a cheery smile, watching him go through your cupboard while literally standing on the counter with Frodo watching from the floor.

“Who is chef Ramsay?” Sam asks, looking down at you from his leveraged spot on the counter.

Oh, right, the poor soul doesn’t know the meme.

“Nobody, what are you up to?” You change the subject quickly, a part of you hoping he approves of your kitchen.

“Well… your shelves are lacking a lot. And your… what did you call it, fridge? It is basically empty. What do you eat all week?"

You don’t reply right away, staring holes into him at his obviously spotty memory. "Well, Sam the thing is, I am one woman, and this one woman didn’t think she’d need to buy groceries for 8 men who all eat like they haven’t seen food for the past week… every meal."

"So then perhaps we should go shopping!” He exclaims, closing the cabinet and hopping back down to the tiled floor.

Excuse me, did he just say 'we’? Uh, yeah no.

You shake your head quickly, “No, Sam there aren’t people like you in my world. I can’t take you."

His face falls and he looks around at the kitchen, crestfallen, "But I can’t tell you what to get if I don’t go…"

Aw… he looks so sad. It makes your heart pang uncomfortably, and you find that you wanna make him smile again. "Here, I’ll tell you what. I’ll get some paper and a pen, and you can write down everything you want me to get on that. How does that sound?”

Almost immediately he perks up and nods his head, “Oh, that sounds wonderful!"

Bingo.

"Did you hear that Mr. Frodo? She said she’ll get whatever we want! Come help me make the list!” Okay, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

You gather the things you promised from a drawer to your right, then hand them down to him. “Here you are, dear. Take your time, and I’ll go tomorrow. And don’t forget to ask everyone else what they want.”

Hopefully, you won’t live to regret this.

Without further ado, he rushes out of the kitchen calling for Merry and Pippin.

These fellas are going to bankrupt you… but if you get to see those happy smiles again, then it’s definitely worth it.

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allyvampirelass29 · 4 years

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He Sees You When You’re Scheming

A NOS4A2 Fanfiction By: Allyssa J. Watkins

"You sure you're gonna be okay, here on the floor, after sleeping in that fancy bed all this time, Your Highness?" Vic smarted off, making Ally giggle as she unrolled her sleeping bag.

"To be honest, Vic, it's not the softness of the bed, I lament not having, but the warmth of the bedfellow......."

"Ughhhhh GROSS!!!" Vic scoffed, making a gagging noise as she hurled a pillow at Ally's curly head, causing her to squeal and duck, laughing. "No HORROR stories before bed, Jane, you know the rules!!!" Vic made another face, fending Ally off as she tried to pelt her with her own pillow. "I'll bet anything that bastard husband of yours snores!"

"No...... he doesn't," Ally said much softer, fighting her smile, but not hard enough. "He's so peaceful when he sleeps, like he hasn't got a care in the world, and there's something easeful about the way he breathes, and his brow....... It's pulled back, softened, like he's found happiness in a dream, and no one can take it away from him....."

"You made the right choice to leave him, Ally, you know that right?" Vic said quietly, watching the tears prick her big, sad, green eyes.

"I feel like....... I'm going to die, being away from him, like I don't know how to live if he's not there, laying next to me........" Ally whispered, her voice catching, blinking tears into her eyelashes, not able to look at Vic, knowing how bizarre it must sound to her.

"Yeah, that whole feeling like you're going to die thing's just normal with Charlie. He just has that effect on women, huh?" Vic smiled sadly, elbowing the pale girl, but Ally couldn't find her smile, cupping her hand to her mouth, the tears falling.

"I know it's wrong, I know..... what he's done, to you, to the children, to Jolene, but I-I still want him, Vic. I know you resent me for it, and when the time comes...... I'll help you do what you must, but GOD I love that man......."

"Hey, come on, Jane, I don't freaking resent you, okay? Well, maybe I did, maybe I thought you were some kind of crazy, maybe I still kinda do, alright, but Ally, it ain't your fault. Manx has been working on wooing you since forever. He MADE you love him, Ally, he planned it, you couldn't have stopped yourself from fallin' even if you wanted. He knew all the right things to say, he got into your head, and then he went for the heart. He's had his eye on you your whole damn life." Vic snickered, amused with her next thought. "Look at us, I freaking hate him, you freaking love him, and yet neither of us can shake him."

"It's true," Ally said gently, feeling very small, her knees weak. As mad as it sounds, I don't want to ever shake him....... I want him........ to haunt me."

Vic felt the corner of her lip curl, a little disturbed. You damn crazy chick....... But as she looked at the pain and the want in Jane Austen's eyes, she knew it was true, and it gave her the shakes. "He messed you up so damn good...... Made you love the way he used you, got you addicted to his poison, jonesing for more, and this...... this is just the withdrawals, Ally. You may feel like you're dying, alright, but that ain't death...... that's detox."

Ally smiled sadly, her eyes brightening with a soft glow, and Vic bristled as she hugged her tight. "Thank you, Vic......... I may not be strong, or have it in me to rebel, but you do, and together, with your ferocity and my written fire, we can do this."

Vic awkwardly hugged her back, clapping her shoulder, and then when she wasn't looking, hit her with another pillow. "HELL yeah, we can, Harlequin! What are you talkin' about!? Look at you, you sure look like a rebel to me!!!! Nothing says you can't be girly and badass, Crazy Chick, remember that. Now, get some sleep, and no visions of sugar plums, got it?"

Ally whimpered, hugging her pillow tight. "I was his Sugar Plum...... That's what he called me......"

"No shit. I may have heard that perv say it once or twice. For what it's worth, Ally, he loves you, I can see it, I can freaking feel it, Manx fell for his own line, but remember....... He loved Jo too, and she's dead."

Ally felt the chills prickle unwanted across her skin, wriggling down into her sleeping bag, pulling the studded shoulder black denim jacket Vic gave her tight. An odd silence creeping between them. In a lot of ways, they both had been Jo. The before........ and the after.

"She was lucky to have you as her friend, Victoria. And, so am I......." Ally encouraged sweetly, her voice warming the empty silence.

Vic cringed at her full name, and yet she didn't mind it quite so much when this Manx said it. Friends? Yeah, I guess we are...... How the hell did that happen? We're so damned different. Love and Hate, Sweet and Sour, Lace and Leathers, and yet we're both gonna do it...... Kick Charlie Manx's Christmas Lovin' ASS!!! We're the only chicks ever that have a real shot at killing Christmas. I couldn't save her from him, Ally, but I can save you. It's what Jo woulda wanted."

Ally nodded solemnly, the emotion flashing in Vic's dark eyes, and away again twice as fast. Damn it Jo, you should really be here........ you're missing all the fun. She wished that badass dame was standing with them right now, telling her story, rallying the troops...... If anybody could put Ally on a Manx Detox, it was Jo.

"You woulda liked her, Jane, she was kind of the perfect blend of both of us....... Loving that Son of a Bitch like you do, and hating him like me......."

"I feel her lingering shadow on us both......." Ally whispered, settling down into her pillow drowsily, pulling her sleeping bag up to her chin. "This is her fight, we're just the ones finishing it......."

"Hell yeah, Rebel. We got this....... See you in the morning."

Ally felt herself start to drift away, even before Victoria had left the room, dancing in and out of lost dreams, reality and conjured memory confused, melting together in her tired mind, as she felt Charlie against her body, and then he would fade, hear his even breathing, and then be met with lonely silence when she opened her eyes, half asleep, reaching for him. Then it felt like he was staying longer and longer, his absences dwindling between fever dreams, the scent of him, that black licorice, and smoked gingerbread, peppermint, and exhaust, fell over her, and she breathed it in, intoxicated, feeling the full weight of his beautiful body laying on top of hers, his breath on her lips, as their mouths almost touched.

"Don't scream."

Ally's eyelashes fluttered open in a daze, her parted lips frowning, looking up, as the fleeting flash of Charlie's dark features surfaced from the darkness. That's odd....... Wait, why would he say-? She felt the tremor in her heart, the frantic uptick, as she realized she wasn't dreaming, the lines of his body, the intensity of his black eyes, appearing in startling, sharp focus.

She went to cry out, warn Vic, and his warm, supple glove pressed hard against her open mouth.

"I said....... DON'T scream. What's the matter, Allyssa? I thought you wanted me to haunt you........" He whispered tauntingly, his smirk deadly, his eyes gleaming fierce in the dark.

Ally rushed to get up, when she felt his body press against hers, forcing her back down, grasping both of her hands, pressing their entwined fingers against her chest, to hold her down, and keep her still.

"NO!!!! No no no no, you can't be here, Charlie, no please," She pleaded, struggling against him.

"But you'll die without me......" He whispered spitefully, clenching her hands tighter, simpering over her, letting her overwhelm his senses, and then he paused with a frown, wrinkling his nose.

"What the HELL has she made you wear?" Ally shuddered as Charlie ripped open the sleeping bag, the zipper flying, looking down aghast at her new McQueen Makeover. "Dear God, she IS trying to kill me....... No wife of MINE is ever going to wear any such biker grunge, and- and- he growled, his nostrils flaring, clawing at her shorts, pulling a fiber free, studying it with a disdainful scowl. "Cut-offs."

"Something's wrong," Ally breathed, even as she looked up at Charles, feeling him, yes, but it was not fully realized, there was something airy about his body flush against hers. Something surreal at work.

"Why yes, I should say so, just look at what horror she's inflicted upon your curls!" Ally felt his fingers digging at her halfback ponytail, yanking her hair free of the black velvet scrunchie, pulling the intermittent braids loose in a disgruntled huff. She purposefully turned her pale cheek inward intending to scratch it on his nail, and they both froze, when she couldn't feel it.

"You're not really here......"

She thrust both hands up to cup his face, and then gasped, as she felt the faint sensation of his cleanshaven cheek, but watched as the air rippled around his handsome outline, distorting the illusion.

"Clever girl," Charlie whispered, impressed. "So thoughtful of you to sneak off with one of my handy little candy canes, so that we might commune in secret, my scheming minx.

"No! I didn't! I never took it, I don't know how you're doing this!" She insisted vehemently, and he smirked down at his rebellious bride, making her shiver as he ran his hands down her body, reaching behind her knee, untying one of her black lace stockings, before slipping a small peppermint candy cane from the back of it, and she gasped, horrified, shivering against him as he spoke.

"That IS where you kept it, isn't it......? After you stole it off me, your knife, like some common street wench, pickpocket......."

"Charlie...... Please, I-I had to, I'm sorry-"

"No more lies, no more deceit. No more waiting," He growled, angrily kissing her cheek, holding it in his projected claws. Tell me where you are, so I can come to you both, and we can finish this......."

"Never," She whispered under her breath, her chest rising with her resolve, expecting his violent rage, when instead it was his tenderness he employed, letting his lips drift against her delicate neck in feathery-light, almost there trails, making her murmur with elicited ecstasy.

"This is my inscape, My Dearest Love, you're in MY World, remember? I will FIND you before whatever frail plot can take wing against me........The only question is........ Will I grant you amnesty, My Sweet, or make you suffer alongside your new partner in crime."

She gasped as he grabbed the front of her black denim jacket, pulling her up against him. "You are NOT Vic McQueen, you're BETTER than her, you're Allyssa Jolene Manx, MY WIFE!!! You're nothing like that crass, classless strumpet, so don't you DARE dress like her!!!" He leaned down over her, his lip protruding in a snarl. "If I were there, really there....... I'd make you take it off....... every heinous last stitch." They both stared at each other, eyes locked, the silence intensifying, the heat rising between their bodies, sighing desirous, at the same time, and Ally got an awfully dangerous idea.

"You mean...... like this.....?" She whispered flirtatiously, and Charlie watched transfixed, his lip slightly trembling with his hunger for her, his anger, as she lifted herself up onto her elbows, and slowly inched the denim jacket off her bare shoulders, looking deep into his eyes, as she wriggled out of it.

"Go on......." Charlie rasped, in an aching demand, flinging the studded jacket away. "I don't think you've quite finished........"

She stared up into the depths of his soul, drowning in his obsidian fire, reaching to hold his floating cheek in her doting palm, and he relented to her touch, fending off his climbing desire for her lips. He watched her fingers fumble down the front of her shirt, finding the hem of her very Vic-like, tie-dyed black tank top, and he watched mesmerized, barely breathing, as she inched it nervously up her bare stomach, her hands shaking more and more the higher it climbed. His breath caught, and he rushed to stop her, gently pressing his hand over her trembling one, to still it.

"No........ No, no, My Virgin Queen, forgive me....... Not like this......" He cooed, and she blushed, feverish, as he inched down her body to kiss her exposed navel, making her toes tingle. Not until the other business is finished, not until I can touch you, really, truly touch you, will I behold, your beautiful nakedness, struck to my soul by that white hot lightning, of skin that's never been touched......."

She breathed deeply, her hand still shaking underneath his, and he kissed her stomach again, even more tenderly, making the wood floor beneath her feel like sand, sinking into it, his lips, even in their faint reach, so soft.

"Tell me where you are........" He coaxed, his breath tickling her bare stomach. "Do not torture me, not like this...... Ally, you've proved yourself my equal in Creative Talent, a worthy adversary, but we both know how this ends...... You won't take my children from me. You could never do that, not you my sweet, affectionate wife!!!"

"I wouldn't have to, Charles........." she whispered back, anguished, holding his beautiful raven head to her stomach, stroking his hair. "If you'd only just let them go, let them be as they once were. That's all we want, Baby........ Please." Ally felt the tears stream down her face, exhaling vanquished, feeling his fury in his hot breath, yanking free of her grasp.

"BE as they once were?" He rasped mockingly, snapping up his coifed head, his eyes smouldering. "Unloved, neglected, miserably LOST!? NO!!! They are MINE, they have been...... FOUND."

His growl was low, emanating from deep inside his chest, moving back up her body, knee against her bare thigh, pinning her arms above her head, and she didn't fight him. "They are mine. They are HAPPIER with me....... and deep down you know it. I am a good father, a loving husband, YOU were happy with me....... once. You crave me, even now, don't think I can't FEEL it. Don't you see? She's poisoned you, my apple white, hoping I'll bite. His voice ached, his touch tender, as he gently eased her tank top back down over her stomach, resting his hand there.

"Shall I do the same to you, My Wife? In this grand rescue scheme, where I die, and that wanton lush, Victoria saves you, is that what you want, to BE as you once were? The sad little doll broken by an unforgiving world, left to languish, unloved? Did I not take you, shattered, into my arms, and fix it? Love you, cherish you? I saved you, not HER. Can you help me...... Mister Manx?" He whispered cruelly, using her own words against her, his voice snide in its scathe, brushing his gloved finger across her trembling lip.

"You did....... You fixed a broken doll, repaired her cracked heart, Sweet Toymaker, and that was the best day of my life, save the brightest hour I married you, and became your wife. I am ever still euphoric in my happiness with you, Charles, but I had a choice....... These poor darlings, these precious, innocent souls did not....... when you turned them into the monsters they once feared."

Charlie scoffed, knitting his brow, confused, incredulous. "Whatever do you mean? Do not paint them as abominations, that's not you, that's HER talking. They're beautiful....... They look like their father, My Love. I made them strong, gave them some bite, in case anyone dared try hurt them again. They did have a choice....... they chose me. They chose not to follow their tragic childhoods into their fated ends, fall apart in their broken homes. They need me....... They cry out to me, all over the world, how can I stand idle, and not save them?

Charlie hung his shiny black head, squeezing his eyes shut to hide his raw emotion from her, his voice breaking on the words, and she reached for him, hands on his face, smoothing back an errant strand that had worked itself free of his handsome coif.

"I understand........ why you do it, Charles, but what began as so noble a pursuit, has taken on a dark purpose, a frightening turn. Think of all those parents missing their precious ones, their hearts breaking just to hear their children laugh again, all the presents they can't buy on Christmas. How can you part them, deny so priceless a gift?

Charles furled his lip, feeling the pain in his heart, the memory of his piercing agony when he thought Millie lost to him forever. Taken away from the father that loved her more than anything else in his damnable human life. "I never take a child from a happy home, Ally, I promise you....... I punish the bad parents who do not deserve their children, and by throwing in your lot with Vic, it is you who passes judgement on the Good Father, the only man that can give them everything. Tell me where you are........ and I promise, I'll finish her off quick.

"No," Ally breathed, and he took her chin roughly in his grasp, with a disdainful eyebrow raise. "Very well, then you will watch every night as I finish her slowly, draw out her screams until they become my new symphony. I'll even let you pen a verse or two......." He smirked, his lip curling in the corner, his eyes lethal. "Where are you, Ally? I TOLD you to FINISH it, and instead you stay away with her, in hiding, delaying, driving me mad with the waiting. Tell me, and I'll let you journey to the outside world. Deny your husband again, and those pretty chains I forged special for you, will be your new best friends."

"I'm sorry, Charles........" She whispered, brushing her lip against his, and he furrowed his brow. “I will come back to you, you have my word, but not until they are freed, she is safe, and Christmasland belongs again to the pure soul, I have saved from his own darkness........ Forgive me."

Ally thrust her thumb forward hard, and Charlie's face fell as he heard the snap of the candy cane, grasping for her, panicked.

"DAMN it, NO!!!! NO, Allyssa Jolene you don't know what you've just DONE!!!!!" He raged, seizing her wrist, and she gasped, as his dark visage flashed away in a burst of white static, the weight against her body, the clamp on her wrist withdrawn. She sank back onto the soft sleeping bag, breathing hard, exhausted, and the broken pieces of the candy cane fell from her hand, clattering onto the wood floor.

Vic appeared, wide-eyed, tapping on the door frame. "Hey uhh I heard a lot of noise from the front room, you okay, down here, Harlequin? You have a bad dream or somethin'?"

"The worst........" Ally answered in an escaped breath, her eyes still closed.

Come and find me, Charlie Manx..........

#charlie manx x oc #charlie manx #vic mcqueen #jolene july #nos4a2 #christmasland #paranormal romance #paradise for the lost

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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Two Hungry Souls // Arthur Fleck x Reader // soft comfort.

Written for @anti-peach in a time of great need. Darling, I hope this helps you. I truly do.

Summary: What I need is some cuddles. Since he's also touch starved (clearly much more than I am), I'd love just some intimate moments where it's meaningful contact with sweet words thrown it. Conversation about how lack of love and intimacy hurts and how happy we are to have found each other. Maybe its like the first time in the relationship either have been ready for intimate contact. Nothing smutty obviously, but just like- sweet stuff.

Word count: 1, 675.

This smol bean look at him ughhhhh~ imagine being blessed enough to wake up to this every day! <3

“Hey, Arthur?” You called from where you were settled in bed, leaning against the headboard. “The Murray Show is on! Hurry up~” You turned the last word upwards into a sing song voice and you smiled despite your overall mood at the sound of dishes being shoved unceremoniously into the sink and the quick padding of his bare feet across the apartment’s threadbare carpet.

“Yay, Murray!” Arthur’s smile was full faced and natural, his eyes glowing as he threw himself down beside you on the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly with the force of his enthusiasm. His voice was soft and his tone childlike, filled to the brim with excitement. He loved the Murray show, even the reruns. His shoulder touched your fleshier one as he sunk into the mattress, and he jerked away as if he had burned you, his eyes quickly shooting to yours to gauge your reaction.

“It’s okay,” You smiled, the ghost of his brief yet welcomed touch still haunting your skin in the form of goose pimples. “You can lean against me.”

Arthur frowned gently, the crease in his brow furrowed. “N-no i-it’s okay, I don’t - “ He cleared his throat and tried again, “Don’t wanna bother you.”

“It’s hardly a bother if I invited you, is it?”

Arthur’s eyes searched yours earnestly. A slow, wide smile spread across his emaciated face as he realised slowly and with much disbelief that you were being serious. You wanted him to touch you. Even in the innocent context that it was meant in did it spread a blush like wild fire across his face.

“Can we...” Arthur leaned against your shoulder again, gently easing his weight onto you like he was afraid you were a delusion, like he would fall across the bed holding nothing but the cold, empty air. When at last was his weight fully against your side did he breathe a quiet sigh of relief.

As your eyes fluttered closed - such a simple touch could leave your head spinning - you decided that you wanted more.

It hadn’t escaped your notice that Arthur hadn’t finished his question and you also didn’t fail to see that almost subconsciously was he leaning further into you, trying to get as close as he physically could. He was only wearing charcoal grey trousers, leaving his top half naked. The material of your green zip up hoodie was a comforting sensation against Arthur’s tired, worn down and bruised skin.

“’Can we’ what, honey?” Tentatively did you reach out a hand to thread your fingers through Arthur’s own, squeezing his hand gently in yours. You squeezed a little harder this time as you silently encouraged Arthur to say what he wanted. It was something you were both learning alongside each other; to ask when you wanted something. So used were you to being denied by yourselves and by others that being able to ask and to receive was an entirely novel concept which you both adored having found in the other.

“Can we cuddle?”

Oh, help you, that was exactly what you wanted. “Yes!” The word ripped from your lips before you even fully registered Arthur’s words, and his answering beam had you positively glowing as he pulled you into his arms. The opening instrumental of the Murray Show started to play as Arthur took you into his arms, your head easily finding his chest. Your ears immediately found his heart beat and you pressed down, wanting to hear your most favourite sound like it was inside your own mind; a tattoo inside the part of the brain that remembered sounds and tortured you with refrains of unfinished songs you could no longer remember the name of.

Arthur’s small chuckle and his muttered “woah” as you got comfortable without your conscious mind telling you to slow down, to ask if it was okay, to ask if Arthur was okay with this made you pause, but his hand found your dyed hair, his slender fingers gently untangling any knots it encountered. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” His voice was so quiet, so intimate, that it made that long since neglected, ignored part of your heart sing in amazement. “Take what you want from me. It’s all yours if you want it.”

You pulled your head up from his chest somewhat reluctantly to look up at him. “What about you? What do you want?”

With an awkward bend to his spine did Arthur press a lingering, tender kiss to your forehead. “S’okay,” He hummed, “I’ve got everything I need right here.” Emphatically did he kiss your forehead again, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid that you would leave him. Nothing could hurt him more than his fear of losing you in any meaning of the term. You were his double edged blade - you were his happiness but you could also craft his doom if you so chose. He was the same for you and carefully did you keep each other on the same side of the line - the side where you carved your lives out together, creating a person who makes you believe that everything the world tries to tell you isn’t real, is real - that everything is true. Love did exist in its purest form - you were cuddled up to him right now, your head rising and falling gently with his every breath, his heartbeat in your ear and his arms wrapped around you cosily.

A soft noise left your throat but you pushed it down, blinked the tears away before they fell, before Arthur felt them against his warm, soft skin, and just enjoyed the moment of feeling Arthur under you, his skin on yours and his lips in your hair, breathing you in, and you just sunk into the feeling of being loved and being in love the way you sink into a hot bath; slowly, carefully in case you get scalded, and then all at once with a full bodied sigh of quiet relief.

As the show was half way done and the adverts played across the television did you raise your head to look at Arthur. You turned, blocking his view of the television screen. Arthur’s hands dropped to your plush hips as he squeezed gently, just looking at you.

“I’m so happy we found each other.” You leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek, coming forward even more to rest your forehead against his.

“I never dared to think - “ Arthur couldn’t say that he had never dared to dream, because he had. Oh, you both had yearned and dreamed of meeting someone like the other, of meeting someone who loved you as fiercely and as strongly as you loved them, but in your pain and your sorrow, that weird numb feeling which stole all sense of time and direction, had you been forced to learn the true meaning of patience. Finding each other quite by chance had been no reward, but it had been a simple case of being in the right place at the right time, a chance encounter which had led to the most beautiful, devastating relationship you had ever experienced or would ever experience again.

“I thought I wasn’t able to be loved.” You whispered quietly, as if you were afraid that speaking the words which so often haunted you would be drawn into reality; that even speaking them makes the sentiment real. It was a fear Arthur knew all too well and immediately did his hands move from your hips to cup your face in his hands. His hands were hot against your skin, and as the instrumental sounded out from the old television again to announce that The Murray Show was continuing did he tilt his head to kiss you. His lips were soft, warm and dry against your own. Even here in the bed, cuddled up under the duvet and watching television together, your bodies touching, there was no thought of sex. There was only sympathy, tenderness, love and affection and the new but so welcomed knowledge that you and Arthur were in love and would always be in love.

“No, angel,” Arthur shook his head, your forehead tingling as his rubbed against yours with the movement. “Don’t ever think that. I won’t let you think that.”

“But - “

“No,” Arthur sighed out the word, his breath washing gently over your face, you pulled back slightly, just enough to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. His hands slid down your face and came to wrap around your back. He hugged you tightly to him, the both of you sighing in various degrees of relief and love, “It’s not you that can’t love or be loved. It’s the world. Look what it’s done to you, to both of us. It’s,” He sighed deeply, his ribs becoming more prominent against his skin as he inhaled, and then becoming less so as he exhaled; he was so thin. “It’s crazy.” The last word became another sigh, almost as if Arthur had run out of steam.

Perhaps he had.

In any case, as you both got settled down again, finding joy in such a simple pleasure; touching and being touched by another living person, though the force of the gravity of the love you held for one another was so strong that everything was amplified. Sometimes you felt so much love it was like you physically couldn’t handle it and that it was going to burst forth from you uncontrollably. Sometimes it did and you were left with tears running down your face as you thought about Arthur and all that he meant to you.

As the Murray show came to a close and the television played another old re run of a different stand up show did the two of you stay together, basking in the love which you both had thought would never be yours.

But the old saying, as annoying and cliche as it was, was true:

Never say never.

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gingerwritess · 5 years

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i dunno if anyones asked for this since you’ve said you have a bunch of requests but!! how about the moment loki realizes he wants to marry reader? like that Aha moment of “shes the one” sorta thing

no one has but i am SO GLAD that you did!

btw i never thank you all enough for commenting, reblogging, dropping asks, etc. it really keeps me going and i am forever and eternally grateful for all the support i just love you all so much ughhhhh thank yoU

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It’s three in the morning and something shatters. A window, on the second floor of the Avengers compound, completely and utterly obliterated—oops.

At the crash Loki flies from the bed, yanking himself out of the peaceful sleep he had just been enjoying. He’s already gripping a knife in his hand and he inches his way to the window, the shattered glass crunching under his footsteps, and he glances cautiously out the window to find—you?

Yes, you, the mortal fool he can’t help but proudly call his, are standing on the lawn below his window, not moving and staring back up at him with both hands clapped over your mouth in shock.

“What…what have you done?” Loki whisper yells down to you, a breath of relief leaving his lungs at seeing it’s just you. “Good gods, mortal, the sun hasn’t even risen!”

You just open your mouth in a silent scream, moving your hands up to grip your head—that wasn’t supposed to happen! Your arm isn’t even that good, definitely not enough power (or so you thought) to shatter Loki’s window like that.

“I was, uh, throwing rocks at your window! You know, Dicaprio’s Romeo and Juliet style?”

Even from your spot down on the grass, you can see Loki’s face scrunch up in confusion. “Oh my—are you ill? Intoxicated?? Who told you that was a good idea?”

“I thought you of all people would appreciate it.” You shrug and flash him a sheepish grin, shuffling your feet on the grass below his window. “I dunno, I was just trying to be romantic?”

“Romantic?! Darling, you shattered a window!” He hisses down to you, running a tired hand over his face. “It’s too early for this…meet me at the front door, I’ll be right down.”

For the record, it would have been perfectly romantic if the glass hadn’t broken, but since when has your relationship with Loki ever gone the way you expected? So you just grin up at him and bounce excitedly on the balls of your feet as he shakes his head at you, then you bolt to the door.

He’s there waiting for you when you round the corner, leaning his head against the doorway and squinting for you through the darkness of the early morning. “Now that you’re finished destroying this property, care to tell me why you’re here?” He halfheartedly returns your hug when you barrel into him and give him a good squeeze around the waist. “Oof. One of these days you’re going to crack a rib.”

“You awake yet?” You mumble and grin into his chest, not letting go until he sighs and melts into your embrace, relaxing his tense muscles and letting himself just be hugged.

“Hardly. Why in all the nine realms are you here at this ungodly hour?”

“I’ve got an idea,” you sing and lean back to look up at him with a grin. “Go get dressed. Or don’t, those sweatpants make your butt look cute.”

“Norns, love, find an ounce of dignity, would you?”

He really should say no. He should politely turn down whatever crazy plan you’ve concocted and return to his bed, wake up at his usual hour, and continue on with the coming day as he had previously expected.

But you’re standing here with your arms around him, after shattering his window in an disgustingly cliché attempt to woo him, in what appears to be your sleep wear: it’s not often he gets to see you in such personal clothes as these.

It almost feels a little too…intimate.

They’re hardly dignified, unlike his layers of loose tunics with their embroidered arms and cotton pants, no, yours appear to be old. Battered, used, much too large for your body, unlike anything he nor any deity would be seen in for the life of them—yet as he looks at you, taking in your purely natural and comforting state of apparent dress, he can only dream of holding you.

Holding you and hugging you to his chest and just being warm, comfortable, untroubled and secure in your promising embrace for the rest of eternity.

…the rest of eternity?

“Something tells me I have no say in this matter,” he sighs and leans forward to kiss you; that smile on your face and little spark in your eye have his chest in knots.

And oh, how you wind your arms around his neck when he kisses you, curling your gentle fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck just to make sure he stays on your lips as long as you need him to, his mind goes fuzzy and he can’t help but pull you closer.

“Sorry ‘bout the window,” you whisper and he chuckles, his lips brushing yours with every movement.

“Replaceable…” he can’t finish his thought, because now you’ve parted your lips ever so slightly and dear gods, there’s something minty on your tongue and it’s addicting.

Toothpaste, he eventually pieces together, but somehow only heightening the trance your lips have put him under. You must’ve woken up and come straight over—Loki allows himself to wonder for a split second if he was the first thing on your mind when you woke up.

Of course he was.

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” you gasp and pull away from him with a loud smack. “We’ve got stuff to do. You comin’ or not?”

“Naturally. Though I have to admit I’m terrified.” He reaches behind him and closes the door, taking your hand and letting you lead him to the car parked at the curb. “First you break my window, now you’re abducting me for some early morning escapade…tell me, where do you plan on taking me?”

“In bed, obviously,” you hum without missing a beat and open the door, shoving him into the passenger seat. Loki’s jaw drops—having a less than appropriate sense of humor is his job—and he thinks he feels his face flush when you wink at him.

“I—goodness. Is that where we’re off to?” He stuttering behind his grin, evidently enjoying and a little impressed by your comment.

“Don’t get too excited.” You turn the car on and a soft melody fills the car, something acoustic and darkly smooth and pining over an almost-lost lover. It’s calming, really, and you drive away into the morning’s darkness with one hand on the wheel, the other draped over the centre consol inching subtly towards Loki’s hand resting on his knee—okay, not very subtly.

He notices, of course, and takes your hand before you reach his, twining his fingers between yours and bringing it to his lips. “If you want to hold my hand,” he chuckles and presses his lips repeatedly over the back of your hand, “you don’t need to ask. You know these hands are only for you.”

“Damn right.” Your heart skips a beat and you grin over at him. The roads are empty around you, little markings glowing on the street flying past the windows into the darkness. It’s perfectly peaceful, even with how early it is, just to be driving into nothingness with your hands intertwined, Loki’s lips on the back of yours—wait a minute.

That’s a pretty midgardian “boyfriend” thing to do.

“Loki, did someone tell you to do that with my hand?”

Loki freezes with his lips on your hand like a deer in caught headlights. “No, of course not. What, am I not allowed to kiss your hand?”

You shrug—that was weird. It’s probably best not to push it, so you just give his hand a reassuring squeeze and turn your gaze back to the road. Nothing but the soft music playing fills the car until Loki pipes up again a couple troubled minutes later, not looking at you.

“I can’t lie to you,” he sighs. “I…might have done some research.”

“What?”

“I wanted…I wanted to make sure I’m fulfilling my duties as your ‘boyfriend,’ so I did some research to make sure I’m meeting the criteria.”

Oh my god, my heart.

“You did?” You glance over at him with a smile tugging at your lips, heart swelling.

He nods. “Google and…I believe it was Pinterest were most helpful. They said I should hold and kiss your hand while driving, and seeing how you refuse to let me drive—”

“You’ve almost killed us like, four times.”

“—that’s beside the point. Since you won’t let me drive, this will have to suffice.”

You can’t help but start laughing, and he quickly drops your hand and pushes it back towards you. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted that article,” he starts rambling, and you can tell he’s red in the face. “It just—it said that’s how to ‘keep your lover happy,’ and I assumed since it was written by midgardians, you must want that from me as well, and—”

“Loki!” You laugh and grab his hand again, holding it tightly. “Do you think I’m not happy?”

He casts his gaze down to his lap and tries to tug his hand away from you. “I…I don’t know.”

“Oh my—Loki, sunshine, I’m more than happy,” you promise and this time bring his hand to your lips, one hand on the wheel and the other keeping his hand still so you can kiss it with grinning lips. “How could I be anything less than happy with you in my life? You’re the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.”

“Oh.” He’s quiet for a moment, searching for words worthy of your affections. “That’s…wonderful to hear.”

Silence settles over the car again, save the music, but you can tell there’s something more on the tip of Loki’s tongue that he’s holding back. “You alright, sunshine?”

His gaze darts to you for a split second and he flashes you a tight-lipped smile. “Never better. Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise!”

“How wonderful.”

“Don’t worry,” you laugh, reaching over to pat his knee. “We’re almost there, you’ll see. I think you’re gonna like it.”

“I certainly hope so,” he jokingly sighs. “You ruined a perfectly enjoyable night of sleep for this.”

“Just trust me.”

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Trusting you is new to Loki...but never once has it let him down.

You’ve brought Loki up winding paths and steep dirt roads to a tiny, empty dirt lot on the top of a hill, a little cliff overlooking the entire city sleeping below.

Not bad for Midgard.

It’s still dark out and Loki follows your lead, keeping quiet when you turn off the car and pop the back, beckoning him to come join you.

“Come sit with me.” You pat the space next to you, on a cozy-looking blanket in the back of the car. “Hurry up and get comfy, it’s only gonna be a couple more minutes!”

“Until what?” Pushing aside his pride, he sighs and hoists himself into the back of the car, crawling over to sit next to you. You immediately lift his arm up and nestle into his side—damn you.

That awful, addicting warmth spreads through his frozen chest.

He’s almost used to it by now.

“You’ll see,” you grin and pull a blanket up to your chin; he’s still a bit of a cold cuddle-buddy, but hey, you’ll deal with it.

Not two seconds of being under his arm, his thumb starts tracing figure-eights on your shoulder and immediately your eyes start to droop, the early morning breeze brushing softly at your face and ruffling Loki’s unusually curly hair. Something sweet is in the air—peaches, you guess, there must be a grove nearby.

Light begins to peek through your closed eyelids, and you quickly open them and sit up straighter against Loki’s chest, tapping his leg to make sure he’s awake.

“See?” You spread your arms proudly in front of you, the blanket and your giant t-shirt slipping off one shoulder as you do. “Told ya it’d be worth it.”

Words don’t seem to be working all that well for the silver-tongued god right now.

It’s a sunrise, clearly, and certainly not the first one Loki’s ever seen. Maybe the first on Midgard, but really, he hadn’t expected much.

This, however, is the hand of the gods at work, it has to be.

The sky is filled with the most beautiful, precise brushstrokes, a masterpiece of sky blues and golden hues crashing into one another, interrupted by coils of cotton clouds that he finds himself wanting to touch, good gods, what is wrong with him?

And you, ever the surpriser, look over your shoulder with a grin and drop your arms back to your sides, slipping once again under the blanket and nestling into him.

“Gotcha.”

Speechless, you mean. It doesn’t happen very often.

His head dips to press his lips to your head, eyes drifting shut and just letting the new sunlight wash over him.

“It’s warm,” he mumbles a moment later, and you crack an eye open.

You didn’t think about that.

“I’m sorry, Loki, do you want to go back now?” You attempt to sit back up but Loki’s arm holds true.

“It’s warm and it’s wonderful,” he continues, rubbing a reassuring hand over your arm. “I haven’t...I’m speechless, love. I have no words to describe this.”

You look up from his shoulder with a small smile, catching the way the sunlight glints off his pale complexion the same way that the sun reflects off freshly fallen snow. His eyes have a warmth to them that you’ve honestly never seen before…right now, he looks different.

He looks soft, for the first time in his life.

The angles and planes and sharpness of his features have softened to careful waves that you reach up to caress without thinking, and he blinks into the early morning sunlight.

“You’re gonna hurts your eyes if you keep staring at the sun,” you chuckle, tilting his face towards you to sneak a kiss to his lips.

“It will be worth it, this is…” he trails off, half-heartedly kissing you back when you do. “This...you’ll have to forgive me for speaking so candidly, but...I—th-this is the first time Midgard has ever felt like home.”

You pause and pull away from him slowly, a hand still resting on his cheek. Hopefully the surprise doesn’t show too clearly on your face; that was a lot, coming from Loki, and full of raw emotion and stuttering and the poor guy is terrified, you can see it in his stinging eyes.

“That’s the great thing about homes,” you smile, kissing him softly once more before wiggling to lay your head in his lap, clutching onto his thigh in a perfectly odd, oddly perfect little hug. “They’re relative. And I want you to always feel at home, ‘kay?”

“You are my home.”

You glance up at him, winking in the sunlight. “You’re such a sap, Loki.”

The god smiles weakly, cheeks a beautiful rosy gold as the sunrise bounces off his blush. He touches his fingertips to his lips before bringing them down to rest on your cheek, lightly brushing his fingers over your warm skin as your eyes drift shut.

You’re glowing, golden light illuminating your figure right on his lap.

There it is again, that sick warmth spreading through his chest as he gazes down at you—he wants to hold you again.

Gods, he’s never been one for hugs, but right now...nothing could possibly be better than being engulfed in your embrace, your hands clutching his back and your face buried in his neck, chest to chest and—

His heart twists. You’re so cozy, hugging his thigh and perfectly content with falling asleep on his lap, so peacefully in this position that he resolves to just run his hands over your hair and brush his thumb along your jaw.

You look like home. Feel like home.

Home that he can’t lose, a home he needs to hold dear for the rest of eternity. Whether that be his eternity or yours, the god doesn’t care; he will love you for all eternities.

“I am going to marry you,” he whispers to himself, tracing his finger impossibly light along your lips. “I will marry you.”

You shift on his lap to look up to him, a smile on your lips, eyes closed and adorably groggy.

“You better,” you mumble, grabbing his hand and pulling it over to press a warm kiss to his knuckles. “Marry the hell outta me, Loki.”

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captainillogical · 5 years

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Devil’s Ballroom ch.3

A year after the events from the earth’s final attack, Little Homeworld is finally complete, and there’s a new jazz bar where gems and humans mingle and drink. - As you’re typing back a reply, someone pulls the stool out next to you and takes a seat. You see a sliver of pink out of the corner of your eye as you try not to actually Look. Oh god. It’s her. God can’t help us now.

Spinel/Reader

collab with my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants

She sets her mostly empty drink down on the counter, and turns to look at you when Bismuth walks over again, stealing her gaze right back.

“That was nice, Spinel. I think that was my favorite song of yours yet.” She says to her. “You want another round?”

“Aw jeez, thanks I guess, Bis.” Spinel says sheepishly. “And yeah, I think I’ll need it tonight.”

You pretend that nothing weird has ever happened to you at all in your life, and down the rest of your drink. You want like, 5 more of these and then you'll be able to deal with this.

Y/N: Yeah. I remember the night. She's also sitting right next to me. Uh.

Alex: for real

Y/N: I might be internally having a panic attack.

Bismuth pours Spinel her drink, and she sighs. "It's just, today was kind of rough. Blue called and wanted to apologize for things that she doesn't need to be apologizing about, and I kind of wish they'd calm down a little and let me exist in peace."

Bismuth nods. "Steven has talked a lot about them. They seem really difficult to be around, if I'm going to be honest. They don't quite get.. real people problems."

"You have no idea." She replies, and takes a long drink. “They don’t even understand privacy. I couldn’t do anything without them basically following me everywhere. It was stifling.”

“Seriously, I’m not sure what I expected from the Diamonds, but if you told me that 5000 years ago, I wouldn’t have believed you at all.” Bismuth says, “I’m just glad you have some much needed breathing room.”

“It was long overdue. Several months in their presence was more than enough.”

Bismuth gives Spinel a tired smile, and turns to you.

“How are you holdin up there, Y/N?” She hands you another drink. “You’ve only been here 25 minutes or so, and you’re on your 3rd already. That kinda night?”

“Err, just in the mood I guess.” You reply and laugh. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop. Bismuth turns away to a couple of other patrons and busies herself making a few mixed drinks for them.

Alex: dude kick her for almost killing ur dad

Y/N: What, and get myself killed? Fuck no.

Alex: ur a pussy

Harper: did she say anything about you taking a pic?

Y/N: No! Please don’t curse me.

“You know, if you wanted a pic so bad of myself, you could’ve asked.” Spinel says, turning to face you directly. You stare at your phone and can feel your face heating up for being called out. You can feel your mouth working way faster than your brain can even comprehend.

“My friends are shitheads and didn’t believe me when I said I saw someone cute on stage.” You say, and immediately shut your mouth. If you could sink into the floor right now and disappear forever, that would be great. God doesn’t grant you this though, and you curse him for it. “I mean.. I’m sorry. That was rude of me to do without your permission.” She grins.

“Ya know, I didn’t actually see who did it, I just saw the general direction of the flash and walked towards it, and happened to find an empty seat next to someone looking fairly nervous.” She laughs. “Way to out yourself there.”

You look at her. Fucking goddammit. “I seem to be doing a lot of that today. Ughhhhh.” You drag your hand down your face in dramatic fashion, and take a drink. You’re starting to feel the alcohol slowly take a small bit of effect. “Song was nice by the way.”

“Oh, thanks.” She looks a bit surprised, like she’s not used to compliments. Hm.

“I’m not so musically talented myself, but uh. I can make some mean enchiladas. AND I can make a calculator spell the word “boobs”.” You say, like it’s somehow impressive.

“What’s an enchilada?” Spinel looks at you suspiciously. Oh right. Gem.

“It’s.. food. Hold on.” You say and pull up an internet browser to google the definition of enchiladas so you can show her a pic. You see the group chat go off a couple times and keep swiping away your friend’s rapid texts, knowing that they’re asking you too many questions right now and you’re determined to show this alien one of your favorite foods. Tonight sure is a weird night. You find a good pic of enchiladas, and turn your phone towards her. “See? Tortilla, cheese, meat. Great stuff. You can even change some of the ingredients and make them a couple different ways. All pretty good if I do say so myself.” You say as she looks at it, and you can see your phone chime with another message notification. You pull your phone away quickly before she has any chance to see whatever the fuck your friends are talking about.

“Humans are strange.” She replies, a pondering look on her face. She takes another drink and sets the glass down gently, keeping her hand lightly on the glass. You notice her fingernails are short and clean. You wonder if they grow like human nails? You wonder how similar gems are to humans in general. “You guys have to eat to survive? And you all grow so much all the time, and you’re constantly changing. You can’t even grow limbs back, or shapeshift. What’s the point?”

“The point?” You laugh. “I mean, science IS advancing and we can grow organs from plants, in a lab. Can’t grow limbs back.. yet. I can’t exactly change being human. Besides, you gems as a race don’t exactly look like you have any fun at all. Being human is all about having new experiences.” You say.

“Well, maybe I’m having fun now.” She says, tapping the rim of her glass. You kind of look at her for a second. She seems to be tapping her left foot on the side of the stool, maybe kind of nervously? Her hair is up in a ponytail, and she's pushing some of the fringe behind her ear. She’s cute, you think to yourself.

“Oh?” You say as you smile slyly into your drink. You think you see her blush a bit.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Last time wasn’t so nice. Some guy tried punching me, he was drunk and recognized me from the earth attack last year. Bismuth had to kick him out.” She says stiffly, and takes a drink. “I’m sorry about that, by the way.”

“My dad almost died.” You say. She winces.

“I am really sorry. I do regret how I dealt with my entire situation.. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it." She sighs. "I’m just glad no one actually died. And thanks for not cursing me out, for all of this."

"He's hard to kill, anyway."

"What?" She says, staring at you incredulously.

"My dad. He's done so many stupid, dangerous things that I remember from my childhood. He must have some kind of divine blessing, because even when he fought that gator off grandpa's porch, he came out without a scratch. And that was one really pissed off gator." You say. Spinel laughs heartily. She's actually really cute when she laughs, and you can't help staring for a second. “There was also that one time this guy attempted to rob us at a gas station, and he took the bastard down with the unopened energy drink from his cup holder. You wanna know what he had to complain about afterwards? That he had to now go buy another energy drink. That’s my fucking dad, I guess.”

“Your life sounds interesting.” She says in reply. “I can tell that you love him though.”

“Yeah. He’s kind of my entire life. He’s all I have left of my family.” You say, smiling. “He’s a good dad. He tries his best.” You hear your phone chime a couple more times, and roll your eyes. They’re so fucking needy. “My friends are extremely obnoxious, and must know what I’m doing at all times. You have anyone like that in your life? Because I could pawn off Alex on you if you want.” You grab your phone and open up your group chat to see what they’re talking about. There’s quite a few missed messages.

Harper: she hasn’t said shit in a while and i’m kinda worried.

Harper: what if she got kidnapped. D:

Alex: shes probs in the middle of a bar fight tbh

Alex: im pretty sure that alien started it or something

Alex: she was probs all like “im gonna kill ur planet now and finish u all off!!”

Alex: and Y/N was like “not on my watch BITCH” and decks her

Alex: the whole bar claps

Harper: shut up it’s been like 10 mins and she hasn’t said anything and i’m nervous.

“I have a few people who I’d call friends here. Bismuth, Lapis, Amethyst.. Steven. I kind of feel like I’m bothering them when I’m around, in general..” She says, swirling the drink around in her glass. She regards it, lifts to her lips, and takes a drink. “Steven sometimes asks how I’m doing.. I know he cares. I have a hard time letting myself be honest with him. Cause.. you know. He’d try to solve all my problems. And I try to deal with them on my own.”

Y/N: I'm not dead. We're talking. She's nice.

Alex: wow are all genocidal maniacs nice i wonder

Harper: TALKING. YOU'RE TALKING TO HER

Y/N: YES WE'RE TALKING.

Y/N: She even apologized about my dad, and the entire shebang, really.

Y/N: She's nice conversation, anyway.

Harper: whoa she apologised?

Alex: youve got to be kidding me rn

Alex: lemme just go revive gengis khan so we can have a nice chat over tea

Alex: this is absolutely nuts why am i the only sane one here

Alex: im gonna go fucking feral

"It's such a Steven thing to do, too. You should've seen how he was when he found out about my mother." You laugh, and set your phone down on the counter. "He literally tried to go out and find her. He's such a sweet kid, but I had to break it to him that even if I knew where she was, I didn't want to see her."

Off to your left side, you feel someone approach you at the bar. You turn your face to see who it is. It's a man who looks a decade older than you are, and you've never seen him before. He nods to regard you.

"Can I get you a drink, beautiful? You look absolutely lovely." He says, leaning in slightly.

"Thank you, but I'm alright." You put in your best polite, but fuck off smile.

"You're just going to say no without even considering it?" He smiles, and you hate it. He's giving you terrible vibes and it's making you uneasy.

"I said I'm good."

"Yeah bu-" He starts, but Spinel cuts him off.

"She says she's good, pal. Leave the dame alone." She crossed her arms over her chest, and glares at him.

"Damn fine, stuck up bitch. Didn't want to talk to you anyway." He spews, and leaves to the other side of the bar. Thank god, you think to yourself.

"Thank you for that." You say to her, seriously relieved. "Fucker needs to learn how to take no for an answer."

“Yeah, well. No one harasses a girl on my watch.” She regards you carefully. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

“No?” You lift an eyebrow in response.

“What happened with your mother?” She says, grabbing for her drink and taking a sip.

“Oh. Um,” You’re a bit surprised that she seems to genuinely care. You’ve known her for all of like.. a half hour. “She left when I was 5. Just had enough of dad and I, I suppose. Dad says it just came out of nowhere, and he has no idea what happened. We were a happy family, and then one day after dinner, she went into their room, packed some things in a single bag, and left.” You pause to take kind of a long drink. “And no one knows where she went. It’s been 17 years. Not a single word. It actually really fucked me up for years. I felt abandoned and absolutely worthless. How could you raise a child for 5 years, and just fucking bounce? Like, did she read a manual on how to fuck up your kid and give them emotional problems for the rest of their life? God, what a fucking bitch. I can’t even IMAGINE doing that to a kid.”

Spinel is staring at you with wide, shocked eyes.

“Eventually I ended up gaining some friends that helped me get over it, for the most part. They’re stupid and I love them. And if they ever found my mother, they would murder her in a heartbeat.” You say, chuckling. Spinel is still staring at you. “Are you okay? You ask.

“I’m fine, it’s just.. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like me.” You watch her fiddle with her fingers. She moves slightly, and you see her shirt open, heart gem glimmering in the low lighting. You don’t want to be caught staring at it, like a crow to a shiny object. (You want to touch it. You want to touch it bad. Is it warm? Is it cold? Is it smooth? You need to know.) “I also had a very important person abandon me. The MOST important person to me, actually. For uh.. 6000 years.” You look up and your eyes make contact with hers.

“What.” You say. “6000 years.”

“Yeah.. It’s kind of embarrassing now, though.” She shrugs. “But it was terrible, and now I’m here. I’ll never get closure the way I want from Pink Diamond, because she’s gone forever. Anyway,” You kind of want to hug her. “I’ve been surviving, and I think I’m doing okay.” She smiles slightly. Bismuth is suddenly in front of the two of you.

“I saw some commotion all the way from the other side. That guy bother you? Want me to deal with him?” She says, all while refilling Spinel’s drink without even asking.

“Nah, he fucked right out of here when Spinel told him off.” You say, and finish the rest of your cider. Blegh. Warm.

“Is that so?” Bismuth say, grinning. She’s pointedly looking at Spinel. Spinel is giving Bismuth a dirty look. Oh my, what is going on there? You feel your bladder cursing up a storm inside you.

“Bismuth, I’d like another beer please.” You slowly get up on sleepy, wobbly legs. “And I’ll be right back, gotta pee.” You turn and look at Spinel, who looks back. “Guard my purse.”

“Cannnn do.” She says while taking another drink.

You make your way slowly over to the bathroom that was actually just 15ft away from you, and go over to one of the stalls and plop down onto the toilet, pulling out your phone to look at group chat.

Harper: so my brother got catfished again

Alex: LMFAO

Harper: how many times is this? 4? for fucks sake

Harper: he’s 29. you’d think he’d have his shit together by now, but noooo.

Alex: that is honestly the saddest thing ive heard

Alex: wins most pathetic man of the month

Y/N: oof.

Y/N: Yeah that’s just sad.

Alex: Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNN!!

Alex: how are yoooouuuu

Y/N: I’m fine. I’m having a nice time.

Harper: you still hangin with the not-evil-now alien? :p

You choose to reply later, and instead finish your business in the stall. You come out and wash your hands, making sure you wash them thoroughly. You never know what kind of germs are in bar bathrooms. You’re drying your hands when you hear the bathroom door open, and someone is walking in. You turn to look, and it’s a familiar figure. A man.

The man from earlier.

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The Miys, Ch. 58

Happy October, everyone! I managed to get the plot timed just right for this chapter to land on the first day of my favorite spooky month!

To make sure no one is caught off guard, this chapter is slightly scary. There is a nightmare involved, and slight body horror. To skip the body horror, when you see the sentence “No. Your face,” skip all of the remaining passage of italics.

”Ughhhhh, why is it so hard to get people to just agree.” I sat up from my desk, listening to the pops of my back as I stretched. Since leaving Xiomara’s office earlier that day, I had been going through more teaching candidates for the Galactic education program, but it was starting to feel like I was doing it all for nothing. I had discovered when I reached my office that the Council had yet to even approve the program in the first place.

Grumbling, I got up to get more coffee. “Because of course we don’t need to learn about the Hujylsogox, or any other people out here. Makes perfect sense. Not like learning about other people had caused thousands of years of grief on Earth. Nope. No wars over that,” I ranted at the empty room. Alistair had given up after an hour of my complaints and took off for who-knew-where-but-not-here, and Tyche was holed up in her office reviewing the current progress with the vocational training program.

No one had raised a single objection to that.

Growling in frustration, I threw myself across the closest chair. Draped haphazardly, I flicked my datapad back into existence and tried to focus. Taking a break from educator profiles, I switched over to the proposal for naming the colony. We were still compiling the list of names that were off-limits, no matter how good the justification. It always brought a smile to my face, as the administrators had been especially enthusiastic. One entry on the blacklist was simply “any word that means dirt, in any language, including fictional ones”. Another entry read “Welsh terms are right out” – surprisingly suggested by an administrator from Wales, on the basis that they did not want to spend the rest of the foreseeable future listening to it be butchered. Fair enough.

A much more pleasant task in hand, I managed to lose track of time.

I trailed my fingers along the wall, tracing the loops and whorls as I wandered the ship. The corridor was empty. Maybe I was on one of the lower decks. Despite not knowing where I was, I wasn’t afraid. After all, I was still on the Ark. If I walked far enough, I would end up somewhere familiar.

“Hello.”

I spun around. “Who’s there?” I called, curious rather than scared.

“There.”

Looking around, I still couldn’t see anyone. “Noah? Who else is on this level?” I asked.

“NO-ah”

“You aren’t Noah,” I shook my head, starting to get frustrated. I tried again. “Miys, who else is here?”

Instead of my friend, the hollow voice replied. “Else.”

I tried to reason that it was an echo, but part of me knew it wasn’t. “My name is Sophia Reid. I’m on the Council. Who are you?”

“so-FEE. My name Else.”

Walking toward the voice, I glanced around, trying to catch sight of whoever was speaking. “Your name is Else?”

“ELSE” it confirmed loudly.

“Where are you, Else? Are you lost?”

“Lost.”

“It means you don’t know where you are,” I explained, feeling foolish. Everyone on the ship was an adult, they had to know what being lost meant. In the After we had

“All been lost for so long,” the voice finished, much clearer now.

“This has to be Noah,” I chided, only now feeling a trickle of fear. “No one else on this ship can read minds.” I spun, looking all around me. The voice wasn’t coming from the speakers in the ceiling, or from my databand. There was no way someone as large as Miys could hide from view.

But the corridor was still empty.

“I’m not NO-ah. I’m Else.”

“Are you human?” I kept reminding myself that things we knew weren’t scary. Right?

“Right.”

Was it confirming it was human, or was it reading my mind again?

“Reading your mind again.”

“Stop doing that,” I scolded. It was bad enough when Noah did that, this was

“Even worse.”

“STOP THAT!” My voice rose in a shriek, fear steadily spiking. “Where are you? Show me your face, please. I just want to know who you are.”

“Your face. You.”

By now, my heart had decided to go for a new record in the 400-meter dash. Touching my cheek with one shaking hand, I shook my head. “No, this is my face. And it’s going to stay mine. Show me yours.”

“No. Your face.”

There was a distinct possibility that I was going to strangle them as soon as I could get my hands on whatever they had for a neck. “Look – “

“Look. Your hands. Look.”

Oh nuggets.

With a shaky breath – hell, all of me was shaking at this point – I looked down at my palms.

Purple, swollen fingertips greeted my horrified eyes. When I turned my hands over, blood was pooled under jagged, flaky nails. A steady drip of red fell from my right thumb, stark on the grey floor.

I screamed.

Roughly, I was shaken awake. Still screaming, I flailed wildly as I stood and backed away. I patted my face roughly before looking at my hands. Smooth, unbruised palms, neat and even fingernails. I dropped to my knees and sobbed in relief.

“Soph, what the actual fuck?” Tyche’s voice penetrated my panicked brain. “You were screaming like every demon in Hell and Earth was chasing you, and you know I would never do that.”

I chuckled at her joke before rubbing my face again and shaking my head violently. “I must’ve fell asleep. Worst nightmare, ever, hands down.”

“Worse than the giant vampire rabbits?”

“And the time I was abducted by Michael Jackson in a panda suit, yeah.”

She shuddered. I only realized Alistair was with her when he spoke. “I will be inquiring in the near future as to whether these are actual dreams you had or if you are making poorly-timed jokes. In the time of my acquaintance with you both, I have learned that both are equally likely.”

“Hey, Worthington,” I smiled shakily and held out a hand for help off the floor. Alistair reached first, but Tyche batted his hand down and glared at him as she yanked me to my feet in one smooth motion. Every inch of her screamed my scared sister, no touchie.

Settling into a chair, I gratefully took the fresh coffee that was shoved at me. “I don’t even know how I fell asleep. I’ve been drinking coffee strong enough to jump start the ship all morning.”

My sister’s face scrunched up before taking on her most imperious expression. “Miys, medical diagnostic on Sophia Reid.”

“Tych – “

“Shut it,” she commanded. “You had Xiomara’s coffee on your console as the last four requests. You should be vibrating, not falling asleep. Miys?”

“Tyche, Wisdom is showing severe vitamin deficiencies, along with signs of extreme exhaustion. It is recommended that she visit a medical bay for intravenous nutrients and rest.”

I groaned loudly. “I’m an adult, don’t I get a say in this?”

“Wisdom, it is a recommendation only. A very strong one. And should you not show improvement within a standard ship’s day, I will physically repeat my recommendation.”

“Are you threatening to drag me to medical?” My jaw hit the floor. When did Noah start taking courses on threatening from my sister?

“If Conor and Maverick do not do so first, yes. I have not sent the results to either of them, but I will if necessary.”

I glared at Tyche, who smirked back. “Thank you, Miys,” she sang sweetly. “Please send the list of vitamin deficiencies to myself and Sophia. We’ll see what we can do.”

“I can’t believe you have been teaching them how to threaten me,” I grumbled as both of our databands chirped to signal the transfer was completed.

“Someone has to do it when I’m not around,” she shrugged, unrepentant. “In any event, you should probably take the rest of the day off.”

“Yeah, I probably should,” I relented with a sigh. “Fortunately, there is nothing pressing here. I’ll signal GK on the way, see if she’ll prescribe me a vitamin booster and something to help me sleep. Without nightmares.” She opened her mouth to say something, but I headed her off at the pass. “And I’m going to take a transport, so you don’t have to worry about me collapsing on the way. I’ll even take Alistair as a witness.”

She snapped her jaw shut and nodded. “I’ll come check on you when I get off shift. Curry for dinner? I’ll make it.”

My mouth watered at the thought of lentils and vegetables. “Sounds like a plan. Alistair, you want to join us for curry?”

“I will attempt to carve time out of my busy social schedule,” he replied drily. I wasn’t fooled – he ate curry twice a week just as lunch at work.

The corner of Tyche’s mouth twitched knowingly. “Vindaloo it is.”

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Kmusic: JTBC’s 슈퍼밴드(Superband) Review

Foreword: SUPERBAND WAS AMAZING AND IT WAS EVERYTHING I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED IN MY LIFE. yup

After binge-watching this entire program, I knew I had to write something about it. This show literally took my breath away, this show filled all my senses with overwhelming excitement, appreciation, and respect for every single participant, and the music, THE MUSIC, that came out of this show will forever be some of the most amazing songs I have ever heard in my life. But above all else, this show filled a void, an emptiness, a traumatizing, painful longing in my heart that has been needing some intense healing for a while now.

With all the things that have happened with my singer, Superband coming into my life and being the show it was, with all those amazing artists doing what they did, it was a literal blessing and I just……. I just cant believe they did THAT. They did it and it was AMAZING.

First off, whoever thought to make an audition program for MUSICIANS, SINGER-SONGWRITERS, ARTISTS, PRODUCERS, and just instrument-playing people AND VOCALISTS…….. you are a fucking genius and I am so glad that this idea never died in the shadows and was allowed to come to life on the screens.

What I found so poignant about this show from the get-go was how GOOD THESE AUDITIONS WERE… these people came in being REALLYYYYY good at (presumably) one thing like the guitar, or singing, or the violin. These people each had their specialty, they were exceptional music-making people. No one was quite mediocre or “rookie”, each person had some pretty credible expertise or experiences with music, and that in itself, the fact that we got to start off with these sorts of contestants, is something ive never seen before.

I don’t want to compare to other singing shows or the Produce series or whatever else countless audition programs Korea has been churning out over the past years, but since Superband began with this concept, it was already a show that I knew I would LOVE. For the 2 times ive watched Produce, I was always so perturbed by these prepubescent pretty boys frolicking around on stage, barely being able to even pull off a simple note. I just thought so many of them were so TALENTLESS…. But who am I to judge.

I think it really just comes down to preference, and even though I knew very well that idols and k-pop are not even things I enjoy anymore, I forced myself through programs like Produce. But now, with Superband, I felt so HAPPY and glad to be watching and discovering such talented musicians…THIS IS WHAT I WANTED ALL ALONG.

Even with the very first audition with Ha Hyunsang… OMFG UGHhHhh THAT BOI IS SO FLUFFY but so good at the same time… I feel like each time I see him, I ACTUALLY just want to give him a hug :’-(( the emotional depth in his singing is beyond describable and im SO PROUD TO HAVE WATCHED HIM GROW !!!!!!

That’s another thing I really really realllyyyyyyy loved from this show........ it was the process of watching these people develop, mature, change, grow with show. Some contestants went through some major growing pains, but it was so heartwarming to watch them improve, not that they were even bad to begin with. And the reversals!! Or the expansions?? The turnarounds?? The CONMEN!!!

AHHhhHHhhh okay im still very obsessed with the infinite amount of talent some dudes had, but before I get to that, let me continue on with those stellar auditions, aka the three genius guitarists, too ;_______; they. Are. So. Amazing. I love them a lot. I think I completely fell for them. And I hate myself. I hate to admit it a lot because I used to ALWAYS shit on dudes younger than me, I disliked basically every contestant on produce that was younger than ‘99, I thought they were all useless young children… but 김영소, 이강호, & 임형빈, were a completely different story. I LOVE THEM!!! I always had a bias toward a man that could play the guitar well… but these guys holy moly, they blew me away… they are so exceptional at what they do and the fact that theyre still so YOUNG… good lord…..my poor heart was so conflicted but ultimately so happy to have discovered them.

To watch these guys be thrown into that first 1:1 perf, and literally tearing up the stage and setting the bar VERY HIGH from the very beginning of the competition… phew… my goodness…. The talent with these kids… o my…. Okay yeah, nope im never gonna get over it. The ‘Adventure of a Lifetime’ stage will always be an iconic one from this program, and we all know it. Who knew a pure acoustic, musical performance, no vocals included stage would be so amazing…. I LOVE THEM!! Have I mentioned that yet?

Going back to the reversals/scamming thing... I guess this goes with watching some people grow……. I want to give a holy and blessed shoutout to probably my favorite contestant out of this entire show: 신광일….. he was such a dark horse. In fact, I don’t even remember his audition tbh because he was THAT not-memorable in the beginning LOL (or also.. I believe they never showed his audition to begin with)… but he quickly caught my eye as the eps went on because he came out of nowhere and whipped out all (or maybe not even all…) his skills like secret weapons, stage after stage.. he came in as a vocalist, picked up the bass for two the performances after that (all while still singing, too), although having never played the bass formally... and then once joining hands with Juhyeok and Yechan, he just miraculously becomes the drummer, because they ultimately decided that they needed percussion in their songs. So from thereon after, since ‘Hold Back The River’, Gwang-il, to me, was literally GOD(신) Gwang-il, as he played the drums and SANG TOO…..and may I add, hes not even that old?????? HES FRKING ONLY 2 YEARS OLDER THAN ME WTF;__; the boy got all these crazy blisters while perfecting the drums, but he didn’t let anything stop him and he was sucH A SOLID BAND MEMBER ALL THROUGHOUT, AHHHHHH MVP GOES TO SHIN GWANG-IL, YALL….(also I just found out that hes a trainee from Mystic Story, aka Yoon Jong shin’s agency aka the agency that I’ve been following for many many MANYYYY years now bc a lot of my favorite artists have come out of it…. Wow what is this fate)

And special recognition goes to Im Hyung-bin aka one of the 18 yr old genius guitarists bc he … oh my…. He frking became the pianist and singer by the end of the show…. Omfg… yall.. HE is also another infinitely talented soul. AND HES EXTRA FRKING YOUNG…

Besides these two though, there were many many many manyyyyy other people as well that took up multiple instruments throughout the show, or even began singing, or just did EVERYTHING….I was so mindblown by this, im still honestly not over it at all.

Because like, is this normal?? Isn’t that so unprofessional?? Its already so crazy that this show already starts us off with NON-amateur musicians and artists. But then some of these dudes have never done any other things formally before they got thrown into it; they came into this show “specializing” in something completely different, yet they jump onto the stage and do what they needed to, HELLA FRKING WELL…… so many of these dudes, you wouldn’t know that was his first time playing the bass, playing the drums, first time playing that piano, or first time being on the keyboard AND being a vocal, you wouldn’t know any of that unless they mentioned it, unless you watched the show and saw their story.

Because they all pulled it off THAT well.. these people that did these things for the first time ever while being on Superband, they executed their roles so well and showcased such wonderfully exhilarating talent…. IM SO BLESSED TO HAVE DISCOVERED SUCH AMAZING ARTISTS….

That was one of the biggest feats of Superband for me. The limitless talent that came out of it. I LOVE watching people like this. Their passion for music fuels such undeniable skill and fervor, and when they step onto that stage, they are literally unstoppable. They made music that stopped my time, stopped my heart, in the moment, but literally MOVED me...i applaud these people so much. I really do.

Thinking back to it now, the number of stages that came out of this show was like…. Countless…. Like… A LOT…. Since episode 1, each stage was very well-produced and I truly enjoyed watching each one from the start. This show was just so jampacked overall, although I admit that sometimes it was arduous due to the GRIND that these people were on, presenting stage after stage after stage, and then listening to LOTS of feedback from almost each judge over and over and over, but it was still nothing short of musical masterpieces out there. I really appreciate how STUFFED, how FILLED TO THE BRIM, this show was with dynamic, enjoyable, exceptional performances (and words of valuable opinions & evaluations, too)

I can re-watch many of them, every day, for days on end. I loved it. And can we just talk about how impressive these dudes are for pulling off something new, for taking on a brand-new challenge with a brand-new set of members, time and time again, stage after stage, week after week, until we came down to the 6 solid bands in the last 3 episodes? They constantly had to work with new people, match their music preferences, fill spaces in their music where they didn’t exactly have someone they may have needed. They had to compensate, compromise, and ultimately DELIVER, at the end of it all. Multiple times. I don’t even remember how many rounds they did… was it 4? I think they had 4 rounds of eliminations before they settled into their official bands. But still... its crazy impressive to think about how driven and flexible a lot of these artists were, to be creating, producing & then performing despite all the different teams they were getting put into week after week.

ANDDDDDD, despite all the odds up against them like the time crunch, the new collab of members each time, the potential lack of a missing instrument or sound, SO many of these teams still came out with self-written and self-produced songs!!!!!!! I mean, even for the cover songs alone, many were already re-arranging everything & basically turning them into new tracks. BUT WITH THOSE SELF COMPOSED SONGS??????????? Some teams literally started from scratch each time, but busted out some amazing tunes and lyrics and executed very very very impressive stages and IM JUST AKFJAKJFKJBSN how…. Are they….. so…. Talented…… I still ask myself each time.

By far, the combo that took my heart and kept it for good….. LUCY ;_______;. I never expected to like Juhyeok’s voice tbh, it was a little TOO weird for me in the beginning… but watching him perform with Yechan and Gwang-il and Wonsang really brought to life his vocal potential for me… that team is literally a combination made in heaven, they have all the right pieces to make ARTWORK… their signature sound was so prominent from the very beginning and i was SO HAPPY when I saw that they stuck to the same exact members once the finale came around.

Before the winner was announced, I told myself very honestly that I didn’t even care who won because the two teams left over, Hoppipolla & Lucy, were already my two all-time favorite combinations of artists from the entire show, and I was already MORE than satisfied with all the wonderful music and stages that everyone had delivered up until that point anyway. But even with that, I was still thoroughly shocked when they announced Hoppipolla as the winning band LOL I gasped aloud. I thought that Lucy at least had a chance. Or like I guess, in my heart, I assumed that Lucy actually won.. LOL but they didn’t.

And in terms of the finale in general, I really would also like to address how I purposely tried really hard to avoid any spoilers and rewatching of performances on youtube before actually finishing the entire series. I tried like reallyyyyy hard, because I wanted to watch the program as thoroughly as possible without spoilers. I HATE SPOILERS. But oh the irony. It was in all in vain anyway.

Once I finally DID finish all 14 episodes, when trying to look for more information/reactions/articles/videos (initially searching in English), I actually struggled SO HARD LMAOOOO bc there was like NOTHING OUT THERE……..i should have known better; this show was definitely NOT catered to the intl. audience (yet?), especially because its in its first season still. There were probably like 2 articles max in English about Superband & it was just about its upcoming premier. Nothing about winners nor results nor anything else i was wary of, anyway. LOLLL THE INTL COMMUNITY DOESN’T CARE; or at least the intl population that DOES care about Superband, is probably reallyyyyyy small……a reddit thread I found was the most substantial discussion I could find, comprised of a few comments max.

And so that brings me to how I always see a lot of comments begging for English subs and everything, but honestly…….. all I have to say to yall is: LEARN KOREAN IF YOU REALLY WANT TO WATCH THE SHOW THAT BADLY !!!

If after all these years, I could pick up Korean to an extent where I can watch things raw, im sure others can do the same as long as they put their mind to it. Ive been really appreciating how far my skills have taken me LOL not trying to be THAT person, but I just know that if I COULDN’T read or listen & comprehend or type in Korean like I can now, I would be missing out on a WORLD of amazing stuff. E.g. superband. And if anything, I would like to think that this show helped me practice my vocab skills a lot more. Listening to the judges’ evals after each stage was really enjoyable: I learned plenty of valuable words out of THEIR words.

This show was phenomenal in that all the contestants had total musical freedom. It was soOOOOO refreshing to watch. They got to choose all their music & their teammates in a fair manner (maybe not so much their competition), but seeing them take their passions & what THEY wanted to do with music and laying that all out onto the stage, was so compelling!!! This freedom allowed for countless, ICONIC AF transformations and growth journeys for soooo many of the artists too!!!! I really realllyyyyyyyy loved watching some of them stepping WAYYYY outside of their comfort zones / the image that they originally came in with (e.g. HONG ISAAC HAAAAHAHHA, Jisang, Hyunsang!!), and also watching alllllll those multitalented “scam characters”!!! HAHAHA, without this program being as open as it was, it would’ve been impossible to be able to see such a myriad of sides to so many different people. I appreciate, I really do.

And I really really realllyyyy enjoyed watching all the behind the scenes of each performance as well!! Of course, its normal to give viewers some background story before each stage, but in Superband, we got to see some very raw sides of music-making….. these dudes literally lived like hobos in the recording studios, all disheveled and sleep-deprived human beans, but ceaselessly making music because that’s what they love. I liked watching teams try out a lot of different songs & styles as they searched for THE right one. And then we got to see the final result on stage after the countless discussions and trials behind the scenes. And these processes repeated for months on end. All the contestants are so commendable in this right. The grind was real, and the show didn’t try to hide that. I enjoyed this very realistic approach !!

At this point, after drowning myself in this show for a few days straight… (those episodes are LONGGGGG, close to two hrs each) ive literally spent every night, and basically day, too, watching all the cuts that jtbc uploaded on youtube over and over and oVERRRRR….. ive also been watching some Superband concert clips, from when the entire final 6 bands went on a domestic tour and performed together for several concerts!!

THAT OPENING STAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BLESS THOSE PEOPLE THAT CAUGHT IT ON CAMERA BECAUSE IT IS LITERALLY SUCH A PIECE OF MUSICAL HEAVEN, omfg the energy on that stage IS SOMETHING ELSE… IF I WERE THERE IN PERSON I PROBABLY WOULDVE CRIED INSTANTLY……. lee juhyeok, kevin oh, chae bohoon, im hyeongbin, kim youngso, ha hyunsang, lee chansol, and kim woosung, all the guitarists/ vocalists lined up in the front… (hearing each vocalist sing a line each made my HEART HURT....I LOVE THEM SM) then the bassists, lee jonghoon, kim hyungwoo, kim hajin, jo wonsang, clustered up AND HAVIN A TIME all by themselves, and the three epic electric guitarists, yang jiwan, kim junhyeob, and Zairo, literally held SUCH stage presence… on the drums: kang kyungyoon all the way to the right, and red haired hwang minjae in the middle, and the super in-sync, traditional drum banging bois, choi youngjin, shin gwang-il, a-il, & jung gwanghyun, all 4 of them bouncing up and down in the back like intense oompa loompas LOL THEY LOOKED SO CUTE, and the string bois!!!!! Shin yechan & benji on the violin next to hong jinho on the cello; yechan and benji started off sitting down but as the song goes on they literally WENT AT IT HAHAHA as expected of two of the most high-energy musicians. On the piano, lee na-woo, the classic icon himself starting off the entire intro, and next to him hong isaac the transformation legend himself on the keyboard + his super distinctive voice!!!!!! And of course, d-pole with his much-expected little music break in the middle….. in fact many of them got ICONIC solo time: kang kyungyoon’s drumming part, kim hyungwoo’s super duper solid bass, minjae’s powerful beats, kim hajin’s LOUD ass bass, lee jonghoon’s legendary slap finger bass playing, jo wonsang’s super ting-y, classic bass section, and yang jiwan’s loud ASS ELEC GUITAR TOO, omg they were all so cute, pointing to each member & hyping them up as it was their few seconds to shine….AND THOSE COLLECTIVE VOICES???? HEARING ALL THE VOCALISTS SING TOGETHER ONE BY ONE… OH my gosh it was soooooo GOOOODDDDDDD.... just watching all those dudes literally have THE TIME OF THEIR LIFE on stage (literally an ADVENTURE OF A LIFETIME), the energy was off the charts… I loveeeeee seeing them so happy, making eye contact with each other, jumping up & down, rocking out, laughing with each other, all while playing their instrument, so fervently, all 27 people on the stage, connected by one song…. Theres SO MUCH OVERFLOW of talent in one freaking place, that song sounded SO MASSIVE just thru the video I cant imagine….. if I were actually there omfg… that’s an actual BAND Like A HUGE FRKING BAND… AHHHHHHHHHH a really legendary stage.. the finest of finest……I can literally watch this opening on repeat without getting bored because I just loveeeee the concept of all of them being together like that :”)))

After watching member after member, team after team get eliminated, seeing them like this on one stage with such happy expressions and making a beautiful piece of music like that o MANNNNNN…. This show…… has really done something to me…

I appreciate every contestant SO MUCH and I wish I could watch everyone be together FOREVER….because knowing how artistically talented each person is on their own, to watch them join together is like the avengers times 72737446352 or something, its just talent & skill plus talent & skill stacked onto even more skill & talents and just an INFINITE amount of potential AND THAT…IS LITERALLY.. THE POWER…. OF A BAND………and of great ass music.

This show was GENIUS TO combine so many musicians from so many different backgrounds…but watching them work together to make pure art, that is so frking rewarding and heartwarming and I feel so blessed to have witnessed it all.

The genres and potential were literally limitless……I think this is what encompassed Superband for me, this is what made me enjoy it SO damn much…. I think ive finally run out of things to say… this piece of text is quite a mess, not very polished….. but I was hasty in recording my thoughts & emotions before they left me, so I tried my best.

My biggest regret with this show is that I didn’t watch it sooner. (what is really ironic is that it took me FOREVER to start the first ep, despite having tonssss of time on my hands... I had it open on one of my tabs for the longest time, but I lowkey grudgingly, eventually, forced myself to finally start it LOL..(thank god I rly did tho) I watched it 2 months after the finale, which is… kinda late? If I had watched it while it was airing, all while I was still in korea, I feel like I would’ve been EVEN MORE in love, even more fervent and passionate about everything. Digging thru old vids & watching things from contestants before they came out onto the show, seeing the artists they were, I could’ve easily gone and seen them myself probably… goddamnit I probably could’ve gone to the superband finale live show, if I had known.. I COULDVE VOTED IN REAL TIME... not that I could’ve brought myself to do it anyway, probably lol….. but basically, if I had known of this show WHILE I was there with them… I don’t know, I could’ve been a lot more active as a fan, I feel like..

Now im back to my original roots: crying in front of my laptop screen and tap-tapping away at my keyboard as a I rant to no one but myself. Being in korea made my appreciation for all kinds of artists, all my beloved ones, EVERYONE, a lot more tangible.. but being back in America… it all becomes hidden into the depths of my heart, once again…

PHEW……I think now is a good time to mention my favorite stages… as I mentioned before, the Lucy AND pre-Lucy lineup will always hold a really special place in my heart so basically all my faves include their stages LOL

‘Swim’ cover by LUCY(신예찬, 이주혁, 신광일, 조원상)

‘Hold Back The River’ cover by 신예찬, 이주혁, 신광일

‘Adventure of a Lifetime’ cover by 조원상, 김영소, 이강호, 임형빈

‘누구 없소’ cover by 케빈오, 박찬영, 신광일, 강경윤

‘선잠’ by LUCY

'Castle on the Hill’ cover by 아일, 하현상, 노마드, 홍진호

‘1000x’ cover by 아일, 하현상, 홍진호, 김형우

‘One More Light’ cover by HOPPIPOLLA(아일, 하현상, 홍진호, 김영소)

‘Cry Bird’ cover by LUCY

‘Viva La Vida’ cover by 하현상, 홍진호, 김영소

‘Flare’ by LUCY

‘Find You Again’ by People on the Bridge(이찬솔, 임형빈, 김준협, 강경윤, 김형우)

My favorite funny moments:

“이게 무슨 짓이야!!?” - mellow kitchen (the stealing of the 3 kiddo guitarists)

“okay let’s be honest, you can’t even hear the bass” - shin hyunbin 2k19

울보 팀

Hyunsang’s fam: 아일 the mom, 홍진호 the dad, 김형우 the hyung

“idk if im allowed to say this but it looked like zombie movie” - yoon jongshin, as they all gathered around the cello man

“I thought to myself, isn’t that cello expensive tho..” - yoon jongshin as youngso slapped & tapped jinho’s cello for percussion

Ah-il’s iconic castle on the hill pose

Zairo’s luck with member choosing lmao

HONG ISAK’S DANCING in ‘Time of My Life’ LOLLL IT GETS ME LAUGHING EACH TIMEEE (& all his nicknames, like eungalchi lmaooo)

Benji’s “YO-RO-BOON HAM-KAY HEY-YO” during ‘Woo-ing’

Gwanghyun’s “do-doom-tak”

Gwanghyun calling Gwang-il’s drum skills equivalent to that of a middle school band’s LOLLLL

**I watched Mone’s radio appearance on Arirang Radio where Benji is the host, and they were an absolute MESS LMAOOOOOO THEY WERE HONESTLY ALL REALLY FUNNY THOUGH.. they kept roasting the crap out of each other and laughing their asses off and man… it was gr8 time and it was really cute to discover that Hong Isaac is now a part of one of Benji’s radio shows too!

One important question I have for this show though: where tf did all the females go? Why was there no female presence at all in this show, I have no clue…… :/

At the end of the day, this show reminded me once again, how to feel happy and excited because of music. how to let great music fill my life with undeniable joy. Being able to look forward to listening to these songs every day, definitely had lifted a small part of me that has been down for all too long. I really appreciate, I am very grateful for, I just… im so thankful to have discovered this show & all its wonderful masterpieces & the beautifully, magically, PASSIONATE artists behind it all………. I needed this in my life at this point in time, I really did.

Thank you for coming to be, Superband.

#kmusic #jtbc #superband #super band #슈퍼밴드 #rant #;________;#a real ass rant #SUPER LOVE FOR SUPER BAND #anyone else that has watched this plz share ur thoughts

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fresh-outta-jams · 5 years

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Plastic Heart - Part 2

Namjoon x Reader

Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: I’m getting really excited, y’all. I just wrote part 4 and...oof I’m not ready and neither are you. Warnings: None? I promise it’s not creepy. Word Count: 1.2k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4

When you got home from your night class, iced coffee in hand, you knew you were in for a long night. You were only half a page into a four page paper and the rough draft was due tomorrow. You groaned and set your backpack on your bed, tugging your earbuds out of your ears. You adjusted your BTS coaster, which had a picture of Tae sipping tea on Ellen, before setting your drink on it.

You knew that no amount of caffeine could save you now.

“Ughhhhhhhh,” the groan came from the depths of your very soul as you collapsed into your (admittedly comfy) desk chair and opened your computer. God, you didn’t want to write this paper. You didn’t want to write this paperrrrrrr. Ughhhhh. Who had convinced you that going to college was such a good idea in the first place? Why hadn’t they told you there were so many papers involved? That had to be illegal.

Scrolling through your laptop, you were half-tempted to just watch BTS videos into the evening and call it a night, but you knew you couldn’t, not if you wanted to pass your writing class. “Come on, (Y/N), make Namjoon proud.” You muttered to yourself, opening up your school files instead of giving into temptation and watching BTS be the adorable dorks they were.

Sighing, you pulled on your headphones and put on your chill studying playlist, which consisted mostly of instrumental music and Mono. You took a long sip of your coffee and read over the little bit of your paper that you already wrote, trying to get back into it as best as you could, and then, with as much energy as you could muster, you dove in.

You were proud of yourself. You’d written a few pages and had only wanted to die a little bit. Of course, you’d had to lock up your phone to prevent yourself from getting distracted. Maybe it helped that every time you looked up at your shelf, there were seven idols sitting there...all those little eyes. It was hard to focus when you felt like you were being watched. Little did you know that statement actually held a little bit of truth…

Eventually, your iced coffee ran out, so you knew you’d need to turn to another source of caffeine quick if you had any hope of finishing this paper, so you took your empty cup and walked to the kitchen, closing the bedroom door behind you.

“She shouldn’t be up this late working on homework.” Namjoon sighed, looking at the door after you. “She has a morning class tomorrow.”

“You have her schedule memorized?” Jimin asked, looking at the group’s official unofficial leader.

“You don’t? We’ve been here for three weeks. It’s not like we have anything else to do in here.” Yoongi pointed out. It was true. In the three weeks since you’d gotten back from break, they’d found that you had very few activities to keep them occupied while you were gone and it wasn’t like they were in any position to ask you for more.

“I just worry about her is all...” Namjoon rationalized, mostly for his own sake. If he was being completely honest with himself, he knew there was no logical explanation for the warm feelings you made bubble up in his chest. He hadn’t explained it to the others just yet, but he was pretty sure there was no way they felt the same. Or maybe they did and he wasn’t as special as he thought he was.

“We all do.” Jin nodded. “But it’s her life, you know. It’s not like we can--”

Jin and the others all sat at attention in the position they were last in before you’d left once the door creaked open again. Perhaps their greatest blessing living in your bedroom was the fact that the hinges of your door were so squeaky they had a long warning before you ever came back in. If not, they were sure they would have been caught by now. It also helped that you still had your headphones on, so it was doubtful you would have heard anything anyway.

You slumped back into your chair with a cup of iced chai in your hand. By this point, the guys deduced you must have some cold brew in the fridge because there was no way you could have gone out and gotten some so fast.

When you got back into your rhythm, your fingers flew across your keyboard much faster. It was the home stretch now. Just a few more decently sized paragraphs and you’d be done with this blasted draft once and for all. Thank God it only had to be a rough draft, because the quality of your writing was...questionable to say the very least.

Half an hour later, you finally, finally finished, triple-saving your file before closing your computer. You exhaled a sigh of relief, turning off your music before grabbing some pajamas and going to the bathroom to shower for the night and go through your night routine.

The guys didn’t dare move or speak until they heard the shower come on in the other room, and even then, they didn’t budge until they heard your faint voice singing through the wall.

“Persona...who the hell am I? I just wanna go, I just wanna…”

Namjoon grinned. He was pretty sure the song you had playing was one of his. Well, he supposed it wasn’t HIS song. It was RM’s song. And once again, he had to remind himself that he and the real actual person Namjoon were two separate people and though you were infatuated with his real-life counterpart, that didn’t apply to him.

“We need to find some things to do around here when she’s gone.” Jungkook whined, laying back against the shelf. “I’m so booooored.”

“Well we’re plastic dolls that belong to a college girl. I didn’t think we’d be getting much playtime.” Yoongi chuckled, shrugging. It was what it was, he guessed. There was nothing any of them could do about it.

“I’m sure we could figure out a way to use her laptop while she’s gone. Watch some Netflix or something.” Hoseok began plotting, looking around the bedroom for other things to entertain them, but coming up pretty much empty. It didn’t make matters much better that they were the only toys or figures you owned. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you had some other toys for them to play with, to talk to. That wasn’t likely to change any time soon, though.

“We’ll figure it out, guys, don’t worry.” Namjoon tried to be reassuring. “It could be a lot worse.”

“Well,” Yoongi chuckled, “you’re not wrong.”

You came back into the room about half an hour later, barefaced and beautiful, only plugging in your phone and setting your alarm before you got into bed.

“Goodnight, guys.” You murmured sleepily. It took every bone in Namjoon’s little plastic body not to say ‘Goodnight’ back.

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bts5sosempire · 5 years

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BTS Reaction: argument = kissing

A/n: this comes up to me in the middle of the night.

Kim Seokjin:

(A/n: his chest and shoulders can bulldozer me, I would still be thanking him.)

You don't know when you both starting to become petty with each other, one thing led to another as you were trying to calm down and Jin was heaving.

“If I heard one more word coming out of that mouth Jin, I won't regret what is going to be the outcome.” You warn the man as he rolls his eyes at you. Obviously, Jin isn't going to let you have the last word.

“Look here, if you thought that Mr. Worldwide would-”

In the speed of light and act of impulsiveness, you grab Jin face while he was still talking and kiss him to shut him up. Jin's eyes were wide at your boldness and he just relaxes into the kiss.

“You talk too much.” Saying in between the kisses, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I like this outcome,” he murmurs against your lips before the both of you stumble back onto the couch. He decides to forget what the heck you both were arguing about and so did you. You both just decide to make-out on the couch.

Min Yoongi:

Both you and Yoongi went out on a date and it ends up is a disaster as you were getting angry and fuming at the young girls who kept on clingy onto his arms and shoulders. It was supposed to be you and his moment, after all, since Yoongi has been busy with work and tour he barely gets free time off.

When you guys get home, you quietly walk into the shared apartment and throw all your stuff aside on the couch, you had decided to cut the date short and go home.

“We can still go on another date (Name), we still have time.” Yoongi tries to convince you, but you're obviously not having it.

“No, I don't want to anymore,” you huff out and walk into the kitchen and out with a soju in your hand, “it's going to be the same result anyway.”

“Look all I want to do was spend time with you, and this is what happened.” He was getting mad too.

“Don't tell me to 'look this is going to happen' bullcrap,” you raise your voice, which is something you rarely do but when and its a different outcome. “I barely get to see you, heck since we are often from different time zone when you're on tour I missed you badly. And those girls cling into you like a lifeline and you didn't bother to brush them off. I just- ughhhhh!” Stressing out more, you don't even want to talk to Yoongi anymore. “Forget it.”

You stood up and walk try to walk away but Yoongi isn't going to let you leave him. He grabs your arm and spins around to meet him, as he encircles his arms around your waist. Yoongi bends down to kiss you as he starts pushing you to walk backward to the shared bedroom.

Jung Hoseok:

You have been having a hard time convincing Hoseok to go and have fun for a least once now, as he was being cooped up inside his little studio. You don't when did the soul of Yoongi have entered him.

“Hoseok just once alright? You've been locked inside here for like almost a week now.”

“I'll come out when later.”

“That's what you said like three days ago...”

“Alright what do you want me to do?” Hoseok raises his voice at you. He put down his headphone and stood up to face you, who had a look of shock all over your face. “I've been trying to get work done all these last few days and all I heard was you telling me, ‘Hoseok let's go out today, Hosoek this Hoseok that’.”

“Well fine then, enjoy your life here, all I ask was for one day. Just one day where I can help you ease your mind and help you relax. I just think maybe new ideas would help you if you go out and find inspiration, but since you're so pissy I'll leave you alone.” You throw the anger back at him. Turning on your heels, you madly left.

Hoseok stood rooted to the ground as the door slammed didn't even registered in his mind. He was focusing on your words. All you ever wanted was for him to self-care.

“Crap,” Hoseok rush out of the room and chase after you. He wasn't about to lose you.

He saw you pressing the elevator button aggressively as your mood seems to burn everything that moves or cross your way. You're definitely mad. Hoseok saw you entered the elevator and sprint.

Just as the door was about to close, he extends an arm to stop the door from closing. “What do you want now?” Scowling at him, Hoseok pushes the door aside and bring you into a kiss.

“I'm sorry.” Was the only thing he said before he went back to kissing you.

Kim Namjoon:

The talk about philosophy was supposed to be light-hearted and entertaining to the open-minded, but things got intense as Namjoon and you add something else into the mixing pot.

“Namjoon, that isn't what I said!” You told the man who was sitting next to you and had his leg cross over one another. He took a sip of wine out of his glass cup elegantly.

“But the way you kept gushing over him told me otherwise.” He didn't spare you a glance.

“It was just an old crush from high school!” You took your own cup and grab the time bottle with you, “You're such an a-hole I don't like him that way anymore, maybe he would've understood me better instead of being petty with me.” Leaving Namjoon alone, his ears perk up at those words.

Are you kidding him? Namjoon stood up from the couch and walk after you, “What did you say?”

“You're the one who asks me about him and gets all butt hurt when I talk about him!” Shouting behind you, Namjoon entered the kitchen and sees you down the whole wine bottle and was in the process of opening another one.

“But you didn't have to talk like you're still in love with him,” Namjoon stops in front of you and you can't help it but roll your eyes once again.

“What's wrong with me admiring another person? Look Namjoon I wouldn't have dated you in the first place if I wasn't so in love with you.”

Namjoon places his glass down on the marble counter and grab your face as your eyes didn't meet his, “I shouldn't have asked about him in the first place. I'm just scared that you're still in love with him, but since hearing about you loving I already feel better.”

“You silly goofball.” Smiling and this time looking at him, you tiptoe to kiss him and he accepted the kiss.

Park Jimin:

Jimin insecurities got the best of him as he sees chatting with an older and much more handsome man, he's even tall too. He knows he shouldn't assume you, but he can't help it, the way he makes you laughs and smile. Jimin's mood already sinks so low that all emotions left his face.

“Alright thank you, Jong Suk Sunbaenim.” Thanking him you left to go fetch Jimin. You and Jimin got lost in a huge mall that had recently open and you have happened to meet Lee Jong Suk, who was your senior in the acting field. He was also like an older brother to you as you told him about your destination and situation and he was happy to help. “Jimin! Let's go!”

The man stood up from the bench and walk on ahead. You run to catch up with him. “Jimin we are on the wrong floor level, we are on the 3rd floor.” Showing him the map, you pointed out where you both are at right now and tell him where to go to.

Grabbing his hand he pulls away from you, which made you frown but didn't question his behavior. Jimin walks on ahead and you just trail behind him, not next to him.

It has been an hour into the date and he was still silent. Jimin didn't even look at you as he was busy picking out clothes. Your phone went off and you reach into your pocket and it was Jong Suk.

«‘Have you two made it?’»

Smiling down at your phone, you text back.

«‘Yeah we found it, thank you Sunbaenim! :)’»

Jimin who was observing you found you to be smiling and his mood turns sour. “Who are you texting?”

“Lee Jong Suk sunbaenim, why?" He scoffs before turning his back towards to you and went back doing his business. “What is your problem?” Standing up from your seat, you grab his arm and turn him around to face you again. “Why are you suddenly so cold to me? I am about to be at my limit to you know? I've been patient with you and if you don't tell me what is bothering you or what the heck I did wrong to make you mad and upset Jimin, I don't know what to do.” Jimin being stubborn grab his arm from your hold and walk away. “Fine, be that way then.”

Grabbing your bags and purse, you walk out on him and decide to go home.

You happened to bump into your Sunbaenim again, as he saw how upset you were. “What happened this time?”

You ironically laugh at the question. “I don't know, boyfriend is stupid and upset at me and doesn't tell me what's going on.” Jong Suk seated you down on an empty bench, so you both can have a better talk. Jimin who feel guilty about his action decide to chase after you right after you left. He stops and sees you talking to Jong Suk while wiping your tears away while you try not to cry, but failed to do so.

“(Name),” Jimin appear from his spot and Jong Suk stood up to leave. But not before giving the younger one a lecture.

“If you keep upsetting my little sister like this, I have no choice but to take action against you.” He warns Jimin as he patted him on the shoulder. “She's really sensitive, stop making her cry.” Jong Suk then left.

Jimin to console you. He started saying strings of apologies and kissing your cheeks before hugging you.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung doesn't know what is running through his mind when he saw you dancing with another male. The man was touching you and grinding on you, but he didn't see you were trying to get away as you feel uncomfortable. Or did he?

You try to pull and walk away from the man, but he just grabbed your waist and pull you closer to him. “Excuse me, but could you please let me go?” The man seems to ignore your words and his hands were all over you. Taehyung stood up from his seat and grab you from the guy. And the guy was pissed off.

“Hey, can't you see I was dancing with her?”

“She's my girlfriend so you can buzz off.” Taehyung harshly pulls you along with him and you both left the club early.

“I was thinking when you were going to come and-”

“Why didn't you push or walk away from him?"

“I did, but he kept trying to pull me back. You didn't think that I wasn't trying?”

“You didn't seem like it.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” You let out a breath of disbelief, “You know what? F you Taehyung, don't think of me so low as a cheap woman, I've been nothing but loyal to you so don't go and start doubting me. I told you this was a bad idea in the first place.”

“So this is my fault?”

“I'm not even going to argue with you. I'll take my own cab and leave you to cool off while I do the same.” You turn to walk the opposite way and try to flag down a cab.

“You and I need to talk,” Taehyung went to grab your arm.

“Not like this when you and I are both angry,” you pull back and continue to flag down a cab.

“I didn't ask you.” He pulls you away to an alleyway. “I don't like the way he kept touching you, it drives me insane.” He starts kissing you. He hoists one of your legs to wrap around his waist. “I'll make sure all you remember is me.” Taehyung starts getting aggressive with the kiss.

Jeon Jungkook:

You both were arguing over a video game about cheating and who win or lose the game. This ends up being a wrestling match as Jungkook ended up accidentally tripping the wire to the PS4, making you lose your winning streaks.

You let out a screech and continue to hit him until he ended up elbowing your nose and it gets serious as a pool of red, coated your white shirt, or his shirt to be exact that you're wearing.

So you both end up on the couch and with you sulking and told him to go away. “I hate you, leave me alone you cheater.”

“Okay, I'm sorry.” He coddles you and starts kissing your cheeks and forehead to make you feel better. Jungkook pulls you into his lap and singing to you.

It didn't take long to get you to be happy.

(A/n: I'm running out of ideas for this boy lol.)

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wackapedia · 5 years

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Five Nights at Freddie’s

"Come on, darling. its only for a week! five days at least!" Freddie kept pestering you about a favor to look after his house and his darling cats while he's away with Jim.

"But Freddie I have a job! I work all day 'till six at Jeff's, you know that" you protested.

"Well you can come after your work hours! Brian can take care of the herd on mornings and you can stay at night. Come on y/n do it for your darling Freddie.." Freddie spoke. Persuasive as ever. You know how he's dangling the bait by mentioning Brian's name while asking you a favor. He knew of your apparent crush on his bandmate, Brian May, and couldn't restrain himself from teasing you about it everytime he can.

"ughh fine" You gave in. He placed his arm around you and kissed your cheeks. You were still pouting.

"Aw, wipe that pout off your face! I know you’re looking forward to playing Mummy and Daddy with Brian!" he teased, poking your sides."oh my gosh-" Embarrassment crept to your cheeks as you grabbed Roger's drumstick to beat Freddie with it.

"Freddie come back in here!" but he has left the room yelling "Thank you, Y/n!! I'll see you soon!!"

It was Monday morning when your telephone rang. You were still in bed, half-asleep as you answered it. It was Freddie. "Rise and shine, Cupcake!" you winced as he yelled over the phone.

"wha-?"

"Listen, i'm leaving in a couple of hours and the house will be unlocked since your dear Brian will be staying here until you arrive, isn't that sweet? Now you know where everything is, right? feel free to take the guest rooms if you want to but please don’t do it in my kitchen, alright!" You were very confused at the influx of information from Freddie at 5:28 am over the phone.

"Freddie I'm-"

"I know, darling, you’re ecstatic. I have to go now, are you gonna wish me a safe trip?"

"Freddie, I-"

"Thank you, dear! Goodbye!" the line went dead.

"ughhhhh" you exclaimed as your alarm clock went off.

It was an uneventful day at work. A part of you tried not to think about your new night shift duty for Freddie but the other part of you felt excited. Six o'clock rolled and you found yourself heading to Freddie's house.

You knocked at the door and was welcomed by Brian almost immediately. "Hey y/n!"

"Hey Bri" you said as you entered the place, taking off your jacket."I made some dinner because I figured you'd be here straight from work." Brian walked to the kitchen. You couldn't help but think 'wow that’s husband material right there' but immediately reprimanded yourself. He's a rockstar for pete's sake.

Brian was looking at you and for a second, you thought you said it out loud."What?" You asked while following him into the kitchen."I said I hope you're hungry for some fish?" He repeated his statement which you didn't hear the first time. You nodded your head and crouched to greet Oscar, Freddie's ginger cat."I’ve already fed them dinner so maybe they can have a midnight snack tonight." Brian said, referring to the cats."They'll get some treats if they're nice tonight" you winked at Delilah who was perched on the kitchen counter.

"Are you staying the night?" You asked while Brian prepared your dinner. He suddenly looked tense and you hoped you didn't sound too eager.

"Well.." He started, your fingers crossed under the table in front of you

"Its fine. I'm kidding." You cut him off. An awkward second passed before you exhaled a laugh and looked at him in the eye. That was so uncomfortable. He laughed too. Of course he's not staying the night. You heard from Roger that he's seeing some girl.

Whatever.

"Wow this is great" you complemented the food Brian made, hoping to change the subject. The air was still thick with some awkward gas slowly choking both of you. Brian probably couldn't take it anymore.

"Well not that you guys are now fed.." Gesturing to you and the cats, "that’s my cue to leave. I'll see you in the morning then" Brian spoke as he quickly left the kitchen to gather his things. You decided against seeing him out and instead yelled an "alright, thank you for the dinner, see you tomorrow" just as the front door shut.

Tiffany climbed up the table, eloquently sat in front of you, placing her fluffy tail gently in front of her as if saying "well?"

"Well what?" You answered. She looked away from you, her way of rolling her eyes and heaving a sigh of exasperation.

You cleaned up after dinner and decided to watch some television and later fed the cats with some treats before heading to bed. As you entered the bathroom to freshen yourself up, you caught Goliath sleeping in the lavatory. You didn't want to disturb him so you went to another bathroom.

While you brushed your teeth, you had an unobscured view of the door to your guestroom through the mirror. You were sure that you saw the door slowly swing a little wider. You turned to look at it directly to find that the door had actually opened wider. You looked back to your reflection wide-eyed and slightly paler. You never thought Freddie's house to be haunted as parties were always held here. You rinsed your mouth and quickly went into your room. Looks like you'll be sleeping with the lights on tonight.

"Y/n?" You heard someone call your name. "Why are you still here? And why are the lights on?" You woke up with a jolt when you felt the blanket being pulled away from you.

"What is the fucking time" you asked at Brian

"Its 15 minutes to 7" he looked at his wristwatch.You hopped out of bed to quickly fix yourself and get dressed.You arrived at work ten minutes late but Jeff was forgiving about it.

Brian was left at the house, worried that you didn't eat your breakfast. Maybe next time he can come earlier and make you some pancakes, he thought to himself. "Right. Breakfast." He said upon seeing the cats gathered by their food bowls. "You guys should've woke her up" Brian told them while filling their food bowls. Miko looked up with his yellow angry eyes to Brian: "why didn't you wake her up?"

After work and decided to buy some dinner for two, hoping Brian was still at home. You caught yourself sounding like a couple. Nope, not gonna happen. That thought is cancelled.

The sun had set a while ago but you wondered why the house was dark. You entered the house and called out to Brian.

No answer.

Okay he left.You turned on the lights in kitchen to unpack the food you bought when you spot Delilah sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor.

"Hey Dels" you spoke to her but she ignored you. She was intently looking at something in the dark hallway. You felt creeped out by the fact that Delilah could be seeing something in the hallway so you walked over and turned the lights on. There was nothing.

Delilah meowed once from behind you. You felt like you were being watched.

You were startled by a voice from behind you saying "hey is this dinner?"

"Fuck!" You screamed. It was Brian. "You scared me!"

"I'm sorry. I was sleeping in the couch when you came in." So that explains the bed head. Brian started unpacking the food.You looked back to the empty hallway.

"So how was your day?" Brian asked. He seriously needs to stop being 100% boyfriend material.

"Its fine. Came in a few minutes late but Jeff's fine about it." You answered as you ate dinner.

"Why didn't you wake up early?"

"Well, I forgot to set my alarm and there wasn't an alarm clock" you answered, slightly embarrassed with your carelessness.

"Why were you sleeping with the lights on?" He asked. You stopped chewing and scooted closer to the dinner table.

"Has it ever occurred to you that this house might be haunted?" You asked, keeping your voice low.

"Freddie's house? Haunted? Now, why would you say that?" He laughed. You shouldn't have asked.

"Last night I saw my door swing wide open. There wasn't any wind." You explained, feeling silly. "Sorry, never mind that. Its stupid"

"No its not stupid. Although I don't believe that this place is haunted." He spoke gently.

"Tell you what, I'm gonna stay here tonight so you wont have to be scared. What do you say?"

"No you don't have to! I don't want to ruin your plans tonight!" You quickly answered, feeling nervous at the thought.

"Its fine I don't have plans for tonight anyway" Brian answered.

"Really? No...dates?" You asked. Wow. So much for being subtle.

"Date?! No! Did Roger tell you about that?" He asked. You nodded.

"Roger just made that up. Don't listen to him" he spoke sternly, like a father telling his kid off. 'Like a what now?' Your mind said, arguing with itself.

Brian helped you put away some leftovers and fed Freddie's cats before watching tv with you. It was a series marathon of some american futuristic sci-fi show that you couldn't wrap your mind with. You ended up falling asleep on the couch. Brian noticed you snoring softly and decided to move you to the guest bedroom.

In the morning, you were being woken up by Brian who was sitting at the edge of the bed. "Oh my god am i gonna be late again?" You quickly sat up. You realized you were in your guestroom.

"No, its still 5:30. Go take a shower. I made you some pancakes." He said upon leaving you to get dressed. In the shower, you thought about how Brian is always feeding you well. Damnit, husband material.

You arrive at the kitchen and ate your breakfast carefully. Brian smiled as he sat in front of you. "How is it?" He asked.

"Bri, these are phenomenal." You said as you shoved a large slice into your mouth. He laughed.

"I packed a sandwich for you." He said, placing a paper bag beside you. You stopped chewing.

"Bri, you didn't have to."

"But I want to. Did you have a good sleep last night?"

"Yeah I did. Thank you." You answered, feeling nervous at how Brian is treating you.You were distracted the entire time at work. Brian was feeding you dinner, breakfast and made you a sandwich, carried you to bed, and made sure you woke up on time for work. Not to mention he stayed the night because you had a silly scare on your first night. Is he just being nice to you? 'Yeah he probably is.' You answered yourself.

Because you were distracted at work, you earned a lecturing from your boss. You also had to work for another two hours because you had to get your work done. You decided to call Freddie's house. Brian answered.

"Hey Bri, its me. I'll be working until eight tonight I hope I'm not ruining plans for you.." You made a face after you spoke.

"No, no its fine. Rog and Deaky are here anyway."

"Oh. Okay."

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No its-"

"I'll be there at around 7:30 okay?"

"...okay" you whispered. "Thanks, Bri."

"Anything, sweetheart." Your eyes widened at the nickname. You slammed the phone back before letting out a squeal. "What is he trying to do?!" You asked yourself.

You found yourself rushing to leave your workplace to find Brian in all his glory waiting for you. He asked you how your day was like the good boyfriend that he is.

What?

No! he’s a housemate! He's a great housemate.

The rest of the trip home consisted of Brian talking about catching up with Deaky and Roger. You were quiet while still trying to sort your feelings out.Upon entering Freddie's home, you can hear Roger cackling and John giggling.

"Oh hey y/n!" John looked up and handed you a drink. Roger still hasn’t finished laughing.

"Hi Deaks." You reached for the drink he handed you. You then looked to Roger saying "Hey, grease gun!" Roger immediately stopped laughing to give you a stern look.

The night drifted through and before you knew you were feeling slightly tipsy from the drinks Roger and John brought. They've said their goodbyes about an hour ago, leaving you in the house with Brian. And the cats.You were petting Oscar while Brian was cleaning up. You were still confused with everything between the two of you so you decided that now is the perfect time to ask him about it.

"Hey Bri?"

"hmm?"

"what are you doing?"

"I'm... cleaning?"

"No, silly. I mean what are you doing with me?" you giggled. Brian's confusion evident. you decided to explain further but you were cut off by Brian."y/n, I know youre drunk-"

"tipsy!" you corrected.

"Tipsy. you have work tomorrow right? you don’t want your boss to be mad at you so you'd better head to bed." Brian sat on the floor, looking at you lying in the sofa.Your clouded brain took this as a warning that you've misread all of Brian's kindness. You clamped your mouth shut as you got up and headed straight to your bed. You didn’t mind turning the lights on as you lied on the bed and felt your tears on your face. You closed your eyes and let sleep take over you.

In the morning you were startled by the sound of an alarm clock on your bedside. Brian might've placed it there. You continued your morning routine since spending them in Freddie's. As soon as you walked out of your room, you were greeted by Tiffany, meowing at you.

"What do you want?" she continued meowing until you reached the kitchen where the rest of the cat squad greeted you for their breakfast. You filled their food bowls but Tiffany kept meowing at you.

"I'm sorry I don’t speak cat. If this is about Brian again, he only sees me as a friend and that’s that." The cat remained quiet and tilted her head. You sighed. "Yeah he kinda hinted it last night. Oscar was there, you can ask him." She remained quiet. "Oh don't burden yourself about it! I'm done crying about it and its time to finally move on." You smiled.

"Move on from what?" Brian suddenly appeared behind you.

"Were you-? Did you spend the night here?" you felt all color drain from your face.

"No, I left after I set your alarm clock last night." He smirked, dropping a subtle reminder to thank him for that. But that didn’t stop you from giving him a stern tone.

"Thank you. But don’t sneak up on me again, you know how easily I get startled." He nodded.

"Well I gotta go now, see you, bye!" you practically gobbled up the words as you hurriedly left the house.

Work was kind to you today. When you left, you decided to eat dinner before going to Freddie's. Also, so that you wont have to be fed by Brian.

When you arrived, you went to the sofa to wake Brian up and to tell him that he can leave because you’re now here. You froze in your steps when you saw him lying on the sofa, his face smushed against the cushion, snoring softly. You couldn't bring yourself to disturb him sleeping peacefully.

So someone else did.

Miko and Tiffany decided to sit on Brian's face, irritating his nose. His eyes shot open to see you standing in front of him. He immediately sat up.

Great. Now you look like a creep.

"Hi I'm here now so you can go home and take a real nap."

"What? no its fine I can stay."

"No, You should go home and take a proper nap on your bed." He remained quiet. You contemplated that the tone you used was probably too harsh. He spoke after a few beats.

"Have you had some dinner?"

"Yep."

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Tomorrow." you repeated as you saw him out the door.

"Don't forget to set your alarm, alright?"

"I wont. Bye!" you shut the door and turned back to look at the cats.

"Whose side are you on?" you asked them.

You spent your night talking to a friend over the phone. It was late when you finally ended the conversation. you were too lazy to move out of the sofa so you decided to just take a nap there and move to your bed when your neck begins to hurt. You didn’t want to leave the sofa because it was warm and it smelled like Brian.

Uhh nope. you didn’t wan to leave the couch because it was warm and you were lazy.

You woke up in the middle of the night with a killer pain on your neck all the way to your back. It was worse than you've expected. You sat up on the sofa, looked around the dark room to find two glowy orbs across you. Your heart raced as your mind imagined all sorts of whatnots. behind it, another pair of glowy orbs showed up. Now you were panicking. You stood up and ran to your room, where it was bright. You immediately shut the door and tried to calm your breathing. You hear scrambling from outside your room. Small, minute noises that indicate movement. Suddenly one of the cats screamed a spine-chilling meow.

You reached the bedside phone and dialed Brian with shaky hands. He immediately answered.

"Brian its me"

"y/n?"

"Brian there’s something in the house please come over" Your breath was shaking, causing Brian to panic as well.

"I'll be there. Stay in your room and lock the door and don’t open until I tell you to, okay?" You nodded and the line went dead.Thankfully, Brian arrived almost immediately. He knocked at your door announcing himself.

"Y/n? its Brian. Its safe now." You ran to the door to reveal a disheveled Brian. Before you could stop yourself, you hugged him.

"What happened? I checked around but nothing was out of place.."

"well I fell asleep at the sofa and when I woke up in the middle of the night I saw two glowing eyes staring at me and then another pair of eyes behind it so I ran to my room and..." You stopped yourself and stepped away from Brian upon realizing the whole ordeal was stupid.

"God, I thought someone had broken in or something." Brian exhaled. You felt extremely guilty.

"Bri,I'm-"

"Don't apologize."You bit your lip. Was he angry? It didn't sound like it but you've never seen Brian angry. This could be the first.

"I was so scared that something could’ve happened to you, you know?" He spoke softly.

"Bri, I'm okay. I just get easily scared and my imagination likes to run wild-" you were rambling

"Well I got scared too! because if something happens to you it would be on me." Brian raised his voice. You stiffened. He sighed and spoke again after a few beats."I know you don’t care about me and I know you’re probably oblivious to everything I do or you see it as a plain friendly gesture but I care about you, y/n. I care about you loads. And when you called, I was scared that I wouldn't have the chance to tell you how I feel." you were shocked by this revelation at 3am by a disheveled Brian Harold May. You took in a shaky breath but before you could speak, Brian spoke."Please don't apologize. I know you don't feel the same and I-" You grabbed Brian's collar to bring his face closer to yours as you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. He was shocked at first but he wrapped his arm around your waist and held your face with his hand.You were finally kissing Brian.

You were interrupted by Goliath, rubbing against your leg. You both broke apart from the kiss to look at the cat."Has it ever occurred to you, y/n, that the pair of eyes you saw earlier were cat eyes?" Brian said while picking up Goliath.You had no words to express your shame. He's right.

"Or did you just call me because you missed me?" Brian was very smug about it.You turned your back to him and walked towards the door and was about to close it in his face when he stopped it with his foot.

"Aww y/n don't be like that I was just kidding!"You couldn't help but smile.

In the morning you woke up in the arms of Brian. You were in the guest bedroom, wrapped in each other. You forgot to set your alarm clock but you didn't mind. You'll just call in sick for today. You were looking at Brian sleeping peacefully beside you. Damn, he is so beautiful.

Suddenly, you hear the cats outside making a ruckus.

"Brian, wake up!" You sat up.He stirred.

"Brian, listen! The cats outside are doing it again!" Brian's eyes were wide open now, indicating that he heard it.The thumping outside became louder and louder and stopped in front of your door. The door clicked open and slowly revealed what was behind it.

The cats started flowing in, and the door finally reveals Freddie, carrying Oscar and Tiffany.

"Are you decent? I hope you guys used protection!" Freddie teased.

"Freddie!"

#cats are terrifying #brian may x reader #gwilm!brian x reader #gwilym lee x reader

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finchartssometimeswhenhesabinch · 5 years

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*slides u, like, four cents and a bottle cap* a fanficttion, featuring elmer, romeo, and a romantic dinner gone wrong. make it happen. *winks and leaves, never to be seen again*

Floor 9 (haha instead of cloud 9, i’m so funny…. esh)

*snatches the four cents and bottle cap* thanks so much! This’ll go to money I can use in Hawaii in May!!! Also this bottle cap will make a nice pin :))) now to the one shot-

Ughhh I also tried to format this but y’know it sucks on the mobile and ughhhhh I give up if it makes you angry you can like… go check it out on wattpad :) or smth

Words: tbd

Warnings: tbd

Ship: Elmer x Romeo ft. A tiny bit of Sprace at the end with our boy Albert

Type: fluffffffffffff

Tonight was going to be perfect. Elmer was so sure of it as he entered his small apartment located right in the middle of Manhattan, arms overloaded with groceries for the week (and extra incase his beloved boyfriend decided to stay with him). He could barely afford rent as it is, however, it was quite cheap compared to others around him due to the fact he was on the ninth floor with minimal windows and living space as the penthouse apartment upstairs had two levels in which cut his apartment in two. But it would still be perfect, even if Romeo was wheezing by the time he climbed nine flights of stairs.

The two boys had had this night planned for months; a romantic dinner at home, away from the scrutinizing eyes of the public. Somewhere where they could both be themselves and not be judged for having ‘labels’ or whatever the people older than them complained about, even though they clearly labeled themselves as assholes. They could write ‘GAY’ in permanent marker and no one should complain about it because we’re all decent humans here? Right?

Wrong.

Elmer frazzled around the kitchen for a few minutes at least, putting away groceries and preparing all the ingredients he needed to cook tonight’s meal, which of course was just a few of his favorite Polish dishes his Ma and Pa used to make for him. Now before you say anything, Polish food is not just cabbage with a side of cabbage accompanied by the finest cabbage salad topped with reduced cabbage sauce. He actually hated cabbage. In fact, Elmer got way too offended than he should when anyone brought it up. “It’s just like saying American food is only fry oil with lard and a side of processed plastic all dressed up to look like a hamburger,” He always argued. “Repulsed yet? Good.”

~~~

Because the author has no idea of any polish food which is really sad and they should probably research some stuff…. Elmer was nearly finished with dinner. Well, the main parts were finished, he just decided to put some rice on the stove as a second thought, stirring it as the rest of the meal remained in the oven on a low heat to keep it warm. He covered the rice with a damp towel, sighing through his nose. Now, he thought to himself. Clean the apartment.

Setting his stopwatch on his phone, he proceeded to dash around the apartment, picking up randomly strewn about socks and underwear for some reason? In fact, he could’ve sworn these underwear were one of his brothers- gross. He threw all of the washing into the washing machine to put on later.

Elmer skidded around the corner to his bedroom, sliding open his wardrobe doors and shoving everything that was on the floor into it. Spare papers, clothes both clean and dirty, and a pillow were shoved in carefully. He paused for a moment, saving the pillow from being stowed away, then slid the door closed quickly lest the stuff fall out. For an “adult” man, Elmer really felt he should’ve been better at keeping stuff clean… yeah no. Clean houses are for prissy uptight people, or people with their lives relatively together. That eliminated him quickly.

Not faultering for a second, he checked his bedside tables’ drawer for, uhm, stuff- unluckily for him though, the, uhm, stuff was no where to be seen except for empty packages. He grabbed the empty foil packages using his socks to slid to the bin. He was done for the most part and he stopped his stopwatch. 3 minutes 34 seconds, not bad.

He quickly slipped his shoes on, heading out to quickly grab, uhm, stuff. Take a wild guess to what this ‘uhm, stuff’ is because it’s hella necessary for a couple alone and Elmer sure wasn’t ready to go without it.

Panicking slightly, he locked up, running down the stairs-

“Elm-“ Romeo gasped as he caught a flustered Elmer by the waist who’d, embarrassingly, tripped down the stairs. Luckily on the same floor as his boyfriend was, but still. It was maya embarrassing for the usually sunshiny boy.

“Sorry Ro, gotta go, be right back!”

Romeo was left alone as the fleeting figure of his boyfriend continued down the stairs, wondering what the hell had just happened and how the hell was he going to get into Elmer’s apartment.

~~~

When Elmer returned, panting not only from his run to the store and back but also from his dash up the stairs, Romeo was sitting against the door of his apartment the obvious sounds of Best Fiends coming from his phone.

Elmer cursed under his breath. Romeo had gone all out with a really nice button up and slacks… at the moment the other boy was only in jeans and some random shirt he’d chucked on this morning. His hair wasn’t even decent since he’d just run- not to mention he was sweaty as hell. “Hi…” he smiled gently, offering a hand down to his boyfriend who graciously took it.

“Hey tree boy,” Romeo grinned, dusting himself off and delivering the customary greeting kiss to the others cheek while the other only pouted muttering a small ‘I’m not actually an elm tree’. “What’s with the rush.”

Elmer shook his head, hugging into Romeo’s side. “It’s nothing really; just forgot something.” He shrugged, feeling guilty for leaving Romeo outside while he got what he needed plus extra candy ‘cause he was craving it.

He momentarily moved away from the other with a giggle, reaching for his keys. He shoved them into the lock. “Sorry, it’s not the cleanest in there, I tried.”

“I’m sure it’s not that-”

BEEP

“-bad.”

Elmer’s eyes widened as he swung open the door only to be greeted by thick smoke and a stench that caused his eyes to water. The rice- he quickly ran in despite his boyfriend’s protests, gathering what he could of important things, even stopping to grab some of the dinner he’d made- what? He was hungry!!!! He also grabbed his charger as a second thought, switching off the stove on his way out. There wasn’t any fire so that was a good sign.

Fucking rice stench.

I don’t know if you’ve ever smelt burnt rice before but imagine the grossest smelling stuff and times it by 10000000 and that still wouldn’t be as bad. It smells hella toxic and Elmer was sure if he breathed anymore in, he would surely die.

Mid panick, he ran out the door right into the hall who’s sprinklers had been activated. It was likely the fire department had been called so Elmer continued to hightail it down the stairs—shutting his door first duh—vaguely hearing a soaked Romeo give a sigh and trail after him. He’d apologise later.

~~~

“I am so sorry-” Elmer murmured, scrubbing a hand over his face. After all that had happened, he’d apologised profusely to Romeo, over and over again until the words seemed meaningless. Thankfully, he was forgiven, and the two cuddled in the latters own apartment, shared with a few of his theatre/dance friends who were also on really good terms with Elmer. Every now and then Romeo would make a comment about how bad Elmer smelled on account of the smoke in the apartment, but it was all light hearted fun.

They were both fed and happy for the time being, content to just sit next to each other and talk or not talk. One of Romeo’s roommates came in about half an hour after they’d finished up dinner and begun to chatter to them excitedly.

“So let me get this straight,” the tall blonde cackled as he held his phone up to Elmer’s flushed face recording, just for evidence. “You nearly burnt down the whole apartment block for-” another wave of snickers spilled from his mouth, taking him a minute or so to calm down before continuing, lifting a plastic bag into the frame of the video, displaying it’s contents. “You nearly burnt down your freaking apartment and everyone else’s for condoms and skittles?”

“HE WHAT?” A ginger strode into the room, also one of Romeo’s friends, his eyes wide and curious.

Elmer buried his face into Romeo’s shoulder, letting out a groan as the blonde begun to repeat the story. “I’m never going to live this down.”

“Nope,” Romeo grinned as he watched his friends fight over the bag. “But just think, that’d make a great headline for tomorrow.” And as Elmer’s head shot up in annoyance, he couldn’t be more happier. Romantic date night wasn’t perfect… but it was still fun.

~~~

“Race those condoms are mine!”

“Come and get ‘em Al- OH SHIT SPOT HELP-”

The shorter boy who had just woken up because it was FUCKING 2 AM AND THE BOYS WERE STILL FIGHTING OVER STUFF- and was understandably mad, marched over to his tall boyfriend, holding out his hand. Too bad Race took the bait and handed him the plastic.

Spot, keeping eye contact with Race and Albert, made his way to the window, calmly dropping it down the many floors. Problem solved. Shame he didn’t get to sleep the rest of the night; the couch was pretty damn uncomfortable.

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A Drunken Confession

A/N: That’s an out of context spoilers up there. Have fun reading!

Saying goodbye to my family was a bitter rerun. Except this time I didn’t get cookies from the town mayor/baker and I’d be seeing my family again sooner rather than later. We were down to the final six, this wouldn’t go on for much longer. Not to mention I still wasn’t sure if I should tell Ben or not about the kissing dream but if I did I’d probably be gone the next day.

As I hugged them all goodbye my dad whispered in my ear. “Can I talk to you in private for a moment.”

I nodded but was a little confused about why he wanted to. We went inside my bathroom being the only private place I could think of I sat down on the rim of my bath as he leaned against the counter.

“You’re falling for Wyatt.” He stated bluntly with a bit of a smug grin.

“I AM NOT!” I yelled back full force and standing up from my seat, forgetting about the rest of my family. My mom who would probably drag me home by my ponytail if she knew I was falling for someone illegal for me to fall for and my sisters who two of them were too young to really understand.

He chuckled, “keep your voice down. You mom won’t believe me on my plan to tell her I was talking to you about my poems if you screech again.”

I sighed and sat back down on my ledge. “You know your mom was- is just like you. I know you don’t like hearing that because there are some major differences like she’s a cynic you’re an optimist, that’s my fault. But you have her defense stubborn nature. She must have bullied me for a year when she first fell for me.” He chuckled to himself as my face flushed in rage and embarrassment.

“I. do. Not. like. Wyatt.” I replied and crossed my arms. “He’s weird!” I added.

My dad laughed again, “You’ve just convinced yourself you don’t like him because it’s both unconventional for the selection, and because you’re again, like your mother. You don’t like feeling feelings without having been prepared for the feelings. I believe I have a poem about how romance rushes in, it doesn’t like giving you time to prepare which is something both you and your mother hate. You lash out defensively and end up being rude to the people you like.” He paused to stifle some laughter.

“Which is ironic considering you confessed to him in that very way today. What was it “I like you.” Then you turned to me and said, that's why you said boys were mean to me in elementary school, right? Yup. You act like an elementary school boy, Gabby.” He replied.

I wanted to argue. I knew I should argue. But I also knew my dad was right. He knows me so well and I’ve seen that defensive nature in both my mom and I before, just on things other than romance. I clenched my jaw as I managed to get out the words to the point, “Why are you bringing this up?” I asked.

“Well, back at the library you didn’t seem to really notice how you felt about Wyatt, otherwise you wouldn't have confessed to him. Second you unfortunately did not get my side of the families tendency to be bold. You like to act it but never follow through on the things that matter. You’ll glady swim with a shark but would never actually be emotionally vulnerable, which I’m not saying that’s bad it just makes relationships difficult. You’re my daughter so I just want you to be happy. You seem happy with him but you’re too much of a chicken to actually do anything about it.”

“That’s not true!” I insisted.

“Whatever happened with that boy you liked in high school? The one who was one of your mom’s patients?”

My eyebrows furrowed as I got his point. But I didn’t want to. I’m not a coward, I don’t do bad things, and dating Wyatt would be a bad thing, confessing to wyatt would be a bad thing, anything involving Wyatt is just bad. He’s just a dork. Why would I let myself get this racked up over a little- well he’s actually pretty tall- but anyways, why would I let myself get racked up over a mocking, witty, funny, ugh!

“Just let him know how you feel. I know you think it’s risky but the royals seem nice. They won’t penalize you for being honest. I know your mom would oppose the risk which is why I brought you in here, but that’s also why your mom’s first boyfriend was me. I was the only one who could get past her shell. Anyways, I just want you to be happy, but you shouldn’t expect people to read your mind. You have to be honest even if it’s scary.” He said.

I nodded and took his advice as much as I didn’t want to. If I wanted to be happy in life I needed to be honest. I like Wyatt. I may be scared because probability is he doesn’t like me back, but there’s no way I’ll ever know if I don’t put myself out there.

“Michael! We need to head out!” I heard mom say from my room.

We got up to head back out and my dad put his hand on my shoulder, “Remember Gabby, let your heart lead you. It’ll take you to a happy end.”

We went out and regathered with the family. Mom gave me a tight up before they left, “Stay safe, Ella! Remember to be sensible. Use good judgement!” She said as they shuffled off leaving me alone again in my room.

I let out a sigh at everything running around in my head. I don’t like Wyatt, I do like Wyatt, I should go off of my gut and my heart, I should use my head and be sensible. I don’t know. I grumbled and laid down in my bed and took a nap. My go to activity for when I’m stressed.

I woke up at lunch time as my maids came in to get me ready to go down. I couldn’t see Wyatt like this. Let alone function. Hazel would probably pick up right away. She may be young but the girl is observant. I huffed and buried my face into my pillow.

“I don’t feel well, I want to stay up here for lunch and dinner.” I replied my voice muffled into my pillow. They listened and quickly left me alone again.

I just wanted to go back to sleep and stay asleep. Like sleeping beauty. Sleep through all the stress and drama and just wake up to my prince char- to my love interest kissing me awake. Though, I suppose that doesn’t really sound to consensual.

I rolled over in bed and shut my eyes tight as I tried to go back to sleep. All I could think about was the Wyatt situation. I still didn’t know what to do. Would Ben be hurt? Well I think he likes me but enough that it would hurt him if I told that I liked Wyatt. Would Wyatt tell Ben if I just told him? Would Ben tell Wyatt if I told him?

“Ughhhhh!” I groaned.

“Is everything alright, Gabriella?” I heard a voice speak.

“WHAT THE HELL!” I yelled as I sat up and I identified the voice as my maid Lily.

I sighed in relief as I now knew who it was, “What are you doing in here?” I asked since I had dismissed them earlier.

“Oh well you said you weren’t feeling well so Rose, Violet, and I have been going back and forth on checking on you. It was my turn.”

“What? I’ve been awake I didn’t hear any of you.” I asked confused as I looked around and saw my clock which said it was now 11pm. WHAT. Apparently, I had gone to sleep but still had been deep thinking, what?

“You’ve been asleep for awhile, actually. So is everything alright?” She asked again.

“Oh yeah I’m just stressed.” I sighed then rolled over and grabbed my pillow tossing it up in the air and catching it again, an activity I had started doing while on bedrest.

“Lily, what do you do when your stressed?” I asked.

She chuckled, “I normally get blackout drunk and watch a movie, doesn’t seem like a very you thing though.” She replied. Being drunk sounds actually great right now.

“Lily, can you bring me like, all the wines, a way to watch a movie, and a horrible chick flick?” I asked.

I then spent about a two hours downing three bottles of wine and screaming about Bella from twilight being a hoe. How can she do this to Mr shiny! He’s supposed to be with her! Now she’s off flirting with hairy mc-hair boy! I huffed and got up.

I needed to tell Wyatt about this movie! It was so intense! There was like murder! Blood! Sparkles! It was the epitome of- what was I saying again? It was movie good!

I stumbled on my feet as I sloppily got dressed and waddled up to his room. I walked up the step somehow not slipping down all of them, but by the time I made it to his room I had more or less forgotten why I came up there.

I knocked loudly on his door not having too great motor control, “Whyyyyyy-hit.” I slurred and had to stop for a small hiccup, “Why-hit.” I said again with a giggle thinking of his name as a pun on the word why.

I didn’t hear anything so I just turned and pressed my back against the door and dropped to the ground. The world was spinning and Why-hit was probably asleep. I giggled to myself again. “Whyyyyyattt-whhhhyyy.” I said with another giggle, “is the world spinning. So many whys. Why, Y, then wyatt. Its a name- word- in a nameee.” I said then accidentally hit my head on the door, “Owwwww.” I said.

I heard a quick shuffle from inside the room before the door flung open causing my to fall back on the ground fully laying down now and looking up at Wyatt. “Gabby?” He asked.

“Heyyy Wyatttt.” I said and giggled some more. “You have ah-an- a funny name. Did you know that? It's very fun to say though. Wyyyyattt.”

He blinked seeming surprised at my presence then frowned and crouched down so be closer to my level. “Where have you been all day?” Oh yeahhh he’s my right side table mate. I’ve missed lunch and dinner today. HAH maybe that’s why this stuff is so strong. Empty tummy. Hah TUMMY.

“My room. I haven't been feeling well so I took a nap all day. I feel great now though! I got three bottles of wine.” I said and reached up to put three fingers up but forgot what I was doing to I decided to squish Wyatt’s face instead, “Can I come innnn my room is so far away and the world is so dizzy. I don't wanna be on bedrest againnnn.” Since I’d probably fall and sprain my ankle again if I tried to walk too far like this.

He gave me a flat look, “So you're drunk?” He asked his voice muffled by his squished cheeks.

I let go of his face and kept one of my arms up for a very matter of fact point, “I am not drunk! I do not drink! I have drink once! I was 16! I'm a different person now. I'm just a litttttttllllleee bit tipsy now. But I've had a really- complicated- er confusing, maybe just horrible day so I needed it.”

“You didn't need it.” He said and tried to help me sit up.

“I needed it.” I was too busy thinking about our hot and steamy dream kiss I needed the wines to help the head thoughts. I rolled over to get on my knees then decided to just sit on them.

“My dad also kinda told me to. Since he told me I needed to not be such a chicken and al-alc- alc-o-ha whatever, makes you less of a chicken. Sitting up is so much workkk, can I come in your room?”

He gave me an unimpressed look, “I only understood 30% of the words you just said.” Well that sucks for him because I understood 110%. He then looked down the hallway and pulled on my arm to help me get up, “You might as well get in so you can sober up.”

I giggled then shot up, “Yayyy, I havent been in your roombeforesince nayalya did the taking.” I mumbled slurring my words together. I looked around quickly before deciding I wanted to sit on his bed. Wyatt tried to block me BUT FOOL I PLAYED BASKETBALL so I got around him and flopped face first on his bed. “Your bed smells like you.” I said my voice muffled from the bed before I turned my head to breath.

Wyatt blushed at that and wiped his hands on his pants for some reason. Then decided to turn on the bigger room lights and pour me some water. I don’t need that! I’m not a wuss! All I need is more winesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. “I'll take that as a compliment.” He said.

“You're cute when you blush. You're like a little tomato its funny. I wish I liked tomatoes. The idea of them is so appealllinnggg hahhhhh appealing beacause you peel tom- you dont peel tomatoes do you?”

He took a deep breath and finished pouring the water, “Why do I always have to deal with drunk girls?”

“Do you constantly have to? This is very very unlike me. I dont get drunk offten because last time I got drunk I tattled on my bitch friend and told everyone she was a bitch then kicked her off the cheer team. Then I'm pretty sure Emma got rid of the party. SHE WAS A BITCH THOUGH!” I said with 0 filter.

Wyatt stared at me in bewilderment, “What?”

“I'm sorry that was just the last time I was drunk. There was this girl in my cheer squad, Nina. She made Emma anorexic and was a general bitch so i got drunk ans publically called her out. Then she stole my boyfriend. I do stupid things when i drink, conclusion.” I explained giving him the chalked up summary.

“High schools can't possibly be like the movies.” He mumbled to himself.

I looked up at Wyatt from the bed, “What do you know about high school? Are you judging off of fiction? like the horses?You said that was wrong to do? but here you are. Judging! Though I guess your source is right because they are like them. Though I was not too good at being a hot cheerleader.” I paused to flop my head back onto the bed then yelled into the mattress, “No one would ever date me because I'm too defensive!” My reason for not being a good stereotypical cheerleader.

“I was actually implying that I didn't judge them to be like the movies but you are making them sound like they are.” He replied then laughed at my second part. “I see... pity for them I guess.” He said walking over with the glass of water.

I then sat up in the bed ready to take the water and took the glass as I spoke, “Yeah a real pity. I'm a mighty fine catch. That's a phrase right? Yeah because its with fish in the sea. I almost got one but then I was too prideful to talk to him and Nina took him. His name was Jonathan. He was actually a lot like you, you're cuter though. But youre both mega dorks but somehow make it look cool.”

Once I compared the two Wyatt’s eyes got wide, his cheeks red, and he cleared his throat, “Uh, thanks.. I think.”

“You should think!” I chimed then pat him on the back. Then realized that didn’t quite make sense. “I dont think thats right. You should say thanks! it was intended as a compliment! there! Do you have any food?” I asked and took a sip of the water. I forgot what a blessing water was, “God i love water.” I said then set the cup down on his nightside table and flopped back down, sitting up being such a chore.

He blinked then walked over to his mini fridge, “So... how exactly did you end up here again?”

I thought for a moment trying to remember why I had come, then it hit me. THE MOVIE. “OH YEAH THATS RIGHT! Have you seen- okay so I don't remember their names, but I was watching these amazing movies while I was drinking! They're so good I had to tell you. There's like a sparkly person and a hairy boy and blood and murder!”

He crouched down to take out some, blessed oreos, and milk but paused to give me a look, “That doesn't really sound like my style of movie.” It is everyone’s style of movie. IT’S AMA-ZONG.

“It's based off of a book! What was it called?” I asked as I went distraught in thought and rolled on his bed. “TWILIGHT!” I exclaimed.

He raised his eyebrows as he opened the package of oreos, “Oh wow, you must be really drunk.”

“Oh my God cookies!” I exclaimed as they were closer now and scootched over to them.

“I keep chips in my room at home but cookies are a better idea. And I'm not thattttt drunk. I asked my maid Lily what she does when she's stressed and she says she drinks and watches movies so I asked for a bad movie because they're funny BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD”

He rolled his eyes clearly trying to hold back a smile as he handed me a glass of milk and the cookies. “People don't tend to describe Twilight as "really good".”

“Well they should. I should be a movie critic I would be FANTASTIC I know all the acting and filming shit.”

“I'm so sure.” He said as he pulled a beanie bag over by the bed and plopped down on it. HAH ITS MY BED NOW. He then opened a can of canada dry, doesn’t that soda just taste like fizzy nothing? “Enlighten me.” He added.

“Well- like here's the first thing the scenes they get DARKER in dark parts of the movie. its artistic genius! and the actors are all like so into it. and the main character is like her name has meaning but i forget what it is BUT IT'S GOOD BELIEVE ME THAT!”

He nodded like ‘yes but of course’ and took a swig of his drink, “Sounds legit.”

My eyebrows furrowed and my cheeks flushed at the word, “I hate that word.”

He snorted and tried to sit up straighter in the beanie, “Why?”

“Well I wanna prove my dad wrong that I am NOT a coward so I'll tell you- hah stop saying i look like chicken little HE'S A COWARD AND I'M NOT A COWARD- sorry.” Wyatt grinned at my vine reference.

“But anyways. I had a dream the night you brought my toast but in my dream we kissed. When it ended you said "that was legitness" its been haunting me since and honestly is the reason I drank and didn't come to lunch or dinner because my dad said I liked you. Which I don't! at least I think i don't. I'm pretty sure I don't. *pauses* Well I do like you. But there wasn't a point in saying so until he had to call me a coward because now I had to prove that I'm not!” His grin quickly faded as I spoke and he seemed surprised when I mentioned the kiss. He stood up as I finished talking and laughed nervously.

“No, no. No, no. I really doubt you like me. It's just the alcohol speaking.” He tried to reason.

“No no. No no, I do. My dad knows me like the back of my hand. I get defensive and attack when I feel insecure which he pointed out. I'm that way with you being I like you and it catches me off guard so I amp up defense and bully. Which he pointed out was ironic since I jokingly said I liked you like one of those elementary school boys when I was apologizing but it's 100% true. You're dorky, cute, funny, your admirable, you have great interests, and being with you honestly just makes me feel entirely different than how I feel when I hang out with other people. I'm able to focus more on the present instead of stressing and just genuinely enjoy spending time with you. I like you. That I'm 100% certain which is what I realized today and why I hid in my room.” I explained. His face got redder and redder as I explained. He was clearly panicking. For some reason I wasn’t, shouldn’t I be? Oh wait no I’m drunk.

He plopped back down on his beanie and looked up at me for a moment before our eyes caught eachothers and he panicked and looked away. “I-Um, I enjoy spending time with you as well.” He said as he face palmed. He’s really working to hard. I don’t expect him to do anything but reject me here I’m not that unrealistic.

I couldn’t help but to burst out laughing finding it funny how much he had panicked, granted had the roles been reversed I probably would have reacted similarly. “I get it. You know I may be academically dumb but that doesn't mean I'm reckless. I know how to weigh pros and cons. I've already considered how you feel about me and decided that it seems you didn't like me. You don't have to try and formulate a perfect reply. We can just keep being friends for these last few weeks till I'm sent away.” I couldn’t help but to be smiley at his cute flustered face, but I had to be nice so I laid back down in bed and looked at the ceiling so he wouldn’t have to worry about eye contact.

“Anyways, it explains my weird behavior of eye contact avoiding a few days ago before breakfast. Additionally, any other weird behavior since then. Also my dads comments about me being like my mom. Apparently, she bullied him for their whole first year of knowing each other. He was too much of a dork supposedly.”

He sat up in the beanie bag and leaned forward on resting his elbows on his knees and sat in silence for a moment. Oh no, that’s a serious thing. He’s gonna say something serious, “So... that means I’m too much of a dork as well.”

I burst out laughing and rolled over on my side to look at him as I spoke, “I believe I established earlier, you're dorky enough that you somehow make it cool. Still enough for me to bully you for but not in an actual bad way.”

He looked to the floor once I rolled over, “I’m a paradox then.”

“I suppose so. That's probably why I drank like so much wines. Too much thinking because of paradox. Like is he an annoying dork? Is he a cute dork? Both Both is good. The Road to El Dorado.” I said making another reference.

He chuckled, “The best of both worlds?”

Hah! He’s activated my trap card, in my horrible horrible, bad enough that your father writes a poem about it singing I started, “YOU GET THE LIMO OUT FRONT UOAHAHAU.”

He covered his ears, “Oh no, I take it back, stop!”

I started laughing at his reaction then gathered myself, “It's too late, Schreave! It's your itsy bitsy hell but hannah montana now! HOtTEST STYLeS, EvERY SHoE EveRy ColOR!”

He got up and threw a blanket on top of me hoping that would be enough to stop me, “you’re not a superstar.”

I managed to flop some of the blanket off of me, “I have to be a superstar. Otherwise you wouldn't have taken all those pictures of me. It's truly because I'm a-” I did a dramatic pause and flipped my hair, “A superstar.”

He gave me a flat look, “Yes, you’re right. That must be it.”

I chuckled, “So what did you think of my family anyways? You didn't get to meet Mae or my mom but other than those 2.”

“Ellie is quite enthusiastic...it reminds me a bit of Hazel when she was younger.” He said and sat back down on his beanie. “Your dad kind of reminds me of my own, though mine holds back more when it comes to telling embarrassing stories about us-” He paused, “-Usually.”

I chuckled, “Yeah he aimed to destroy. You didn't get too see too much of Riley's personality because she's a lot more reserved around strangers but she's pretty chill. And mom and Mae, Mae is 13 months old and really likes bananas. Mom is very serious and likes to do her work at the hospital. I don't see her too much because of it but dad tries to remind her to take breaks.”

“And you went through life surfing and being a cheerleader with a girl you hated?” The question threw me off since we weren’t really on the topic of high school or cheer or Nina.

“You mean Nina? Nina only did cheerleading so it wasn't too big of a deal and it was just the first 3 years of high school. I also did other sports too and surfing so I had a lot of time away from her. Plus aren't you the one that was all like-” I paused and held my hand up making a mouth puppet with my thumb and other fingers, “sometimes you have to put up with nasty people for the GrEaTeR GoOD." I said in a mocking voice opening the hand mouth along with it.

He narrowed his eyes, “The outcome of Illéan economy doesn’t really depend on you being a cheerleader.”

I chuckled and put my hand down, “Well it mattered to me an I enjoyed being a cheerleader. I didn't see why I should stop just because another girl was a bitch. Honestly I should have gotten drunk and kicked her off the team much sooner than I did. I do good things when I drink. Like this time, I got cookies.”

He nodded awkwardly and looked around the room, “Why were you still up?” I asked.

He looked back at me and hesitated for a moment before standing up and walking over to his desk covered with the photos. “I couldn't sleep, so I figured I should find something to do.”

I stumbled to get up curious to look at the photos and made my way over to them, “Why couldn't you sleep?” I asked.

He shrugged, “Well, my sleeping schedule isn't the best to begin with, but I guess with everything happening lately, it's only gotten worse.” HE'S LIKE BEN.

My daughter of a doctor instincts kicked in, “You should get a good sleep schedule, its high-hih-” I couldn't help but to giggle a bit as a struggled with the word, gosh drunk gabby is not good at arguing, “Very important! Health!” I said and threw my arms up.

He chuckled, “You say this as you stand before me drunk at..” He looked to his clock, “half an hour away from 2 A.M.”

“As I said before.” I said and pointed my finger at him, “I am n-no not! drunk. Just a litttleee wee bit tipsy. And this is not a normal thing for me. I would be asleep by now. Well most days. Recently I've been up late scared I'll have another that was legitness dream.”

He poked me on my forehead with his index finger to prove how off balance I was which resulted in me flopping back down onto his bed. He then cleared his throat and turned back to the pictures, “That traumatizing, huh?”

“Very.” I replied then realized that may have hurt his feelings, “Not because kissing you would be bad or even gross, though that is what I've been telling myself to try and persuade myself out of it, but I don't think it would be bad in a horrific sense, it's just been stressful because I've been going through the steps of like well maybe it'll just go away, and then it didn't, and then maybe I should tell you and/or Ben but I decided not too because keeping it to myself means nothing bad could happen and maybe it was just a blip and I would get back to liking just Ben and no one would ever need to know. But that didn't happen. Then dad told me to tell you but mom told me to be smart and telling you would not be smart so I just got more stressed and popped and normally i would go surfing but this stupid hip and foot so I drank. But anyways if I had another dream about you I'm sure it would have just added to the stress.”

“So you don't plan on telling Ben?” He asked as he flipped through the pictures.

“Undecided. I mean I wasn't going to at first to see if it would pass, but then I noticed last time we hung out alone I didn't feel like I liked him as much and that he should know regardless of my weird dream and liking you. But I also have selfish reasons that I want to stay like I like spending time with you and want to just wait it out since there's only a few girls left. And with rationalizing it seems easier to not tell him since it's not like there's a high probability he'd like me best anyways. So I could just show slight disinterest so I stay as long as natural but still get time to hang out as friends with you. But ethics and math and thinking. Now I want more alcohol.”

Wyatt’s ears got red as I spoke. “Alright... “ He said and shook his head, “I mean-- about the staying, not the alcohol.” He clarified. I heard him sigh then he spoke up again, “There's something else you can do if you don't want to think too much though.” He said and offered a hand to me.

I took his hand and sat up leaning on him a bit as I wasn’t the best at balancing in my current state, “Die?” I asked genuinely not knowing what he could mean.

He gave me a flat look, “Shut up.” As we walked towards the balcony.

“It’s my honest best guess.”

He let go of me for a moment to grab his camera, then came back and held my arm to help me stay balanced and we went outside on his balcony, “We can’t go to the beach but it’s the next best thing.” He said which made me smile. Either we had similar coping mechanisms to stress and liked being by the beach or he was actually considering me as a person and trying to help.

I chuckled and plopped down on the ground of the balcony, you could still see the shore and dangle your legs off the edge, “Yeah drinking and the beach are a bad combination. Plus it's what? Almost two am you said? I love the beach, don't you? It's interesting because there's just so much we don't know about it, and thrilling because you have no idea what's around you but somehow we as people always feel safe in it. Plus the sounds of the waves are just so steady that it could just put you to sleep. Not to mention the way that it connects us all. Doesn't matter which country you're from or in, if you're in the ocean you're in the same mass as everyone else in the world. It's just invigorating.” I said rambling on a bit I gazed out and watched as the black blobs that I knew to be waves gently swayed back and forth from the beach. I love the ocean at night.

I closed my eyes for a moment thinking about the night before I applied for the selection. The night I went out surfing and decided that there was no point in my applying. Nothing was void in my life so I shouldn’t do anything to risk derailing it. It was my mom talking in me. I hadn’t known what I was missing so I evaluated the risks poorly. Being with Wyatt and the relationship friendship or otherwise I was building with him was worth leaving home for a bit.

“You get really deep when you’re drunk... “ He replied. “We like the sound of waves because it’s a ‘non-threat’ sound. It fools your brain into thinking it should be calm because there’s no imminent danger.” He then added.

I turned back to look at him after he said that, “You're a genius.” I said before laying down on the floor of the balcony, my eyes needing a break as my head spun from the alcohol. Though, it’s silly that waves would tell us that when there’s all kinda of dangerous animals in the ocean, not to mention the waves themselves can kill.

“You know what animal I feel bad for?” I prompted.

He was taking a picture of the sea as he replied, “Porcupines?” What? No?

“No? Should I feel bad for porcupines? What's bad with them? I feel bad for sharks. They don't even want to eat people they hate how we taste! they just don't know what we are and their mouths are too big so when they try to figure it out they end up being vilified. We examine things all the time yet they are seen as evil! It's not fair!”

He raised an eyebrow at me, “That's a really bad comparison. But I said porcupines because they can't be hugged.” He said before placing a hand on his chest dramatically and making a deeply troubled face, “It's so sad.” He then paused and looked to no one behind his shoulder and added, “Alexa play despacito.”

I then burst out into laughter at both his meme and a pun that came to my head, “No no no! If you get like a space suite- suu- suit you could hug them! You just have to be careful! Wait- are they sad because they're.....POOR-CUPINES?!” I kept laughing at my own horrible joke.

He sighed and quickly gave me a glance, “You're truly awful.”

I chuckled at his reply and was about to insult him back before I caught myself. “I know. Hey, while I'm drunk and not a prideful moron I should apologize to you sincerely for all of the mean things I say to you as a defense. Like calling you a stupid mcstupid head. You're not a stupid mcstupid head.” I said. Wow. A real apology. My dad would probably cry from joy.

“Eh, maybe just a tad, but I appreciate the apology.” He replied with a small smile. We then sat in silence again and just rested listening to the sounds of the world.

I took a deep breath in as I closed my eyes for a moment. This felt right. Sitting with Wyatt and just thinking and being together. No words passed for a moment sandwiched between our small bits of banter and conversation.

“So this Jonathan never even showed interest in you? I thought cheerleaders were popular.” He asked. I had to hold back from grinning at the question. Oh, so he does care about my past romances?

I then took a deep breath in before explaining since there were a lot of knots and background reasons to put out for him to best understand, “Cheerleaders are popular but I didn't have the general cheerleader personality like Emma and Nina. They did much better with the boys than me. Plus Jon was a total nerd. His favourite class was English because he liked the books. Emma knew him better than though since they had math and english together and I'd just watch from afar she said he liked me at least enough that he would say yes if I asked him out but he never talked to me. Then I was too nervous to ever talk to him and Nina swooped in for vengeance since she knew I liked him and he's a two. She wants to be a model but shes a three. Not a upper class three like me either. My dad heard gossip about her in the biweekly mom's book club, so I'm not sure if its true at all, but they had heard she didn't live with anyone and the house she stayed in wasnt owned she was just squatting. It would make sense because she rarely invited us over and I know she didnt live with her biological parents. She told me her mom killed herself and her dad turned into an alcoholic so she was removed, but then shouldn't she have had a foster family? I never saw them at least. But anyways her foster parent or parents were threes so she got assigned a three caste. Not a model caste so Jonathan was a good person for her to leech to. I don't know why Jonathan is with her. Emma doesn't either she keeps trying to find out though.” I hope she does. I don’t know Jon too well, but just from human being to human being I wouldn’t want anyone to be stuck with that bitch.

“I did let him borrow a pencil once though. That was some real steamy action.” I added sarcastically. I wondered for a moment about Wyatt’s past with romance. Maybe it would come up later, maybe not. It would probably be too much to ask in addition to my big splur of an explanation. So I suppose I’ll just have to wait.

He laughed at my second comment, “An awkward, nerdy jock. Who would've thought.” He replied then thought for a moment, I was curious to know what he would say but quickly found out, “Not to judge Johnny boy or anything, but if he was bold enough to ask for a pencil he should've asked you out instead of waiting for you to do it. He missed his chance.” I smirked a bit at the name Johnny boy but tried to focus.

“Yeah I wonder why he didn't if he liked me. Probably Emma was just lying to encourage me. It wouldn't be out of character for her to do that. Or maybe he just wanted me for my pencils. And thank you I truly am a rare thing. I think Emma was always annoyed that I was more popular than her. Not with boys but people generally attracted towards me. It wasn't my fault though I'm just too awesome.” I replied with a smirk showing of my charm of humility.

“And let's not forget clearly humble.” He replied.

“Highly humble. Like if there is a human form of humble it would be me. I'm just that darn good.” I grinned at the adjective then got curious. I wonder if there's a way I can find out more of Wyatt thinks of me, “Let’s play a game.” I suggested.

“Like what?” He asked warily.

I sat up and faced him, “Okay so I haven't played this since elementary school but it was fun to me then. So it's super easy, I remembered it because of calling myself so many adjectives. But basically you have to come up with an adjective that fits each letter of another person's name and personality. Such as right now I would say wary for the W in Wyatt.” I said giving an example.

He scoffed a laugh, “For once I benefit from having a weird letter combination on my name. I'll go with gleeful.” I had a rather gleeful grin grace my face as he complied to play.

“I didn't even think of that. Y hmmmm.. Yyyyyyy…” YEET? Yeazy? What does that even mean? I spoke before I even thought, “Yummy!” I said then went bright red myself, “because you're attractive. It's the best I can think of.” I mumbled pretty embarrassed at my own word choice.

His face went red as well as he scooted away from me in panic, “I'll pretend that's just you being drunk and say absurd for A.” I chuckled at that. Well I really didn’t have a filter when I was this drunk.

“It is just me being drunk. Though you are attractive and there are very few Y adjectives I would normally never call you yummy. A, Affable.”

‘Interesting.” He said and took a moment to think but then quickly said, “Bold.”

“Hah I'm gonna run out before you. I'll have to go with your middle name then. What is it? And T for tall.” I asked planning ahead.

He chuckled, “Christopher. R for-” He then paused to dramatically wave a hand in the air, “-ravishing.” I wanted to comment on the fact that he just called me ravishing but instead my attention had to be distracted by the middle name.

“Your middle name is Christopher? I forgot you royal people like to pass on names like that. I think it’d be weird to give me kid my name as their middle. Alright last T. Hmmm tenacious.”

He nodded, “I thought you knew by now that I was a junior.”

“I did not. It hasn't come up. Well my middle names are funny too. My parents went with Rose Marie. Get it. like Rosemary. Rosemary was my grandmothers name so it’s supposed to be a tribute without being weird because rosemary is a weird name.” I said explaining my two middle names. Thankfully, they didn’t make it my first and it was my grandmother so thats not as weird as my dad or I guess in my case it would be my mom.

“So they decided not to be weird by naming you Rosemary, and instead made you Gabriella Rose Marie Patterson.” He then seemed to notice something, “You have more names than me,” He said all smug like. At first I was confused why then it occured to me I had just called him being a junior stuffy and having a long name was pretty stuffy itself.

I then slightly shoved him, “Shut up. At least mine isn't a copy of my parents name. Its my grandmother so that makes it more okay and its slightly changed. Thank goodness they didn't name me Rosemary. I don't know how I would have lived with that. Maybe I could go by Rose.” I wrinkled my nose at the sound of my name and shook my head. Rose was for sure a hard no.

Wyatt wrinkled his nose as well, “The girl that kissed Ben at the bar was named Rosie.”

“Ew. Yikes no. What about Mary then?” I asked and pressed my lips thinly together as I considered the name, “No for me. I think id just have to go by a whole new name had they done that to me.”

He thought for a moment refusing to give up, “Oh, I know. Rory. RO-sie and ma-RY.”

“Thats a boys name, isnt it? Like on The Office?” I asked.

He blinked, “I got it from a show Layla watched called Gilmore Girls. It was a nickname for this girl named Lorelai, but I never really understood the reason.”

I scoffed a laugh, “What kinda a name is Lorelai? I don't understand parents sometimes.” Though, realistically I’d be probably naming my own kid after a meme. Jarden Whaddup _______. My son.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow seeming fairly amused. Why? What had I done wrong? “Your etiquette teacher is named Lorelai with a spelling variation.” Oh crap.

“Can you tell I don't pay attention during those classes?” I asked rhetorically.

He jokingly gave a loud sigh, “You are a disappointment with napkins.”

HEY! “Shut up. You're a disappointment with I don't know...um..fuck...you're a disappointment with something”

He gave a brief chuckle, “Oh, of that I’m sure.”

I rolled my eyes, “God you're so stupid that's not how you're supposed to respond to insults. You don't just agree you moron.”

“Thanks.” Wyatt replied with a smile then decided to be a smart Aleck, “Very compelling advice as you insult me again.”

“Well you didn't accept being a moron at least. Are you an idiot sandwich?” I asked. Since he did accept being called a disappointment, but he hadn’t agreed to the moron insult.

“Well, moron, stupid and idiot are kind of synonyms, chef Ramsay.” I already knew that, that wasn’t my question.

“Thanks. But do you think you're an idiot?” I asked deciding to clarify more.

“I’ve been an idiot once or twice, but I like to think it’s not my usual.” He answered.

“Good.” I said then pat him on the back. We talked for a bit longer about my total and complete perfection

“Impressive. Which by the way happens to be a word that perfectly fits with i.” He said about my total confidence in my perfection.

I chuckled, “Oh yeah I forgot about the name. I'm on your middle name now, right? Because Wary, Yummy, Affable, Tall, and tenacious. So C…Chivalrous.”

“Really? I thought I made the air foul.”

“Only when you watch me try to open napkins. Then it's like suffocatingly foul.”

His eyes narrowed as he focused on the next word. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he seemed to be deeply considering what he would say next, “Enlivening.”

He clicked his tongue, “I had ideas, I just wanted to use something better.”

“I suppose that could be true. A in Wyatt took me awhile because I wanted something harder than adorable.” I replied not thinking too much about the fact that I indirectly had called him adorable until he cleared his throat.

“Well, I wanted something more meaningful than empathetic.”

I scoffed a laugh, “Empathetic wouldn't even be accurate. I'm very me focused. Otherwise I wouldn't have come to your room in the middle of the night I would have thought "huh, he's probably asleep. I shouldn't wake him"

“Um…” He said as clearly hadn’t thought of that. “You still seem like the type of person that at least tries to understand how someone else feels occasionally though.”

I chuckled, “Well at least I may try too when I'm not near blackout drunk.”

“So not the most empathetic, but it's something. Either way, L is lighthearted.”

“R for reliable. At least when you want to ask someone to entertain your little sister. Reliable there.” I referenced him playing with Ellie and letting her use his camera.

He nodded, “And L again for loyal. With your family. It's pretty clear who's most important.” He replied which made me smile. I was happy to know he had gotten to know me enough to notice how important my family is to me.

I chuckled, “You're right there. It's honestly the reason I'll never be a surfer. I like to say it's just because I don't want to deal with fighting my mother because she disapproves. But I was around with Riley told mom she was marrying a five. It wasn't pretty. I'm not going to put Eliana or Mae through that. Did I tell you I got an idea for an occupation I might be able to settle for?”

“Marine biologist?” WOW THAT'S AN IMPRESSIVE GUESS.

“So I must have told you before. That was underconsideration yes, but shark tagging and studying sharks specifically would be fun. It wouldn't be as great as staying home and surfing and I'm not really a fan of travel and being away from my family but it gets me on the ocean and studying something thrilling. Plus a lot of its action so I don't have to use too much of my head for the tagging part.”

“You didn't say it, but talking about how much there is to explore about the ocean kind of gave you away... you actually want to study sharks though?” He replied. I suppose that was kinda a give away.

“Yes. They're interesting and wild. My dad made a good way of explaining my cowardness earlier that put the idea in my head. he said "you're brave on the outside enough that you would try to swim with a shark but so much of a coward that you'd rather argue with people and taunt them then let them see you emotionally open." I then gave a slight chuckle.

“Guess that does not apply when I'm drunk though.” I added before holding up a quick thumb up.

“But they're cute and they get a bad rep. I don't know too much about them but learning more could be fun. At least more so than being a lawyer,” I wrinkled my nose at the thought of being stuck with a load of long and boring paperwork.

“Then again there are drawbacks. I do think exploring is fun but I dislike the idea of travel. Even coming here was scary to me and it's only like an hour and a half away from my home. But still it's worth consideration.” I weighed the pros and cons. No job was perfect for me. I would just have to compromise like I had been raised to. But I’d still like to know the weight of the cons to determine if the compromise is worth it.

“There’s not enough sharks to study in the Angeles shore? That does sound like a tragedy.” He said and looked off to the shore.

“But.. a lot of people are scared to be, uh, emotionally open. So you’re not alone.”

“The problem there isn't the number of sharks, it's that studying sharks normally means following their travel patterns to understand them which is why they get tagged so you can help keep track. Though, realistically I'd be too much of a wuss and should just read books about them instead if I'm curious.” I further thought aloud then slightly huffed since the more I thought about it the more it seemed like a bad choice.

“And at least to me seems like other can be emotionally open enough to at least stay level headed and just not be like verbal about their emotions as opposed to me who decides attack is the best way to handle is and mocks people. To be fair you're very easy to mock. You're good at coming up with comebacks though, so I for Intelligent.” I replied and quickly changed the topic back to the game. I wasn’t really a fan of talking about my flaws, as shocking as that may seem.

He chuckled at my detailed explanation, “An honor to hear you to say that—even if you’ve also called me a moron tonight.”

“Please, over half of what I are are meaningless insults. You can't really take any of them to heart. Except for the dork ones. Those are true.”

“I kind of want to argue back, but I’m not sure how.”

“You can't because it's true. You're a big ol'dork. Just like I'm a big ol'nerd. We're both losers.” I said and put a thumb up.

He awkwardly smiled at me before putting my hand down, “Thanks.” He said before he just made eye contact. Is he thinking? Is there something on my face? Do I just look really bad right now? I heard moonlight was supposed to make people prettier? Fuck-fuck-fuck why is he staring at me? I flushed and looked away myself.

He cleared his throat and spoke up again, “Finally your first name is over. A for amusing.” Oh no such a long name 9 letters, oh the pain.

“But hey I still need to finish Christopher otherwise your middle name is just Chri. So I suppose you have to do Rose Marie now? Or just we need to discuss what to do.” I suggested since we really couldn’t progress without discussion.

“Wyatt Chri Schreave has a nice ring to it, but alright.” He paused then did a dramatic host voice, “Here comes the lightning round!” He said and acted like he had a microphone which he pointed at me.

I chuckled at his playful behavior before responding, “Alright. S for sarcastic. So fast, so speedy, like sonic.” I joked.

Wyatt however, was no longer playing, “R for rude.”

I got flustered and decided to make him suffer just the same and had to hold back from an evil grin as I knew just the way to, “It's not my fault that I'm rude. If you hadn't seduced me than I wouldn't be so defensive then I.E rude.”

Wyatt’s face quickly flushed giving me my revenge, “I DIDN'T SEDUCE ANYONE.”

“YOU SEDUCED ME WITH YOUR VASE HIDING, AND EYEBROW RAISING, IT WAS A SEDUCTION TACTIC!” I defended trying to play along but broke out into laughter unable to keep up my defensive act, “I'm sorry, I'm kidding, I don't victim blame.” I apologized through my laughter.

For his vengeance he decided to snap a picture of me without my consent as I laughed. Drunk or not I didn’t like pictures being taken of me. “NO! THAT'S SO RUDE.”

He then turned the camera to show me the picture. I didn’t look horrible, “I think it's nice.”

I pursed my lips as I thought deeply for a moment over if I should let this go or not. I grumbled as I decided, “Fine you can keep it but only because I look not horrible for once in it.”

He laughed then took another photo of the view in front of us, “You look not horrible in all the pictures I got of you at the library.”

“That would honestly surprised me. Considering I look bad in like all pictures. I'm pretty sure that's why Emma bribed me to apply for this too so there would be someone for sure with a worse picture than her.” He then looked at the photo and seemed unsatisfied with it. Great your very presence while he took it ruined his picture Gabby. Your powers have surpassed needing to even be in the photo.

“Your application had a nice picture.” He replied. I wonder if Ben gushed to him about the applications before we got here. Oh wow he probably read that I had a special skill for falling down and destroying things. I mean I didn’t know I was going to be picked. Over half of my application was a shit post I had scribbled in the car with Emma while hoping she didn’t kill us both.

“Maybe you looked slightly uncertain, but that was it.” He added.

“Lmao I was debating if I wanted a bagel or an omelette.” I then chuckled, “twas paid for.”

“Alright. You’re also O for original.”

“Um, it was my turn you're rude.” I then put a finger up to his lips to guarantee he wouldn’t take my turn again. “so T for talented and O for odd.”

He then put my hand down with my wrist and amped up to battle like this was the elementary school spelling bee. “S for sassy, E for enthusiastic.”

I scooted closer being sucked in by the intensity, “P for Passionate, H for honest, and uh-” I stammered as my brain with blank for E words, “-E for Eponymous.”

He opened his mouth to reply but then frowned, “Epo-what now?”

I chuckled evilly like. Hah. Hah. HAH. “I'm smarter than you. It means named after someone. I know because when my dad first told me I was named after Rosemary he called me eponymous.”

“Well then, M for maverick, A for athletic, R for Resilient, I for ingenuitive and E for... easygoing.” He said then got a smug look, “I win Gabriella Rose Marie.” This isn’t even supposed to be a contest but I can’t let him think he’s won anything.

“R for Red to finish Christopher then S is sassy, c is charismatic, H is handsome, R is realist, E is earnest, A is argumentative, V is veracious, and E is elegant. There I win now Wyatt Christopher Schreave. Full name done! Mic drop!”

He was shook for a moment but then snapped back into it, “You can't reuse my sassy! And your name is longer than mine!”

I counted on my fingers for a moment to double check his work, “Fine then I just need three more. Replace the S with S for Scary. Then I can use the junior, JR. J for Jazzy, R for rambunctious, and the P in the period(.) for prominent!” I said taking advantage of his junior status.

“REAL MATURE”

“HAHAH I WIN NOW LOSER!” I cheered before it suddenly started to sprinkle which put an end to my haughty victory and Wyatt’s fuming rage at losing like a sourpuss.

“Guess we have to go back inside.” He mumbled. I really liked the rain but it would probably be better we not risk illness. It’d be weird to explain when I was outside in the rain if I did get sick.

“Bye bye rain!” I cheered before trying to push myself back up from my seat on the ground swaying a bit at the dizzy world welcomed me back. Wyatt stood up first though and offered a hand to me. I took it gladly and leaned on him a bit.

I looked up at him for a moment, he was flustered, probably because I had my body leaning on him, “Oh yeah wyatt, I have a serious question.” I started.

He replied without looking down at me as he took us in, “What's that?”

“Do you think I could beat you in an arm wrestle? I mean i'm pretty strong. I did tennis and basketball. That helps. My legs are better than me-” hiccup, “-arms, but still.”

He laughed a bit, “I think my arms are stronger than yours.”

“I don't think so. Why would they be? Do you work out?” I asked. Or maybe idk Gabby, because you’re a 5’1 female so even if you work out as much as Wyatt you physically can’t be as strong as him because of body mass?

“We’re not there yet in our friendship Gabriella.” He joked but then raised an eyebrow, “Do I really look that lazy? I mean, I’m not the strongest guy out there but that’s just hurting my ego.” I felt a bit bad. He was probably joking and I mean I had a good reason for thinking I might be stronger than him, I’m a pretty freaking athletic person. I work out a lot. So it’s not like I was comparing him to say a bum.

“Sorry, your suits don't show off too much if there is any muscle and you just don't strike me as a gym type of person.” I said and plopped down on the bed. I was still holding onto his hand from earlier so I quickly grabbed the other and tried to pull him onto the bed to test it to see if I really were stronger than him since. I didn’t get too far though and only resulted in him bending forward a bit.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Well you weren't going to tell me so I thought, may as well just try.” I replied with my drunken logic. I let go of his hands and laid back down in the bed, “Worth a shot.” I sighed.

“I want more winnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” I complained as I rolled in his bed.

He grumbled something before he went to put his camera back, “You’re not drinking more.”

I quickly felt more and more drowsy and his bed smelled so nice so I grabbed his covers and decided to let myself go to sleep, “My bed now. Goodnight.”

THE NEXT MORNING

I shot up in bed in an unfamiliar room. I quickly looked around and saw Wyatt sleeping on a beanie bag and pictures. I much be in Wyatts room. I exhaled in relief. OH GOD I’M IN WYATTS ROOM! What if someone sees me? What if someone saw me come here? It had to be late last I remember I was watching twilight? OH GOD WHAT IF I TOLD HIM I LIKE HIM.

I quickly got up and crouched down next to Wyatt on the bean bag. I gently poked his arm, “Hey Wyatt?” I said softly. He didn’t wake so I knew I would need more dirastic measures. I leaned in close right next to his ear. “WYATT!!” I yelled then regretted right away as a sharp pain kicked me in the head. Hangover, “Oh-FUCK!” I yelled which just made me hurt more as Wyatt let out a yelp and fell out of the bean bag.

He was incredibly red in the face, why? Was it embarrassing to wake up? “What's wrong with you?” He asked me.

“You didn't wake up the first time! I had to try more drastic methods!” I yelled before I felt the hangover again and put a hand on my head. I then took a deep breath in, “I have no idea why I came her last night or I drank way too much so quick question….” I paused trying to think of a non obvious way to ask, “.....did I tell you anything like embarrassing like about a slip'n slide made of sauce, or the time I ate a lemon whole on accident? Also your maids will probably be in soon which is why i woke you and it'd look weird if they found you on a beanie.”

He stared up at me completely stunned, “slip’n—” He paused. “You don’t remember anything from last night?”

I thought for a moment and tried to remember, “Twilight. I was watching twilight. Now I'm here-” I shrugged, “-I really drank too much-- Stress from family stuff.”

“No doubt, no doubt. No embarrassing childhood stories were brought up, don’t worry.” He said and looked up at me quickly before looking away again. OH NO DID I DROOL? DO I HAVE DROOL ON MY FACE?

“Um, so,” He said and stood up quickly, “You better head back before it's too late.”

I chuckled, “Oh yeah, it'd be difficult to explain why I wasn't in my room or why I'm in here if either of our maids get there before us.” I then looked around for my flats from last night slipped them on then made my way to the door, “See you at breakfast. Good look controlling the foul air.” I said smiling contently proud that I had controlled my tongue while drunk last night. Maybe I wasn’t horrible at keeping secrets while drunk. I had avoided it because of that but maybe last night was proof that I have enough self control to drink like a normal adult. I then gave him a quick wave and headed back to my room.

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