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eelnoise · 6 months

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paradigm shift

zoro x afab!reader c/w: jealous zoro, he raises his voice/yells at reader, possessive behavior, fwb to lovers, semi-public sex, piv sex a/n: inspired by a conversation @sunfloworcs and i had. meant to post this last night but i forgor! anyway here's wonderwall

Zoro watches you smile at the man attempting to court you at the bar. He watches as you laugh at something he says before replying in a manner that's a little too enthusiastic for the brooding swordsman in the corner.

He grits his teeth and tightens the grip on his drink, frustrated at the sight across the tavern.

The way your cheeks flush with mild inebriation makes Zoro clench the hand on his knee into a fist. His leg doesn't seem to stop bouncing as he glares in your direction, the tick going unnoticed due to his annoyance at the patron you're speaking with and himself for even caring.

You're not exclusive. The length of your shared relationship had been long decided as friends who just fuck on the side for a little stress relief, so why the hell does he care that some nobody is trying to coax you into their bed?

He takes a deep breath, exhaling through his mouth in what ultimately proves to be a feeble attempt at calming himself. It almost works, but as he brings the mug of ale to his lips he notices you lean in a little closer to the man, that undeniable look of desire flickering in your heavy-lidded expression that Zoro knows all too well.

Before he can even think to stop himself, Zoro stands from his seat and makes his way toward you, heavy boot steps trudging against the wooden floor of the tavern.

You don't notice his approach, far too lost in the music and conversation to really pay attention. It's only when his large hand envelops the small of your back that you pay him any mind.

"Yeah, if you wanna get out of here maybe we could fin-" the hopeful patron begins, the remainder of the sentence lost to time as Zoro rudely interrupts.

"We're leavin'," the pirate states bluntly, pulling you away from the man without hesitation.

"But-" You call out, a hand reaching in hopeless desperation toward the bar where your soon-to-be abandoned drink sits. "The others?"

"Fuck 'em," Zoro snaps, not looking in your direction as he leads you through the door and out into the humidity of the island. "They'll catch up."

"What's wrong with you?" Your voice wavers with uncertainty as you try and fail to wriggle from his tight grip upon your forearm. "Why're you so pissed at me?"

"I'm not pissed at ya!" Zoro shouts back defensively, stopping short to face you. "But I don't want some random asswipe tryin' to sweet talk my shipmate!"

You nearly trip over yourself when he suddenly comes to a halt in the middle of the street, the once lively town now having fallen into a slumber of its own. "So you just get up and leave?" You reply, managing to keep your balance before staring up at him angrily, a slight tilt to your head in mild confusion. "And what do you care if someone wants to 'sweet talk' me?"

"Because I care about ya!" Zoro barks, feeling his heart race in his chest. "I don't want anyone else touchin' what's mine!"

Your eyes widen, paralyzed in place as the words hang in the air somewhat awkwardly. Zoro's expression is still one of anger, brows furrowed and mouth twisted into a harsh frown. "I-" you swallow, shaking your head in an attempt to be rid of the butterflies threatening to form in your belly. "What's yours?" You finally echo, tone wavering between frustration and disbelief.

"You!" Zoro yells, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you to look directly into his eyes. "Me and you, we've got somethin' special goin' on! We don't need anyone complicatin' things!"

You part your lips as if wanting to speak before averting his gaze with an unreadable expression. Your brows are raised and your hands tremble at your sides. "I thought we decided to just keep it casu-" Zoro cuts you off with a firm grip to your chin, forcing your gaze upon him once more.

"That doesn't matter!" He huffs, the hand on your shoulder twitching slightly as he fights off the urge to move it to the back of your neck. "Fuck," Zoro groans, the low timbre of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. He looks around quickly, and before you can say anything you feel him start to pull you along by the arm again and down a stray alleyway.

You hurry along behind him as best you can, accepting your fate within his iron grip. He stops and you hear him sigh heavily, his shoulders tensing in irritation. "Zoro...?"

"Shut up." He commands harshly as he releases your aching wrist, turning to face you with a fierce scowl etched into his features.

You let out a sound akin to a squeak, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as if you had done something wrong. Suddenly you feel vulnerable. Small. Your eyes dare not leave his, unsure and anxious emotions swelling in your mind. You feel your mouth go dry.

"I can't keep pretendin' that this is just a casual thing between us," Zoro declares, taking a step closer to you. "I know what we agreed on, but I can't help it. I want more."

You heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest. "Zoro-" you whisper, but the swordsman holds up a hand to stop you, not done speaking just yet. If he's going to do this, to expose how he feels, he needs you to shut up and listen.

"I don't want to share ya," He continues, his voice and words blunt. "I already told ya, I don't want anyone else touchin' what's mine." He leans in closer, his warm breath brushing against your earlobe.

Your back clashes with one of the outer walls of the two shops you're tucked in between. Zoro's hand finally finds the nape of your neck, leaning in even further until his lips ghost over yours. "Truth is," he murmurs, thumb caressing your soft skin. "I'm crazy about ya."

And at once, Zoro's lips crash onto your own, engulfing you in an open-mouthed, somewhat messy kiss. Your arms find purchase around his shoulders, eagerly reciprocating the gesture without a second thought. As your tongues dance together, Zoro's hand reaches down to cup your ass, pulling your body flush against his.

A surprised gasp is muffled between a mess of lips and tongue and teeth, the hands on his broad shoulders tightening their grasp at the newfound contact. With a low groan, Zoro breaks away from the kiss, panting heavily. "Now let's get one thing straight," he growls, running his fingers through your hair. "Ya belong to me."

You nod, a huff of what sounds like a breathless whimper of an 'Mhm!' falling from your parted, wet lips.

Grinning triumphantly, Zoro pulls you into another deep, passionate kiss. This time there's no hesitation, no holding back - it's pure desire and hunger and everything else that comes with wanting someone more than anything else in the world. And while your tongues continue to duel and your bodies pressed firmly together, Zoro's hand moves to cup your cheek before trailing down your neck to rest upon the exposed skin of your collarbone. He bites lightly at your jawline, his mouth leaving yours to taste your flesh and leaving a trail of fire wherever he goes.

When he reaches the hem of your shirt, his large, warm hand slides beneath the fabric and meets the soft skin of your torso. A soft moan escapes your throat at the intimate touch, and though he's heard your symphony many times, this note is different. It sends an unfamiliar, but not unwanted jolt to his heart. As if something tugs at his very soul.

Zoro stops in his tracks, thumb just brushing the underside of your breast. His mouth leaves your skin, and you mourn the loss of his touch until he raises his head to look upon the whole of you once more. He scans your face as if committing to memory, and in what seems like an instant, he locks you into another kiss that takes your breath away.

It's tender and careful, each touch working as wordless confessions.

It's almost romantic.

His arms wrap around your middle, lifting you and pressing you flat against the wall. His lips never leave yours either, it's as if you're quite literally glued to one another. When he finally pulls away, he's breathless, and there's a glimmer in his eye that wasn't there before. "You're mine," he repeats, smirking almost wickedly. "And I'm not lettin' go."

Zoro's hand resumes its tour of your body, sliding back under your shirt and grazing over your breast. Your legs wrap around him and he rolls his hips into you, watching as you writhe for him. "You're always on my mind," he admits, his voice heavy and rough. "Even when we're apart."

He descends down your neck, trailing kisses and nibbles and licks to your tender skin. "I can barely keep my hands off ya," Zoro murmurs into you. "If I had my way you'd be in my bed every single night."

"But," Zoro says firmly, breaking away from your neck to look into your eyes. "I won't settle for less than all of ya. I want your heart too."

You exhale as if you'd been holding your breath in for days. You'd be denying yourself truth if you say that you aren't interested - that you're content with just being crewmates once again. But you're not content with it; for at some point in the circumstance of your relationship, what had started as a quick means to an end had indeed grown into something more raw and real.

Something more than just infatuation, more than just lust.

"You have it," you whisper, a flood of warmth bathing your heart. "Zoro, you've had it for a while." The confession is soft, and your tone is a little rasp and hoarse from the intensity of the moment.

Zoro smiles, the gesture reaching all the way to his eyes. He leans down to capture your lips again in a yearning kiss, and as your lips lock together, his hand moves lower still, sliding up your thigh and beneath your skirt. He teasingly skims along the edge of your panties before dipping beneath the fabric. A breathy gasp falls from your lips, the sound thankfully swallowed by Zoro's hungry kiss.

He groans, feeling your wetness against his fingers. "Damn, ya drive me crazy, y'know that?" he mutters against your lips. You whine as he touches you, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure and clutching him ever closer to you. "But I love it," he adds, pulling away from the kiss to gaze down at you with a smirk. "Love how much ya need me."

"Always need you," you reply, lips swollen and glossed over with saliva. "All of you."

With a wicked grin, Zoro pulls back slightly, giving you a better view of his erection straining against his pants. He pulls his hand out from beneath your skirt just long enough to free his aching length from its confines before wrapping it around himself, stroking his cock lazily while watching your face contort in anticipation.

He aligns himself with you, carefully sliding your panties to the side. With a hiss, he pushes himself into you. Zoro's slower than usual, but still just as needy and desperate as ever. He buries himself to the hilt within your warm, plush walls, filling you completely until there's no room left for doubt or denial.

You cry out in surprise and ecstasy, back arching off the wall as Zoro begins to fuck you relentlessly. He holds nothing back, diving into you with all his strength as if trying to claim every inch of your being. His free hand digs into your hipbone, keeping you anchored to him while he pounds into you mercilessly. "Nobody else can have ya," he growls into your ear. "Nobody else can fuck ya like this either, isn't that right, princess?"

You nod wordlessly, unable to find the breath needed for anything more than short gasps of air. Your whole body quivers with each thrust, desperate to take everything he has to offer. Zoro seems determined to make sure you remember exactly what it feels like to be taken by him - and to show everyone within earshot just how much he owns you.

The sound of footsteps echo through the alleyway behind you, causing you both to stiffen momentarily before relaxing again. Clearly, whoever it was didn’t stick around to see what was going on. Zoro doesn’t let go of you though, continuing to fuck you with unrelenting force even as you both know they could come back at any moment.

And you're lost in him once again, completely bent and shaped to his will. Breathless and broken attempts at speech mix in between gasps and moans and sighs of pleasure. He moans softly into your ear, feeling your submission wrapping around him like a warm embrace. It fuels his desire even further, pushing him to go harder and faster until there's no thought left beyond the primal need to fuck you senseless.

It seems like his pace won't ever let up, soon losing any cadence to his motions as his eye closes tightly. A wild light burns within him as he loses himself completely in the act of taking you. The sounds of the village fade away, replaced by only the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh and the ragged breath shared between you both.

Your inner walls flutter around him wildly, moans befalling into frantic whimpers that tell him just how close you are to cumming around his cock. You feel yourself reaching the brink, and without warning, Zoro suddenly pulls out of you.

For a brief moment, he leaves you empty and aching - before shoving himself back inside you with a ferocity that makes you cry out in shock. His movements become frantic, almost violent as he tries to bring you over the edge with him.

As your orgasm washes over you, Zoro lets out a near-animalistic growl deep in his throat. His hips piston forward relentlessly, driving himself deeper and deeper into you with each pulse of euphoria. You scream his name, the blissful sensations coursing through your body as waves of pleasure crash over you again and again.

Zoro's moans into your ear grow more erratic, feeling his own peak building rapidly. With one final surge of power, he drives deep into you one last time before releasing himself fully inside and filling you to the brim with his spend. The sensation sends shockwaves through you, leaving you a shuddering and panting mess around him.

Zoro holds you tightly as your head lolls into his shoulder, body twitching slightly as you recover from his harsh fucking. He pulls out from you slowly, giving you a moment to catch your breath before withdrawing completely. Once he does, he helps you straighten up and adjust your clothes before leading you out of the alleyway.

Despite the roughness of your encounter, there's an underlying sense of tenderness in his movements - a reminder that he truly does care for you deeply. And as you walk toward the port where the Sunny is anchored, neither of you speak; instead, you revel in the afterglow of what just conspired between the two of you. There's something incredibly intimate about it now, knowing that you both feel the same way for one another, and it leaves you feeling closer than ever before.

"Zoro," Your voice catches him off guard, the swordsman seemingly lost in thought.

"Hm?" He replies, looking down at you with a raised brow.

You entwine your fingers with his, holding his much larger hand tightly within your own as you point in the opposite direction.

"The ship is that way."

#one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x y/n #one piece x reader smut #zoro x reader smut #roronoa zoro x you #zoro roronoa x y/n #opla zoro x reader #zoro smut #opla zoro

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unhonest-iago · 28 days

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Dream SMP Fic Masterlist

DSMP as Bohemian Rhapsody

Not in Kansas Anymore; Aimsey gets isekai'd to origins smp

Star's a Witch!; hcs about Aimsey practicing witchcraft

You're My Wonderwall; CG!Awesamdude, Little!Foolish, Little!Reader + beach day [GN]

Dirty Laundry; Puffy finds out Schlatt cheated on her

I’m Just Like You; Michael’s feeling self conscious about his eye socket so Tubbo enlists the help of Captain Puffy to show him he’s not the only one without an eye

Insomniac Vulpe; How I think Fundy would act after the March 30th dream

Zoom Call; Teacher au, students realize Dream & George don't hate each other when teaching goes to online

Wasting My Youth; Dream helps Sapnap sneak back into the house after his date w/ y/n [GN]

You're such a Backstabber; the villain (SBI) shoots the person (Dream) next to the hero (George) instead

Older Brother Vibes; Headcanons about Dream being Reader's older brother [GN]

Steampunk Duo; Tina commissions Foolish to create a pair of wings for Hannah some time after she loses her elytra

Soulmates; Soulmate au + Foolish [GN]

Kids In Love; Foolish takes Tina as his date to a Ball

Windsor’s Knot; Schlatt teaches Fundy how to tie a tie

Kip; 'Don’t call me that, you lost that privilege a long time ago.'

Reckless Nights; Yogurt finds a box of Fundy's old stuff from L'Manberg days

Wanna Know My Name?; Reader reveals their govt. name to Fundy [GN]

Astérix; Fundy visits Mumza’s temple after his stint of astral projecting to Australia

Better Wash my Mouth out with Soap; Reader panics after a bit of miscommunication with some online friends and Fundy comforts them [GN]

Caregiver Fundy Hcs [GN]

You Know Dutch?; Fundy compliments the reader in Dutch not realizing the Reader can understand him

Negative Rizz; Fundy teleports to QSMP and ends up crushing on Cellbit

Monikers; Fundy wants a nickname from Felps that isn't fox boy. Or Felps learns more about Fundy over a night of drinking.

Or my fist will put you out; Fundy not able to lull Yogurt to sleep, goes to his dad (Revivedbur) for help

You’re So Fucking Pretty; Fundy's meets reader at a house party and later is the one that got away [GN]

Meeting Mumza; SBI meets Mumza in her in-between realm

Meeting Mumza Pt. 2; Fundy meets Mumza after a near death experience as a kit

Where the Wild Things are

Only in the Photographs

Yee Yee Kidnaps the Yip Yip; Sapnap kidnaps Fundy for a family reunion

Cathartic; Fundy catches Dream cheating on him w/ George

Foxtrap; Fundy gets caught in reader's hunting trap and eventually decides to let him go [GN]

Shifter; Headcanons/stuff George has in his shifting to Hogwarts script

Go White Boy Go

As Sly as a Fox; Niki but as the female victor from district 5 in The Hunger Games

Carmen; An imagine based around the song Carmen by Lana Del Rey. Starts off w/ Niki being a famous singer and regular at a bar that Minx bartends for

Can I Please Have a Waffle?; Reader take SBI to Waffle House [GN]

Lollipop; Philza stops Reader from eating a lollipop stick [GN]

Play Date with the Babysitter; Phil is asked to babysit Tommy, Techno and Wilbur. Tommy ends up making a microwave cake in a mug, bickering ensues.

Time-Sick; Philza discovers Reader is also immortal after a drunken slip-up during a night of trivia pursuit [GN]

Braids; Philza braids a young Techno’s hair

Birds & the Bees; Reader receives the bird & the bees talk from Philza, Techno, & Schlatt (separately) [GN]

SBI Movie Night

Tiktoker! Punz

Red means I Love You; The bit from Suicide Squad (2021) where Harley spends the day with the president and then ends up killing him due to a red flag [GN]

Bad Hair Day; Sapnap helps trans! y/n detangle his hair after seeing how tangled it's gotten [Male]

Rodeo! Sapnap Headcanons [GN]

Rabbit’s Foot; Origins Tommy dies trying to kill Techno in attempts to claim a rabbit’s foot for an unknown contractor

Interview [GN]

You’re a Mean One Mr. Soot; The song from The Grinch but written as if it were about Wilbur

London Boy; Basically I love London Boy as a Wilbur song so here’s y/n singing it as a little dedication to him during karaoke night w/ friends. [GN]

If I was…; Reader convinces Wilbur to do the one If I was... TikTok trend [GN]

You Promised! [GN]

Oh, the Less I know the Better; Reader has a booth at the Green Festival and gives Vikk a tarot reading as to possibly warn him and Lazar about their upcoming deaths [Fem]

When The Grimm Reaper Knocks; Vikk & Lazar's deaths expanded upon

#fic library #masterlists #masterposts #dsmp fic masterlist #dsmp fic masterpost #dsmp #mcyt #dsmp ensemble

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smoll-tangerine · 4 years

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you’re my wonderwall

MASTERLIST

PAIRING. jaehyun x oc/reader GENRES. romance, slow burn, ANGST, bittersweet, friendship, coming of age, DRAMA, college!au, enemies-to-lovers!au

SYNOPSIS. maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me. after all, you’re my wonderwall.

WARNINGS. mentions of mental illnesses, abuse, and self-harm. these will NOT be present and prominent in all chapters. i will include the warnings at the beginning of chapters that DO include these triggers.

[a/n]: you’re my wonderwall is my BABY. i started writing this story back in 2014 and finally completed it in 2018. i’ve decided to rewrite it because i don’t like my writing style from back then. the original story is completed, so updates will be consistent so yay! if you’d like to be part of the taglist, send me an ask!

UPDATES ON. fridays STATUS. indefinite hiatus

DISCLAIMER. this is NOT a story that romanticizes abuse. this is NOT a story about a girl that can only be saved thanks to a man. this is a story about a girl who gains courage, who goes through a growth, who becomes an independent woman. here’s a quote that sums up my feelings about my story:

HOWEVER, i would like to add this: if you are in an abusive household or if you know someone who might be - please seek help, talk to someone you trust. my inbox is always open if you just want to talk to someone. but please, do seek help - you are not alone.

CHAPTERS

one: once upon a time two: unrealistic fairy tale three: damsels in distress four: maiden in the tower five: the female pinocchio six: whole of a journey seven: the three wishes eight: lost in a forest nine: the magic carpet ten: a whole new world eleven: once upon a dream twelve: long long ago thirteen: deal with the devil fourteen: something wicked this way comes fifteen: the ugly duckling sixteen: succeed before the sun sets seventeen: the poisoned apple eighteen: evil step-father nineteen: knight in shining armour twenty: open sesame twenty-one: magic mirror on the wall twenty-two: the boy who cried wolf twenty-three: wish upon a star twenty-four: down the rabbit hole twenty-five: forbidden west wing twenty-six: a mad tea party twenty-seven: kiss the girl twenty-eight: the fairest of them all twenty-nine: glass slippers thirty: pixie dust thirty-one: the pool of tears thirty-two: spindle of a spinning wheel thirty-three: her prince charming thirty-four: the sword of truth thirty-five: clock strikes twelve thirty-six: the girl who can fly thirty-seven: potion for a beautiful voice thirty-eight: a magic wand thirty-nine: rags to riches forty: happily ever after

EPILOGUE

(1/5) forty-one: stuck in the moment (2/5) forty-two: thank you for the memories (3/5) forty-three: can you be my nightingale (4/5) forty-four: shower of light (5/5): forty-five: epilogue

BONUS

one: profiles

#jaehyun #jaehyun fanfic #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun romance #jaehyun angst #jung jaehyun #jung jaehyun scenarios #nct #nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct 127 scenarios #jaehyun series #w: you're my wonderwall #m: you're my wonderwall

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deputyjuyeon · 2 years

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!! sixth of november !!

to allie, ALLIE i now give u the permission to yeet me to mars :] IM SO SORRY i'll get to it before exams I WILL I WILL I SHOULD my exams will be on 20th I CAN AND I WILL >:( ANYWAY how have u been lovely?? i don't think i see u on my dash so much and idk if its bc i followed a lot of blogs these days BUT i hope you're taking care of yourself !!! ilysm and imy !!!! <33

tiktoks to waste your time (one) (two) (three) (four) (five)

THANK YOU FOR READING, HAVE A NICE DAY!

hiii daynsss ☺☺ nope nope i say u FOCUS ON UR EXAMS FIRST THE DATE'S ALR SO NEAR AND COS SCH IS IMPORTANT (ig) SO DO THAT FIRST OKAY

ive been great and yes i haven't been posting alot lately so maybe thats why u havent seen me much ive just been busy w practice 😥 i wish there'd be more time so i can balance all the stuff i need to do thoo :( BUT YEAH IM TAKING CARE OF MYSELF WELL AND U SHOULD TOO DAYNS UR THE SWEETEST PERSON EVER AND I THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT IM SO GLAD THAT WE EVER MET YOUR ASKS ALWAYS MAKE MY DAY DID U KNOW THAT CAUSE THE FACT THAT U SENT THIS TO US ONE BY ONE ITS JUST 🤯 THE DEDICATION

so thank you, so much, from the bottom of my heart. i know i haven't caught up w much of ur works either and i hate myself for that, that i cant get the time to do so 😭 im sorry

but i hope you know that i love you so much as well 🥺❤ and that ill always do so ☺ PLUS ANOTHER ONE OF MY MOOTS JUST DEACTIVATED AGAIN AND IM JUST SO SAD RN AND IF U EVER PLAN ON DEACTIVATING PLS LMK PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS I DONT WANNA LOSE U T^T

#dayns 👻#asks 📮#allie's interactions 🦔

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colemckenzies · 3 years

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ok THOTS on jcs live (2012)

this isn't specific to this production but i actually think heaven on their minds is one of my favourite opening songs ever.. partially bc jcs judas is one of my favourite favourite favourite characters in musical theatre but also bc the interpretation of judas is probably my favourite thing about the whole show, and this song is just such a mission statement for that. also it fucking slaps. emotive.

i like tim minchin and he's better than a lot of the stage judases ive seen/heard but carl anderson undisputed king

ben forster is also good! don't have a particular preference between him and ted neely bc there are some jesus scenes that are ALWAYS terrible and awkward (the temple/lepers esp) but he Looks Good it's just an embarrassing role unfortunately fhsjdh

the modernisation in this obviously FUCKS, the crowd/protest scenes are so good, i yelled A Lot at the little touches and ideas like jesus w the megaphone in hosanna.. yes

THE PRIESTS!!!!! the fact that they seem to be illuminati (????? eyes??) or smth is. A Bit Weird. but their scenes are cool as fuck in all their lil suits. caiaphus was ok, feel like he wasn't Completely comfortable w the lower range lol so all the best lines in jesus must die were kinda Meh. ANNAS THOUGH... why is this annas so fucking good. im obsessed w him. he just has that natural stage energy performers have sometimes.. i love him i wish they had included then we are decided so i could see him more

simon zealotes! i think simon zealotes/poor jerusalem is a song that can really go either way in terms of quality since it doesn't affect anything else so each production can do its own thing. i liked the vibe of this one! rly did feel like this guy was on the verge of just setting up his own sect lol. also he looked like my friend's boyfriend.

gotta say the temple was kind of weird in the modern setting bc it's like. are they actually setting up nightclubs in a church or is jesus just being a buzzkill and also a homophobe.

mel c i don't know how to love him 🥺🥺 honestly i was very impressed. it was really nice subtle emotive acting that still carried well on stage so good job to both her and the director.

damned for all time i don't have anything really to say but still hell yeah annas and judas interacting just two kings <3 i feel like everyone does the 'its a fee nothing more' line differently lol. also the bit on the screen in the background w the security cam of judas entering.. yes.

the 'anyways here's wonderwall' vibes at the last supper.. i wonder if my activist friends have watched this adaptation fhskfhhs. this song also rly sells the necessary vibe of 'jesus is having an absolute breakdown but only judas can see'

i think it's funny they didn't do anything w the screen during gethsemane like jesus didn't see humanity's sins or whatever if god is real he is Not answering. you're talking to yourself bud have fun dying.

REALLY LIKE PILATE IN THIS. pilate is another character where i really like the jcs humanised interpretation and this dude Got It, the middle class disinterestedness the working out while he was talking to jesus the breakdown when he realised he was gonna have to kill him. yes. probably the best pilate ive seen.

ohhhhh my god herod's song. obviously incredible staging, very funny very smart very watchable, but also love the implication that in the modernisation it's basically if the government was like 'im not dealing w this go on judge judy'. chris moyles did good but also i wish he had a bit more oomf bit more stage presence bit more energy but still good

JUDAS GOING APESHIT AND PUNCHING CAIAPHUS.. YES YES VIOLENCE KILL <3 fhjsdh actually tho annas going to help and then being like :l and then MANHANDLING judas and finally handing caiaphus a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his face.. all in their lil suits.. i am not smart enough to articulate why i love this specific modernisation so much but god i do.

kind of falls apart for me after that but that's just a problem i have w jesus christ superstar in general lol the ending is so.. like it HAS to end like that. obviously. but it's all this build up and angst and interpersonal drama and great songs and then it just has to b like ok here's two main guys brutally dying here's people wailing and being tortured here's a suicide and then a whipping and then a crucifixion to completely break the momentum and flow of the story. nothing to say abt that. anyway.

#ok im done #aaa i want to tag this for my own reference bt i dont want it to show up in the tag lol #tag later #sidenotes: god i wanna play judas so bad but i hate the death scene. i will settle for annas #also i think Gethsemane must be such an incredibly powerful and emltional song if you're a religious christian #i always think that like. wow if i thot this dude rly went thru this for our sins i would be crying probably. powerful stuff

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cocastyle · 4 years

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Wonderwall // Stranger Things Rewrite Series

wonderwall

won•der•wall, adjective

someone you find yourself thinking about all the time; a person you are completely infatuated with.

“You, Steve Harrington,

you’re my Wonderwall.”

"Your what now?"

"Never mind."

"I'm just messing with

you. You're my

Wonderwall too, you

know. And not a

goddamn person on this

earth could ever change

the way that I feel about

you."

in which the disappearance of a young girl's twin and of her new friend's brother brings forth a series of events that leads Y/N Hopper through a journey filled with monsters way more real and scary than the ones in the movies, a telepathic girl who she is pretty sure is secretly an X-Men, and another world that isn't all sunshine and rainbows like the ones she used to read about in her books.

and to top it off, it's all while she is also meeting the one person who just might be able to save her from probably the most dangerous thing she will ever have to face - herself.

| Stranger Things Rewrite |

{ slowburn Steve Harrington x reader }

W O N D E R W A L L

Intro

Prologue

Season One

1 | The Vanishing of Will Byers [ Part 1 ]

2 | The Vansishing of Will Byers [ Part 2 ]

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roseverdict · 4 years

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a spooky ninja gets a long-awaited hug

hahaHAHAhahaha

yknow that one tweet "ive got one foot in the darkness and the other in a hello kitty roller skate" or w/e

ive got one braincell in GOTTA HYPERFIXATE RIGHT NOW ALL THE BRAINPOWER mode and the other in i have never once had a thought in my entire life mode

help

so anyway here's wonderwall one of the first things i've got for that frozen earth au thing, zero editing and still kinda rough-draft-y but ehhhhh im tired and my dignity has left the building

i have. uh.

i have a lot more. i just wanna make sure im like. doing everybody justice so far so here's a couple hundred words wkdjskcnskcjdjx

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"Cole, we have visitors!"

Cole looked up from the map and met Kataru's eyes. "Is it the People of the Great Lake? I just got back from there-"

"No, actually." Kataru shook his head, shooting his sister a quick nod, and Cole, a knowing smile. "They say they are from Ninjago, just as you are-!"

Cole gasped. After all these years-?

He was running down the hall before he could fully process what he was doing.

Tunnels and friends alike blurred past as Cole struggled to keep his feet on the ground. He absently returned their greetings with quick waves, but his focus was clearly elsewhere.

It couldn't possibly be-

But if it wasn't-

It had to-

Cole skidded out into the entryway with wide eyes.

Kai and Jay and Nya and Lloyd all looked up from their tense conversation, smiles starting to grow on their faces-

-and Cole charged into Kai, the closest to him, tackling him into a hug and burying his face in Kai's shoulder. "You're actually here-!"

"COLE!"

The other three leapt into the hug, Kai swinging them all around for a moment before setting them down.

Cole eventually worked his way free, rubbing madly at his eyes. "It's…it's been so long, I was starting to worry!"

"Long?" Jay asked. "It hasn't even been a day."

Cole grimaced. "I was afraid of that. Zane said he was zapped here just a few seconds after me, but he didn't arrive until several minutes after I did. Time has to flow differently here…"

Nya swallowed. "How long, Cole? How long have you been stuck here?"

"…decades." His answer was barely audible. "I've been lost here for decades."

"Oh, Cole…" Lloyd pulled him into another hug, one without the manic energy of a few moments prior.

After a moment more, Kai asked, "You mentioned Zane. Is he here?"

Cole shook his head, and there was a weariness there they hadn't seen before. "Not since the first week or so. While I was out doing recon, he plugged himself into the mech to run a diagnostic, and then someone showed up and unplugged him. I only found out when I came back and checked the security footage."

The way Cole had ground out "someone" felt almost out of character, far more venomous than they'd grown to expect from him.

"…we'll find him." Lloyd promised. "Ninja never quit, right?"

"Ninja never quit." Cole nodded with a grin, sniffling a little. He swallowed down the lump in his throat. "Now, c'mon, lemme fill you in on what's happened so far and introduce you to the other rebels. You already know Krag and Kataru…"

#rosie babbles #rosie writes #ninjago #frozen earth au #cole ninjago #on all levels except physical im facedown on the floor going 'hhhhh'#why in the FUCK was the image way down at the bottom tumblr mobile?#arghhhhh

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toniemojeimie · 5 years

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Czułam jak rozpływam się ze szczęścia, gdy wczoraj patrząc mi głęboko w oczy zaśpiewałeś "Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me, and after all, you're my wonderwall"

-toniemojeimie

#sad #alone #love #crush #miłość #chce umrzeć #cytat #cytaty #moj cytat #true #kocham cie #kochanie #mój pamiętnik

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safetypinsx · 7 years

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I don't want anything in our broken home...

Atrapó su labio tembloroso entre sus dedos, mientras miraba fijamente a la pantalla de su celular. Aquellas fotos en todo su timeline eran imposibles de ignorar y el titular de las noticias de los portales más importantes de entretenimiento lo hacía más difícil: “¿Ashton Irwin engañando a Adelaide Kane? ¡Fotos exclusivas del baterista de 5SOS atrapado en una situación poco decorosa con una fan!”

A esas alturas, su corazón latía tan rápido que era doloroso. Intentó aspirar aire, pero sus pulmones no se lo permitieron. El ataque de pánico la hacía su presa, causando que su delgada anatomía se sacudiera sin control sobre el sofá del departamento que compartía con el muchacho. ¿Estaba muriendo? Bien podía ser así, pues el dolor que sentía en toda su anatomía imitaba al de mil cuchillas clavándose una y otra vez, sin cesar. Sentía ganas de vomitar, pero no lo conseguía. Un sollozo escapó entre sus labios y luego el llanto fue imposible de controlar. Suficiente era el dolor que sentía por la infidelidad que había sufrido de parte del caído, pero tener que enterarse de esa forma, tener que ser humillada un millón de veces, era más de lo que podía soportar. Enterró su rostro en uno de los almohadones y gritó, hasta quedar casi afónica ¿Durante cuanto tiempo le había estado mintiendo? ¿Cuantas habían sido? ¿Había parado desde aquel primer “inocente” beso de una fan? Las preguntas inundaban la cabeza de Adelaide, torturándola.

Una vez que los sollozos dejaron de sacudirla, quedó hecha una bolita en el sofá. Su garganta quemaba, al igual que sus hinchados ojos. Aún temblaba, pero bien podía ser por el frío que entraba por la ventana abierta. Su celular yacía en el suelo, el navegador abierto en una de las páginas con las fotos de su novio tocando a una chica de la misma forma en la que tocaba a Adelaide. De repente, el sonido de la puerta causó que la castaña enterrara su rostro en el almohadón una vez más, incapaz de controlar su llanto al reconocer ese perfume que tanto amaba invadiendo la habitación. @completemessx

#que estamos haciendo QUE #me salió recontra mil largo im not sorry u have to cry w me #( &convo;; Adelaide. )#( &otp;; you're my wonderwall. )#( &thread;; take what you want. )#IGNOREMOS AL BRAZO EN EL GIF OK?

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officefurnituregibraltar · 6 years

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Liam Gallagher You're My wonderwall shirt

Liam Gallagher You’re My wonderwall shirt

Liam Gallagher performs the Oasis classic “Wonderwall” in the Stern Show studio. Liam Gallagher You’re My wonderwall shirt. Watch more from his appearance here. The best thing about Oasis were their interviews. Funny fuckers. He looks and sounds great.Looks like he cleaned himself up,He was a mess in the 90’s.That’s how it’s done! I wanna be like the electric guitar player just chill out, lean…

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unhonest-iago · 2 years

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You're my Wonderwall

CG!Awesamdude, Little!Foolish, Little!Reader. Somehow turned into more of a Foolish-centric fic but that's fine. Also nsfw/nsft folks, dni w/ this fic.

F/a-favorite animal

Gn reader

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Sam had taken the littles out on a beach trip, spending the time building sand castles & paddle boarding. Only starting to slip into little space on the drive back, now tuckered out. Sam had a spare bag full of gear; pacifiers, stuffies, nightlights if they were to ever stop at a hotel.

Foolish noticeably slipping when he started chewing on his towel. Sam gently pulling the towel from his mouth. Stopping the car to grab the littles’ gear, knowing if he didn’t, Foolish would chew on his fingers. Rummaging, the creeper hybrid finally found what he was looking for, ‘here you go sharkie.’ handing him chewelry and a fidget cube. ‘Tank you Sammie’

Placing the gear next to y/n, you grabbed both your’s & Foolish’s stuffies. ‘Foosh?’ Tapping the totem hybrid’s shoulder.

‘Yea?’ Squealing in happiness when he saw the sucker fish. ‘Where’s your’s?’ Y/n, now with a beaming smile, grabbed the f/a. Holding it in front of them, Foolish giggling. Still focusing on the road, Sam hearing all this, glad his littles are getting along. Hating that he’ll probably have to wash the stuffies afterwards, making sure there’s no sand. In the end, Sam knew it was worth it & wouldn’t trade it for anything.

#iago writes #mcyt #mcyt foolish #mcyt awesamdude #dsmp #dsmp foolish #dsmp awesamdude #foolish #awesamdude #x reader #agere sfw #agere fic #cg awesamdude #beach trip

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smoll-tangerine · 3 years

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you’re my wonderwall: nine

SYNOPSIS. maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me. after all, you’re my wonderwall.

PAIRING. jaehhyun x oc/reader GENRES. romance, slow burn, ANGST, bittersweet, friendship, coming of age, drama, college!au, enemies-to-lovers!au CHAPTER WORD COUNT. 3321

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CHAPTER NINE: THE MAGIC CARPET

“Mark, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I said with a small groan as my cousin just finished adding his touch to our painting.

One of our classes required us to collaborate with each other on a painting in a team of two. Our teacher thought it would be a nice idea to make the students work with each other to learn more about our classmates and our different painting styles. The goal of the project was to figure out a way to make those different painting styles work with one another to reflect our chemistry with each other. Or something of the sort. I stopped paying attention the second the professor mentioned that this was a group project. I thought that it would be much easier for me to work on this project alone, but our teacher insisted. Thus, Mark was my first, last, and the only choice for a project partner, even if our painting style was largely different.

But wasn’t that the point of the project, anyway?

“What?” Mark frowned as he stared at the second flower he just added to the art piece. Knowing his laid-back personality, he must have thought that adding the second flower was necessary because there was a small blank space.

I sighed through my nose, suddenly feeling the exhaustion hit me. “I thought we’ve already decided that the two koi fishes are the main point of the painting and that we’re only going to draw a single water lily?” I pointed at the orange flower Mark just drew. “The orange you’ve mixed is too flashy and stands out too much. It doesn’t blend well with the rest and takes the attention away from our painting’s main focus.”

I then winced at how cutthroat I sounded. It was an assignment that counted for barely 5% of our final grade, and yet I was so strict about it. I immediately apologized to him. “Sorry, just ignore what-”

“No!” Mark exclaimed with a shake of his head. “I mean, don’t apologize? You’re a perfectionist and it wouldn’t be your first time telling me off. If anything, your critiques are what’s saving our project, at the moment.”

My nose scrunched in response. “You’re exaggerating. And yes, I should apologize because you didn’t deserve to be yelled at.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Chill, you barely raised your voice.” He then took the paintbrush and dipped it in the white and then the beige acrylic paint, before adding a few streaks on the flower he previously painted, giving it a softer look. After, he followed with a few hints of light turquoise and yellow to blend the plant more with the rest of the painting. “How about this?”

“Awesome!” I grinned happily with an approving nod and gave him a high-five before grabbing a paintbrush with a pointed-round bristle. I then dipped it in the white acrylic and at the bottom right—just in the corner—I painted my name elegantly, before passing it to Mark, who did the same.

“If we’re not getting full marks for this, I’m giving up on that scholarship.” Mark made a face while putting the brush into the small plastic jar.

I rolled my eyes once again. “I thought I was the one who wanted that scholarship?”

But Mark was right. Our work was good. Too good to not receive full marks. I would truly be disheartened if our project didn’t help either of us get that scholarship we had been eyeing since the beginning of the year. But I tried to remind myself that not getting that scholarship wouldn’t be the end of the world and that there were still many more opportunities.

Keyword: tried.

“And you may just get it if you continue like this!” a voice behind us said joyfully.

We both turned around automatically in surprise, not expecting anyone to barge into our little studio room.

“Mrs. Nam!” we exclaimed, ecstatic to see our painting teacher who was responsible for the project we were currently working on.

I cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at Mark who mirrored my expression. Our professor seemed like she had great news for us, judging from her expression and voice. Or perhaps the opposite. Mrs. Nam had always been good at hiding her true thoughts.

“Before I give you the good news,” she said as she eyed our painting up-and-down, and I could tell that Mark was slightly getting sweaty from how he kept wiping his palms against his jeans. “Who came up with the idea?”

Mark’s eyes shifted back and forth nervously, perhaps wondering if our professor was asking a trick question. In the end, Mark pointed his finger at me. Mrs. Nam raised a brow at me following Mark’s action, and then commented, “The colours you’ve chosen for the koi fishes... Not as colourful as the ones in real life, huh?”

I nodded with a small smile, ignoring the confused yet curious look that Mark was giving me, and quickly changed the subject. Mrs. Nam had always been someone perceptive, but I would have never thought she would be able to guess what were my true thoughts behind the fishes’ colours. But perhaps I was the one who was too easy to read.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Mrs. Nam, but what are the good news you were about to give us?”

The older woman was a busy person. So, what was the news she wanted to tell us that she went out of her way to visit us in the studio instead of asking us to come by her office? Mrs. Bam raised her chin at me with a skeptical smile before handing me a big manila-coloured envelope. My brows furrowed in confusion as I hesitantly accepted the envelope. I took my time with it as I took out the content from the envelope and read it silently before my eyes widened in shock.

I read it again, just to make sure that I was not dreaming. Did I read that correctly? Was Mrs. Nam playing a prank on me?

I looked back at her with a dazed expression to which stifled a small giggle at my face. Meanwhile, Mark must have been impatiently waiting for me to reveal just what exactly did I receive. He didn’t even bother waiting for me to tell him before he carefully snatched the papers away from my hands and his eyes quickly scanned the contents.

Mark’s eyes also widened slightly in surprise before engulfing me in a big hug. “Dude!” he exclaimed. “You won! You won first place!” He then pulled away from me with a small frown. “You know that you can express happy you are, right?”

I pushed him away in fake disgust. “I am happy, you doofus.”

I was never really one to express my feelings so openly, nor was I one to show them on my face as I was always taught to hide them. But I did feel joyful and amazed, all at the same time. The sense of achievement and pride overwhelmed my whole body. And if it weren’t for Mark holding me up a little, my legs would have given out instantly. But that small regret of attending this school was slowly being chipped away thanks to this announcement.

Nothing was in vain—my plan was still in motion. At first, I was hesitant about joining this art contest, but Mrs. Nam convinced me otherwise. And I was glad that she did because winning this contest allowed me to become more known, thus upgrading my chances of obtaining sponsors when I graduate.

Things were finally going my way.

“Not only that, your painting is going to be showcased at the National Museum of Contemporary and Modern Art until the end of the next contest they are going to hold!” Mrs. Nam added excitedly while I still couldn’t believe my eyes and ears.

This was just one step closer to my dreams.

To my future…

…and away from my step-father.

“Dude, I still can’t believe that you won that contest!” Mark exclaimed as he slung his arm around my shoulders as we were heading to our meeting room. “And even though I should be mad at you for not telling me any of this, but goddamn, I am just so proud of you!”

I let out a warm chuckle at his words right before opening the door to the room. “Thanks, Mark, it means a lot.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Kun greeted us with a big grin. “I could hear our dear President’s laugh even though the door’s closed.”

I cringed at his words and shook my head. Meanwhile, I greeted the other council members. I didn’t even have the opportunity to open my mouth when Mark tried to shrug casually with a nonchalant face as he said, "Oh, nothing much, really." I raised a curious brow at him as his small façade immediately crumbling down as he practically shouted, “Except for the fact that she won first place at one of the most important and famous art contests ever!”

“What?” Sicheng literally jumped off from his seat with an excited, shocked and happy expression plastered on his face. He was the only one who knew about my participation in the contest. “Congratulations!” Sicheng said as he gave me a huge hug and ruffled my hair from the back. “I’m so happy for you.”

Sicheng had always been so supportive of me and my passion for painting, which is why he was the only one who knew of my participation. I couldn’t bear telling the others, knowing that I would be crushed by not only the pressure but also by my own disappointment if ever I fail to meet their expectations. In all honesty, Sicheng was the only one with who I felt comfortable enough to share the news. Because I knew that he would be the last one who would ever feel disappointed or discouraged.

With him, I didn’t have to keep up this façade - this image that everyone had built of me.

I wasn’t the prodigy painter in his eyes.

I was only me.

“Thanks, Sicheng,” I told him as I hugged him back tightly. “I couldn’t have done this without you, you know?”

To my relief, Eunbin seemed to have gotten over her little outburst. She genuinely looked happy for me and was about to head my way for a hug. The word “congratulations” barely left her lips when Jaehyun cut in front of her and gave me a small peck on the cheek. I gasped at his actions and my hand slowly went up to my cheek, my face showing utter disbelief at his sudden action as he simply said, “Congratulations.”

I barely registered his word and actions when Eunbin scoffed loudly and stormed out of the meeting room, startling everyone. The others looked at me in worry, and then Jaehyun. They were probably aware of Eunbin’s feelings for Jaehyun, and maybe Jaehyun’s nonsensical temporary crush on me, which would explain why they were not as surprised as I thought they would be by Eunbin’s small outburst. They probably remained silent because they didn’t want to worsen the situation.

I sighed tiredly. “I’ll handle this. Be right back.”

I exited the meeting room and then ran after my friend. I finally caught up to Eunbin when I saw her leaning against the wall with her head held up high and her eyes closed. I took slow steady steps towards Eunbin, a tad afraid that anything I did would provoke her. I copied her position as I stood on the opposite side of the hallway, wondering just how should I confront her about this even though I said I was going to handle this.

“Why did you leave so abruptly?” I asked. “The meeting was about to start.”

Perhaps feigning ignorance was not the best move. But, I felt like at this point, no matter what I did, Eunbin would always take it in the wrong way. If I were to pretend to be innocent, it would justify her anger against me.

Eunbin ended up rolling her eyes with a small scoff at my words.

“Really? Is that really what you wanted to tell me after running after me?”

The tone of her voice hit something in me. Something similar to annoyance started to bubble inside of me, threatening to overspill. I’ve always thought of myself as an understanding friend, even if others might digress. But because it had always been hard for me to make friends, I tend to go out of my way to please them, to ensure that whatever I did wouldn’t bother them. However, it came to a point where I didn’t know if my patience was going to run out or not. It felt like I was pretty close to hitting the bottom.

“No,” I ended up answering and crossed my arms across my chest. “Eunbin, what is wrong with you these days? You need to tell me what’s going on between us so that we can work it out. I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me if I have done something wrong or not.”

My friend lightly pushed herself off the wall and started to walk away after saying, “How about you work out your feelings and priorities first? These days, I really feel like you’re letting me down.”

Dumbfounded, I could only watch Eunbin’s back as she left me alone in the hallways. Letting out a hitched breath, I slowly slid down to the floor and tried to control my emotions. I could already feel my tears threatening to spill out of frustration. But I wasn’t going to let this ruin my day. For once, I felt like things were finally going my way—that perhaps, fortune was on my side.

No, I was stronger than this.

My forearms started to itch. I breathed out sharply, knowing what my body was trying to tell me; to lure me into doing. But I didn’t allow this feeling to overwhelm my senses. So, I quickly slapped my forearms, knowing that it might worsen my situation. When the tingling feeling hadn’t gone, I then gave up on trying to dissipate the itchiness and propped my chin on my knees as I curled myself into a small ball.

“Don’t worry about Eunbin.”

I looked up at the intruder and sighed tiredly as he sat down next to me.

“It’s nothing new. Trust me, she’ll get over it soon enough.”

How soon was soon enough, though?

I let out a bitter chuckle. “Nothing new, huh...” I breathed in sharply. “Well, I have a feeling that this time, it might be different from every other time. I don’t understand her, either. She- she usually doesn’t act like this, you know? Like, every time something goes wrong between the two of us, whether it’s her fault or mine or both of ours, she would always tell me. But, now? It feels like she’s hiding something from me, and yet she claims the same about me, as well.”

Jaehyun remained silent. I shook my head when I realized I just confided in him even though he didn’t ask for it. What was I thinking, telling him my concerns even though we weren’t even that close, to begin with?

But there was a sense of comfort that strangely came with Jaehyun’s presence that I didn’t feel with the other members of the council. It almost felt... illegal, wrong. But I didn’t dare to think too much of them. Thinking too much always led me to have a major headache in the end.

“Everything will be fine.”

I was taken aback by Jaehyun’s bold statement. I wondered where this confidence came from, where he was positive that his words would have a reassuring effect on me. And they did, surprisingly. I didn’t understand why I felt this sudden urge to trust him, to sincerely believe that everything will truly be fine just because Jaehyun had said so. But, there was nothing wrong in believing in him, was there?

Not even a couple of seconds later, he then said, “Now come on, let’s go somewhere.”

I blinked repeatedly at him. “What are you talking about? We still have a meeting to attend. I mean, the others are waiting for us.”

Jaehyun propped himself up and handed his hand to me, though I wasn’t budging a bit as I looked at his hand as if it was a foreign object. Jaehyun had a bad habit of never telling me the destination. And although I found it to be annoying at first, I eventually found it kind of endearing. Without even being conscious of it, I looked forward to his spontaneity.

“The others already left. It’s not the first time they’ve been through this Eunbin phase.” He air-quoted the last three words. “They’ve already figured out that the meeting will not be happening today.”

I, of course, didn’t believe him one bit. The others weren’t ones to be phased by something like Eunbin throwing a fit. They were all responsible too. I doubted that Eunbin’s absence would affect the meeting at all. On the other hand, as Presidents of our respective departments, our absence would. Thus, I raised a skeptical brow at him.

Letting out a defeated sigh, Jaehyun reluctantly admitted the truth.

“Okay, I just hate seeing that look on your face and I want to take you out on a date.”

Jaehyun’s cheeks and ears were slightly flushed. I almost giggled at how cute he looked. I never knew that his ears would also turn red whenever he felt shy. “Now, can you just please take my hand so that we could leave and go somewhere? I was actually being serious when I said that I have to bring you somewhere.”

I debated on this for a short moment that seemed like an eternity and took his hand a bit shyly. Jaehyun helped me up, but I immediately let go of his hand as soon as I was off from the floor. I promptly walked away as I held in a snort, Jaehyun’s dumbfounded expression cracking me up just the slightest. I then turned around with a small smile and tilted my head as I asked him, “So, are you coming or not?”

Jaehyun shook his head with a smile similar to mine and then jogged to me with what seemed to be a relieved expression. Did I look like I was that much in the dumps?

We headed for the school’s parking lot. “So, where exactly are we going?” I asked as we settled ourselves in his car.

“I’ll show you a whole new world.”

I tried not to chortle at his words. “What is this, Aladdin? Have you been watching Disney movies?”

Jaehyun laughed at my question. “Caught me. It’s my guilty pleasure.” His expression then turned serious for a second. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to bring you anywhere dangerous or scandalous. I’ll even make sure to bring you back before your– Wait, you’ve got a curfew, right? And besides,” he glanced over at my side before returning his eyes to the road, “I know that you’ve got to keep your records squeaky clean to get that art scholarship you’ve always wanted.”

I tried not to show how surprised I was. “You… knew?”

“Of course, I knew,” he replied proudly. “Anyway, I’ve planned something different for both of us tonight. Since the concept tonight is a whole new world, I’m going to bring you to my favourite place and you’re going to bring me to your favourite place. How does that sound?”

I paused and pondered over his words. “So, are you saying that your car is kind of like Aladdin’s magic carpet?”

Jaehyun shrugged with a nonchalant expression. “Yeah, I guess.”

I let out an amused chuckle and nodded at his words.

“You know, that actually sounds somewhat perfect.”

[a/n] apologies for the late(?) chapter! i’m currently working on a collab fic that you can check out here !! hence, most of my focus went to that story. i also haven’t been receiving much feedback, so i used this time to wonder whether it is worth continuing this story or not. not discontinuing it, just putting it on hiatus until more people show interest and give comments ^^”

anyway, i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! pls do let me know what you guys thought!! T_T

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chelseaswan · 7 years

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* ! ✰ You're my wonderwall — w: Lucien ❞

@profluciensmith

O som estridente do toque de seu celular não parava de tocar, e um tanto quanto cansada de escutar aquele barulho irritante a Swan abriu lentamente seus olhos sendo atingida pela claridade que entrava por entre a janela de seu quarto. Um bocejo se fez sair por entre seus lábios, e ainda ensonada a morena pegou no seu celular para tentar checar quem estava lhe ligando aquela hora da manhã. Seus olhos se arregalaram quando ela se apercebeu o dia em se encontrava. 10 de Junho, o dia de aniversário de sua mãe. Inevitavelmente uma lágrima escorreu pelo rosto da menina. Ela nunca haveria conhecido a mulher que supostamente deveria ser tudo para si.

Com o intuito de tentar espairecer um pouco, Chelsea se levantou de sua cama limpando as lágrimas de seu rosto com as próprias mãos. Ela não poderia chorar. Ela tinha que ser forte, uma vez mais. Um longo suspiro se soltou por entre seus lábios, e em passos largos ela se dirigiu até ao banheiro. Ligou o chuveiro, e após tirar suas roupas adentrou no mesmo. A água quente batendo em seus músculos tinha um efeito um tanto quanto relaxante.

Em pouco tempo Chelsea terminou seu banho e vestiu uma roupa ao acaso, umas jeans e uma blusa preta. Pegou na sua mala, e checando sua imagem uma última vez ao espelho, a garota saiu de seu quarto. Ela caminhou rapidamente pelos corredores até se deparar com a sala de música. Um sorriso fraco se formou em seus lábios e logo ela adentrou na sala. Seus olhos verdes vaguearam por cada recanto daquela sala procurando por alguém. Por sua sorte ela estava sozinha.

A Swan se aproximou do violão que se encontrava próximo do piano, e se sentou em uma das cadeiras ali presentes. Colocou o violão sobre seu colo, e afinando o mesmo ao seu gosto começou tocando uma de suas músicas preferidas. --- Hold up! Hold on! Don't be scared. You'll never change what's been and gone... --- ela cantava baixinho enquanto tocava. Fechou lentamente seus olhos, sentindo as lágrimas começarem se formando ali. --- May your smile, may your smile shine on, shine on. Don't be scared, don't be scared, your destiny may keep you warm...

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you’re my wonderwall: one

SYNOPSIS. maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me. after all, you’re my wonderwall

PAIRING. jaehyun x oc/reader GENRES. romance, slow burn, ANGST, bittersweet, frienship, coming of age, drama, college!au, enemies-to-lovers!au CHAPTER WORD COUNT. 1813

TRIGGER WARNING. none, but please do let me know if there are some issues that can be considered as triggering, thank you! ♡

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CHAPTER ONE: ONCE UPON A TIME

I stood in front of the school that I was going to attend for the next three years, a feeling of frustration threatening to overcome me.

I tried not to cry.

This wasn’t my plan.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

I couldn’t believe that I was to attend this school, so close to a place where I used to call home – a place I wanted to run away from.

I clenched my fists, my nails creating angry red crescent moons on the surface of my palms. I took a deep breath, just thinking how exactly was I supposed to go through this whole ordeal.

The voice of my cousin, Mark, brought me out of my reverie. I didn’t know whether should I be grateful for the fact that he had suggested to my step-father that I was to attend this school, or that I should resent him for it.

This wasn’t the school of my choice.

But, at least it was an art school. At least, I was allowed to continue to paint. To explore the boundaries of a gift that I had inherited from my mother. A gift that had kept me sane.

It was better than being shipped off to business school, to constantly have him hovering over me.

“Aren’t you glad that I’ve applied for you?” Mark chirped next to me.

I mustered the best smile I could give him at the moment.

I was originally offered a place at one of the most prestigious art schools of the country, with a full scholarship to boot, that was also far away from my step-father. I convinced myself that I could get away from him and to be independent.

But the ghost of a certain person and my own fear shackled me to this place. I was to always be stuck – static – in this godforsaken place.

The school that Mark had applied for me also offered me a scholarship – an offer I couldn’t possibly refuse.

At least it was an art school, I kept telling myself.

My step-father originally refused, insisting that I had to attend a business school since he was paying for my tuition. Luckily, Mark’s parents were in the room when I announced my decision to attend the same school as Mark. They managed to convince my step-father. He must have thought that if he were to refuse, it would be too suspicious. My relatives were aware of my never-ending love for painting.

“Hey, why the long face?” my best friend, Sicheng, asked from my other side.

“Nothing,” I lied through my teeth.

I hated lying to him. My ever supporting and honest best friend who was just too good for me. His and Mark’s presence at this school were the sole reason why I haven’t run away just yet. They helped me breathe just a little bit easier.

“Just dreading having to meet the dean of my department, later on.”

“Can you blame him, though?” Mark commented. “Who wouldn’t come out of their way to greet you?”

“Yeah, who wouldn’t want to come out of their way to greet Miss Prodigy here?” Sicheng teased and elbowed me gently.

I hissed at the pain, causing my friend to frown.

“Did I elbow you that hard?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

“No, I just bumped myself into a table and it left a bruise,” I said, hoping that he’d buy my lie. “You just happened to elbow that particular spot.”

Mark snickered next to me. “How can someone as clumsy as you be the prodigy behind the paintings that have overtaken the world of Impressionism is totally beyond me.”

“Shut up,” I said with a slap to his shoulder.

Sicheng still had his brows furrowed as his eyes never left the spot near my ribs. “Be careful next time.”

I nodded, giving him an apologetic smile. “I’ll try.” I then glanced over at my watch. “It’s almost time for me to go meet the dean. I’ll see you guys later for dinner?”

“Meet you at the front of the gates!” they both said in unison as I made my way towards the dean’s office.

I tried to make the best out of it as I walked in the hallways. Although this school wasn’t my first choice, it didn’t fall far from the one I did want to attend. Unlike the school that I wanted to attend – which was solely an academy for visual arts prospects – this one was home to four departments: visual arts, music, dance, and theatre.

It was no surprise that I got myself lost in this maze.

I thought I could get myself out of this predicament when I heard people talking and giggling behind a classroom. I thought to myself perhaps there were students that could help me. I knocked on the door gently and entered the room, “Excuse me…”

My eyes just widened the slightest at the scene in front of me, but I didn’t show any further surprise on my face. I just caught a couple making out intensively and interrupted their moment. The last thing I wanted to do, was to make this situation even more awkward for both parties.

“I’m sorry,” I said coolly, my expression neutral.

I guessed it must have come out harsher than I intended because the girl visibly flinched at the tone of my voice. I didn’t bother to try and change the tone of my voice. I was only going to be here for the next three years to further my skills and to get out of this place. I wasn’t here to make friends.

The boy tilted his head in amusement and spared no shame in looking me up-and-down. He was visibly handsome. His face and body reminded me of the perfect visual expression of Greek artists’ search for harmony and beauty – the search for the perfect proportions. This man’s face and body belonged in The Kanon – his visuals were of such perfection that they could make the Greek sculptor Polykleitos cry.

His lips lifted in a knowing smirk, utterly aware of the way I stared at him. I immediately looked away, hoping that they would get themselves out of that compromising position. But the male didn’t seem to have any intention of moving his hand away from her thigh.

I cleared my throat, not liking the situation I got myself in, one bit. I glanced over at their clothes, a nameplate visible on the right side of their chest the only indication that they were students as well. I paid special attention to the emblem next to his name – and not his name itself because it was irrelevant to me – and let out a small sigh of relief when it showed a treble clef.

He was not in the same department as I was.

The girl quickly pushed herself away from him and tried to fix her hair and clothes. My eyes caught onto the emblem that represented the visual arts department, which was a palette and a paintbrush. I narrowed my eyes at the symbol, a bit bothered that it wasn’t a symbol that properly represented the visual arts. Of course, paint was the most popular medium, but it still bothered me nonetheless.

She was in the same department as I was. Great, I told myself. What a way to make a first impression.

The girl shrank back when I finally looked at her properly. My scowl was probably the thing that set her off.

“I’m looking for the dean of the visual arts department’s office,” I continued. “Can one of you point out the direction for me?”

“O-of course,” she replied shakily. Her eyes instantly widened as they scanned my own nameplate and gasped. “You’re Lee-”

“I’m a bit of a hurry,” I cut her off. “If you don’t mind.”

“Yes, I’m sorry,” she said and then turned to the boy behind us. “I’ll be right back.”

I followed the girl out, but not without giving one last glance over at the pretty boy. My hands itched as I admired his face from afar again, his beauty something that somehow inspired me – made me want to put it onto a canvas. I was surprised at my own thoughts. I wasn’t one to paint portraits.

He sent one last smirk at me, making me regret that one glance.

I immediately disliked him. His personality was one that I couldn’t handle. I thanked God that we were not in the same department.

“It’s such an honour to make your acquaintance,” the girl said. “I’m Minju, also a visual art major.”

“Yes, I’m aware,” I said. I scolded myself for being so cold. She was in my cohort. I could at least try and be nice to her. “Have you chosen a concentration, yet?”

“Yes, painting, actually,” she replied, a bit meekly.

“Oh.” I smiled a little, a bit happy that I got to meet someone who shared the same passion as I. “A rival.”

“God, no!” she replied and quickly looked down. “I don’t dare to put myself at the same level as you.”

I frowned, perturbed by her comment. “Well, the fact is that we attend the same school, do we not? Wouldn’t that be an indication that our skills are around the same level?”

“But, you’re Lee-”

I waved her comment aside. “Whatever our community calls me, the fact is that I got a lucky break. Simple as that. It’s just a matter of time before you get yours.”

Minju softened at my remark and finally gave me a proper, almost reassuring smile. “Thank you.” She then stopped. “Here is the dean’s office.”

“Thank you,” I said as I was about to knock on the door, but stopped myself as I gave her a small node. “I guess I’ll see you soon, Minju.”

She nodded back. “I’ll see you soon if we share the same classes.”

Minju quickly left, probably wanting to go back to the boy from before. I tried not to judge her for her choices. I told myself that it was perfectly normal to balance a love life and an artistic career. I was the one who was abnormal for wanting to solely focus on my craft and nothing else. Mark and Sicheng always took the opportunity to remind me of that unhealthy fact.

I then stared at the dark wooden door, wondering if it were too late for me to back out from this. Because as soon as I made myself known to the dean, there was no going back. This was where I was going to spend most of my waking hours for the next three years.

But little did I know this was where my own love story was going to begin.

A love story that was going to be complicated, thorny, and most importantly…

Heartbreaking.

[a/n]: fun fact, this was originally a baekhyun x oc story that i’ve written back in 2014 that is completed hence the future frequent updates. i originally planned to update this story twice a week but i clearly overestimated my writing abilities from 2014, so updates will be once a week due to strenuous rewriting and editing on my part. this chapter was actually rewritten altogether because i HATED the original prologue chapter.

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you’re my wonderwall: eight

SYNOPSIS. maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me. after all, you’re my wonderwall.

PAIRING. jaehhyun x oc/reader GENRES. romance, slow burn, ANGST, bittersweet, friendship, coming of age, drama, college!au, enemies-to-lovers!au CHAPTER WORD COUNT. 4261

TRIGGER WARNING. allusions of a slightly toxic friendship

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CHAPTER EIGHT: LOST IN A FOREST

I anxiously waited for Eunbin outside of her class. I knew that I was grabbing everyone’s attention as I was a visual arts student hanging out in the music department, but I also had a feeling that my reputation had something to do with it. I cleared my throat as I walked in circles in front of her classroom, hoping that it would distract me from the stares I was receiving from passing onlookers.

I wasn’t feeling too great about having this conversation with Eunbin. If anything, I grew slightly tired of her jealousness. But Eunbin was one of my few friends. As long as we can have a proper conversation, I believed that she wouldn’t hold this against me. And besides, what else was I supposed to do? Knowing Eunbin’s personality, ignoring this for too long would simply backfire on me. Eunbin, as soft-spoken as she was, was also the type of person to keep everything on the inside before letting everything suddenly burst out the second something triggered her. I’d have to nip this problem at the bud.

I also knew that Eunbin wasn’t too fond of the fact that I caught Jaehyun’s temporary attention. And I needed to make her understand that, that was all it was - temporary. Give him a couple of weeks, or days even, and he will be fawning over another girl. That was simply the kind of man he was. I had always been careful, especially when it came to Jaehyun, to not do anything that could make Eunbin mad, or worse, jealous. As ridiculous as it sounded, there was nothing more dangerous than a woman in love. Or perhaps, in her case, borderline obsessed.

I mentally sighed at Eunbin’s infatuation with the said-male. I would much rather that she focused on her academics, instead. I didn’t recall her infatuation being this bad. Not to the point where she would actually get mad at me for it. But, it didn’t matter. Even though it wasn’t my fault, I had to drill into her head that there was nothing going on between me and Jaehyun. I had to reassure her that the only reason why I even bothered to hang out with him was that I failed to take care of my duties and he was there to help me out. Thus, I owed him.

Simple as that.

Sicheng never understood why I had to go to such lengths to reassure Eunbin about my non-existent relationship with Jaehyun. But, I figured that it was better than losing Eunbin completely as a friend. I couldn’t not do anything about it.

I bit my bottom lip as I watched the clock ticking by, and I quickly shot a glance over at Eunbin’s classroom’s door. I felt something prickling at my heart as I mentally went through the lines I was going to tell Eunbin. An annoying male’s face appeared in my head following that. I refused to believe that I was feeling guilty over this because of Jaehyun. I barely even knew the guy. And I was someone who kept my promises, no matter who the other person was.

After all, I wasn’t like my mother.

No.

I didn’t want to become like my mother.

Eunbin’s class was finally over. Stream of students passed by and my friend was the last one out. She called me out with a small smile on her face. “Hey, thanks for doing this for me. I know that you’re not really the type to skip classes, but I’m glad that you did it so that we can talk.”

“Of course,” I answered automatically. “You’re one of my best friends, how could I possibly say no to you?”

Eunbin’s face tightened at my words. “It seems that you can’t say no to anybody these days…”

I wasn’t sure whether I heard her properly. Eunbin wasn’t one to be sarcastic with her words, but she wasn’t one who would hide her true feelings behind them, either. I was slowly getting annoyed with how childish and petty she was being over the situation. It sounded as if she was implying something. Although I wasn’t sure what exactly was she trying to imply, I didn’t like the tone of her voice, at all.

But I didn’t want to assume anything just yet because Eunbin was someone important to me. Fighting with her was the last thing I wanted at the moment. Just like how she was giving me a chance to explain myself regarding the nature of my relationship with Jaehyun, I should also give her the benefit of the doubt, as well.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked as softly as possible, not meant to be offensive. “Eunbin, is this why you want to talk to me? Because you think I’m hiding something from you?”

Eunbin scoffed at me. “You are hiding something from me! You’re going on a date with Jaehyun! Everybody knows! Everybody’s talking about it!”

I was foolish to think that going to a specialized college would be different than going to a regular college. Here I thought that attending a smaller one with a low acceptance rate meant that students were more serious and would be more focused on their studies than trifles such as romance and who was going out with who. But I failed to take into consideration how my status in this school could possibly affect the school’s daily gossip. Just because I was not interested in what was going on in other people’s social life didn’t mean that they weren’t interested in mine. I supposed it was partly my fault.

I waited for Eunbin to calm herself down a little bit. I didn’t want to say or do anything that could provoke her. But, at the same time, I really wanted to point out that if I were truly hiding something from her, then how did everyone in the student body knew what were my plans? Did I really want to make her madder than she already was, currently?

But I reasoned with myself that if that was the case, then Eunbin had nothing to be mad about. I realized belatedly that it was not my fault at all.

“Well, if you think about it this way, it’s not exactly something I desperately tried to hide since apparently, everybody knows about it,” I said carefully while checking on her expression. I guessed that even while trying to defend myself, I was still a huge softie when it came to my friends. “But you know, Eunbin, it’s not like you listen to gossips and rumours. I thought you were my friend?”

It was wrong of me to think that Eunbin would act or think rationally in this situation. It was almost as if her brain would turn into Swiss cheese every time Jaehyun was involved in the situation. And honestly, I was starting to consider asking Jaehyun if he could just ask Eunbin out and get this over with. However, I couldn’t possibly do that - force people’s feelings onto others. If anything, that seemed burdensome. Especially for Jaehyun. Perhaps that was the reason why he never got close with anyone.

But I quickly shook my head at my thoughts. Why was I suddenly thinking of him in such light?

Eunbin’s brows shot up at my comment. “Me? What about you, huh? To be honest, I don’t think I would be this mad if you’ve told me, first. I’d rather hear it directly from you instead of other people’s mouths.”

I took a deep breath at her comment. This was gradually getting more and more ridiculous by the minute. It was also slowly getting obvious to me that Eunbin wasn’t about to calm down any time soon. What else could I do in this situation? I had to think quickly. Eunbin was currently in a state where she couldn’t see anyone but herself. She didn’t even bother letting me explain and naturally assumed and implied that I had a thing for Jaehyun.

What was the point of asking me out for coffee to talk it out in the first place?

“It’s not my fault if we’re not in the same department,” I almost growled and ruffled my hair in annoyance. “You know that I would obviously tell you first and try to explain the current situation. Since you invited me out for coffee, I thought that it will be the best moment for me to explain since we’re going to be alone. But apparently, my feelings are obviously one-sided.”

I let out a tired sigh and turned my heels around, before shooting one last glance over my shoulder with a disappointing frown. “Call me when you finally calm down. I don’t want the two of us to fight over something so trivial.”

And well, perhaps I gave Eunbin too much credit.

“Let’s just get this over with,” she tiredly told Jaehyun as she swiftly entered his car.

The male arched a skeptical eyebrow over to her side but didn’t say anything since she seemed to be a little bit mad. He felt guilty for using one of his wishes to take her out for a date whenever he wanted for an unlimited time or until he got bored of her.

(She hoped that it was going to be soon.)

But right now, he honestly just wanted the girl to enjoy her day, even if it might lead her to feel frustrated, at first. And although he knew that the methods he had used were perhaps not the best one if he wanted to get on her good side, Jaehyun sincerely believed that by the end of the day, she would feel much better than before.

“You’re not going to ask me where are we going?” asked Jaehyun, reminding her of their last trip together. Although he initially wanted to leave her alone until they had reached their destination, the girl looked so painfully lonely that Jaehyun couldn’t possibly ignore her.

The painter shrugged her shoulders casually. “I guess not. After all, I’m under your responsibility and if anything happens to me, I can always sue you after that.”

Jaehyun whistled lowly and teasingly at her reply. “Beauty and brains. What did I ever do in my past life to be able to go on a second date with the oh-so-talented Miss Lee?”

With that comment, he managed to receive a small smile from her. “Just keep your eyes on the road, please.” She rolled her eyes and leaned her head sideways on the headrest.

After the encounter with Eunbin, she felt so exhausted mentally and physically. She hoped that Jaehyun was going to bring her somewhere cool and breezy where she wouldn’t have to think about anything that was going on in her life. Somewhere where she could be herself without anyone watching over each of her moves.

“Are you okay?” Jaehyun frowned and had the urge to press his hand against her forehead. He was worried that she was sick again, but he judged that he wasn’t close enough to her to do so. If anything, she was likely to whack his hand away from her face. He resorted to just asking.

“Yeah, just–” The girl breathed out sharply as she rubbed her sleeved arms. “Just wake me up when we get there, okay?”

“Sure thing,” Jaehyun agreed without any hesitation.

As time passed by, the girl became quieter and all he could hear was her soft breathing. At a red light, Jaehyun shifted his head sideways to check up on her, and he couldn’t help but soften at how innocent and vulnerable she looked. Her demeanour was so different from the one he would see at school. It reminded him of when he first met the girl. Although they didn’t meet in the best circumstances, Jaehyun could never forget it. He knew that she was a force to be reckoned with as she remained impassive and unwavering as they stared each other down in the classroom. It made him curious and wondered just how exactly was she around people she trusted?

This sudden show of vulnerability, even unintentionally, reminded Jaehyun of the last time they hung out together. Although bringing her to the cliff was a spontaneous decision on his part and he couldn’t have possibly predicted how was she going to react. But, he certainly didn’t expect her to let down her barriers and mask just like that. For a second, he had a glimpse of the confused and disconsolate girl hidden behind those protective walls. It was just for the tiniest fraction of a second, but he noticed and he wanted her to know that.

As much as he liked pretending to be oblivious, he knew one of the reasons why she refused to get close to him – or allowed him to get close to her – was because of her friendship with the girl named Eunbin. But he never looked at Eunbin the same way. He would always get a headache whenever he thought of the girls who fawned over him at school.

It was exhausting.

And well, he thought that the prodigy sitting next to him could somehow understand him a little; understand the underlying pressure of always having to work to stay at the top. Those who never bothered with their studies could never understand him. In the end, they only liked him for his looks and reputation. It really wasn’t that hard to guess for him.

They finally arrived at their destination. Jaehyun parked his car and was about to wake the girl up as he was instructed to when he suddenly decided to go against it. The girl looked so beautifully peaceful and serene in her sleep, almost as if it was the first time she ever had such a restful sleep, that he didn’t dare to wake her up. However, she must have felt that the car had stopped moving and she slowly stirred up before rubbing her eyes tiredly.

“We’re here already?” She blinked a few times. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I was about to,” Jaehyun quickly came up with a lied before giving her a mischievous smile, excited about what he had in store for the girl. “Did you bring your camera?” But he didn’t let her answer. “You probably do, so come on, or we’re going to miss it!”

The male didn’t even let her breathe for a second and he was already outside, opening the door for her before she even knew it. In his hands, there was a small basket, a few fluffy blankets, and a red-and-white checkered picnic mat. He also had a bag, but the girl couldn’t see what was in it.

“Are we really going to have a picnic at eight o’clock in the evening–” the girl said and then looked around quickly with a confused expression. “–in a forest?”

“Yes, we are,” Jaehyun swiftly replied and turned around to her with a huge grin. “Don’t worry, nothing is going to happen.”

She rolled her eyes and followed Jaehyun until they reached a certain part of the beautiful forest. While he placed everything on the ground and prepared the food for later, the girl’s eyes travelled around and both sides of her lips tugged upwards at the sight. There was a small cool breeze lingering in the air paired up with the leftover end of summer humidity, the sounds of crickets echoed throughout the whole forest, and colourful flowers brightened the whole set up. It was cool, dark, and quiet – the perfect place for comfort and serenity.

“Don’t take out your camera just yet.” Jaehyun’s voice brought her back to reality. “Save the memory for later.”

She blinked at him, confusion written on her face. She wanted to ask why, but for some odd reason, she decided to trust him on this. So far, Jaehyun had never disappointed her.

“Okay,” she ended up saying and sat down on the checkered mat before placing a warm comforter over her legs. Jaehyun followed suit and brought a few packed sandwiches out first as he settled himself down comfortably.

“I didn’t know what you liked so…” Jaehyun’s voice trailed off awkwardly and she accepted the meal gratefully, nonetheless.

The girl stared at the elaborate sandwich. She then raised a questioning eyebrow at the male, wondering if he was the one who actually made them. But didn’t he come from a loaded family? Why was he going through all this trouble just to make a few sandwiches when he could simply ask his family cook to do so?

But perhaps she had judged him a bit too quickly.

She looked at the sandwich more carefully as she was trying to figure out its exact ingredients. After a few seconds, she realized it was a rather simple one that consisted of just ham, lettuce, tomatoes, and mayonnaise. From the way it was beautifully made, especially for a sandwich, she thought there would be more elaborated ingredients.

Jaehyun noticed her skeptical stare and tried to take the sandwich away from her. “Does it not fit your taste?”

But, the girl stubbornly kept the sandwich. “It’s fine,” she said before taking a bite, then another one. A pregnant moment passed when she spoke up softly, “If you ever make me a sandwich again for our next dates, please use turkey instead of ham and add cucumbers to the bunch.”

Jaehyun snickered at her words. “You said our next dates.”

She blinked at him, as expressionless as ever. But on the inside, she was trying not to die of embarrassment. What was she thinking, using the word date? “I fail to see what is so funny about my choice of words, but do you wish for me to take it back?”

Jaehyun stared at her with an incredulous look. “No! Don’t you dare!”

The painter ignored his retort as she continued eating the sandwich. “So? What’s the real reason why you brought me here and why did you ask if I brought my camera along, or not?”

Jaehyun glanced at his watch and shook his head. “It’s not time yet,” he said with a dubious smile. When he saw the unimpressed expression on the girl’s face, he laughed and patted the top of her head, almost like an adult trying to comfort a little child. “Trust me on this, you won’t regret it.”

Without any warning, Jaehyun pulled her down and she ended up on her back. She was about to protest when she began to realize what he wanted to show her. A clear starry night with a bewitching full moon. It was a sight that she could not possibly see in the city.

“There are so many stars…” she whispered out loud enough for Jaehyun to catch on.

Curious, he asked, “Have you ever wished upon a star?”

She seemed slightly taken aback by his question. She stayed silent for a moment as she pondered about it before replying with an answer that Jaehyun did not expect. “Those things never work.”

“Why do you think so?” he continued with a frown, unhappy with her answer for some odd reason. “Have you never tried it as a kid? Did you even bother trying it once?”

The girl shrugged slightly. “There are so many people in the world who probably think the same as you and–”

Jaehyun let out a sigh, cutting the girl’s speech. “You know, there are always enough stars in the world. Enough to make all of your dreams come true.”

She paused, waiting for him to continue before asking, “But?”

He suddenly turned his head around, facing her and surprising her at the same time, but she didn’t avoid his gaze.

“You just need to believe in them.”

The male suddenly let out a small curse after what he said and got up from the ground. He quickly urged the girl to do the same and ordered her to grab her camera. The artist quickly got up and went to her bag. She stood up to her feet with her camera in her hands and was in awe at the phenomenon that was happening right in front of her eyes.

At first, she wasn’t sure what was exactly going on. She thought they were just lights that lit up at a particular time, but they kept moving around at a certain pace, which made her realize that they were not normal lights.

They were actually fireflies.

All of them were following each other as if there was a particular path they had to respect. They seemed so magical and surreal, that they even looked like they were dancing along with the wind, illuminating the whole place.

It was then that she realized Jaehyun didn’t bring her to a regular forest.

No, he actually brought her to a firefly forest.

She had never been to such an enchanting place like this before, and the girl’s eyes were brimmed with tears at such a bewitching and artistic sight. She was about to turn around to thank Jaehyun, but he was busy laughing at the bugs with his head staring up high.

There was just something about the scene that was just so beautiful and mystical. It was something that the girl had never witnessed before, and truth to be told, it looked like it was a picture ripped off from a fairy tale book. However, she knew the fireworks of fireflies wouldn’t last forever, so the girl brought the camera to her eyes and pressed the shutter button.

Click.

She then quickly turned around away from Jaehyun and pretended to take other pictures. When she was sure that he wasn’t watching her anymore, she pressed the playback button to see if the shot she took of him was good or not.

At the sight of it, she finally smiled genuinely for the first time that day.

It was picture perfect.

“Thank you so much for tonight.” She sent him a small smile and Jaehyun could already feel like she was slowly—really slowly—opening up to him. Not completely but it was still amazing progress compared to the beginning of the year. “I actually enjoyed the date.” She air-quoted the last word with a small, almost unnoticeable, teasing smile.

But before she could open the car’s door, Jaehyun unconsciously grabbed her hand, startling the girl during the process.

“Go out with me this weekend?” he pleaded.

His question took her by surprise. She didn’t expect Jaehyun to ask her out so quickly, not to mention right after their date just ended. She knew she shouldn’t accept his invitation because of Eunbin, but a part of her actually wanted to go out with him. Jaehyun proved to be nothing she thought he was. He had been nothing but kind and sweet towards her which brought up a dilemma for her. On one hand, she didn’t want to further infuriate Eunbin, especially right after proclaiming that she wasn’t interested in dating Jaehyun. Yet, on the other, she wanted to find out what else Jaehyun had in store for her.

And besides, she didn’t owe anything to Eunbin.

But this weekend, her step-father was going to be home and he expected her to be home during the two days.

Hesitantly, the girl nodded. Jaehyun let out a small chuckle as relief washed over his whole body.

“Alright, I’ll text you the details.”

When Jaehyun was gone, she automatically went to her room and slumped onto her bed before taking out her phone. She didn’t even bother to take a shower because she was just so exhausted from the whole day. And not only that, she needed to take care of something first. So, she pressed the first speed-dial button and waited for the other user to answer.

“Hello?” a male voice answered on the other line before calling out her name and asked, “Is there something wrong?”

“Sicheng…”

She closed her eyes in guilt and wondered if Sicheng was going to get mad at her, or was he still mad at her?

“Can you cover up for me this weekend? I dumbly promised Jaehyun that I would go somewhere with him, but you know my step-dad, he never lets me out. So, please do me a favour?”

She could hear him sigh at her stupidity and she inwardly winced at the sharp tone he used.

“Okay,” he finally agreed. “But don’t make me regret this.”

“Sicheng? Did I do something to make you mad? You know that–”

The male automatically ended the call and turned off his phone right after that. He didn’t want to hear anything anymore. She was his best friend and he would never forgive himself if she got hurt. That was why he swore he would protect her forever. He was never one to feel threatened but nowadays, Sicheng felt like someone was trying to steal that position away from him.

And, that person was Jaehyun – one of his closest friends.

With everything that was going on, Sicheng knew that he wasn’t able to fully protect her. His best friend was a big girl and could handle herself. If anything, he knew that she wouldn’t like it if he was being too overprotective of her even if she knew he only had good intentions. So, the only choice left for him was to watch her from afar, for now.

And he just hoped that he was fast enough to catch her when she was going to fall.

[a/n]: i played with the povs in the second/third part of this chapter. instead of using 1st person pov when we talk about the girl/you/oc, i use the 3rd person pov. let me know if this is fine or should i just switch back to 1st person pov even when it’s narrated from a character’s pov that is not FL.

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