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fandomsonrequests · 3 years

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christmas with ateez (maknae line)

reader: gn!, m!, f!

notes: some cussing. read the hyung line >> here happy holidays everyone!

san

It was Christmas morning and everyone knew what that meant— gift opening time. Well, it wasn’t actually morning, it was more like early afternoon. But you and San didn’t care, you weren’t going to be late for anything so why not sleep in for a while? Anyways, you both deserved it.

San was practically vibrating with excitement at the thought of being able to give you your gift. Yours on the other hand was wrapped up neatly and tucked away in your jeans pocket. You smile to yourself, trying not to give away your own excitement.

You were pulled away from your own thoughts when you felt something large but light plop onto your lap, making Byeol (who was on your lap) scamper away by your feet instead. You gawk at the size of the gift, it was almost as big as your whole body. You stared up in pleasant surprise at San who only beamed at you, his cheeks flushed and dimpled.

“Merry Christmas _____!” He greets you, and leans in to kiss you. It was full of teeth and smiled but neither of you minded. “Go on, open it.”

You put the gift in between your legs and opened the wrapper carefully, letting out a gasp. A little backstory— you and San met at a plushie store, aiming for the same one before letting him take it in exchange for a coffee date the next week. You were both stuffed doll enthusiasts; so you were filled with joy and gratitude when you pulled out a rather large unicorn stuffed toy.

It was one you wanted when you passed by a plushie store but couldn’t get due to the lack of time. It was soft to the touch and silky, making you squeal in delight. “Oh my God, San— I love it!” You lunge at him, pressing kisses all over his face.

He wraps an arm around your waist, laughing along with you. “I’m glad you like it, baby.” He muses.

Now it was your turn to bring out your gifts. You pick up a small package from under the tree and call for Byeol. San raised a curious brow at you but said nothing, watching as the cat jumped onto your lap and purred when you started scratching behind her ear.

“How come she listens to you more than me?” He pouts when his cat basically bathes in your affection, making you giggle.

You shrug, unsure of why she prefers to listen to you. “This is for the little cutie. I’ll give you yours after you open up hers.” You tell him, the grin never leaving your face.

Once again, your boyfriend gives you a curious look before opening the gift to see a cat-sized sweater perfect for Byeol. “Oh it’s so cute! Byeol look what they got you.” He cooed to the feline who pawed at the sweater curiously. You two struggled a little to put it onto her but manage to do so. The both of you give a successful cheer when she makes no move to remove it from her body.

While San was distracted with taking photos of the cat, you stood up, pulling out a small box from your pocket. You knelt down in front of San and curled your throat, managing to get his attention. He turned to you with a puzzled look before it melted into one of shock after seeing the position you were in and the velvet box in your hand.

“_____,” He gasps, wide eyes glazing over with tears that were threatening to spill.

“San,” You breathe out.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes _______ I’ll marry you—“ He says, unable to hold back the tears while you laugh gently.

“I haven’t even said anything yet..!” You protest playfully but move to slip the ring onto his finger.

“Well either way I’d still say yes..!”

San takes a moment to admire the engagement ring, seeing the simple jewel on top of it glint from the afternoon sun. He practically throws himself onto you, crying happily into your shoulder before pulling away to give you a deep kiss. It was wet and salty— but you could feel the way he poured all his gratitude and love and passion into it.

You reach up to brush away his tears, leaning your forehead against his. “I love you so much San.”

“I love you more, _____.”

mingi

“Chunghee, Mingi— look at the camera!” You call over to your fiancé and your brother.

The two boys turn their attention from their snowboards and sleds and towards the camera you had pointed at them. They strike a silly but cute pose, waiting for you to take the photo before asking you to take another one. You indulge in their request, snapping a few more photos before letting them do their thing.

You, Mingi, and your younger brother decided to enjoy the snow for a bit. And what better way to do that than going to a ski resort? It was only for a few days but still- you were surprised, to say the least, when Mingi presented you with the confirmation email of your stay from the ski resort.

“Alright bud, just don’t hesitate. It’s a lot like skateboarding— only on the snow.” You hear your fiancé tell Chunghee as he prepares to snowboard down a small hill.

You beam at your brother and give him a good luck pat to his shoulder. “You got this. We believe in you.”

“Okay, yeah I got this. Easy peasy— no big deal.”

Your brother inhales and takes a deep breath before pushing off and going down the hill. You and Mingi cheer excitedly when he manages to slide down without toppling over, the both of you jumping up and down. Your brother beamed up at the both of you, giving you two a thumbs up.

“HELL YEAH CHUNGHEE!!” Mingi hollers, his grin so wide that his eyes turn into small crescents. He turns to you this time, his smile shifting into something more mischievous.

You know what the smile means and you shake your head, backing up from the man. “Mingi, no—“

“I haven’t even said anything..!” He protests as he advances towards you.

But before you could run, he lunges at you and pulls you right into his arms. He kisses your cheek before blowing a raspberry onto your skin, making you laugh. You try to wriggle out of his arms, arguing that Chunghee was waiting for him at the foot of the incline. But that doesn’t work because he was tugging you towards a rather large circular sled.

“Just this once, I’ll be behind you. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Mingi says, brushing away a bit of snow that fell to your hair. “Promise.”

You glanced over to the sled with cheesy Christmas patterns painted onto the side. You hear Chunghee calling out for the both of you, particularly the way he was cheering you on. “C’mon, _____! If I can do it so can you!”

“See? It’s no big deal.” Mingi adds as he was already settling into the back of the sled.

He pats the space in front of him, the dorky smile never leaving his face. You chew the inside of your cheek before relenting, releasing a defeated sigh. “Fine,” You whine as you settle into the spot in front of your fiancé.

You immediately feel his arms wrap around your waist, tugging you closer to him. You settle your hand over one of his much larger ones, and squeeze them in gratitude. He starts to push the sled forward with his other hand before calling out to the teenage boy waiting for you. “Get ready to film their reaction!” He tells them.

“Mingi wh-aAAAHHHH” Your sentence is interrupted as he launches off, the both of you sledding down the hill.

The wind rushes through your ears and you could feel the icy air brush past your face. You hear Mingi’s excited whoops and cheers as you descend. You on the other hand were yelling out of surprise and adrenaline. Sooner or later you reach the bottom of the hill where Chunghee was rushing to you, phone in hand. You couldn’t process what he was saying, the feeling of your heart beating out of your chest and the blood pumping filling your senses.

Your fiancé gently shook your shoulders, looking over at you. “You okay baby?” He asks you with a giggle.

“Y-Yeah,” You reply as you stand on shaky legs. Your brother hugs you tight, telling you how he was proud of you for braving that hill. Mingi joined in a couple of moments later.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” The older male says as he pecks your cheek. “We’re so proud of you.”

“You wanna go again?” Chunghee asks.

You look up at the top of the hill where you came from, seeing that the drop wasn’t as big as you thought it was. Your lips slowly form into a determined grin. “Alright, lets do this again.”

wooyoung

“Honey, no offense but what the fuckis that?” Wooyoung asks in slight horror when he sees your runny icing batter.

You sigh in slight frustration and drop the large spoon into the bowl, wiping your hands on the apron around your waist. “I knew it, I knew something went wrong.”

Your boyfriend only chuckled, shaking his head. You see, the two of you thought it would be a great idea to bake a gingerbread house from scratch. Granted, you two got a fairly popular recipe from the internet but it’s the effort that counts. And for a while, things were going great. The gingerbread pieces came out alright and we’re cooling down on the trays.

It was the icing that was supposed to hold them that was the problem. Wooyoung was tasked with the cookie people and house pieces, as well as some other parts to add to it, while you were tasked with the icing. Unlike your boyfriend, you weren’t blessed with much skills in the kitchen. Which is why you left the cooking to him and you were stuck on cleanup duty.

“Okay baby boy don’t panic,” he tells you as he grabs some of the powdered sugar to add to the icing in order to thicken it.

He looks up to see you by the side with a small pout on your lips, causing him to laugh and hug you. He nuzzled into your cheek when one of your arms came up to wrap around his waist, pressing a kiss to your jaw before leaning in to give you a proper one. “Don’t be sad, you actually did well for a first try.” He mumbles against your lips, pecking them one last time before pulling away completely to continue mixing the icing.

“That’s a biased answer,” You argue as you clean up the kitchen counter, curiously poking at the gingerbread pieces. “You’re only saying that ‘cos you’re dating me.”

“What? No, no, no, I’m being genuine.” He refutes as he sets down the spoon once he was done mixing the icing. “Now help me dye this icing.”

You waddled over to him and nuzzled into his neck, hugging him from behind and placing a sweet kiss to his cheek. “What would I do without you..?”

“Burn this whole kitchen down probably,” He teases as he basks in your affection. He pulls you back towards him with his adorable high-pitched laugh when you throw him an unamused glare and detach yourself from him. “I’m kidding, don’t give me that look.”

He turns around and wraps his arms around your neck, your own going around his waist. He leaned his forehead against yours and nuzzled your nose with his. “I’m proud of you _____. Thank you for doing this with me.”

You couldn’t help but crack a small smile at that, closing the gap between you two for a short but sweet kiss. You grin into it, him doing the same, bursting into another bout of giggles when your fingers tickle his sides. He begs you to stop, saying that one of you could knock over the food, and successfully pries your wriggling digits away from him.

“Come on, this gingerbread family needs a house built for them.”

jongho

“Areum, can you open the door please?” You call out to your teenage sister who was brooding on the couch, phone in hand.** **

She sighs heavily, irritation clear in her tone. You couldn’t really blame her- she did go through an ugly breakup this season. One that was done over the phone when she caught her boyfriend cheating on her with a good friend of yours. You tried your best as an older sister to get her cheered up. One of these attempts was calling your boyfriend Jongho over. The two practically adored each other, so hopefully being around each other would lift her spirits.

Areum’s gloomy face brightened significantly when she saw her future brother-in-law(strike that) your boyfriend behind the door. “Hey,” She greeted him with a hug who reciprocated it.

He ruffled her hair and stepped in when she allowed him in. “Why the long face, kiddo?” He asks.

“Its Jack; he cheated on me with Winny _and _dumped me over the phone.” Areum sighs as she sits down on the couch beside him.

You soon join the two on the couch as she pours her heart away to him. You’d occasionally provide some information, supporting your sister’s story. By the end of her story, tears were slowly trickling down her cheeks. Jongho reached up to gently brush them away, hand traveling down to her shoulder and offering a supportive squeeze.

“What do you say that we put into the snow and get your mind off of it?” He suggested and looked over to you, eyes silently asking if it was okay.

“That sounds like a good idea,” You add and nudge your sister with your elbow. “Wanna have a snowball fight? Us against Jongho?”

The said man gave a whine of protest, successfully eliciting a soft chuckle from Areum. She sniffles and brushes away the rest of her tears. “Alright- get ready to lose big guy.”

You told the pair to go on ahead, tossing Areum her gloves, coat, and scarf. Jongho makes small talk with her when he notices her suddenly stop mid-sentence and freeze. He saw that her haze was elsewhere and followed it all the way to a teenage boy with a girl on his arms. It didn’t take long for him to realize that the guy must’ve been her boyfriend. He looked back to Areum who had fresh tears pooling in the corner of her eyes.

His heart clenched at the sight and a quiet rage was lit inside of him. Jongho leaned down to grab a fistful of snow, compacting it into a tight ball before catching your sister’s attention. “Hey Areum, watch this.” He smiles, a bit devilishly, before chucking the snowball towards the boy.

Splat.

The snowball hits the poor kid straight in the face. This causes Areum to snort out in laughter. She decided to partake in the fun, allowing Jack and Winny’s momentary confusion to give her a chance to make a couple of snowballs, throwing it at the two of them. Sooner or later, you and Jongho were tossing a merciless volley of snowballs at the two, making them whine in protest.

“C’mon man what the fuck???” Jack yelled in annoyance.

“You’re lucky that’s all you get for messing with my baby sister!” Jongho yelled back and stepped aside to allow Areum to throw another ball at him.

You rush outside to see the commotion. The sight was funny, seeing the younger couple be hit relentlessly, but the pacifist in you told you that it was too much. “Okay, okay- you two they got the message.” You laugh as you stop them, looking back to the others to see them dusting the snow off their clothes. “God, you guys really let them have it.”

You manage to calm the two down, steering them away from the cheaters when Jack called out. “Yeah that’s right- get your bitch ass sister to protect you..!”

The insult makes you stop in your tracks, the cheery disposition dissipating. Without another word, Areum grins and hands you a snowball which you gladly took. And before Jack knew what had happened, you threw the ball right at him, hitting him directly in the face and causing him to fall back into the snow. Areum and Jongho let out an excited whoop.

“You wanna say that again?!” You ask, moving to gather more balls.

Winny, being sensible enough, tugged Jack away before the three of you could chase them away. You three share a laugh, watching as the pair run away like cowards. Serves them right.

“You ladies are deadly,” Jongho muses.

Areum couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s why you’re so into my sister. That’s your type.” She chuckles. But before Jongho could quip back, she had already tossed a ball at him, followed by you throwing another one.

He laughs, baring his cute gummy smile. “Alright- you two asked for it.”

You and Areum squeal in delight as he chases the two of you around, volleys of snowballs being exchanged. Sure the day started off glum, but at least now it could end with joy paired with the warmth of hot chocolate that was soon to come.

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spriteandnicotine · 4 years

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A/N: happy fall! I’m very busy with work and super sorry I haven’t been able to post more.

T/M: underage drinking, fights, cat-calling, unwanted sexual advances

W/C: 1.8K+

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem! Reader

Genre: fluff with mature themes

The brisk wind cuts through your sweater, causing a chill to run down your spine. Ah, fall. The season where it’s all about the monsters under your bed and the kids running down the street in attempts to score a full-sized bar of candy. The jack-o-lanterns on the doorsteps are lit by candles at night, and pumpkin spice lattes are being promoted on nearly every bill-board you drive by.

You’ve heard about the party between the girls and boys volleyball teams, but the thing you are most excited for is the one none other than Ukai Keishin is hosting. Yeah, his apartment is small, but all of his friends are going to be there and surely you are bound to run into a super hot man or two.

Crashing seems impossible, but if worse comes to worse you can go to the high school one with your best friend, Kiyoko.

“Speak of the devil,” you mutter under your breath as none other than Kiyoko pushes her way down the sidewalk towards you.

“Are you excited for the party?” She asks, clutching a binder to her chest.

“Of course,” you respond, opening the door for her.

Most conversations with her are fairly short,

and you already know pretty much everything about her. After all, the two of you have been best friends since the beginning of elementary school.

You remember the time when she stuck a piece of gum into your hair and you had to chop it all off. She later apologized and invited you over to make up for it. It’s been history ever since.

She is also pretty much the only person who knows you have a crush on the coach. She makes sure to remind you it’s a bad idea consistently too.

After you reach your locker, she continues onward towards her own, her shoulder brushing along Kageyama’s arm on the way. She turns back to look at you, and you wink at her, knowing all too well the hidden feelings she has had for him for a while.

The day seems to drag on, but eventually the last bell rings and you take the rest of the day to come up with your outfit. You decide on a fallen angel. You pick out a black corset, black wings, a sparkly black masquerade mask, fishnet stockings, short shorts, and a pair of black platform doc martins to complete the look. The cashier smiles as you place the majority of the mentioned items on the counter.

“Wish I had some fashion sense when I went to parties as a kid,” she says, shaking her head in regret.

“Haha thanks,” you chuckle and pick up the bag and make your way to the parking lot.

The sun sets on the horizon as you drive home and Purple People Eater blasts on the stereo. The area of town where you spend the majority of your time is pretty compact, the halloween store being mere minutes away from your house.

As you pull into the parking garage of your apartment complex, your phone rings with a text from an unknown number. It simply states an address. You hold down the text and react with a thumbs up, then press the side button so the screen turns black, and it hits you. It’s the same address as your place, and the apartment is three doors down from yours.

You grab your bags, and as your car beeps from locking it, you freeze. He’s sitting on the hood of his car, with a couple of friends. They’re drinking beer, and as luck would have it, staring directly at you.

You try to squeeze through, hoping they would forget the noise that interrupted their conversation, but Ukai calls out, “Oi you uh… look familiar. Are you friends with Kiyoko by chance?”

“Y-yeah,” you manage to squeak, taken aback by his dirty blonde hair pulled into a loose bun, certain pieces falling to frame his angular face.

“That outfit for the Halloween party the teams are hosting?” He asks confidently, your breath hitching in your throat as you try to come up with a reason to have the outfit that isn’t lying because you just know he would see right through it.

“What a shame, I would love to see her in it,” one of the two other men whispers to Ukai nonchalantly, his face turning a few shades darker, accompanied by your now flaming hot complexion.

“I don’t go to parties I’m invited to,” you say, leaving an air of mystery around you as you head inside of the building.

Once the solid wooden doors shut behind you, you bolt for your apartment. As you stand there, key in the lock, you hear the same wooden door you came through moments ago scrape against the doorframe, immediately causing a deer-in-the-headlights reaction from you.

Looking back, you notice it’s one of Ukai’s friends, and he’s noticeably checking you out. You manage to unlock your lock and deadbolt it behind you, not realizing you gave away where you live.

Heart pounding, you flop down on the couch. Moments later, there’s a knock at the door and you lie there, unsure of what to do. Your face is as red as a tomato and frankly you don’t want any of them to see you like this. You decide to not answer, and instead make your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth, then roll into the warm confines of your bed.

The next day, you wake up with a text from Kiyoko.

“Can I come over? I need help with my makeup”

“Of course. See ya soon”

With that, you roll off the bed and begin your morning routine. Just when you step out of the shower, there’s a knock at your door. You wrap yourself in a towel and open the door, but it isn’t Kiyoko who walks through the opening.

None other than Ukai Keishin walks in and says, “I came last night to ap-,” he pauses, face flushed at seeing you in nothing but a towel.

“I uh, see I caught you at a bad time. I’ll come back later,” he presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth and begins to walk out before he says anything he will regret.

As he opens the door to walk out, he takes one more glance back at you, admiring the way your hair frames your face and the water droplets falling across your collarbones. He doesn’t shut the door behind him, though, because Kiyoko was already there, about to knock, and Ukai ends up staring the manager in the face for roughly a minute. Your friend takes a minute to connect the dots before pushing past the coach and into the apartment.

“I was uh, just on my way out,” the blonde mutters under his breath before he exits, leaving you alone with your honorary mother figure.

“So uh, make-up huh? Got any cool prosthetics in that bag?” you ask, trying to brush the situation under the rug.

“Oh no you don’t. What did I walk into? Did he stay the night last night? You don’t plan on still going tonight do you?” She asks, voice concerned yet seemingly excited for you.

“I’m still going. Nothing happened, and no he didn’t stay the night,”.

With that, you take the bag from her hand and make your way to the bathroom where the best light in the house is. You take out the prosthetics and spirit glue, gently applying the tacky substance to both her skin and the prosthetic.

Once you blend it into her skin, you change into your costume then proceed to do your own makeup. Pale foundation with large but sharp wings and fluffy eyelashes complete your look.

Satisfied, you sit next to Kiyoko on the couch and stare at the time on the clock. “Dang it took me a hot minute to get ready,” you say, realizing the party has already started.

“Well you look amazing, y/n,” Kiyoko says, gathering her belongings and heading towards the door.

“You too!” You respond, taking a quick sip of water, sliding your mask on, and finding your keys before following her out of the door.

You walk to Ukai’s apartment and open the door without knocking. Taking a glance around, you see there are no girls there, and all guys appear to be in their early 20s.

“Well well well, look who showed up,” Ukai says, sauntering over to you.

“Well I couldn’t help but show up since I knew you would be here, coach,” you say, sliding off your mask and giving him an exaggerated wink.

“Hey Keishin, who’s this?” A blonde you can only presume is one of his friends asks.

“She’s a friend of Kiyoko from the Volleyball Club. Get her something to drink would ya?” He gives you another up and down look.

Three jello shots are placed in front of you. One orange, one purple, and one green. You grab the orange one and glance at Ukai who grabs another. The man who brought the shots over grabs the last one. Everyone clinks the shot on the table, against each others’ cups, then downs the drink and places it upside down.

“Not your first party, huh, angel?” Ukai asks, causing you to get flustered from the unexpected nickname.

“I- well…” you begin to say when there is a ruckus that erupts from the living room. A fight between two of Ukai’s friends begins to break out.

You make your way up to them and wrap your hands around one of the guys arms while Keishin does the same with the other guy. They’re both struggling with all of their might while slinging curse words into the air at each other.

“Hah, you aren’t even strong enough to get away from the slut,” the brunette Ukai is holding back sneers.

Keishin’s face flushes red from anger. He pulls the person he is holding to the door and kicks him hard enough he falls down on the porch steps.

The blonde you are holding turns to look at you and says, “Didn’t know you were into restraints pretty lady.” Little did you know the coach overheard that comment.

“That’s it. Everyone out,” Ukai says, walking the person he is holding back towards the door. There’s the occasional mutter from person to person about how he’s being lame, but you think it is the right call considering there was about to be a full out ‘bar fight’.

Once you escort the person you were holding back out, the coach hands you another drink, this one with some half-melted marshmallows and whipped cream across the top.

“Uh, thanks,” you mutter, and he sits down on the couch, patting the seat next to him signalling for you to follow.

“I know I’m a few years older, but do you think we could go out on a real date sometime? Maybe once you graduate?” He asks, and you can’t help but beam from ear to ear as you give him your answer.

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ecotone99 · 4 years

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[SP] The Healer

The man smiled softly as he reached his hand out to his front door. With a quick twist he opened the door and took a step out the door of his home to thunderous applause and screams. He smiled a wide white smile and took steps into the crowd, unafraid and unashamed. The man looked to be forty with very few wrinkles. He wore no facial hair, and kept his peppered black hair combed in a parted style. He was decently slim, not that you could tell from his clothing - he wore an overlarge white pullover sweater over black slacks. The masses worked desperately to touch the man, even a single black hair on his head against their skin was enough to make a person cry. Dozens of hands clawed at the persons in front of them in a desperate attempt to reach the center, but by the time the person was within arms distance of the man they took on a gentle tone and only sought to touch softly.

“My daughter… help I have… the doctor told me… por favor…been here for a week...” the whole sentences were taken in by the maelstrom of noise, almost loud enough to be felt across the face, which then only spat back out disjointed words. The man felt his clothing being tugged in every direction, his sweater was a calculation that allowed him to comfortably stand while engulfed.

“God bless! God bless you all!” The man cried out as he walked down the sidewalk - his steps surprisingly uninterrupted as he continued his journey, even with everyone desperate to touch his skin. The man reached his arms out gently as he walked, allowing the people closest to touch his arm as he continued. It was like this that his journey continued until the man reached his destination: His home and the man’s workplace... The Church.

The modesty of the building sitting on the corner of the street hid its true weight in the city. Not long ago it was an ordinary building of worship, standing for decades as a resolute place believers and sinners alike congregated and disassembled. Although the building was small in size and muted in decorations, it was clearly loved by the community that surrounded it. Its wooden walls were bone white from fresh paint, with flowers in planters on either side of its entryway – on the immaculate lawn there was a sign that read First Church of Christ. The worn but washed steps up to the door were covered with candles, flowers, and envelopes of offerings to the church, above which a beautiful mosaic glittered as the sun splashed over the face of the church.

The man walked up the brick steps(the people had enough sense to leave space for the man to fit) and turned around, addressing the crowd that had followed him the two blocks he had walked. “Don’t forget,” he said loudly, causing silence to sweep the crowd “service starts at 9am!”

It was with that that the man turned around and allowed himself inside the building. Once the doors behind him had closed he smiled to himself and walked through the entry room and into the church proper. He walked down the center of the church, his hands absently brushing against both sides of benches as he walked, a faint humming coming from his throat. Everything in his church was spotless, no doubt Doug had been in since five to ensure proper setup. With a glance at a clock on the wall the man noted he still had nearly two hours until service – plenty of time to prepare.

The benches were now filled to capacity, some three hundred persons of various races and classes. Look to your left and you’ll see an old black man in his finest suit, to your right is a single white mother living in a trailer wearing JUICY on her jeans. All were welcome in the man’s flock, no one person given preference. It was a queue system that determined where you sat and whether or not you got in, with some waiting over a week after registering before being allowed in. It was now 8:56, a quiet murmur was buzzing in the church the excitement swelling with each tick of the clock.

The man stood behind a door just behind the podium in the front of the church. His breathing was a little quick, but his hands were steady. He kept an eye on the digital clock that he placed next to the door the previous week, waiting for his moment to bring faith to those gathered outside.

All the lights went out and the murmuring instantly ceased, save for the odd sniff or coo from the darkened seating. The door in the back opened, easily heard in the entire church. A less dramatic leader would have oiled the door long ago, but that’s never been John’s style.

His footsteps thundered over the hushed masses, then the stage lights lit, showing the man smiling gently over his flock, his arms opened wide. The audience remained silent as he began to speak.

“Welcome all of you - for those of you who have never attended my name is John and I’d like to talk to you about the healing…” John started every congregation the same way without fail, an aegis against the explosion of fame and attention. “Now, many of you have come a long way to receive my help so I’ll keep this short: it is through faith that all this is possible. It is through keeping a clean soul and an open mind that you are healed. I am but a tool. Stay pure once you leave here and live lives in the light!

It was with his final word that the spectators responded, the explosion of sound was enough to shake the mosaic above the front of the church. There were claps, cheers, and feet-stomping for several minutes before overhead lights pointing at the stage were turned on. The podium was rolled off the front stage by an aide, and a wooden slab was rolled out by a different aide to be placed in the center, behind which John stood.

The first row of the flock stood and made a single line up to the left side of the stage – ordered and quiet. The first follower came to the slab and sat, her back to John. She was a young white girl(no JUICY on her jeans, but she did live in a trailer) in her early twenties. Her brown hair was thin and haphazardly draped over her head, scabs could be seen on her arms and there were holes in the tank top she wore.

“What brings you here, child?” John asked quietly, his voice only heard by the girl.

“C-cancer... he said... the doctor said that the ovarian can be fixed… but but I want kids so bad…” she said just as quietly, wringing her bony hands in her lap.

“And fixed it shall be… all without destroying your motherhood. Close your eyes and relax child.” John assured, placing his hands on her shoulders. The air in the room vacuumed and all eyes were on the center of the stage. Quietly in the back corner of the church a red light began to flash on a camera.

It was in this silence that John began to glow. It started as a paling of his skin, as if all the color was being sucked out, but then the pale gold light began to faintly extend beyond his body. The girl became a silhouette, her eyes shut but the wringing continued as the flock could do nothing but stare in awe at what was happening.

All at once the glowing stopped and John took his hands off of the girl’s shoulders. “You’re blessed, child. You came here early enough that you just needed me this once. Carry on in the light.”

The girl started crying as an aide came to help her off the table and half-carry her away from the stage towards the front door, and the next of the flock was brought before John. Each of the flock was asked the same question, and each was assured in the same quiet voice. Several of the flock were returning at John’s request to ensure they were cured, but most who were helped by John never came back other than to praise and thank – once cured John asked that his flock leave the service for those who had not yet been cleansed.

John continued in the fashion with a determined efficiency, trying to spend no more than a handful of minutes on each member of the flock. As the cured walked out of the church they were briefly given a taste of John’s morning as the desperate hands of those unable to make it inside the church for today’s service reached out to touch them. It wasn’t until two hundred or so cures that John excused himself for a quick drink of water, but immediately continued on afterwords.

It was nearly 8pm by the time the final person walked out the front door, which then was immediately closed and locked by and aide.

“Well, another great day! Thank you everyone for your help today.” John called out as he stepped off the stage. “Anyone know where Doug is?”

“I’m over here, John.” Doug called from the back corner of the church, his eyes focused on the small playback screen on the camera he held. Doug looked no more than twenty, with short brown hair and wisps of hair on his pointed chin.

“How was the view from back there? Do we need to think about positioning you closer?” John asked, his hands brushing gently against the benches as he walked slowly over to Doug.

Doug looked up at John, “No, well... I don’t think so. Not yet?” then shot back down to the video before looking back up “I think for now we can keep putting this out, then maybe a big shot with a good camera will do the up close stuff for us. You’re just too bright for this guy.” he said while gesturing to his camera.

John clicked his tongue and smiled “See? I wouldn’t have even thought of that. I’m useless without you guys.”

Doug smiled faintly but continued to watch the video. John had healed Doug’s sister of a condition that kept her constantly hospitalized and bedridden fairly early on in his career, and since then Doug had been loyal to a fault. He had once been part of journalism in high school, so he knew more about cameras and YouTube than John could ever hope to.

“Nah, you’re good John… this is just like… new stuff?” Doug offered, his eyes never leaving the screen.

John blew air through his nose then left Doug to finish reviewing the footage. Doug would eventually put together a several minute long clip of ‘highlights’ to put on the Internet and to send to the local news station. In the past week alone interest in the church has more than tripled as word has spread of the miracles happening in Gainsville.

John eventually made his way back around to behind the podium, thanking people as he headed to his office in the back of the church. It was a small office, originally used as a storage room when the building was first constructed. As it is now there was space for a bookshelf, his desk, his chair, and two other chairs with just enough room to move around without making it awkward. John sat down at his desk and opened his laptop, logging in and browsing his emails for the day. John never had to read every email sent, as he was now being sent tens of thousands weekly he had to have a two person team go through and send up only the most important ones.

ABC Interview…

Fox News would like to…

re:re:re:re:re:re:re:re:re:Quick question!

It was the bottom link that John clicked, it was his regular correspondence with the editor of the local news station. The connection started innocently enough, with Doug sending the following email using John’s church email.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Quick Question!

To whom it may concern,

Attached is a video I would like for you to run sometime – any chances? Let me know!

John

The video in question was the healing of Doug’s sister, which caused the editor(or more likely his secretary) to skeptically reply asking for more than the video. To the editor’s surprise John came by the next day to cure a person in front of the editor, who immediately spilled his coffee over his desk while half choking on his air. From that day the editor and John had emailed semi weekly, with John(Doug) sending over new videos and the editor putting them on the air.

John squinted in concentration as he was reading the newest email, quietly saying aloud parts of it to himself “Asking weird questions about you… didn’t say where they were from… just wanted to warn you…”

A knock at his door startled John who shook his head and closed the laptop, willing away the burning sensation he now felt in his stomach and shoulders. He opened the door to his office and opened his eyes in mild surprise when he saw three large men in suits standing outside his office. The men looked remarkably similar, all three looked as if they were in the marines at some point and regularly wore sunglasses while staring at empty warehouses, and all three had a buzz cut close to their scalps.

“Uh.. How can I..” John started, but the man in front started talking before John could finish.

“Mr. Valo? I’m agent DiAngelo – I was wondering if we could talk to you real quick.” The way the man spoke made it sound like a statement than a question, and he already started to edge his way into the office.

John nodded silently, then returned to behind his desk. All three men cramped into his office and stood on the other side of the desk, ignoring the two chairs in front of them.

“So..” John started, before being cut off again.

“We’re with the federal government, and have seen the local news playing your videos… we were wondering if you could share with us what’s going on?” DiAngelo asked, his mute companions staring unblinking at John.

“Well.. where would you like me to start?” John asked, relaxing himself back into his chair with his arms cross on his lap.

“What is it exactly that you?”

“I heal.”

“What do you mean you heal? What do you do to heal them?”

“I use the abilities I was given to heal them.”

Agent DiAngelo sighed and took a step closer to John “Listen, you can just admit to me that your videos are bull so I can continue onto a real investigation. No harm, no foul. What you’re doing isn’t illegal or anything, we just need to know what’s going on to keep the public safe.”

“Don’t let me trouble you from your real investigations, Agent DiAngelo. I’m just answering your questions honestly.” John said with a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Where did you get your abilities?”

“I was born with them.”

“How would you describe the mechanism that allows you to do this?”

“Faith.”

DiAngelo chuckled and looked over to one of his companions who raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

“Alright, Mr. Valo… I can see you just want attention and money so we’ll just take our leave.” Agent DiAngelo nodded curtly towards John then headed to the office door. It was when the agent’s hand touched the doorknob that he noticed the glow.

John was sitting back in his chair, still quite relaxed, but now with several feet of glowing aura around him, his center almost too bright to look at directly. John looked over to the two mute agents shielded their eyes, then looked to DiAngelo’s stony face, still frozen with his hand on the door. All at once the light ceased and John leaned forward to address the agent.

“Now listen, although I understand that what I do is a bit… beyond what anyone else had done, I won’t allow you to disrespect me by…” John was interrupted by a soft air canister releasing gas and a sharp sting in his neck. His hand shot up, pulling a small dart that had been embedded.

“What…?” John managed to garble out before succumbing to his darkening vision.

Groggily John lifted his head off the table. At first he tried to rub his eyes, but found that his hands were chained to a ring in the floor in front of him – giving him only enough room to rest them on his lap. John shook his head gently while bllinking then looked around, taking in the bright room around him. The room was square and well lit, with plaster white walls surrounding him, save for a window directly behind him and a door directly in front. The window was dark, giving John nothing but a reflection of the room he was in as he glanced behind him. John’s mind was still lethargic, the words and thoughts slow to shape as he tried to work out where he was. It wasn’t more than twenty seconds before the door in front of him opened and Agent DiAngelo walked inside.

“John.” he stated with a nod as an acknowledgment before stepping aside so the woman behind would walk through. She was over 50, her dark grey hair pulled back so tight John wondered if she was capable of using her eyebrows. Her light eyes stared coolly at John as she positioned herself in the chair directly across with DiAngelo standing over her shoulder after he closed the door behind her.

John considered speaking first, but thought better of it.

“Mr. Valo, I’m sorry it had to come to this,” The woman began to speak, her voice clear and authoritative “but considering the difficulty agent DiAngelo had with getting the truth out of you he decided to… demonstrate exactly where he was coming from in regards to his questions. I’m sure you have questions of your own, but at this time I would appreciate if you would cooperate.”

“Cooperate...” John said softly with a scoff, straightening up in his chair. “I have only spoken the truth to DiAngelo. Truth be told, I think the glowing scared him.” John winked at DiAngelo then went back to staring into the woman’s cold eyes. “What’s your name, anyway?”

“Tabitha Green. Green is fine. Will you be answering my questions?” Green asked, gesturing to the window behind John. A heartbeat passed before an agent walked in with a camcorder on a tripod, he placed it in a corner and turned it on before leaving again.

“I have been answering your questions,” John glanced at the camcorder for only a moment, his mouth hinting a smile. “But of course, you’re welcome to ask them all again.”

“What is it exactly that you do?”

“I heal people.”

“By doing what?”

“By using faith.”

Green glanced back to DiAngelo, a smile of annoyance appearing as she turned back to look at John. “How about a practical demonstration? We were told that you’ve performed in an editor’s office, so there’s nothing stopping you from showing us here – right?” Green gestured at the window again, causing an agent to walk in, his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He held a knife in one of his hands.

John raised his eyebrows as he looked between the man and Green. “Hey, there’s no need to get crazy here.”

Green sighed dismissively “Don’t be a child, that’s not for you.” She nodded to the man, who walked over to John. The agent bared the top of his forearm and cut a 3 inch gash. If the order or the wound bothered the man he didn’t show it, he only looked at John – knife still kept in his hand.

John hesitated a moment, then looked to Green “I need my hands, I have to touch him.” Green nodded to DiAngelo who released John’s left hand. John watched DiAngelo return to his position behind Green, then reached out to grab the agents hand. “...and so it shall be…” John said quietly, more to himself than anyone in the room. His skin began to pale, followed immediately by a glow from his chest causing the agent being healed to pull back unconsciously, but John’s grip was firm. The light reached its crescendo then vanished all at once, leaving the bright room as it had been

Green blinked a few times, her eyes slowly adjusting to florescent lighting before looking over to the agent. John had released his hand and the agent was rubbing the perfectly healed arm – there wasn’t so much a scar. The agent walked closer to Green so she could inspect it herself before she looked back to John.

“Thank you John. We’re going to have a lot of questions for you and a lot of tests to run over the next few months – so if you can continue to cooperate…”

“Months?” John interrupted, his eyes darting between the agents.

“Yes, John. Months. It’s our duty to learn everything we can about you, and in order…”

“I don’t want to be here for months, I have to help my congregation.” John pleaded, looking only to Green.

Green stared into Johns eyes, her face never betraying her thoughts. After a moment she spoke again “I’m afraid that’s out of the question. You are unique and we hope to learn from you for the sake of our country.”

John sank back into his chair with a sigh. He looked down to the floor next to table for a moment, his mind racing. Why are they doing this? Why is tribalism still causing so much pain in the world? Why do people stay so small? John looked up to Green and simply stared, his face a mask of stoicism. “Before you start, can I ask a question?”

“Of course.” Green said, relaxing in her chair and recrossing her legs. She was beginning to turn to dismiss the healed agent before she was interrupted.

John began to glow. This time the beginning wasn’t a paling of John’s skin, but a glowing of his eyes. John’s eyes were normally brown, but in the center of the pupil a bright red could be seen. The light that started coming out of John was not the golden splendor that everyone had just witnessed, but a violent red, reverberating on the eyes and growing faster than had been seen before. The only agent in the room to witness the flash was DiAngelo, who had enough time to begin to open his mouth before the light vanished.

“My question…” John said, resting both of his hands on the table in a ball in front of him – his eyes locking on Green who was looking around the room for the two other agents, both of whom were gone. Green looked to John, shock and fear on her face

“My question is… what made you guys think healing was all I could do?”

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