#gonna go take a shower and listen to pop music from my childhood until i feel better lol
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So Wrong, So Fast
Written by: @hutchhitched
Prompt 79: Peeta has been planning this marriage proposal for months. It goes horribly wrong. Tell me all about it and what happens next? [submitted by @katnissdoesnotfollowback]
Ratings/Warnings: T
A/N: I’m continuing to post the nine @everlarkficexchange prompts I took and then sat on throughout the early months of the pandemic. This is the fourth of the nine. Thanks for your patience, and I hope you enjoy. Huge thanks to @javistg for understanding the delays. Hope this helps ease your stress during hurricane season, @katnissdoesnotfollowback. This story can be read in the universe of An Everlarking Christmas as a prequel.
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“Finn, have you seen my tie?” Peeta Mellark yelled down the hall of their apartment. “I’ve got two minutes before I need to head out.”
“Nope. Haven’t seen it.”
He turned and burst out laughing. His roommate stood in the doorway in ragged sweatpants and a threadbare t-shirt. Wrapped around his neck was Peeta’s favorite tie.
“Are you trying to ruin this night for me?”
“I would never do such a thing,” Finnick crowed and loosened the tie. With an exaggerated wink, he tossed it to Peeta and plopped down on the bed. “So, what’s the plan? Wine and dine Everdeen and then bring her back here for a little roll in the hay? Should I change your sheets for you? Make myself scarce?”
“I don’t know how Annie puts up with you,” Peeta muttered and tugged the knot in his tie. It wasn’t quite sitting right, and it was driving him a little nuts. It had taken a lot for Katniss to agree to a formal dinner for their anniversary. She was much more comfortable out of the spotlight or working behind the scenes. Peeta’s insistence that she be showered with affection made her squirm anxiously any time he brought it up, but he’d wanted to do something special to show his girlfriend how much he really loved her, and a fancy dinner date seemed like a tried and true method for demonstrating affection.
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Finn. I’ll probably stay at her place tonight. I mean, I am planning to pop the question.”
Finnick yelped and sprang from the bed to engulf his roommate in a bear hug. Lifting Peeta off the floor, he spun them around and finally set Peeta down again when they were both completely dizzy.
“How could you keep this from me?” Finnick barked in a mock offended tone. “You know how much I love romance, and I’m running out of fresh material. What have you got planned? Music? A special menu? The ring in the dessert? No, scratch that. In the champagne? Got her favorite flowers? Rose petals at her place and lit candles? Tell me everything.”
“You’re worse than Delly,” Peeta snorted, referring to his childhood best friend who enjoyed being a woman more than almost any other female. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to jinx it. There’s only so much a guy can handle before he breaks down in a puddle of nervous goo.”
“Can I see the ring?” Finnick asked, still practically vibrating with excitement. “I need ideas for the one I’m gonna buy—because we both know it’s going to be sooner rather than later.”
“You’re a mess. You know that?”
“I am a lovable, sex god who’s given up my reign for the fair Annie Cresta.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“An idiot in love who supports you in your inferior attempts to romance women.”
Offended, Peeta glared at his friend. “I am very romantic. Katniss just doesn’t really like it.”
“Oh, really?” Finnick hooted and crossed his arms. “You still haven’t told me what your plan is.”
“You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow because I need to go.” Turning to his friend, Peeta exhaled and held out his arms. “How do I look?”
“You look good, man. You got the ring?”
“Shit! The ring.” He scrambled to his nightstand and opened the top drawer. Rifling through the contents, his fingers settled on a velvet box, and he grabbed it and stuck it in his pocket. “Gotta go. Wish me luck!”
“Good luck!”
Finnick’s well-wishes rang in his ear as he rushed out the door. Jumping into his car, he slammed the door, turned the key in the ignition, and…nothing.
“No, no, no, no, no! Not tonight.”
Turning the key again, Peeta groaned when the battery didn’t turn over and smacked his palms on the steering wheel. Frantic, he leapt from the car and ran into the house.
“Finn! My car won’t start. Can I—?”
“Keys are on the counter. I’ll have Annie pick me up. You’ll need to get gas.”
“Thanks, man!”
He was halfway to his girlfriend’s house when he glanced down and saw the gas gauge was almost on empty. Swearing, he crossed his fingers he could make it to Katniss’ place and then to the restaurant before he had to stop. Irritated that he’d hit almost every red light between his house and hers, he jammed the car into park and rushed to her door.
“You look gorgeous,” he breathed when she opened the door, and he grinned at her shy smile. He leaned forward to kiss her. Closing his eyes, he inhaled her scent and nudged her lips open with his. She tasted amazing, her lips soft and coated with lip gloss. When she moaned into his mouth, he pulled away and took a shuddering breath. “You ready to go?”
She nodded and took his hand. “I’m not used to heels,” she laughed when she wobbled a little against him. “Or dresses. Or makeup. Or not wearing a braid. Why do I let you talk me into these things?”
“Into dinner?” he teased as he helped her into the car and shut the door. He hurried around the car, jumped in, and turned to her. “Sorry. My car wouldn’t start.”
“Into a fancy dinner,” she answered. “What’s wrong with your car?”
He shrugged and grimaced. “Probably a battery. I’ll figure it out tomorrow. How was your day?”
Peeta listened as he drove. He was still jumpy, but having her by his side calmed him a little bit. She wore a slinky peachy, salmon colored dress that dipped low on her chest and hinted at a tiny dip of cleavage. Her gorgeous legs stretched from the hem that rested just above her knees to strappy, gold heels that elongated her legs and made them look twice as long. Her dark hair, which she usually tucked back in a braid, hung loosely in waves around her shoulders and halfway down her back. God, he loved her.
He pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot and helped her out of the car and to the door. Still unused to the heels, she leaned against him, and he reached over to kiss her forehead just as they got to the maître d. He gave his name and frowned when the man looked over his reservation list with a bored look.
“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t seem to see your name.”
“That’s impossible. I made the reservation two weeks ago. Mellark, table for 2. Can you check again, please?”
“Certainly, sir. Let me just check tomorrow, too. Just in case. Sometimes we make mistakes. Ah, yes, here it is. I’m afraid we have you down for tomorrow evening instead.”
“But—”
“Not to worry, sir. I’m sure it was a miscommunication,” the man assured in an infuriatingly disinterested voice, but Peeta flushed with discomfort. He had a niggling feeling that maybe it was his mistake and not the restaurant’s, but he was grateful they seemed willing to accommodate them—even if the guy looked like he’d rather do anything than speak to them. Possibly it would all still work. Perhaps the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach would be soothed by good food and attentive service. Maybe he’d ask the woman of his dreams to marry him and she’d say yes. Otherwise, he might die of humiliation.
“Uh, I—”
Katniss watched with a bemused expression. When Peeta seemed incapable of stringing together more than two words, she suggested calmly, “Perhaps we could wait at the bar while the table’s prepared?”
“Yes, miss. If you’ll just step this way, we’ll serve you there. Might I suggest a red?”
Peeta followed and sagged gratefully onto a stool. The bartender asked for their orders, and Katniss surprised them both when she asked for a gin martini. Taking his cue from her, he ordered a bourbon. The smoky, caramel flavor washed over his tongue and eased his jangling nerves. Grateful for her calm, he entwined his fingers with hers and rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.
“Sorry for the confusion,” he said in a low voice. She took a sip of her drink and looked at him over the rim through her eyelashes. A bead of liquid lingered on her lower lip, and he gave her a soft kiss to lick away the stray drop.
She hummed against his mouth. “I think I can forgive you,” she murmured and kissed him again.
By the time they got their table, his stomach rumbled, and Katniss had the look in her eye she always got indicating she’d crossed into hangry. However, the waitress, a slight young woman named Rue, took care of them graciously and attentively. She suggested flash fried spinach for an appetizer and left them to themselves.
Dinner was spectacular. The food was delicious and they chatted and laughed as they enjoyed each other’s company. Wrapped in each other, they shared bites and tangled their spoons over the last bit of sorbet and ganache. Everything was perfect until the bill came and he reached into his back pocket. Peeta’s face drained of color. Stricken, he looked at Katniss. He couldn’t believe what he’d have to do.
“What’s wrong?”
Devastated, he answered, “I can’t believe I did this.”
“Did what?”
“Katniss, I forgot my wallet.”
“You forgot…”
“Yeah, my wallet,” he repeated, his cheeks flaming with humiliation.
She laughed and leaned across the table to grab his hand. “It’s no big deal. I can get it.”
“That’s not the point, Kat. I asked you to dinner. I made a huge deal of it, and now I can’t even pay. I’m so sorry.”
“You know, I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive you for this gaffe,” she teased. “I might as well just break up with you right now. I mean, how could I ever trust you again? Be honest, hon. You’re really just looking for a sugar mama, aren’t you?”
He knew she was teasing, knew it meant nothing and was intended to make him feel better, but he was sick to his stomach. After all this time, all the planning he’d put into proposing to the love of his life, and he couldn’t even manage to remember his wallet. If nothing else, it seemed like a terrible omen. How could he handle a marriage if he forgot such basics? He tried to tell himself he’d never done this before, that it was the only time he’d ever been quite so careless, but his insecurities got the better of him.
He was quiet as Katniss paid the check and they walked to the car. Maybe there was still time to salvage the evening. He had the ring in his pocket. The proposal would make his mistakes all better. He’d planned for weeks. Arranged for every variable. It was going to be perfect. He just had to get them to where they’d first met.
Music played softly as they drove with the windows partially lowered. A gentle breeze whipped through the car, and her hair created a cloud around her face. She sang softly, and his heart clenched at the joy on her face. He always wanted her to sing more, since it brought her such pleasure, but it was highly personal to her. He didn’t get to hear it nearly enough.
They were less than a mile from their destination when the car started to chug, and his stomach dropped. “No, no, no!” he growled. “Please, no.”
“What’s wrong?”
“God, please keep going,” he begged, but Finnick’s car shivered and shook and ground to a halt. If it’d been a person, he would have said it coughed itself to death. “Shit.”
“Peeta?”
“We’re out of gas.” Slamming the palm of his hand against the steering wheel, he released a long groan and thumped his head against the headrest. Grumbling, he closed his eyes and took in a huge gulp of air. “What a fucking night.”
“I don’t know. I don’t think it’s so bad.”
He glanced over at her and gave her a sad smile. “You’re so amazing.”
“I’ve heard that before,” she grinned. “My boyfriend tells me that all the time.”
“Does he?”
“He really does.”
“Lucky bastard.”
“He really is.”
The way the moonlight fell across her face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He wanted to paint her in that moment, so he could freeze time and live in it forever. More than anything, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman.
“How married are you to the idea of those shoes?” he asked suddenly.
“I despise these things, Peeta. You know that.” A smile played across her lips, and he stretched across the seat to kiss her.
“Take them off.”
“Why?”
“Just do it. I have a plan.”
Full of renewed energy, he bounced out of the car and ran around to open her door. Offering her his hand, he pulled her upright and threaded his fingers through hers. Without a word, he kissed her forehead and led her down the street.
“Are we going to the meadow?” she asked as they rounded the corner. “Sweetheart…”
He grinned and guided her to a tree at the edge of the open area before hauling her in for a passionate kiss. She melted against him, and he cradled her to his chest.
“I love you so much, Katniss,” he murmured against her lips. “I can’t remember what my life was like without you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Do you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Grinning, he dropped to his knee and looked up at her. Her eyes widened when he sank down, and he reached into his pocket to pull the ring box free.
“Every day since I’ve met you has been better than any best day I had before we met. I don’t want to have another one without you. Katniss Everdeen.” He paused and opened the ring box. Holding it out to her, he asked, “Will you please make me the happiest man in the world and spend the rest of your life with me?”
Katniss nodded vigorously. “Of course, I will, Peeta. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Relief flooded through him. He hadn’t even been aware how nervous he was until she agreed to his proposal, but he suddenly felt like his limbs were limp noodles. He couldn’t comprehend the buzzing in his veins, but he was sure his blood was florescent with endorphins. That wasn’t a thing, but still. Thrilled, he reached into the box to get the ring and—
“You have got to be kidding me!”
The ring box was empty. The ring he’d picked out for her wasn’t there. Instead, the slit where it should have been grinned at him manically, and he wondered briefly who he’d pissed off in a past life to make this night go so spectacularly terrible. After all the planning and soul searching and angst, the perfect proposal had disintegrated into such a total pile of—
“What’s wrong?”
Katniss stood over him, trembling and half-grinning/half-weeping. The longer he remained on his knee, the more concerned she became. He looked down at the empty box that mocked him and huffed in annoyance. He realized as the moisture from the ground soaked into his pants at the knee that he’d grabbed the box he’d kept from a prank gone wrong with Finnick on Valentine’s Day. In his rush, he hadn’t even bothered to make sure he got the one with the ring in it.
“I’m an idiot. That’s what’s wrong,” he groaned.
“Are you— Do you not want to…” she asked in a tortured whisper.
He popped to his feet and wrapped her in his arms. “Oh, no, sweetheart! Of course, I want to marry you. I’m so happy you said yes. I just, uh— I forgot the ring.”
“You forgot the ring?”
Frustrated, he nodded and hung his head. “I really, really did.”
Silence hung for a few seconds, but then he felt panic bubbling inside him until— Laughter poured from him in lusty bursts that shocked him and caused her to chuckle. Before he knew it, he was doubled over, heaving for breath, and laughing so hard, he almost fell over. Katniss joined him after a few seconds, his mirth contagious as he struggled to gain his composure. Soon, they clung to each other as they guffawed, unable to stop.
“Who proposes and forgets the ring?” she howled, her eyes sparking with humor.
“I do!”
“Runs out of gas. Forgets his wallet.”
“Me!”
“Why is this so funny?” she giggled. “Bless your heart. You tried so hard.”
He forced himself to get it together and pulled her close. Brushing her hair back, he tilted his head and kissed her. “I really did.”
She hummed against his mouth and opened it as his tongue swept inside. The kiss grew heated quickly, and he slanted her mouth so he could devour her. When she whimpered, he tangled her hair in one hand and let the other drift lower to cup her hip and then pull her leg up and over his.
“Katniss,” he hissed as she rocked her hips against his.
“How mad do you think Finnick would be if you abandoned his car?”
“Furious. Why?” he asked between heated, open-mouthed caresses.
“I really don’t want to wait for help when we could get a ride to your place.”
“I thought we were staying at yours tonight.”
“We could,” she breathed against his cheek before catching his earlobe in her teeth and biting it gently. “Or we could go to yours, put that ring on my finger, and consummate our engagement.”
He grinned and nuzzled her neck. “That sounds pretty amazing,” he breathed as he nibbled along her jawline.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmmm. Maybe we can salvage this night after all.”
“You mean me agreeing to marry you wasn’t enough for our date to be a good one?” she teased as she pulled away and started walking back to the car. “Shoes. Purse. Would like to take them with me.”
He tugged his phone from his pocket and arranged for a car. Grinning, he called after her, “It all went so wrong, so fast, but I think we’re on our way to making it even more memorable.”
“I love you, Mellark,” she yelled over her shoulder.
“I love you more, Everdeen! Gonna marry the hell out of you.”
She backed away from him, and he followed. The last thing he wanted was to let her slip away from him into the darkness.
#everlarkficexchange#springtime edition 2020#prompt 79#everlark#everlark fanfiction#peeta mellark#katniss everdeen#so wrong so fast
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The Road You Didn’t Take (5/7)
day 5 of @michaelguerinweek : “Just trust me.”
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warning: shitty childhood talk
They checked out of the motel room around three and Alex got into the passenger seat instead of the back.
“So, we’ll probably get to Mississippi sometime around 10 or 11, but we could stop for dinner before that?” Michael suggested. Alex nodded.
“Sounds good to me,” he said, grabbing the aux cord like he owned the place and plugging in his phone. Michael said nothing as he backed out of the parking space.
Smooth, lo-fi music started to play through the speakers as he made his way towards the interstate. Alex hummed along to it and Michael didn’t bother him, listening to him. He wasn’t outright singing, but it still sounded nice. He wondered how many times he’d heard Alex’s music and just didn’t know it was him.
“What happens if you want to go back to music?” Michael asked even though he knew it was probably pushier than he meant it. Alex took a deep breath.
“Music is my favorite thing in the world, but I don’t want to make it where it controls and ruins my life. I’m not sacrificing my love for it just so I can be famous, you know?” Alex said, “When we were small and no one knew my face, but I still did well enough to pay my rent, it was best. Maybe in a few years I’ll go back to making solo music under a different name, but right now... Right now I’m not interested in doing it for more than myself.”
“Fair enough,” Michael answered, “Maybe we’ll go to some local karaoke bar and bang out some country tunes together.”
“You sing?” Alex asked, a smile on his face.
“I mean, of course, but I didn’t say I do it well,” he said. Alex laughed. It was a nice sound.
“We’ll definitely have to go sometime.”
They fell silent again as Alex played song after song that he felt like listening to. Michael made a mental note to ask him about some of the bands later.
"So, tell me something embarassing that you've done," Alex said as they crossed into Louisiana. Michael laughed.
"Uh, I don't know?" Michael said, but he saw an opportunity to get a feel for his chances with Alex and took it, "I didn't go on my first date until I was 23. That's embarassing, I guess."
"No, it's not, I was 24," Alex said. Michael scoffed.
"I don't believe that."
"Why not?"
"Have you seen you?" Michael pointed out, "I find it hard to believe people aren't flirting with you every day of your life."
"It took me a long time to come to terms with my sexuality," Alex admitted. Michael nearly jumped for joy, but he managed to keep it under control.
"I feel that," Michael said, "Didn't date my first guy until last year."
Alex smiled, "How'd that go?"
"Well, I'm single now, aren't I?" Michael joked.
"Yeah, you got a point," Alex said.
They talked more, telling stories of bad dates and hook-ups gone wrong. Michael told a story of getting a nose bleed while going down on someone, Alex told a story of dislocating his knee and needing his one night stand to pop it back into place. By the time Michael begrudgingly told a story of going on a date with someone and then two days later finding her making out with his sister on the couch, Alex was laughing so hard he snorted and Michael was pretty sure he was already in love.
They ended up getting off a Baton Rouge exit to find a place to eat, settling on a Chili's since that felt like a safe option. They sat for longer than they should've, eating and talking and joking. It wasn't a date, but, if it was, it was the best first date Michael had ever been on.
"No, stop, I'm paying," Michael said as Alex tried to take the ticket.
"No, you paid for gas and you're going to have to pay for gas to drive back to get your shit after you kill that interview," Alex said, twisting away so Michael couldn't reach the ticket.
"You paid for the motel," Michael argued, standing up and reaching across the table. Alex let out a downright adorable giggle as he held it away from him, swatting at his arm.
"And I'm paying for tonight's too, get over it," he said.
",No, that's not fair."
"Michael," Alex said, grabbing his hand and looking at him with intoxicating eyes, "I'm paying. Just trust me, okay?"
Michael glared and slowly sat down. Alex just laughed as he put his card down and gave it to the waitress as she walked past.
"You can pay the tip," Alex suggested. Michael rolled his eyes. "Oh, stop pouting."
"Make me," Michael shot back. Alex smiled at him, his cheeks turning a shad of red as he shook his head.
"Maybe later," he said. That shut Michael up.
They got back in the car and the air seemed to change. They were full and a little tired and Alex started playing something nice and slow. Alex hummed along again, adding to the soothing air. It was crazy that this man was the same as the one from yesterday, even crazier that it was the same as the boy from high school.
"What's in your ring?" Alex asked softly. Michael glanced down and then held his hand out closer to Alex. He grabbed his hand, his thumb tracing over the ring.
"I was in foster care as a kid and that's the only thing I have left from my mom. I hid it every time they took all my shit away so I wouldn't lose it," Michael admitted.
"Oh," Alex breathed, "It's pretty."
"Thank you."
Alex kept his hand, playing with his fingers and his ring mindlessly. Michael smiled to himself when he realized he'd only asked to get ahold of his hand. He didn't try to take it back.
"Do you know why your parents gave you up?" Alex asked, "If you don't mind me asking."
"Uh, I looked into it when I got older. My dad died before I was born and I think my mom just didn't have a good support system. She kept me for a few days, but she gave me up hoping I'd have a better life. Didn't really work that way, but it's the thought that counts," Michael said, shrugging, "She died before I could find her though, so."
"I'm sorry," Alex told him. Michael shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm good."
"If it helps, my parents sucked too. My mom left when I was young and my dad was an abusive piece of shit," Alex said. Michael frowned.
"I'm sorry," he said, twisting his hand a little to squeeze Alex's. Alex pressed his thumb into his palm and slowly traced up his middle finger.
"I got away, so I'm fine. Therapy helps," Alex admitted. Michael hummed.
"I want to eventually."
"It's worth it."
They sat in silence for awhile, Alex playing with his fingers as they drove. Soon, they were crossing over into Mississippi and Michael started looking for motels to stay for the night.
"I can't wait to take a shower," Alex said, "It's been a couple days."
"Yeah, I can't tell," Michael teased.
"Hey!" Alex laughed.
They eventually found a place with a vacancy and they went up to the desk. A younger guy was manning it, his chin in his palm and clearly bored out of his mind.
"Do you guys have an open room with two beds?" Alex asked. The front desk guy nodded, eyeing Alex a little oddly as he stood up straight.
"Yeah," he said slowly. When Alex gave him his name and his card, though, his eyes widened. "You're–"
"Don't say anything, please? Trying to keep it under wraps if that's okay," Alex said, smiling kindly. The kid nodded.
"Yeah, man, sure," he said, "I love your music."
"Thank you," Alex said. A few minutes later, they grabbed the key and started walking towards the room. "They're gonna know I'm in Mississippi by the morning."
"Well, good thing we'll be on a farm an hour away tomorrow," Michael said. Alex grinned.
"We?"
"Yeah, dude, you can't leave me yet," Michael insisted. Alex smiled and.unlocked the motel room door.
"Okay."
Alex called taking a shower first and Michael let him. After the shower turned on, Michael took the opportunity to call Isobel. She picked up on the second ring.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"Mississippi," he answered, "And I'm gonna say something but don't freak out."
"That's not comforting, Michael."
"No, it's not like that," he said, lowering his voice, "I'm sharing a motel room with Alex Manes. Remember? From high school?"
She was quiet for a few seconds,. "How the fuck did that happen?"
"I don't know," he said, "But I think he might be into me."
"Then why are you calling me instead of trying to hook up with your childhood crush?" Isobel scoffed.
"He's in the shower."
"Are you gonna try when he gets out?"
"No," Michael said, "I mean, that's too fast and I don't wanna make him feel pressured or uncomfortable."
"And if he makes the first move?"
"Then I will die "
"Alright," she laughed. The shower soon shut off and Michael felt giddy all over again.
"I gotta go."
"Be safe, I love you," she said.
"Love you too."
The call ended and Michael went to plug his phone into the wall to pretend he was doing something as the bathroom door opened. He casually looked over to see Alex standing there, damp and surrounded in a cloud of steam as he had a towel wrapped around his hips.
And Michael was fucked.
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Summer Storms
You and Sebastian are moving in together, finally, but are forced to face a childhood trauma that you were hiding from him.
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It was a childish fear and you knew it. Of all things to be scared of at the age of 23, storms shouldn’t have been one of them. But it was. You were absolutely terrified of them. And it really didn’t interfere much with your daily life except in the warm, Georgia summers that were a potential breeding ground for tornadoes and the lightning storms that shook the ground. You weren’t even really there during storm season; you were always back in L.A. or New York. This summer, though, there was no escaping. You were shooting in Atlanta from June until August, and you were with your boyfriend, Sebastian, in the new house you were fixing up that for some reason didn’t have a basement for storms.
“I think it’s supposed to storm later, we should move the cars into the garage,” he said as he walked in carrying two gallons of paint, one in each hand. He was re-painting the kitchen cabinets and had just gone to Home Depot at 8 AM on a Saturday. You shrugged it off, hoping the storm wouldn’t be too bad.
“Yeah, sure, just give me the keys and I’ll do it,” you volunteered. Your plan was to be alone for most of the day, to shut yourself in the office or organize the bedroom or something to keep your mind off of the fact that there was a tornado warning later. You hadn’t told Sebastian about your fear, even in a game of truth or dare when you’d been dared to disclose your biggest fear. You’d lied and said it was cicadas, which wasn’t too far off base. Basically, you were scared of summer in any southern state.
Sebastian handed you the keys to the cars and you went out to move each one into the garage, ignoring the wind that was starting to pick up. The old house’s wind chimes were loud and proud on the back porch, and you just tried to ignore them. You’d begged Sebastian to get rid of them, but he said they added character, so you kept them. He wasn’t wrong. You just hated hearing how bad the wind was. It started pouring just as you pulled his car into the garage, and you had to run back inside.
“Well, now that you can’t go work in the garden, you mind helping me paint?” He asked you as you walked back in. He saw a weird look in your eye, but he knew that moving into an old house like this one was overwhelming. He didn’t think anything of it.
“Yeah, sure.” You wanted to be alone, but maybe being with him during a storm would be good. You could concentrate on him and the painting instead of the howling wind.
“You can grab a t-shirt from the dresser if you want, I brought some old stuff to paint in.” You nodded and walked across the squeaky hardwood floors into the bedroom that the two of you shared. You held your hand to your mouth when a particularly bad rumble of thunder rolled over the house so you wouldn’t squeal, and after waiting ten seconds for the lightning to hit somewhere else you were walking back into the other room.
Sebastian put on his playlist of 80’s music almost as loud as it could go, watching you as you sat down on the big tarp and started getting out the paint rollers. For a while, you were able to forget about the storm. He would tell you a dumb story or a stupid joke and you would laugh, or you would sing to Mighty Wings or something. But the storm kept getting worse, and you kept getting more and more uptight.
“You okay?” He asked. You had looked over at your phone to see that the storm was really getting bad, even though you’d avoided looking out of the windows on either side of you. “Alexa, turn down the music!”
“I’m fine,” you lied. Another clap of thunder hit, and lightning right after. It was close. Too close for comfort.
“What, you don’t like storms or something?”
“It’s dumb,” you shrugged. “But I’m looking at the radar and it’s saying there’s a tornado watch, so maybe…” You were interrupted by what sounded like it was in the backyard, even though you knew it wasn’t. “Jesus Christ.”
“You’re literally shaking. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine.” You dipped the roller back in paint and continued painting, looking for any spot you’d missed to take your mind off of what felt like your impending doom. He kept you talking, just about stupid things, because he saw that you were actually freaked out. Another few minutes later both of your phones chimed with weather alerts. Sebastian’s eyes widened.
“Okay, it is getting pretty bad.” He wiped his phone on his t-shirt. “I’m gonna go shower off and then maybe…”
“You’re not supposed to shower in a storm,” you pointed out. He looked at you a little funny. They must not get bad ones up in New York because he’d obviously never heard that before.
“That’s just an old wives’ tail, babe. It’s fine. You can come with me if you want.”
“Sebastian, I’m not having-” You were cut off by another loud clap of thunder. “Jesus Christ.” Just as you spoke, the lights flickered. You put the roller in the paint tray, sighing, and got up. You walked into the bedroom and got a blanket, went to his tool box and got out a flashlight, and sighed.
“What are you doing?”
“Going to the safe place. If I’m right, they’re going to tell us to in a few seconds.” Sure enough, his phone lit up again. “Don’t open the fridge. If the power goes out we have a full day before stuff starts to go bad as long as we don’t open the fridge.” Sebastian smiled a little.
“How do you know so much about storms?”
“Where am I from?”
“Kansas?” He asked. You nodded. You went to the weird walk-in linen closet in the hallway, opening the blanket up, and sat down. “Maybe we won’t get blown into Oz,” he said as he sat down beside you. He was obviously joking, but it didn’t sit right with you.
“How about we not joke about getting blown away when we’re in a house with no basement?” Your voice was literally the only sound in the house for a minute. You jumped when Sebasatian’s arm went around your back and pulled you close to him. It took him a minute, but he finally realized, and when he did his eyes widened up.
“Are you scared of storms?”
“Yeah,” you admitted. “It’s stupid and childish and… But I’m afraid of them, okay? It’s part of the unresolved childhood trauma that we haven’t talked about yet.” You were half joking, half not. He’d told you a lot about his childhood, but he didn’t know much about you. Just that you escaped and went to the city after high school and kept auditioning until you got the job with Marvel four years ago, where you’d met. You’d only been together for a year and a half, so the conversation hadn’t really come up yet.
“What do you mean? Babe, you could’ve told me earlier, and…”
“I never told you how my uncle died, did I?” You looked over at him and he shook his head.
“No, you didn’t. You just said…” You sighed and cuddled a little closer as the storm kept rolling through. The cell was right over the neighborhood, but the weather app had said it wasn’t going to turn into a tornado. Thankfully. Now that he knew you were scared he held you a little tighter, even though he was uncomfortable with his back against the linen shelf.
“They said it wasn’t going to turn into a tornado and it did. He didn’t get to the shelter fast enough because he was trying to get the cat. A piece of the roof collapsed on him and he died. Nobody found him for two days because everyone else’s house was wrecked. That’s why my family ended up moving, because the house was just destroyed.” Your eyes were filling with tears. “That’s why I’m scared, okay? I’m just scared of how fast it is. It’s like a train whistle just coming at you and it’s so loud and you don’t even know how long it’s going on because it feels like forever. And then you just have to hope it doesn’t pick your house over the neighbor’s.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were so freaked out?” The power cut off and Sebastian looked around, but you were used to the power getting cut by storms at that point. The house popped and settled as the air conditioning turned off. “I would’ve…”
“I thought it was dumb and childish to still be afraid of something that happens all the time. And it never came up because we’ve never lived here before together in the summer.” He ran a hand through your hair.
“It’s not stupid. It’s real and you’re allowed to be scared of something like that. Especially if it literally killed your family. Don’t ever think that’s stupid, babe, ‘cause it’s not.” You nodded, still not wanting to look up at him. “Any idea how long the power will be out for?”
“Mine’s been out for ten minutes. It’s been out for three days. We just have to report it with the power company online.” He nodded.
“Well, it sounds like it’s blowing over now. I’m gonna go get some candles and another flashlight, okay? Just stay here.” He released you and started making trips around the house, pausing whenever thunder came. He came back with two pillows on one trip, then a board game on another, and then another blanket for you to sit on. You set them up in the hallway against the wall, knowing it was okay to come out of your shelter at that point, and waited for him to come back. He came back with a bag of your favorite chips and a bottle of water that hadn’t been in the fridge. You had reported the outage and the power company said it could be out all night, but it could come back in an hour.
“Is this distracting enough for you?” He said as he sat down with a lighter. He lit candles surrounding the two of you and sat across from you, taking off his shirt because the house was probably eighty-something without the air on. And he opened up the board game he’d gotten out to keep you entertained.
“A little.” You let him deal out the cards and started playing the game with him, listening as the storm finally passed on through. When it was far enough away, you sat back a little, releasing all of the tension in your body, and you could tell that he was smiling at it. He was just trying to get you to stay distracted until everything was over. When it finally was, he stood up.
“It’s light enough out now, I’m gonna get back to painting. You wanna join?” You nodded and he helped you up, and the two of you moved all of the candles onto the kitchen floor. The power eventually came back on, but another storm rolled through that night. That time it was just a storm, though, and Sebastian was holding you so tightly that even if it turned bad you were sure you wouldn’t blow away.
A/N: Unresolved childhood trauma for the win, am I right kids? I’m sorry it’s so short but I hope you like it!
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Take it Slow - Part Twenty-Eight
a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.
Warnings: TW- Mention of past abuse. Smut.
Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)
Your day with Harry was nice. You got in and out of Walmart as soon as you could so you could get back home to love on each other. You lost track of how many times you made each other come. You weren’t sure what came over him, or what came over you really. Maybe you both were trying to get five days’ worth of pleasure in before your period came.
Right on cue, you got your period Monday morning. You were fully prepared, so no waking up to a crime scene or embarrassment. Your body felt tired from your day of being worked over repeatedly. Harry knew you were getting close to being ready for him. The fact you let him rub his tip against you, even if it was just your clit, made him so happy. He knew you wanted him badly.
You wore your hair down and wavy, and made sure to wear a scarf with your outfit. There was one love bite you had to put some makeup over to cover up, it was just too high up to cover. You felt like the makeup just made it more obvious, but your hair would cover the rest. If anything, you could just tell anyone who asked it was from your curling iron. A lame excuse, but a viable one.
When you walk out of the bathroom, you see Harry sitting up on his laptop. He was starting to edit the photos he took of your family.
“Can I get a peak?” You ask walking to him. He smiles at you and shows you his screen. “Oh, Harry they’re going to love these. I can’t believe these were taken in their living room.”
“Thanks babe. I’m excited to get these over to them.” He looks at the time on his computer and sighs. “I need to shower before I leave for work.” He gets up and stretches. “How’s aunt flow, she show up yet?”
“Yes.” You groan. He gives your lower stomach a little pat, and gives you a kiss on the cheek. “Will I see you tonight?” He raises an eyebrow at you, as if you’ve offended him.
“Course.”
“Well, I didn’t know. We barely saw each other last week.”
“I’m caught up on a lot, won’t be as busy, love.”
“Alright. Well, we didn’t go grocery shopping yesterday.” You blush.
“Don’t know how we could’ve forgotten.” He says facetiously.
“I’d like to go to the gym after work, and then I can stop quickly to pick something up.”
“I can go grocery shoppin’.”
“You’d have time?”
“Sure. S’not a big deal, I know what we both like to eat.” He yawns.
You give him a little hug and a quick kiss in appreciation.
“Have a good day.” He says, patting your bum as you leave.
“You too!”
//
Around ten in the morning, Niall comes bursting into your office and closes the door behind him.
“They’re makin’ me the director!” You stand up and run into his arms. “And, and they’re makin’ you the associate director!” You both jump up and down giddy while hugging. He lets go of you and furrows his brows. “How dare you keep a secret like that from me.”
“They told me not to tell you! You have to apply for your position.”
“I know, but I’m sure to get it. And you! Congratulations!”
“Same to you! Can you believe they’re going to pay for grad school?”
“This is seriously the best place to work. I’m over the moon. We need to find a night to celebrate.”
“Yes yes yes! Hmm, I’m not really free this weekend, it’s my uncle’s Hanukkah party.”
“Is that Saturday?”
“Mhm.”
“How about Friday night? We could just do somethin’ simple.”
“Why don’t we have like a movie night or something? Been ages since we did something like that. We could have wine and junk food.”
“Ooo, I like that idea. How about Friday night then?”
“That should work, I can check with Harry.” You two hug again. You let go of him when you feel like you’re getting kicked in the stomach. “Shit.” You clutch at your stomach and walk over to your desk, and open the drawer where you keep ibuprofen.
“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me.” He rolls his eyes.
“What? A girl can’t pop pills in her own office anymore?” He laughs.
“No, you and Sarah are on the same cycle.”
“Still? That’s funny.”
“Great, so Harry and I will be with two women who have their periods at the same time on Friday, wonderful.”
“Oh stop, should be done by then.”
“How about you and I go out for lunch today, as a little pre-celebration?”
“Love the way you think.”
//
You enjoy a good session at the gym. You did mostly weights standing up, and got on the treadmill for a quick run. You didn’t love working out on your period, but it helped with the cramps. It was starting to get really cold out, but you hated putting all of your warm clothes on after sweating. As you sat down to wipe your neck and chest with a small towel, you noticed a couple people looking at you. You had completely forgotten that with your hair up, and a loose tank top on, all of your love bites were visible. You tried to ignore it, but an older woman sat down next to you to change her shoes.
“You really shouldn’t let someone do that to you.” She says.
“Pardon?”
“Your neck.” She points to one of the marks. “I’ve seen you around here, I’ve seen you with those before, but never quite so dark.”
“Oh…Um, it was just from-“
“Those are not from a curling iron.” She scoffs. “My teenage daughter says the same thing to me. That looks borderline abusive honey.” You stand up, feeling a pit of rage come over you. This woman picked the wrong day to fuck with you.
“Excuse me, but my boyfriend is not abusive.” She stands up.
“Listen, if you don’t feel safe to speak up-“
“I’ve been abused before, so I think I would know the difference between someone intentionally trying to hurt me, and someone simply biting me.” You gather up all your things. “And I’ll have you know, I enjoy it, so why don’t you mind your own damn business. Worry about whoever your daughter is fucking, okay?”
You storm out of the gym, leaving the woman stunned. How dare a stranger come up to you like that, even if she meant well. You drove home, and couldn’t wait to change into some loose sweats, and see Harry. You smiled at the thought of him being in your apartment when you got there.
When you keyed in you smelled something delicious coming from the kitchen. You saw him at your stove, making some pasta and veggies.
“Hey babe.” You smile.
“Evenin’.” He smiles back. “Dinner’s just about ready.”
“How much I owe you for the groceries?” You ask, taking out your wallet. He scoffs. “Harry.”
“It wasn’t expensive, don’t worry about it.” You go to stand behind him and stick your hand in his back pocket, taking his wallet out. “Oi! What do you think you’re doin’?”
“I am putting some money in here.” You take forty dollars out of your wallet, and open his up.
“You don’t have to, and it wasn’t that much.”
“Harry, you are not…” Your voice trails off when you open his wallet. The picture of you Harry from your weekend away was in there. It was the one of you two laughing. “You had this made into a wallet size?” You look at him with loving eyes. His face was beat red.
“Um…yeah.” He runs a hand through his hair. You hand his wallet back to him, and he shoves it into his pocket.
“Do you have more? I’d like one for mine too.”
“I could print one for you, yeah.” He coughs. “Dinner’s just about ready.”
“I’m just gonna go change.”
You peel off your sweaty clothes, and run over your body with a hot wash cloth quick. Then you throw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Harry squints at your shirt when you come out.
“What?”
“Are you seriously wearing a Jonas Brothers concert shirt?” You look down at yourself. You didn’t really think about what you had put on.
“Well…yeah. I saw them this summer when they came around for their Happiness Begins tour. It was amazing, the girls and I went. I hadn’t seen them since 2010. They really put on a good show.” You shrug, and sit down at the table where your plate of food was waiting for you.
“You really have a variety of music taste, don’t you?” He chuckles, sitting down as well.
“I guess so. We mostly went for nostalgic purposes. I was living, it was so much fun to actually get drunk at a Jonas Brothers concert.” You take a bite of food. “Mm, so good Harry, thank you.”
“So which one is your favorite?”
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone has a favorite brother, which one’s yours?” You point to Joe Jonas, who is in the middle of the shirt. “Which one’s he?”
“Joe.” You swoon.
“Why’s he your favorite?”
“He’s just a really good front man.” You shrug. “I also think he has a better voice than Nick, I mean, it’s like butter. I saw his group DNCE live a couple years ago, and they were so good. He sounds better by himself.” You laugh. “But I’m glad they’re back together. It like, gave me hope in a weird way.”
“Hope?”
“Yeah, when I heard they got back together it was one of the first time I felt overjoyed about something. And they all just looked so happy. It was a great way to start off 2019.”
“Sarah, Rachel, and Kate…you didn’t know of them from high school right?”
“Nope. Only met in college.”
“Do you have any friends from high school you still talk to?”
“A couple here and there. I have one childhood best friend that it’s easy to pick up with when we get together. I had a very small group of friends in high school. I sort of jumped around from different friend groups too. I didn’t really find my people until I went to college. What about you?”
“Yeah, I’ve got some mates back home I’m still close with. Try to face time once in a while. I suppose that Lou and Niall are my best mates though.”
“Maybe after we get back from our trip we could find some time to go see Louis and Eleanor.” He gives you a half smile. “I can keep her preoccupied while the two of you catch up.” You giggle.
“She’s really not that bad, I just don’t like competin’ with people for attention.” Niall was right, Harry is a bit clingy. “But yeah, we could plan somethin’ for after we get back.”
//
Tuesday after work, you had your appointment with Dr. Mara. You had a lot to tell her.
“That’s wonderful news about your job!”
“Thanks, I’m so excited. I think I’ve narrowed it down to two different schools. If I can get this figured out soon, I could enroll for the spring semester.”
“How do you think your stress load will be? Adding something on like that?”
“Well, I’d really only be able to take one or two classes a semester. One school has these great eight week courses. I’m going to speak with my supervisor this week to see what she thinks.”
“What did Harry say when you told him?”
“He was over the moon! He said he was really proud of me, he even took me out to celebrate. He’s very supportive of my career.”
“That’s great. How long have you two been together now?”
“Four months now.” You smile. “It’s been amazing. Not all of it has been perfect, but nothing ever is. There’s so much that’s good between us.”
“Speaking of that, anything new with him you’d like to tell me?”
“Um…I had a trigger recently, a week or so ago.”
“I see, what happened?”
“I was…um…well…” You were used to talking to her about all of these things, but it always took you a minute to find the words. “I was pleasuring him, and my hair was up in this ponytail, and he, well, he yanked me by that hair and he did it a little too hard. And…”
“You saw Jake…” She frowns.
“Not so much that I saw him, but I had flashes to his hands pulling my hair harshly. I ended up biting down on Harry.”
“Did you tell him what happened?”
“Yes, he was very understanding. I was shaken up, but I was fine afterwards.”
“Anything happen since then?”
“No…I feel like I’m getting closer with him. I let him rub his tip against me.” You look away. “Only on my...well...you know, so not all over me, but it didn’t scare me.”
“That’s very good. Did he ask you to do this, or did you initiate?”
“I initiated. I’ve found myself wanting him more and more, but I’m still terrified. I mean, I didn’t even know him pulling my hair was going to trigger me like that. What if we’re doing it, and he jerks the wrong way, or hits too hard by accident?”
“You can think of these what ifs and keep scaring yourself, or you could do what you’ve been doing and just let things happen as they happen. You’ve made a tremendous amount of progress. The truth is, you may not know what’s going to set you off, but I think as long as you two talk it through together, you should be fine.”
“I just feel like talking the whole time takes the heat out of it. Is this okay? How does that feel? Doing alright?” You mimic his accent. “I love that he checks in with me, but I also don’t want him to feel like he’s going to hurt me.”
“Just tell him you’ll let him know if you don’t like something.”
“I do! But he still checks in with me, he gets this worried look on his face every time I make a sound he hasn’t heard before. I feel terrible. I’d rather he be more cautious and careful than not, but…” You sigh. She nods in understanding. “I think I just get frustrated because I just wish I could go back to the way I was before. When I’m with Harry, I feel that way, and then these things happen. And I know he’s frustrated too…”
“How can you tell?” You take the scarf away from around your neck. She gasps. “Christ, he isn’t hurting you is he?”
“No, it’s nothing like that. They look a lot worse than they feel.” You give a small laugh. “But I can tell he does it harder when he’s…trying not to show how frustrated he is. I think it’s a way for him to release some tension.”
“And you just let him do this? In such visible areas?”
“Well, I talked with him about it and he said he’d try to be more careful…he did say something interesting though.”
“Interesting how?”
“When we were talking about it, he said if he didn’t do it here.” You point to your neck. “Then how were other people supposed to know I had a boyfriend…”
“How did it make you feel when he said something like that to you?” Your cheeks heat up.
“Um…well, I sort of liked it. You don’t think it’s possessive do you?”
“Does he talk to you like that often?”
“Not really, once in a while he’ll say something sort of flirty in that context.”
“Hm.” She pauses, clearly thinking over what she’s going to say to you. “Have you and Harry ever discussed what you like or don’t like during sex?”
“I’m not sure I know what you’re getting at…”
“Kinks, has Harry ever talked to you about his kinks in the bedroom?”
“Not really…I mean the biting is definitely one of them.”
“That, the hair pulling.”
“He more so likes it when I pull his hair.”
“I think this is something you two should discuss. It seems he may be into some things…that may be a little more aggressive, which is fine, but you’ll sort of want to be prepared.”
“It’s not like he’s into BDSM Dr. Mara.”
“He could be. How do you know? You haven’t discussed it. He could easily be holding a lot back because he wants to make sure you’re alright.”
//
You drove home wrapping your head around everything Dr. Mara said. She could easily be right, all of the signs point to Harry being a little kinky…although you weren’t sure how to bring something like that up. You two usually just discovered what the other liked while you were doing it. But if you were going to have sex with him soon, you needed to know ahead of time what he might do to you.
Harry was watching TV when you walked in. He was wrapped in a blanket, laying down. He sat up when you came in. You walk over and kiss him on the cheek.
“Hi love. There’s some leftovers in the fridge.”
“Thanks, I’m not super hungry right now.” You yawn. You usually didn’t feel hungry after therapy. “Maybe later, but thanks for making something.”
“How was your session?” He asks, adjusting himself to lay his head in your lap. You run your hands through his soft hair.
“Good.”
“That’s it?” He looks up at you.
“She was, um, concerned about my neck.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure really.” You didn’t like lying to him, but you didn’t really feel like having the conversation in that moment. “She just pointed it out, a couple people have actually.” Harry sits up to look at you.
“What people?”
“This random woman at the gym last night…she usually goes around the same time. She was like you shouldn’t let someone do that to you, and all this other shit.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He puts a hand on your thigh.
“I don’t know…because I don’t want you to stop doing it. I like it.” You groan. “Just wish they were better accepted in society. I mean, it really is just a way to show affection.” You look at him for a moment. “Does anyone ever say anything to you?”
“Not really…you don’t bite me as hard as I bite you. It’s already healed up.” He reaches his thumb up to run over one of the spots on your neck. “Guess I should take a break from this spot.”
“Why do you like to bite so hard?”
“Don’t know really, I don’t think I realize how hard I’m doin’ it.” He shrugs. You squint at him, not really believing that’s the whole truth.
“I think you do realize. I can tell, depending on how hot and heavy we’re going at it.” Harry was starting to sweat. “It’s okay if you have a reason, I’m not mad…curious mostly.”
“You really wanna know?”
“Please, enlighten me.”
“Turns me on when I see your skin turn that dark purple.” He says matter of factly.
“Why?” You say blushing. He doesn’t answer at first. He runs a hand through his hair.
“I don’t know.”
“Harry.” You smile and put a hand on his knee.
“I really don’t! Just somethin’ I like doin’. Can’t really explain it.”
“Do you think it’s an, um, territory thing? You said the other day, like, how would everyone know I had a boyfriend.”
“I was just jokin’ when I said that. I’m not a possessive guy.”
“I don’t think possession and territory mean the same thing in this instance. Like, you’re marking your territory so everyone knows they can’t have me.”
“That doesn’t sound possessive to you?”
“No? It’s not like you’re controlling me. Like, I think if you were possessive, like, oh! Like, over the weekend, if you were possessive, you either would have told Rachel to leave, or you would have stayed to hang out with us, and wouldn’t have allowed me to see my friend.”
“So, you’re okay with me marking my territory?” You felt your pulse rising. Earlier, you weren’t sure how you felt about it. But now that you two were talking about it, it did sort of turn you on.
“Yes.” He leans forward to kiss you, but you press your hands against him. “But, we need to cool it with how visible these are for a couple weeks. We see my family Saturday, and then a week after that we head to England. I am not meeting your mother with a giant, purple hickey on my neck, I’m just not.”
“Okay, but you’re gonna have to let me do it somewhere else then.”
“As long as it’s somewhere discrete, that’s fine with me.”
Harry’s shit eating grin grew over his face. He scoops you up, and carries you to the bedroom. You giggle as he puts you down on the bed.
“Take your clothes off.” He stands and waits for you to undress. You suddenly remember your period.
“Babe, I have to leave my underwear on. In fact, let me just put some shorts on.” You throw on a pair of cotton shorts. “Aunt Flow’s here, remember?” He nods yes.
He walks around your half-naked body. “Hmmm.” You feel goosebumps raise all over you.
Harry wraps his arms around you from behind, holding you in place as he sucks on the top of your left shoulder. You shiver as his teeth slowly sink into you, sucking the skin into his mouth. He lets go of it, and you hear a pop come from his lips. He moves to the back of your right shoulder blade, and does the same exact thing, leaving a nice purple bruise behind. A loud groan escapes. One of his hands slides down to your stomach, and you feel his smile against you.
“Feels that good, huh?”
“You know it does.” You say blushing.
“So I can keep going then?”
“Yes.”
“Lay down on the bed.” He watches you get on the bed as he takes his shirt off. He smirks at you. “Ass up, please.” You blush and flip over.
He climbs on top of you, and leaves gentle kisses on your shoulders and neck. His kisses move down your back, and takes the skin on your lower back just above your ass cheek between his teeth. You gasp as he bites down hard and sucks on the skin.
“Doin’ okay?”
“Yes.”
His hands reach your hips, and flips you over. He gazes at your body, not sure where he should start first.
“What are you going to do to me, Harry?” You seemed so innocent in this moment, it was a massive turn on for him.
“Just gonna kiss ya all over, you okay with that?” He coos. You nod your head yes.
He kisses you on the lips, and runs his thumb over one of the marks that already exists on your neck. He kisses down to your chest. He takes the skin just above your best between your teeth and sucks hard. Your hands grasp at the sheets. You didn’t realize you loved the sensation quite so much. Maybe it was just because it was Harry doing it, and you knew he liked it.
He sucked on both of your nipples pretty hard, and worked his way down your stomach. He nipped at the skin just above your hips, paying equal attention to each one. He spreads your legs, and sinks his teeth into your inner left thigh. Your breath hitches when you hear the popping noise as he lets go.
Harry looks up at you, and scans over your body. He’s extremely happy with his work. You had nice purple splotches all over your body. His lips were swollen and a shade of raspberry.
“What do you think?” He asks. You lean up on your elbows and scan over yourself. “Your body was the perfect canvas for my art.” You giggle at his joke.
“Well…I have to say, looks pretty good on me.” You lick your lips. You wished you didn’t have your period, you wanted his mouth back on you so bad.
You give him a devious smile. He raises an eyebrow at you.
“What?”
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OC Character Ask
Tagged by @nyanberri! I have too many OCs to choose from so I’ll uhhh just take Lexy/Lexie/Lexi I guess bc she’s my KH OC and I’ve met you through KH. and bc I need to flesh her out more Putting it under a cut for length and some KH spoilers until like KH3-ish
Tagging @silverfeathers to do it too :3
1. Do they have a morning routine that they do to get ready for the day? What about a night routine?
Aside from the standard get dressed, brush teeth, etc, not really.
2. Is there anything specific that they need before they go to bed? A night light? Warm milk? Maybe a story?
She didn’t before, but after she and her family got attacked by Shadows, she started writing a journal each night, and some nights she needs a night light.
3. Do they have a skin care routine? If so is it long or short?
Not really skin care, but she’s tried out a lot of scar creams. I’d put more info but all google gives me is “How to get rid of scars” and not “How to make sure they don’t feel uncomfortable”
4. Do they like tight clothes or loose clothes?
Either is fine as long as it’s colorful, she’s basically a walking rainbow.
5. What is their favorite color?
Do you have to make her choose...? I guess if she has to, she likes dark blue, the sky just after sunset. Or the red of Axel’s hair and the black of his coat
6. What kind of stuff do they dream about? What do they have nightmares about?
Most of her dreams are those weird dreams that make you go “????” but when you think a bit you can easily decipher which happenings during the day caused what part of the dream. Nightmares, though, usually have to do with her or people she cares about getting cornered by a hulking black mass with piercing yellow eyes.
7. Do they have any special talents? Singing? Dancing? Playing an instrument?
Well it’s definitely not playing poker, Lexi can’t do a pokerface to save her life lmao. She’s gotten a little bit of training with different weapons, but not much, like, Sora’s experience with wooden swords was probably better than what she can do at the start of her journey.
8. Are they active? If so what do they do? Workout? Play a sport?
She’s gotten Axel, Demyx, Roxas, and Xion to teach her a little bit of fighting cringe is dead my OC is friends with half the Org deal with it but not a lot tbh, especially since it’s several different fighting styles that she now knows the basics in, but none she’s actually good at.
9. What is something that they are really passionate about?
“Listen Nobodies DO have emotions, I HAVE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH THEM FOR AGES, EVEN THEY REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT because they’re all IDIOTS, but trust me I know that!”
10. Do they ever have a self care or 'me’ day? If so, what do they do?
Lexy is a total extrovert and loves company, so a “me” day usually still involves hanging out with other people. Maybe if she really just wants to relax, hanging out with Demyx specifically and listen to him play the sitar.
11. What’s something they’re secretly really insecure about? Is it something physical or maybe something related to who they are or what they identify as?
Her non-existent fighting skills. Lexie kinda-sorta joins Sora’s group for the timeline of KH2, and she tries but especially at the start she’s just... Not good at it. And if she faces Shadow Heartless she has almost no chance because she tends to freeze up then. She does get better at fighting over time though.
12. Have they ever dated? If so, how did their last relationship end?
She’s probably had a few dates as a teen, maybe a partner, but nothing too serious. She’s (with almost no success) trying to hide that she’s got a crush on Axel/Lea, and they finally get together around DDD.
13. Do they care about quality or quantity with their work?
When it’s for friends, quality, otherwise she’s kinda just “eh, good enough” for stuff.
14. What is their favorite scent?
The smell of a campfire. Heat in general is nice (hot water smells different than cold water I swear), but campfires especially.
15. What is their favorite genre of music?
Lexi’s fine with whatever tbh, but it varies a bit on her mood. If she’s stressed or just wants to chill, she’s taken a liking to sitar music, otherwise she really likes pop.
16. What do they usually have for a midnight snack?
Nothing, usually.
17. Have they ever snapped because of what someone said or did to them? If so what happened? Do they regret it and did they apologize?
Theoretically that scene isn’t written yet, buuuut. Lexie’s best friend is Demyx. Sora is not exactly sad about killing her best friend. I’d say it’s pretty damn understandable for Lexie to get pissed off in that situation. She’s very emotional in general so probably snapped at people in general when it came to the topic of Nobodies; sometimes she’d apologize, but not always.
18. Do they have any kind of medical condition? If so what? Asthma, kidney disease, etc.
Well I’m pretty sure having her parents and almost herself killed in a Heartless attack could’ve caused PTSD, so I need to do some research on that before writing more with her.
19. Have they ever had a panic attack? If so, what caused it and how were they able to calm down?
Well, I’m pretty sure seeing the monsters who killed your parents and seeing your friends and crush killed in front of you can cause those - The Shadows moreso directly, while the friends/crush stuff usually needed a while to really hit. Like, so much happening it once, that a few hours or days afterwards it hits her all at once and she just. Curls up somewhere.
20. What are they genuinely afraid of?
Shadow Heartless, and losing people she cares about (yeah she’s gonna suffer). As for the Shadows, she knows there’s stronger and more dangerous Heartless around, but the Shadows scare her the most.
21. How organized are their living spaces? Do they keep things clean or are they disorganized?
“Damn girl you live like that?” Her room’s chaos, but somehow she always knows where stuff is.
22. If they ever had a YouTube channel, what would they make videos about?
Pretty scenery videos around Twilight Town. The view from the clock tower, pretty places in the woods around the city, etc.
23. Do they have a birthmark or any scars? If so how do they feel about them and how did they get their scars?
Lexi’s pretty much covered in scars. Her family wanted to get out of Twilight Town when the Heartless started becoming more and more, but didn’t make it all the way to the train station - Lexy’s parents got killed in the attack, and Lexy almost died. Her little sister is the only one who got away without physical damage.
24. Are they the type to start or finish fights?
Hm... Neither and both. Lexi can get worked up quickly, so arguments with her might get heated, but she usually wouldn’t start an actual fight, especially since she calms down pretty quickly, her emotions burn hot and bright but not long.
25. Do they like cuddling? If so are they a big spoon or a little spoon?
Yes.
26. Do they prefer baths or showers?
Baths, though she usually takes showers because it’s quicker.
27. How do they sleep? Do they stay in one position all night or do they toss and turn? Do they snore or talk in their sleep?
Lexi sometimes mumbles in her sleep, and she moves around a lot. That’s how you can tell she has a nightmare: She moves almost not al all when she has one.
28. How touch starved are they? Would they like a hug right now?
Technically not touch starved, but yes, she’d love a hug.
29. What are their favorite kinds of foods? Sweets, sour foods, salty, etc?
She likes all of them on occasion, but she’s especially fond of spicy food and all kinds of curry.
30. Do they still have anything from their childhood? If so what and why? A stuffed animal, a piece of jewelry, a book, etc?
She’s got a stuffed animal that belonged to her little sister, and a few of her own. Other than that a few trinkets that were gifts from friends, but most of them are too recent to be called “from her childhood”.
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So happy together part 3 (Ben Solo x Reader au)
Part 2
Note: Thanks for the likes on the last few chapters!! theres not too much ben in this one just a lot of sappy shit with ya gramps. also starting next chapter im gonna start naming them.
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A day had passed and you had heard nothing from Ben. You wondered if he was still on campus or if he was just staying with his uncle until it was time to come back. It's not that you cared, it's that something told you to be worried about the guy. He seemed so defensive. You talked to Elaine about it over the phone. She told you not to worry about him, that he was just another rich kid asshole like everyone else at the school. She also took the time to try and lure you to her house for the week. You happily informed her you wouldn't be spending Christmas alone anymore.
“See i know your grandpa wouldn't leave you hanging,” she said over the phone, “i just wish you would get over it and call your parents to see what they're doing.”
Your parents. You did try. They didn't bother to call back, not even send a text back. You didn't have the heart to tell her though.
“My parents are actually in Russia for some business so it's hard to get a hold of them, but my pop pop did say he's having people over Christmas day, you want me to see if you can come?”
“I don't think my parents will let me. We usually do our gift exchange the day after remember?”
“Shit that's right, I forgot. My bad, maybe you can still come over to his house for the exchange.”
“Yeah id love to see him again, besides I haven't seen him since the thing”
The thing being your grandma's funeral. Mama and pop pop were the idea of what love is. They met young and were together right until her last breath. You were there too. You loved them both to death. They raised you more than your actual parents did so when mama died, you were heartbroken. You stayed with pop pop about 2 weeks after. He drove you to class everyday and picked you up after. You guys spent every moment together for a month after the funeral. The day you said goodbye to her was also the last day you saw your parents. They didn't stay long. Claimed they had a flight. That's when you decided you were done trying to connect with them.
“yeah , i'm sure he misses you. You're basically his other grandchild.”
You heard someone over the phone call her name. “Hey I've gotta go, dinner time. Talk tomorrow?”
“Of course, have fun. Say hi to mom for me!”
“You know I will! Love you, bye” she shouted as she hung up.
You wondered what it was like eating dinner like a real family.
A couple days passed and it was finally Christmas eve. You woke up earlier than normal, showered, and got dressed. You played some music while you packed a bag for the night and next day. You looked out your window and saw Ben walking across campus. Probably headed to his uncle's office. You decided to ignore him and kept packing. 20 minutes later you finally get a call from your pop pop telling you he's down stairs waiting. You have a car. You know you could just drive, but you love that he still insists on getting you. You lock your dorm and run downstairs when you run into a wall you were positive was never there before.
You took a step back and saw the wall was in fact Ben. He turned around and looked at you with an unreadable face. Was he mad? Annoyed? What's with this dude in the first place? He opened his mouth to say something before he shook his head and walked off. After the awkward encounter you skipped out the doors and over to the old truck you were all too familiar with. To put it lightly your family was loaded. Your pop pop especially, but he still found it wasteful to buy a new car when he has one that still works. Even though he's had it since your dad was a kid.
You threw your bag in the bed and swung the door open.
“Hello there,” you heard your grandpa say. It was his classic greeting.”I've been looking forward to this since our conversation on the phone.”
You got in the truck and slid towards him to give him a hug. You always loved his hugs. They were warm and comforting, and made you feel at home. You look at him and notice his hair was a bit longer than when you last saw him. He usually kept it short and simple.
“I missed you so much.” you say as you two separate.
“We saw each other last month.”
“I know but that's too long to go without seeing you.”
“I know it is my dear, but hurry and get your seat belt on. I've got treats waiting for you at the house.”
You quickly put your buckled up on and looked out the window. That's when you caught another glimpse of Ben. He was walking again, looking at you in the truck. You give him a smile and wave goodbye. He stared at you, as if he was wondering what was wrong with you. Then he looked at the ground and continued walking. That's okay though, it didn't get to you. Almost nothing bothers you when you're with your grandpa.
The entire ride to his house you guys listened to his old country music. Country wasn't exactly your vibe, but the old CDs in the glove compartments, and his favorite radio station were your entire childhood. You sang along with him as you approached the woods where his house was. Even though they were always business savvy, and spent their time in the city, your grandparents were country folk at heart. They had a condo in the city that they always stayed at from time to time when they had a lot to do in the city, but how for them was the house in the woods. They both took part in designing the whole house. They wanted it to be their perfect home.a place to raise their kids, retire, and take care of their family. It wasn't small, but it wasn't unnecessarily massive like your house was. It was 3 stories, had 5 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. It had a cute little den for your grandparents when it was just them, a bigger living room for when they had company, and a beautiful dining room. It had a long elegant table and the whole room was nothing but windows looking out towards the hills and forest. It was your favorite part of the house.
He pulled into the driveway and stopped the car. He got out of the car and rushed over to open the door for you. You stepped out and grabbed your bag from the bed of the truck while he went to open the house. You stopped for a second to take in your surroundings. You listened to the sounds of the trees moving as the wind blew, you heard the animals calling out to each other. You saw the trees sway above the house, and watched the bird fly back and forth between their nests and the ground. You walked to the front door after your grandpa, and headed upstairs to the guest bedroom. You set your stuff down, dug out some pjs, and changed. After that you stopped by a photo of mama in the hallway. You looked at it remembering how beautiful and angelic she was. After a moment you headed back down stairs to see what was planned for the night.
“Pjs already? You don't waste a single second young lady.” he said as he pulled out pots and pans,”so here's the plan for tonight. We are going to make a super special pancake breakfast, then we're going to watch movies and bake cookies, then for dinner have ingredients for homemade pizza, and we can do presents after my final surprise.”
“Sounds like the things needed for the best Christmas ever,” you exclaimed, “have you heard from mother or father lately?”
“Last i spoke to them they were packing for a trip. I do wish they would come spend the holidays with us. Your aunt and cousin are on vacation with your uncle's side of the family, so they won't even be able to come”
“We don't need 'em anyways,” you say playfully, “cause we're already having a better time than them.”
The day went by fast. Faster than you would have liked it to. Your cookies came out great, although the last batch was a bit burnt. He had bought all your favorite toppings for the pizza too. You guys spent most of the day watching the movies on the little TV he kept on the kitchen table. You funneled through all the classics before it got dark.
“Okay so gifts, who's going first?” he asked as you two munched on cookies in the den.
“Let me give you yours first,” you said as you stood up and made your way upstairs.
You opened your bag and dug to the bottom when a flat gift wrapped in regular brown paper was laying. You grabbed it and held it close as you ran back downstairs.
“It's not too big. I hope you don't mind,” you handed it over to him.
He tore into it with a big smile and looked down at it. His smile dropped as he gazed in awe at it. You had saved up for 2 months to get this for him. It took a lot of money, but it was worth it. He always had a favorite painting of mama when she was younger. He loved it so much, it was the photo he chose to display at her funeral. She was done up pretty formally. Had her make up, and hair done, and was wearing the most beautiful jewelry you could imagine. I had recreated the painting for him but with me in it. I had gotten every little detail, even down to the small beauty mark under her left eye.
“ you're even more beautiful than her.” he said as tears welled up in his eyes. You were glad he liked it.
He placed it down and got up to hug you. You stayed in each others arms and quietly talked about how much you both missed her. After the tear fest was over he pulled an envelope out of his pocket. He sat down and handed it over to you.
“It's not nearly as good as this was, but it'll have to do.” you gently took the envelope from his hands and opened it. Inside were two plane tickets. You looked at the destination.
“Italy?”
“Yes I asked Luke and he told me when spring break was so I could plan accordingly,” he said as he searched for a place to put the small painting.”You and I will be spending the week in Italy, seeing what the city has to offer. Were going to explore Florence so we can see all the amazing art in the city, the Venice, Rome and finally Milan”
Italy was always your dream. It was a beautiful country filled with art, fashion, culture, and history. You adored fashion and art above anything else. He chose the perfect gift. After you helped him find a spot for the painting you hugged him tight. Believe it or not as rich as you were you had never been out of the country. You always figured it was something to do later in life. Now you can actually experience it.
“Now for my final surprise, follow me.” he walked out of the den and towards the dining room. You followed after wondering what was up. As you walked into the dining room you noticed he had added curtains along the giant windows. You could tell it was to hide whatever he had waiting outside for you. He opened the door leading to the backyard and motioned for you to walk out. You slowly walked towards the door and stepped outside. Sitting in the middle of the yard was a large tent with little lanterns sitting outside of it.
“We used to do this all the time when you were a child. I thought it'd be a nice comfort to do it again.” the memories hit you all at once. Every weekend your nanny would drop you off at their house. You, mama, and pop pop would camp out in the backyard. You would all roast marshmallows, while the sound of their old country records played from inside the house. You all would gather the blankets from the house and lay them out in the tent as cushions to protect you from the cold harsh ground. Every morning the sun would shine through the tent waking you up and you would shake your grandparents awake so you could all watch it rise together.
You didn't realize that tears were falling down your face until he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving you a good squeeze. You wiped the tears from your cheeks and you turned to hug him. The tears continued to fall when it occurred to you. Nobody could ever love you this much. Not as much as they always did. Nobody would do little things like this to make you happy. Mama was already gone. What were you going to do when pop pop was gone too.
“I love you,” you said sniffling, as you withdraw yourself from the hug, “I love this.”
He wiped the tears away and looked like he was going to cry himself, “I love you too my dear.”
You made your way towards the tent and unzipped the opening. It was exactly how you remember it. All the blankets were spread out. He had included pillows too, and you even noticed an old princess pillow you had left here once when you were a kid. You crawled in and felt at home. He crawled in after and sat down with a grunt.
“I suppose my old body isn't what it used to be.” he huffed out as he pulled a blanket over himself. You two stayed up talking. He told you about everything happening at his company. If you were quite honest you still weren't sure what he did for a living. What type of company did he run? It was something to do with weapons of some sort. It didn't matter though, you still listened. He asked about classes, and he even asked about how Elaine was doing. You seized the opportunity to ask if she could come over the day after Christmas to spend time with you guys, and of course he said yes. You also told him about the friendship you apparently had with Hux, even he was shocked by the news of your friendship. The town you lived in was fairly small, there were 4 main families that dominated and worked together. The Skywalker Family, the Hux family, the Palpatines, and your family, the Kenobis. The Hux family was known best for how professional and uptight they were, your father's words not yours.
It felt like you two had spoken for an eternity before you eventually drifted off.
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Lacuna// Teen Wolf Rewrite
Wolf Moon Part 3
Last Part
Masterlist
Pairing: Stiles x Reader (Eventually)
Warnings: awkward moments, language, underage drinking, full moon
A/N: This part is a little longer than the others, I just wanted to fit it all, instead of having two very short ones. Plussssssss, Y/E/C stands for your eye color.
The car ride was a little bit awkward. You sat in the passenger seat. Scott was in the back. You decided to break the ice a bit. “so... I met your dad last night” they both look at you confused, you stutter, “I-I was jogging in the woods when I ran into him. Told me to go back home. Why was he out there?” The memory of getting attacked flashes back to you.
“Oh, you didn’t hear. They found a body in the woods” You turn to look at him.
“Oh woah, that’s crazy. I didn’t think things happened like that around here.” You say
Stiles just replies with a drawn out “Yeahhhh” and it went back to silence. Stiles kept looking into the rear view mirror, looking back to Scott. Scott was making faces to stiles almost to like he was nudging Stiles on. After Stiles looked away and shook his head, the three of you finally pull up to your house and when you go to open the door thought popped into your head.
“I don’t know if I’m being to forward but, maybe could I have your guys’ number to hang out sometime? Maybe see if a spark is still there” You chuckle. The two boys looked at you, smiling.
You exchange phone numbers and exit the car, walking to the porch and getting your keys out to open the door.
“Yeah yeah, I know. But you never know. Maybe she’s cool. We did used to be best friends.” You head Scott say. You pull the hair over your ear, and look back at them. Focusing your hearing as they start to drive away.
“Well I don’t remember her looking like that. She’s kinda hot now.” Stiles says glancing at you. You smile, then wave, he awkwardly waves back.
“Yeah it’s called growing up” Scott replies. You see him look at you out of the window with a quizzical look, almost as if he knew you were listening.
You got into the house and started researching your symptoms. Is it contagious? Some kind of rabies? You fell asleep on your desk, tabs upon tabs open about diseases and even some about lycanthropy. What is happening to you.
You awoke the next day to your phones alarm. Papers were stuck to your face, you looked very flattering. You turned off the alarm on your phone, and saw the battery! “Ughhh, Shit!” You forgot to plug in your phone last night. You quickly plugged it in and ran out your door, on a mission to shower quickly. You almost run into your aunt on your way there “Oops! Sorry!” She just chuckles and walks back to the kitchen. You reach for the handle of the shower and rip it off! “What the…” You say quietly, fumbling trying to put it back together. Since you were running late, all you could do was gently put it on the pipe, definitely not fixed.
You aunt comes running down the hall, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She fumbles, bending down catching her breath, “They held me late today at work. You almost ready?”
You smile, still in your pajamas, then you run into your room. Forgetting about the shower entirely.
You get ready for the day. Speed dressing, because you were already behind schedule.
You got school and made it through the day, fairly easy. There was a scrimmage after school for the lacrosse team, Allison convinced you to go, and offered you a ride home after. On our way there she told you about how she ran over a dog last night and wanted to text you but she didn’t have your number. You quickly gave it to her and told her to tell you if anything like that happens again, to call you.
Allison said something about her locker and walked away, though you were too focused on the anger flowing from the halls. As you turned around a corner, you found Jackson and Scott. You dodged around the corner, hoping they didn’t see you.
“Now, you listen Mcall…” Jackson says in a low threatening voice. You turn the corner and see them, you duck around the hall hoping they didn’t see you. “You’re going to tell me exactly what it is and who you’re buying it from, because there’s no way in hell you are out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost.” You were confused, did Jackson think Scott was doing drugs.
“Oh! You mean steroids!” Scott says. “Are you on steroids?” Next think you heard was a slam on the lockers. You were about to turn and help Jackson started talking again.
“What the hell is going on with you Mcall!” Jackson yells. Making your ears ring.
“What’s going on with me!” Scott says “you really want to know! Well, so would I! Because I can see hear and smell things that I shouldn’t be able to see, hear and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I’m sleepwalking three miles in the middle of the woods, and I’m pretty much convinced that I’m totally out of my freaking mind!”
‘What…’ you stumble back, the same things are happening to him, except the whole sleepwalking thing. You had to speak to him about it. Maybe you both have the same disease.
You took a walk to clear your mind, then finally made your way to the field. All the boys were on the field huddled and jumping. You found Allison and sat with her. You really didn’t like lacrosse, it was something else. You sat zoning out and thinking about songs in your head. That is until you saw Scott start to do flips on the field, ‘what the hell’ you thought to yourself. Coach told Scott that he was first line and everybody cheered. You even cheered, happy for your childhood best friend.
You got home and began to get ready for the party. You really wanted to make this your whole debut. Your mindset of finding friends has really changed from the first day. Everyone seemed so nice and you didn’t want to go through high school as the lonely girl.
You did your makeup very glam, and did your hair nicely. Next was the outfit, oh dear the outfit. You didn’t know what to wear, you changed about 50 times. But the end product was good, maybe even a little bit too overdressed. ‘Please let this not be a jeans kinda party’. You felt a little tired, worn down, but you chucked it up to the bad night sleep.
Your aunt let you borrow the moped, it was bright yellow, super worn but cute nonetheless. It had a matching yellow helmet. It sat in the garage most of the time so this was nice, maybe she’d let you keep it.
You arrived to the party and walked through the house. You immediately felt worse, the music caused you a bit of a headache. You never feel like this, Why now? You walk through the kitchen and see a lot of people dancing outside.
“Allison!” You call. She smiled super wide and walks over.
“Oh my gosh, Y/N you look so pretty. Now I feel under dressed” she laughs and points to her clothes.
“Oh please, you fit in. I definitely don’t” talking a bit loud because of the music. “Scott hey! I didn’t see you.”
“Hey Y/n, were gonna go dance!” He yells walking away, Allison’s hand in his. She turns to look back at you.
“Call me” you mouth with your hand up to your ear like a phone. She nods and laughs turning away to follow Scott through the crowd. You’ll have to find another time to talk to Scott. You don’t wanna ruin their date.
Just as you were going back inside for some drinks you ‘literally’ run into a familiar face. “Stiles?” You laugh apologizing.
“Y/n hey! I didn’t know you were coming here.” He looks at you, quickly taking a glance at your outfit.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m overdressed…” You sigh looking down at your outfit. “The party’s I went to in Seattle were a bit different” you chuckle.
“Yeah I bet!” He smiles, that smile, made your stomach go all bubbly. Maybe you should talk to him. I bet Scott tells him everything.
“Can we talk over in the hall? Where it’s quieter, I need to ask you some questions.” You say with a serious tone. He looks at you concerned but nods anyway.
After finding a quiet place you begin to freeze. Should you tell him… you have to. What if it’s dangerous. “So… I heard Scott talking to Jackson earlier today. He said something about how he was seeing, hearing and doing things he couldn’t have before.” Stiles looked at you with wide eyes. You could hear his heartbeat rapidly increasing. “I think… I think it’s happening to me too” You say. He squints at you, then puts it together. He hits himself on the head and spins around.
“Shit! Of course! You were in the woods the same night that Scott was, did you get attacked too?” He said the last part quieter.
You gulped. “Yes, something like a bear bit me and broke my wrist. It was all healed in the morning though. I don’t understand what’s happening… I mean… I..” You began to get dizzy everything spinning. You hadn’t had that much to drink. Stiles begins to grab you.
“Y/n are you okay?” Suddenly Scott zooms past us “Scott?” Stiles puts your arm over his shoulders and makes the way towards the door to follow Scott. Scott hops in his car drives off, Allison gets in the car with someone else it was all very fuzzy.
Stiles brings you to the Jeep and begins to drive. “Y/n I’m gonna follow Scott okay! Are you okay?”
You turn to him eyes glowing white, he yelps and starts to drive faster towards Scott’s house. Your head was in your hands you were breathing heavy. “Stiles” You say low, almost a growl “pull over”. You felt like, if you didn’t get out of the car, you were gonna pounce on him.
“Pull over? We have to get to Scott’s.” He says panicking.
“Pull over…” you glance up at him. “Now!” You growl. Orange and black stripes forming on your face, eyes glowing bright white, fangs loud and clear.
“Ahh, oh god” Stiles pulls over. You immediately get out walking towards the woods. Your ears begin to curve and your claws grow out of your hands. You feel the fur grow on your jaw in the familiar striped pattern. Red, all you see is red. You run as fast as you can to the forest losing your heeled boots on the way. “Y/n!” Stiles calls out, you flinch at the sound of your name, you look back to stiles before entering the line of woods, your eyes flash back to (Y/E/C) ones. You heard a noise in the woods, and just like that you were back in kill mode.
You ran through the woods, all you wanted to do was run. Your mind coming back in waves as you begin to realize what you were doing. You hear leaves cracking around you as you look around, petrified. “Where is she” you hear some people say
“She’s safe, from you” you moved towards the people, then someone grabbed you.
“Ahh!” You screamed you managed to get down and growl at the attacker.Trying to look as threatening as possible. Teeth bared, eyes wide. You see Scott, at least it smells like Scott.
The Attacker jumps and tackles Scott. You immediately run after them. “What did you do with her!”
You stumble down the hill behind them. The strange man points to you. “Shh quiet!” There’s a pause “too late. They’re already here” he looks back at you “You, run!”
You run in an opposite direction as them, fighting all urges to get down on all fours. An arrow almost takes your head off. You look back to see men following you. Another arrow, this time you get hit in the stomach. You fly down falling on your back. You immediately get up and run as fast as you can, hands holding the arrow in your stomach. You run around a tree, leaning against it and rip out the arrow, trying to control your breathing.
You begin to focus on your hearing, trying to locate the men. “What the hell was she?” One man said. You located them about 30 feet behind you.
“We need to go, Argent will know how to deal with this” another man says. They turn and walk away from you.
‘Argent…’
Suddenly, the mysterious man from before appears in front of you. You gasp, he places his finger on your lips and mouths “be quiet”. His face inches from yours.
‘Wow, this mysterious man was a hottie.’ You thought to yourself, eyes wide. He grabs your hand and leads you somewhere, taking you to an old abandoned house.
“We will be safe here” he says and leads you into the empty cold house. He shuts the door and you slide down the wall.
“Who are you, who were they?!” You asked, still confused from earlier. Your eyes beginning to shut.
“Derek, Derek Hale” He says, “and those people, that’s a story for another time.” Laying you down on the floor. You felt like you could sleep for the rest of your life.
You awoke to the noise of revving, before even opening your eyes you felt something warm, and heavy on your shoulders. You open your eyes to see Derek. Still loopy, you chuckle. He turned to look at you. ”Good morning” he smiles a bit. “I’m bringing you back home.”
That’s all you remember, next thing you know, you’re in your bed, phone plugged in next to you alarm going off. You’re so out of it, you can barely sit up.
“Honey are you awake?” Your aunt walks in. Her look turns from happy to concerned. “Are you okay?” You nod your head
“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.” You say glancing at the time.
“Okay well, I worked a double yesterday. I think I’m going to go to bed, just take the Scooter, if you need to go anywhere.” She smiles. Softening your hair and placing a hand on your cheek before walking away.
‘What the hell happened last night’
End of episode 1!!! hopefully you’ve been liking it!
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Jealousy
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader; Peter Quill x Reader (platonic)
Style: One-shot
Warnings: Uhm, drinking, swearing, jealousy (it’s in the title), laser tag, smut: teasing, begging, possessive Bucky
Word Count: 4k
Summary: Reader’s childhood best friend, Peter Quill, comes for a visit and let’s just say Bucky is feeling a little insecure
A/N: Hi lovelies! I’m back to posting!! This one shot has been sitting in my drafts for... months and I’ve just been afraid to post it so I’m sorry for my radio silence! I hope you enjoy, I’m writing more, I have some WIPs ready to post, I’m hoping to get active and stay active!
As always, my taglist is open, just send me an ask!
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“Peter Quill as I live and breathe!” The man standing in the doorway had his back turned to you but the instant he heard your voice he spun around, smiling wide and caught you in a hug.
“Y/N,” he said into your hair, “how are you man?”
“Missed you,” you were hesitant to let go, fearing that Peter would disappear into nothing if you did. He hardly ever made it to your side of the galaxy and you constantly missed him. Peter had been your first friend, growing up in the same neighborhood and going to the same school. When he had been taken, you had lost a part of yourself. Having him back, even for the shortest of periods was like being able to breathe again.
“I missed you too,” he stepped back and took in the sight of you. “You’re looking buff, have you been lifting with Thor or what? That man will just turn you into a meathead.”
You laughed at him. His intense jealousy of Thor never ceased, even after knowing him all this time but it was so endearing to see him jealous when there wasn’t even a threat to be had.
“No, I haven’t been lifting with Thor, but Bucky’s been training me for a while now.” You stuck your thumb over your shoulder at your boyfriend who was standing a few feet away, talking to Steve and trying to act like he wasn’t bothered by your interaction with Peter. He had heard you talk about him before and he was okay with you having friends, of course. But there was something about the way he looked at you, Bucky could tell Peter saw you in the same way that he did.
He may not have felt the romantic pull toward you but he truly saw you. It was evident in his stature he knew how strong you were, he knew the intellect you carried, and he respected you in a way that you deserved. Bucky tried not to be jealous but he was losing the battle with his insecurities. It only got worse as he listened to you making plans with Peter for that night.
“You’re here! We have to!” You were insistent and Peter was shaking his head.
“Ah, I don’t know sweetheart.” His arm was around your shoulder as you walked him through the compound to his guest room. “Don’t you think dinner would suffice?”
Every visit you took Peter out, got him hammered and then took him to laser tag. It was a tradition for degenerates but by god, it was your tradition.
“If you think I’m budging on this you’re wrong. Nat is already making teams.”
“You have all of the people here brainwashed.” He laughed and pulled you in a little closer. “Fine, but we are eating dinner first this time.” You hid your embarrassment at the memory of your last excursion where you had slammed back enough whiskey to make even a sailor blanch and then blacked out during laser tag itself. Both you and Quill waking up the next morning with the toy guns that you apparently had stolen from the company. When you had returned with a group of the Avengers a few months later they had promptly kicked you out and told you to never return.
“Yeah, dinner is probably a good idea.” You laughed and dropped Peter off, demanding he be ready at 7 sharp to leave and went off to inform the rest of the group who were joining you.
When you found Bucky he was sitting in your bed, a laptop in front of him and files for a mission splayed out over the comforter. He looked up when you entered the room and gave you a soft smile before returning to his work.
“It’s past the work day,” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the closed door.
“Sorry doll, I’ve got a lot to accomplish for this debriefing,” he didn’t even look up as he spoke to you and you sighed.
“Well, just make sure you’re ready by 7 for dinner and laser tag.” You made your way toward the bathroom, kicking off your shoes and peeling your shirt off on the way, casually tossing it in Bucky’s direction.
“I’m going to get in the shower.” This was obviously an invitation to join you, which Bucky never turned down, but today he sat ever still, reading his computer screen and taking notes. You crossed the threshold to the bathroom and stripped off your jeans, throwing them back into the bedroom, followed by your underwear and bra. Even Bucky at his highest concentration on missions was unable to resist your teasing so when he didn’t come to the bathroom you scrunched your eyebrows before slamming the door shut and turning on the water.
Bucky sighed when he heard you get in the shower, knowing he had hurt your feelings but he was unable to shake the feeling he had had in the pit of his stomach all day. Watching you with Peter had made him incredibly insecure despite his efforts to not feel that way so when you came in the room he had planned on giving you the cold shoulder to make you beg for him a bit.
He would have done well to remember that you weren’t the type to cave and certainly would not have asked him outright to step away from his work even though you were desperately craving him. He put his papers away and got up to join you in the bathroom, hoping to apologize and maybe even get in a little bit of personal time with you when he realized that you had locked the door.
“Dammit Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath before turning around and getting to work on a new task.
Bucky surprised you when you got out of the shower by already having everything laid out for you. Tony had insisted on treating Peter to a nice dinner despite your desire for foolish shenanigans so Bucky had picked out a nice dress, shoes, and a matching handbag for you and slacks with a colored button up to compliment your dress for himself. Off to the side was a bag that he had packed so you could change for the bar and laser tag. The sight of his effort had made you smile in spite of yourself and you planted a kiss on his cheek before shooing him off to the shower by himself.
By the time the ten o’clock hour had hit you were several drinks and a few more shots in at a bar across from a laser tag building which you had rented out for the night. You were waiting on another drink as you spoke to Bucky and Peter on either side of you, trying to gauge if people were intoxicated enough for laser tag. Nat was in the corner strategizing for a game that hadn’t started yet, she had already revealed to you that she brought comms units for your team which consisted of Nat, Bucky, Tony, Thor, Sam, and yourself. The other team consisted of Peter, Steve, Pepper, Wanda, Bruce, and Clint all of whom you kept having shots delivered to in an attempt to get them more intoxicated than you yourself were. Ultimately, by the time you stumbled across the street everyone was more than enough drunk to enjoy the experience and the poor kid who was working the front desk looked mortified to realize the people he knew as the Avengers were drunkenly climbing around on the tables in the snack sections and singing loudly to the pop music playing over the speakers.
“Alright gang. Gather ‘round.” You eventually commanded and everyone surrounded you, you were all in vests with the plastic guns in hand. Nat handed out comms units to your team and Steve to his own, you rolled your eyes at them when they fought over who got to be on which frequency.
“Kids!” You interrupted their bickering. “Okay. So, basic rules, you’re shot, you’re out. If someone on your team gets more than one kill, you get to bring a player back in. No using your extra enhancements to get ahead. I’m lookin’ at you Thor, Wanda,” Both individuals rolled their eyes at you, “that’s it. Play ball.”
The entire group filed into the small “arena” that was set up with different blockades and passages to run through or conceal yourself behind. The shaking voice of the teenager working the desk came on over the speaker.
“Once the lights go down you have two minutes until your guns will activate. Match is over once one team is left standing. Red team ready?” Peter’s team cheered, “Blue team ready?” Your team gave a yell. “Time starts, now.” The room turned black with neon lights lining the structures causing a black light effect and making your clothing glow.
“Alright guys, spread out and give ‘em hell.” Nat commanded before disappearing into the shadows.
Bucky turned to you and whispered in your ear, “gonna see if I can get any high ground. I love you.” You gave him a quick kiss and watched as one by one everyone else spread out until you were alone with Peter.
“Well Peter, care for a stroll?” The two of you laughed and chatted, walking through the maze with one another until the voice came back over the speakers.
“Guns on in 10, 9, 8,”
“It’s time,” you shook Peter’s hand and immediately took off running as the voice kept counting down.
“3, 2, 1. Guns on.” You heard the sound bite of the lasers shooting all around you, you continued moving though, knowing that if Peter kept to his typical tactic, he was already on the search for you. It took almost 15 minutes for anyone to be shot, Bruce being the first man down despite Clint’s attempts to snipe Thor from afar before he shot him. Things began to fall in quick succession then. Steve shot Tony, Sam shot Pepper, Steve shot Sam, bringing Bruce back into the game. The back and forth went on until you only had Nat and Bucky left. The screen showed you that Peter, Steve, Clint, and Wanda were still all in play and you heard them whispering to each other in their comms. Your team however was silent on their comms, opting for stealth in light of being left outnumbered and on account of it happened to be a strong suit for the three of you anyways.
You peeked around a corner and saw Wanda facing the other direction. You took a deep breath and checked around you before firing a shot, which landed on her back sensor and she huffed before informing her team where you were and heading toward the holding area. You ran from the spot you had been in, two lefts, one right, jump on top of the wall and freeze. From your perch you caught sight of Nat who was camping out with eyes on Clint but scanning for the unassuming passerby.
Not hearing anyone coming your way you slid down from the top of the wall and straightened your vest, planning your next move when you heard it. Peter stepped out from behind the barricade that had been shielding him.
“Hands up sweetheart.” He commanded and you put them up, the fact that Peter wasn’t already shooting you meant that his team had a plan.
“So who has multiple kills that can bring someone back?” You asked sarcastically.
“So smart,” Peter chuckled and walked up to you, “gun please.” He held his hand out and took the toy, shoving it in his jeans pocket and then promptly lifted you over his shoulder.
“Quill!” You squealed as he ran off with you. “Bucky! Nat! Help!” Your laughter consumed you despite the competitive air in the arena and Peter was laughing just as hard when he put you down in a far corner and then caged you against a wall with his arms.
“Got her,” he spoke into his comms and looked down at you, searching for a way to get free, though you would be useless without your gun. Your comms were still silent and you wondered if Bucky or Nat were going to try to rescue you or if you were just collateral damage.
“See, and you didn’t want to come.” You teased Peter who had a huge smile on his face and had obviously been way too into the game as he was sweating, beads dripping down his face which he wiped away with his sleeve while still managing to keep you pinned down.
“Alright, it’s a good time. It’s always a good time when I get to kick your ass at something.” You guffawed and rolled your eyes.
“Too bad Barnes is behind you,” you whispered and he refused to break eye contact with you, sniffing out your bluff. You were useless at lying to him.
“So, who’s got the kill streak?” You asked, knowing that the other team could hear you through his comms.
“Steve,” Peter answered, and suddenly decided to move you again, slinging you over his shoulder with ease and taking off in a new direction. You wondered if this was part of their plan or if Peter just couldn’t stay still for that long. Likely the latter.
“Well, you can tell Steve,” you huffed as Peter sat you down again and used his body to block you in, “to fuck off.”
“The mouth on this one,” Steve laughed as he rounded the corner and came into view, “no hard feelings doll, all’s fair in love and war right?”
“Steve, you talk too much,” you laughed as Peter moved to unshield you and left you a sitting duck for Steve to take. He shook his head at your antics before aiming his shot which he never got to take because Bucky was there, taking him out and then aiming for Peter who instantly grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arm around your waist and using you as a human shield. He backed around the corner and then was picking you up again, causing you to groan and call out for Bucky once more.
“I am not drunk enough for this anymore!” You shouted into the room and Peter pulled out a flask from his pocket to hand to you. “That’s my best friend!” You shouted as you attempted to drink from the flask while partially upside down. Peter finally rounded a corner and sat you down on the floor, joining you and breathing heavily.
“So what’s the plan now?” You asked breathless. Your teams were even but you were unarmed and at the mercy of Peter who could shoot you whenever he felt like it.
“I say, we let them take each other out and then I’ll give you your gun back and we can go one on one.”
“Ah, but you’re outnumbered, and Nat’s had eyes on Clint for 10 minutes,” you took another drink from the flask and on cue Nat and Clint started firing at one another. You watched the reflection of the screen as Nat’s name was crossed out and cursed.
“Well, if you kill me, you still have Barnes to deal with. I don’t think he will be too happy to have to avenge me.” You both heard Bucky moving around, searching for the pair of you. Peter shared the remainder of the flask with you and you sighed heavily, resting your head on his shoulder and relishing in the moment of having your best friend next to you.
“Missed you Pete.” You whispered and he kissed the top of your head.
“Missed you too, sweetheart.” You relished in the moment for just long enough before shouting out.
“OVER H-” Was all you managed to get out before Peter covered your mouth and made you stand up, keeping his hand over your mouth and holding you close to him from behind. You squirmed but to no avail until Bucky rounded the corner behind Peter and shot him quickly, ending the game and setting the lights back to normal.
Peter let you go immediately after being shot but you could see in Bucky’s eyes that he was not happy about how close he had been just seconds prior. You ran to him and kissed his cheek, thanking him for being your hero to which he smiled for only a split second. He went into a stony silence while everyone left the building and piled into cars driven by FRIDAY’s automated control. You were starting to worry as you pulled into the compound and he still hadn’t said anything to you, despite you being curled into his side.
Everyone was off to bed, the alcohol wearing off and sleepiness setting in. After forcing Peter to agree to see you before he left in the morning you dragged your feet the entire way to your room, feeling exhausted. Bucky followed you to your shared room and closed the door silently behind him, watching you the entire time.
You stretched your arms above your head and then turned, catching Bucky leaning against the door, watching you. Smirking at him, you began to undress yourself, watching as his pupils turned dark with lust as each layer came off your skin. Finally, when you were in only your bra and underwear he spoke.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, his tone deep.
“I’m getting ready for bed?”
“I don’t mean right this minute.”
“Well then I don’t know what you’re referring to.” You turned your back to him and walked toward the chest of drawers that held your pajamas but he stopped you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him.
“Shall I enlighten you?” He asked and you nodded, mesmerized by his proximity and the sensation of his clothes against your skin.
“You were very bad today. Trying to make me jealous, flirting with Peter.” He was whispering in your ear, his breath hot on your neck and you arched into him, desperate to feel his lips on your skin but he gave you no such pleasure.
“I wasn’t flirting with Peter,” you feebly stated.
“No?” You shook your head, “So you didn’t stay attached to him all day? Didn’t let him hold you like I know you like me to?” He had you there. You loved when Bucky held you from behind, his strong arms closing around you, you loved even more when Bucky took you from behind, your hot skin touching as he thrust into you. Your body ached at the memory of all the times that had happened and your panties were getting wet at just the idea of it.
“It was just for the game,” you rationalized and he laughed, a low sound from the back of his throat.
“But you knew it would drive me crazy anyways, didn’t you?” You nodded and whimpered as Bucky’s hands started to roam your body, feeling your curves.
“Baby girl, I am going to remind you now, of who you belong to. Do you understand?” You nodded your head. “You know your safe word if you need it?” You nodded your head again. “Good girl, now, go lay down on the bed.”
You followed his instruction and watched as he stripped off his jacket and shirt before coming to the bed in only his jeans. He hovered over you before leaning down and placing a sweet kiss on your lips. When you parted he waited for you to nod, as he always did before he fully indulged his dominant side. Bucky always let you be in control overall as he was terrified of hurting you but you liked it when he took control like this, playing a jealousy game was a thrill for both of you.
Bucky’s hands began to trace your skin, up and down your bare legs, causing goosebumps to raise all over as he got closer and closer to your sensitive spots, still covered in fabric but never giving you the satisfaction until you were a squirming mess under him.
“Oh sweet girl,” he laughed huskily as you arched your back to find his fingers again, “you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?” You nodded but he shook his head at you, taking his hands away from you completely.
“I want to hear you tell me how much you want me to touch you.”
“Bucky, please, let me feel your hands.” You whined and he smiled down at you. Letting his hands run over the fabric of your bra before squeezing lightly and reveling in the way it made you react to him. He reached underneath you and undid the clasps, helping you pull the straps off your arms and then went to work kneading the skin and pulling your nipples as you moaned underneath him.
Despite your pleasure he moved on quickly, tracing only his fingertips around the edges of your panties and sliding one under the band just to snap it against your skin.
“Bucky,” you called out at the sensation and he smirked.
“Yes love?”
“Need more,” you were panting and he waited until you elaborated the way you were supposed to, “need your mouth on me.”
“Tell me who you belong to.” He commanded.
“You, I’m yours.” His mouth was on you then, leaving searing kisses down your neck, his tongue swirling around your nipples, leaving marks on your skin with his teeth, he kissed up and down each of your thighs, getting just close enough to your panty line to drive you crazy. He could smell your arousal but he wasn’t giving you anything without you telling him you needed it so he continued working around every other part of your body until you bucked your hips into him and he paused to look up at you.
“P-please?”
“What do you need from me baby girl?” He rubbed your thighs while you tried to form any sort of coherent words.
“I want you to, eat me out, please Bucky?” You always felt so uncomfortable asking him to perform this action, though he would spend days between your thighs without any complaint. Hearing you ask for it outright caused him to growl deep in his throat and before you could react he was tearing your panties in half to get them out of his way.
All of his teasing had you reaching your peak before he even had a chance to truly get started on you so he drew another orgasm from you for his own pleasure.
It wasn’t long before you needed to feel him inside you, the ache in your lower abdomen was growing the more he teased you with his fingers.
“Bucky,” you moaned but couldn’t find any other words as his mouth was still devouring you. So you tried again.
“Mmm, Bucky,” he paused for a moment and let you catch your breath. “I want you inside me.” He pushed his fingers deeper into you and you shook your head.
“I want your cock, please?”
“You want me to take what’s mine?” You nodded profusely as he straightened up and slid his jeans off, letting you take in the sight of his erection.
“Tell me, baby, tell me again.”
“Please take me, I’m yours, only yours.” He was on the bed now, teasing you with just the tip and you tried to squirm and force him to give you what you desired.
“You know you were a bad girl.” You whined at his teasing. “Maybe I shouldn’t give you my cock, to punish you.”
“I need you, please James?” You knew using his given name would send him over the edge, he was quickly thrusting into.
“You’re mine, Y/N, no one else gets to have you.” He grunted out between his thrusting into you and you cried out with pleasure.
“You’re mine.” He repeated and leaned down to leave kisses wherever his lips could reach.
“I’m yours.” It wasn’t long before you were cumming again, squeezing around his cock and triggering his own orgasm.
After, as he nuzzled into your neck and the bed covers surrounded you both like a cocoon he whispered out into the dark room.
“I’m yours too.”
“I know James, I know.”
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Paradise ~ Mark Lee
Summary: A cuddle session with you after a long day is just what Mark needed
Pairing: Mark Lee × Reader
Warning: Wow, so much fluff that it actually hurts 🤧 I love him so much 😭💕
Word Count: 898
~ Admin Peachy🍑 (Wow, it didn't take me months to finally post again 😂 I hope you guys like this because I really love it 💕💕💕)
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You were sat on your couch watching another Netflix movie. It was a Saturday and you had no homework and the whole day to yourself, so you decided to have a little movie marathon. You watched a wide variety of movies, ranging from old childhood movies to horror movies that you know you shouldn’t have watched alone.
Finally, as night began to fall, you decided to watch “The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”. It was one you often watched when you were younger and never grew sick of no matter how many times you watched.
As you ate and watched, you decided that you would pull the book out from your bookshelf and read until Mark came home. You still weren’t sure when that would be since he was busy practicing and preparing for a comeback with NCT U.
While thinking of your boyfriend working tirelessly and arriving home late, your phone vibrated with a text message from Mark. It read: Be home in a couple hours. Feeling exhausted and being sent home early by Taeyong-hyung.
A frown painted itself on your face. Mark really had to be tired not only for Taeyong to send him home but for him to actually listen. You really hoped he wasn’t too exhausted but he had left before sunrise after getting way too little sleep the night before.
You turned your attention back to your movie to distract yourself from your worrisome thoughts. When the movie was finished, you turned the TV off and went to find your book. Upon finding it, you returned to your couch and picked up your phone, connecting it to your Bluetooth speaker. Opening up the YouTube app, you find your playlist of lullaby versions of K-pop songs. Clicking “play all” the music began to play throughout your apartment and you started reading your book.
A couple of hours later, you were so immersed in your book that you almost didn’t notice Mark unlocking the door. He stepped inside with a soft sigh. He was dressed in some sweat pants, a white shirt, some sneakers, and he had a baseball cap on his head. “I’m gonna take a shower really quick and then can we cuddle?” He asked, sounding tired. “I just want to cuddle.”
You smiled and nodded, “Of course, baby. You go shower and I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
Smiling, he lightly pecked your cheek before going to shower. You turned back to your book, almost finished with it. Mark’s shower was quick, taking him a little longer than five minutes. When he was done, he changed into a clean pair of sweatpants and some random t-shirt.
He entered the living room as he lightly dried his hair with a small towel. You were sat on the couch still reading your book and he couldn’t help but smile at your appearance. You were dressed in one of his oversized sweaters with no bottoms on, so your baby pink underwear was slightly peeking out. Your fuzzy socks were pooling at your ankles and your hair was pushed back and out of your face by a soft headband with a bow on it. Your whole appearance made you look comfy and welcoming.
Tossing the towel aside, Mark shuffled over to you. As you read the last few pages of your book, you felt Mark gently part your legs so he could rest his head on your stomach. You smiled as he did so, your legs on either side of his body, his head resting on your stomach, and his arms wrapped around your waist.
You set your book down once you finished it. “You dyed your hair,” you said, completely surprised since he hadn’t told you.
A soft smile appeared on his face as you began to run your fingers through his slightly damp and now brown locks. He loved the way your nails gently combed his hair and brushed against his scalp. “Do you like it?” He asked, hoping you did.
“Of course. Brown is such a good color on you.”
He was glad you liked it. His eyes wandered around the room, his ears perking up at the soft music playing. “What did you do today, angel?”
You smiled at the term of endearment. “I didn’t have any work to do, so I just watched movies all day and then read this book,” you informed him, showing him the book.
Snuggling deeper into you, he asked, “Will you read to me?”
As you nodded, you opened the book and turned to page one. Mark closed his eyes, ready to hear your soft voice read to him. “Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy.”
Mark’s hands snaked inside his sweatshirt that you were wearing and he began too soothingly stroke your back with his thumbs. It didn’t take terribly long for his thumbs to halt their actions and you could hear his steady breathing.
Smiling, you set the book down and wrapped your own arms around Mark. You two didn’t often get time to spend together or alone, so you were thankful to have this time with him even if he was asleep.
Closing your own eyes, you allowed the soothing music to lull you into a deep sleep as you softly mumbled, “I love you with all my heart, Mark Lee.”
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j esus okay
1. describe yourself.
uh,, emotional ig, dumbass, quiet, exhausted all of the time, v queer, healthy mix of feminine and masculine, insecure, and not tha t great tbh. kinda a pussy ass b itch
2. if you could go anywhere for a week all expenses paid where would it be?
idrk. maybe somewhere like a hella nice beach in another country, maybe somewhere in europe. i like travelling but i hate the travel to get there and have no money so i havent put thought into it. maybe hawaii or somewhere like that.
3. do you have siblings?
the one thats still alive is my half brother
4. what is your favorite constellation, why?
orion maybe bc i don't know a lot but i can see that one from my bedroom window even in the city n idk. its comforting. or scorpius cause i'm a scorpio
5. favorite color.
yellow, pink, or blue.
6. what kind of music do you listen to?
almost anything. whatever catches my interest.
7. favorite flower. (you can name as many as you want cause flowers are awesome)
forgot what i said last time but those
yellow carnations i think?
8. if you could do magic, what is the first spell you would learn?
maybe smth to put myself to sleep immediately bc f uCk
9. favorite childhood memory.
my summer camp memories are pretty great. also memories of my dad and i going fishing are good.
10. have you ever been cheated on?
i mean in theory i couldve been bc online relationships but no. n im polyam and have identified as such for a majority of my relationships so no.
11. if you could describe your perfect room, what would it be?
big but not too big, yknow? like big enough that it can be filled and have room to walk around and lay on the ground or whatever but not Empty. and a pretty big bed to stretch out on, n a closet in the room. multiple windows w blackout curtains so theres light but it can be blocked out. n fluffy rugs or carpeting but preferably rugs in case smth spills so we can get it out of at least Remove the rug. and probably a cat tree thing in corner for dipper. n a computer desk and actual lights that light up the whole room. but probably,, fairy lights too bc full lights too bright. and i kinda want a pink room but blue or yellow work also. a nd pride flags on the walls + posters and various other stuff bc plain walls are boring. and tons n tons of b ooks too.
12. favorite animal.
river otter
13. what was the last photo you took of?
cat
14. do you believe in soul mates?
i'm not sure. i do kinda think there are people who you will like. really really click with and who become so important in your life that they're like. apart of u yknow? but i don't think that anyone as an individual needs to keep those people in their life forever. they arent destined to stay with them, and they shouldnt force that relationship (platonic, familial, romantic, or whatever) even if they were close for years and years. screw destiny. youll have people you care about, and sometimes you have to break that bond to save yourself, and thats okay. there will be other people who can and will be just as important. that got kinda off topic skbsks. i don't think theres really like Destiny soulmates. but there could be like. soulmates in the sense of for however long we're together, we're soul bonded. even if its not forever. does that even make se nse skbsns
15. do you hang toilet paper over or under?
over is the one thats socially acceptable right
16. your go to place to eat & your favorite thing to get there.
idk theres a place near a movie theater closeish to my house and its a nice little cafe and i dont eat there bc i dont eat much in general but i get their bubble tea and i love. raspberry bubble tea w rose popping bubbles. its comfort drink.
17. do you believe everything happens for a reason?
no. sometimes shit happens for no reason, and its bullshit, but you can't reverse it, so you gotta figure out how to move on from it.
18. guilty pressures?
im assuming thats meant to be pleasures
umm,, idrk. i don't know what exactly i like that would count as a guilty pleasure so,,
19. favorite mythical creature, why?
merpeople are s o cool i fuckin. love funky aquatic pals hell yeah. maybe im just Water babey but. they're rad. dragons are also hella cool bc like dragons???? theyre scaly and prett y and can breathe fire or have wings and kill u?? also like selkies bc again. water. but i used to hear a lot of stories abt them and theyre so nea t
20. something most people don’t know about you.
i have the potential to be a huge asshole and also kinda Wish to fuckin murder someone sometimes but. i act nice most of the time anyway.
not murder murder but i can get angr y enough that i just wanna Stab smth
21. where did you grow up, what was it like?
grew up kinda near the edge of the city, still in it but not like the main city area. in western washington. it was kinda rly boring, i used to spend a lot more time outside or just by myself playing with leaves or toys or whatever. when i had friends i played make believe w them even when outside of school. so yeah. boring id say.
22. do you believe aliens exist?
sure.
23. what was your last google search?
other than names for some actors n stuff, i was looking up various star wars things
24. what did your last relationship teach you?
the one that like. ended? i guess thatd be. be careful with your own feelings and try to figure them out before jumping into anything, and also don't try to force smth that in reality isnt really working.
25. would you relocate for love?
honestly yeah
26. do you hold grudges or forgive easy?
both. it just depends on how badly i or someone i care about was hurt by it. more likely to hold a grudge if a friend was hurt by someone d eep enough to leave a lasting impact or if they don't get a genuine apology i will be 🔫🔫. or if the person keeps hurting them. even if that person is also my friend.
27. favorite book.
favorite graphic novel is bloom by kevin panetta
favorite books in general are autoboyography, more happy than not, and what if its us. all gay. i know. its okay. im a kinnie.
28. do you consider yourself an extrovert or introvert?
introvert by far
29. have you ever kept a journal, do you now?
i tried once. i probably will have to once i go see a therapist, or at least one for my Bad Thoughts
30. top 5 favorite movies.
in no particular order
little shop of horrors, love simon, coco, it (2017 and 1990), and shazam! ig? maybe others but i definitely Forgot all the shit ive watched
31. do you believe that everything happens for a reason?
no
32. what is your greatest fear?
definitely gotta be all of the people i love hating me and abandoning me or secretly hating me and then leaving me without saying anything. and the worst part is im always afraid its gonna happen babeyy
33. favorite alcoholic beverage.
im baby
34. most embarrassing thing you’ve done.
im embarrassed by my own existence. i don't remember the Most embarrassing thing
35. do you believe in ghosts?
not until i have proof that i can actually trust and believe in
36. what is the best and worst part of your personality?
idk ig im nice. but im also. very easily set off on certain emotions especially the bad ones which sucks like especially jealousy bc i dont wanna!! feel jealous!! tho i think that ties into my greatest fear bc my brain immediately tells me im useless to everyone and they hate me. but. sometimes i get jealous and then feel bad for that and then hate myself for all of it. bc my friends deserve to hang out w other people and care about other people im just fucking stupid babey !!
37. should you split the dinner bill?
i rly don't get why you wouldnt tbh like if u both wanna be there u should both pay. but if one person gonna pay it should be the person that asked.
38. are you a good liar?
most of the time. when it comes to my mental health i can either lie great or im literally breaking down in front of the person so
39. what keeps you up at night?
depressing thoughts. anxiety about everything. wishing i could cuddle and fall asleep w jay. sometimes i just cant sleep bc im too restless.
40. would you rather go without your phone or music?
music. i need my phone to text my friends and i Need my friends
41. do you believe in god?
what god would let the world get to the point its at. what god would allow people to do such fucked up shit.
no. i don't.
42. how do you relax when frustrated?
cry, take a nap, take a shower, listen to music, cuddle dipper
43. what’s something that offends you?
when people go "oh yeah i support gay rights but im still gonna eat at chick fil a bc its good" like i get so fucking. pissed off by that. youre not gonna fucking s ta rv e without their goddamn chicken. i know a bi person who goes there and says its okay bc they dont Directly Give Their money to Specifically anti gay organisations but im just. ugh. fucking pissed bc there are other places to get food just avoid the one place for fucks sake. their food is good it doesnt matter. its like saying yeah pewdiepie is a bad person and nazi and a racist asshole but his videos r funni haha so im gonna watch him anyway
44. favorite food
i hate myself whenever i eat food
45. if you were on a 10 hour flight and could sit and talk to any person the entire time, who would it be?
@destinedformuchmore or @pinaplelee
46. when do you feel the most confident?
never? but ig i feel confident when working on tech construction during theater tech. as long as i know what im doing.
47. what do you do in your free time?
sleep. draw. cry. play video games. talk to my friends.
48. is there anyone who has completely lost your respect
matpat did for being a dick abt neopronouns and making a transphobic joke and only apologizing when a cis person told him to. not when hundreds of trans people did. and also other jokes that are inherently offensive to various groups. a n d for making extremely not Child friendly jokes in his videos which are very much targeted towards kids. say what you will about the target audience, there are a lot of children who watch them. please stop making creepy nsfw jokes if you won't even swear, sir.
49. have you ever broken someone’s heart?
i guess so yeah. but she also broke mine first.
50. did/do you play sports in school?
i did. i don't anymore bc highschool sports are bullshit but. basketball, ultimate, and soccer.
51. when are you happiest?
talkin 2 jay prolly
52. coffee or tea?
tea
53. what is one possession you own you wouldn’t want to live without?
my binder. or my stuffed cat puppet thing ive had since i was 7
54. what is the first thing you notice about a person?
their general emotions, mostly. like if theyre in a good mood or if theyre bored or distracted or whatever. or if they seem interested in actually talking to me
55. what is your favorite season, why?
fall. my birthday, the atmosphere is nice, it's pretty, its hoodie weather.
56. what makes you laugh?
stupid little comments or jokes my friends make tend to make me laugh a lot harder than i should but jabdn
57. are you a clean or messy person?
a mix. i Cannot have some things messy or i will ksjqkd. Die but i don't make my bed too often bc its ha rd when its against 3 walls.
58. what is important for a successful relationship?
communication communication communicati
talk about ur goddamn problems n keep talking to each other.
59. what was your upcoming like?
if thats supposed to be upbringing
idk, very relaxed. pretty easygoing and kinda boring.
60. favorite holiday?
any holiday in december rly. i don't celebrate a Lot but the atmosphere and others celebrating is nice to see. i kinda wish my parents did more to embrace the jewish part in our family blike. whatever. christmas is fun.
61. what is the first thing you’d do if you won the lottery?
give half of it to my parents. and then probably use it for plane ticket
62. what’s the best pizza topping combination?
hawaiian pizza. pinapple n canadian bacon ty
63. favorite outdoor activity.
frisbee
64. how are you? honestly.
not great. i want highschool to end.
65. would you rather go camping in the woods or stay at a beach resort?
idk. camping is fun but if i get to stay at the resort for free i would rly love 2 stay at a resort tbh ive never done that
66. what is the most beautiful thing in nature?
waterfalls. or rivers or just. water in nature. and very green forests. aNd snow.
67. favorite type of candy?
none
68. if your life was a book, what would be the title?
i can and will do arson, an autobiography
69. what movie quotes do you use of a regular bases?
i quote john mulaney and whatever my obsessions are pretty regularly
70. what was cool when you were young but not cool now?
silly bandz. pokemon cards. these weird unicorn figures i collected
71. what’s the craziest conversation you have ever eves dropped on?
im mostly the one having the weird conversations
72. what’s the most interesting documentary you’ve ever watched?
i watched one about dogs and cats and their evolution which was lit
73. what’s the worst hairstyle you’ve had?
when i let the lady just go fuckin ham on my hair bc i was watching spirit that horse movie and didnt wanna stop so it was. rly bad bangs and hella short in back but not the sides
74. what do you like to cook?
whatever im hungry for. i don't have the energy to cook a lot
75. what’s the coolest animal you’ve seen in the wild?
really pretty tropical fish
76. what’s the funniest tv show you’ve ever seen?
idk. i rly like schitts creek its pretty amusing
77. do you usually follow your heart or your head?
heart at first but my head if things get bad
78. what is your favorite quote?
"i have a splitting headache and i think i'm dying. how are you?"
or a character just saying "try harder" when another failed to do smth.
this is supposed to be deep or whatever but im in a Mood
79. what’s the weirdest crush you have ever had?
once had a crush on a character in a minecraft parody lmao
80. what’s your love language?
sending shit that makes me think of them. n just. making tons of stuff for them both online and irl like bracelets.
81. do you ever feel alone?
oh yeah. all the time. im not but it feels like i am which sucks
82. ever been bullied?
yeah
83. are you usually early or late?
late bc of my parents rip
84. what kind of art do you enjoy most?
drawing, or writing. also theater.
85. what do you wish you knew more about?
i just wish i could remember everything ive learned more about. i know a lot i just forget all.
id like to know more about forensics tho
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monsta x as the 7 boyfriends that you date in your lifetime
Hyungwon: The High School Boyfriend
You had the biggest crush on him since the beginning of freshman year. sophomore year came and you still haven’t worked up the courage to ask him out. I mean how can you since he’s Mr. Popular and captain of the soccer team who always has a huge following of fangirls after him. But one day you gave yourself a pep-talk and told yourself to stop being shy and that sophomore year was the year you get yourself a boyfriend. When biology class came, you went straight to Hyungwon’s desk, sat down next to him and asked, “Do you like Messi?” He squinted at you and his the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, “Are you hitting on me?” Your eyes grew big and you stammered, “Wh- uh what do you mean? I’m just asking a soccer question, since you’re a soccer player.” You tried to play it off, but he wasn’t buying it. Feeling your cheeks burning, you got up to leave, but Hyungwon’s long arm grabbed your elbow and sat you down. “Not so fast,” he grinned playfully. “Do it again.” You froze, “What?” He laughed, “That cute flirting technique that you just pulled on me. Do it again.”
Jooheon: The Childhood Friend Turned Boyfriend
“I have something to say,” Jooheon declared as he pushed you on the swings. It was the summer before college/university started and both Jooheon and you were at an empty playground spending the first days of summer together. You guys both went to different high schools, so natually you both didn’t have the time to hangout much due to different schedules and school work. You laughed, “You’ve always said what was on your mind. You don’t have to tell me that you are going to say something.” You were more focused on swinging higher. “Hey, push me higher, Jooheon!” He cleared his throat as you swung back towards him and he quuickly said, “I like you.” As soon as he confessed, he gave you a strong push, but due to his unexepcted words, you lost your grip on the ropes and flew out of the swings landing hard on the sandy floor. Annoyed, you yelled, “Are you sure you like me?! You almost killed me!” Jooheon ran to you, taking your hands and brushing the sand off of you. “I am so sorry! Are you hurt anywhere? Are you bleeding? Do you need to go to the hospital? Wait, let me call 911!” You smiled at how adorably protective and concerned Jooheon can get over the smallest accidents. You slowly realized his feelings for you, as yours for his. “That was such a romantic confession,” you laughed as he pulled you up. Jooheon scratched the back of his neck, “Can I get a do-over?” You crossed your arms, “Are you gonna push me off a cliff as your finale?” Jooheon shyly smiled and adjusted his snapback, “No… I wrote you a rap.” He looked down onto the floor and kicked the sand, “I composed it a while back, but you were dating that Hyungwon kid, so I didn’t have a chance.”
Kihyun: The College/University Boyfriend
You quickly stumbled up the stairs as you make your way up to the second floor library. You were supposed to meet up with Kihyun to work on a physics project together 30 minutes ago, but you oversleep from pulling an all-nighter to finish up an English essay. You made quiet steps towards where Kihyun was sitting who was busily typing away loudly on his laptop. You slowly unpacked your things, careful not to disturb him. “Just unpack quickly so we can get started,” he said. You were startled by his abrupt words and accidently dropped your heavy physics textbook. “Sorry!” you whispered loudly, picking up your book and oh-so-carefully placing it on the table. He sighed, closed his eyes, and fixed his glasses, “I hope you will take this project seriously because I can’t get anything below an A in this class.” Feeling denfensive you said, “Hey, I’m just as serious as you are in doing well in this class.” He ignored you and took a sip of his Americano, “I can’t believe I got stuck with you.” You glared at him, “Well if you didn’t came to class late at the same time I was, the professor wouldn’t have paired us together in the first place.” Kihyun’s eyes shifted back and forth. “Why were you even late anyways? You were always the first in class. You’re basically asking to be paired up with me.” Kihyun jutted back sounding flustered, “Well, why are you always late anyways?” You sighed, “It’s the second semester of university and I still don’t have my life together.” Kihyun sensed your stress as you massaged your temples. He hesitated for a moment but then asked, “Wanna go for karaoke?” You scrunched your eyebrows at him, “What? Karaoke? But we have a project to do.” Kihyun started packing so you started packing too. “Really? Right now? Hey, wait up” and you followed Kihyun out of the library doors. You and Kihyun sang at the karaoke for 2 hours straight. You collasped onto the couch and called out to Kihyun with your tired lungs to stop the music. “I can’t sing anymore. Let’s call it day.” Kihyun sat down next to you, “You feel better after all that singing and screaming?” You smiled, “Yes, thanks to you.” Kihyun patted you on the shoulder, “I’ll see you tomorrow again to work on the project.”
The next morning you woke up to the sound of your cellphone. You reached over to your nightstand and grabbed your phone. “Hello?” You jolted up hearing Kihyun’s voice, “You’re 1 hour late, then that means you should spend 1 more hour with me.” You were about to apoligize but you sense a bit of flirtation from him. You squinted, “Are you fliritng with me, Kihyun?”
I.M: The Musician Boyfriend
You swayed slowly to the beat at your school’s music festival. “Quit being emo,” your friend said louldy over the EDM music. “I brought you here to help you get over your breakup with Kihyun. But why are you so sad anyways? You broke up with him.” You breathed in and breathed out, “Every breakup is hard, whether who breaks up with who.” The music stopped and a slim figured boy walked confidenly onto the stage. A slow beat started and he dropped his first verse, “I am what I am, man.” You looked up the stage at him, “Wow, a lyrical genius.” You listened intenly at his rap verses, in awe with his flow and rhythm. You caught his attention and he made eye contact as he began another verse:
“May I steal you heart, may I protect that heart
If I fall several times and get hurt, will you accept my surrender?
Sir, yes sir, I’m saluting to your lips
I swear on your name I’m not playing around, I put my life on the line
I’ll protect you.”
His lips were mesmerizing as those words slipped out of his tongue without a stumble. Your eyes followed his gaze, only to be broken when he was done with his stage. The music festival soon ended and students slowly dispersed. You lost your friend during the middle of if and you found yourself spinning around to look for her. As you were scanning your area, a head popped into your view, making you jump back. “I’m so sorry! Did I startle you? I didn’t mean too,” the figure apologized. It was the rapper from earlier. “Oh no, it’s okay! I’m fine,” you reassured him. You were about to turn away from him until he stopped you from your tracks, “Hey, I just wanted to thank you for coming to my stage.” You blinked, suprised at his words, “Oh, yeah no problem, I really enjoyed it! You’re really talented.” His face lit up, “ That means a lot, thank you.” He paused for a moment and pressed his lips together, “Hey, if your not busy…do you want to listen to my mixtapes back at my place?” You stood there thinking in silence, getting a sense that he wants to ask you out. The silence was suddenly broken by the growls of your empty stomach. He grinned, “Or we can eat ramen back at my place?” Yup, he’s into you. 😉
Wonho: The One That Broke Your Heart
“Are you good at making ramen?” was his pickup line. You laughed at the memory of how Wonho hit on you at the supermarket. “I can’t believe I fell for that,” you said to yourself. “Fell for what?,” a voice came from your bathroom. “ArE yOU goOd aT mAKiNg raMen? you said in a deep voice, trying your best to imitate Wonho’s voice and tone. “I didn’t say it like that!” he came out of the showers and ruffled his wet hair. “Are you good at making ramen?” he said seductively, flashing you his signature flirty smirk. “It was like that,” he winked. “GROSS” you rolled your eyes. He came up to where you were laying down on the bed, ‘Gross?! Gross?! You didn’t think I was gross when you gave me your number!” He ruffled his wet hair at your face, spraying droplets of water onto your face. “Hey!” Your hands instinctively covered your face, but Wonho grab your wrists, pulled them apart and kissed your forehead. You giggled and perked out your lips. He kissed both of you cheecks before landing a soft peck on your lips. He jumped into bed with you and laid his head on your lap. You played with his soft brown hair until he fell asleep. Taking your right index finger, you slowly traced the outline of Wonho’s smooth nose bridge and then down to his cherry red lips. His soft breathing and the sound of his beating heart was your lullaby. “I love you,” you whispered.
Those were the string of words that you said to him a lot, but yet to have hear him say it back to you. “It’s not that I don’t care about you. It’s not that I don’t think you are the most important and most precious person in my life,” Wonho sighed. There was a slience before his lips parted “I won’t be able to say those words until I know I can back it up with a life long commitment. Until I know I can promise you that I’m all in only for you.” But you never did get to hear those same words echo back to you.
Minhyuk: The One That Showed You How To Love Again
“What is love?” you asked Minhyuk.
“Girl, I can’t explain what I feel. Oh baby, baby, ba-” he began to sing until you hit him slightly on the chest. “Ow!”
“I’m serious, Minhyuk,” you scrunched your eyebrows together. You stared into the blue sky. Both you and Minhyuk were laying on grass under a giant shady tree watching clouds flow by. “"How do you love again when you been hurt?”
“Well, it’s not about being able to love again. Just because your heart gets broken, it doesn’t mean you can’t love again. It’s not about ability, it’s about willingness.” Minhyuk tucked his hands under his head and crossed his left ankle over is right. “You have to have that will to open up your heart and let that emotion develop. Obviously, that won’t happen when you choose to protect your heart, you know, so it can heal, and that’s okay. Healing is good. It takes time to heal and you can take as much time as you want. There’s no rush.” He turned his head towards you, seeing that your eyes had closed. "But I don’t know. I’m not a love guru.”
“How do you know you have the willingness to love again?” you asked sleepily. Something about Minhyuk’s gentle, reassuring voice made you comfortable and at ease.
“Surprise” was all he responded with. You were confused, “Surprise?”
“Yes, surprise,” he kissed you on the lips, jumped up, and ran away.
Shownu: Your Soulmate
“Baaaaabe!” you yelled as you walked into the living where Shownu was on the couch, playing games on his phone. “Hmmmmm?” he mumbled. You stood right behind his back and hugged his broad shoulders, giving him a tight back hug,“Your favorite person in the whole wide world is hungry.” He put his phone away, “Who’s this favorite person you speak of?” he teased and flashed his eye smile at you. You responded with bringing your arms into a soft chokehold on his neck, “Me! Your girlfriend of 3 years!” He laughed, “Favorite is a very strong word. It’s hard for me to pick favorites,” and he flipped you upside down, laying you onto his lap. “But I do love this person whom I’m about to kiss right now,” and he planted a heavy kiss on your lips. You grinned and sat yourself up on his lap , “I’m hungry. I need more than just kisses.” Shownu cupped your face with his big hands, “You sound hangry. What do you want to eat?” Without an offbeat, you both said, “Chipotle.”
After stuffing both yoursleves with burritos, your giant bear-like boyfriend got up and stretched, “Kyahhhhh, I’m so full.” You patted his exposed tummy, “My boyfriend has a food baby. You look 4 months in, babe,” you smiled up at him. He rubbed his stomache, “Do you know how hard it’s been carrying our baby?” he joked along with you. “You’re working hard, babe,” you patted his butt, “Let’s go for ice-cream as your reward.” Shownu came up to you and gave you a hug, resting his chin on your head, “You know my cravings so well. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”
“Mmm,” you thought, “You’re understanding, even though at times we have different views and opinons. You’re supportive, backing me up 100% in everything I choose to do. You’re a good listening, always letting me be vulnerable to you to let out all my emotions. You’re awkward, cute, silly, caring, funny–”
“I sound like a dream come true,” Shownu nodded in agreement. “Who is the luckiest girl that gets to marry me?” You waved a ring-less hand in front of this face, “Obviously, not me.” He chuckled, “Let’s go,” he took your hand and pulled you toward to doors. Suddenly you felt cold metal slip up into your ring finger. You look up at Shownu seeing the corners of his mouth stretched out from ear to ear, forming wrinkles in his eyes.
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○○ eyez | epilogue
The bedroom was spacious now that most of the things were gone from the shelves and walls—the closet was nearly empty, and the dressers were completely barren. The bed was vaguely dressed, and sitting at the end of the bed was a young woman with a head full of curls. With a phone pressed against her ear, she yawned slightly as she listened to the conversation on the phone. She ran her polished toes against the white carpet below her, and she chuckled softly as she licked over her lips.
“Girl, it’s already amazing up here. It’s gonna be everything when you get here,” The female’s voice on the other end insisted.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to see you, Neisha. It’s been boring as hell down here since you went up there,” She said before she noticed the male coming in her doorway. “But I should be there soon. It’ll take us a couple days for all of us to get up there. Then I’m going to visit my uncle while I’m up North Carolina so it’ll be a minute before I actually get there,” She said.
“Bet. Well I’ll see you then?” The female named ‘Neisha’ said, and the girl nodded. “Be safe on the road, Niya.”
“I will,” She hung up her cell phone beore she glanced up at the young man. “What’s up, B?” She asked.
“They’re ready to go,” He said, and she nodded as she stood up slowly. “Wait…before we go, I got you somethin’,” His deep baritone filled the young woman’s ears, and she stopped moving before he took a step forward.
He pulled a box through his pocket, and he handed it to her before she raised her eyebrows, opening it slowly before she laughed softly. “Yo…is this real platinum or are you trying to fuck my skin up?” She asked.
“Shut up and put it on, Janiya,” He smirked before she pulled out the platinum charm bracelet. “I saved up a year’s worth of cash for this shit, so you better not lose it,” He warned.
“Nah, I won’t,” Janiya stared down at the charms on the bracelet, and smiled a bit before she reached over and hugged the male tightly. “Thank you, Braeden,” She mumbled.
“You’re welcome,” He said before he pulled away from her slowly. “Don’t be acting up in New York, a’ight? You know the streets is watchin’, and I don’t need no problems,” He warned.
“Shut up. I’m a good girl,” She chuckled a bit before she grabbed her duffle bag. “You just take care of mom and dad while I’m up there. And Brianna and J2—care for them too,” She said.
“I got you, sis. But for real…take care of yourself up there,” Braeden said, and she nodded before he grabbed her bag, and they headed out of the bedroom.
They headed downstairs of the familiar home, and once Janiya hit the last step, she glanced around the first floor before she took a deep breath.
The memories that flooded her mind seemed to hit her at full speed; from the cookouts in the summer that she spent with her family, to the nights she spent where her father would help her with her homework, to the first time her and her mother argued through her teenaged angst—it was all in the house. She remembered watching her younger brother grow, and the night her parents came home with her other two siblings. She remembered when they brought home a ‘girlfriend’ for Leo, and when the two had puppies. She remembered burying Leo in the backyard when age finally got to him, and she remembered raising one of the puppies as a ‘replacement.’ She remembered the first boyfriend she snuck in to hang with, the first sleepover, the first time she cooked in the kitchen with her mother, and the first time her father attempted to teach her how to make an instrumental beat. It was bittersweet—she wouldn’t be seeing this house for a while.
Janiya Cole had spent most of her life in this house, and now she felt like she was leaving a part of herself behind.
The young woman had just turned 18 in the spring that she graduated high school, and it had been a long road for her family. She didn’t realize the power of her parents until she was twelve years old—when her father Jermaine was honored at an awards show, and her mother Beija was given a humanitarian award from Harvard University. Ever since she had tried to find a way to balance being Janiya and being ‘J. Cole and Beija Cole’s daughter.’ Even with the stress that came with trying to pull herself from her parents’ shadow, she couldn’t have been more elated that her parents had contributed so much to the world. Janiya felt this sense of pride knowing what her family had accomplished.
Her father was considered a legend in the eyes of many rap fans, but to her he was just her father. Jermaine was a silent guy for the most part when it came to showing his personal business to the world but to his family, he was a goofball with wisdom beyond his years and the kindest eyes one could ever see. He’d give the shirt off his back for those he loved.
To the world, Beija was the ‘wonder woman’ of the music industry, finding and shaping the talents of music’s biggest names that had become staples of Janiya’s generation of music and music culture. She was a philanthropist and a highly-regarded advocate for women’s and civil rights. But to Janiya and her siblings, Beija was the soft as silk yet tough as nails matriarch who worked hard for everything she wanted and would burn the very earth she stood upon for her husband and children.
it was a trait that both parents shared, and what they taught their children with all their effort - family was always the most important thing in life.
Throughout her childhood, Janiya could remember every dance recital and every basketball practice Jermaine attended. She could remember all the times Beija sewed a ripped leotard, and every new pair of sneakers she bought to make sure her daughter had the best game going for her. She remembered all the tutoring they made sure she went through so she could be as smart as she was talented. She felt like she was only a fraction of the woman she was because of the love her parents showered her with. She was certain her siblings were just as blessed to have Beija and Jermaine in their lives.
The love she had with her siblings was just as strong; Braeden was the second born of the family and the two were as close as close could be. When Jermaine officially retired from rapping, he decided to open a business—he inherited the Demarco family restaurant and named it after Janiya’s late grandfather; it was then that they discovered Braeden’s singing skills. It was always said that he was basically his Uncle Rashaad reincarnate. He damn near looked like the man, acted like him, and had musical talent just like him. Jermaine always said that it was no coincidence that Braeden was born on the same day Rashaad was murdered and as Janiya grew older and learned more about her late uncle, she was starting to believe it as well. Her other two siblings had the luxury of being fraternal twins—Brianna and Jermaine Jr. were literally like two peas in a pod; wherever one was, the other wasn’t too far behind. Their bickering made it seem less and less likely that they’d stay close, but whenever one needed help, the other was always there for them. Janiya was the oldest and she took care of all of them the best she could.
“Niya?” Janiya looked over her shoulder at her mother, and she tilted her head as Beija smoothed out her flowing skirt. “You ready to go? Everyone’s outside,” She said. Beija had gained a bit of weight over the years, but she was exactly how Janiya saw her all the time: curvy with an afro of curls and a smile glimmering even within her brown eyes. Although Janiya adoped her father’s height and was a bit taller than her mother, Beija’s no-nonsense attitude always seemed to make it clear that she was a figure of authority.
“Yeah,” She said before she hoisted her bag on her shoulder, following her outside.
Once everyone was in the rented RV, the Cole Family were off towards their destination—New York City.
“Why you hogging all the food for? Stop being fat,” Brianna’s shrill voice sounded throughout the RV as she snatched the bag of chips from one of the boys’ hands. The female’s light brown eyes rolled before she plopped down on the couch, before she popped a ruffled potato chip into her mouth.
“You two can’t go a minute without acting up,” Janiya calmly commented as she flipped through the issue of Essence magazine, seeing the article on her younger ‘cousin,’ and her latest art exhibit that she had hosted with her father. She had to remind herself to call Uncle Cody to see how he was doing.
“It’s not my fault Junior is a bottomless pit. All he does is eat and be a burden,” Bri crossed her legs as she spoke, glaring at her twin brother.
“Wow. You sure you’re not some stray mama got off the street?” Junior sneered, and Janiya shook her head as she watched Bri toss a chip in his direction.
“Y’all better not be acting up back there,” Janiya chuckled softly to herself as she heard Jermaine’s voice from the front of the vehicle.
“That’s your son,” Bri complained.
“I will not miss these fights of yours,” Janiya mumbled to herself as she crossed her legs, scrolling through her phone before she heard Childish Gambino on the oldies station—she could hear Beija exclaim how this was her song and the RV soon rumbled with the bass of the song. Niya could remember the endless Saturday afternoons when “Redbone” was played through the house while the family cleaned. It was either Beija with the R&B oldies, or it was Jermaine playing old Nas and Big Daddy Kane.
That was the one perk of having parents that dabbled in the entertainment industry—even though he mostly worked with movies and music production now, Jermaine was known as one of the greatest rappers of his generation; he and Kendrick Lamar were Braeden’s favorites. As for Beija, she had been the A&R for many successful artists until she decided to go back to school to get her doctorate. Now, she taught others on how to be successful A&R’s and managers. The story was that they both worked for Dreamville Records when they met over 20 years previous, and it was one of the ironies that the label was still going strong. Her uncle Ibrahim was still hard at work as the head of one of the leading labels in the industry, and he promised his daughters and his nephew Braeden positions within the label once they finished college.
Janiya still wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with her life, and sometimes it troubled her. She was on the way to her father’s legacy college on a general studies major at the moment only because she was still unsure what she wanted to do. Braeden had made it clear that he was going in their father’s footsteps, Brianna was certain that she wanted to get into image branding and advertising, and Junior was convinced he’d be in the NBA. All the Cole kids seemed to be focused upon becoming something great and living along the same lines of excellence as their parents did before them. But as for the oldest Cole, she just was uncertain of what she would do. She was just grateful she made it to 18, and to college—she figured she’d figure out what she wanted to do with time.
After a day of listening to her siblings bicker and her parents reminisce of past days on the open road, the family stopped at a rest stop to get some rest for the night. They had been driving for most of the day, and they didn’t have too far to go once they woke up in the morning. They’d make a quick visit to Uncle Zachary’s house, then take on the rest of the way towards New York City. While the rest of the kids got their dinner and bedtime rituals in, Janiya was sitting on the steps of the RV, glancing up at the sky as she felt the sweeping August heat.
“Hey there,” Janiya glanced up and saw Beija standing over her. “Wanna go sit?” She nodded her head towards one of the nearby picnic tables, and Niya nodded before she stood up to her feet. She led the way towards the table, and she sat on top of it while Beija sat in the seat. The chirping of crickets surrounded the area as the stars twinkled above them. The slight smell of exhaust fumes seemed to almost mask the scent of pine, and now that the sun was gone a small breeze seemed to chill the air. “How are you feeling?” Beija asked.
“I don’t know,” Janiya scratched at her leg before she wrapped her arms around her knees, leaning over as she felt some of her curls fall in front of her face. “I guess the usual anxiety that comes with going to a new school. And I’ll be so many states away from the family,” She explained.
“I felt that way when I transferred to NYU,” Beija nodded as she sighed, glancing up towards her daughter. “I remember how afraid I was to move, and wondering if what I set out to do would even come to fruition,” She explained.
“At least you knew what you wanted to do. I have no idea,” Niya chuckled softly to herself before she sighed, glancing down at her shoes. “I feel so much pressure, ma. You and daddy set this real high bar and I don’t think I can reach it. I know I’m going to go through a whole semester of ‘Oh my God, you’re J. Cole’s daughter,’ and I just…I can’t even fathom trying to fit into you or dad’s shoes,” She revealed.
“Then don’t try. Be you, Janiya. You know J and I wouldn’t care what path you choose…as long as you’re happy and you’re living legally,” Beija placed a hand on Janiya’s knee. “You want me to tell you a story?”
“I’m not in the mood for one of your tour stories. I know all of ‘em anyway,” Janiya could tell the most likely edited version of the story of how her mother and father met, fell in love, and took over the world.
“Not that. It’s a story about you,” Beija replied, and Janiya raised her eyebrows slowly as she glanced at her mother, slightly more intrigued and willing to listen. “I never told you about the story of your birth,” Beija further explained.
“Oh…you haven’t,” Janiya hardly heard stories about her birth—she had always heard about Brae’s birth, or about the fact that Bri and Junior were born in the waiting room of the emergency room instead of an actual hospital room, but she hardly ever heard about the day she was born.
“I found out I was pregnant with you when I was living in New York. Jermaine and I had been with each other for a little while and well, I was terrified of course. My first child, and the way we got together still had me feeling a way about myself as a woman,” Beija began. “The whole pregnancy, I just wanted a healthy baby and to be a good mother to it. We moved to North Carolina, and we found out you were a girl…that same day, your father proposed to me,” She chuckled to herself, and Janiya smiled a bit. She could vaguely remember her parents’ wedding, but she was so young that she could only piece together memories through stories and photos. “But when you were born…your umbilical cord suffocated you. The doctor told me that you died for a couple of moments.”
“What?”
“Yes. And I…I was so heartbroken. I thought that I had failed you,” Beija had never disclosed this information to Janiya and not only was that surprising, but the strong and confident woman Janiya always knew seemed to be way more subdued in front of her now. “I was so depressed afterwards that I tried to end my own life,” She continued, and the turn in Niya’s stomach made her bite into the flesh of her bottom lip. “Looking back…that was the worst decision my depression ever made for me. You taught me a valuable lesson throughout my recovery, though. I learned how to fight through my demons because your love for me was greater than any hate I had for myself,” Beija looked up at Janiya before she reached up and gently rubbed her cheek. “That’s why I try to keep you from being discouraged about your life and where it’s going. You fought death and won…and so did I. I got to watch you blossom into the most beautiful woman I know, and I’m so happy that we’re both here,” Beija sighed before she looked down at her sandal-clad feet, sniffing slightly. “I’m sorry…emotions.”
Janiya didn’t say anything as she watched her mother try to pull herself together; she slowly moved off the table and sat on the seating area next to Beija before hugging her tightly. “I love you mom,” Niya said softly.
“And I love you always,” Beija leaned over and kissed her temple. “Go take your shower so you can get into bed.”
Janiya nodded slowly before she headed onto the RV. As she was getting on, Jermaine was getting off; she chuckled when he ruffled her curls, and Janiya glanced back as she watched the older man walk over to where Beija was sitting. He sat next to her, and the two of them embraced each other once he sat down. Janiya smiled softly to herself before she closed the door behind her.
The next morning, the Coles had a breakfast at a local pancake diner, and they got back onto the road. The rest of the way towards New York was pretty much a straightaway until they made a stop in North Carolina. Janiya got a chance to see the first home she ever lived in; her father gave an animated tour of the home, right down to where her nursery was. After making more stops to visit the kids’ uncle and paternal grandparents, the family drove to Fayetteville, which was only a few towns over; the kids got to finally see the now ‘historical’ 2014 Forest Hills Drive, and Janiya was given another new story for her memory bank; apparently, this was the spot that not only Jermaine started his dreams of becoming a rap star, but the day he realized he was in love with Beija. It was weird seeing her parents reminisce over something so odd, but she couldn’t ignore the sparkle in her mother’s eyes when she spoke of Jermaine’s kindness and care for her throughout that fateful summer that they worked with one another. Janiya had dated here and there; some were amicable break-ups, while others were full blown heartbreaks. But no matter what she felt about love, she knew that if it didn’t feel the way Beija looked when she laid eyes upon Jermaine, she didn’t want it.
The family parked the RV at her ‘uncle’ and ‘aunt’s’ house in New Jersey for the night—Ibrahim and Nicole were Jermaine’s oldest and dearest friends, and had been a vital part of all the kids’ lives from when they were young on up. Janiya had a squad of ‘uncles’ who served as proper godfathers; Abbas had always been seen as her ‘cool’ uncle, always knowing about the latest trends and electronics. When he and her aunt Lauren returned from their constant trips, Janiya could always expect a gift from him. Cody was definitely the ‘Hennessy Uncle,’ who was loud, vulgar, and funny as hell. Whenever he came down for the yearly ‘family reunion,’ he was always leaving Janiya in a fit of laughter. She wasn’t sure how auntie Yana dealt with him, but she was the only one who could subdue the man. Her uncle Damon and aunt Sara were mysterious and a bit more serious than the rest of the uncles and aunts, but they were kind-hearted and were whom Janiya talked to whenever her parents didn’t ‘get her.’ But out of all of them, she was the closest to her ‘Ibby;’ Ibrahim was her favorite, and she never ceased to make it known. It was a joy to see him and she was happy that he and Jermaine would be driving her and Beija to New York personally.
The next morning, Janiya parted with her siblings and hit the road with Ibrahim, Jermaine, and Beija—they’d be dropping Beija off at NYU first for her semester of teaching, then Janiya over at St. John’s.
“Man, remember when we first drove to New York, J? I remember you literally fogging up my windows trying to look up at everything,” Ib laughed softly as he drove into the city. Janiya chuckled a bit at her uncle’s jab, but she couldn’t help but to peer out the window herself.
“Shut up—I was amazed, shit. It was like nothing I had seen before. I knew right then this place was a long way from Fayetteville,” Jermaine replied.
“I can’t believe it,” Janiya mumbled to herself. “I’ve been all around the world because of you guys, but this…this is different.” She said. “Even though I’ve been here several times, it still feels different and new.”
“Oh yeah, it’s different indeed—wait until you’re paying $10 for a burger meal every other day,” Beija joked.
The four continued their conversations until they finally reached the apartment building that wasn’t too far from the New York University campus. “First stop,” Ibrahim parked the car before he got out to attend to Beija’s bags.
“Y’all get out and give me my love,” Janiya followed her mother’s instructions, and was embraced by Beija as soon as she could get out the car. “I love you so much, Niya! Call me if you need anything at all, I’m right across town you know,” She reminded.
“Of course,” Janiya nodded.
“And please don’t be afraid of the subway—the rats aren’t that bad if you don’t stare at them too long. And don’t let these cab drivers bully you,” She rambled.
“Yes ma’am. Now go,” Janiya chuckled before giving her mother one last hug.
Janiya watched as Beija approached Jermaine, and the two embraced before the man placed a kiss upon his wife’s forehead. “I’m proud of you,” He replied, and Janiya couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m proud of me too,” Beija said, and once she gave Ibrahim and hug and cheek kiss, she grabbed her bags before she headed towards the building.
“Alright, let’s get you to your spot,” Jermaine patted Janiya’s shoulder, and the remaining three returned to Ibrahim’s car.
The ride to St. John’s was quiet; Janiya didn’t mind the silence, however. She licked over her lips as she saw a bunch of kids walking along the sidewalks, heading towards their dorms. The whole weekend had been move-in day for those who were living in dormitories. Janiya had her things sent up to her dorm a couple days before she arrived, and all she had now was the two bags in Ib’s trunk. She’d have a week to unpack and organize, then she’d start her classes the following week. The thought of walking into a lecture hall seemed to make her nervous—she had to remember Beija’s words from a couple nights back, and she had to focus on the positives. She had made it to college; a lot of her friends didn’t. Some of them fell under the spell of the streets, others got babies, and some lost their lives along the way. Janiya had fought to be able to go to college, so getting through it would be her ultimate goal. She just hoped that by then, she’d know what to do next.
“Alright, all passengers off,” Ibrahim announced, and Janiya slid out of the backseat before Ibrahim grabbed her bags. “You need me to carry these, Niy?”
“If you want. Show me around a bit, guys. These are your stomping grounds,” She joked, and Jermaine chuckled as he adjusted his shirt.
“They were, baby. But it’s been a long while since I’ve even seen this place. God, it’s changed so much,” He grabbed Janiya’s hand, and the three of them walked through the parking lot towards Janiya’s dorm building.
They walked through the lobby and Janiya took the time to register herself and grab her building entry card before she headed up to her floor with her relatives. Once they got to her room, Ibrahim sat her bags on her bed. “Come here, girl. Give me a hug,” Ib embraced Janiya tightly, and she giggled as he rocked her from side to side. “I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, Niya. I mean it. If you need a day or two away from this shit, come down and see me and Nic. I’m sure Sabrina and Selina would be happy to see you too,” He said.
“I’ll keep that in mind! Thanks for the offer,” She smiled. “Thanks for driving me down here too. I love you Ibby.”
“I love you too, baby girl,” Ib kissed her temple before he patted her shoulders, pulling from her before he looked her over. He shook his head before flashing a small smile; it almost seemed like he was reminiscing about something. He glanced back at Jermaine and he nodded at the man. “I’ll be in the car,” He walked towards the door and before long, Jermaine and Janiya were alone in the single-spaced dorm.
Janiya glanced at her father and she took a moment to look him over—Jermaine had looked the same all her life. Aside from the elongated dreadlocks and the glasses he wore, he still looked like a lanky and tall figure. Signs of age shown in his features, from smile and frown lines to the crow’s feet that slightly creased the corners of his eyes. But his eyes still held that soft yet powerful stance that was able to make anyone trust his word. Some of his hair was grey as well, but Janiya Cole would always recognize her father. He cracked a smile, and his slightly crooked teeth only made her smile as well. “You look just like your mother. It’s insane,” He said.
Janiya chuckled softly before she crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh yeah?” She asked.
“Yeah. But you got my eyes…I can tell, now. Because you looked at me how she said I looked at her when we met. Like you were looking through me…” He paused before he rubbed at his beard. “This is so weird.”
“It is,” Janiya agreed before she looked down at her sneakers. “But hey…I’m a phone call away, you know that, right?” She asked.
“I know. It’s just…when you were born, I was the first one to hold you. Now I’m the one letting you go,”Janiya glanced up and she could see the light dim in his eyes—the sadness that filled them next was enough to make her eyes water. “I’m proud of you, Niya. You gotta know that.”
“I do. You tell me every day,” Janiya chuckled as she wiped away the stray tear that escaped her eyes. She was soon welcomed with Jermaine’s warm embrace. She laid her head on his chest, and she listened to the thumping of his heart.
“Remember when you were younger and you asked me why I didn’t wanna be ‘super famous’ anymore?” He asked, and Janiya burst into laughter.
“Yeah! I remember that, actually. You never gave me an answer either,” Janiya glanced up at her father as she spoke.
“This is the reason why. Imagine…I could still be rapping, and somewhere overseas giving a concert to tens of thousands. But I would have missed this. There’s so much I would have missed if I had kept going. You, Brae, Bri, Junior, your mama—you all are the lights of my life. Sure, I have awards, plaques, and lifelong fans, but you guys are the reason why I feel like I’m the greatest,” He explained. Janiya held onto Jermaine a little tighter, and the two quietly embraced for a moment. She could hear the soft sniffs from her father as he pulled away, and her eyes fluttered close when he placed a tender kiss to her forehead. “I left a gift in one of your clothing boxes. Take care of it,” He said, and he pulled away fully before he headed for the door.
“I love you daddy,” Niya spoke to him, and she watched Jermaine stop his movement.
He nodded before he reached for the doorknob. “I love you too. Always.”
He finally opened the door, shutting it behind him.
Janiya sghed softly before she began to unpack her clothes and began to put them away. She had gotten through three boxes before she found the gift Jermaine spoke of—on top of her folded clothes, there were two notebooks. One was worn and torn, and the other was brand new. She grabbed the notebooks and she sat on the bed before she opened the older notebook. She bit into her bottom lip as she ran her fingers over the page, and she gasped when she read over the familiar words. “Dad,” She croaked before tears brimmed her eyes, and she wiped them away before they could hit the page. She remembered reading through her mother’s favorite book—it was a book of poetry Jermaine did during his years in college. Despite Beija’s copy becoming a bit worn itself, she said that she had no idea what the original copy looked like or where it was. But now, Janiya had what she was sure to be the original copy. She sniffed before she grabbed the new notebook, and opened it to see the first page—‘I wrote what I saw. What do you see? Tell me,’ was written on the first page.
Janiya laughed to herself before she shook her head, closing the newer notebook. “Soon, daddy. I’ll tell you everything,” She said to herself.
She moved from the side of the bed to the head of it before she grabbed her music player. She put her earbuds in and turned on one of her playlists before she began to read through the poetry as she had done so many times before. Once she experienced college, maybe some of his poetry would start to make more sense. It would motivate her through her hard times and although she wasn’t able to see him all the time, Jermaine was always by her side in this manner. Soon enough, she hoped that she would be able to tell her own story of her life from this point forward and one day, she would tell Jermaine all about it.
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Did the one person who hurt you most in your life ever apologize?-No and I don't expect them to 60. What are some of your turn-ons?-Neck kissing, aggression, wondering hands, ear biting61. What are some of your turn-offs?-Skipping foreplay, not listening to what I say I want 62. Would you go skydiving?-Yes63. What are you thinking about right now?-How happy Faith makes me 64. Do you ever rent movies?-Sometimes65. Do you ever illegally download entertainment such as music, movies, etc.?-No66. What is your zodiac sign?-Gemini67. Do you believe in karma or predestiny?-Yeah 68. Is there anything you want to say to anyone right now?-Yeah69. Would you rather live a shorter life but be wealthy or live a longer life and struggle financially?-Wealthy 70. What is your stance on abortion?-Pro choice my dude71. Do you believe in ghosts?-ABSOLUTELY72. Who do you admire and why?-Lauren Sanderson because she never stops going after exactly what she wants and she doesn't settle for anything less than her dreams and she puts in all the hard work to get where she wants to be73. What was your worst experience while under the influence of drugs or alcohol?-I punched a wall at a party once 74. Have you ever had a near-death experience?-Yeah probably75. What do you daydream about?-I don't daydream76. Where do you want to live after retirement?-I don't know77. What would you change your first name to?-I wouldn't 78. If you believe in a God or Higher Power, what one question would you want to ask Him or Her?-why do you let your children suffer with illnesses like cancer and allowing some to be so unhappy they feel like suicide is their only option 79. Are you more optimistic or pessimistic?-I'm a lot more optimistic these days80. Are you more introverted or extroverted?-Introverted 81. What is your dream profession?-Acting, honestly 82. What do you worry about most?-My future and if im going to succeed 83. When was the last time you tried something new and what was it?-I honestly don't know 84. Who do you compare yourself to?-Nobody anymore85. What excites you about life?-Having the opportunity to love the girl that I do86. What five words would you use to describe your personality?-Funny, quiet, geek, weird, interesting87. What is one life lesson you learned the hard way?-sometimes things happen and you may not think it's for the best and it may be excruciating to go through, but you'll come out better at the end 88. What belief do you have that many people disagree with?-I don't know 89. If not now, then when?-What?90. Is it possible to lie without saying a word?-Yes91. What activities make you lose track of time?-Talking to Faith 92. If you had to teach an academic subject, what subject would you want to teach?-History93. What is your biggest regret?-I don't have regrets honestly 94. What will matter most to you when you're 80 years old?-If I was happy95. Are you a messy person or a clean person?-Eh a little of both 96. Are you a perfectionist?-Definitely not 97. How tall are you?-5'798. What is your guilty pleasure?-I don't have one 99. Do you prefer sweet or salty?-Sweet100. What is your favorite social media website?-Tumblr
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Tagged by my beloved tagging buddy @reivenesque
RULES: Answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions
1. COKE OR PEPSI: Coke though I don’t really care; I rarely ever drink soda and when I’m really thirsty I don’t care what’s in my glass
2. DISNEY OR DREAMWORKS: Disney used to be a safe bet the all the more recent disney movies have disappointement me in some way, and I’ve always liked Dreamworks’ characters design better. Also I’m in love with Spirit the Stallion of Cimarron and Sinbad.
3. COFFEE OR TEA: I’m a huge tea drinker, but not the tea you buy in bag right, the real tea that’s kinda expensive and that you drink with a slice of lemon or a lil bit of mil like a 19th century British aristocrat, but it’s not something I couldn’t live without. While coffee is a must have if you want to get something out of me before noon.
4. BOOKS OR MOVIES: If you’d asked me this question last year, i would hav said books, without the slightest hesitation. But now I’m a senior at uni and time is something I don’t have anymore, so I’ve turned to movies to entertain me (and fanfiction, always fanfiction, I’d rather not sleep than stop reading fanfiction).
5. WINDOWS OR MAC: I have both, but I don’t use them for the same stuff. I really like Mac for a number of reasons, but most of the time Windows is a better fit for whatever shady stuff I do on my laptop.
6. DC OR MARVEL: Marvel, that’s not even a real question.
7. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION: Playstation. I scarcely play but when I do, it’s on playstation.
8. DRAGON AGE OR MASS EFFECT: pardon my French but what the hell is that?
9. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY RISER: Early riser, not doubt. I’m a literal grandma, when the sun sets I go to bed, I need my 10 hours of sleep.
10. CARDS OR CHESS: Cards, I guess? by elimination bc I don’t play chess.
11. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA: Vanilla girl over there
12. VANS OR CONVERSE: Vans
13. LAVELLAN, TREVELYAN, CADASH, OR ADAAR: No idea what this means
14. FLUFF OR ANGST: I have nothing against fluff but most of the time people don’t know when to stop and it turns into a marshmallow shit fest, so angst (as long as I can look forward to a happy ending)
15. BEACH OR FOREST: Beach
16. DOGS OR CATS: LISTEN FOLKS, until a few days ago I would have said cats but I just got attacked by a murder crazed stray cat in the street and my right forearm still showcases an impressive number of bloody bite marks and scartches so fuck you cats, now I prefer dogs
17. CLEAR SKIES OR RAIN: Rain, i’m a rain kinda gal
18. COOKING OR EATING OUT: Is this an actual choice or am I simply too poor to afford eating out? I’ll have to go for cooking #LivingTheStudentLife
19. SPICY OR MILD FOOD: I am very sad to say that I have a weak, white-people constution and spicy food doesn’t sit well on my stomach even if I like eating it.
20. HALLOWEEN/SAMHAIN OR SOLSTICE/YULE/CHRISTMAS: Halloween
21. WOULD YOU RATHER FOREVER BE A LITTLE TOO COLD OR A LITTLE TOO HOT: Anyone who knows me knows that I have random heat strokes that are ruining my life and I hate above average temperatures which is why I constantly threaten to go live in Iceland. I’d rather be continuously cold than be a little too hot all the time. Actually, I’d rather die.
22. IF YOU COULD HAVE A SUPERPOWER WHAT WOULD IT BE: Something that has to do with the mind, nothing physical like super strength or the ability to fly. Like mind reading would be cool but not enough. Super intelligence probably, I don’t know if my ego can take it but I would sure like to know that wherever I go I’m always the smartest person in the room (cocky much? maybe a little bit)
23. ANIMATION OR LIVE ACTION: Animation I’d say
24. PARAGON OR RENEGADE: Still don’t know what that means
25. BATH OR SHOWER: Bath, with a book, and something to drink and music aaaah yesss
26. TEAM CAP OR TEAM IRONMAN: If I listen to my head: Team Ironman (I even made a ‘Team Ironman’ shirt for the Civil War premiere lol) but my heart tells me to go in whichever team Bucky Barnes is
27. FANTASY OR SCI-FI: Fantasy.
28. DO YOU HAVE 3 OR 4 FAVORITE QUOTES IF SO WHAT ARE THEY:
“A woman is only vulnerable when her nail polish is drying, and even then she can still pull a trigger.”
“My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.”- Laurell K. Hamilton
“You don’t understand an antagonist until you understand why he’s a protagonist in his own version of the world.”- John Rogers
What is bad for the heart is good for the art. The terrible irony of our lives as artists. - Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You the Sun
29. YOUTUBE OR NETFLIX: Youtube. Mainly because I don’t have Netflix, but I do watch more series than videos.
30. HARRY POTTER OR PERCY JACKSON: Harry Potter, what even is this question??
32. STAR WARS OR STAR TREK: S T A R W A R S (I have a Stormtrooper tattooed on my chest if it’s any indicator)
33. PAPERBACK BOOKS OR HARDCOVER BOOKS: Paperbacks, they are just more practical. But when I really like a series of books, I buy the Harcovers (Harry Potter, Twilight [yes well, I was young], most of my historical fictions)
34. FANTASTIC BEASTS OR CURSED CHILD: Fantastic Beasts. Let’s just not talk about the mess that was the cursed child plot.
35. ROCK OR POP MUSIC: If I have to choose, rock. But I listen to whatever sounds good to me, no discrimination of music genres here.
36. WHAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN YOUR LIFE: I’ll have to agree with @reivenesque and go with myself. Everything else is either materialistic or temporary. People are temporary and feelings are temporary, so I really would be a hypocrite if I said ‘love’ or ‘friendship’ because i’ve lost both already and all that’s left is me. Love yourself first guys.
37. THE LAST BOOK YOU READ/THE ONE YOU’RE CURRENTLY READING: Ooooh boy, I remember the last book I started, but not the last one I finished. Unless we’re talking fanfictions too? Well, the last piece of writing I finished is Mon Ami, Mon Amant, Mon Amour (My Friend, My Lover, My Love), by Laney (It’s a dramione fanfiction in French) and if we’re only talking actual published novels, I started The Dressmaker, by Rosalie Ham
38: SONG THAT MAKES YOU SMILE/SONG THAT MAKES YOU CRY: Don’t laug at me but Never Gonna Give You Up will never fail to put a smile on my face, and as for the sad one it’s Mad World (the Sense8 verion)
39. SUSHI OR WANTON SOUP: Sushis, I coudl live off of sushis
40. SPRING OR AUTUMN: Spring, because my birthday’s in Spring and it’s the end of school
41. DRAWING OR WRITING: Writing
42. SINGING OR DANCING: I can’t do either but that’s not what’s going to stop me from doing both
43. TV SHOW/MOVIE/BOOK THATS LIKE YOUR HAPPY PLACE, SOMETHING THAT ALWAYS MAKES YOU SMILE:
Movies: Mamma Mia!; 10 Things I hate about you; Ever After;
TV Shows: Sweet/Vicious; Gossip Girl; Merlin; Vicious
Books: Ella Enchanted, by Gail Carson Levine; After Class (Bucky Barnes fanfic) by Team Damon; The Politician’s Wife (Dramione fanfic) by pir8fancier; La Vie est une Chienne (Life’s a Bitch, dramione fanfic) by Brunhild-Ana
44. FIRST GOOD CHILDHOOD MEMORY THAT POPS INTO YOUR HEAD: nothing comes to mind if I’m being honest.
45. If you could be any animal what would you be and why?: If being a unicorn is off the table than I’m going to go for a cat. It’s both fluffy and deadly like me
46. What’s the best joke you’ve ever heard: I don’t like this kind of question, I usually forget every joke I’ve ever heard when someone asks me that and most of those I’m heard are in French anyway so... I swear I’m a funny person, but more like a sarcastic, quick on the draw kind of funny
I TAG @bathshebaa @malfoygasmic @s-kamimagines @iheartsatang @marvelsbitch @angelicawastaken @demonindistress @skamous @highsunflowerr
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I’m procrastinating and i found these so hello
1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?
if this is asking if i don’t believe in aliens then no bc they’re real
2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?
2? i like the dark but sometimes sitting alone in it makes me feel uneasy
3. The person you would never want to meet?
the president
4. What is your favorite word?
fuck
5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?
fuck trees i wanna be a succulent
6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?
i haven’t looked in any mirrors at all today who a i
7. What shirt are you wearing?
my fav brown sweater
8. What do you label yourself as?
a piece of shit
9. Bright room or dark room?
dark
10. What were you doing at midnight last night?
homework probably
11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?
20 has been nice
12. Who told you they loved you last?
my gf
13. Your worst enemy?
my brain
14. What is your current desktop picture?
well this isn’t my laptop so it’s whatever my ra set it as...which is a selfie of hers
15. Do you like someone?
my gf yo
16. The last song you listened to?
clc - meow meow
17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?
jacob sartorious
18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
myself
19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?
no one lmao i’m not fuckin barbaric
20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)
i love my lips and my butt
21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?
what kinda ridiculous question
22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?
umm i can lick my elbow
23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?
it’s not like a phobia but i get super bad anxiety when my phone isn’t in my hand or anywhere in my sight i just have to have it near me
24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.
i want a really good croque monsieur
25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?
put that shit in my bank acc
26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?
singapore
27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?
zombie bacardi rum
28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?
first rule is everyone has to give me attention and compliments
29. What is your favorite expletive?
i already answered this but it’s fuck or what the fuck or oh fuck
30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?
my stuffed sheep
31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
everything from birth up until i was 18
32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!
lmao i would go to my gf then take us to some cool island for ourselves
33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?
i just want my childhood dog sampson
34. What was your last dream about?
more like a nightmare but all my friends were beating me and yelling everything they hate about me lmao
35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?
i’ll just use person and no i am not bc i am barely one
36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?
yeah
37. Have you ever built a snowman?
fuck snowmen they always look ugly and messed up no matter how long you spend trynna make it look nice
38. What is the color of your socks?
uhh they’re my christmas socks they’re black with white snowflakes with red on the heel and toe
39. What type of music do you like?
all of it
40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?
sunset
41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?
strawberry
42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)
i don’t watch either
43. Do you have any scars?
lots
44. What do you want to be when you graduate?
an english teacher lmao
45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
my thoughts and emotions
46. Are you reliable?
yeah
47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?
did she let you name the kid daniel
48. Do you hold grudges?
most of the time yeah
49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?
none bye
50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?
i’ve had lots of unusual ones idk there’s not like a Most Unusual
51. Are you a good liar?
idk not really
52. How long could you go without talking?
i went a whole weekend before but i could probably go longer if no one bothered me
53. What has been you worst haircut/style?
when i had a really really short fringe yikes
54. Have you ever baked your own cake?
i fucking love baking everything
55. Can you do any accents other than your own?
i am the worst at accents
56. What do you like on your toast?
butter and cheese
57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?
i don’t remember when was the last time i drew??
58. What would be you dream car?
idk i’m not big on cars just something nice and reliable
59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.
i use a community shower so no lmao
60. Do you believe in aliens?
heck yes
61. Do you often read your horoscope?
just whenever it pops up
62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?
S
63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?
dragons but not like the european dragons i mean like the bakunawa
64. What do you think about babies?
i love them oawijflke
65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.
idk but anyway i’m done someone should do these too
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