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akvtsuki-ari · 4 years

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A Study In Body Language | ii. tidal separations

Warnings: depictions of opioid withdrawal/drug use (there's a mention of needles), general warnings for drug addiction and arguing.

Length: 4.4k

Authors Note: After abandoning this fic for like? a year? I’m back at it. I really love this concept a lot and I think the end result will be good so please stick with me and read it! Promise it’ll be good <33

Plot Summary: Spencer takes time off and you’re worried about what the future holds. Maybe it’s moral obligation that leads you to take care of Reid as he works through his vices, but maybe there's something more to it. You can’t say for sure.

Chapter 1

Story Preface: In the altruistic language of foreign tongue, and the flower lettering of love stories, it's important to remember the context. In which Spencer Reid and you will fall in love under the circumstantial evidence that the two of you exchange in the language that is physical, no symbolism or hidden messages but instead an abysmal means to end to find each other in places you never expect. In the image of storytelling, this is a Case Study In Body Language, and all of it's idealist beliefs and intentions.

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Midnight was detrimental to the human mind. The evidence of that was concise in the car ride between you and Dr. Spencer Reid. The space between tangible with tension and bubbling, simmering anger.

Your hands were fastened around the steering wheel, knuckles pale white. Spencer was sitting with his knees away from you - teeth gritted together in a symphony of misplaced emotions and projection. The silence was deafening - both of you looking at anything but the other person with angry and nonsensical confusion. The wind was blurring your eyesight as you drove down the highway to Spencer's apartment, an uncomplicated endeavor that suddenly had some great stakes to it that neither of you could prepare for. Every detail was carefully placed in order to cause the most destruction. The sound of the bottles in the back clicking together, the silence of the entire city at 3am you and Spencers generally disheveled appearance. All things that seem culminated together to create a perfect disaster - it was almost poetic.

Spencer cleared his throat, swallowing his pride as he turned his head to look at you. You were entirely still - nothing was moving except the fact he could see your toes curling in your shoes. It was a rapid and anxious movement, a way for the emotion to escape you while not showing anything else. Your jaw was forcibly still like you were telling yourself to keep it still. You were, gritted teeth and fists just begging to pound on Spencer's chest and knock some fucking sense into him.

Spencer folds first, the silence begging to cut your tightrope friendship entirely. This outcome was beyond your words and description - neither unexpected or catastrophic, but rather heavy. A heavyweight on the both of your shoulders, tied to each other in social contract. Was it respect that kept your hands away from your phone the second you saw? Was it friendship? Or was it something bigger, much more vast than either of you that was bordering indescribable. The silence begged many questions, but most of all it begged to broken. You and Spencer forced to put the pieces together.

“Y/N, listen,” his voice was calm - it was clear this speech was well-practiced and it pissed you off further. You shut your eyes with exasperation, as your tongue swipes the back of your teeth, physically trying to hold it back from calling him a fucking dumbass. You still might, but a selfish part of you was urged to just wait and hear his explanation.

“I’m fine - but please don’t tell the team, I don’t need them worrying about me,” Spencer rushed the words as if they were being beaten out of him. You laugh angrily and swerve your car into a parking lot on the next turn. Spencer looks at you curiously as you stop in - opening his mouth to speak, words replaced quickly with the sound of your voice.

“Oh, are you fucking kidding me? Are you genuinely fucking serious?,” your voice is beyond angry. Spencer's defense raises as he realizes the situation - as both of you play the other side of the court.

“I seriously cannot believe you - I knew you were a selfish prick, but fucking seriously? Jesus Christ, Spencer what do you think happens now?,” your voice borders a scream as you look at him, eyes blurry, fingers shaking. You want to hit him, punch him, anything to knock him to his sense but you don’t, the urge pulsating through your every nerve.

“What are you talking about? You were the one following me but this has nothing to fucking do with you! You’re supposed to just leave this alone, and I’m asking you a favor - what is complicated about that? This doesn’t concern you, so stay out of it!,” His voice is laced with dishonesty, hidden by anger but his selfishness prompts your frustration further. You want to correct him, to get it through his thick skull that this is bigger than him and you - that this has to do with the team and people he cares for but you’re too frustrated.

“I seriously can’t fucking believe you and to be honest, I cannot deal with having this conversation with someone so fucking stupid - I’m throwing away your stash and dropping you off at home - I’ll deal with you tomorrow,” you say exasperated. You were sick for fucksake, nose still dripping and voice already hoarse from before. Too many demons in your own life for you to fight his at 3am. Not tonight anyway.

“No, you can’t throw it away,” his voice nearly reads as a plea but you shoot him a look - one so sharp you suspect if you acted on that expression, he’d knocked out with a bruise on him.

The rest of the car ride passes in total silence, no gritting of teeth or anger left, all replaced with different kinds of exhaustion. Different kinds of frustration creating this chokehold on both of you as the long night become darker by nature - maybe as a show and tell for the plays that both of you are forced to make. To look into another's darkness without warning is a scary place to be, Both of you find yourself to explore together - the consequences were still unclear.

You dropped Spencer off at his apartment, and you drive home. Comforted by the solitude but unable to focus on anything but the road without feeling fear stir in your chest. The feeling wasn’t out of place but it wasn’t what you were expecting.

You feel your throat tightening as you walk into your own apartment, and walk into your kitchen - putting on coffee and rubbing your face with exasperation. The sleeplessness is replaced with jittery caffeination as you watch the sunrise through the window of your apartment. The darkness still seems to wane - but maybe that was the exhaustion talking.

Work called in like expecting but the morning lacked any feeling of normalcy expected. You were less angry now, surely. Everything was left feeling sticky in a sense - a long term discomfort surrounding everything you did, and the only thing that would relieve it would be seeing Spencer. After the anger subsided you just hoped he didn’t do anything stupid, but you weren’t close enough for the two of you to just talk or for you to text him. So you spent the whole night looking at lots of nothing while your mind went a hundred different places trying to figure out how you got here.

Walking into the BAU was helpful - it was grounding, a well-needed kind of sanity. You were one of the few people on earth that was comforted by a place many would consider dark, but it was home. A home with people to hold you still, and love to make you weep, something you didn’t normally experience. Something you’d never really experienced before, anyways.

Emily is the first to greet you, looking at you intently before laughing - partly concerned. You smile at her weakly, sending her a wave.

“Rough night?,” she asks lightly, you laugh playfully and nod. She looks at you fondly, pushing her hair behind her ears.

“Being sick is quite disruptive to sleep apparently,” you remark with sarcasm. She nods and smiles sympathetically.

“We don’t have a case today, Hotch might agree to let you stay home another day,” she comments. You shake your head.

“Still gotta catch up on paperwork,” you say sighing. She nods again and theres a few seconds of comfortable silence.

“Hey, Emily - do you know where Spence is?,” you ask carefully. She shoots you a curious look but answers your question.

“He called Hotch last night and took some time off, said it was something to do with his mom. Haven’t spoken to him since yesterday,” she says, recalling that very conversation.

Something in you drops, as you sit up straight. Emily looks at you confused, but you don't have any clue on how to explain so you don’t. Instead, you stand up and look for Hotch whose in his office.

“On second thought, I think I’m gonna go ask Hotch to take another day,” you say, voice hoarse. Emily just nods at you, dazed in her own right.

“Thanks, Em, see you soon,” you say as you rush over to Hotch’s office. He looks at you as you pop the door open, and greet him. You swallow thickly, your words seeming to be stuck to your throat as you speak them - unable to do anything but rush. Your every movement and expression feel that way - like time is moving too fast and too slow all at once.

Hotch looks at you concerned, sensing your urgency as you walk in and close the door behind you.

“Hey Hotch, can I talk to you?,” you repeat the question meekly.

“Of course, Y/N,” he says to you, brows furrowed tightly with worry.

“I wanted to request some time off, something is going on back home and - ,” your voice sounds like its going to break, so Hotch stops you.

“Take as much time as you need, we’ll be here when things settle,” He speaks knowingly, the only one on the whole team who does know anything about it. It wasn’t technically a lie either, but it was happenstance that you were taking time off for it.

“Thanks, Hotch,” you reply softly. He nods at you and you’re on your way out of the door. No one else is in, and Emily isn’t in sight so you slip away entirely undetected.

The car ride to Spencer's house makes your skin itch. You can’t get dark thoughts out of your head, struggling to drive there in the first place. Worry blossoms in your chest and every stoplight seems to stimulate the feeling. Every moment that you aren’t sure is another moment Spencer could be doing something detrimental and you can’t have that guilt resting in you.

You rush up his apartment stairs, and knock on the door. Silence. You shake yourself, trying to regain some balance before you knock again - voice small as your call to Spencer on the other side.

“Are you okay?, Spencer,” your voice echoes in the empty hallways - seeming to loom over both of you. Every movement you make is calculated, and precise.

Spencer lays against the other side of the door, slumped up against it with exhaustion. He knows he’s experienced minor withdrawals, he hasn’t gotten high in days and its working him heavily. His skin is hot against his clothes, eyes dilated, breathing through his mouth as he tried his best to stay still and relax. Pain shoots within his muscles as he fixates himself on anything, anything to keep him afloat. He hears your voice and winces.

“I’m fine, Y/N, leave me alone,” he croaks out. You sigh with relief but know you can’t leave.

“Just open the door, Spencer,” you say sighing. He feels a shiver run down his spine and shakes his head as if you can see him.

“This has nothing to do with you, Y/N. I don’t understand what you’re here for in the first place, you’re not gonna be some hero for finding this out. I gotta say I am impressed that you figured it out first though, I always figured you were kinda incompetent,” his breathing is heavy, taking an edge of his words. It stings to hear since you know he still means them but you don’t have the energy to complain. You sit down, back against his door and sigh.

“You really are an absolute dickhead,” you say more to yourself than anyone else, growing frustrated. You rub your face in your heads, your legs up to your chest and you sigh aloud - annoyed.

“Just leave me alone already,” his words hold sincerity in them. He sincerely doesn’t like you, and neither do you - but the two of you knew that already - before your relationship was purely political but it was forced to go deeper than that. This feeling was a cross between pure annoyance and frustration - you didn’t know someone's existence could be so frustrating but you found yourself here.

“What do you want Spencer? Do you want some emotional speech about how you shouldn’t do this, and how you’re stronger than this? Well, fuck you - you’re not getting that out of me. I’m not fucking JJ, or Penelope, or anyone else for that matter. To be honest, I don’t give a single shit about your life outside of work and I’ve always planned on keeping that way. This situation, my presence here - we lie in this bed together. I’m not JJ, I’m not gonna pretend to be here out of some deep-rooted platonic love. We’re co-workers, and I’m a decent fucking person so I’m not gonna let you sit here and rot-away. Why? Because JJ, Derek, Emily, Penelope, and Hotch all care for you and I care about them. I’m not gonna let you ruin yourself and be a selfish prick - so open the fucking door and let me help so you can actually get better. After that, I’ll keep your dirty little secret,”

Your speech is given unwavering, and every word you said held a specific weight. You were right, and that was ultimately the problem. You weren’t close to Spencer, but you were close to the team. He knew you were doing this because you had too, solely out of moral obligation - he knew that you understood that something was objectively wrong. And maybe that was the problem - none of this was personal to you. You were actually just trying to help because you knew he needed it - he had no intrusive thoughts about something so objective. He sighs heavily, letting tears escape him. Weakly, he stands up and opens the door slightly.

You walk into Spencer's apartment and scan the room. It’s a mess, books stacked up untidily along with take-out boxes and plastic water-bottle littering random areas. Fresh needles sat on the edge of his desk, and you winced at their presence - the whole thing too familiar. Spencer sitting on the couch dazed off. You know immediately.

“Withdrawal,” you mumble to yourself. He looks at you confused.

“How?,”

“Not important. How many days has it been since you showered?” you ask. He can’t seem to remember and you sigh.

“When was the last time you ate?,” you ask again. He shuts his eyes, lids twitching before he responds.

“Last night,” he says again. You check his temperature and his body is hot. You sigh.

“How long can you be alone for?,” you ask. He shakes his head, rubbing his face.

“An hour, at most,” he admits to you quietly. You sigh, standing up and giving him a tight hug. It’s unexpected, and not something he was used to but the comfort was so... comforting he couldn’t refuse. You feel hot tears land onto your abdomen as you sigh, rubbing Spencer's back with understanding.

“Leave the door unlocked in case you fall asleep, I’ll be back in half an hour. I’m gonna put on a nature documentary, so just watch that and just try to focus on it. When I come back, tell me something you didn't know already or correct something that was wrong - that’s your homework for the next half-hour, okay?” you say softly. Your tone of voice was warm, and knowing. This process seemed familiar to you but Spencer decides against saying anything.

You put on some animal planet on your laptop, and go off on your way, letting Spencer watch and focus intently. He finds his eyes shutting as time passes, and falls asleep.

Spencer wakes up to the sound of pots and pans in his kitchen. He doesn’t think he’s ever used his kitchen so he’s startled at first. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand as he walks into his kitchen to see you. You’re wearing an apron and bandanna, a long shirt and leggings. He’s never seen you like this, watching with intent as you fidget with the knobs on his oven. The smell of pasta and garlic hit him with ferocity and his stomach grumbles. You startled by his presence and turn to look at him. He finds himself overwhelmed and slips out a quiet hello.

“Hey, Spencer. How’d you sleep?,” you ask the question casually. He blinks again and looks at you.

“Well,” his response is dry. You start washing dishes in the kitchen sink as the oven turns off and Spencer finds himself walking closer to the island in the middle of it. He takes a seat, seeing fresh fruit and a glass of water poured out for him.

“They had some strawberries on sale, so I cut them up for you. Vitamin C is good for you right now, and you need to eat anyways - so have some,” you explain, mindlessly washing away. You shake your head at how many seem to be in the sink, probably a lot of weeks of build-up. It makes you wonder if anyone comes by.

“Why’re you doing this,” he asks before he can stop himself. He flinches at the sound of his voice, gravelly and exhausted. You know the questions coming, but you can’t give him a good answer yet. You figure it’s worth a shot to try.

“Recovery is a slow thing. The small things are what can be the most overwhelming when you’re trying to get better and I want you to get better” you say as honestly as possible.

“But why?” he asks again. Not urgent, just curious. You turn the water off and look at him

“It’s a story for when I know you a little better Spence,”

The answer seems to satisfy him, as he looks down.

His voice is barely a whisper as he looks at you, watching you bend down and pull out a tray of lasagna. He watches you so carefully, he finds his heart, stirring - unsure of why. He smiles, a very small, but genuine smile as you place the lasagna on the counter. You look to him and give him a tight-lipped smile back.

“It’ll be a minute before this cools, so I suggest you take a shower, or bath or something,” you suggest. Spencer winces, the thought of being alone in the bathroom making his skin crawl. He’s brain wracks itself with the idea of being alone again, that loneliness is what got him here in the first place and to be anywhere but there is so relieving. His eyes are hollow when he thinks about it. You see his expression and yours softens.

“I know it’s tough if you want I can massage your head with shampoo or something before you go in - make it a little less daunting. My little cousin likes it because he’s scared of the sound the shower makes, so it might help,” you explain. Spencer blushes, but the idea isn’t all that bad. A little embarrassing but it’d be nice. Plus his head hurts, so it’s not all that bad of an idea. He scratches the back of his neck and nods.

“Thank you,” his voice is barely above a whisper. You look at Spencer tenderly, and you sit down at the island next to him. He turns his body, neck stretching as he looks at you exhausted.

“You’re gonna be fine, Spencer. It’s not gonna be easy because this type of thing, it just seems to follow you. It’ll feel like it’s everywhere at first, but it isn’t. Keep your head up, if not for you - for the people who need you like Diana and the team,” you explained gently. Spencer and you weren’t ever very close but his mother loved you. Even if she couldn’t remember you, she always had a pleasant reaction to your name when she was feeling okay. She had met you when Spencer brought her into the BAU for a case.

Spencer's eyes shift their focus onto you and for the first time in his life, his reaction to you wasn’t so unpleasant. It was still strained, still difficult and unruly - but different. It was humanizing to see you like that. He nods at you, dazed. You give him an awkward smile.

“C’mon, let's get you cleaned up,” you say, softly. Spencer blushes as he leads you to the bathroom

“I’m starting to realize, I don’t actually know anything about you,” Spencer muses softly. Your fingers are tucked away in his curls, white bubbles of foam and shampoo between them as you work Spencer scalp. His hair was greasy, but that's probably because he used that terrible 4-in-1 stuff before. You figured you’d be there for a while anyway, so you ended up using your own products. Disgusted at the fact he was a grown man and still used 4-in-1. Who does that?

“I don’t really talk a lot about what I do outside of work,” you reply casually. You scratch a part of Spencer scalp and watch his neck crane in delight like he was a small dog. You stifle your laughter.

“What do you do then?” Spencer asks.

“I volunteer with kids, mostly. I help them learn to read at the library nearby, you know - read with them and help them pick out new stories to learn together,” you say sincerely. Spencer is softened by your words.

“That's really nice,” Spencer comments. You laugh.

“I guess so. It’s just something I do, you know? Kids are wonderful, they have so much wonder about life. It’s all sincere, too. It’s more fun to read with people whose imaginations are so big, seeing them make up their own world,” you say affectionately. Spencer nods in agreement.

“Yeah,”

There's a moment of comfortable silence before Spencer finds himself curious again.

“What else do you do in your spare time?,”

“I try to volunteer as much as I can, just in general. Soup kitchens, animal shelters, that kind of thing. If I’m taking some personal time, I cook a lot. I’ll invite some people over and have a small dinner party. I’d invite the BAU sometime but that's kinda Rossi’s thing so I wouldn’t wanna intrude,” you say softly. Spencer notes that none of those things are really all that personal.

“Those are all things you do for other people, though. What do you do for you?,” Spencer asks again. You feel something stir in you at the question, and you shift. You become a little suddenly aware at the fact that Spencer's head is between your thighs but you can’t say anything about it.

“I listen to music a lot. I cross-stitch sometimes but that makes me sound super old. I bake a lot too, loaves of bread and bagels and sometimes desserts but I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. I really enjoy my me-time so I have very long-winded self-care routines that I do to loosen up and feel pampered. It’s nice,” you say shyly. You’re not used to the question, about what you do for you. It feels vain to answer. Spencer seems intrigued by that.

“Self-care routine?,” Spencer eggs on. You chuckle at his curiosity.

“Skincare, self-pampering, shit like that. Most women have like 3 different versions and they vary based on how much time they have. I’m a working woman, so I have a version for cases and a version for weekends alone and a version for going out. I can’t speak for guys here, so I won’t but yeah,”

“You know, it’s been proven time and time again that it’s majorly beneficial for people of any gender to take time off to attend to personal needs. It’s shown major benefits in overall happiness, mood, and overall attitude,” Spencer repeats back. You give a small smile, it finally feels more like Spencer.

“Take your own advice, genius,” you comment back sarcastically. Spencer laughs, leaning into your fingers without much thought. He’s visibly more comfortable than he was before. It makes you comfortable too.

“Alright, you feeling okay to go shower, kid?,” you ask Spencer. He does, but he find himself a little disappointed. The nickname bounces around his head for a moment before he laughs again. His voice is light.

“Yeah, yeah I think I’m okay. Thank you,” He stands up and so do you, and the two of you look at each other for what feels like a few seconds too long. You look at him, the old t-shirt he’s in, and his pajama pants and you can’t help the way your heart bangs against the cage of your chest. It could’ve been a lot of things, maybe the fluorescent lightning or the way that your hands were covered in shampoo, or the way Spencer stood a little slumped and sleepy. You didn’t want to kiss him. You were just compelled to give him a break, and maybe that was worse. Feeling compelled to give someone empathy even though a small part of you always felt like they were a complete asshole. Feeling moved by someone's vulnerability so much you almost give them a pass, yes certainly that was more dangerous.

You don’t say anything, you just give Spencer a smile and a pat on his chest. He hates the way he takes notice of the feeling.

“I’m gonna set up dinner, and we can watch Harry Potter,” It was the one thing you two had in common before all this. He nods.

“Okay, yeah, that works. Thanks,” he says again more softly. He wants to say more, and in a way so do you but neither of you does. You wash your hands of the shampoo and close the door behind you. Your eyes flutter closed for a moment as you listen to the water run and think to yourself. It was by pure circumstance that you ended up here, really. The way every move had made thus far, though it felt so careful feels beyond your control. You weren’t alone for the first time in a long time and this feeling keeps weighing on you. More dangerous than love is empathy. Empathy for someone so stupid and selfish, it made you feel strange. Yet it was there. Yet, you were there.

Spencer understood the feeling. Guardian Angel, the term bounced around in Spencer's mind as he showered. The feeling of your fingers still on his mind. Not alone, for the first time in too long. Strange is such a phenomenon.

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ssixa · 4 years

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Chance Encounter//Mark Tuan x Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe

Pairing: Black Fem ReaderxMark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 4.4K

Warning: explicit language

A/n: uploading this while I’m in the middle of lecture. Nothing crazy to add though. I was trying to be more specific with the collage, but why is it so hard to find a picture of an actual black woman arm?! (this will most definitely make sense when you read this chapter lol). I really try not to use the same photos twice, but it happens. hope y’all enjoy chapter 3!

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter 3

For shifts being 12 hours long, they always seem to go by quickly. Fortunately, this shift was one of them. Nothing else crazy happened the rest of the shift. More flirting from Mr. Tuan, more me getting slightly flustered by it, got in an argument with a confused elderly patient who...well...it’s too long to explain, actually got to eat dinner, etc. Before I knew it, it was 6:50am. I was finishing up on my last bit of charting when I heard the patient phone at the desk go off. I groveled because I was hoping it wasn’t one of my patient’s who needed something extensive done. I got up and headed to the phone. I checked the screen and saw a room number I know all too well...Mr. Tuan. I answer the phone,

“How may I help you?” I question just like I do any other patient.

“Oh, I was wondering if I could get a cup of coffee” he says politely.

“Sure! how many creamers and sugars” I respond.

“Um, how about 3 creamers and 6 sugars?” he responds giddily.

“Coming right up” I speak up happily. Maybe a little too happily because all I receive is a giggle at the end. I’m just happy that the request wasn’t anything major that involved me having to leave super late like I normally do. It definitely isn’t that Mark’s face would be the last face (of my patients) I would see before going home. I head to the pantry where the snacks and juices are located. I remember the nurses mentioning making a fresh pot of coffee a little while earlier, while I prefer my red bull. I grab a little styrofoam cup, fill it up with coffee, grab the requested amount of creamers and sugars, and head to Mark’s room.

I reach Mark’s room and proceed to knock. I make my way in and I’m greeted by a bright smile so early in the morning, the poor guy looked tired though. The one of a few downsides of night shift is having to wake up patients while they sleep. I know I’m angry when someone wakes me up from my slumber, so I try to be as polite to them when I go into their rooms at 3am in the morning. I set the coffee, creamers, and sugars down on the table and pull the table across him so it’s an easier reach; and also that breakfast would be served soon so there won’t be much to do for the people bringing the food.

Once I set down everything, I look to Mark who just has a tired smile on his face.

I begin brightly, “hope you enjoy your coffee Mr. Taun.”

He looked at me with such a calm look, I guess he was done with the flirting from doing it all night. He comments,

“You seem happy to see me so early in the morning”, maybe I jumped the broom to think he was done with the flirting.

“Well I’m happy that I get to go home in a few minutes and sleep until coming back tonight. Also the fact that your request isn’t something to keep me here for a long time” I reply happily.

“So, you’re coming back tonight? Do you ever get enough sleep?” he questions.

“I do, but luckily I only work weekend nights so my sleep schedule doesn’t get super messed up.”

“Oh so you at least get the week off, that’s good” he says earnestly.

“Well, kinda. I have another job I work during the week and on Saturday mornings. So I end up going from there, then home for a little while, then come here for the night” I reply nonchalantly.

“Do you ever rest? You must be tired a lot” he says slightly concerned.

“Well look who’s talking Mr. Idol” I laugh.

“Yeah you have a point, but just make sure not to push yourself too much. I can at least vouch the damage exhaustion can do” he solemnly replies.

“Don’t worry, once fall starts I won’t be working as much because of school” I say.

“You’re in school too! You’re insane you know that right haha” he laughs.

“And like I said before, look who’s talking Mr. Idol” I laugh along. I don’t understand why he’s so worried when everyone who knows idol life knows how hard and tiresome it is. It’s sweet though. I look at my watch and see it’s already 7am.

“Well mr. Tuan, I have to go now, my bed is calling for me. I’ll probably see you later tonight” I state walking towards the door. He looks at me with slight confusion,

“Are you not going to be my tech tonight?”

“What? will you miss me if I’m not?” I say sarcastically

“Yes…” I hate when he does that. He gets so serious all of the sudden and I know he’s just trying to mess with me, well not this time pretty boy.

“Oh yeah sure, I bet you’ll just miss teasing me. I only say that ‘probably’ because they could switch my rooming assignments, but to be honest, that rarely ever happens with me since I only work two shifts back to back” I conclude. For a second I thought I saw a slight smile, what a weird dude. We say our sorta last goodbye and I leave the room. Though it’s been an exciting and yet weird shift, I’m just happy to be finally going home.

~Later That Day~

Back again for another shift. Everything is the same as last night and previous shifts. When I check the census, I see that I have one less patient. I guess someone was discharged during the day, good, one less person to look after. I make my way around my rooms, happily greeting my patients who are happy and surprised to see me back again. Then I reach Mark’s room, yet again, a couple deep breaths and my knuckles hit the wooden door. I walk in and I’m greeted by a soft smile...wow...didn’t realize how I missed that smile within a short amount of time. This whole thing is still so surreal to me.

I see that the manager’s back, but luckily no death glares this time. He actually looks at me pleasantly and I look at Mark,

“Um, Mr. Tuan, did you tell your manager something about me? He doesn’t look like he wants to kill me like he looked yesterday”I question slightly side eyeing the manager.

“Oh, I just told him how great you were last night, even put up with my annoyingness. He found it impressive that anyone could put up with me for 12 hours straight that wasn’t him, other managers, and the members” he laughed.

“That makes a lot more sense, I’m glad then. Honestly though, I still see you as the quiet member even though there are plenty of videos that truly prove the opposite” I mention.

“Yeah, I’m still pretty introverted though. The members really bring out my goofy side” he scoffs. I can tell that his members really mean a lot to him, it’s really in the eyes. The small glint I saw in his eyes for just a second, it was really...beautiful. y/n, this isn’t the time. I continue on with the typical routine where I get his vitals and ask the same questions. I even asked his manager if he wanted anything and he asked for a cup of coffee; no problem there. Since I wanted to get more on his good side, I decided to get it for him and add in some graham crackers with it (nice touch y/n).

Mark watched as I gave his manager the requested item plus the bonus gift. He smirks,

“Really? I don’t recall him asking for crackers. Someone’s trying to make a good impression, but why don’t you treat me that nicely? When I asked for coffee this morning, you really only just brought what I asked” he whined with puppy dog eyes.

“First, you got me on his good side so I would love to keep it that way. Also the fact that he has to keep tabs on you and the other 6 members, I feel for him. So of course I would like to show my appreciation towards him. He must also really be worried about you...ya know” I say shyly. Thank goodness I’m wearing a mask…

“M-my y-y/n is so caring” Mark fake sobs. I roll my eyes at the over acting. For someone so quiet and yet so loud, Mark will never make any sense to me. I continue on with small talk, but excuse myself to finish up my vital roundings. I say goodbye to Mark and the manager and be on my way.

I had a gut feeling that tonight’s shift wasn’t going to go as smoothly as last night’s. It always happens that way unfortunately. Though I had one patient discharge during the day shift, I gained two more meaning my section was close to its max. One particular new patient had some extra strength for being elderly; she would make a great teammate on a kickball team. While the nurse was trying to get her info and do her duty to get her fully admitted she started kicking and screaming. Another nurse came to help and I entered the room not long after. It was quite the sight though, both nurses having to hold down the limbs of the patient. I told the other nurse that I got it and she would be ok to leave since this technically wasn’t her patient to deal with. She nodded and I took her position holding the patient’s legs.

An intense stare off between my new patient and I was a battle I knew I could win. I could tell by her eyes, and because I got a report on her from the nurse before she arrived, that she wasn't all there in the head. As the nurse started putting the restraints on our new patient, I slowly let go of her legs because it seemed she had calmed down a bit, boy oh boy was that a mistake. Only about a minute after letting go of her legs do I find a foot flying in my direction. I managed to shield my face with my forearm and block it, but I knew a bruise would be forming there pretty soon and my arm would be sore for a while. I wince in pain, but managed to grab her legs again until we would be able to restrain her. The nurse looked at me and began to ask,

“y/n you ok? That looked like a nasty hit” said the nurse.

“Yeah I’m fine, I just know I shouldn’t push myself for a while” I say to her. She looked and nodded in agreement. She double checks my arm to make sure nothing is out of place and deems I should be alright. I thanked her, asked if there was anything she needed me to do and she said no. I walked out and went to sit at one of the computers to try and clear my mind. After a little while I decided it was best to get some ice and some gauze to wrap and cool off my hurt arm to reduce any possible swelling that could occur. By the time I was done, I saw it was about the time for me to check up on my patients and to see if they needed anything. I made my way room to room while keeping the small ice pack on my arm. Fortunately, I was able to keep it hidden from the majority of the patients (some were asleep at this point anyways)...key word is majority. When I got to Mark’s room, I knocked slightly afraid he would be asleep and I didn’t want to wake him. He was awake, of course, and talking on the phone. When he heard me open the door he turned his head and smiled,

“Hey y/n, great timing! I’m chatting with the members, do you want to say hi?” he asked. This I was very grateful for since the last time was very much a surprise.

“Um sure, as long as I’m not interrupting anything” I say softly.

“Nah, they never do anything that important or they wouldn’t be talking to me” he laughed. The laughing quickly halted when he noticed the ice pack on my arm.

“y/n, what happened to your arm?” he questions, unable to take his eyes off my injured arm.

“Oh nothing to worry about” I smile and wave the hand of the injured arm. Big mistake. I slightly winced a bit and put the ice pack right back down on the arm. Mark mutes the facetime call and flips his phone over. He grabs my arm to bring it closer to him and again I slightly wince in pain.

“y/n...what happened?” he deadpanned.

“Honestly it’s nothing, one of my new patients just has a killer kick for being in her 80s. It’s fine, but unfortunately no bath for you tonight” I laughed, but he didn’t. He looks a bit concerned, but I try my best to brush off his worries.

“Mr. Tuan I promise it’s nothing serious. In retrospect, I should be the one worried about you given I’m a fan” I say trying to make light of the moment. It partially works, but I know the worry is still there.

“y/n you don’t have to worry about the bath. The doctor came by and said I could move around with some assistance so I’ll just hop into the shower chair. Luckily, I don’t think I’ll plan a shower for tonight...it’s not like I’ve done much but sit here” he laughed lightly. I smiled glad he was over it, but forgot he was still kinda holding onto my arm.

“Um Mr. Tuan, you’re still kinda holding on to my arm and if you don’t mind I would like to put the ice pack back on it before any possible swelling occurs” I laugh. His eyes grow big, fully forgetting that he has a hold of my arm. He lets go quickly and the room is filled with an awkward silence. Well, almost silent. We started hearing noises and I started getting a little creeped out because...night shift. That’s when I remembered,

“Mr. Tuan I would’ve hoped to have befriended your group members by now. You might want to show you're still alive before they think I did something to you” I laugh. He realizes the whole purpose of me being in the room was that I get to talk to his members. He flipped the phone back over and un-muted it,

“Hey~ sorry idiots, I had to talk to y/n about something” Mark started.

“Who you callin an idiot...idiot” BamBam replied almost instantly. Wow so he really is this extra even when not around fans and cameras huh.

“So are we going to get to meet her or what?” Yugyeom blurts out in Korean. I laugh a little at how childish this giant is. Mark turns the camera to me and I’m met with five faces I’ve grown to know since debut.

“Hi~ I’m y/n and I’m such a big fan! Like this is honestly crazy, though I would’ve loved to meet y’all in a different situation” I relay softly.

“AYE WASSUP y/n!!” Jackson screams

“Jackson you’re too loud, but hello y/n it is nice to finally meet you” Jinyoung says with a sweet motherly smile. I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, this is all super crazy.

As I continue to receive warm greetings from the five I realize there’s someone missing. I look to Mark and whisper,

“Where’s JB?”

He roles his eyes and proceeds with

“He had some songs he was working on so he couldn’t join” he replied.

“Wow she really must be head over heels for JB huh?” I hear Jackson comment. I panic slightly,

“I was just wondering where he was, I would’ve wondered the same about any of y’all if a person wasn’t here!” I ramble.

“...wait, but how---Mr. Tuan you didn’t!!” I look at Mark with daggers that're sharper than any needle. He raised his arms up in defensive mode quickly and rebutted,

“I promise I didn’t say anything! I learned my lesson last time so I kept my mouth shut I promise!” he said hysterically, but trying to laugh away the situation. I keep the daggers on him until I hear someone speak up in Korean

“JB was actually texting us and bragging about how he’s your favorite member and your favorite idol overall” Youngjae speaks up laughingly. I look at Mark and he translates what Youngjae just said, but I find it hard to believe.

“Jackson is Mr. Tuan translation right or will I have to make his hospital stay longer?” I said evilly.

“No, his translation was right, JB was bragging about it in the group chat” Jackson said irritatedly. I was shocked, like I can’t believe my bias was this excited that I’m one of his fans.

“But on your favorite list, what place am I on there sweetheart?” he smirked. Really, this again? And paired with the smirk too...Lord help me.

“Umm~ are you sure you want to know?” I question.

“You and I are tied Jackson. She’s been a fan of Markson so you can tell she’s been around for a while” Mark interjects.

“I’m pretty sure he asked me the question, Markipoo~”I roll my eyes

“I told you not to call me that!!” he grumbled. Laughter filled the room from me and the boys on the facetime call.

“OMG she knows about the nickname!!” BamBam exclaimed. All the boys had tears welling up in their eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh along too, though I had to keep my voice down. Not that I would get in trouble, but I’m at work so I don’t want to seem like I’m just hanging out too much. Then again, I’m done with all my duties for a while so it’s not too crazy to stay here for a little while.

“But, Mark is right. JB is my favorite member, but Mark and Jackson are tied for second. Even then, apart from JB being my favorite member that doesn’t mean I love y’all any less. I think I would equally pass out if I met any of y’all in real life” I mention.

“Well?” Jinyoung questions

“Well...what?” I asked back confused.

“You’re not passed out” Yugyeom finished.

“Haha, well at this point I don’t think I could be surprised by Mr. Tuan anymore” I laugh tiredly. I could tell they wanted me to continue given their curious looks.

“Well, first I didn’t even know it was this Mark Tuan that was my patient last night. He also tended to be a big flirt and joker throughout my shift last night. Then, though I was grateful, he rudely surprised me with a video call with JB. Then I came back in here, but fortunately he at least offered to tell me ahead of time that I would get to talk to you all. So though I’m still a bit nervous getting to meet y’all, I’m beyond the moon right now” I conclude. Wasn’t sure if all I just said made sense, but luckily Mark jumps in to translate to the members that are less fluent in English. Thank goodness to Mark. A chorus of ah’s made their way into the room when Mark finished explaining which signaled an understanding.

The conversation continued on naturally until I heard the intercom come on,

“Hey y/n room 123 needs some assistance whenever you’re available” the nurse said.

“Okie dokie, thanks. I’ll head there now” I reply.

“Well looks like duty calls, it was so nice meeting you all finally!” I continue on happily.

“Awe, bye y/n! Hope we can meet again soon!” Youngjae says. The boys follow with similar melodic phrases as we both said our goodbyes.

As I was walking out, I say my last goodbye to Mark and that I would be back later when I made my rounds for vitals.

“Okay, see you later sweetie” Mark joked.

“Yeah yeah whatever” I roll my eyes, exiting the room with a smile. That boy is such a headache sometimes, I swear. Welp, I better go help this patient. I know exactly what this patient’s deal is so I know to hurry because they need to get up to use the bathroom.

*Mark’s POV*

“Sweetheart huh?” Jackson raises an eyebrow.

“Oh shut up, Jackson. That’s how I’ve been messing with her this whole time, though it seems like she’s used to it by now” Mark speaks up.

“Yeah~ sure, but we’ve never known you to flirt like that especially without other fans and cameras around because at that point you would be forced to. Does our Markipoo have a crush?” Jinyoung taunts.

“You would think I would get more respect as the oldest” Mark sighs

“Haha nope, never” BamBam grins.

“But really Mark, you sure you're not seeing y/n any other way. Your eyes seem to tell something different” Jackson brings up.

“I promise it’s nothing, being here is really boring so y/n is just simple entertainment. Really, you should’ve seen her reactions when we first met” Mark says laughingly.

“Ok bro, just checking to make sure” BamBam replies.

*y/n’s POV*

The rest of the shift goes by not as eventfully as the earlier in the shift, but what shift goes by without a bit of craziness. I reach the end of the shift and I’m sitting down at the computer catching up on some back charting.

“How do I always get caught in this situation? Ugh, I’m going to be here for a while” I mumbled under my breath. Next thing I hear is the patient phone ringing. I cringe just knowing very well it’s one of my patients...it always is. I head to grab the phone and look back at the screen to see the room.

“This boy is amazingly attentive” I laugh to myself. Of course it’s Mark calling. I pick up the phone and answer in my best customer service voice,

“How can I help you?” I answer.

“It’s almost like you wait for my call, do you wanna hear my voice that much?” Mark says.

“Mr. Tuan did you need something?”

“Oh ok, I just wanted another cup of coffee” he says in a small voice.

“Haha ok coming right up, 3 creamers and 6 sugars right? ” I question.

“Yup, good memory” he laughs.

“Why thank you, sir” I laugh and hang up the phone. Yet again happy that the request isn’t too crazy, I head to the pantry once again. I grab the coffee, creamers, and sugars once again. I think to myself that maybe the manager will be back again like yesterday evening so I decided to grab another cup of coffee. I head to Mark’s room and knock lightly. I leave one cup outside the door in case the manager wasn’t there (I know I could just give Mark the other cup, but nah). As I make my way in I’m met with pleasant smiles from Mark and the manager as well. I take a slight step back to grab the coffee I have sitting outside the room and handed one to Mark and the other to the manager.

Both faces were garnished with bigger smiles than when I walked in and it was honestly satisfying. Not gonna lie, nothing more satisfying then making people happy. I greet the manager and he greets me back. Mark sparks up the conversation while instead of me leaving to finish up my charting, I sign into the computer to finish up (thank goodness for this system sometimes). Mark continues,

“So how was your night?” Mark asked curiously

“Good, that new patient that gave me the wicked kick didn’t cause me any disturbance last night” I laughed.

Staring down at my arm, Mark asks “Oh yeah! Speaking of which, how is your arm?”

“Still hurts a bit, but nothing a little otc (over the counter) meds can’t handle” I reply.

“That’s good, I hope you don’t push yourself too much with that arm,” he says thoughtfully. I smile to myself, also thankful that I’m yet again black and wearing a mask because Mark would see how red my face would be. Sometimes I hate how he’s still able to mess with me even when he doesn’t intend to intentionally.

“I won't, I won’t, thanks for the worry though” I say with a small smile.

“This is your last shift right? I remember you telling me you only work weekend nights” he brings up.

“Oh yeah it is, but as I tell all my patients on Monday mornings, ‘if I don’t see you next weekend, it was very nice getting to be your tech and I surely hope you’re not here when I’m back because who would want to be stuck in a hospital?’” I remark.

“Haha nice, but I’ll miss teasing you. Besides that, you’re very good at your job so props to you” he relays kindly.

“Hahaha thanks, but you know what I would really love? Is to see you boys at a concert! A sis too broke to get good seats AND plane tickets along with everything else” I fake whine as I sign out of the computer being happy that I’m done with the charting as well. Mark laughed understanding how it could be frustrating, but also knowing he doesn’t have the ability to decide where the group tours.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll have to see,” he laughs. I laugh along as well, but it struck me that this would be the last time I would get to talk with Mark. It was expected obviously, but could you blame a girl. This isn’t a new feeling because it tends to happen whenever I get close to patients, Mark just so happens to be one I’ve known for years, even if he had just heard of me Saturday night.

We say our last farewells since it was 7am. It’s unfortunate, but it is what it is. I head towards the door and turn around one last time. A slight smile graces both Mark and I’s face,

“Have a good day Mr. Tuan” I say.

“Have a good life y/n” he replies with a soft smile.

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chroniccombustion · 4 years

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Phantom Limbs - pt. 1

From “And a Week is All I Need (To Fall in Love With You)“, part of @souyoweek2020

Genre: supernatural, ghosts and hauntings, bittersweet pre-romance, M/M Rated: T Characters: Hanamura Yosuke, Souji Seta (Yu Narukami), memories of Nanako Warnings: implied/referenced past suicide in pt. 2 Status: drabble collection, incomplete

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(prompts for days 3 and 4 have been done in reverse order; day 3 prompt in next chapter)

Day 3 4: Rainy or Sound

To say that Yosuke Hanamura is surprised to learn his new apartment is haunted, is a bit of an understatement. To say he freaks the hell out at the sight of a transparent, monochromatic stranger standing in his living room and staring out the window, even more so.

The first time he spots the phantom is just under a month after he's moved in, still riding the high of having his very own place back in the city he's been missing since high school.

He is woken by the sound of the rain.

It takes him a few seconds to realize he's awake as he blinks up at the ceiling in the dark; it takes him a few seconds more to realize that what he's hearing is the rush of wind and the patter of water hitting his tiny bedroom window. He smiles. It's comforting, in a way – he'd eventually grown to enjoy living in Inaba, yes, and even made a few friends, so despite how he'd always be a city boy at heart, the gentle storm outside made him think of lazy summer afternoons spent hanging out with his little brother and their friends. Rain, at least in Inaba, had always been his favorite weather.

The glowing red numbers on his alarm clock read 3:22 am. Perfect, he thinks to himself. Three in the morning is when all the rest of the world is supposed to be asleep, when everything is calmer, with the lights no longer beautifully glaring but a pretty, ethereal contrast against the darkness of the night sky. It's his favorite time of night, even if he isn't awake very often to experience it.

Right now, it's his first time being awake at 3am in the new apartment – plus it's raining! - so Yosuke excitedly rolls himself out of bed and goes to peek out his itty-bitty window. There not much he can see, what with the window facing an alleyway, but there is a sliding glass door in the living room that leads out to the world's thinnest balcony. Perfect for sitting on the off-white carpet with a mug of tea and watching the storm roll by.

So off he goes, eager to spend the first rainy night gazing out the window until exhaustion knocks him back out. There's nothing he needs to be up early for tomorrow; he doesn't have any classes just yet, won't until the start of next month, and hasn't gone out to look for a job just yet since he won't know his schedule once college starts. He grins to himself as he steps out into the open square that makes up the part of his apartment that isn't his bedroom or the bathroom, and pads across the carpet over into the little galley kitchen. Leaning against the counter as the kettle heats up, he folds his arms across his chest and looks over at the sliding glass door to look at the rain while he waits.

But... something is... off. He stares out at the hypnotic night beyond the glass, brows furrowing, and tries to put his finger on exactly what it is that's bothering him about the room. It connects a long moment later: he can see out the door.

Normally this wouldn't an issue – he's standing in his kitchen at three in the morning to look out the glass door, to drink his tea and watch the raindrops and count the distant car horns. The thing is, he distinctly remembers closing the curtain before he went to bed so that nobody could see into his seemingly-empty apartment. He also does not remember opening it back up again.

And yet there it is, pulled wide to expose the drizzle and the misty cityscape outside.

Something else is bothering him though; the only lights currently on in the entire place are two little wall-socket nightlights, one in the bathroom and one in the wall directly behind him in the kitchen. There's not much light, but there's enough. And in the gloom of the living room, just barely visible against the backdrop of far-off city lights, is an outline.

It's faint, barely even noticeable, (in fact, Yosuke's pretty sure he wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been studying his sliding door so intently) and it looks more like dissolving traces of smoke or vapor than it does any kind of discernible object. Except... no, that's not quite right either. Yosuke squints at the shape, traces it with his eyes, and feels his stomach drop into nothing when he realizes that it's in the shape of a person. His breath catches in his throat and he instinctively croaks out a shaky, “hello?”

The thing doesn't move.

Yosuke releases his stalled breath and slumps back against the counter a little. The thing still isn't gone, and Yosuke is far from relaxed, but he thinks maybe he would have flipped out even more had it acknowledge him.

He's working up the nerve to inch closer and see if he can figure out if it's just a reflection or not when, out of nowhere, a huge crack of lightning shatters the darkness of the night and illuminates the sky like a flashbulb. For an instant, just barely the span of time it would take to blink, Yosuke sees it.

There is a man standing in his living room.

Yosuke jumps back in fright and bumps into the dish drainer by the sink, sending a wayward set of chopsticks clattering to the floor. He fumbles behind him for the switch he knows is somewhere along the wall, next to the plug that holds the nightlight, all the while keeping his eyes trained on the outline of the person still motionless by the door. Blindly he manages to locate the switch and flip it on, the lamp above the sink clicking on in a sharp burst of florescent yellow and rendering him blind for a few awful moments. When he finally blinks the spots from his vision and looks back to where the man had been, there's nothing there. The man – hazy outline and all – is gone.

Yosuke does indeed stay awake all night with his mug of tea, curled up on the couch instead of the floor after searching every inch of his tiny apartment for even a trace of his late-night visitor, and coming up entirely empty handed.

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It rains again the next night.

All throughout the day the sky had been teasing another storm, cloudy and gloomy-grey, and sometime just after 10pm is when it finally hits. There's no lightning at first, only the faintest echos of distant thunder, like a sigh on the wind. By this time, Yosuke has convinced himself he was simply dreaming the night before – he'd just woken up, the room was dark, it was 3am, nothing was amiss when he'd searched the apartment. Still, as he's coming out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth, on the way to bed, he stops. He lingers by the door to his bedroom for a few minutes and stares into the lightless living room at the siding glass door. The curtain is closed, he'd made sure of it, and hard as he looks, he finds not a trace of that pale, wispy outline. Another echo of thunder sounds from somewhere far away, and Yosuke, satisfied, turns his back on the curtain and heads inside for bed.

He is woken by his bladder screaming at him at 3:49. Groaning in both annoyance and the painful cramping of his lower regions, Yosuke rolls himself out of bed and off to the bathroom in a sleepy, stumbling haze. He's still out of it by the time he finishes and wanders blearily into the hall, so he almost makes it all the way back to bed before he notices the curtain.

It's open again.

Suddenly much more awake, Yosuke pivots back around on one foot until he's pointed himself directly at the sliding glass door. Sure enough, the curtain has been shoved all the way over on it's pole, the glow of the colored city lights now clearly visible beyond. And, just like before, standing in the barely-there glow of the nightlight and the cityscape, is the transparent outline of a man.

Yosuke feels like he's been punched right in the chest with how swiftly the air is pushed from his lungs. He stands there stupidly, hands flexing at his sides as nervous tension grips his limbs. If he wanted to, if he really wanted to, Yosuke knows he could probably chalk it up to another night of hallucinations from his groggy 3am mind; but he can't. This is twice now, and as much as Yosuke had managed to tell himself yesterday was simply a dream, he knows that he was awake enough to tell real from unreal – and maybe it could have been the case tonight, but adrenaline has snapped him fully awake and he's still. Seeing it!

Cautiously, before he's even fully cognizant of his own actions, Yosuke slowly begins to step closer to the ghostly figure, eyes never leaving its back. Just as it had the previous night, the shape doesn't move or react in any way, only stands there staring out the door at the rain; it's almost as if it has no idea that Yosuke is even there at all. Probably for the best, Yosuke thinks as he approaches. The last few steps are the hardest, because the closer he gets to the figure the more detailed it becomes. Even in the low light Yosuke can make out the shape of hair, the line of strong shoulders clad in what looks to be a blazer, the long fingers on the apparition's hands that hang limply at its sides. If it weren't see-through, it might have passed for a living, breathing person.

He stops a foot or so away from the figure, close enough that he can see his own reflection in the glass of the door – and the very vacant spot before him where the figure's reflection isn't. It's just Yosuke's own face staring back at him, even though Yosuke himself is staring at the back of someone else's head a scant twelve inches away. Maybe I really am hallucinating. He frowns.

...I won't know until I check.

With his heart beating in his throat, Yosuke slowly lifts his hand, fingers trembling, and reaches out towards the figure's shoulder. His reflection mimics his movements, and if the transparent stranger hasn't seen him get this close before now then he clearly isn't going to – if he even can at all. There isn't even so much as a twitch from the apparition as Yosuke hovers his hand directly above its shoulder, holding it there without touching the ghostly outline for a solid thirty seconds. Nothing happens. He lowers his hand, touches the tip of a finger to the the specter's blazer, feels the air turn cold and ever-so-lightly damp, like a patch of fog on a warm autumn evening. And still nothing happens.

There is a part of him that is slightly disappointed; after all the anxiety this thing has given him the past two nights, he was expecting something a bit more from this, something not quite so anticlimactic. He isn't even sure what he would have wanted to happen instead of this, but with a whole load of absolutely nothing, he really doesn't know what to do now. Yosuke exhales shakily through his nose and lets his hand drop from its hover, fingers sinking straight down through the figure's misty outline.

...and suddenly he is falling.

A whirl of sound and color, the green of trees and the bright electric hum of street lights on a foggy evening, and a little girl in a pink dress and cute brown pigtails holding his hand and pulling him along through lazily falling raindrops; a child-sized umbrella and a giggle like home-home-home---

Why dID yOu MaKE me lEAve I WaNtEd tO StAY I WANT TO GO HOME

The apartment; cold and sterile-white and lonely and empty and so, so quiet, the only sound is the rain the rain the rain Nanako loves the rain but there's no one here and everything is so empty – I doN'T waNt To bE aLoNe aNYMore PleAse DOn't MakE me Be ALONE

Y O U P R O M I S E D M E

Yosuke reels back like he's been electrocuted, his entire arm tingling and cold as though he's dunked it in ice water. He lands on his back on the carpet, hard enough to knock the wind out of him for a second, leaving him gasping for air as the memories and thoughts and feelings that are very much not his go flashing through his head at breakneck speed. His lungs burn as he fights to get them back under control, and to either prop himself up on his elbows and reorient, or to roll over onto his knees and vomit as the vertigo takes over entirely. He manages to get his weight onto his wrists and pushes himself backwards along the carpet, scrambling away from the sliding glass door and the thing that started all of this.

He struggles to focus on his surroundings as he finally draws in a proper breath, gaze wild as the image of his apartment (his apartment, not the one from the vision that was his but not his, the same room but with none of his things, a different night with different rain and a different kind of sadness) eventually begins to settle. He blinks, and it's as he's opening his eyes again that they're caught by another pair – bright, stormy grey, wide and wild with fear and confusion.

A handsome, anguished face stares back at him, looking as if it's seeing him for the very first time. The transparent man, now facing him, is crouched on the ground by the door and watching Yosuke like he's scared of him. He raises his hands unsurely, and reaches them out palms down like he's about to try and plead with Yosuke, before he looks down at them in utter bewilderment. He pulls his hands back towards him and turns them over and over, inspecting them; with every passing second his face contorts further into a mess of agony.

He looks so hurt and so lost that, for a moment, Yosuke forgets to be afraid.

“...Who are you?”

The man looks back up at his whisper, phantom tears streaming down his face and mouth twisted into a desperate grimace. “What's happ---?”

And then he's gone.

In the blink of an eye, the man vanishes completely, leaving only the sound of the rain and his achingly sorrowful voice ringing faintly in the silence. The clock in the kitchen beeps 4:00 as Yosuke stares at the rivulets of water trickling down the outside of his sliding glass door.

#fanfic #persona 4 #souyoweek2020 #souyo #souji seta #yu narukami #yosuke hanamura #fanfiction #p4

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smolboiseavey · 4 years

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Pocket! Why don’t we 🥺

Inspired by @seungmin-jpeg and @jinyoungsir uwu

- okay literally

- Imagine how cute !!

- Tiny babie™️ why don’t we as tiny pocket people omg I cannot

- ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

- They could ride around in your pocket or sit in your hair and WKFKWKEKD so cute

- Anyway, onto the specifics

- You might be wondering, what would it be like living with pocket sized™️ why don’t we?

- Well, dear reader, it would be a mess, of course

- But a wonderful mess (๑>◡<๑)

- It isn’t unusual for at least one of them to travel around with you in your bag or pencil case when going to school

- Or when you’re running errands, they’ll sit in your hood or pocket

- How cute!

- It does tend to get a little annoying sometimes though...

- “Y/N!!! Look a puppy~ Can we go pet it?”

- “Y/N! Can we buy more snacks?”

- “No, we just bought some yesterday” d(￣￣)

- “Pwease?”

- You never really minded, however, as they’re just too adorable !!

- Daniel likes sitting on your shoulder or in your hair the best~

- He’ll sing to you quietly while you make dinner or do homework

- Gives the best advice!

- And always asks you about your day and loves listening to everything you tell him about

- He’s clingy AF, and will hug your shoulder or neck when you sleep

- Almost never lets you go ANYWHERE without him

- “Where are you going? Can I come with you?!”

- Babie™️

- Will pout and give you puppy eyes until you give him what he wants

- He always tugs on your fingers or tries to grab your pencil out of your hand when you aren’t giving him attention

- “Pay attention to me~” (￣^￣)ゞ

- Enjoys sitting down and drawing whenever he’s not out adventuring with you

- Even though all the stationary is twice his size

- Will sometimes write poems and songs for you uwu

- Has a ton of tiny instruments that he plays all! The! Time!

- “How was your day today, Y/N? Tell me everything!”

- You can usually find Corbyn sitting at your computer or tugging away your phone

- He just loves looking through your Instagram feed and playing games on whatever he can get his hands on

- Definitely will recite vines to you randomly in the middle of the night

- “Hey~ hey Y/N”

- “Corbs sweetie it’s 3am, what do you want?”

- “Road work ahead? Uh- yeah, I sure hope it does!”

- Then he’ll burst into a fit of laughter before telling you more vines lmao

- You also got him a tiny toy car he can drive around in

- It’s not uncommon to find him driving around your home with jonah in the passenger seat

- “Skrt skrt~ get in loser we’re going Sh0pPiNg”

- He likes sitting in your hood the most

- And if you’re not wearing a hoodie, he’ll usually find his way into your front pocket

- “It gives me a new perspective on the world~” he’ll always say

- Hypes you up!! So much !!

- Helps you with your Instagram feed

- ~tries~ to help you take pictures

- But usually your phone is wayyy too big for him to hold up （ ; ; ）

- “They should make pocket sized cameras! Then I’d be able to take Instagram pictures for you.” ~_~;

- Jonah is like, the dad of the group

- He’s usually put in charge of the house whenever you’re gone

- Big uwu

- Once tried to drink coffee from a normal sized mug and almost fell in ∑(ﾟДﾟ)

- So from then on you gave him his fix of coffee in those tiny porcelain mugs that usually come in tiny doll tea sets

- Loves when you read to him

- Like, so much

- Sometimes he’ll read too

- Everyone will sit around the book and you and him would take turns reading chapters

- Zach doesn’t really stay for long though, he has such a short attention span lol

- This man has NO shame

- He likes sleeping on your chest the best

- Will snuggle up in your boobs without warning

- Almost always trying to persuade you to wear low cut tops so he can just plop down on your chest

- “It’s so warm and soft here though~”

- If he can’t be on your chest, usually climbs into your back pocket

- Will sometimes try to help you cook

- But the most he can do is make tiny eggs and MAYBE mac and cheese

- You always let him help though uwu

- Jack is one of the rowdier ones of the bunch

- Is usually belting out lyrics or screaming about something

- If he’s not yelling, there’s either something wrong or he’s asleep

- Likes to pull pranks on you and the other boys

- Nothing harmful though!

- Loves sitting on your shoulder and braiding your hair

- Sometimes will get tangled in your hair when sleeping and stuff though

- “Y/N! Help!”

- “Are you stuck in my hair again?”

- “...maybe”

- Prefers the pocket™️

- Will snuggle into your hoodie pocket whenever he travels with you

- Likes to go watch movies with you~

- Will go with you to the store and ALWAYS asks for snacks

- Legit no matter what, he’ll ask for candies or a bag of chips or something

- And 99.99% of the time, you cave and buy him whatever he asks for

- Dramatic AF

- Sometimes will fall off the table (don’t worry, he’s okay!) just because

- “Stop doing that! I swear you give me a heart attack every time.”

- “Sorry Y/N! It’s just for the extra pizzazz I swear”

- Jokes around a lot and loves to make you laugh

- Loves sitting in your hair in the morning and helps picks out your outfit for the day!

- “Definitely wear that with this top! You’d look so good in that fit”

- Sometimes play fights with Zach ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

- Nothing too violent tho !

- Zach is the babie of the group

- Will pass for nothing but traveling in your hand

- And if he can’t be in your hand, usually is just as comfortable chilling on your shoulder with Daniel

- But he just loves snuggling into your palm

- Will sometimes cling onto your fingers too uwu

- A big jokester too

- Helps jack with his pranks a lot !

- Likes it when you play with his hair

- Unless it’s one of those days when he’s spent hours and hours on his hair

- Then it’s no touching !! At all

- He loves putting on little plays and shows for you

- A tiny actor™️

- Will sometimes force the other boys to take part in his productions wheeze

- Sings a lot too !

- Never not singing along to the music you play or harmonizing with the other boys

- You can usually find Zach doodling next to Daniel

- Or watching tv in the living room

- Or cuddled up in your palm 🥺

- They’re super cute and take care of you !!

- Even though they super annoy you sometimes you wouldn’t trade them for anything else

- In conclusion, pocket why don’t we needs to be real and I love them

Oh my god, Sammy wrote something?! And it’s about Why Don’t We?!?! Yes, dear reader, you heard that right! I’m back bitches ٩( ᐛ )و I wanted to try out the bulleted list style of writing and honestly it’s super cute and fun~ I might do it more often uwu

taglist uwu: @gracenadinelimelight, @katie-avery, @seaveyssparkle, @kvd963, @dagmara-mae, @jennasgolden, @helloatomicshadow, @sfx-bands, @only-stan-mendes, @whydontwenorway@boredombesson @fratnielluer @seaveylicious @daliseavey1 @aquigley24 @thisgrlrocks03 this taglist is super outdated please let me know if you want to be removed or added :))

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xsixxx · 5 years

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Bad Influence, Chapter Five

Authors note: Sorry this one took a while, I’ve had a hectic week with work & stuff, I’ve barely had time to breathe 🤦🏼‍♀️ I’m sorry if there are mistakes, it’s 3am & I’m too tired to proof read it 100 times like I normally do 😂 Feedback is always welcome 🖤

Warnings: Language, catfight, tiny bit of smut but not really, like there’s a hint

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The sunlight filtered in through the broken blinds & bathed my bare back in warmth as my eyes adjusted to my surroundings & my brain tried to piece together the night before. I turned my head to look around me, trying to figure out where I was & was confronted by a tangled mess of blonde hair, snoring softly.

Oh great. I’m a fucking groupie.

I groaned as the memories from last night came flooding back, accompanying the pounding sensation I had going on in my head. This hangover sucked. Guess that’d be the coke for you. Fuck.

I slipped out of Vinces bed, or rather mattress on the floor, & onto the filthy carpet, scanning the room for my clothes. I heard someone move about outside the door & quickly grabbed the closest thing to me & threw it on in a sorry attempt to cover what was left of my dignity. The tshirt, it turns out, didn’t offer much coverage at all, just about covering my ass. I pulled it down & I waddled awkwardly over to the door, dodging the scorch marks & charred cockroaches on the floor, opened it fractionally to peer out & check the coast was clear, before darting across the hall & into the bathroom. I stood with my back against the cool, wooden door, trying to collect my thoughts & even out my nervous breathing. I’m not prepared for this. We established last night that I’d never had a one night stand, I don’t know the fucking protocol for this kinda thing, let alone when the one night stand is with the notorious, womanising, front man of Mötley Crüe. Oh great, I’ve only gone & fucked up that friendship group. Just when I was starting to like them. Nice going, Beth.

I looked at my disgruntled, disheveled reflection in the mirror. My wavy blonde hair fell in a tangled mess down my back & yesterdays mascara was sitting lazily under my tired eyes. I sighed & looked around the bathroom to see if there was anything I could use to at least wash my face with. Frustratingly, hygiene didn’t seem to be a top priority when you’re a rockstar & the bathroom was significantly lacking in soap. All that sat beside the sink was a hairbrush, a can of hairspray & some black face paint. I grumbled as I grabbed the hairbrush, removed, presumably Nikkis, matted up black hair from it & tried my hardest to tame my hair before washing my face as best I could with just water. I looked back at my reflection in the cracked, hair dye stained mirror & ran my fingers nervously through my hair. I looked slightly more fresh faced than I did before, but I wasn’t planning on sticking round long enough for anyone to see me anyway. I put my hand on the bathroom doorknob, took a deep breath & prepared myself to run across to Vinces room, quietly find my clothes & leave in the shortest amount of time possible. I gritted my teeth, opened the door & ran. Straight into the bare chest of Nikki Sixx.

“Well, well, well, maybe my little angel isn’t so angelic after all”

My jaw tensed. I almost didn’t want to look up, knowing that that smirk was waiting for me. I lifted my eyes slowly to meet his & they flashed wickedly, that shit eating grin sitting largely on his face.

“I’m not your anything.” I bit back at him, placing my hand on his chest to shove past. Through my irritation & hideous awkwardness, the feel of his skin under my touch still managed to send a surge of electricity through my body, causing my cheeks to immediately flush pink. I scowled at my impulses & quickly snatched my hand back, attempting to barge past Nikki, but his tall, toned frame didn’t budge, blocking my way. I took a step back, frustration evident on my tired, bare face, rested one hand on my hip & glared at Nikki, wordlessly, with all the anger my hungover body could muster.

“I gotta say, you look damn good in my tshirt.” He spoke, looking me up & down, his dark, hungry eyes resting momentarily on the tops of my thighs where his tshirt was riding up. I fumbled awkwardly, yanking it down to cover my modesty.

“My bad, I thought it was Vinces.” I mumbled, embarrassed.

“Nah, your boyfriend doesn’t like Kiss.” He chuckled lightly. “Fancy some breakfast?”

“Um no thanks, I’m not really hungry.” I replied, smartly choosing to ignore Nikkis comment.

“Good, because we don’t have any food. I meant, did you want a rockstars breakfast?” Nikki produced a little bag of brilliant white powder from the pocket of last nights leather trousers that he was still wearing, before walking over to the kitchen area & cutting it up on the work surface. “It’s an incredible hangover cure.” He winked mischievously, offering me a rolled up note. I shook my head, my thoughts in a far more rational state than they were last night. Nikki shrugged before bending over & vacuuming his mess up. I rolled my eyes, turning back towards Vinces room, when the door to, I had presumed, Nikkis room, swung open & out walked the girl Nikki was all over last night, in nothing but a lacy pair of underwear. She flashed an almost territorial look in my direction as she stalked past me & over to Nikki, draping her arms around him. He looked bored as she ran her fingers through his matted, black hair & didn’t even flinch when she grazed her teeth along his earlobe.

“Come back to bed baby.” I heard her whisper in a low, sultry voice.

“Not with you dollface.” Nikki said bluntly, shrugging off the stunning brunette, making her stumble back slightly. “Get your shit, you can leave out with window.” He waved his hand in the direction of his room as if he was hoping to magically wave her away. She didn’t take to well to that.

“You asshole!” She yelled, storming away from him. “What about this bitch, huh? Why doesn’t she have to leave?!” She shrieked, stopping next to me & pointing rudely,

“Not my fuck, not my problem.” Nikki shrugged, letting out a amused laugh. I shot him daggers, which only made him chuckle more. “Plus, she’ll be leaving out of my window in an hour or so, rather than out of Vinnys.” He smiled devilishly, that hunger returning to his eyes once again. I felt myself grow hot, momentarily lost in my lust. That was until a sharp pain seared through my head, snapping me out of it, as the half naked brunette grabbed a fistful if my hair & dragged me down towards the putrid carpet. I let out a wail as I instinctively started swinging my arms towards her in any sort of attempt to get her off.

“What the fu-” I started to yell, breathlessly, as the pain increased as her nails dug deeper into my scalp. I felt one of my flailing fists come into contact with flesh & suddenly the vice like grip on my hair was released & I dropped to the ground. Everything had gone blurry as I fought back the tears of pain & panic & I struggled to navigate my way back into a stranding position, until a rough hand was extended towards me. I grabbed hold of Nikki as he pulled me back up. I stopped & took a few deep breaths, trying to work out what just happened. I turned to look at the half naked groupie, clutching an angry red mark on her cheek where my fist had caught her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I screamed at her, frantically trying to smooth out my hair over my throbbing scalp.

“He’s mine, you fucking wannabe slut.” She spat back at me, her tone full of venom & eyes full of hatred. Nikki let out a sharp, loud laugh.

“Bitch, I’m not anybody’s.” Nikki chuckled, almost enjoying the situation.

“But I thought we had something..” She started to say, her face pink with anger & embarassment.

Nikki cut her off, seeming bored again. “Clearly you don’t know me very well. Sweetheart, you’re the same as all the rest, a fun way to end a show.”

My head snapped round to face Nikki, disbelief & disgust flooding over me. I’d heard him use those words before. I looked back towards the woman in front of me, looking utterly humiliated, trying her hardest to cover herself as she turned & ran towards Nikkis room, presumably to leave the same way she came in, through that window that was quickly becoming infamous. I watched her go & I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She was stunning, tall, toned, with flawless skin & a face most women would die for & yet, with those few words, Nikki had managed to destroy any confidence she had, shame her & break her heart, all at the same time. The same way he did to my sister.

I looked at his smug face & shoved him with more anger & force than I realised, sending him stumbling back before falling flat on his ass. “You fucking asshole, Sixx.”

“What the fuck, Beth?! Is crazy bitch fucking contagious or something?! He shouted, sounding genuinely stunned.

“How can you treat women that way?! Fucking use them & throw them out like they’re not worth a damn thing. Have you got so little respect for us?!” I screamed, Nikkis face growing darker & angrier with each word I hurled at him. But suddenly, he stood himself back up & his anger melted away, revealing that notorious smirk in its place. He had a ice cold look in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine &, for some reason, a flash of fear ran through me.

“Oh Princess, it must be hard work up their in your ivory fucking tower, looking down & casting your fucked up, hypocritical judgements on us unworthy people.” Nikkis voice was as smooth as silk, but his words were cold & razor sharp as he started taking steps towards me. “What do you think happened last night, Angel? Because if you think my boy Vince is going to come out of that room full of romance & kisses & offer to buy you breakfast, you’re in for a nasty fucking suprise.” His voice oozed arrogance but his eyes stayed cruel, fixed on mine as he continued to walk towards me. “You’re just like the rest of them Lizzy. You drink our booze & you sniff our drugs & you fall for our charm &, for one night, you serve a purpose to us. You fuck us because we let you believe you’re worth something, we make you think we care. But here’s the truth baby, we don’t. You don’t mean shit to us. You’re a gullible, cheap way to get our dicks wet & as soon as that’s done, we’ve got no fucking use for you. You’re a slut, Princess, just like the rest of them. Just like your sister.”

I felt the hot, humiliated tears creep into my eyes & spill down my cheeks. Nikki smirked as he watched them fall. “Did I upset the little privileged, rich girl? Better run home to Daddy.”

I looked into those harsh, green eyes, wondering how I’d ever felt any kind of desire towards him. Anger filled my veins, anger towards Nikki & anger towards my own damn idiocy. I knew this was who he was, I knew he was a bad person. So why did this cut me so damn deep? I’d let myself get played by him & he knew that as well as I did. He was the Devil himself & I’d been stupid enough to let him tempt me. I looked at his full, pink lips, the lips that, just last night, I had craved on my skin with a fierce desire, now twisted into a cruel grin that seemed to be enjoying my humiliation.

“I never wanted to be one of those girls.” I whispered, finally finding my voice at last.

“But Princess, you are one of those girls, why else would you be here?”

“I don’t expect anything from Vince, I don’t want anything either. I used him last night as much as he used me.” I said with more conviction, determined not to let Nikki win. “I wanted sex, so did Vince, it was a mutual thing,” I shrugged. It was true, I didn’t want anything more from Vince than what we’d had last night & I needed Nikki to know that he was wrong. I needed to pretend his words didn’t hurt me.

Just then, the door to Vinces room opened & out he walked with his tangled mess of blonde hair & just a off-white, grubby looking sheet tied around his waist. He frowned as he scanned the room, seeing me practically against the wall with Nikki in my face, assesed the situation & tried to figure out what was happening.

“Sixx, maybe leave it a few hours before going after my leftovers, yeah?” Vince winked at me. “We got any blow?” He asked with a yawn. Nikki tossed him the little baggy of coke & I left them cutting up lines whilst I went to go find my clothes & get dressed.

*Nikkis POV*

That stuck up bitch was really starting to get on my fucking nerves.

“So when’s the next chick arriving Vin?” I asked, loud enough for Beth to hear as she walked off into the bedroom that Vince & Tommy shared, although fuck knows where T-Bone ended up last night. Vince shushed me as he looked towards the bedroom, before shooting me a look. “What?!” I chuckled, “it’s not like she doesn’t know you’re a single-use kinda guy.”

Vince scoffed, nodding his head. “True man, true.” He smirked. He glanced over to the bedroom door, almost longingly, for a brief second. “I tell you what though, man, it’s the ones you don’t expect that end up being the fucking filthiest. She’s a damn good fuck.” He laughed, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes, my irritation towards her growing. “That’s probably because she’s never been fucked before, you know what those snobby, rich chicks are like, they like being roughed up when all they’re used to is ‘making love’ in fucking missionary.” I sneered, trying to make fun at Beths expense.

“That’s probably true man.” Vince laughed, snorting up his last line. “But honestly, I don’t give a fuck why, that chick is a freak & she’s got a mouth like a fucking angel.” I watched him bite his lip at the memory.

I felt a momentary surge of jealousy course through me as my mind inadvertently wondered towards what it’d be like to have havs Beths lips around my cock, those big, doe-like brown eyes staring longingly up at me as I fucked that pretty mouth of hers. The slam of the bedroom door snapped me out of dirty little day dream & little Miss Too-Good-For-You came storming out of the bedroom, her face still evidentially seething.

“Have a bump with us, dollface.” Vince cooed, grabbing Beth by the waist & pulling her over. I smirked at her, knowing full well she wouldn’t break Daddy’s rules sober. She looked me & I watched the determination wash over her. She smiled smugly at me as she took the rolled up note Vince had extended to her & snorted up the last line of coke. I felt my jaw tighten in annoyance.

“Wow, you’re one of the lucky groupies that gets to steal our drugs after she’s served her purpose.” I drawled, condescendingly, trying my damn hardest to get to her again.

“Ignore him babe. Sixx tends to be an asshole when I pull someone he fancies.”

That blonde prick, I fumed.

“If I wanted her, I could’ve had her.” I shrugged with enough confidence to mask my growing anger.

Beth let our a sharp laugh. “That’d require me to actually fancy you back, you arrogant piece of shit.” She said boldly. I honestly didn’t know whether I wanted to scream at her & throw her out or bend her over my knee & make sure she never fucking spoke to me like that again. Who does she think she is?!

“Come on baby, lets go back to bed.” Smirked Vince, wrapping his hand around the nape of her neck & pulling her in for a kiss. I was stunned. Vince never fucked a girl more than once. His motto was hit it & quit it. If they weren’t out the window by sunrise, he made it very fucking clear they weren’t welcome there any longer.

Vinny took hold of Beths hand & lead her back to his bedroom as she giggled like a schoolgirl. I watched her slink off, her skirt riding up slightly so her ass peeked out from beneath the material as she went. She must’ve felt my eyes trailing along every inch of her because she turned & blew me a patronising kiss before slamming the door shut.

I hated her. Beth was everything I couldn’t stand about people. She was stuck up & came from the sort of family that looked down on people like me. She was so self assured & judgmental & she had an ability to piss me off like no-one I’ve ever met. I hated her with a passion & yet, I fucking wanted her just as badly.

Through all of my anger & hatred, as I heard her sweet moans of pleasure drift from Vinces bedroom, I couldn’t help but wonder what she’d sound like moaning my name.

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Powerless Part 10 [FINAL] (Branjie)- athena2

I guess I can get sappy now since it’s the last chapter, so bear with me. When I first came up with this idea, I genuinely didn’t think anyone would want to read it. To have people comment and tell me they’ve enjoyed this fic really means so much to me. I’ve never written a real chaptered fic, or one this long, and it’s been an amazing experience, even if I had no idea what I was doing for most of it. With that, I have to give one more enormous thank you to Kite. You’ve helped me with this since Chapter 3, and this fic would not be what it is without your help. Thank you for everything. Finally, thank you to everyone that has read and commented on this. Your support really kept me going. Thank you.

Vanessa never wanted to be a hero.

She’d had a perfectly normal life. And sometimes she still ached for that life.

But not as often. Not when her heart was so full with her new life. With Brooke.

She never imagined she could have anything like this. Someone to wrap her arms around at night, someone she still wanted her arms wrapped around in the morning. Someone to talk to, to laugh with. Someone to understand. Someone to bake her cookies and kiss her and love her.

Someone she could just be Vanessa with.

Even though she had been Vanjie and on her own for so long that she’s still discovering who Vanessa is and how to be with another person.

But Brooke is everything. She is soft and cool. She is sweet and loving and just the right amount of ice to tame the fire while still letting its flames burn bright and strong.

Vanessa never wanted to be a hero. And now, she didn’t have to be. With Brooke, she didn’t always have to be Vanjie.

She could just be Vanessa. —

The flames surround her.

The heat makes her skin crackle, the smoke makes her vision water and blur at the edges. She can’t breathe, she can’t see, she needs to get her mother out, she needs to–

Distant screams blare in her ears. The blackness creeps in. The smoke chokes her, filling her limbs and turning them to stone.

She sinks to her knees, trying to get one last breath in–

She blinks awake slowly, wondering if she’s dead. She shoves a warped chunk of metal off her. She looks down at her hands, trying to see if her body is still in one piece. Where is everyone? What the fuck happened? The ash clings to her, even stuck under her nails and in her nose, and tiny sparks begin popping off her fingertips–

Vanessa rolls over and keeps her eyes shut tight, fearing she’ll see flames when she opens them, still feeling the heat sear her skin. No, she’s not burning. She forces her eyes open. Brooke is sleeping peacefully beside her, face serene, and Vanessa nestles in closer, lets Brooke’s cold skin calm her down, cool her sweaty body. No fire. No smoke. Just their bedroom.

She hasn’t had a nightmare of the fire in almost a year, and she coughs softly, like the smoke is still poisoning her lungs.

Silk always told her she’d survived that fire for a reason. Yeah, because the chemicals in the explosion did something to my DNA, Vanessa would reply, not giving into Silk’s insistence that she was meant to live for some higher calling.

Vanessa could never understand what she had lived for. Sure, she used her powers to stop criminals and save people. But she hadn’t been able to save her family when it counted. Then Brooke lets out a content sigh in her sleep, and Vanessa thinks maybe Silk was right.

The clock reads 3:07. Vanessa takes a breath. She wraps her arm around Brooke’s waist and softly kisses her neck, the icy skin soothing her back to sleep. —

Brooke never wanted to be a villain.

She’d had a perfectly normal life. A life that she’s still trying hard to remember.

But sometimes she is so happy with her new life that she can be content without knowing the old one.

She never imagined she could have anything like this. Someone to hold her while she slept, who was still with her in the morning. Someone to talk to, to make her laugh. Someone to understand. Someone to eat the cookies she makes at 3am and kiss her and love her.

Someone she could just be Brooke with.

Even though she had been Frost and on her own so long that she’s still discovering who Brooke is and how to be with another person.

But Vanessa is everything. She is fiery yet patient. She is kind and loving and just the right amount of fire to thaw the sharp edges of the ice while letting it stand strong and shiny.

Brooke never wanted to be a villain. And now, she didn’t have to be. With Vanessa, she didn’t always have to be Frost.

She could just be Brooke. —

She’s on a plane, with the window shade down so she can avoid the fact that she is hurtling through the air at almost 40,000 feet in a fucking metal container when she hears the ice hit the plane.

It assaults the the metal like millions of tiny knives, and the pilot is saying something but she can’t hear. Her heart is outracing the plane itself. Thunder cracks and she thinks it splits the sky in two. Screams fill the plane, metal screeches, and then they’re racing downward but her vision is getting cloudy–

She’s back outside that lab where she stole the drug formula, hand stinging from the tiny cuts the glass vial made.

The streetlight teeters after Vanjie’s overzealous fireball, and the girl is not just a girl, but someone she knows. A friend? She runs, not aware of what she’s doing until the streetlight smacks against her palms. The girl stares at her, eyes wide, and she’s just a girl again. Frost doesn’t know her. Did she ever know anyone that looked like her? She drops the light and massages her temples. She’s disobeying. She has to go. She has to-

Brooke blinks and she’s in her bedroom, not the alley and definitely not the plane. There’s no streetlight, no ice storm, and her hand doesn’t hurt. She peeks at her phone. 4:33. Vanessa is still asleep, and Brooke matches her steady breathing, mops the sweat off her neck.

She pulls out her notebook, following Nina’s advice to write down dreams she has.

The girl. Her friend? Something with a P? Brooke is positive she’s had this dream, almost remembered the name before. She rubs her eyes furiously, begging the name to come, even though Nina says she can’t force it. But she needs to know, feels her body starving to know something, anything, and Brooke lets her mind go blank in an effort to feed it.

Plastique. It pops into her head like a firework in a pitch-black sky. That was her name. Did she work with Brooke? Old Brooke, from before the accident? She was young, though. Had she been an assistant or something? Brooke can’t imagine being important enough to require an assistant, but then again, she doesn’t really know Brooke.

She’s afraid she might never know Brooke, because of the lab.

They always said they had saved her, and she guesses they technically did by pulling her out of the wreck, barely breathing. But Vanessa shifts in her sleep, a small smile on her face, and Brooke knows who really saved her.

She sighs and puts the notebook away. She kisses Vanessa’s cheek and wraps her arm around her, the fiery skin soothing her back to sleep. —

Vanessa’s phone blares loud enough to wake the dead. She groans awake, feeling Brooke nearly jump out of her skin beside her.

She peeks at the caller ID with a half-shut eye. “This pain in the ass,” she mutters.

“What is so important you had to wake me up at the ass crack of dawn?” Vanessa grumbles as she puts the phone on speaker.

“It might interest you to know that a house exploded yesterday-” Silk begins.

“How is that interesting?”

“If you’ll let me finish, hoe-” and she can just imagine the death glare, “-the house was the last known location of those two missing lab employees.The whole place was destroyed, so we had to wait on dental records. They match. They worked on the drugs at the lab. Seems like they were experimenting with something here and caused the explosion.”

“They’re-they’re really gone?” Brooke asks.

“They’re really gone. There’s no one left from that hellhole.”

Vanessa smiles as Silk’s voice rings through their room, ignoring the nagging feeling in her stomach that something about this doesn’t seem right.

She’s probably just being paranoid. She’s not used to the universe being this kind, but maybe it is for once, and she won’t take this away from Brooke.

She can be safe for once. —-

“So, now we…” Brooke trails off, uncertain.

“We don’t have to worry about the lab anymore, Brooke. It’s over. You…you’re free now. You’re safe.”

Safe. Another kindness from the universe that she’s not sure she deserves. Brooke tries to let it wash over her, but it can’t quite settle into her body. Maybe the idea of pure safety is just too big for her to comprehend when she’s never felt it before.

“I talked to Silk, and you could start patrols with me. If you want to, I mean,” Vanessa continues.

“I think I would like that. Like I-like I have a purpose. Something to focus on, you know?”

“Imagine the headlines, bitch.” Vanessa swipes her hand across the air, gesturing to an invisible marquee. “‘‘Robbers Melt Before Vanjie.’ ‘Bad Guys Frozen in Fear of Frost.’” She cackles.

“Maybe don’t go into journalism,” Brooke smiles, pulling Vanessa against her chest. Vanessa envelopes her in a hug, and Brooke realizes she does know what safety means. Vanessa is safety, and the only time Brooke has ever felt truly safe is in her arms.

“Journalism, my ass,” Vanessa peppers kisses along Brooke’s collarbone all the way up to her lips. “We got a city to save.” —

POST-CREDITS SCENE

“They bought it. The dental match worked. What’s our next move?”

“Our next move is to find that ice bitch and make her pay. It’s because of her the General never gave us a chance. Every second was spent working on her instead of our ideas. Now we get to call the shots.”

“Her powers won’t stand a chance against ours. And I hear she’s got herself a little fire girlfriend. Gives us some leverage.”

“Good. Then we can kill both of them.” —

FROST AND VANJIE WILL RETURN IN…

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HERO’S SOUP: Chapter 10 (Special)

-Woojin’s Daily Life

Waking up to muffled screams and laughter was an everyday routine for Woojin, more like it was his alarm clock. The same scene every day, although different members change ‘roles’. Will he ever get tired of Jisung screaming while running around the house, Seungmin experimenting on Hyunjin just for the hell of it, Minho admiring himself non-stop in front of the whole-body mirror, Changbin and Felix singing loudly and out-of-tune while dancing like idiots? No. Not really. He would actually be worried if he woke up with the whole mansion being quiet as a mouse. That’s when he can tell something is wrong.

Woojin would sit up from his bed, staring blankly at the door, breaking into a smile as he heard Jisung singing on top of his lungs. Pushing himself out of bed, he would stretch his asleep muscles, fixing his clothes right after.

The wolves would simmer down a bit, sensing the alpha was awake. But eventually they would go back to their rowdy selves. With quiet steps, Woojin descends from his room, walking straight to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. He would gulp down the whole bottle before crushing the container and recycling it.

“Where’s Felix?” Woojin looked around the living room, sensing the missing fox. “He went out for a while,” Seungmin replied, not batting an eye at the alpha. Woojin was used to Seungmin by now, he was a bit ill-tempered, but he knows the witch doesn’t mean any harm, plus he has a soft spot for Jeongin. “Any reason at all?” He sat beside Hyunjin, putting a hand on his beta’s thigh. “He said he needed inspiration for writing lyrics.” Seungmin continued, shrugging his shoulders, closing his eyes to practice a spell. Hyunjin leans on Woojin’s shoulder, cuddling the alpha. Woojin smiles, Hyunjin was always so warm it made him feel at home.

“Why are you guys still here? Don’t you have to work?” Woojin turns his head towards the small whiteboard on the wall near the kitchen, reading clearly the schedules of every member of the house. “Jisung? Changbin?”

Jisung and Changbin whose eyes are glued to the tv screen, aggressive button smashing on the controllers on their hands, paused the game. Both looking at the alpha. “We finished up everything yesterday to free up some time today.” Jisung nods, agreeing to what Changbin said. Woojin cocks an eyebrow at them. Jisung speaks up, not needing a word from the alpha. “It’s been a tiring week, and Changbin’s gonna go find a place for his shop.”

Woojin nods, running a hand through his soft locks. Feeling two pairs of eyes on his face, Woojin turns his head, nodding his head at the two wolves. They were waiting for his approval so they could go back on the game they’re clearly losing. Cute. He smiles softly, putting an arm around Hyunjin who was now stuck to his side like a koala. “How ‘bout my Jinnie~ do you have work today?” feeling the wolf shake his head, Woojin hums. “I checked your schedule last night, looks like you’re free today too.” again he felt Hyunjin shake his head, but now up and down.

He chuckles deeply, eyes finding Seungmin, the witch who has been transformed. Hair ash white and eyes are a deep shade of violet. “My only class is at 3pm, I’ll be home by 10pm. Don’t wait for me please.” but Woojin ignored his request. He would always wait for Seungmin to come home, on the first night the witch threw a hex at him, he dodged it but the sofa was turned into a rabbit (which they now keep). Seungmin was startled, of course, he got home at around 3am because of council work, dead tired entering the house and seeing a whole ass man magically appearing in front of him (he just didn’t notice the alpha because he was exhausted as hell). Who wouldn’t be shocked?

“Okay.” Seungmin knew his last words were given dirt by Woojin, so he went back to his summoning.

After spending time with the boys in the living room, he would walk to the kitchen and start cooking breakfast for the hungry kids. He wasn’t the best cook; they usually order takeout if they’re lazy but Woojin still tries his best to give the boys a not-so-healthy but full-of-love meal. “Boys, breakfast.” In a blink of an eye, the remaining people in the house gather around the dining table. The bickering never stops. “Where’s Chan?” Hyunjin asks before shoving a spoonful of scrambled eggs down his throat. “He left at around 4am.” Woojin recalls being jerked out of his slumber as he feels Chan’s presence vanishing. The vampire materializes in front of him, “Germany.” and with that Chan was gone.

“I really don’t know how you understand that old dude.” Changbin stated. Jisung who was looking at Changbin beside him nods before locking eyes with the alpha. “Chan is so vague.” Woojin grins. “You guys know Chan, he’s like that.”

“Wait, what does he mean by Germany?” Seungmin, who was itching to ask about it finally spoke. “He went to Germany to buy some antiques for his shop.” Minho replied. Seungmin was overwhelmed by how much the non-human beings around him knew the vampire. Even more than him. “He’ll be back tomorrow.” Woojin reassures them.

After breakfast, he would leave the dishes to Minho and Jisung. Usually Changbin does the dishes but something came up and he had to meet the real estate manager early. Jisung will catch up once he’s done. “I’ll be leaving for the cafe.” with half-assed goodbyes, Woojin drives out of the garage into the bumpy road. He turns on the radio, humming unconsciously along with whatever song comes up.

“Good Morning.” He greets the staff with his usual toothy smile, turning his head towards the customers and giving them a smile. “Good Morning to you guys also.” Johnny walks up to the boss, putting a hand around his shoulder as he teases him. “Boss is so handsome kya~” Woojin giggles, shoving the taller one away from him. “Idiot.”

“Where’s Jungwoo?” Woojin walks around the counter, checking the machines and pastries along the way. “He’s in the back, fetching some whipped cream.” Woojin opened the cabinet for all the whipped cream cans, it was empty. He then proceeds to the computer they use for stocks and sales. “I already ordered what we need, boss.”

“Wasn’t gonna ask that because I already know you did.” Johnny grins at Woojin’s words, he turns to his heel and disappears inside the kitchen. Woojin proceeds to stand beside Jaehyun who was minding the counter, after handing the customer the buzzer (used for when the order is done) he turns to the boss. “Hey.”

“You alright?” Jaehyun smiles sadly, he knows he can’t hide anything from Woojin. With a sigh, he crosses his arms, looking at Woojin through his lashes. “My mom wants me to go back to the States,” the bell chimes as a customer walks out into the busy street. Jaehyun relaxes upon seeing Woojin’s reassuring smile. “She said she found a job for me there; the benefits were great, and they would provide my housing-”

“Then why are you hesitating?”

“I’m not. I just don’t want to go back.” Woojin felt Jaehyun’s searing stare in his own eyes. The guy was telling the truth. Woojin puts a hand on Jaehyun’s shoulder, “Whatever you want to do. I will support you, okay?”

Woojin genuinely does. He supported Jaehyun ever since they met. The trainee life weighed on him too much, but Woojin was always there to cheer him up, to keep him going. Even Johnny was thankful for the alpha, even though none of the staff knew about his real identity.

“I know you will. Thanks, man.”

“Johnny, tell the boys I left early. I ordered some pizza so be sure to give them their share!” pulling on his trench coat, Woojin bid his last goodbye before circling his car. Opening the door to the driver's seat, one particular person standing in the corner caught his eye. His long stature leaning against the wall, soft light brown locks falling perfectly right above his eyes. Those dark orbs snapped at Woojin’s direction making contact with the alpha’s. With a smirk, he threw his cigarette on the pavement, crushing it with his black dress shoes. At this moment, Woojin noticed the guy’s overall look.

His face was perfectly framed by the black turtleneck underneath his black overcoat. His skinny-fit black jeans look like they’re about to burst because of his muscular thighs.

“Yuta.”

“Woojin.”

The air around them became suffocating, you can feel the extreme aura radiating from both men. Their eyes are not blinking at all. Woojin turns, body fully facing the man. With simultaneous steps they fell into each other’s arms, laughing almost maniacally. “Where the fuck have you been, you dumbass!” Woojin pulls away, locking his arm around Yuta’s neck, caging him in his armpit. With his extra hand, he roughly ruffles the man’s hair, both laughing in glee.

“Hey! Come on man! I spent an hour fixing my hair.” Yuta struggles on pulling Woojin’s muscular arm around his neck, he wasn’t suffocating at all, but seeing the blatant stares coming from strangers walking by, plus the customers coming in and out of the cafe, he had, by all means, to be embarrassed. However, knowing Woojin, he can never win against the man. Woojin was obviously ten-fold stronger than him. “Woojin, you do know I’m older than you.”

“The elder acknowledged me first.” with a smug look on his face, Woojin lets go of Yuta. “Really? You’re still bringing that up? Fuck you.” keys jingling in the air, out of reflex, Yuta caught it right in time. The frown on his face grew much darker. “You drive. Let’s go back to the mansion. You disappeared suddenly last week; the boys were worried.” Yuta snickered, puffing out air from his cheeks as he eyes Woojin walking towards the shotgun seat.

“Why are you like this?” the car door shut twice, both pulling on their seatbelts securely. With a chuckle, Woojin shifted comfortably on his seat as Yuta pulled out the driveway. “What do you mean?”

Sneering, Yuta slowly puts pressure on the brake with his foot, yanking the e-brake as the car stops. He glanced at the rear-view mirror, fixing his hair before turning to Woojin. The glare from the stoplight shining on both their faces. “You’re always bringing that up in every conversation we have.” Woojin only chuckled. “You’re really different.” Yuta releases the e-brake, drawing his eyes back on the road. He could feel Woojin’s curious gaze on his side profile. “You’re still the same idiot as before. But somehow, you’ve changed.”

“The boy who used to be so arrogant and mean, using his father’s position as leverage to look down on the other cubs and wolves. Carelessly causing trouble for the elderly just for the heck of it. Never relying on friends, because he says they’re all the same, they would all just leave him once they benefit from him. Only befriending him because he was the leader’s son.”

Woojin looked out the window, as much as he wanted to ignore the words Yuta was saying. He just couldn’t help but look back at his past. He was really quite an asshole back then. He only brought trouble for his family, not that they don’t mind. They were disappointed in him but had no other choice but to let every bad deed he did go through. He was the only heir, the only son. It was the only way for him not to rebel and completely run off from the pack. “Even after your whole pack got attacked,” Yuta was a distant relative, his family descended from Japan and they still reside there. Woojin sighed heavily, the blaring horns coming from cars behind him were all muffled by Yuta’s words.

“You still remained the same. Father and mother really thought that incident would change you,” Yuta parked the car in front of the mansion, turning off the engine as he glanced at Woojin. “But decades later, after we met in Japan. You changed drastically.” turning his head, Woojin’s eyes met Yuta’s. They stared at each other, as if they were trying to find answers in each other’s eyes. “What changed you? Who changed you? Hyunjin?” Yuta was partly true, Hyunjin did change him. Being the alpha, he had to protect Hyunjin, even if he wasn’t the beta.

But it wasn’t just Hyunjin.

Yuta knew. He knew right from the start who it was. “Woojin! You’re back early! Oh, is that Yuta?”

“Can you not shout for just one second, Jisung.”

“Well sorry. Minho. I’m not a cold ass bitch like you.”

“Yuta? Yuta’s back!”

“Dum dum, he was just here a week ago.”

“Changbin, I hate you.”

“I hate myself too, Hwang.”

“Where’s Seungmin and Felix?”

“They went to fetch Jeongin from school.”

“Oh! Jeongin’s coming over!! Yay!”

With one last fleeting smile, Woojin turned his back on Yuta. Walking briskly towards his family.

Yuta smiled in defeat, shoving his hands inside his pockets. Mumbling underneath the wind, “It wasn’t just one person.”

—Changbin and Jisung’s Daily Life (⅔ of that spicy sauce)

“Jisung, wake up. We need to go.”

“Five more minutes, Binnie.” sighing heavily Changbin sat on the edge of the bed. Five minutes ago, he was in Jisung’s current position. Sleeping soundly and not wanting to be bothered in his room, but apparently the alarm went off and he had responsibilities. Jisung groans, moving his lifeless body onto Changbin’s lap. With light and soft strokes, Changbin’s hand runs through Jisung’s fluffy locks. Out of all the boys, Jisung has the softest and fluffiest hair. Minho would come in second. He glances down at Jisung fondly, it’s been a while since the incident happened. Although Jisung seemed to be back to his normal state, Changbin can’t help but worry. Jisung is his best friend, they were both found and aided by Woojin and Hyunjin from different circumstances but both of them were scarred heavily, physically and mentally.

Ever since then, they were inseparable. And to add the fact that they both enjoy music; it made their fondness for each other grow deeper. It made them understand and express each other much clearer than before.

As much as he wants to lie back down on his own bed, or better yet cuddle with Jisung. Like he said, Changbin had responsibilities, and Jisung was part of it. The songs won’t write, compose and produce themselves. Changbin always thought of asking Seungmin if he had any spells that would work that way, but he was too afraid to ask. And Chan would probably tell him it was just a lame excuse to slack off and not do any actual work. “Ji. We have to work.” It took him 10 minutes to push Jisung out of his bed, dragging the wolf towards the bathroom to wash up.

Entering the living room, he was welcomed by Woojin who seemed surprised enough not to see them in their usual state. “We got home by 5am, I’m tired but otherwise okay. Ji had it rough yesterday. The artists won’t cooperate well and demand a lot of changes,” he sat down on the dining table, ushering a brief ‘thank you’ to Hyunjin who handed him a plateful. “You know Ji has a bad temper, and that shit stresses him the fuck out. I offered to help since I’m only handling the computer. But-“

“Knowing that dumbass, he wanted to do his task on his own.” Seungmin appeared beside him, pulling a chair on his side. Changbin handed him a glass of juice. “Thanks.” he nodded at the witch before proceeding to eat. Jisung comes down from his room after a while. Changbin waited for him to finish his meal and then they left in haste.

“Please tell me we’re not working with the same people as yesterday?” Jisung whined, taking a sip on his iced coffee as they sped across the city. The car came to a halt, Changbin glanced at the stoplight before turning to Jisung. “It’s just until today, Ji. Please just bear with it.” With his big eyes, Jisung stared at Changbin’s side profile as the man started driving again. Changbin didn’t say he hated it. But he knew for sure that the wolf was just as annoyed as him.

Changbin never really showed he was struggling. He never once complained even though he was having a hard time, he just stood there smiling. Even comforting the people who had it way better than him. Changbin may look dark and mysterious, but he’s a big softie. He always looked unapproachable and cold, but he’s actually the opposite. He always says he likes ‘dark’ but that’s only his preference in music.

Changbin cares and loves each and every one of the members equally. No questions asked.

“We finish it up early today, then we can go get some pasta. How about that?”

“Are you gonna pay?”

“Even if I say you pay or we split the bill, I always end up paying.”

“Because you’re older.”

“Only on our human birth certificates.”

“You love me.”

“No.” Changbin closes the car door, even though Jisung can be an annoying bitch, he still stops in front of their building, waiting for the younger one to come out. Joining him, they enter the place. Greeting the guard as they clamor in the lift. “Are they there already?” Changbin fished out his phone. “Nah, their manager said they’d be here around lunch.” Jisung heaves a sigh of relief, they had plenty of time to work on some stuff without someone yelling at their ears, feeling like they know everything about producing. Noticing a much larger hand grasp his own, Jisung looks up, his frown turning into a cheeky smile as he sees Changbin’s worried face. “I’m okay, Binnie. It’s just until today, like you said.” Changbin nods, knowing Jisung was telling the truth so he wouldn’t worry much.

Upon entering the studio, they get to work almost instantly. No words were exchanged as they set-up the equipment, making sure everything works perfectly. As Jisung and Changbin sat down in front of the computer, they turned into working mode. There was no fun and friendly aura between them. They conversed and acted professionally. “Come in.” twirling a pen in his hand, Jisung responded to the soft knock on their door. Both boys are not batting an eye on the clients. Jisung stands up and ushers them in, he didn’t have much of a choice either.

Changbin silently observed how Jisung’s face contorted into a somewhat casual smile. He almost scoffed because Jisung doesn’t know how to do that. The wolf was annoyed. Changbin could hear his thoughts and none of them were positive. As the clients settled in, they began demanding some changes again. Asking Jisung if this or that was possible. And Jisung responded with much gusto. Changbin grinned. No matter how rude and arrogant the people they work with are, Jisung really loves music. When he starts talking about music-related stuff, you can’t help but stop and stare in awe. ‘He’s a genius.’ Chan once said. And he was right. Jisung is an amazing person. His past may be dark and cruel but that never affected his passion for music. Not even one bit.

As their eyes found each other, both boys broke into a small smile. Turning back to what they have been doing, Changbin rearranging pieces on the computer and Jisung hearing out the concerns of the artists.

“Let’s make music!”

—Minho and Felix’s Daily Life (Dance idiots, I mean, prodigies)

“Lix, are you coming with me tonight?”

“Hongdae?”

“Yeah. I kinda miss it.”

“Sure. Let’s get ready then.”

Dusk fell upon the mansion. The orange gradient looked like a painting as Felix stared outside, waiting for Minho to pull up beside him. “Get in you idiot.” Felix pouted. Minho always ruined the mood. “You’re such a bitch.” he ranted, as he slid in the shotgun seat, Minho flashes him a smirk. “Thanks, I know. Now put on your seatbelt.” he did what he was told. Minho might come out as bossy (well he is), but he just lowkey cares for his friends’ safety. “Aren’t we a bit too early?”

Felix glances at Minho, ah. This man’s side profile will always be so fucking amazing. “Let’s stop by Changbin and Jisung’s building. They might have a vacant dance room we can use for rehearsal.” Felix smiled, responding with a deep ‘yeah’.

Minho is just usually at home or hanging out with the boys at their workplaces. Busking was just some sort of a hobby for him, he wanted to try it and he did. He then got hooked by the feeling of performing in front of others. Sure, scouts came up here and there, but he was just content with what he was doing. Being an idol is on a whole different level. He lowkey hates it because he might not have enough time to spend with his new family, and when he says ‘spending time’ it means he just teases and annoys every member on a daily basis. Especially Jisung. They’re always seen sticking to each other like glue at the mansion. Jisung was always fun to tease according to Minho. The wolf gets mad, and when Jisung gets annoyed, he looks so adorable. Making Minho tease him more.

Felix on the other hand was getting busy. Like now, he gets invited by Minho to go busking. They were originally partners in crime. Felix moved to Seoul with Chan a bit earlier than Minho. They met the same day as Minho came from Japan with Chan. And they just decided to get an apartment somewhere in Seoul and live together. The only past time they had was visiting Chan at the shop and well, busking. But after moving in with the rest of the pack, Felix has gotten busier. He mostly works with Jisung and Changbin at the studio. Offering all the help he can. Writing songs and sometimes producing music. The two wolves helped him a lot and he was forever grateful for everyone in the mansion for treating him like family.

Arriving safely at the building, Minho proceeds on hitting the button to Changbin and Jisung’s studio. Drawing back his hand inside his pocket as he stares at their reflection on the elevator door. “You alright, Lix?” Felix nods, profusely wiping the sweat pooling on his palms. “I’m just giddy because it's been a while since I last performed with you.” Minho chuckles, putting an arm around Felix’s broad shoulders. He pulls the fox closer to him, tickling his sides. “Me too.”

They both got off their floor, sauntering towards the door to the studio. As they opened it, they were both welcomed by Changbin and Jisung sitting in front of the computer. Jisung whips his head back, and smiles. He stands up, placing a hand on Changbin’s shoulder. The wolf looks up at Jisung and then looks back at the two additional people. “Let’s take 5, okay?” holding up an okay sign with his free hand, Jisung opened the door to the recording booth. Ushering the artist to the sofa on the left side of the studio, along with their managers and staff. “What brings you guys here?” Felix and Minho sat on the small love couch beside the computer, almost instantly clinging onto one another. The artist who was just recording a few moments ago can’t help but stare at the additional eye candy. Changbin and Jisung were already overwhelmingly attractive. but the two flower boys had rendered her speechless, even the female staff that was with her. Jisung notices the meaningful gaze at their position, he lets out a soft chuckle. Sending the girls into a frenzy. “Do you know any vacant dance rooms?” Minho knows his effect, but Felix was a little bit similar to Hyunjin. He was naïve. “Told ya.” Jisung smiles at Changbin’s remarks. “Yeah, I can call the owner. You boys go ahead and practice. Geez, if you always come and practice here then why don’t you just go and rent the place.” Jisung scratches his head, crossing his arms in disappointment afterwards.

Minho and Felix excitedly spring up from their seats, tackling the two wolves with hugs and kisses. “Alright alright! Now go!” shoving them out the studio, Jisung shouts one last favor before the two vanish into the elevator. “Don’t forget to clean—And they’re gone.”

Changbin giggles, pulling Jisung back to his side. “They clean up, Ji.”

“I know.”

“Lix, your arm is not straight enough.”

“Like this?”

“No no. Here-“ Felix’s tense muscles relax underneath Minho’s touch. He had been nervous and stiff because it has been a while since they last danced together. Minho notices Felix’s awkwardness and decides to take a 10-minute break so the fox could loosen up. “How’s the song you’ve been writing?” Minho smiles as Felix’s expression turns from guilt into excitement. “Oh yeah! I brought it with me! Can you check it out?” he nods and chuckles at Felix who stood up almost instantly, dashing towards his bag on the corner.

Felix always wanted to be a songwriter. And being praised and acknowledged by the music geniuses, naming Changbin, Jisung and Chan, it meant the world to the fox. He was actually really good. His songs were full of meaning and some of them were from his personal experiences. The sole reason why Changbin and Jisung gladly accepted him as part of the production team.

As they talk about the song for a while, Minho stands up and turns on the music. They finished creating the choreography right before the break and it was time to practice it along with the music.

Both of their playful expressions vanish. Focusing on their reflections on the mirrored walls. Their eyes were full of passion and concentration, as the room was filled with a familiar tune. All at once their bodies fell in sync with each other.

Much more like Jisung and Changbin, Music, to them, was like turning back the clock, traveling and returning to a previous life full of agony, joy and sadness. They embraced the music and in turn the music took control. Both found themselves in a different world. A world of mystery. Mysteries they would love to discover.

Their movements flowed with a dazzling grace that took away the breath of every person in their soon-to-be street audience. Both boys could feel their soul become one with the music. Unleashing their emotions into the dance. They needed this as badly as they needed to breathe. The music came to a halt, the room was soon filled with heavy pants from Felix and Minho. “You’re still amazing as ever, Minho.” Felix fell on the floor, Minho followed suit, falling on top of Felix’s sweaty body. Minho chuckled loudly, his voice echoing around the four walls of the room, sending vibrations onto Felix’s figure. “I can say the same thing, Lix.”

“I wish Hyunjin was here.” Minho sits up, pulling Felix. “Yeah, it would be amazing if he performs with us.” They chat for a while before returning to practicing their dance.

—Hyunjin’s Daily Life (Jack of all trades Hyunjin)

One last click of the camera and Hyunjin relaxes on the bar stool. Three people run up to him at the same time, fixing up his makeup and outfit. He smiles at them, making the three of them blush. Gullible idiot. “Hyunjin? How about we take a break so we can proceed to a different setting?” Hyunjin beams at the camera man and the rest of the staff, bowing in the process. “Okay!” The staff guides him towards the dressing room, offering him some drinks and snacks. He declines politely, fetching his phone inside his backpack.

“Your manager is not here?” the make up artists ask. Hyunjin nods and pouts. “He just left me here hmp.” she giggles, moving her hands skillfully unto Hyunjin’s face. The stylist comes in and shows him the next set of clothes. Hyunjin changes into them and walks out of the waiting room, his eyes grew wide at the new set. Tons of flowers decorated the set, and in the center was a king-like chair. “This set is so pretty!'' He can’t help but admire the vivid shades of flowers around the place, and the cameraman asks him to sit on the chair. And once he did, everyone in the studio grew quiet and stared in awe at the King sitting on his throne.

Being the gullible handsome idiot he is, Hyunjin smiles prettily. Reaching out his hand, Hyunjin places one of the flowers in between his fingers, his face cornering in to smell the scent. With eyes closed, his side profile was majestic. And it was definitely the perfect shot. No cues were issued at all, the cameraman proceeds on taking the shots, shaking his head in disbelief on how amazing the model is.

“Thank you for your hard work!” closing the car door, Hyunjin gives the staff who sent him off, one last fleeting glass before Woojin pulls into the highway. “Was the shoot fun?” Hyunjin beams and begins to tell his fun day to Woojin, which the alpha gladly listens to. He always does. Hyunjin has this very puppy-like look on his face when talking about how exciting his day went by, and Woojin was never sick of it. “Do I have another schedule for today?”

Woojin hums in response. “So there is?” Hyunjin breaks into a fit of whine. “I’m tired~” Woojin grins, taking a right turn. “Eh? Where are we going?”

“How about we stretch some muscles?” With a small smile on his face, Woojin pulls up in front of a dance studio, leaving the dumbfounded Hyunjin to process what he just said. “YAY!” with a light chuckle, Woojin pushes the door open. allowing the overly excited Hyunjin to come in. Woojin already booked a room, he knew Hyunjin would be stressed out from work and the wolf had a long day ahead of him. It was his duty as Hyunjin’s manager to take care of the boy.

According to the brands Hyunjin had worked with, he was definitely perfect. With his honey-dripping looks, his long stature, his physique, the boy was beyond perfect. And to add the fact that he was an amazing dancer? The complete package. Seungmin on the other hand had one rude thing to add ‘He was an utter and complete idiot’ no one in the mansion spoke a word after Seungmin said it. Not even Jeongin. Hyunjin is an utter and complete idiot. Not that it was a flaw, weirdly enough it added him a bit of charm. When the ladies think that he doesn’t really notice their looks, they fall harder for the guy.

But it was not all rainbows and bright lights for Hyunjin. Whenever they moved from one country to another, the friends he made on the way made him feel like he only had the looks. Especially when he went to Korea. Scouts were always swarming around him on a daily basis, some of them even came from big companies. He did refuse every single one of the offers, but that was not the case in the first few weeks in Seoul. He had accepted one of the auditions. Hyunjin woke up early and prepared for his audition. He had a dance piece, a song, and a rap prepared.

“He’s so handsome.”

“Companies only look for good faces these days.”

“I bet he doesn’t have any talent.”

“Well, he could only be in a group for the eye candy.”

Those words coming from his fellow auditionees dawned on him. Because their words were true. He did not have any talent at all. He cannot sing or dance or rap. They were right, he was just another pretty face. That’s why he quit even before they got to contract signing.

You would think that he gave up and just let those words bring him down. You would think that he just quit and accepted his fate. But no, Hyunjin wanted to prove them wrong. He wanted to prove to everyone in that audition room that he was not just a visual. He started practicing dancing, he learned rapping on his own but Changbin and Jisung guided him all the way. And now both wolves acknowledged his talent, even saying they would surpass both of them.

Hyunjin may be a big softie, always clinging to his members, always teasing them. But he was as hard-working as the next guy. His heart is pure.

Woojin stares in awe as Hyunjin’s face turns into something mesmerizing as he dances. The sweat glistened down his face and neck, the way his body moves fluidly along the music. He was definitely a sight to see and Woojin can’t help but say…

“You’re amazing, Hyunjin.”

—Seungmin’s Daily Life (Witch photographer with Puppy Visuals)

To be honest, Seungmin’s life before the mansion was plain and boring. He would wake up, get ready for school. And once inside the campus, he had to deal with council work and at the same time his classes. By the end of the day, his social battery will be more than drained, he will stop by at Chan’s shop. Not that he helps out there, he just sits and nags the vampire all day.

But everything changed when the fire nation attacked, JOKE.

Everything changed when he met Jeongin. His world suddenly grew way larger than before. Seungmin had a hard time adjusting to it, but everyone helped him to do so. He was lowkey in denial at first, but he really was thankful for the pack.

“For the last time, Hwang. I don’t want to move in with you guys.” Seungmin rolls his eyes at Hyunjin. The wolf was all over his face as soon as he entered the mansion, he held the urge to punch the wolf on his gut because he knew he would be the only one in pain. Seungmin snaps his fingers and Hyunjin’s vision goes blurry, and when he regains his sight, the witch is no longer in front of him. Turning to his heel, Hyunjin dashes across the hall, right in time to jump Seungmin.

But he fell on the floor instead, face first. Rubbing his injured nose, Hyunjin whines. Plopping down beside Changbin who cooed the poor wolf. “Yeah, why don’t you want to move in? We have plenty of room here.” Before Jisung can finish his statement, Chan cuts him off.

“It’s no use, Ji. Seungmin’s not the type of person to live with other people. Especially you rowdy bunch.” a unison of ‘Hey’ was said before Woojin entered the living room. His usual smile plastered on his face. “What do you guys mean? Seungmin’s moving here today.”

The room went still and silent. 6 pairs of heads turn towards Woojin’s position. Seungmin snorts, failing to hold back his laughter. A few moments later, he burst into a fit of cackles, slapping his thigh as he let out all his pent-up emotions. “You should see the look on your pathetic faces!” Seungmin found himself trapped in an embrace with different members trying to get a hold of him as he laughed. “You’re such a jerk!” Felix whined, lightly slapping Seungmin’s arm. “I don’t know why I’m friends with you, to be honest.” Chan shakes his head; he was the only one who didn’t jump on Seungmin. Well, Woojin on the other hand was chuckling silently on the side.

“Did you bring your stuff?” Woojin asks. Seungmin nodded, the boys removed themselves from Seungmin, fixing each other’s clothes. All eyes lock onto Seungmin magically producing a miniature briefcase. “What the hell is that?” Minho moved in closer to take a look at the small bag. His teeth protruding from his lips, ‘that’s actually really cute’ Seungmin thought. “It’s my stuff.” with a twirl of his finger, the mini case grew into a regular sized one.

“You may be an asshole, but your magic is amazing.”

“Thank you, giggles.” Seungmin responds proudly, opening the briefcase.

“You’re welco—HOLD UP WHAT THE HELL”

Hyunjin bolts upright from his seat, almost shoving his face near Seungmin’s busy hands. “Is that a trolley—WOOJIN HE’S WRENCHING A WHOLE ASS TROLLEY FROM HIS BRIEFCASE---” Jisung cannot believe his eyes, Hyunjin’s reaction was exactly what he’s feeling right now. How is that even possible? Seungmin laughs, “You dumdum. I'm a witch.”

For the past 2 hours, Seungmin has been pulling out his stuff and equipment from the briefcase. The rest got used to it as time passed by but Hyunjin is still going on about how Seungmin pulls out a cabinet full of books. “Can I fit? Can I? Can I?” pushing Hyunjin’s overly-excited face from his face, Seungmin closes the briefcase right after he pulls out the last spell book. He snaps his fingers and the briefcase vanishes. Leaving Hyunjin pouting. “You can. But you’re just gonna fall into a complete and infinite oblivion, floating around lifelessly as you dwell deep on your inhumane thoughts.”

“Seungmin, stop scaring the poor pup.” Chan warns, rubbing his hand against Hyunjin who threw himself at him. “What a big baby.” Hyunjin made faces at Seungmin but cowered against Chan’s chest when the witch pulled out the briefcase once again. As the witch playfully approaches him, he detaches himself from Chan and starts sprinting out the backyard. Looking back to see if the witch was after him, he trips on his own foot, falling on the grass.

Hyunjin groans and flips himself, his eyes grew wide and face grew paler, Seungmin was just a few inches away from him, a grin etched on the witch’s face. His eyes falter onto the witch’s hand where he sees the briefcase wide open. Normally the inside of it would look like any other box but it was pitch black, almost like a void sucking him in.

“HELP!!!”

The rest of the pack let Seungmin have his fun, but Woojin had to step in once half of Hyunjin’s body disappeared inside the briefcase. With tears in his eyes, Hyunjin wobbled, Changbin supported the disheveled wolf with his weight. He tried hard not to laugh. “You’re such a fucking dick.”

The briefcase disappears once again from Seungmin’s hand as he turns to face the poor wolf. He laughs maniacally and shakes his head. “And you said you’re the beta?”

“H-Hey!”

The rest of the day consisted of Seungmin fixing up his stuff. Woojin had already decorated his room, actually, Changbin stepped in line to manage everything. The last time Woojin helped with the interior design, it looked like a teen’s room going through an emo phase. “We’ll have the basement cleaned up by next week. I contacted Ria and she said she’ll be here by Monday.” Seungmin nods, placing the last piece of shirt neatly on top of his clothing. He closes the cabinet door and walks out the closet with Woojin on his trail. He just agreed with whatever Woojin told him, not that he had a choice. The alpha insisted on doing so.

But before he could close the closet door, some figures pop out of nowhere, dashing inside the closet. “Wow. These are really dandy clothing you got here, Seungs.” Hyunjin carelessly opens one of the cabinets and rummages through Seungmin’s coats and long sleeves. “You even ironed them out before hiding them.”

“I always thought you had an adorable sense of fashion.” Jisung chimes in, pulling his hoodie over his head to wear one of Seungmin’s coats. Changbin, who was busy going through Seungmin’s shoes, turns around and points at Jisung, all the same time laughing at the wolf. “Ji! Haha! You look so small in Seungs coat omg.” Jisung pouts as hastily takes off the coat and throws it at Changbin’s face. “Then how about you try it!”

“I’m too buff for this.” Changbin snickers, proudly rolling up his sleeves and flexing in front of the boys. “Minho and I have been going to the gym,” the idiot mentioned was now standing beside the other idiot. He rolls up his sleeves and does an X symbol with Changbin’s arm. “Yep. You know you have to be fit to attract some ladies.”

“Hey! I have abs!” Felix pulls up his shirt and flexes his abdomen. Jisung felt challenged, so he pulled up his shirt to show his pack. “Me too.”

“My thighs are thick.” Hyunjin adds, placing his foot onto the chair in the center of the closet, flexing his thighs as he makes a handsome face.

Seungmin sighs, turning to Woojin and Chan who were watching the boys with fatherly gazes and smiles. “You deal with this bullshit every day?”

“Hey. You have dealt with it too ever since you met them.” Seungmin sighs once more at Chan’s remarks. The vampire was correct, he does handle this nonsense every day. “But,” gazing back at Woojin, the alpha gives him a toothy smile. “You like it, don’t you?”

He avoids Woojin’s eyes and crosses his arms against his chest. Chan smiles, he has known Seungmin for a long time now. The witch was a bit of a bitch and was always so full of himself. But other than that, he was a caring person. He hates violence. Hates humans being hurt.

He may come out blunt and arrogant, but in reality, Seungmin is a nice person. Once you get to know him. Chan rarely saw the witch smile, like the genuine type of smile. But these days, he could see it more often. Often than normal.

“No, I don’t.” Seungmin turns to his heel, trying his best to hide the smile on his face. ‘I love you idiots.’ Even if it was just a murmur, the rest of the boys knew Seungmin meant well.

“PILE UP ON THE BED!” with Jisung’s annoying voice, Woojin pulls Seungmin, shoving him onto the bed. “NO! I JUST FIXED THE SHEET—OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE! YOU BASTARDS WILL PAY FOR THIS!”

Hyunjin’s distant scream can be heard. “NO! NOT THE BRIEFCASE!”

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louisfrecklesss · 5 years

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LCH | Louisentine [2]

Description: Clementine becomes a little bit of a mess after making a silly mistake, her new friend Louis is able to help her however. Will she accept this help? Does she want the help?

Words: 1,791 shit, didn’t feel like that many words

Ship: Clementine x Louis

Warnings: drugs i guess, not extreme though

Genre: high school au, fluff

A/N: first of all, this is a series now fight me if you disagree. secondly, I hope this isn’t bad or else I will have to cancel this series, effective immediately. Anyway, love to Louis and his freckles. Thank you for reading! and happy new year, I keep forgetting to say that today, well yesterday now because I finished writing this at fucking 3am

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“No, because he’s a complete dick.” Clementine grabs one of the brownies Violet left on the table while she is in the bathroom. She holds her phone to her ear talking to Minnie who is getting all the information about the new guy Clementine encountered.

“You don’t even want to try it Clementine?” Minnie replies, Clem can hear the faint noise in the background as the girl was packing her bags.

“He told me he would want to take my home with him, and used my skirt as an excuse!” At this point she realised that she was speaking rather loud, some faces turned as she spoke, but not enough knew what she was talking about anyway.

“Listen babygirl, I would go for it. But I’m a hoe and that’s why Violet loves me.” She chuckles briefly before continuing. “You never know what could happen.”

Clementine nods at this, suddenly worried why she was wondering if a Fox really ever makes a sound. She mumbles the question to Minnie who brushes her off and cuts the phone as she’s a little busy.

She pops the rest of the brownie into her mouth wanting more even though she’s already had about five. The common area was rather empty, still had a significant amount of people in it but not enough to focus on whatever the curly haired girl was doing. Clementine sits on her chair in a rather unladylike position, legs open, head rest back and hand reaching for another brownie. She’s thinking of the most silly things anyone could ever think off. Why can’t you see the clouds through the roof? When it rains, do the clouds pee or cry? The gaps in the clouds, is that it’s eyes, mouth and nose?

“I can already see that’s your thinking face.”

She didn’t need to open her eyes to put the smooth, soothing voice to the beautiful face. Popping one eye open, she looks at Louis who flashes a wide grin. Immediately spotting the gap in between his teeth around the back of his mouth; she wanted to trace every freckle on his face and connect them together with a marker pen.

“Hello, Mr Louie.”

“It’s Louis.” He takes a seat next to her twisting the chair so that the back of the chair is facing Clementine.

“I know what it is Louie. How are you? Brownie?”

He shakes his head not wanting anything to do with those brownies, he could already tell from a mile away something was wrong with them. Clementine, however, wanting to play with Louis’ hair all of a sudden, has no idea what is wrong with the brownies. To be honest, she couldn’t see anything wrong with them anyway.

“You shouldn’t be eating those in school, Clem.” He reaches to grab them away from her but her hazelnut eyes glare into this soul as she shoves another on in her mouth.

“Since when were we on a first name basis?”

“Since I don’t know your last name.” A faint chuckle escapes his lips a he leans further on the chair closer to the girls face.

Clementine rests her head on the back of Louis’ chair, which is in front as he flipped the chair around, her eyes were closing slightly causing Louis to just stare and admire how peaceful she looks.

“What the shit? Where’s my brownies?” Violet screams jolting everyone in the room rather than just her friends, or friend and acquaintance. Clementine doesn’t react until a good minute after her friend has asked the question.

“About to come out in a seco-” Clementine hurls without any content coming out but it causes both Louis and Violet to back up, Louis jumping straight out his chair.

“You ate my pot brownies?” Violet grabs the container shoving it in her back before turning to Clementine who looked like she was ready to pass out any second now.

“They’re not in a pot.” Louis couldn’t help but chuckle at Clementine’s innocent, or maybe she was just too high to realise what she was saying right now.

“They’re weed brownies, you just took weed. Ever hit a blunt before?”

The girl eyes widen as she finally comprehends what Louis is saying to her; no she has never ‘hit a blunt’ in his words and now her father is going to kill her when she returns home like this.

“Daddy is going to kill me.”

“Yes, she still calls her dad daddy Louis. She’s not talking to you this time.” Violet taps the boys shoulder as it falls down in disappointment. He hits his knee with the palm of his hand shaking his head slowly.

He pulls on the most sarcastic voice he could, which was pretty impressive. “Damn it. I thought i had her in the bag then.”

“I need to go home and hid from my daddy.”

“He is at home Clem, remember?” Louis grabs Clementine’s bag putting it on his shoulder. Clementine makes a face with her eyebrows almost mending with her baby hairs around the edges. “I’m not drunk Louis, I know.”

“Oh my, are you taking her home Lou? That’s great, I have some things that I really need to get too at home. We barely know you but I know your name so if she’s dead tomorrow I will find you and kill you. Keep her safe!” Violet runs off before any one of them could even protest against the idea.

“Let’s get you home Clementine.”

“So, it is your real hair?” Clementine holds a bag that contains her thirty minute old vomit in it, after violet left and Louis attempted to help Clem stand up, it just resulted in her throwing up for the next half an hour.

“Yes Clem, this is my real hair.” Louis sighs shifting her bag on his shoulder slightly before holding her hand again. She seems to drift away from him every time he lets go of her hand, and in her current state she can’t be moving on her own. “What is your door number, darling?”

“I don’t know, take a guess.” Clementine giggles uncontrollably, if this was anyone else such as Louis’ best friend Marlon, he would have left him at the school vomiting all over himself. But for some reason he wanted to take Clementine all the way home and make sure that she was safe. Also, Violet would murder him if he didn’t take care of Clementine like she said he should.

More of the many chuckles he’s done today rest on his lips again before he walks up to a lucky number sixteen knocking on the door of the street. Clementine just stands there with her hands twisted in his standing close to him. Louis figured that this is the stage where she was starting to lose focus and everything is moving ten times slower than it really is in the real world.

She looks up at the sky as she waits for someone to open the house door, the sun is bright in her eyes and she leans her head on Louis shoulder mumbling something that he couldn’t comprehend. “What was that you said Clem?”

“There’s a really big traffic light in the sky.” Louis couldn’t contain his laughter this time, exploding out loud bent over slightly holding his stomach. “That’s th-the sun.”

“Oh.” Clementine smiles slyly before stuffing her hand in her bag that’s on Louis back, never releasing her hand from his, and pulling out some house keys.

“You had house keys this whole time?” She nods pushing the key in trying to turn it and open the door. It wasn’t long before someone opens the door from the other-side.

“Clementine?” The named girl stood with her house key trying to open this door ,which is now discovered to not be her house, with her hand held by the wide eyed boy next to her.

“Mrs Wiltham, how are you today?”

“Peachy darlin’, why are you trying to open my house with a key?”

“I’m so sorry ma’am, she’s a little, messy right now.” Louis jumps in pulling the key out and keeping it in his free hand. Clementine taps the door awkwardly as if she was checking for any cracks or marks.

“See you tomorrow Mrs Wiltham, I’ll cut your grass with daddy!” Clementine shouts as she was getting pulled away by the freckled boy. “Tell Lee I said thank you!” The old lady replied waving away the two. “Your boyfriend is very handsome!”

“Thank you!” Clementine voices waving until she is out of site from her street neighbour.

“So I guess it wasn’t lucky number sixteen.”

“It’s door number twenty three, Louie.” Clementine hops over to the door shoving her key in before pushing the door open. “Honey, I’m home!”

Clementine has seemed to forgotten that Louis is with her even though she has not let go of his hand; she removes her shoes before Lee walks in with a small boy in his arms sleeping.

“You’re late, and who’s this?”

“Louis Hammington, sir,” He reaches out his hand which Lee shakes balancing the sleeping three year old on his hips.

“Thank you for bringing her home. I can see she’s in a, state.”

“Yes, to be honest with you sir, she was just hungry and someone had brownies with weed in and- I think you can guess what happened from there on. It was a completely harmless action she didn’t mean to get high.” Louis nods rapidly flashing a small toothy smile.

“I like you already son. Boyfriend?”

Louis’ eyebrows knit together before growing in size and releasing the girls hand to which she whined slightly.

“No, no no. No. Just a friend.”

“Well, friend, thank you for helping her. You want to stay for dinner, I don’t mind?”

“No, I need to get home. Mum is expecting me. Thank you though, I will take up that offer another time.”

Lee nods ushering Clementine to her room upstairs to which she turns to Louis smiling and waving goodbye; her smile is like honey, sweet and beautiful, it was almost impossible for Louis to turn away from her when she’s smiling like that.

“See you later Louis.” She sings in a singsong voice while walking slowly up the stairs, she almost fell over on one of the steps almost dropping her vomit bag causing the boy to let out a breathy laugh.

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 6 years

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3AM Drive - Thru (JJK x You x The8/Minghao)// Chapter 13

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“Jeon Jungkook?” Y/N exclaimed, she cant help but smile so widely. Jungkook chuckled.

“We are halfway around the world away from home, and of all the faces and all the places, we had to meet each other. If this is not fate, then I dont know what this is,” Jungkook walked over to Y/N, grinning with his bunny teeth showing.

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Its only been a few days, but Minghao is going crazy. He tried to reach Y/N, texting and calling but not once was it answered. Worse, the text is not even delivered. Is she really that mad at him to the extent that she dont even bother to open her phone? Is she busy? She did go there for business meetings afterall. Did something happen to her phone? Worse, did something happen to her?

So many thought crowding his mind and he knows, no matter how he tries to distract himself with dancing or helping Hoshi with new cheographies, only a reply from Y/N can ease his mind.

His mind returned back to the night of the party while he slide down at the corner of the practice room.

After he send the text to Y/N and told her that he will be out as soon as he meets the new girl group, he quickly grabbed his clothes and change. Totally forgetting to take out his phone from the suit he is currently wearing.

Once arrived at the after party, their manager gather them together and introduce them to the representative of a cosmetic brand that is interested to cast them and the new girl group for their new advertisement campaign.

After the formalities and unofficial agreements has been made, the representatives tells them to let loose and share a toast. Minghao politely refused at first, but both the manager and S.Coups glared at him, silently telling him not to be rude. One shot of toast turn to many others as apparently business people have many things to toast to.

He’s guessing that is when he got insanely drunk as his alcohol tolerance was never high anyway. Bits and pieces of him dancing, laughing and being extra friendly with the girl group members came back to him. Even in his drunk state, the thoughts of Y/N is still evident in his mind but he cant even seem to remember his own name at that moment, let alone that Y/N is waiting for him somewhere outside in the cold.

What he does remember is him helping one of the girls home. She, apparently is a lot drunker than he is and had drunk forced him to help take her home. With his already half sober state, he helped her back to her apartment. While trying to help her enter the building, she grabbed him out of the sudden for a kiss and that must be when the papparazzi snapped the photos. The photos that Y/N had seen. He immediately push her away, asks the building doorman to help her and call a car to get home. He straight away passed out when he reached his room, too tired and too drunk to think of anything else.

The memories of that night makes him shudder. He swears that he wont ever touch a drink again, even for formalities or business deals, never again. Maybe except on his weddjng day with Y/N. Minghao shakes his head to that thoughts. Yeah right, like she would ever even speak to him again.

Despite not receiving any respond from Y/N, Minghao still keeps on trying. He sends long text messages explaining the situation, asking, no, begging, for forgiveness and daily good morning and good night texts, hoping that when Y/N finally opens her phone, she will understand and maybe forgive him. As for now, Minghao can only wish for the days to come faster, yearning for the day Y/N was scheduled to come back from her trip. He promise himself, if by some miracle Y/N forgives him and still wants him, he will finally succumb to his feelings and never letting her go ever again.

Days passed by, and nothing change. Minghao still tries to distract himself with extra practice and dancing, and he still relentlessly texting and calling Y/N, which still have her phone off.

“Oh shit,” a voice from across the practice room snap him back to reality. Minghao looked up from his phone to see DK, Mingyu and Seungkwan looking at him. They seem to be gathering around, looking at something Mingyu is showing on his phone. And by the way they were looking at him now, he’s pretty sure its something related to him. Is it rumors about him and the girl group again?

“What?” Minghao is irritated.

“Nothing hyung,” Seungkwan quickly hide the phone behind him.

“Okay now I know its definitely something,” Minghao gets up and snatched the phone away. All three of them, including Seungkwan, who has been thoroughly informed by Mingyu, knows about the ‘tragedy’ between him and Y/N, and they know better not to mess with him when he’s in this kind of mood.Minghao sends them a death glare and looks at the phone.

BTS’ JEON JUNGKOOK & SONG Y/N SPOTTED IN A CAFE IN SPAIN! Are they on a secret romantic getaway together?

Below the headlines are photos of Jungkook and Y/N sharing a cozy lunch in a small cafe in the middle of Spain. Most importantly, they are laughing and happy. Minghao almost threw the phone against the wall if its not for DK who went to snatch the phone away from him.

Is this why you didnt even bother to power on your phone? Was I right? Did you finally realize your feelings for me are just temporary and gone back to Jungkook?

And as if the universe is mocking him, his phone dings, indicating a text message is received. He eyed the screen to see who’s the sender.

Y/N ♡

———————————————————– “You cant be serious?!” Y/N screamed. She’s not one to loose her temper easily, especially when its towards an innocent worker.

The airport staff just told her that they have lost, no, quoting them 'misplaced’ all her luggage. After a long night of not sleeping yesterday, jetlegged and the emotional stress with what happened with Minghao, Y/N just feels like punching somebody right now. And the staff who delivered her the god awful bad news seems like a very good candidate. What kind of business class flight is this? This is why she should have listen to her father and just take the company private chartered flight. But no, she just had to insist on taking the normal flight.

“We..we are sorry miss. But we will find the misplaced luggage in 72 hours,” the airport staff stuttered. Y/N close her eyes and rubbed her temples.

“Fine! Like there’s anything I can about it anyway. But be informed that I will never ever board your flight company again! And a very personal complain will be sent straight to your CEO!” she huffed and walked away. The staff just nodded weakly. It was not in Y/N’s nature to get angry and act rude to others, but she just cant take anymore bad news today.

“Dont worry miss. We will straight away plan a shopping trip to replace all your lost belongings after you are well rested,” her assistant rush to catch up with her fast pace.

“Fine,” Y/N rummaged through her carry on and finally realized something. “Arghhhhhh,” her scream almost gave her already frightened assistant a heart attack.

“Miss are you alright?”

“My phone is in my luggage! My lost luggage!”

After she had send the last message to Minghao, she was so upset to the point she immediately turn it off and carelessly just threw it inside her luggage. She cant and wont be using it on the plane anyways. Especially she knows that Minghao must be having a terrible hangover and there’s no way in hell he would be awake at 7am.

Y/N did look forward to read his explanation, if there is any, or any reply from him once she reached her destination. As much as what happenned last night upset her and broke her heart, she stills believes in Minghao. She believes that he wont do that to her on purpose. He won’t, wouldn’t he? He said he love her, didnt he? And now… this shit happen!

“We..we can also buy a new phone, miss,” her assistant stuttered. Praying to God that Y/N wont scream at her this time.

“What’s the point… it will take time to reconfigure it again for me to get all my texts and stuff, and that is if they can retrieved it,” Y/N almost feels like crying now. “I guess I’ll just wait for them to return my luggage,”

After a relaxing shower and a nice short nap, Y/N is ready for her shopping trip to find a few neccessities for the next few days until her luggage is found. She still have about 2 days before all her meetings start, and she plan to use it wisely on food and shopping.

Y/N had requested to go on her shopping trip alone and ask her driver to just take the car and wait for her at a coffee shop. She knows she can spend hours in one shop alone and she understands how boring it is for a middle age man to follow her around for things like that.

After a couple of hours, and with dozens of shopping bags in tow (of course she bought more that just to replace her lost belongings), Y/N spotted a cafe not far away and decide to take a short tea break before continuing round two.

As she was balancing all her purchases between her two hands and steadying herself to walk on the cobble stone walkway in her 5 inch heels, a man who seems in a rush bumped into her, causing her to fall flat on her butt, all her bags strewn everywhere. The man says a quick sorry and rushed off, not even bothering to check if she was okay.

Seriously, can today get any worse?

“Excuse me miss, let me help you,” a man addressed her in English, picking and passing her one of her bags and offering her a hand to help her up. She brushed the dust off her skirt and looked up to the man, ready to thank him.

“Jeon Jungkook?” Y/N exclaimed, she cant help but smile so widely. Jungkook chuckled.

“We are halfway around the world away from home, and of all the faces and all the places, we had to meet each other. If this is not fate, then I dont know what this is,” Jungkook pulled Y/N up, grinning with his bunny teeth showing.

“Its so so so nice to see a familiar face!” she jumped to hug him, hands around his neck. After the day she had, it is really nice to see someone familiar. Y/N is too caught up in her happiness that she didnt realize she is hugging Jeon Jungkook a little too intimately.

Jungkook, on the other hand, can feel his heart beating faster and faster because of her actions. Calm down, Jungkook. It’s just a friendly hug.

“Wow, someone seems to be happy to see me! You must be having a bad day, Y/N,” he teased. “But by looking at that,” he points to the shopping bags strewn everywhere , “I might be wrong,” he laughs.

“Oh shut up! I am having a bad day. The worse actually,” Y/N playfully smack his chest. Jungkook laughs and helps her pick up all her shopping bags.

“Let’s go for a drink, and you can tell me all about your bad day,”

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“Andddd that’s what happen. I mean, I could have been kidnap right now and my team wont even have a way to contact me. Well, atleast now I can get kidnap in a stylish outfit,” Y/N raised one of her shopping bags. Jungkook chuckle.

“By the way, what are you doing here? You didnt tell me you were also flying out yesterday,”

“We are here for a fansign and a photoshoot for our summer package promotions,” Jungkook explains. The thought didnt cross his mind yesterday to tell Y/N that he is also flying out. Nothing crosses his mind that night actually. His thoughts were consumed by Y/N and Y/N alone.

Just sitting there in front of her in McDonald’s, wearing his beautifully tailored suit and her in such a gorgeous dress, he never felt happier. They were talking and joking and laughing just like old times and Jungkook wishes for nothing more than wanting that moment to last forever.

And now, so far away from home, she ended up in front of him again. Talking about her day so animatedly. Telling him things like they had never went through a bad time. Laughing with him like he never broke her heart. Jungkook cant help but just stare at her. If only you are still mine. He shakes his head and smile.

“Y/N, if you have time during your trip, maybe we can explore the city together? The hyungs never wants to go around with me,” Jungkook pouts.

“Hey, what a great idea! I’m all alone anyways. My team never wants to explore places with me. Something about 'not wanting to hang around with the boss’. I’m an amazing boss, and I’m also a great friend! I dont understand whyyy,” Y/N complains.

Her pouty action makes the butterflies in Jungkook’s heart went on a rampage. He shows his bunny smile, “Great. Then I will pick you up at your hotel everyday when we are both done with our things okay?”

Y/N simply nodded. Not sensing anything other than maybe Jungkook is really trying to reconcile their friendship. Y/N suddenly grab his hand.

“Let me send all my things to the car and let’s go to the beach before we go home. Its almost sunset!” Y/N excitedly jumped up from her seat. Jungkook just agree. Y/N asking him to go to the beach with her, laughing with him, agreeing to sight see with him everyday in a foreign city…

If this is a dream, he dont ever want to wake up.

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“I’m sorry it took longer than expected Miss,” the airport staff apologized profusely. Y/N just nodded, says a quiet thanks and wheeled all her luggage away. To be honest, she is still angry about the incident but right now she just wants to get back to the hotel and dig her phone out.

The first thing she did once she reached her room is plug in the charger. Once her phone lights up, she quickly finds the name she had wanted to reach for days now. She starts reading all his texts. More tears starts strraming down her face with every text she reads. He had explained the situation. He had asked for forgiveness. Although apparently he didnt actually went home with the girl, he did get drunk and left her alone in the cold to party and kiss the said girl. Y/N knows he doesnt mean it but still, what he did hurt. She can forgive hin for being stood up, the drunkeness, but the girls? Of everything he can forgive a man for, infidelity is definitely not one of it. But is it cheating if they are not even together?

Just then, her phone dings, indicating a new text message. Minghao. She quickly clicks the icon.

I love you Song Y/N. Please come back to me.

Y/N close her eyes and let the tears flow. Since the night that she confessed, Minghao never actually says he loves her again so directly. She knows he finally believe her when she said that she’s sure of her feelings for him, but she really dont know, at this moment, if she can forgive what he did so easily. Minutes passed, and she finally typed back a reply.

I’m sorry. I need time.

———————————————————– Chapter 14 Preview (FINAL EPISODE)

Jungkook kneeled down on one knee, one hand holding hers and another one holding open a small ring box.

“I dont want to ever lose you again. I dont ever want to feel regret for letting you walk out from my life ever again. Song Y/N, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, showering you with the love that you deserve. Will you marry me?”

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Y/N smiles.

Minghao quickly turns away from what he saw. It seems that his one mistake will haunt him forever. It costs him to lose the love of his life.

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labradorloverr-blog · 6 years

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My Zodiac: He’s gonna be the death of me.

GUYS I THOUGHT OF THIS AT 3AM. It’s going to be an amazing book I’m really excited. I hope everyone enjoys because for once I created something of my own. I am moving on up from fanfictions!!! Which I will still write of course.

Chapter One: James Olivia Franklin

Zodiacs.

Honestly, a load of bullshit. People use star constellations to tell them who they should fall in love with. Or to justify their shitty personalities and guys use them as pick up lines. They shouldn’t waste their time like this.

When I was young and bedtime didn’t really exist, and the rare occasion my mom had a night off, I would be out in the fields behind our house with her. We would be wrapped in blankets, and have a telescope and hot cocoa.

She would look up at the sky, with the stars reflecting in her eyes and tell me, “Jamie, they’re out there. They’re watching us.” She believes there is no god or jesus or Greek gods or literally any of them. “It’s the twelve Zodiacs that take care of us.” There’s probably a reason she’s crazy.

She's not really crazy, it’s only dementia.

She used to be an amazing astronomer, she would do lectures and teach college classes all about the sky. I share her love for the night sky. That’s what I’m going to to do when I get hell hole called high school. But I’m gonna make sure this silly zodiac crap is put to rest.

My name is Jamie, or James Olivia Franklin, I’m eighteen and 5’3. My middle name is for a girl. I have three older brothers, two live at home and one is a lawyer or something I don’t care honestly. My dad is an alcoholic and my mother lives in a special home downtown. I hate people. I hate talking to them, I hate them talking to me, I hate lunchtime, I hate parties and assemblies and pep rallies. It’s all pointless. I don’t need anybody to help me achieve my goals. I can do everything alone. I just hate things in general, kay?

“Are you gonna finish your sandwich?”

Okay, I lied. There is one person.

Quinzel Martinez, 5’7, total math nerd, a hottie from Brazil, and everybody calls him Quinn, and my best friend. He’s the only person who listens to me. The only person who has helped me go through my mother’s sickness.

We’re in the cafeteria and he asks me the same question everyday, and he knows the routine. I take out an extra sandwich I brought just for him.

“You’re the coolest!!” He bites into it and swallows. “Screw being an astronomer, just be a chef. This sandwich is heaven in between two pieces of wheat bread.”

“It’s whole grain.”

“Same thing.”

“No it’s not,” I look up from my college level textbook I took from the box of my moms stuff that was in the attic.

“Are we gonna argue about this again?” I look back down at my book.

“If you just admit I’m right then no argument is needed,” he laughs shaking his head continuing to eat. That’s another thing, I’m very stubborn. But he doesn’t get pissed off like other students, or smack me in the head like my brothers. I remember the first time we met in kindergarten, thirteen years ago.

“My name is Quinzel Rivero Rodriguez Martinez! But please call me Quin,” his brown hair was really short back then and spiky. He had on a shirt with a college name on it that was too big and pants that sagged. His shoes were transformers like mine. When class started he sat next to me.

I had really big glasses that covered almost my whole face and my hair was long. My clothes actually fit, I found out years later his clothes didn’t fit because his father had to steal them.

“I’m...I’m Jamie….” I wasn’t looking at him. Before I resented all other human beings I wanted friends. But I was shy. As the weeks went by in our first two year of school Quin would just talk and talk and talk, and I would just nod or shake my head. We would sit together in class and in lunch and he even came to my house a couple times and I went to his many times. His family loved me, gave me so much attention.

Attention I craved, my mother was working most nights, my dad was always drunk, my brothers wouldn’t talk to me unless they were yelling at me. Quinn’s family was so different, they ate meals together and laughed and played games. I remember the first time I made him laugh, in 2nd grade. It was on a beach his family took me too.

“I love sand, it’s so great,” he had his hands elbow deep in the sand on his stomach. I was making a neat sandcastle. “Do you like sand Jamie?” I wasn’t going to say anything and I could tell he was about to say something else to continue the conversation on his own like always. Until I finally spoke.

“One time I replaced my brothers protein powder with sand from my sandbox and it broke the blender when he made a smoothie.” He looked at me but I didn’t look up starting to turn red thinking I sounded stupid. Then he started laughing and laughed for a good five minutes. After that day we started having actual conversations. I now feel like I can tell him anything,he’s the only reason I use my phone.

Lunch is over and we go into our AP literature and sit next to each other as usual.

“Quin, What do you want to do in life?”

“Woah hitting me with the big questions today. Why do you ask?”

“Because it’s the one thing that doesn’t come out of your big mouth.”

“Ow...that hurts me Jamie.”

“Answer the question,” he laughs a bit and leans back in his chair thinking. Unfortunately the bell rang and class started. So I wasn’t going to find out till later.

If I don’t go home immediately my dad would beat me. I need to be home by 3:30 and school gets out at 3:00 and so I walk home. I go into the house and I sit on the couch. The house was relatively quiet, so dumb and dumber are probably gonna be our late. Dad is in the kitchen drinking. I take out my homework planner and my laptop.

“You still talking to that homo?”

“He’s not a homo dad.”

“He holds you back Jamie. You should be more like your older brother.”

“Oh so do drugs?”

“The other one”

“The one that got his girlfriend pregnant?”

“Your brother CAMERON!! Stop being smart with me boy!!” I flinched a little, I hated being afraid, my body clenches, I get a knot in my stomach, I starts shaking and just want to curl into a ball. It’s a horrible emotion. “Get your ass in here!! I’m gonna teach you a thing or two.” My brothers hate me, but they always protect me from him. I get up and go into my room closing the door and locking it. I sit against the door on the floor, it was happening again. “JAMIE!! Come. Here.”

My breathing started to quicken. My heart beating so fast and loud I could hear it in my ears. My hands started shaking and tears going down my fast. My phone went off and I pick it up trying to read the message. It’s from Quinn.

“Hey man I never told you what I want to do in life.” I can’t type, I was trying but my dad is still screaming my name. “Jamie???” I put my phone down, I had to calm down. “Jamie are you okay?”

“Is he doing it again?”

“I need you to respond Jamie.”

“JAMIE” he starts calling me and I barely press the answer button putting the phone to my ear. “Jamie...What’s going on?”

“I-can’t b-breathe.”

“Hey buddy. I’m here it’s okay.”

“T-Tell me about w-what you want to be…”

“Alright...I want to become a professor at Yale. I want to do something that will make a difference but won’t put me in the spotlight. Plus it’s the same place your mom used to do lectures and you’re going there. I got my acceptance letter yesterday.”

“H-Haha...You’ll be able to talk all day perfect for you,” dad had gotten quiet, he probably passed out.

“Exactly, my favorite thing to do...Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” I get up and sit on my bed. “I’m good. Thanks Quinn.’

“No problem. I’m gonna do some homework. But I’ll send you memes.”

“Alright. I’ll do the same. Except no memes.”

“You will get sucked into the tumblr hole.”

“Whatever.” I hang up. I started having panic attacks when my brother Cameron had gone to college when I was nine. Dad was drunk and hit me calling me a loser and saying I needed to be like him. Kyle and Eric stopped him from doing anything too bad but I was emotionally scarred. Quinn has always been there for me, and now that I know we’re going to the same college and will most likely rent an apartment, we’ll be together forever.

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A Lonely Mind: Keith POV

Written for Fernandidilly_yo who wondered what Keith’s POV was during the first part of the second chapter of A Lonely Mind. Written fairly quickly at 3am. I think it was a good way for me to get some more practice with Keith’s character. Do not read unless you have read A Lonely Mind

Keith was just walking in the hallway when he heard voices around the corner. He registered that it was Shiro and Pidge, but something about the tone they were using caused his steps to slow and then stop.

He didn’t think of it as eavesdropping. It was just a sort of survival instinct. When people around him started speaking in that tone, it wasn’t usually anything good, and for his own sake, he immediately listened to see if they were talking about him.

“I knew he wasn’t going to talk to you about it. He said he would, but I just got a bad feeling about it.”

“What kind of bad feeling?”

“I… don’t know. He just seemed really upset. I think the fighting overwhelmed him yesterday, but he wouldn’t tell me anything about it. Maybe if you just go check on him?”

Lance. They were talking about Lance. Keith turned and made a quiet retreat. He didn’t hear Shiro’s response, but he assumed their leader agreed to go find the other boy. Keith had been thinking about the events of the previous day. He was turning thoughts over in his mind, as if they were a daunting puzzle that he couldn’t quite work out. Something was wrong with Lance. It was obvious.

Maybe taking that hit to the head had done something to him. Keith fought back the guilt that still twisted in his gut. No, something had been off with him before… maybe it had started when he got shot that first time. Maybe it had been too much to process. It certainly seemed like Lance had been falling apart since then.

Keith felt guilt again. That first time he had been shot…He had told Lance to hurry up, to ‘be stealthy later.’ Then, before he knew it, Lance was on the ground and Keith was immediately so furious. He had never told Lance that the Galra who had shot him in the shoulder was dead. Keith had dispatched him quickly. With such a blind ferocity, that he hadn’t processed the blood on his own hands until they were back on the castleship and Lance was having his shoulder wound cleaned out by Coran. He walked the halls for a long time after that. Trying not to think about how if the shot had been moved over more, closer to his heart or skull, Lance could have died in front of him. He tried not to think about how he had so quickly killed the one who had hurt Lance. It was a war. These things happened in war.

Keith took a deep breath in through his nose. When he turned the corner he was only slightly surprised to see Hunk walking in his direction.

“Hey,” Hunk greeted casually.

“Hey, have you seen Lance?” Keith was more curious than anything. He wouldn’t listen in on a conversation between Lance and Shiro, but he was wondering if Shiro would have any trouble locating him.

“Yeah, he’s in the kitchen. You need him for something?”

“Not really.”

“Alright.” Hunk continued down the hall, not commenting on whether or not he thought the inquiry was a bit strange. Hunk was obviously headed off somewhere. He had looked as though he was in a bit of a hurry.

Keith decided to walk by the kitchen, just to see if Lance was actually in there. He knew Shiro was probably going to come to talk to Lance soon, but he just wanted to check on him as well. He could say it was just curiosity, but Keith was actually really worried about him. Pidge had said something about Lance’s gun being pointed at him yesterday? It didn’t make sense. Why would Lance do that? He just wanted to check, make sure Lance looked alright…

When Keith entered the kitchen, Lance was standing still, staring at the table. It was the look on his face that caught Keith off guard. He looked as though he had checked out, but there was a flash of a raw kind of fear in his eyes that made Keith actually approach him. Lance didn’t react to the sound of Keith’s footsteps and Keith thought he must have been having some kind of flashback or panic attack. Keith had seen it happen to Shiro before and the older boy’s expression had looked like the one that Lance had now.

Lance’s name died in Keith’s throat when he saw the knife. It was hovering over Lance’s arm and he was just staring at it so intently. Keith only had one second to react before the knife was being brought down toward Lance’s wrist.

Reacting more quickly than he thought was possible, Keith was suddenly there, grabbing both of Lance’s wrists and forcing them down against the tabletop. The handle of the knife thudded against the counter.

There was a brief moment when Lance just stared, gaping at him. Keith was trying to gather his thoughts. Was this really happening?

“What are you doing?” Keith asked loudly. It was stupid, because it had been obvious, but he didn’t want to believe it. This wasn’t just being overwhelmed. Lance was actively self-destructing.

“What? Nothing. I was just cutting up the vegetables.”

Lance was lying to his face. And he was doing it badly. Keith began squeezing Lance’s wrists and it probably hurt, but Keith needed to get the knife away, he needed to make Lance safe again. Lance grimaced, but the knife stayed in his hand.

"Keith, what's wrong with you? I wasn't doing anything. Let me go."

Keith couldn’t get him to drop the knife and it’s not like Lance wasn’t strong. If it came down to a real struggle, Keith didn’t think he would be able to keep ahold of him. Lance would get hurt right in front of him and there was nothing that Keith would be able to do about it again.

To hell with that.

"Shiro!" Keith shouted. He didn’t care that he sounded like a stupid kid shouting for his parent. He couldn’t do this alone.

"Keith! Let me go. I wasn't doing anything."

"Shiro!" Keith ignored him. Lance obviously wasn’t himself right now.

"Stop! Please don't tell Shiro!" Lance hissed. That did make him pause briefly, but Keith knew he needed Shiro’s help with this.

"Don't tell Shiro what? You said you weren't doing anything. Shiro!"

"Let me go. It's not what you think. Just let me go!"

"Shiro!"

"You're an asshole, Keith. Let me go, let me go!"

Keith held on as Lance began to struggle. He could feel his grip weakening, and he focused everything he had on not letting go. But even with his fingers digging into Lance’s wrist, Lance still wouldn’t drop the knife and it was starting to scare Keith. What if Shiro hadn’t thought to check the kitchen? What if nobody could hear him? How could he save Lance from this on his own?

"Keith?"

Shiro! Shiro had heard him! Keith didn’t have much time to be relieved because Lance twisted hard, a motion that nearly caused Keith to lose his footing.

"You don't understand!" Lance screamed. Keith felt a flair of irritation underneath the fear as Lance actually tried to hit him with his empty fist. Shiro was then there and he was trying to separate them, but Keith couldn’t let go. Shiro didn’t see the danger, he couldn’t let go yet.

"Lance was going to cut himself on purpose."

"What? Lance, why would you do that?"

When Lance started crying, it had startled Keith enough that he dropped one of Lance’s wrists. Lance wasn’t fighting anymore and Keith quickly removed the knife from his hand. He flung it across the counter, far away from them all. Lance was sobbing hard now and Keith realized that the immediate danger had passed.

Shiro was comforting Lance, telling him it was alright and Keith felt his irritation from earlier blossom into anger.

"It's not alright. I knew something was wrong with him. He was upset yesterday and made me promise not to tell...” Then something that Keith’s mind had been trying to piece together and make sense out of for over a week, suddenly made sense. “I knew he could have dodged that hit before. You let me hit you on purpose!" Keith was angry now. He was hurt and he felt betrayal at the realization. “How could you do that to me? You could have died!”

Shiro tried to calm Keith down, but it was obvious that Lance was the priority. Lance was in the most danger. Keith would have to wait. Keith tried to take a deep breath, but he just felt too upset to focus on calming down.

"What's going on?"

Hunk was back and he looked worried and startled by the scene in front of him.

There were too many people in the room now and Keith was soon kicked out along with Hunk. The other boy asked him what had happened, but Keith couldn’t respond.

The two of them stood just outside the room and listened to Lance spill his guts about all of the problems he had been facing alone. Hunk wiped at his eyes and Keith felt his anger dissipate. He couldn’t help anyone by being angry. And, as he listened, he realized that he really couldn’t stay mad at Lance. This problem was obviously bigger than both of them.

Keith shuffled over, close enough that his shoulder almost touched Hunk’s. Hunk took a deep breath and let it go. Keith felt some of the tension in his own chest loosen at the action. This situation was awful and it wouldn’t be solved overnight, but in that moment, Keith could feel the connection he had with his team. He would do anything he could to protect them, even if that meant saving them from their own minds.

#Bandity #Voltron fic #hmm a drabble #A Lonely Mind #Is Keith angst called anything?#Langst

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Multiverse Overload

It seems unreasonable to think I was finishing up Nightmares & Dreamscapes yesterday morning and a little over 24 hours later I am back, having just finished one of King’s longest novels, Insomnia, in one cycle of sleep. But here I am. Let’s get into it.

I suppose I wasn’t kidding that I was ready for a novel but I didn’t realize how hungry for this story it was. Or maybe call it boredom - 3 day weekends with 95+ degree temperatures don’t lend themselves to my pasty irish ass spending any time anywhere other than the couch.

I knew little of this story headed in. Actually a little embarrassed to say I thought it somehow related to the Christopher Nolan movie of the same name. Once I cracked the spine and read the teaser copy, I knew this was not true. Also, I was worried. Really, really worried. Exhibit A:

Ralph Roberts is seeing some strange happenings in Derry, Maine.

He sees auras around human beings that show him the horror threatening them.

He sees a nice young research chemist like Ed Deepneau turn into a savage wife beater.

He sees Charlie Pickering with blood in his eyes and a gleaming knife in his hand.

And he sees three little bald doctors in the homes of the dying - and he begins to suspect who they really are.

No wonder Ralph stays awake all night. You would too.

INSOMNIA

“JFC, if I’m stepping into another Tommyknockers I’m going to scream” I said to the cat, who was chasing a bug around the hotel room and has no fucking clue what the Tommyknockers are. Little bald men. Aliens for sure, right?

Well I was, thankfully, wrong in my assumptions. Making an ass outta u & me, or however that old saying goes. I’ve complained before about whoever is responsible for writing these teasers, deceiving readers into believing that Gerald’s Game was a spooky bedtime story, Pet Sematary scared King himself, or that Insomnia is about a dude with, well, insomnia.

In reality, this book is as close to a Dark Tower book as it could get without actually being one. I’d rack it against The Talisman in Dark Tower adjacency, and although not as an enthralling tale as The Tailsman, a good chapter in the mythology all the same.

Ralph Roberts, a senior citizen residing in our favorite vacation destination, Derry, Maine, loses his wife to cancer and spills into a depression as one would do when your companion of 45 years is snuffed out of the living. What begins as minor bouts of insomnia quickly evolves into an inability to catch more than 2 hours a night. As someone who has suffered from depression-induced insomnia and sleep paralysis, a terrifying phenomenon I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, I feel for Ralph. Sleep deprivation is no joke, even if you’re awake watching Arrested Development for the 400th time at 3am. Ralph’s understandably exhausted, and assumes his mind is going when he starts seeing brightly colored auras surrounding humans, objects, street lights, you name it.

(Side story: Once I went on a date with a guy who - after I expressed discomfort in discussing the difference between irony and paradox 5 minutes into our first date - told me I had an unclean aura. I told him to go fuck himself (certainly something someone who’s aura is a little dirty would say) and he gathered his coat and left without a word. Anytime someone mentions auras I can’t help think of this guy - do you think he ever found a gal with a nice looking aura and the ability to discern the difference between irony and paradox? We will never know.)

In any case, Ralph does find himself a lady by the name of Lois, who in fact, does have a real pretty aura. And turns out she’s caught the insomnia and can see the auras too, along with other things that most humans can’t process. Turns out insomnia in Derry can flip a switch to entering worlds that aren’t our own.

Without going too far down the rabbit hole that is the plot of this novel (which squarely lies in the top ten of longest King tomes - say that 10x fast), Ralph and Lois team up on a quest against evil, as so many of King’s protagonists do. I was obviously committed to learning how it ended as I stayed up past my bedtime last night and reached for my paperback copy before I had even poured myself a cup of coffee this morning.

The key conflict in Derry of 1994 revolves around a war between pro-lifers and pro-choicers over a feminist speaking in town about women’s rights. Probably the hardest part of this story to swallow - the realization that 25 years later we’re still having the same argument in America with similar violent and tragic results.

This book is not without it’s faults - King called it “stiff & trying too hard” which is pretty accurate. It is way too long. It reads like a first draft that probably needed a stronger editor hand (or two or three) before publication that it just did not get. King’s ability to paint a picture in your mind is, as always, on point; but the writing describing the aural states seem to clog up the storytelling every ten pages or so. The initial painting of these ethereal halos was beautiful; after the 15th or so description they were just in the way. The use of italics for dialogue was distracting; I had to work to keep my eyes from skimming to the dialogue lines and ignoring the rest of the text on the page.

But it also had so many of my favorite things. For one, the connections to other King stories was strong in this one. Like when I am watching Castle Rock, it makes me feel like an insider to notice the little things that connect King’s worlds together. Like a hipster that listens to a band “before they were cool” - don’t you hate those people? Yeah me too. But here we are.

Derry, and all it’s history covered in depth in the pages of IT is rehashed here. We have mentions of the sewers, the Black Spot Fire, the post-Pennywise storm of 1985. The darkness that hangs over this town lingers, even though we were hoping that the Loser’s Club vanquished the darkness in the mid 80s.

Because something else dark is connected to Derry. The Dark Tower lore sits squarely and open here; we see Roland in children’s drawings and travel between worlds like in The Drawing of The Three. We also are introduced to The Crimson King; the guardian of The Dark Tower, Roland’s adversary and ruler of the highest level. He appears here in our world first as Ralph’s dead mother then as a catfish. I mean, IT was a clown living in a macroverse created by a barfing turtle, so I guess that all makes sense. We also learn Ralph and Lois’s quest is to save a young boy named Patrick Danville, who we’re told is very important in the land-o-the-tower. God, I can’t wait to get to the fourth Dark Tower book.

Other than the obvious references to IT and the DT books, we get a quick mention of the untimely death of Gage Creed in Ludlow. There is also a mention of “Aunt Sadie” in Dallas, and my mind wandered to lovely Sadie Dunhill of 11/22/63. I don’t know if King had the foresight (or the initial manuscript) to reference a character that wouldn’t hit the bookstores for another 17 years, but if so, Bravo Mr. King. Bravo.

By far my favorite photo of King that I’ve randomly stumbled upon on the internet.

My remaining questions are really around the nature of Derry - how can Pennywise and The Crimson King exist (in whatever universe) in or around Derry, without bumping into each other? Why so much evil in this one little town? Are they somehow connected? Are they the same person? Like my friend that claimed my aura needed a good washing, we may never know.

7/10

First Line: No one - least of all Dr. Litchfield - came right out and told Ralph Roberts that his wife was going to die, but there came a time when Ralph understood without needing to be told.

Last Line: And she saw, the long white scar on his right forearm was gone.

Adaptations:

None to speak of - another one of King’s works that’s been discussed in depth but never pushed into any kind of actionable development. All the best I think - a movie version could very easily veer into LSD trip territory.

#insomnia novel #book review #stephen king

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evenbakkas · 7 years

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Sesong 3 Episode 3 - Even

Summary:

"I will protect you for as long as you let me, baby."

Word Count: 7431

YOU CAN READ CHAPTER 1 AND 2 ON TUMBLR HERE.

SESONG 3 EPISODE 1 - EVEN

SESONG 3 EPISODE 2 - EVEN

OR, ALL CHAPTERS HERE.

AO3 - The Boy Who Wasn’t Scared to Love But to Be Loved in Return

“It ain’t hard to tell, I excel, then prevail, The mic is contacted, I attract clientele…”

Nas flittered around Even’s room with his stimulating words, and Even threw himself into the lyrics. Illmatic was his favorite album of all time, so yes, Even knew all of the words to each and every song.

Even had begun spending his Sunday drawing pictures of Isak. He’d woken up around noon, and immediately had a stroke of inspiration. Isak Valtersen as a snake.

It had been a joke in the beginning, but now Even was 6 drawings deep inside the depths of his mind. He had no idea where Isak as a snake had come from, but he was alive for all of it. He’d drawn Isak as a garden snake, an anaconda, and even a boa constrictor. There were no bounds when it came to Snake Isak.

So, here he was, laughing at himself while listening to Nas on a Sunday afternoon. It was all good fun, and Even was thinking about maybe one day showing the drawings to Isak. He’s sure he would get a kick out of them.

After Even had kissed Sonja on Friday, the dynamic between Even and Isak completely changed. Isak had become distant and cold, and spent the rest of the night unable to look Even in the eye. Even was desperate to just scream, “I like you, idiot!” in Isak’s face and he almost did at one point, just to get Isak to look at him. But neither Even nor Isak were ready for that explanation. And Even couldn’t do that to Isak, who he had observed was closeted beyond belief.

Isak didn’t stay very long after that. After about an hour, Isak claimed that he was really tired and that he should head home. Even wanted to go with him, to make sure he got home okay, or to at least call a cab for him, but Isak wouldn’t allow it. He closed the front door without so much as a word.

Sonja had asked Even what his deal was, to which he replied “I don’t fucking know,” despite the fact that Even did fucking know and was down the entire rest of the night.

He spent Saturday under his blanket, headphones in and the world out. He fucked up and didn’t happen to get Isak’s number before he’d left his place, so he had no way of seeing if Isak was okay. Instead, he spent the day pining over Isak on Instagram. He was so fucking gone.

Flash forward to the present, Sunday, and maybe Even had finally let his phone screen fade to black, but he was still seeing Isak’s face all over his sketchpad. He just couldn’t seem to get away, and he really didn’t want to.

After a few hours of transforming Isak from a snake into a prince, which was untraditional, to say the least, Even finally let himself check Instagram again. He was met with a picture of Isak’s friends and the caption, “7 balls.” Even cackled at how embarrassing he was.

By Tuesday, Even had heard that Isak was hosting the kosegruppa party at his place with kollectivet. Apparently, it was supposed to have a neon theme. Even couldn’t wait to see Isak all dressed up.  At some point, he’d noticed Isak’s snapback wedged between the wall and his bunkbed. Once he reached for it and straightened it out, he wore that shit for the rest of the night.

He wanted to give Isak back his snapback, but at the same time, he really didn’t. It smelled like him, and Even had gotten used to falling asleep wearing it after just one night. He’d formed a weird sense of attachment to this thing.

Every time he’d seen Isak, it just wasn’t the right time to approach him. He’d even worn the snapback to school in hopes that Isak would see him in the hallway and approach him instead. He didn’t.

It was after lunch when Even finally decided to march over to Isak and talk to him. He might be with his friends, but Even was growing more and more impatient with himself and he just needed to fucking reach Isak already.

Even ambushed Isak and his friends, taking the hat off of his head and throwing it in Isak’s direction. Isak looked like he’d seen a ghost as he fumbled to catch the hat.

“You forgot this on Friday,” Even said. Isak stayed silent, staring at Even with a blank, almost terrified face. Even couldn’t understand why he was so bewildered at Even’s presence. He hadn’t forgotten him already, had he?

“It’s yours?” Even asked.

“I…think that’s mine,” one of his friends said.

Isak still wasn’t talking, and that’s when the realization dawned on Even. His friends didn’t know.

They had no idea Isak had been over to Even’s on Friday. Even pondered why he might have kept it a secret from them, until he came to the conclusion that Isak must have thought there were grounds enough to keep their moments a secret in the first place. Which, incidentally, further validated the fact that Isak felt something for Even. He just didn’t want his friends to know.

And Even completely respected that. He wasn’t about to catch Isak in his lie and call him out in front of his friends. If keeping it from Isak’s friends was protecting Isak, then that’s exactly what Even was going to do.

“Forgot where?” another friend asked.

Even glanced at Isak once more, who still looked like a deer in headlights, and said, “In the cafeteria.” And then he was off, leaving Isak and his friends speechless.

On Thursday, Sonja informed Even that she would be accompanying him to the kosegruppa party tomorrow. Even told her that she didn’t have to do that, but she insisted to go if only to make sure he didn’t drink too much alcohol. Even hated how controlling Sonja was, but he was more uncomfortable with her trying to live another year of high school through him. He’d passed just being tired of it and had grown massive amounts of irritable.

The two of them were chilling on Even’s bunkbed, cuddling. Even had wanted to play some music, so he took out his phone and turned on a Spotify playlist filled with 90’s rap and hip hop songs. Sonja continued to push Even’s buttons.

“Even, you know what alcohol does to you when you mix it with your medication,” she said.

“Maybe I’ll skip a dose of my medication, then,” Even teased.

Sonja turned around so that she was facing him, “Even, this is serious.”

“Relax, Sonja. I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”

“The last time you drank excessive amounts of alcohol, you climbed to the roof of the flat building because you were convinced if you laid there long enough, aliens would come and abduct you. It was 3am and you were up there for 6 hours.”

That hurt. Even hated, hated when Sonja would take his episodes and throw them in his face. It wasn’t his fault that his mind would completely shut down sometimes and he would loose all control.

But she was right. And that’s what bothered Even the most about himself. No matter how much he wanted to be a normal guy, someone who could go out and have fun and party and drink themselves blind, he couldn’t. He was restricted by his illness, his medications, the people surrounding him. He just wanted to have fun without having to worry about when he would break next, and what shit his mind would pull this time.

“I’m just here to help you, Even,” Sonja said, “Let me help you.”

Even didn’t want Sonja at the kosegruppa party, but he really had no choice. He knew Sonja wasn’t going to let it go. He was just so sick and tired of her treating him like a child. He didn’t need her help. He didn’t need her sick sympathy, or the way she acted like she knew what it was like to suffer from Bipolar Disorder. She had no fucking idea what it was really like.

“Plus, I’m your girlfriend, Even. You should want me there.”

What he wanted was the opportunity to talk to Isak without his girlfriend hovering nearby, but he quietly agreed so that she would stop pestering him.

Even had never been to Isak’s shared flat before, and he was excited to see where Isak spent the majority of his time when he wasn’t out partying or at school. Sonja and Even had decided to take a cab to kollectivet, and Even was grateful that the atmosphere between them was lighter than it was yesterday. It would make the pregame party much easier to deal with.

Even wasn’t planning on drinking that much, he really was just going so that he could see Isak again. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since he’d returned his snapback a few days ago. Isak had feelings for him, Even was sure of it now more than ever. It didn’t matter to Even that Isak wanted to keep that part of him a secret. No one needed to know what went on between them, not until Isak was ready.

Even just needed to make Isak his. He was tired of being supremely jealous every second of every day that Isak continued to hang around Emma. The thought made him sick to his stomach. Granted, he had to remind himself that he was still with Sonja, and it wasn’t like he was innocent. Even’s little stunt from the other night had proved that.

Once Sonja and Even reached kollectivet, Vilde was at the door to greet them. Sonja and Vilde introduced themselves to each other, Even letting her know that Sonja was his girlfriend, and then Even heard a voice filter it’s way throw the crowd of people and grace his ears.

Isak.

Isak was sitting with Emma on a couch in the short distance. Both of them were very close to each other and laughing, and Even had to keep himself from marching up to her and saying, “This boy is mine. Back off.”

Even kept near his girlfriend, until Isak noticed his presence. Even froze in the archway as Isak’s eyes burrowed into his. His face was decorated with neon pink streaks as if to illustrate that he was permanently blushing. His hair was styled in just the right way for Even to swoon over his looks. He could feel the nervous sweats start to set in against his skin as he threw his jean jacket over his shoulder, trying to play it cool. His eyes never once left Isak’s.

Isak eventually took a swig of his beer and glanced at the ground before crashing his lips onto Emma’s.

Oh.

Ohhh.

So this was how it was going to be.

Even couldn’t help the low growl that escaped his lips, and he prayed the people around him were talking too loud to hear it. Even hadn’t noticed, but Sonja had left his side at some point and was chatting with Vilde across the room. So, here he stood, his face growing redder and redder by the second. His fists clenched up involuntarily.

It took Even a short beat before he was walking over to Isak and Emma with long, determined strides. He had never been this jealous in his entire life, and he wasn’t going to just let the feeling sit and bury itself into his stomach. No, he was going to stop it.

Even knew Isak was just playing the same exact game Even had played just a short week ago. He knew he deserved it. But man, did it fucking suck being on the other side of it.

Even plopped himself down on the couch next to Emma, which Isak noticed right away, and disconnected his lips from Emma’s. Even felt the metaphorical hands slightly lessen their hold on his throat.

“I think you guys are bonding a little too much over here,” Even said, nonchalantly. As if he wasn’t ready to explode from jealousy. Those lips are mine.

“Endre!” Emma exclaimed, as she invited Even into a hug. Even didn’t want to be rude, so he welcomed her in.

“Hey!” he said, “I thought we were a team?”

He directed that question at Isak, who was silent and apprehensive next to Emma. What he really meant was, How could you kiss Emma when I’m literally right here and I even wore this stupid yellow headband for this and you look so fucking cute and my lips have been waiting for yours since I saw you walk out of the bathroom stall?!

Emma continued to answer Even, “Oh yeah, the kosegruppa!”

Isak was still unresponsive, still wouldn’t look Even in the eye, so Even reached his arm behind Emma’s back and shook Isak’s shoulder lightly. He could feel Isak’s muscles tighten from the touch, and Even was glad Isak was still a nervous wreck around him. An adorable, sarcastic, nervous wreck. Even was so in love his heart felt like it was bleeding inside his chest.

“Nice apartment,” Even said, locking himself up from saying things he knew he wouldn’t be able to control if he started.

You look so fucking hot, Isak.

I’ve adored you since the first day of school, Isak.

I want you to be mine and only mine, Isak.

Run away with me. Let’s get out of here.

“Thanks,” Isak finally replied. Even was seeing colors. He could never get tired of hearing Isak speak. He wanted to record Isak talking for hours so that he could go home and listen to it through his headphones until he drifted to sleep. He was insanely desperate to hear words coming out of Isak’s mouth that he’d imagined him saying for months.

I want you, Even.

You’re mine, Even.

I love you, Even.

Fuck, Even. Don’t stop.

Even was so close. He could feel it on the horizon, could feel the stars aligning just right so that Isak and him could be together. Even just had to get rid of the obstacles first.

“It’s really nice here,” Emma said, snapping Even out of his daydreams, “It’s insanely nice. I mean, it’s a shared apartment. There are always cool people here. Such as Eskild!”

Even really wanted her to stop talking. Actually, he wanted her to leave. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen.

“Have you…have you met Eskild?” she asked Even.

“Uh, no. I don’t think so.” Where was she going with this?

“No? He’s - he’s gay. He’s super sweet! I love gay people! They’re - they’re hilarious.”

 Even couldn’t believe her. She was so naive, so oblivious. She was part of the problem in society. Part of the reason why the stereotypes surrounding LGBT people were so prevalent. Even was annoyed and angry at her sheer ignorance.

“You don’t think that’s a bit of a superficial generalization?” he said, as calmly as he possibly could. It was’t easy.

This was the first time Isak looked at Even since he’d sat down on the couch. Isak stared at him with wonder in his eyes, and another emotion Even could only describe as relief. Like, Isak had been holding his breath the entire time and Even had just allowed him to grant his lungs release.

Emma was offended by Even’s statement, “How so? To say that I love gay people because they are hilarious?”

Emma, Emma, Emma. He wanted to lecture her right then and there. He wanted to tell her that people aren’t defined by their sexuality, and sexuality doesn’t define how people act. The two are completely different. Just because one person likes to wear wigs, or pay close attention to fashion, or listen to a certain type of music, never means that everyone else is exactly the same. That mindset is hurtful and creates a stigma that can only harm the people you are trying to label.

The worst part about Emma’s behavior is that Even knew Isak was one of these people. Isak was afraid of his sexuality, and moments like these only make it that much harder to come to terms with it. Even was surprised at how well Isak was handling it.

“Yeah, it’s like saying all muslim’s are terrorists.” Even was fuming inside.

Emma was taken by surprise, “What?! No! That’s - that’s a bit too much. It’s not the same. To be hilarious is insanely positive! To be a terrorist is super negative.”

Even was growing increasingly tired of her bullshit. No, it wasn’t exactly the same in context, but it was in social impact. All stereotypes ever do is further the misconception of reality. And, they lead to hate crimes. It’s an idea that can be severely damaging.

“I mean, it’s not about what you say. It’s the fact that you’re generalizing.”

Emma seemed to ignore everything Even was trying to say, and continued to reiterate that she wasn’t wrong for believing all gay people were something to be laughed at.

“But still…” she started. Even cut her off.

“Not all gays are funny,” he concluded firmly. Isak hadn’t taken his eyes off of Even this entire time, as he intently listened to everything he had to say. To Even, it was almost like Isak had never heard this sort of speech before. Like no one had ever in his life protected LGBT people from society’s labels. No one had ever told him it was okay. Even wanted to hug Isak until he understood that there was absolutely, positively, nothing wrong with him. He was beautiful in the most unique ways possible, and Even was determined that one day, he would be able to show Isak just how amazing he truly was. One day.

Emma was done listening to Even try to explain to her that her thought process was corrupt, so she claimed the conversation was “boring” and dragged Isak onto the dance floor. Isak looked at Emma as she stood up, and then glanced back at Even as if to silently say, “Thank you.”

I will protect you for as long as you let me, baby.

With Isak and Emma on the dance floor, Even had no choice but to find Sonja and ask her if she would like to dance. She agreed wholeheartedly, to Even’s indifference. He really didn’t like how he was letting himself pursue Isak while Sonja was there for him, but like he’d said before, and repeated in his head a million times,

You can’t choose who you love.

Even didn’t want to break it off with Sonja until he knew that Isak wanted to be with him. He didn’t want to create a ripple affect between Sonja and his parents. Sometimes, he believed Sonja acted like an older sister, which was really fucked up. She liked to adopt ethics exactly like an older sister would, to protect him from bullies and more recently, himself. She saw nothing wrong with it, but that was all Even saw. To be fair, their relationship hadn’t always been like this, but it had been growing closer and closer to a brother/sister dynamic since Even’s struggle last year at Elvebakken. And all analogies aside, he didn’t want to date his fucking sister.

Emma and Isak were moving to the beat of the song that was playing in the background. Even made sure to stand with Sonja in a way that he could keep full attention on the two of them from across the room.

Isak didn’t seem to notice Even at all, the way he was dancing with his beer can chilling in his hand. His hair was bouncing up and down as Isak swayed back and forth, taking a swig of his beer every once in awhile. Even noticed all of Isak, and, feeling the jealousy simmer in the back of his mind yet again, decided he was tired of all of this innocent dancing.

He connected his lips with Sonja’s, who was surprised at first, similar to how she’d been in Even’s bedroom, but she didn’t deny it when Even started slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Oh, he was playing dirty, all right. Game on.

It took Isak only a few seconds to notice Even making out with Sonja across the room, and from Even’s position, he could see the realization dawn on Isak’s face. His eyes grew dark and he leaned down to kiss Emma, who returned his kiss with the same amount of vigor. Even could feel the heat behind his ears start to scorch his skin.

But that was nothing compared to the heat Even could feel radiating off of Isak. They may have been at least 20 feet apart in this small living room, but they might as well have been standing directly in front of each other. The sexual tension that filled the room was enormous, and Isak and Even were consumed by it. Even could feel his jeans tightening and he bit back at moan at the sensation.

Even licked his lips as he dove in for Sonja’s kiss again, this time glancing at Isak out of the corner of his eye. Isak had his eyes shut in that moment, and he kept kissing Emma which kept making Even’s jealousy skyrocket so much that he was sure his eyes were glowing green.

Even shut his eyes next, trying to forget about the boy across the room who was forcing him to sweat grossly, almost to the point of melting into a lust-filled puddle all over the living room carpet. He could feel Isak’s eyes boring their way throughout Even’s body, creating holes only Isak’s touch could possibly patch up.

You think I can’t do this to you too, huh?

You think I can’t make you break underneath all of the sexual tension?

Just watch me.

Even took all of the courage he could muster up, and gradually traced his eyes up to Isak’s agonizingly slowly, taking Isak’s entire figure in, and reveling in it. Even’s eyes were the darkest they had ever been, and he took advantage of that as he met Isak’s gaze with the weight of his entire being, communicating to Isak just how badly he truly wanted him. Isak was surprised at how open Even was with his lust, and had frozen where he stood, unable to kiss Emma back while Even kept a hold of his eyes. Even then winked at Isak, who only further widened his eyes until he realized how long he’d been letting Emma kiss his paralyzed lips, and closed his eyes yet again.

I told you, Isak.

By the time the group had finished dancing, Even was on the verge of exploding. He so desperately wanted to cross the room, grab Isak’s hand, and lead him into a private area where they could make out for hours while everyone filed out of the flat. Just the two of them, enjoying precious moments again, and maybe, relieving some of that built up sexual tension that was burning inside of Even’s chest, making other parts of his body feel more and more restricted.

On the other hand, Even just wanted to reach out and smooth his hands against Isak’s pink stained cheeks, until his hand would snake its way around the sides of Isak’s face so that he could weave his fingers through his golden head of hair. Even was begging to touch Isak anywhere he possibly could.

Isak was also a mess. He’d been trying to clean up the half empty beer cans around the living room, but his eyes were much more focused on Even who hadn’t taken his eyes off of him since he’d been ushered towards the front door.

Sonja had wanted to take a cab with Emma and Isak to the party, and Even waited to give his answer until he knew if Isak would be coming with them or not. Emma took the liberty to saunter over to Isak and ask herself. Even watched them interact as he stood behind Sonja.

Isak waved Emma off, and said something Even was unable to decipher over the background noises near him. Once Emma returned, she told Sonja that Isak was going to take his bike to the party instead, and that he’d join later after he finished cleaning up.

With everyone else leaving the apartment, this meant only one thing to Even.

Isak would be alone.

No Emma, no kollectivet, no nothing. Just Isak and empty beer bottles.

“Are you coming?” Sonja asked Even, as she put on her jacket.

“Uh…I have to talk to Isak about something. I think I’ll just ride with him to the party and meet you guys there?” Lies, lies, lies.

Sonja seemed to buy it, and she looked at Emma and shrugged, “Alright. Just have one of you text us when you get there so we can find you, okay?”

Even agreed and pecked Sonja’s lips quickly before her and Emma walked out the front door. During their little interaction, almost everyone had already left the flat and Isak was nowhere to be seen. Given the decreased amount of beer bottles sitting on the coffee table, Even guessed that Isak had gone into the kitchen to empty them. Even bit his lip and took a deep breath before willing his feet to walk through the kitchen archway.

Isak didn’t notice him at first. It wasn’t until Even hit a creek in the tile floor that Isak turned around suddenly, clearly surprised that someone else was still in the flat with him. Even walked nonchalantly over to the sink and began emptying beer cans while Isak watched him.

“Didn’t you take a cab with the others?” Isak asked.

“I have a bike…” More lies. He’d ridden with Sonja in a cab to Isak’s shared apartment, but if Even was to have this conversation go as he planned, Isak didn’t need to know that.

And by planned, he meant that by the end of the night, he wanted to know exactly what Isak tasted like. Even wasn’t going to let Isak eye-fuck him from across the room and then have nothing else come of it. That would be beyond cruel, and Even just wasn’t going to allow it.

Of course, both of them were all too aware of the obstacles that stood in their way. Him with Emma, and Even with Sonja. And last Friday, it was just easier for Even to tell Isak that Sonja was his girlfriend. What he really wanted to say to Isak was that it was much, much more complicated than that.

Even wanted Isak to be his more than he’d ever wanted anyone in his life before him. It was like Even couldn’t breathe with Isak in the room, he couldn’t think straight, and sometimes, if Isak licked his lips in just the right way, Even couldn’t even walk straight.

And he was so certain Isak was interested in him too, he was just terrified of exploring those parts of himself. The parts he’d gotten so used to hiding from his friends, his family, and even himself. Even wanted to break down all of Isak’s walls so that he could wake him up from his sexual slumber. He wanted to show Isak that it was okay to feel this way, it was okay to like him, it was okay to want more out of life than some coverup. Who cares what anyone else thinks? No one, no matter how hard they might try, can ever take you away from you. And you never have to apologize for just being yourself.

Isak was silent while Even continued to empty the stale beer down the drain. Even wanted to push him against kitchen counter right then and there, but he wanted to make sure Isak was ready first.

“Good times with…Uh, Emma?” Even asked, purposely pretending like he couldn’t remember her name.

Isak took awhile to reply, which Even could only assume meant Isak really didn’t know if he’d actually had a good time or not.

“She’s keen,” he eventually said, a hint of a scoff resonating from his lips.

Even felt a pang of jealously sting his throat as he flipped himself around to lean his back on the counter. He turned to Isak then, who was spending a little too much time focusing on the empty beer cans laid out in front of him.

“You know,” Even began, “Sonja and I have been dating since we were like, fifteen or something.”

Even waited to see if Isak was following.

“Okay…” Isak said, as he let himself glance slightly over at Even.

Even continued his speech, “And…I can tell we’re drifting further and further apart.”

At that, Isak looked at Even with confusion written on his face. Even hoped that Isak would get the hint, that Even really wasn’t invested in his relationship with Sonja at all. He was ready to be free from all of her manipulating and controlling.

“But…I can’t dump Sonja.” It’s just not that simple, Isak.

“Okay?” Isak replied. Even was disappointed that Isak wasn’t showing any interest in what he was saying. But, he also knew that getting Isak to open up wasn’t going to be easy.

Even decided he would try to lighten up the situation by cracking a joke. Never mind the fact that Even just really, really wanted to hear Isak’s laugh again. It had been too long since he’d heard it last.

“‘Cause if I dump Sonja, she’ll think I’m doing it because of her aluminum leg…”

There it is.

Isak snapped his head up to Even’s, confusion setting deeper and deeper into the cracks of his face. Even wanted to reach out and smooth the frown lines appearing on Isak’s forehead.

“Hmm?”

“You didn’t know?” Even asked, pretending to be surprised.

“Aluminum leg?!” Isak was now fully facing Even, who was enjoying his little charade a bit too much.

“Yeah! She’s amputated her entire foot.” Even was so close to breaking, to laughing, and possibly crying, that he had to bite his tongue to keep himself together.

Isak suddenly became very concerned, obviously believing Even’s every word. It was almost too easy.

“What?! How…how did that happen?!” Isak questioned.

“She stepped on a land mine at Tjøme when she was nine years old. Blew off the entire left foot.”

At this point, Even couldn’t even look Isak in the eyes. His story was clearly ridiculous, but Isak’s gullibility had suddenly became another one of Even’s favorite things. The list was growing at such a rapid rate, he really needed to start writing them down so he wouldn’t lose track.

“Shit…” Isak started.

“Yeah, it was pretty bad.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know that.”

“But, she’s doing better. She’s gotten a lot of help from…good…” Even was slipping and he could tell. Shit.

“What’s it called? Like…” Fuck, Even. Don’t fuck it up now.

“Physiotherapists, in developing her motor skills.” Nice.

Isak was looking at Even with a mix between amusement and sheer perplexity. He was honestly so lost, Even wondered if he’d even been listening at all. He continued, anyway.

“And, you know, the aluminum technology has come a long way. You can barely tell she’s limping at all.”

It took a moment for Isak’s face to change from baffled to comical. But, Even recognized the small smile that was creeping its way across his facial features, and the glint now appearing in his eyes. Gullible Isak was gone and was being replaced by the same Isak who was laughing with Even over a joint just a short week ago. Even rejoiced at its return, relieved that that Isak was still there, still susceptible to Even’s lame jokes. Even could feel his admiration for Isak growing inside his already bleeding heart.

“You’re joking?!” Isak smirked. Even couldn’t hold it in any longer as he burst out laughing. He was giggling so much that answering Isak’s question became impossible.

When Even didn’t answer, Isak repeated his question again, his smile fitting his entire face and his eyebrows reaching so high they were practically gracing his hairline. Isak scrutinized Even the entire time he stood just a few feet away from him, who was slightly curling his slender body over as it shook from the intensity of his laughter. Even eventually murmured, “Yeah,” as Isak turned away, trying to hide the blush that was peeking it’s way through his cheeks. Even didn’t need to see his face to know that he’d made Isak blush, it was almost a sure thing now.

And even though it happened very often, Even didn’t think he’d ever be able to get over the affect he had on Isak. The reddish tint fighting it’s way through the pink streaks on Isak’s face was, perhaps, the greatest thing to happen in all of history. At least Even thought so.

“Fucking shit!” Isak announced, as he turned back towards Even, “How can you joke about something like that?!”

Even snickered again, knowing he was about to call Isak out on his credulousness.

“Do you really think there are land mines at Tjøme?!” he asked, as he involuntarily stepped a foot closer to Isak.

Isak, who’s face was cherry red by this point, stuck his arms out and he shrugged his shoulders, while saying, “I don’t fucking know!”

Even continued to be drawn towards Isak, in a way that he just couldn’t explain. Not with words, anyway.

“Who joke— I mean you— You can’t joke about things like that!” Isak spit out, stumbling on his words.

Even pretended to be offended by that statement, and he could feel his heart start beating faster and faster in his chest. This boy was too fucking cute.

“Hey, I could have joked about something much worse,” Even explained. His pulse was traveling a mile a minute and he mentally kicked himself for wearing a white t-shirt which would clearly show if his body decided to start nervous sweating again.

“No!”

“Yeah!”

“No, you couldn’t have. Because that’s a really serious thing to joke about!” Isak was still smiling as wide as possible, and Even decided to take a leap and expose himself to Isak in, well, another statement clouded by layers and layers of humor.

“I could’ve joked about her having a dick,” Even blurted out.

If Isak was surprised, he sure as hell knew how to hide it well. He rolled his eyes, his smile fading slightly but never once leaving his face. Even couldn’t help but stare at Isak’s lips, which were now only about two feet away from his own. The thought of kissing them flooded Even’s mind as he felt his body react to the idea. Fuck.

Isak stayed silent, staring directly into Even’s eyes. The environment around them began to feel warmer, and Even wondered if somehow, someone had turned up the heat dial. Then, he remembered that they were alone, just Isak and Even standing next to each other in the kitchen. He also remembered the sexual tension that had arisen from dancing earlier that night, and he could sense that that same sexual tension was about to make another appearance.

“That would have been…going to far,” Even said, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence.

Isak swallowed hard as he smirked, tilting his head down towards his feet.

“Dick…” He started, as his eyes darted everywhere BUT at Even.

“Too far…” Even kept his gaze on Isak as he licked his lips and smiled. Isak finally returned his gaze, unsure of what to say next. The only thing Even could focus on was how absolutely delicious Isak looked in this moment. This shy boy with the golden head of hair was coming undone because of Even, and Even was so fucking here for all of it.

Isak zoomed his eyes in on the ground again, embarrassment plastered all over his face. He was so nervous Even could almost feel his heart beating out of his chest.

And in this moment, Even didn’t care about Sonja, or Emma, or sexuality, or his illness, or whatever. He just didn’t give a fuck about any of it. All he could bring himself to care about was this boy standing directly across from him, and finally, finally, tasting the lips he’d been thinking about since Isak had wrapped them around Even’s joint while they’d sat together on the bench.

He wanted it so bad. He’d imagined this moment a million times in his head, always thinking their first kiss would be some epic confession of love after Isak had climbed up to the balcony, or after they’d sit and watch the stars in the middle of a field somewhere out in the countryside. But, a first kiss didn’t have to be epic to mean something. It didn’t have to be some elaborate plan for it to be perfect. It just had to be a moment shared between two people who couldn’t ever imagine kissing anyone else. It had to be full of love and lust and mostly importantly, trust. A first kiss was something that was just meant to be. The climax of a story written to tell the world that hey, he’s mine and yes, I love him with all my heart.

And in this moment, Even knew. He knew that Isak was the person in the story he’d wanted the world to see ever since Even was old enough to learn what love meant. He knew that he was ready for Isak to teach him what being in love truly felt like. He knew he couldn’t possibly imagine standing in this kitchen with anyone else. He knew.

So when Isak continued to babble on, claiming that he knew Even was joking by the time he’d started talking about aluminum technology, Even could only focus on the way Isak’s lips moved every time he would form the “o” sound, or the “t” sound, or virtually any sound in the goddamn book of sounds. Even wanted those lips to create sounds with his that only Even and Isak would be able to hear.

And so, when Isak dragged Even back down to earth from his incessant dreaming by reminding him of Sonja, Even was slightly irritated that she was even still in the picture. Given Isak’s frozen state, he could tell that Isak wasn’t going to make the first move because he respected Even and his girlfriend, and he didn’t want to infringe himself on any of those boundaries. Which, would normally be a trait that Even would be happy to see, but as Even stood in the kitchen, continuing to fall apart because of Isak and his stupid painted cheeks and his stupid dainty lips, Even just wanted Isak to say, “Fuck it,” and crash his lips against his. But, if Even had learned anything about Isak in the few weeks that he’d personally known him, it was that Isak was afraid to let himself give in to his emotions. Isak had always tried to lock them up behind towering walls of self hatred and internalized homophobia. And Even cursed society for making Isak believe that anything he’d ever felt was wrong.

These assertions shown themselves heavily in the atmosphere surrounding Even and Isak in the kitchen, as Isak stood frozen with his eyes still at the ground. Not making a single sound, not moving a single inch. Even decided that he just couldn’t control himself anymore, and he gradually made the first move.

Even took it slowly, not wanting to scare Isak away from his advances. It was agonizing torture, sure, but Even had Isak’s best interests at heart. He wanted to make sure that Isak was truly ready to give himself over to Even, to allow himself to feel exactly what Even knew that he was feeling: a deep-rooted affection for the tall boy wearing a neon yellow headband to match his neon pink streaks.

As Even tilted his head so that he could bring his lips closer to Isak’s, Isak flittered his eyes upwards as if he’d just now realized that Even was moving towards him. Even felt like he was going to suffocate from the lack of clean oxygen in the room that was now cluttered with sexual tension and admiration. And when Even felt his head began to tickle from Isak’s hair, and when Isak felt Even’s hair tickle him right back, neither one of them pulled away.

This is it, Even thought, the climax to the story I’d been desperate to direct since I’d seen this beautiful boy on the first day of school.

Even’s lips ghosted Isak’s as Isak tilted his head towards Even, both of them holding shallow breaths in anticipation of the final moment where their lips would finally connect, and those fireworks everyone always talks about would go off in Even’s head.  Even was ready. Isak was ready. All that was left was a few centimeters of head movement and they would become one.

SLAM.

Even and Isak both jolted back suddenly, turning their heads towards the kitchen archway. They’d been so consumed with each other that the noise had given both of them a shock to the heart and a knock to the head. Isak hurriedly made his way to the front door, refusing to look back at Even as Even followed behind him.

Fuck.

Even could still feel the electricity tingling on his lips as both of them stood in the hallway, staring at a pale, blonde girl with a suitcase sitting beside her left hip. Even obviously had no idea who this was, and couldn’t help but be bitter that she’d interrupted the kiss Even had been desperate for for weeks. He looked at Isak, who’s face was showing mixed emotions of fear and confusion. Isak clearly knew who this woman was.

Even wondered if Isak could still feel the connection that Even just couldn’t shake from his thoughts. He wondered if that was ALL Isak could think about, despite the blonde girl staring from across the room. And so when Isak called her Noora, and she made her way to the couch to take our her phone and sit down, Even tapped on Isak’s shoulder and quietly blurted out, “Can I have your phone number?”

Isak was surprised at first, like he’d forgotten Even had been standing next to him this entire time, “I…what?”

“Your phone number? Like, the one you use to talk to people on this little device called a phone?” Even smiled politely. Noora didn’t say anything as she continued to be distracted by her own cell phone.

“Uh, yeah…right, right.” Isak fumbled around in his jean pockets to find his cell phone. He was disheveled and nervous, and Even took that as a sign that Isak was still reeling over the almost-kiss they had shared. Even’s heartbeat hadn’t slowed since, and he guessed Isak’s hadn’t either.

“I think I should probably leave, you know, so you can help Noora,” Even said, as they exchanged their cell phones. Isak nodded silently while his fingers tapped on Even’s phone screen.

Even’s bitterness was growing the more he thought about Isak’s lips, and the more Isak licked and chewed on them while he stood there in the hallway. He’d been so close to kissing them that he couldn’t believe they’d been interrupted at the worst possible moment. Even handed Isak’s phone back to him and grabbed his, and then made his way to the front door as Isak followed. And when they said goodbye to each other, and Isak closed the door behind him, Even stood there for awhile, trying to recollect all of the events that had happened since he’d walked through the very same door and seen Isak sitting on the couch with Emma across the living room.

And when he thought about how Isak almost kissed him back, and how he didn’t run away and scream and claim that he could never imagine kissing a boy and shrivel back into his den of denial, his heart swelled up so much he thought his chest was going to split in half.

And when he looked down at his phone to see that Isak had added himself as a contact with the name “Isak”, Even went back and added a heart next to his name.

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