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hi, i saw you were taking requests after i read your newest piece [which was phenomenal by the way].
i was wondering if you could write a [predominately] angsty fic where reader tries to patch alastor up after the final battle but since he doesn’t like being vulnerable he snaps at her [they were close and so she didn’t expect it]. ensue her avoiding him after the hotel is rebuilt and angst in general.
i’ll entrust the ending to you [whatever it is].
apologies for the long request, thank you in advance.
- ⚰️ anon.
Ahhh thank you so much <3 and don't apologize for the long ask, I love it when people send me asks so I'm not picky! Sorry if this one's a bit short, I've been dealing with a lot of college stuff, so I haven't had a lot of time 😅
Summary: Alastor was never one to back down from a challenge, even in the face of danger or the possibility of death, so it wasn't much of a surprise when he volunteered to take on Adam by himself---but you knew that, as powerful as he was, he wasn't invincible. So you go looking for him after the battle, and find him injured, and try to help him...only for him to snap at you in a way that he never had before. Afterwards, he tries to make everything go back to normal, but you...you can't pretend.
Tags: Alastor x Fem!Reader, No Use of (Y/N), Angst, (Attempted) Wound Tending, Emotional Hurt/No Comfort, Alastor is an Asshole
TW: None (I think, correct me if I'm wrong)
Word Count: 1.1k
Read it on Ao3 <3
You liked to help.
Ever since you'd first come to the hotel, you always liked to help.
Whether it was cleaning the bar for Husk so he could go to bed early, brainstorming new ideas for the daily activities with Charlie, picking up a shipment of things for the hotel when Vaggie was too busy, or even helping Angel "clean up" after a particularly hard shoot. You were always there whenever someone needed you.
One thing you'd learned very quickly, however, was that Alastor never needed help.
...
Let me rephrase.
Alastor never wanted help.
Every time you tried to assist him---whether it was coming up with new ideas for radio broadcasts, trying to stitch up his coat for him, or offering to pick up his...ingredients from Rosie---he always brushed you off and insisted that he could do whatever it was himself. However, after refusing your help, he would always invite you along to do whatever it was with him.
At first you found it odd and were, understandably, suspicious of his intentions—after all, you’d heard your fair share of warnings from the other hotel employees…but then, over time, he grew on you. His gentlemanly demeanor and old fashioned charm softened you a bit and, although it would’ve been so easy for him to, he never took advantage of that.
After a time it even became obvious that you were his weak point—he would be callous and cruel and hateful to everyone…except you. He never raised a hand to you, never tried to scare you, never even raised his voice. You were precious to him, and he would never do anything to hurt you.
So, when you found out that he’d been injured during the fight with Adam, it was second nature for you to try and help him.
That…would become a decision that you’d regret.
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Your heart pounded in time with your footsteps as you rushed to the remains of Alastor’s radio tower, praying that that was where he’d disappeared to as you made your way through rubble and fallen debris. Fuck, you’d never felt more scared in your life than when you heard Adam's words-
"Radio is fucking dead!"
-and then...you'd been unable to find Alastor anywhere. There was so much going on, you were so busy healing others with your magic, you'd barely been able to look before Charlie said that Alastor was dead. But she didn't know for sure, none of you did, and you figured that if Alastor was still alive then he would go somewhere he felt safe, and-
Well.
You decided to look for him.
You had to.
You had to know.
It took you a while, but once you finally made it to the radio tower you were relieved to hear someone else moving around, talking with the familiar overlay of white-noise static. Alastor was alive.
Before you could stop and think about what you were doing, you rushed forward through the only opening big enough for someone to walk through, only to find exactly who you were looking for...only...not quite as you were expecting him.
Alastor was definitely injured, from what you could tell, but he was still on his feet---up and pacing back and forth, rambling to himself about...a deal? Maybe? His mutterings were so nonsensical that you couldn't really tell. What you did know, however, was that---for once---he was going to have to accept your help.
"Alastor?" You asked gently, carefully and slowly making your way towards him. His eyes snapped to you, wild and unfocused in a way that caught you off guard---you'd never seen him like this before.
"What the £̸̙̘̪̙̪̿̈́̈͊͝µ̶̢̯͚̟̹͆̓̈́́͝¢̵̢̯̞͚͎͑̃̌͊͝k̶̠̲̜̪͉͐̊͆̃͝ are you doing here?" He snapped and you had to physically fight back a flinch. Alastor never talked to you that way.
Ignoring his behavior, you continued to make your way forward until you were only about an arm's length away from him, close enough now to clearly see the wound. It was definitely caused by an angelic weapon, the area around it glowing slightly from the residue the weapon behind, and it looked deep---Alastor was definitely going to need stitches. You reached out a hand to gently probe the wound, just to check that there wasn't any stray debris inside, but before you could even brush his skin, he smacked your hand away harshly.
Safe to say, you were shocked, and had a hard time reconciling Alastor---your Alastor---with the man in front of you.
"Don't touch me!"
"Alastor, you're injured...I just want to help you."
His head snapped towards you at that, eyes darkening to radio dials as he snarled at you.
"Help me? You think you can help me?!"
You almost tripped over your feet as you tried to back away, Alastor's form switching erratically from normal to demonic---Alastor towering over you. And, for the first time in your life, you were scared of...
Scared of him.
"Listen here you little W̵̨̧͕͔̹͋͋̈́̆̍R̵̭̟͉̝̣̈́̔̔͌͘È̴̝̞̣̗̹̀́̀̒͒†̸̭͇͎̫̮̈́̄̌̌͝Ç̵̢̺̝̱̭̀͐̈́̓̃H̷̨̛̻̩̘̥̍̿̊͠, you are ñ̷̛̮͈͎͇͋̃͐͜͠Ö̶̢̦͉̭̺͂̋̔̚̚†̸͙̮̣͓̮̑͒̈́̊̇Ḩ̴̫͓̲̟̽͋͂̿͝Ì̴͈̯̮̟̪̈́̃̽̆͐ñ̴͈̲̥̯͙͊̉̑̓̊Ĝ̵̼̹̼͓̬̇͆̀̐, you help ṉ̵̢̞̯̝̃̂̒͗̇͝Ö̶̡̖̼̼̞̒̓͐̏͛ ̷̧̢̦̗̺̐̔̆̚͝Ö̷̧̡̝̣̝̋̈͂͊̌ñ̸̳̫͈̥̠͗̊͌͠͝È̴̠̤̜͓̫͌̑̓̐͂," he yelled at you, radio static screeching loudly in your ears, "THE ONLY REASON ANYONE KEEPS YOU AROUND IS BECAUSE þ̴̖̯̯̘̉͑̉̊͜͝R̷̻̲̹͕̱͊̿̾̔̕Ì̸̠̺̞̪̩̋͛̈́͘͝ñ̷͎͍̘̺̪̓̿̒̓̔Ç̴̣̲͙̲̀͑̊̃̐͜Ȩ̴͍̟͚̯̀̈́́̀͛͒§̷̛̱̳̣̜͐͐͝͝ͅ§̷̨̛͍͚̱̲̇́͆͆ ̴̛̭̹̻̙̝́̏͂́M̴̻͈̞̜̥̉̏̔̒̂Ö̸̡̱̼̬̻̈̾̄̾̕R̵̫͉͚̖̽̈́͌̽̓͜ņ̷̛̝͎̃͛́̓̽͜ͅÌ̵̡̘̼͕̜͋́̌́͠ñ̶̢̞̱̰͓̑̇̇̑͆Ḡ̶͎̼͍̮̤͆̄́͛§̸̛̖̻͎̱̦͑́̇͘†̸̧̡͙̯̖̔̿̀̃͘Ä̴̡̺̲͍͗̓̒̈́͘͜R̷̭̲̠̗̙̀͆͑́̔ THINKS YOU CAN BE REDEEMED, YOU'RE FUCKING W̵̢̢̢̛̛̺̠͖̣͎̯̼̻̱̣̖̬̣̣̞̭̠̪̼̼̗̻͇͎͔̩̬͈̭̟͇̮̹̣͓̙̲̥̫̲͍̠̪̮̳͆̏̌͐͌͛̓̎͒̆͆́̀͑̽́̀̉͌̏͆̉̑̊̈́͒̂̆̂͐̆͂͘̕͘̕͜͝͝ͅǪ̸̡̢̛̛̘̮̟̹̻̳̻̳͓͇̞̜̞̘͍͎̳͍͈͕͔̝̲̈̏̆͗̇̌͛̑͋̓̔̈́͂̀̍͋̈̌̏̒́̋͛͒͛̉́͋͂̍͐̈̏̀͘͘̚̕͝͝͝͝R̶̡̡̞̠͔͖̮̮̰̦̫̮̻͔͍̠̮̹̜͔͚̠͎̥̥͗̉̃̉̄́̃̔͒̆̓̐̆̏͗̎̍̌̿̽̊͗́̕̕͘͜͠͝͝͝ͅͅ†̸̡̧̙̭̠͈̭̻͇̻̺̥̥͎̼͎͕̪̹̖̗̹̺̹̠̭͖͊͒̊̐̾̀̇̑͌̃̽̐͆͑̓̍͂̏̾̓́̾̽̚̕̚̚͜ͅH̶̨̧̛̛̛͚̱̩̫̰̣̣͔͍̳̯̥̭̲̜͕̗̻̺̻̺͈͈͇͚͔̲̼̭̟̳̻̙͛̔̾̉̑́̌̎̑̌̅̐͂́́̀̄̋̎͊̉̎̊́͑̓͂͊͛́̉̃̋͌͂͂͛͒̅̌͒͋̉̈́͘͘̚͜͝͝ͅͅL̸̨̡̢̨̛̯̤̪̮̭̫̺̰̞̬͍̜͎͎̫͔̠͍̺͖̭̭͕͇͊́́̓͛͆̄̑̃͋̓̑̓̌̀͑̓͂̆̓͐̽̓̂̑̽̓̅́̾̕̚͜͝͝͝͝͝Ȩ̴̡̧̛͙͓̻̫͚̜̘͉̼̺̬͍̻̖͎̠̥̻̟̤͍̭͙̦͙̤̟̬͍̤͎̯̙͚͙̜̲͎̲̞̣̣͚̥̯͇̀̂̋̿̑̔͋̅̆͋̊̇̈́̅͌̽͌̉͗̆̾̂̈́͋̾͛̓͒͗̉̈́͊̿́̑̕͜͝͠͝͠͝§̶̢̧̢̢̛̛̛͖̫̠̼͓̠̫̙͎̦̙̙̪̰͕͈͎̰̖̦̱͔̻̪͉̊̍̌̑̑͑̽̃̆͆͂́̇̆̓̊̿̍̂͋͋͑̆̈́́̄̇͗̆͆̋̕͘͝͝ͅ§̷̧̧̧̡̡̡̛̛̛̪͉̺͙̜̜͎̙̭̺͈̪̲̺̹͈̘̰͔̮͇͎̀̈́̍͗͋̏̂̍̅́̔̾̒̂͑͒͑̌͊̊͆̈́̓̉͛̈́̎͊͂͆̅̄̿̇͂̇̄͌̎͐͝͝͠ͅ AND THERE IS NO CHANGING THAT!!!"
He grabbed your arm, leaning so close that you could see small dots of brown in his blood red eyes, "you want to help me, Ð̸̡̨̨̛̛̛̪̜̫̙͙̯͙̹̮̤̗͈̝̞̜̱̥̯̫̝͕̘̯̪̠̱̣͈̣͇͕̮͙̙̺̮̺̩̘̠̫̬̘̱͖̇͗̇̏̔̏̍̃̇͐̈́͌̐͌̋̉̀̔̄͋̀̒̕͘̚͜͜͜ͅå̸̢̧̢̢̡̛̛͈̤̬̪͇̞̦̺̻̝̫̙͈̼͎̙͈͈͎̗̘̞̦̙̠͆́͛̔̅̎̅̍͆́̏̇̇̏͗̌̓̌̏̋̏̈́͑͌͐̈́̈́̊͐͑̀̓́͘͘ŗ̷̨̡̧̛͖͖͙̱̳̻͙̠̞͙͉̺̥͍͉̞̺̠̭̯͎̘̰͎̳̻̞̠̪̠̩͍̘̹̯̹͙̱̆́̎̂̄̓̓͂̏͂͊̿̃̊̐̏̎̈́̄͐͊́̿͂̉̌̄̓̉̾̌̋̔́͂̓̈̔̓̐̚͘̚͜͝͝͝͠ͅl̸̡̢̡̧̧̧̢̧̛̹̠̩̣̩̗͈̝̻̻̦̠̗͚̯͚̳̗͎̙̠͎̤̥̫͎̼̘͍̟͍͔̳͚̟̪̹̣̱̏͛͗̓̓͗̽͗̈́͑̎́̓̀̄̓̌͛͆̓̊̅̓̆͂̊̃̾͑̈́͋̇̈́̂̕̚͜͜͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅï̴̧̢̫̖͖̲͈̰͇̞̟̺͚̜̻͙̯͇̪̱͍̘̺̖͈̯͎̬̳̱͈͍͙̱̹̤̭̬̈́͌͛̊͋̏́̀̓͑̏̀͆͗̋̐̂͂̅͒̈̑̔̿̏̓́͛̈͑́̂̾̓̄͑͊̔̚͘͜͠ñ̴̡̢̨̢̨̨̧̛̛̗̖̜̱͈̣̰̰͖̥̝̮͚͍̟̦͉̩̤͕̺̳̹̫̩̖͓͇̻͈͚͉͎͈̪͖̮̞̹͊̊̐̉̇̉̂͋͒̆̍͑͂̽͒̐́̈́̓̓̎̇́͘̚͠͝͝g̷̨̢̛̮̬̙̰͎̼̣̰̭͔̼͈͇̻̠͙͖̗͈̟̹̰̠̜̱̙̩̯̲̦͖̦̫̹͎͉͓͎͔̘̘̓̾͋̅̓͆͆̈́̇̌̆̃̀͆͐̋̾̽̂̄̀̓̀̍͒̈́̀̋̑͛̈͐̈́̓̚͘͜͜͠͝ͅ? GET THE FUCK OUT AND NEVER TRY ANYTHING LIKE THIS AGAIN! Do we understand each other?
You nodded frantically and he let you go---shoving you roughly to the ground. Before you had even come back to your senses, you were on your feet and stumbling out of the wreckage of the radio tower. You ran, too terrified to bother being careful on the uneven ground, scratching yourself on the hard rocks and sharp debris of the hotel---hot tears making your vision blurry.
'Never again.'
'Never again.'
'Never again.'
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Afterwards, once the hotel was built, Alastor tried to apologize to you for his behavior.
Buying you gifts.
Making your favorite foods.
Showering you with affection and flowers.
...
You ignored him---shrugging off all of his advances and attempts to apologize. He meant the apologies, he really was sorry---that much you were sure of---but...you couldn't find it within yourself to forgive him. Not for this.
Of all the people you'd thought would hurt you, Alastor never made that list. Now that he'd proven you wrong on that front...you couldn't help but wonder what else you were wrong about as well.
Did he really love you? Was it all just a front? Was he just using you or biding his time until he could make a deal?
You didn't know and, until you did, you couldn't trust him...not enough to let him get close to you again.
Never again...not until you were certain.
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Sweet Escape - Pt. 3 // LH44
Lewis Hamilton x Y/N
Warnings: Swearing, 18+ (mentions of sexual acts), angst, minor injury, alcohol consumption, age difference, jealousy, not edited
Word Count: 5.1k+
Summary: Paradise is supposed to be fun and relaxing... a Sweet Escape, but when unspoken feelings and jealousy rise to the surface, everything can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye.
Notes: A lot of reflection and angst coming for you in this one! I still can't stick with a singular tense so once again, ignore that lol. Thank you all so much for all the love, I hope you enjoy this next chapter! I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx
Previous Sections: Prologue - Part One - Part Two
You could cut the tension with a knife. The volleyball tournament was in full swing and Lewis was doing his absolute best to ignore you in entirety. Not that you particularly wanted his attention at this moment, but he was making it rather obvious to everyone else that something was up between the two of you. You were doing your best to ref the games like Miles had asked, and you felt like you were starting to get the hang of it. It didn’t go unnoticed to anyone that if a call had anything to do with Lewis, he wouldn’t respond in any way, he wouldn’t even look over at you. To the untrained eye it would look like he was simply a sore loser, which to be fair he could be sometimes, but everyone knew that if things were normal, he would be taunting you and throwing things back at you any chance he got. Your heart ached while your mind burned with rage. It had only been a few hours and you already missed him, missed the energy he always carried when he was around you, but with a horny brain, he swiftly ruined it.
Talia had made the ridiculous choice to come down and spend her day on the beach as well. She was sprawled out on a towel like a house cat in a kitchen window. Thankfully, she had set up her stuff further down the beach, far enough that you wouldn’t have to interact with her at all. You couldn’t help but find it both amusing and sickening that on this beach, there were two women that Lewis had slept with, or at least tried to, and now both women were livid. For a man that usually got anything and anyone he wanted, the last three days definitely hadn’t been much of a winning streak for him. You wanted to imagine that his ego was at least bruised, but you knew better than that, he was probably just looking at it as another drop in the bucket. You would both be replaced the second he made it home, hell you could probably be replaced before then.
You were watching the game from your camp chair, trying your best to pay attention, but irritatingly enough, your focus kept returning to Lewis. No matter how mad you were, your brain wouldn’t let you ignore just how attractive he was. This was no time for those thoughts to be bouncing around in your head, you needed to keep his actions in the forefront of your mind, but watching him was inevitable. He was glistening with sweat, his tattoos more prominent in the sheen. His torso was speckled with sand from the times he had tried to dive for the ball and landed flat on his stomach, his swim trunks had started to ride up on one of his thighs, showing off the thick muscles. You were so engrossed in staring at the man who had all your emotions haywire, that you didn’t notice that Miles had accidentally punted the ball directly towards you.
“Shit, heads up.” You heard him yell, but it was too late as the ball made contact directly with the side of your head.
You let out a shriek before you groaned ,”Fuck.’ Grabbing the side of your head where the ball had collided.
Within seconds, everyone had crowded around you. To your surprise, Lewis was the first one there, on his knees in front of you immediately. His eyes held so much concern as they looked over you as if he was making sure you were in one piece.
“Hey, hey, you okay?” His voice was rushed but soft as he reached out to place his hand over yours on your head, his other hand grabbing your other arm. Any other day you would have been overwhelmed with comfort, but in this moment it just made your head hurt more.
“I’m fine.” Your voice had a bite to it as you brushed him off, moving to try to stand up. You hoped that your aggressive tone would be read as annoyance to getting slammed with a Volleyball.
“Take a second.” Charlotte said softly, placing her hand on your shoulder to push you gently back into the chair.
“I’m so sorry,” Miles said from behind you, his hand coming to rest on your other shoulder, giving it a light pat, “I really didn’t mean to, I would never hurt you on purpose. I feel so bad.”
“It’s okay, it was an accident. I should have been paying more attention.” You reach up to grab his hand, squeezing it gently.
“Well I guess you were right, Volleyball really does end in concussions for you, even when you’re not playing apparently.” Miles laughs, trying to lighten the mood.
“Apparently,” You laugh with him, “I’m gonna go sit in the shade for a little bit, you guys keep playing.”
They all move back a bit to let you stand this time.
“Are you sure? We can head back up to the house if you want.” Charlotte offers, still looking worried.
“No, you guys keep playing, it’s still early. I’ll just be over there,” You gesture your head over towards a shady spot near the path, “and I promise I’ll keep an eye out for runaway balls this time.”
You turn to grab your chair but Lewis has already picked it up and is walking over toward the spot you had mentioned. You realize you unfortunately have no choice but to follow him. As you come up behind him you feel nothing but dread, you don’t want to talk to him right now, about anything really. He wordlessly places your chair in the shade before making his way over to the cooler full of drinks. He comes back with a cold water and a frosty can of something.
“Drink this,” He says putting the water in the little cupholder on the arm of your chair before extending the can to you, “and put this on your head for a little bit.”
You take the can, mumbling a quiet “thanks”. You hope that will be it, that he’ll turn and rejoin the rest of your friends, however, much to your dismay, he squats down in front of you. He holds your eyes with his, staring at you deeply.
“Are you sure you're okay?” His voice is so full of concern that it makes you want to yell at him, instead you just let out a scoff.
“That’s a pretty weighted question right now Lewis.” You say as you shoot him a look.
He grimaces before he shakes his head, “I’m sorry, I-” He starts before he cuts himself off, “Right now I’m worried about your head, that ball is hard and it came in pretty hot. Everything else can wait.”
All you can do is roll your eyes, looking over his shoulder at the ocean.
“I’ve had a fair amount of head injuries myself, I know what to look for, can I?” He continues, doing his best to ignore your attitude.
“Well that explains a lot.” You fire back, finally looking at him again.
You could be wrong but you swear you see an almost smirk on his face as he shakes his head. He raises his eyebrows at you in question, prompting you to actually answer him.
“Fine.” You huff, lowering the can to your side.
He moves in closer to you, just barely, and you can feel yourself tense. He goes through a variety of little tests; making you follow his finger with your eyes, shining his phone's flashlight at your pupils, having you answer stupid questions about yourself and historical events.
“I think you’re alright,” He says with a soft smile as he moves back, patting the outside of your knee, “might have a small bump though.”
“Thanks.” Your voice comes out as barely a whisper as you try to offer the same smile back at him.
He stares at you for a moment longer, making you want to squirm in your seat. He’s looking at you with such care and concern, as if he’s assessing every ounce of you, physical and emotional.
“I really am sorry,” He says softly, “I don’t want to lose you.”
His words make your heart clench but the anger comes back to the surface as you're reminded of the situation he’s put you both in.
“I’m not doing this right now.” You say firmly, attempting to shut him down. This isn’t the time for the conversation you need to have, especially not when his ex is down the beach and all your friends are waiting for him mere feet away.
He nods solemnly, a small frown on his face as he stands up. He takes a few steps backward before pausing, “Let us know if you need anything, okay?”
You simply nod before he turns and runs back toward everyone. You take the time to enjoy the beautiful view of the coast, listening to the sound of the waves crashing in harmony with the joyous laughter of your friends. It’s melancholy, you can already feel a sense of longing for something you haven’t truly lost yet. You’re overcome with a sense of worry, it feels like nothing can ever be the same. You’re worried that you won’t be able to be around him anymore, that he won’t want to be around you and your friends will have to take sides. You know they all love you, but they’ve known him for nearly a decade, you’re still in many senses, a newcomer. Part of you knows it irrational, he evidently still cares about you, but how long will that last before the awkward exchanges and anger override the history of friendship between the two of you. You know Miles and Charlotte would never truly abandon you, but you can’t help but feel nothing will ever be the same.
As you tried to work through your emotions, you felt someone’s presence at the base of the trail. She spoke before you could even turn your head to look at her.
“I’m headed up to finish packing.” She said, you figured she would leave it there but to your surprise she continued, “How’s your head? That looked like a nasty hit.”
You couldn’t mask the shock that was written across your face, she sounded almost compassionate.
“Uh, it’s fine, thanks.” You stuttered out, confused by the interaction.
“Well make sure you keep ice on it, you don’t want a bump.” She offered you a small smile, confusing you even more. Once again you thought that would be the end of the conversation, but no, “And hey, don’t fall for it,” She gestured her head over toward where Lewis was, “it’s amazing until it’s not. You’ll get hurt.”
With that, she simply walks away up the path, leaving you stunned.
. . .
Everyone is working on making dinner, the house full of music and laughter as Charlotte bosses people around the kitchen. You had tried to help but Miles deemed you “far too injured for manual labor” and parked you on a bar stool at the kitchen island. You had managed to sneak into Lewis’ room, grabbing your stuff and putting it in Charlottes so you could shower without worrying you would run into him. She had given you a questioning look but hadn’t said a word, leaving you to get freshened up. Lewis was nowhere to be seen, you figured he was showering, getting ready to bring Talia to the airport. You’re still not sure why he had offered to drive her, but whatever got her as far away as possible as soon as possible was fine by you. The interaction from earlier was still running through your head on repeat. Her behavior had been almost alien, nothing you had seen from her in the past. Part of you wondered if she was still trying to keep him for herself, scare you away from him, or was she truly offering you advice. Not that you needed it, you were pretty confident you didn’t need to hear it to know what she said was true, which is why the situation hurts so much.
“Turn the heat down! You’re gonna burn it!” Charlotte just about shrieked as she hip checked Daniel away from his pan, quickly taking over.
He laughed, putting his hands up in false defeat as he made his way over to the bar, happy to be kicked off dinner duty. You gave him an accusatory look, laughing when he shrugged with a smirk, you know he had done it on purpose. You heard the rolling of wheels coming down the hall, Talia emerging with her packed luggage. She gave everyone an awkward smile, holding her hand up in a wave before making a b-line to the front door, not saying a word. Miles looked like he wanted to burst out in laughter, Charlotte elbowing him in the ribs with a glare despite the smirk on her own face. Shortly after, Lewis came down the hall, his keys in hand. He was dressed nice, much nicer than everyone else who was preparing for a night in. He had a colorful silk shirt on, most of the top buttons undone, paired with a pair of perfectly fitted black slacks and dress shoes. He had lots of jewelry on, much more than you’d seen on him in the last few days, a large watch perched on his wrist.
“Well don’t you look spiffy.” Steph teased him, taking a sip of her wine.
“I’m headed to the airport to drop off Talia.” He announced, ignoring Steph.
“Quite the fit for airport duties Bruv.” Miles continued the teasing.
“I’m going out after.” He kept his explanation short, clearly annoyed that he was being questioned at all.
“What?” Charlotte exclaimed, whipping around, “We’re in the middle of making dinner. Not to mention it’s fucking vegan because of you.” She pointed a finger at him.
“Sorry, throw some cream in it or something.” His voice was full of sarcasm and you could tell he was on edge.
“That’s not the point Lewis, you could have told us sooner.” Charlotte stayed strong, her hands on her hips like an accusing mother.
“I’m going to get dinner with-” He hesitated, his eyes shooting around the room before continuing, “with a friend.” He rushed the last bit of his sentence out.
“Oh.” Charlotte seemed content, a look of understanding crossing her face.
“Yeeeahh,” Daniel drawled out, “I’m suuure you are. Dinner.” He chuckled into his glass.
Your stomach flipped at his comment, you wanted to believe that he really was just getting dinner with a friend but the knowing tone from Daniel made you second guess it. The look of guilt on Lewis’ face didn’t help either. You wanted to believe he was a better man than that, but his actions over the last few days have proven otherwise. You wondered if the friend was the mysterious Marina. You still had so many questions but you were pretty sure you would never get an answer to any of them, especially while you didn’t know where you stood with Lewis. Lewis didn’t say another word, heading toward the door, but Charlotte ran after him. You watched as she wrapped him in a hug, whispering something in his ear before she patted his back and let him go. You gave her a look but she just shrugged.
The atmosphere throughout dinner felt normal, and you were grateful for that. Noone brought up what Lewis was probably out doing, no one mentioned him at all actually, and it felt a little foreign. His absence was noticeable but not abnormal, it was frequent during the season that you would all have dinner without him.
You later found yourself in the kitchen with Charlotte, tidying up the dishes while people got ready for bed.
“Hey, I know your room is technically open and all but if you still want to room with me, my door’s open.” Her voice was soft and kind, like a hug that you so desperately needed.
“Thank you, I’ll probably take you up on that if you don’t mind.” You sent her a grateful smile, somehow she always seemed to know what you needed, even if she didn’t know why.
“Of course, besides I’m still waiting to cache in on my cuddles.” She teased you gently.
“Oh, how could I forget?” You giggled.
“You go get ready for bed, I’m just gonna finish up out here and I’ll be in, just give me a few.” She nudged you out of the kitchen toward her room.
You did as she said and made your way down the hall. You couldn’t help but stop outside the door to your old room, it was open and you could see the unmade bed from where Talia had slept. It sent pure annoyance through your whole body, if you hadn’t had to change in Lewis’ room you probably wouldn’t be in the situation you are now. You knew it wasn’t fair to blame her for his actions, he’s a grown man who knew exactly what he was doing, but you couldn’t help it. Part of you wondered if she had put the thought of you in his head during her explosion. You never thought he felt that was about you and then all the sudden he had you pinned up against a mirror with his fingers inside of you. It was like a flipped switch that you couldn’t undo, the light was on and it would stay on for good. You tore yourself away from the doorway, making it all the way to Charlotte's room before stopping in the doorway and looking at Lewis’ door across the hall. The door was closed but you swore you could smell him, it almost seemed like he was standing on the other side of the door despite not even being in the house. You could smell the cologne he had put on for whoever he was trying to impress tonight, you could picture him adjusting his collar and placing the chains around his neck just right. You knew just how he would have rolled up the sleeves of his shirt so he could decorate his wrists with diamond bracelets and an expensive watch, exactly how he would slip each and every ring onto his fingers, spinning them until they were the perfect angle. You’d seen him do it all before, waiting for him as you all got ready for a night out, teasing him about taking longer to get ready than you. He would always joke that perfection takes time, winking at you as he would make his way over to you. His hand almost always found your lower back as he would guide you out of the random hotels or one of his homes, meeting your friends in the lobby. Maybe you should have seen it, maybe this was always his plan. He frequently found ways to make sure he was alone with you, having you come over and get ready with him, having the two of you take a separate car than everyone else so you would meet them there. If that had been his plan all along, why didn’t he make his move one of those many nights, alone in his hotel room or in the back of a town car.
Your head feels like it’s spinning as you think through almost every encounter you’ve had with him over the years. You shake away the fogginess, quickly making your way into Charlotte's room. You can feel your cheeks heating up and your eyes getting blurry as you slip into your coziest pajamas. You sit down on the end of the bed, putting your head in your hands. You don’t know how long you sit like that, trying your best to will away the tears that are fighting so hard to fall.
“Hey, honey, what’s wrong?” Charlotte's voice catches your attention.
She moves quickly to sit next to you on the bed, rubbing your back softly. When you finally look at her even more concern washes over her face. You don’t say anything, just shake your head as a single tear falls down your cheek, the lone escapee.
“Y/N, sweetie, talk to me,” She says quietly, “you know you can tell me anything.”
You do know that, Charlotte knows more about you than anyone else. She’s never judged you, never made you feel bad for your feelings, but this feels different. She’s the same person for Lewis, the man that has you in tears.
“I think I should go home.” You croak out, looking away from her.
“What? Are you crazy? Absolutely not,” Charlotte is quick to argue, “Talias gone, we can finally have the vacation we wanted to have.”
“It’s not Talia.” You admit quietly.
“Does your head hurt? We can get you to a doctor here on the island.” Charlotte quickly suggests.
“No, Charlotte, it’s not-” You start,cutting yourself off and dropping your face into your hands once again, “Fuck, I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, why don’t you talk to me about whatever’s going on and maybe I can help you figure it out.” She offers reassuringly, wrapping her arm around you and pulling you in tight, her hand still rubbing your back.
And so you do, you let the tears and the story all out into Charlotte's shoulder. You tell her about the conversation you had with Lewis the night he disappeared, the conversation you overheard between the two of them, what he did later that day, you tell her everything. You tell her about questioning everything about your relationship with him, about wondering if he really wants to be your friend. You tell her about how he tried to take care of you on the beach, about Talia’s comment about him, how you wanted to be sick when Daniel implied Lewis was going out to get laid. You tell her everything that you so desperately needed to get out. Charlotte is good, exactly what you needed as she sits there listening quietly, still just rubbing your back and letting you vent about the whole thing. When you finally stop talking she stays quiet for a moment, just letting you cry into her shoulder.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Is the first thing she mutters. It’s then that you realize just how tense she’s become as she listened to you talk, she seems almost as angry as you had been.
You pull away from her, trying to calm yourself down a bit, feeling ever so slightly better having gotten everything off your chest. The anger dissipates from her face when she meets your eyes, being overtaken by comfort and compassion.
“Sweetie, I’m so sorry. I love him like a brother, but he’s a right fucking twat.” She says, rubbing your arm, “You don’t deserve to be in the middle of his stupid fucking shenanigans, it’s so far from fair.”
“I just don’t know what to do, I don’t want to lose him, I don’t want to lose all of you, but I don’t know how that can even happen. Nothing can just be normal again.” You sniffle through your words
“Hey, you are never, ever going to lose us. Especially not me, and I think I speak for Miles as well, we’re not going anywhere. I’m rather confident that if you told the guys about all this they would knock his head in.” She says sternly, making her point clear.
You let out a half hearted chuckle, knowing deep down that she’s probably right.
“Listen, we all know Lewis is a fuck boy, he has been for years and we all just let him do his thing. But to try to fuck around with someone that we all love, that crosses a line, he doesn’t get to fuck all of this up just because he’s a horny asshole.” She states firmly, her hand resting on your arm.
“You know what I hate the most of all?” You look at her, ready to admit the part you find the most embarrassing, “I let him do it, well up until I didn’t. Not only that, but I liked it, there’s part of me that wishes I didn’t stop him. And I’ve fucking thought about it since.” You scoff at yourself.
“I get it, he has a certain charm to him. He knows exactly how to make people fall to his feet, but you have nothing to be ashamed of. He makes people feel powerful and wanted, it’s addictive, even when you’re just his friend. There’s a certain aspect of being around Lewis that is like the best drug in the world, it’s almost impossible to kick.” She sounds like she talks from experience and you almost can’t help but wonder just how deep the experience is.
She can see the question in your eyes before you even have a chance to whisper it into the air.
“No,” she shuts you down quickly, her hand up in the air to put the thought to rest, “I have never and would never. I just mean the aura of him, even platonically he is impossible to deny.”
You nod, knowing the feeling all too well. Then another thought pops into your head.
“Where do you think he really is tonight?” You ask, not sure you actually want the answer.
“I know where he is,” She assures you but not giving you the information you crave, “he really is with a friend, nothing’s going on.”
“Marina?” You ask timidly.
She nods softly, not saying anything else about it.
“Who-” You start to ask but she cuts you off gently.
“I’m sure you don’t want to, but you should really talk to him about that. It’s not my place to tell.” She says, leaving you with even more questions.
You simply nod, she’s right you don’t want to talk to him about it, but maybe you should.
“I know he fucked up, and I’m pissed at him for it. He deserves a good smack to the head.” She starts making you laugh lightly, “But that being said, don’t question if he cares about you Y/N. I’ve known him for a long time and he doesn’t go out of his way for people he doesn’t care about, his personal time is precious to him and he doesn’t share it with just anyone, well unless they're in his bed I suppose.” She frowns.
“So Talia? He certainly went out of his way for her, he brought her on vacation the same way he brought me.” You point out, not entirely sure if you believe her.
Charlotte laughs, “No he didn’t, he was actually kind of annoyed she was coming at all. She was at his place one morning when he was making the plans and she invited herself. He told her she could come if she figured out her own way here, he was hoping she would give up but as we know she didn’t. He brought you on vacation because he missed you, he talks about you alot.”
“He does?” You ignore the story about Talia, not particularly surprised by it. Him talking to Charlotte about you though, that surprises you.
“Yeah, more than you would expect,” She chuckles, “if you guys spend anytime together I get the full rundown within like an hour. He’s like a teenage girl half the time. He will text me just to check how you’re doing because he doesn’t want to bother you if he knows you’re busy, yet he can’t go a day without knowing you’re alright. I hate to say it Y/N but I do think he likes you, more than you might realize. Unfortunately he’s an idiot who’s been emotionally single for almost a decade and has no idea how to show his feelings like an adult. He jumps to physical, and apparently has the worst timing of anyone on earth.”
Your head is spinning as you process what Charlotte is saying. You know she has an insight to Lewis that you could never dream of and you don’t feel like she has any reason to lie to you, yet you can’t let yourself believe it.
“Listen, it’s not my place to tell you how he feels about you, truth be told I’m not one hundred percent clear, but if I had to put money on it, I would say he really likes you, much more than just a friend. It’s honestly possible he doesn’t even really recognize it himself, like I said, it’s been a long time since he had an emotional connection with someone beyond family and friends, he’s shut himself down to it for a long time. I’m not trying to stick up for him, if you want to say ‘fuck him’ and cut him off, I truly wouldn’t blame you, he treated you like shit even if he didn’t mean to. He fucked up big time and he deserves to sweat, but I think you should talk to him, at least eventually. I know you both care about each other a lot, it would be a shame if it all ended.” Charlotte is calm as she speaks, each word coming out clearly and truthfully.
Her speech has you mind racing, there’s no way he likes you like that. Why the hell would he? He has his pick of the litter and as far as you’re concerned you were an easy target, you fell right into his lap at the perfect time when he wanted a distraction. Yet, on the other hand, it would make everything make a whole bunch more sense; the constant need to be around you, the unnecessary spoiling, the constant physical contact, the flirty messages and comments, the over protective behavior. Everything that you had chalked up to just being his personality, may actually mean something, something that maybe neither one of you really recognized.
“Okay, you’ve had a long day, how about we get some sleep and we deal with all of this tomorrow with a clearer head.” Charlotte suggests when you don’t respond, your mind still doing cartwheels.
You nod, sliding into bed as she takes her spot next to you. She turns off the light next to the bed before wrapping you in a hug. You start to doze off quickly, everything catching up to you.
“No matter what, you’re not going to lose us. I promise.” Charlotte whispers to you.
It’s the last thing you hear as you let yourself fall into a much needed deep sleep.
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hello pretty blood community i come bearing this, fucking Thing
oc info under the cut ig
vi sarah is pretty much immortal with how much she regenerates and she found that out via suicide attempt. good news tho she also found out she likes pain but bad news she cant die
shes considered a bit of an idol but pretty blood wont hire her because shes not really fit to torture other people, and while she does scream and cry out in pain when shes hurt, deep down everyone knows she doesnt REALLY die. but there IS a niche audience for her so all her own videos are homemade :]
every now and then she gets a gig with pretty blood like. more as a freelance "idol" and shell get killed creatively. her dream is to be killed by rinny or dream terror (eluca) despite thinking she has no talent. she loves the camera. she also wants pretty blood to fund and find a way to permanently kill her but alas. they wont let her in :(
anyways. since shes got a niche audience for her own diy homemade "films" she basically makes videos and streams and stuff of herself dying over and over and thats how she makes money
vi sarah goes by her stagename and abandoned her real name. shes got psychological trauma but she doesnt wanna exploit that unless its in a gig with rinny because they're special pain <3
her power regenerates her within a couple of hours for most major regular injuries. for something like being straight up beheaded, her body reanimates within the next few minutes to attach its head back on. if its chopped to the tiniest bits and piece, it'll start growing back at the largest piece closest to the heart and take about a week to recover
her body automatically purges itself of any and all diseases, and parasites die almost immediately upon entering her body. if its a particularly strong parasite (like the necro worm) then the parasite is "poisoned" by the effect of the regeneration, but the regeneration cannot be spread via this parasite. once this parasite is "poisoned", it will die within the next thirty minutes even if its stripped from the body and transferred to another. (add a few more months if trapped in cryostasis)
she dislikes the torture and death of other humans/malino, but is more apathetic to it when exposed to it. she can easily blend in with society but frequently gets mistaken as a klutz because shes always seen with bandages
other non-fucked up things: she loves all things sleep-related and has THE comfiest bed because she loves to nap for long periods of time. she loves all things pastry and sweet and is almost never seen without either a pillow/plush to sleep on or a pastry to eat
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mark me in your heart [teaser]
PAIRING: drug dealer!mark x bartender!reader
GENRE: angst, smut, kinda friends with benefits au, bartender!renjun, best friend!renjun, action au
TEASER WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, explicit scene of drug use, use of pet names
WC: tba (TEASER WC: 1,2k)
‣[PLAYLIST]: 505 by arctic monkeys, bad omens by 5 seconds of summer, slow down by chase atlantic, why do you only call me when you're high? by arctic monkeys, a little death by the neighborhood, okay by chase atlantic
SUMMARY: when a sensitive and broken heart meets another one of the same nature, their instinctive reaction is to seek comfort in each other, and in order to heal themselves, they both need to be equally strong and willing to put all their broken pieces back together. but sometimes, some hearts aren't strong enough to be saved; the only way to save them is if the stronger heart of the two is willing to take the risk and try for the both of them, whatever it takes.
A/N: i forgot how long i've had this idea sitting in my drafts. i think it's time it saw the light of day and i think it's better if i share this with you
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“Hey Renjun, pass me that glass” you said as you wiped the thick tall glass completely dry before you put it back on the shelf behind you. You were moving mechanically at this point, the exhaustion of the long night at the bar taking over your entire body. It was 5 in the morning and you had just barely managed to kick out some of the remaining drunk nobodies who were so wasted, that their toxic-infused brains couldn’t even give them the signals to move their own bodies.
Working at the bar wasn’t your dream job but it’s not as if you had a better choice. It was either a bartender or a stripper. Both of them sounded equally bad, so you decided to opt for the slightly better one. If you could even say it like that.
It wasn’t a particularly ideal job but it was enough to get you by. It earned you enough money to buy you food and pay the rent at the motel you were staying at, it got you as many free drinks as you needed to help your mind escape from all your worries and you also got to meet some relatively cool people, so that was somewhat good. The working hours weren’t such a big of an issue either, you couldn’t really sleep anyway. So you were fine with it.
Most nights, the bar usually closed at around 3 am. There wasn’t a set rule on this; it usually depended on how many customers there were and how much they were drinking. Your boss had suggested that you shouldn't keep the bar open all night long, so you kinda decided that it was best to close a few hours after midnight. You weren’t complaining about this though; the sooner it closed, the more time you’d have to get high with your co-worker Renjun at the alleyway behind the bar.
Unfortunately, tonight luck wasn’t on your side, as a group of friends kept on drinking more and more as the hours passed by, which meant that you and Renjun had to keep the bar open until later. You weren’t opposed to this idea, it only meant that you would earn a little bit more money. It was Renjun who started complaining, so he decided to take action into his own hands and practically dragged the drunks out of the bar.
This is how you ended up cleaning up the place this late, rather this early in the morning, with your co-worker. The two of you were too tired to speak, so neither of you made any efforts to spark up a conversation. You both just attended to your respective tasks, waiting for a specific somebody to show up.
Luck surely wasn’t on your side tonight. He would usually show up at around 3:30 am, right after the bar closed, and he would have all the stuff ready, just at the exact moment you needed it. Why was he late today?
It didn’t take a genius to understand that Renjun was clearly affected by the lack of the stuff. He moved around the place nervously, tugging at his hair and stomping his foot rhythmically. He was in a desperate need of it, and you would honestly lie to yourself if you said you didn’t need it half as much as Renjun did.
You put the last clean glass on the shelf behind you and went over to the storage room to grab a broom, so that you could clean the floor a bit while Renjun was still wiping the bar counters. As soon as you closed the door of the storage room, the little bell that hung above the bar’s front door rang with a tinkle and soon after it followed the sound of the so familiar footsteps you were waiting for all night.
“Hey kids, Santa’s here,” his voice resonated in the empty room as he waved a small transparent plastic bag that looked white because of its content. Renjun threw the handkerchief he was holding to the other side of the counter and dramatically jumped over it to go and hug the male who just entered. All of that just at the sight of the clear plastic bag with the snowy content.
“Mark, what took you so long my guy, I’m literally a dead man walking! Give this beauty to me,” Renjun exclaimed and snatched the plastic bag straight out of Mark’s hand. Mark smirked at what Renjun said and immediately started grinning at the sight of the boy’s eagerness.
Renjun went to sit on the bar stool closer to him and placed the bag on top of the counter he had just wiped clean. With slender fingers, he opened the plastic bag and dredged some of the content on the counter. With nervousness in his movements, he set the bag aside and shuffled through his back pocket to find his ID card. He started scattering the white dust all over the counter before he gathered all of it in a straight line with the help of his ID card. When he was satisfied with the result, he put his ID card back into his pocket, lowered his head to the level that his nose touched the cold surface of the counter, took a deep breath and snorted the entire line of crack, the product going straight up into his nostrils.
Renjun blinked several times before he slowly lifted his head. He scrunched his nose and wiped it with the back of his hand, his drowsy eyes looking surprisingly bright considering his state. “Man, whoever hasn’t done crack, never, they haven’t known the beauty of life yet” he chuckled. Mark smirked at Renjun’s comment and you couldn’t help but shake your head amusingly, a small smile creeping up at your face.
Renjun took the plastic bag with the rest of the cocaine and put it in his pocket. “This baby’s for me, thank you,” he amused and turned his heel towards the storage room. “Don’t come look for me, I’ll be right here. If I take too long to come out, then you should be concerned,” he said and closed the storage room door behind him; a scene that was surprisingly quite familiar to you.
You then set the broom down and walked towards Mark. “Hey” you whispered and Mark greeted you back in a low husky voice. “What took you so long? We were expecting you to come earlier” you asked him.
Mark shrugged and leaned his elbow against the counter. “I came by at our usual meeting hour and saw that you guys were still open. I couldn’t risk anyone seeing me so I decided to drop by later,” he said and you nodded in understanding.
“You do have more of those plastic bags on you, don’t you?” you asked him and he chuckled. “Of course I do, pretty. Let’s go outside and treat ourselves a bit, shall we?” he suggested and you nodded again, walking beside him towards the alleyway behind the bar.
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SIXTEEN: baking and comfort
Warnings: swearing, oral (f receiving), fingering, slightly rough sex, protected sex
Word Count: 8.1k
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Summary: While the others are away visiting their families, Luna is feeling their absence deeply. Mingi is there to distract her from missing them, until she finally reunites with her parents and sisters. The reunion is a mixture of emotions, and when Luna comes home afterwards, there is a special surprise waiting for her.
Mingi's voice echoes down the hallway, "What is that scent? It smells delicious!" I hear him say. I place the tray on the counter top and close the oven door as he walks into the kitchen.
"It's scones," I reply, taking off my oven mitt and placing it neatly beside me. "I've made them mostly for my sisters but I've made extra for here too in case any of you want one."
"You made cupcakes and an apple pie yesterday, plus a chicken dinner! This morning was pancakes at breakfast, and now you're making scones? You are making sure we are very well fed!" He grins at me.
The previous morning, I had been struck with a sudden burst of baking inspiration, so I made my way to the grocery store. There, I decided to make myself a roast chicken dinner, complete with a side of buttery mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables - the ultimate comfort meal that my mom would make for me whenever I was feeling down. Although I wasn't particularly low yesterday, I was missing Yunho, Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Wooyoung and San; this gave me all the more reason to make this comforting meal.
The guys had all been in contest contact with me through texts. San would call me every night to tell me about his day, what he did with his family, things he did with his cat Byeol. They all also sent me lots of photos and messages throughout the day. Despite how nice it was still being able to talk with them, there's no denying that I missed their physical presence around me.
I felt a small pang of guilt for missing them when I was enjoying the company of Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho so much. We were all having a blast. Yesterday morning, Jongho tried to teach me how to break open an apple with just my hands. After using up an entire bag of apples, I finally managed to split off a tiny piece from the last apple and he cheered like I had accomplished something grand. Surprisingly, I did feel somewhat proud of myself. All of the apples used during the apple breaking process were not wasted at all as I made an apple pie with them!
In the afternoon, Mingi was working on a new song, letting me sit in his bedroom with him as he composed it. I simply watched him with a smile on my face until he asked me to sit on his lap and showed me how to put together a track.
Watching Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho eating the roast chicken dinner so enthusiastically and genuinely enjoying it brought so much joy to my heart and a bubble of excitement in my stomach too. Afterwards we had another movie night and it was nice having time with the 3 of them.
“I just like cooking for you all!” I laugh. “I can stop if you wish me to.”
“Hey! I am not complaining. I love your cooking, princess!” Mingi says, leaning down to kiss me. “I just need to add extra reps during my workouts now every time you cook for us as your portions are massive!” He laughs.
"My apologies, that's from my grandma! She believes in cooking huge portions of food, and it's something that I've inherited from her." I giggle, "You know my opinion regarding you all dieting and all that stuff but I can serve smaller portions if you'd like?"
“Don’t! Not for me anyway!” He kisses me again. “And yes, very aware of your opinions on diets given your long rant last night when Yeosang simply said steamed vegetables are healthier than roasted!” He laughs wickedly.
I cringe and groan as I remember it. Poor Yeosang made an innocent comment, and I launched into how roasted vegetables are tastier and, if cooked correctly (with less oil!) can be just as healthy as steamed. When I finally stopped, his eyes were wide, and he looked so stunned.
“I am so sorry for that! I have a tendency to get rather opinionated with food! Again, that’s my grandma’s influence!” I reply, covering my face as his body moves around to stand behind me.
“I like you aren’t afraid to say how you feel or what you think. It’s very refreshing when we are surrounded by people who tell us what they think we want to hear,” he says, wrapping his arms around me as I move the scones to the cooling rack. “So never ever apologise for it and keep being yourself too!” I feel his face bury into my neck.
I know my opinions can annoy people and the fact I am outspoken too can be off-putting to a lot of people but Mingis words make me feel warm inside.
We move into the lounge and settle down on the sofa, with Mingi cuddling in close to me. I can't help but smile as I realise how comfortable he is with being around me. It's something I never even expected from him when we first met. His tall stature and dark eyes were a bit intimidating on our first meeting.
“Did your family arrive safely last night?” he asks
“Yeah, they did." I answer
"How was their flight from London?"
"Long! My mom text when they arrived at their rental apartment. She said the twins were already asleep while my dad was snoring on the sofa.” I chuckle and place my arms over the top of his. “The girls messaged this morning telling me all about the view from their apartment.”
“Is their apartment far from here?” He asks
“It is actually just 2 blocks away! Soojin said they can see Han River from the lounge window, so I think their apartment faces the same direction ours does.” I smile. “I can’t wait to see them later on. They'll be so big from the last time I saw them 8 months ago!”
Mingi pulls me closer to his chest. "I am sure you are going to have so much fun with them. Maybe one day you and I should take them out. Show them the fun places in Seoul." he says
"I was planning to take them to Lotte World. We should take them there. If you don't mind crazy hyper twins that is!" I smile at him wanting to do something with them.
"I've lived with San and Wooyoung for years, even during trainee period, I am sure Soojin and Hyejin will be a breeze compared to them!" he laughs, his voice has a hint of excitement.
As we cuddle together on the couch, I can’t help but think of the others and how much I miss them. A dull ache hits my chest at how much, more than I had ever expected to. A pang of guilt then follows for thinking of them while still being in Mingi’s embrace.
“Are you alright?” He asks me, his lips resting on the crown of my head.
"I'm fine," I reply, nodding slightly.
"You seemed to zone out a bit there for a moment," he remarks softly. "You were pretty quiet last night after dinner too."
"We were watching a movie with Yeosang and Jongho; it wouldn't have made much sense to talk," I joke in response.
"I know that," he replies with a chuckle, "but something seemed to be bothering you—you went upstairs right after to play with your friends on Sans' computer and then I saw you asleep in his bed in the middle of the night." His tone softens.
He is correct. I ended up sleeping in Sans bed last night when our game was finished. As I had sat in the silence of Sans bedroom once I had turned off the PC, I began to miss him. I only intended to lie on his bed for a few minutes, to soak in his scent before I went back to my room but the comfort of his belongings surrounding me made me feel a bit more emotional.
In an attempt to hold back the tears that wanted to escape I closed my eyes as tight as I could and hugged his pillow. The next thing I knew my phone alarm was going off on Sans desk and it was the next morning. I didn't realise Mingi had seen me in there but it explains the blanket over me that hadn't been there before when I woke up this morning.
"I wasn't snooping, I just saw the light on while I was going to the toilet and went in to turn it off and saw you asleep." he swiftly clarifies.
"I am missing the others." I admit, there is no point in trying to hide it. Mingi can easily pick up on peoples emotions.
"I thought as much." he sighs softly. "Come here." He pulls me onto his lap; I lay my head into his chest and try to control the tears welling up in my eyes.
"Sorry." I whisper, shedding a few that manage to break free. "I shouldn't be missing them when I have this time with you, Yeosang and Jongho!"
"Don't be sorry." He whispers back, tightening his grip around me; it feels like he will never let me go. "It's perfectly normal to miss them." His thumb brushes away the tears from my cheeks. "I know they are missing you as well." This causes me to lift my head from his chest and look up at him, meeting his eye to see if he is being truthful with me.
"Really?" I ask, surprised
"Of course they are!" The way he looks at me, so sweetly makes my heart flutter and warmth spreads through my body as he brings his lips down on mine.
The kiss starts off softly, his lips moving against mine with tenderness as his hands caress my back. I can't help but melt into him as the kiss turns heated and we stay locked in it for what feels like an eternity. He eventually pulls away, leaving us both breathless.
"I'm glad you are here with me." I whispers against his lips before kissing him once more.
Mingi deepens the kiss, his hands sliding down to grip my waist. I sigh into his mouth, heat pooling low in my belly.
We break apart, breathless. Mingi's eyes have darkened with desire and I feel an answering ache between my legs.
"Yeosang just went downstairs to the gym and Jongho's with his family today," I say softly, my lips brush against his. "I have 2 hours before I need to leave and the apartment's empty. Should we continue this somewhere more private?"
Mingi's lips curve in a slow, sensual smile. "Private? If we have the entire apartment to ourselves why not do it right here?"
I joke, my voice light and teasing, "We could do that, but wouldn't it be more comfortable in my bed?" I flash a mischievous grin and slide my hand down his body, feeling the hardness of his arousal. "You can be as rough as you want with me in there too." I squeeze him through his shorts.
"You make a good argument," he replies with a groan, embracing me as he stands up. I giggle with excitement, looping my arms around his neck, my legs hooking around his waist. As soon as we get into my room, he slams the door shut behind us with his foot. "One day we are going to fuck on that sofa!" He laughs.
"100%!" I reply in agreement.
He lowers me onto the bed and joins me, pinning me underneath him with his body. We kiss passionately while I run my fingers through his hair, over his broad shoulders and down his back. Mingi sits back on his heels and strips off his shirt in one smooth motion, revealing the definition of his torso. I can't help but let out a soft moan at the sight of him, and I feel an overwhelming wave of desire consume me.
He looks at me with a smug smirk and asks, "Do you like what you see, princess?"
"Of course!" I laugh back.
He helps me out of my clothes and his own with eager and quick hands until we are both naked. Mingi lowers himself back down onto me, his lips travelling hungrily over my body. He kisses me passionately, his hands caressing every inch of my body until I am writhing beneath him. His mouth moves lower, kissing and gently sucking on my skin. His tongue pays particular attention to my nipples before moving lower still. I can feel his hot breath on my core, my legs shake in anticipation of his next move.
"Mingi..." I moan, my voice trembling as I look down at him.
"Does my princess want me to eat her out?" he says, his voice low and seductive as his eyes darken with desire. Unable to find words, I simply nod in response. He places one of his hands over my lower abdomen, gently pressing down to keep me still as his other hand cups my wetness. His lips move up my inner thighs, lightly brushing against them with every kiss until they finally reach my core. His fingers slip inside me as his tongue circles my clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. His mouth moves with precision, alternating between teasing licks and hard sucks as the sensations threaten to overwhelm me. With a final gasp of pleasure, I collapse onto the mattress.
He finally stops and looks up at me, grinning, as I come hard against his mouth and fingers. He pulls away slowly, licking his lips before giving me a lingering kiss that leaves me breathless. I look into his eyes and see a satisfied look that only comes from knowing he pleased me to the fullest.
Mingi picks up a condom from my bedside table and slips it on, then moves over me with his forearms serving as support. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him towards me as he enters me. We both moan in pleasure at the feeling of being together. His forehead pressed firmly against mine.
"Ahh! You feel amazing!" he grunts out between breaths. "You're so perfect for me."
He moves in a steady rhythm, angle his hips to precisely target that secret spot inside me that he knows so well from our night together. Each thrust inside of me sparks a thrill up my spine, intensifying until I can hardly bear it. I cling onto his back, panting out his name as his thrusts become faster and more intense, his breathing heavy as he nears his climax. I can feel him trembling above me, the tension in his body building until it is almost unbearable. I wrap my arms around him, clinging onto him as we both soar towards our peaks. One of his hands moves to my hips, his fingers dig into me as he firmly holds my body down onto the mattress.
The heat within me suddenly breaking apart in a wave of blissful release as I cry out loudly, my nails digging into his skin. Riding the wave of my release, Mingi continues his brutal pace, growing frantic as he buries his face into the crook of my neck and cries out with a deep guttural rumble. The intensity of his orgasm causes him to shake violently.
We lie there, completely exhausted and still entwined together, saying nothing but communicating though our eye contact in the comfortable silence that envelops us. A satisfied smile crosses my face while I bask in the post-orgasmic joy and Mingi's presence, his hand softly caressing my cheek. Sweet kisses and smiles being exchanged as we come down from our highs.
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I walk into the lounge from my bedroom and see Yeosang sitting on the sofa causing my heart to flutter. After Mingi and I had our fun earlier, we went for a shower. As I was getting ready to the lunch he left to go to gym. Yeosang must have came back earlier and is now playing a game on the ps5 but puts it on pause when he sees me come in. He places the controller on the coffee table as I walk over to him.
"You look beautiful!" he smiles at me as he stands up, his hand reaches out for mine and he laces our fingers together. He places a soft kiss against my lips and another on my forehead.
I chose to wear a knee length, beige dress for lunch with my family and threw on an oversized white cardigan as well. My hair is in loose curls and I have braided my long bangs, securing them with a clip against the side of my head so they are out of my face. To complete the look, I kept my makeup simple.
"Thank you." I say lowering my head as I can feel the blush flush over my cheeks.
His fingers tilt my chin up to look at him. "I love when you wear your glasses." I chose to forego my contact lenses and stick with my eye glasses. It isn't something I normally do when I go out. The only time I wear my glasses outside is when I go for my morning run or at the store. "I love the way your glasses look on you! They bring out your eyes and make you look even more beautiful." I feel myself blush even more. I'm not quite sure how to respond to it.
"Come here, angel." he pulls me into his arms. I instantly feel the warmth of his body and melt into him. “Mingi and I are going for a meal with Myeonjin then to see a movie so we won't be here when you get home."
"That sounds like fun!" I say, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I inhale his scent, he is fresh out the shower and smells like a mixture of coconuts and vanilla.
"Jongho should be home by 10pm. Do you think you will be okay here by yourself for a while?" His hands rubbing soft circles on my back
"Please, I lived alone in a tiny studio apartment for two years! A few hours by myself won't faze me!" I smile at his concern. He leans down, our lips meeting in a gentle sweet kiss. His lips are soft and warm, caressing mine with each movement. His hands cup my face as he deepens the kiss, exploring every corner of my mouth. I feel my body heat up with pleasure as his tongue slides against mine in a perfect dance that makes me forget what we were talking about.
When we finally break apart, I'm breathless and my heart is pounding in my chest. We stand there for a few moments, just looking into each other's eyes like nothing else matters in this world but us. "I better go now. My dad will send out a search party for me if I am even a second late! Be calling the army and demanding air support to find me." I finally say, chuckling lightly
"Is he overprotective?" he asks as he takes my hand and leads me to the door.
"Incredibly! I used to think my mom was unbearably protective of me but then my dad retired from active duty and moved to the training and admin side of the military, he became really overprotective. He was home a lot more, my mom was pregnant, having a hard time with it and then twins were born prematurely. He was protective over all 4 of us but more so me because I was becoming more independent." I say. Yeosang guides me to sit on the bench in the alcove at the door and helps me to put my shoes on, like he always does. "I started rebelling a bit around that age too, acting out."
"I can't imagine you being a rebellious teenager!" he chuckles "You look too innocent for that stuff!"
"Oh I was!" I laugh loudly "Don't underestimate my innocent face! Something happened at that age and I changed dramatically. I stayed out past my curfew, started hanging around with the wrong people, got into trouble, did things I shouldn't have been doing."
"Was it something bad?" he asks, looking into my eyes with concern
"At the time I thought it was, but after rebelling for a couple of months, I started to calm down and I realised it wasn't. It was a big thing but deep down, nothing really changed. However that is a story for another day." I smile lightly at him
"Your father loves you, and you are his first born daughter, it's only natural that he worries. I'll drive you to your parents apartment, make sure you get there safely." he offers
"It is only a 5 minute walk!" I say as he stands up holding out his hand for me to join him, his eyes looking into mine
"Then let me walk you there," he says softly, tenderly cupping my cheek. "I want to spend as much time with you before you have lunch with your family."
"Shouldn't you be accompanied by one of the managers?" I ask, scared about him getting into trouble because of me.
"I won't be gone long," he replies, grabbing a mask and hat from one of the cabinets beside the shoe rack. "Don't worry, angel."
He draws me into an embrace and kisses my forehead before his lips move slowly down to my cheek. He lingers there for a moment before they finally reach mine, holding onto my waist while we kiss. I'm entirely lost in this serene moment between us - all of life's woes seem so distant now.
Finally, he pulls away and gives me a twinkling smile. "Let's go," he murmurs, lightly brushing his lips against mine one last time before donning his mask and hat.
Yeosang and I step outside, the warm sun bathing our faces. He looks at me before taking my hand, and we stroll together down the sidewalk. It is a typical sunny August afternoon, not too hot, just a perfect temperature.
We walk in a happy silence as we cut through the park near our apartment. Suddenly, I tug him over to a plant and exclaim, "Look! A mugunghwa flower! Isn't it beautiful?"
"It is!" He nods with a muffled voice, veiled by his face covering. His eyes twinkle with joy and with his little eye creases I can see that he is smiling. He releases my hand to pluck one of the pink flowers from the branch. Then he carefully weaves its stem into my braid. "I'm sorry for taking a flower," he says, "but I thought it would look even more beautiful in your hair." His warm brown eyes glimmer in the sunlight. "Lets keep going before the search helicopter appears." he adds, I find myself laughing at his comment as he takes my hand again and we carry on walking.
We reach my parents apartment building I turn to face him. "I'll see you in the morning." he says his hands running up my arms
"Want me to make pancakes again? I'll put in an extra scoop of protein powder just for you." I smile
"I'd never turn down your amazing pancakes, even if they didn't have any protein powder in them!" he laughs. He pulls down his face mask enough to expose his lips before leaning in and kissing me tenderly.
"Yeo!!" I exclaim, "Someone could see us!"
"No one can see us from here." he smiles mischievously, replacing the mask over his mouth and nose.
"Still, that was a massive risk!" I say, "I don't want to get you into any trouble."
"You won't, so stop worrying about that!" We hear a car approach and stand back from one another. It was just as well we did as the car comes into view I see it is my uncles. Inside is my Aunt Soomin, Seojun and my other cousin Dongjae.
"That is my Uncle Jihoon." I say as he parks metres from us
"Oh." Yeosang says and I can see his eyes grow a bit wider as he looks over at the car and back at me. "I should go now that your family are here."
"Younhaaaa!" Seojun shouts jubilantly as he gets out of the car, his usual cheeky grin on his face.
"Jun, sshh!" I scold him as he reaches us
"Oh sorry, I didn't see you." he says to Yeosang who honestly looks like a deer caught in the headlights
"I was just making sure Luna got here safely." Yeosang replies, I can see how uneasy he is looking and I am fighting an internal battle not to reach out to him. Give him the reassurance he needs.
"That is very sweet of you." my Aunt Soomin smiles joining us
"Are you going to introduce us?" Jihoon asks me
"Sorry, this is Yeosang, Yeosang this is my Uncle Jihoon, Aunt Soomin, Seojun and Dongjae." I say quietly in case someone is nearby
"Wow, he's a lot shorter than I thought he'd be." Dongjae blurts out. "They look so tall on TV."
"Dongjae!" Soomin scolds, "I apologise for my youngest sons rudeness." she adds to Yeosang
"That boy doesn't have a filter!" Jihoon adds with a chuckle. "It is nice to meet you."
"That is ok. It was lovely to meet you all. I better go." He bows to them before quickly leaving and I watch as he disappears around the corner without a second glance and I feel bad for him being accosted by my family like this.
"He seems a lovely young man." Soomin comments as she hugs me "Are they all taking care of you?"
"They are." I nod
"Lets get upstairs before your dad sends out a search party for you." Jihoon laughs. Even he knows how my dad is and it makes me chuckle. He puts the code into the building entrance and holds the door open for us to enter.
When we reach the apartment door, I can already hear the twins inside making noise. My mom is trying to calm them down. I feel a burst of excitement at seeing them again, and especially my mom. Before we even knock on the door, it swings open and my mom throws her arms around me.
"Whoa Aunt Eunbi, how did you know we were here?" Seojun chuckles.
"I knew my baby was here." she says while squeezing me tight, "You've gotten taller!"
"Mom, I haven't grown in years!" I laugh.
"Maybe it's just that my big sister has gotten shorter since the last time she was here!" Jihoon jokes, tapping her head. "You do look like you have!"
"Oh stop it!" She lets go of me and embraces him. "Everyone looks short next to you!"
It's true: at 186cms, everyone else seems quite short - except for Seojun who is the same height, and Dongjae who is almost the same height with some more growing still to do.
"What's with this talk about short people?" my dad cheerfully inquires from behind us all. At 189cm, he's yet another tall person. Most people think that my father and Jihoon are brothers due to their respective heights - but it's really my mom who is related to him, being three years his senior. "Luna!" He adds as he enfolds me in a hug "I've missed you so much!"
"I've missed you too dad." I relax into his embrace.
After exchanging hugs with everyone, we move into the apartment and witness Soojin and Hyejin squabbling over an iPad on the floor.
"Girls, what have I told you about fighting like that over stuff when you each have one!" Mom lightly rebukes them.
"But mummy it's mine! Hyejin is trying to take it because her own is out of battery!" Soojin whines. Her British accent very prominent.
"Hyejin, this is your sister's device; if yours has run out of power then go charge it but don't take away your sister's without her permission," Dad steps in.
"You've always said to share though, Soojin isn't sharing!" she retorts, yanking it out of Soojin's hands. This causes Soojin to tug back at it and hit Hyejins hands to make her let go.
I stand by and laugh quietly at the scene unfolding before me. Hyejin starts screaming loudly at Soojin, even going so far as to grab at her long hair and pull on it. Quickly Dad snatches the iPad from their grasp.
"That's enough! Nobody gets the iPad now," he says firmly and they both groan in protest.
Dongjae quietly says in Korean, "Gosh, they're noisy!"
"You were the same when you were growing up with your brother!" Soomin chuckles to him
"Luna's here." my mom says
Instantly, their voices change from moaning to an excited shriek, as they finally notice me in the room and rush towards me. I kneel down to embrace them both as they throw themselves at me, toppling me onto my butt as I can only laugh and try to hold onto both of them. They have definitely gotten a lot bigger since I saw them last.
"Did you get my message this morning?" asks Soojin
"I did! And your photos too. They were really good!" I answer
"Who is ready for some food?" my dad asks cheerfully
"Me!" they both shout putting their hands up.
"I'm sure Luna is too!" Seojun says poking my stomach as I bat his hand away laughing. "Your sister is ALWAYS hungry!" he whispers dramatically to the twins
"Says the man who ordered 4 servings of pork belly at the karaoke a few weeks ago and ate it to himself!" I laugh. "Didn't even ask Dasom and I if we wanted any!"
"Oh what a gentleman I have raised!" Aunt Soomin says making us all laugh
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When we arrive at the restaurant, we are taken to our reserved table. It doesn't take long before Soojin and Hyejin start bickering over who gets to sit beside me, so I suggest sitting in between them, which calms them down. Seconds after I sit down, my mom instructs the waitress that I have a serious seafood allergy, demanding that nothing on the table contain anything fish-based.
I almost say that it will be okay, as it was my decision to come here precisely because I knew it was safe. However I understand that my mother has always done this and will continue to do so regardless of what I say so I keep my mouth shut.
With each dish that arrives at the table, my mother repeats to the staff and it gets harder to stay quiet. I want to say something multiple times, but my father's understanding gaze kept me quiet. He knows how much I hate this but also knows, like we all do, that there is no point in trying to stop her.
"What are your plans for your trip?" Soomin inquires.
"We'll be here for two weeks before heading down to Jeju Island for a couple of days, then a week in Tokyo, and another week back here," Dad replies
"We will have a sleepover with Luna too!" Hyejin cheers
"I don't think so, honey," Mom says softly
"But we always have a sleepover when we visit!!" Soojin adds in disappointment, her eyes growing big
"'I'm sorry sweetie," I say sadly. Since I moved in with the other guys, it isn't feasible this time around. We'd usually wear our pyjamas and watch movies while eating snacks all night long. “I don’t live alone anymore.”
“But we will be quiet and behaviour ourselves.” Hyejin says on the other side of me. “We promise, don’t we Soojin? We won’t fight!” I see Soojin nod frantically
“Why don’t you have a sleepover at our apartment instead?” My dad suggests, “Mommy and I can have a night out and the three of you can do your little movie and snack night.”
“That’s not as fun!”Soojin pouts
"We will arrange something for a night just the 3 of us ok." I say putting an arm around her. Her little pout doesn't completely leave but it does seem to appease her a little.
The rest of the lunch goes by on a happier tone. Afterwards Jihoon, Soomin, Seojun and Dongjae go their separate ways while we go back to my parents apartment. My mom telling me she has some things for me. As we enter the apartment Soojin and Hyejin take me to their bedrooms to show me some of their toys. We spend the next 30 minutes playing and having fun until my mom comes in to get me. This causes both of them to whine before my mom says Hyejins iPad is charged. Instantly they both stop and run to get their respective devices.
"Dinner tomorrow night, what would Seonghwa like to eat?" she asks me as we go into the lounge. My dad is sitting on the sofa, his feet resting on the coffee table in front watching a football match on the TV. I notice there is a folded blanket underneath them, no doubt put there by mom so as not to scuff the table with his socks.
"Seonghwa will eat anything," I reply. "He's the least picky eater I've ever known. So whatever you feel like cooking will be fine."
"Do you think he'd be ok with a western meal? It's been so long since I attempted any Korean cuisine - I wouldn't want to do it now and end up messing it up! That would be mortifying!" She chuckles softly.
"I cook a lot of western style meals for the guys and they've never had any issues with them. Maybe make some ramen and rice as side dishes though. I have noticed they all, especially Seonghwa appreciate that!" I smile
"You cook for them?" My dad asks sounding surprised
"Well yeah." I shrug nonchalantly as I sit beside him. "They work long hours, can't really cook a proper meal by the time they get home. I am usually home hours before they are so it makes sense for me to do it. They never let me do the dishes though. Yunho and San usually tell me to go sit down."
I don't say a word that if I don't leave, Wooyoung will swoop in and carry me out of the kitchen. I secretly like when he does that, so I often stay put for that very purpose.
He beams widely, excitedly saying "I already like them! How is it going living with them?"
"I like it. It is nice being around people again and being able to look after people too."
"I am glad to hear that." he smiles. "I was a little worried at first when your mom told me you were living with them. I didn't like it."
"And Seonghwa?" I ask nervously
"Hmm, I wasn't too pleased about that at first!" he says lowering his eyebrows. I feel my stomach drop a little. "However, from what your mom said about him after she spoke to him that night and what I've seen in videos online, he does seem nice."
"He really is dad." I say smiling
"I'll still be giving him the dad experience but not the full one though." he laughs
"Just don't scare him away." I giggle "I really do like them... him!" Thankfully my mom comes back into the lounge with lots of bags and my dad doesn't pick up on my Freudian slip.
At the same time on the TV the opposite team has just scored a goal, much to his disappointment causing him to curse. My mom playfully rolls her eyes at him before coming over to us.
"I have your usual things from London - teabags, biscuits, your favourite chocolate bars!" she says excitedly.
"Ohhhh thank you mom" I say giving her a hug.
"And I got the guys some snacks too! I hope they'll enjoy them. I didn't know what they'd like so I got a bit of everything I could think of."
"She isn't even exaggerating! An entire suitcase purely for these snacks and your things! The excess fees at the airport was eye watering!" My dad chuckles at my mom's excitement before standing up and stretching. "I'll drive you home, it would take you 5 hours to get home with all these bags."
"You are probably right." I giggle. "Thanks dad!"
"I'll see you and Seonghwa tomorrow night." my mom smiles hugging me
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When I get to the entrance, I put down my belongings and key in the code. The door chirps and I open it with my foot as I grab the bags again. After taking off my shoes and pushing them to the designated area, a wave of familiarity washes over me as I take in the familiar scent of the apartment. A small smile comes to my face as I start to feel like this is my home now too.
I walk into the hallway, my eyes immediately gaze upon a bag lying at the bottom of the stairs. I furrow my brow, trying to remember if it was there when I left for lunch with my family.
Suddenly, my gaze shifts as I see a movement out ofthe corner of my eye, and I catch sight of Yunho sitting on the sofa. My heart skips a beat as I rush over to him, my bags dropping onto the floor. The bags full of snacks and goodies forgotten about the second I lay eyes on him.
“Yunho!” I exclaim, practically leaping into his arms.
He rises from the seat, grinning broadly as he wraps me in a strong hug. His body radiates with heat as I cling to him tightly. He stands rock-steady despite my body slamming into his. He holds me securely as my arms wrap around his neck. Without hesitation I press my lips against his, unable to hold back. He kisses me back.
As he sets me down, I step back keeping a hold on his hands in mine as I take a good look at him. He’s wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but to me, he looks like a vision. Too scared to blink in case he disappears and is not really here with me right now. I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, still in shock.
“I live here,” he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
I playfully roll my eyes and laugh. “I know that. I thought you were coming home tomorrow!”
“I was always coming home today,” he replies. “I wanted to surprise you though, so I told you it was Thursday.”
A bubble of joy rises in me as I chuckle. “You definitely did a great job of surprising me.”
“I really, really missed you,” he says, his eyes softening.
“I missed you too,” I reply, my heart swelling with emotion. I lean in for another hug, burying my face in his chest. I can feel the tears of joy prickling at the corners of my eyes.
My tears flow freely as I try to stifle a weep, but he sees through my weak facade. “Hey, don’t cry,” he whispers gently. I can’t hide my emotions, and he knows it. With his arms tightly wrapped around my waist, he pulls me closer, sitting back on the sofa and I sit in his lap, feeling safe and secure.
“I’m sorry,” I manage to say through my sniffles. “I didn’t realise I would miss you this much.”
To my surprise, he admits, “Honestly, I felt the same way. I spent most of my time moping around the house. Even my mom noticed my sadness and asked if I was missing someone back home.” He smiles, “Don’t tell Hongjoong, but I told her about you.” He adds in a mischievous tone.
I pull away slightly to look at his face. “You did?” I ask in disbelief.
“Not everything about the others, but I told her that I have someone back home who makes me smile every day, makes me incredibly happy, looks after me, and cooks for me.” He wipes the tears from my cheeks with his hand gently. "And who I care for deeply."
Feeling nervous, I ask, “And what did she say?”
“She’s happy that I have someone, especially someone who takes care of me and makes sure I eat properly! I know we’re not supposed to tell anyone about our relationship with you, but my mom was pretty persistent!” He grins at me, his hands resting on my thighs. “She asked to see a photo of you, so I showed her. I hope that’s okay with you."
A wave of relief washes over me, and I laugh. “Of course, I don’t mind! As long as it was a good one!”
“All the photos I have of you are good ones!” He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “It was from when we went out at 1 a.m. for snacks and ended up walking down to the river.”
As he takes out his phone and scrolls through it, I remember that night. We had so much fun, and he took a lot of pictures. When he shows me the photo, I can’t help but smile.
The photo on his phone glimmered in the low light of the room, casting warm hues across our faces. I actually really love that photo of us so I am glad he showed his mom that one as he has many unflattering photos of me already in his camera roll! His smile is soft, but genuine as he places the side of his head against mine, both of us staring at the image on his screen.
“She says you are absolutely beautiful!” he whispers, his lips tickling my ear. A warmth spreads across my cheeks, and I hide my face in the crook of his neck for a moment before looking up again.
“You can’t even see my face properly!” I giggle, my fingers playing with the back of his hair.
“I showed her some other photos too. She likes you though,” he says planting a kiss on my cheek “She says you have warm eyes, that you look kind and caring.” He pulls back to meet my gaze, worry sharpening it. “Please don’t tell Hongjoong though. He will be angry at me.”
“I won’t tell him,” I promise softly.
He stares into my eyes as his hand touches my cheek and moves down to my chin. He gently pulls my face closer to his and kisses me. I feel more tears begin to gather in my closed eyes. I pull my body closer to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulder to hold onto him tighter.
“It is all okay,” he whispers as we cling to each other, foreheads pressed together. “4 days apart was too many. I don’t want us apart for that length of time ever again.” His voice trembles with emotion, and I know he means it. We just hold one another, lost in the embrace of each other’s arms.
As much as I wish that we would never have to be apart, I knew that it was inevitable. We would have to be separated when they go home during their rare breaks from schedules, but I was grateful that we had moments like these to cherish. However, the thought of not seeing them anymore when it all ends was too much to bear, and tears threatened to spill over again.“Come to my bedroom, I have a present or two for you,” he whispers
“Yunho, you did not need to buy me anything!” I gasp, playfully hitting his shoulder
“I know but I wanted to!” he chuckles shifting my body with complete ease, hooking one arm under my knees and his other arm around my lower back and stands up. I can't help but giggle as he carries me down the hallway, up the stairs and into his bedroom.
On his bed, I notice a large and fluffy Kuromi plush. “I figured you'd love her, considering the sheer amount of Kuromi things you own!" He places my feet back onto the floor and supports me as I regain my balance.
“Is it that obvious?” I laugh as he hands it to me and I cuddle into her.
"Just a little bit." he chuckles
"I love her, thank you!" I exclaim with delight
“I also got you this.” he lifts a small purple velvet bag from his desk and passes it to me. I place the Kuromi plush his bed and open the pouch to find an amethyst crystal inside. I hold it up to look at it as it is beautifully radiating in the light streaming through Yunho’s window. “The lady in the shop told me this was the best crystal for stress and anxiety. I don’t know if you believe in the healing properties of crystals. You don’t need to keep it if you don’t believe in it; I won’t be upset.”
"Yunho, I absolutely love it!" I look up at him and embrace him tightly. "Yes, I'm a believer of crystals. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!"
“It seems like something's been weighing on you," He murmurs as he holds me. "If you ever need somebody to talk to or just to be there in silence, I'm here for you.”
“Thank you, Yunho,” I whisper, feeling the warmth of his breath on my neck.
He pulls away slightly and looks into my eyes. “I mean it,” he says, his voice filled with sincerity. “You don’t have to endure anything alone.”
It is one of the most difficult things I have had to do, conceal my bipolar disorder from him and everyone else. Despite the effort I put into covering up all the evidence, Yunho has still noticed my inner battles. The resentment in myself that comes with having to take my medication in secret and wear long-sleeved shirts or lots of bracelets at all times to hide the scars.
Asking Hongjoong to keep my secret from them, it weighed heavily on me, and every day was starting to become an endless battle against my anxiety. Scared one of them would find out and know I had lied but also scared to tell them as well.
All at once, the defences that I’ve set up around me start to shatter. Tears begin to well in my eyes as I gaze at him, exposed and defenceless.
“Yunho…” I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady. “I just don't know how to tell you...”
“Shh..” he interrupts me quietly. “You don't have to explain anything right now. Whenever you're ready, I'll be here to hear you out.”
I nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. His lips capture mine once more and I feel myself begin to melt into him. His hands move around my back, pulling me close, as his other hand finds its way down my neckline tracing circles across my skin. I feel a familiar warmth radiating from his body, igniting all of my senses.
The kisses become more passionate, and our bodies begin to move together in sync, his hands explore further south toward my hips. The kiss intensifies as Yunho spins us around so that my back is against the wall and he is towering over me. He looks down at me with an intensity that I've never seen before; one that can only be described as pure longing and desire.
Yunho begins to move his lips down the side of my neck leaving tantalising trails everywhere he goes; finally finding their way to my collar bone where they pause for a moment before continuing their journey further south and making stops along the way while his large hands tenderly explore inside my cardigan.
His kisses stop at the neckline of my dress, he pulls his head back and stares down at me, chest heaving. His eyes dark with passion, but something is holding him back.
He speaks in a low, anxious tone. "Do you want to keep going? It's fine if you don't."
I look up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yunho.." I speak his name softly. "I want this."
No more words are needed; we know what will happen next. Without waiting any longer, we jump into something completely new and unknown together.
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Hey! I had a fic request for you!! I love all of your good omens fics, they’re all so well done!
my request is based around Crowley’s lightning scene. I don’t know if you’ve done something like that already, but I was wondering if you could maybe do some sort of angst/fluff with him and Aziraphale after a lightning incident occurs during an argument.
Maybe they discuss how/why it occurs, that’s definitely something I’m curious about.
Feel free to take my idea and run wild, I love all of your stuff and I know you’ll do great! 🫶
I genuinely don’t think I’ve loved a request more or started drafting one as fast as this one! Thank you so much for your kind words my dear reader, and for this wonderful and lovely request! I will make sure to tag you when I post it because I will absolutely be writing (me saying this as if I haven’t already started…) ❤️🫶🏻 I hope you enjoy it whenever it’s complete! I’m not particularly working on anything else pressing right now so it should be soon 🥰
And as a little treat, a small piece of dialogue that I wrote in the notes app on my phone like five minutes ago~
“Does it . . . hurt?” He ventured tentatively, almost fearing the answer when he felt Crowley’s hand tense.
“It . . . didn’t used to,” he confessed, and Aziraphale’s heart twisted with sympathy at the faintest hint of grief in the demon’s voice. “Kinda does now.”
<3
#thank you!#ask box#writing requests#requests open#good omens#good omens fic#fanfic writer#fic writer#ao3#good omens fanfic
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Ooh the real writer asks! 💫💞🎙️💌 and a high five for making it to friday as well :)
Thank you so much for the asks, brigit!!! Questions are from this ask meme. We made it. <3<3<3
💫 What is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?
I love all kinds of comments, from keyboard smashes to protracted screams to strings of emojis, but I have a special place in my heart for comments that point to particular moments in the fic and describe the things they found striking or moving or thought-provoking about them. I often spend a very long time fiddling with fics on the sentence level and crafting particular images, and it means a lot to hear when that has caught someone's eye.
💞 What's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
I think the most important part of a story for me is the discovery: a fic works when writing it allows me to learn something new (about the characters, about the craft of writing, about the nature of a particular experience, etc.). Sometimes that happens while writing an exchange of dialogue that reveals something about a character's motivation or interiority. Sometimes it happens when I experiment with a simile that makes a connection visible that I hadn't noticed before. But generally I write until I find it (that thing I didn't know I was looking for), and then that helps me figure out how to arrange the other pieces.
🎙️ Which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?
I have never had a podfic, and I would be delighted to have one for any of my fics, but I think the Sambucky fic Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice (a.k.a. the Belligerent Coffeeshop AU) would be a particularly fun one. I tried some different things with focalization in that story, so there are more variations in voice (and jokes!) than some of my other work.
💌 Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
Oh god. So I have been working on the Codywan Pirate AU for such a long, long time at this point, but I'm getting into some of the climactic moments now, and I'm excited (and nervous) for a surprise spicy scene that I didn't know was going to happen when I started writing.
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who’s your fav composer
Hey!!! :)) that’s such a good question!!! and very tricky. I have a lot of composers that are close to my heart—probably the most notable ones are Brahms, Tchaikovsky, Prokofiev, and Shostakovich. (Tchaik, Porky, Shosty.) Brahms and Tchaik for me are personal composers because of my Queer Brahms Thesis and Tchaik being one of the first “figures” anyone ever talked to me about being gay…I remember when my mom told me that Tchaikovsky loved men, I was playing his violin concerto and it stuck with me hard. Both of them have some of the most beautiful melodies I’ve ever heard, shout-out to the one moment in Tchaik concerto first movement where the violin plays the first theme soft and delicate and arpeggiated like a dance. Holy shit. And the second theme of Brahms concerto first movement hurts my heart, it’s unspeakably beautiful. My Queer Brahms Thesis actually started before I had any real evidence for it, simply based off of his melodies—I was certain as a queer kid that nobody but a queer person could write melodies like that. Also (getting even more into the weeds) there’s such a fascinating focus on the subdominant in Brahms’ music (feminine, unexpected, beautiful), over the more classic dominant of Beethoven and such. I have other evidence for the Queer Brahms Thesis now that I know more about his life but it all started with my love of his music
Shosty and Porky are composers that I grew into loving. The Shostakovich violin concerto no1 has long been essentially my favorite piece of music of all time, particularly the third movement and the cadenza, the third movement is this dark sad hopeful song over the terrifying overwhelming repetitive bass, and the cadenza is a masterpiece of growing so gradually from this slow barely-there thing to something that is huge and angry and screaming. I played the Prokofiev second violin sonata growing up and fell deeply in love with it, it’s another one of my favorite pieces, and I was working on his second violin concerto at a really difficult time in my life, and it was one of the most important and cathartic parts of my relationship with music and with myself at the time. I love the way that Shosty and Porky’s music deals with anger and ugliness, the way that it doesn’t shy away from horror, it doesn’t prioritize aesthetic over all. And their music understands that beauty can also be horrifying and ugly, and angry, and that makes it more beautiful.
Gonna stop there cause I could rant about this stuff for a long long long time. Thank you so much for the ask fellow musician <3 :)))))
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my constant thought since the specials is whether there exists anywhere in fiction any concepts like the heart of the tardis/metacrisis/doctordonna stuff but like. 'good'. i wish dw wasn't bad but otoh....if it was good would it be good........
there are several pieces of media including doctor who related stuff (t*rchwood) that i enjoy solely for their potential despite the fact that they are bad or mid but the main show (with a few exceptions) is not one of them. I genuinely think doctor who is good both as a central part of TV history and like. structurally as a story. SHE DOES STRUGGLE SOMETIMES I CANNOT LIE. THERE HAVE BEEN SOME BUMPS. To me that is part of her quirkiness tho like doctor who's ability to be both the most evocative tragedy you've ever seen in your life and simultaneously ridiculous sci fi nonsense is central to its appeal. you'll have to kill me before i get mad at the masters lightning hands or the levitating black triangle. she's like my horse in a horse girl movie. you just dont understand her like i do <3
BUT ANYWAY yeah metacrisis/doctordonna/heart of the tardis/eldritch time lord nonsense have not been explored to their full potential i agree! That's one of my personal favorite corners of the DW universe and part of why I engage with it so much. I particularly just enjoy the fucked up implications of essentially merging with the soul of your eldritch god best friend until you don't know where one of you ends and the other begins. Love to see that actually explored by DW someday -_-
If that kind of weirdness interests you though I think you might enjoy some of the DW EU, like the eighth doctor audios or faction paradox! In terms of other media, I consume a crazy amount of sci fi so it really depends what exactly you're looking for! I am legally obligated to plug Blindsight which is my favorite book of all time and similarly investigates identity and the nature of consciousness through the lens of aliens; this book actually changed how I look at my life and I recommend it to everyone. The Enderverse also explores similar identity blurring/psychic weird aliens/etc in its later books. Parasyte the Maxim is a slightly different beast thematically but I still recommend it anyway because 1) its VERY good and 2) also features bodysharing w aliens/what it means to be human. but again it really depends what part of that stuff appeals to you and i loveee giving recs
this got long but i like talking abt doctor who sorry. i also want to see more time lord weirdness
#warlock wartalks#ALSO i dont want to say too much bc its still very much in the works but the comic im working on is very much inspired by like.#concepts i wanted to see more of in DW including weird time and identity shit
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I want more Vaughn lore!!!!
YEAHHH ok bullet points.. i drew her for day 2 of oc tober i’ll post that later but u can have doodles too..
baldurian <3 she’s lived here all her life but has travelled outside of bg with her parents, who are guild artisans by trade (particularly tapestry making & seamstressing)
in-game she’s a devo paladin w guild artisan bg cuz of her ideals being so strongly influenced by her upbringing. she had a happy childhood for a long time!! she can’t stand to see people in pain!! she’d sacrifice herself to protect smiles!! also she finds beauty and positive energy in everything… like she’s an optimist at heart.. ok nitty gritty stuff under a read more here’s baby vaughns
uhmm basically when she was 16 she and her parents in their trade group were attacked by zhentarim on a trade route and were held as captives cause her parents’ skills were seen as valuable… vaughn has blocked out a lot of the weeks she and her parents were their captives but remembered in particular being starved and tortured. she was a defiant little snot and earned a few injuries… until a group of paladins liberated the captives. her mother died of her injuries and her father hasn’t worked a day since being saved. vaughn doesn’t know if her brain just naturally blocked out all of the trauma or if a paladin took pity on her and blocked it for her. she’s content with never knowing.
vaughn took up a lot of work after that, mostly to take care of her father and pretended to be him and take over his commissioned pieces and whatnot since she had the skill to… people didn’t really notice the difference in her work but then once she turned 18 she joined the army to train as a soldier and take on a paladin oath. everything she does is for her family, to keep her father safe and make sure he isn’t worried about her. she’s hired a caretaker for him and sends him money when she is away from home for months at a time. this goes on for years before she gets sniped by the ilithids LOL
rn her main goal is to see her father and make sure he’s safe. he’s just so broken so she’s very worried abt him… i’d write abt her romance w gale but she rly isn’t confident and doesn’t think she deserves him but also is mad at him. for the bomb drama. but she also loves him dearly. jock wife to nerd husband or whatever
RIGHT i give her so much light and radiance motifs cuz like. smth abt being sunshine. she’s so sunlight coded… despite everything she has to believe in the dawn, in a tomorrow. she can’t dwell too long in shadow!!
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Todays rip: 02/11/2023
Akumajō Lololo
Season 2
Featured on: The SilvaGunner Spooktacular Halloween Horror Special: Volume 8-Bit Beast
Ripped by JJokerDude
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Requested by Memmy!
I'll phase out of the Spooktacular stuff now, given we're now officially wholly past the season...but I'll sneak in just oneeee more honorable mention, just because of how much it surprised me. This is one of those rips that's deceptively cool, and likely one that's slipped a lot of you by!
Akumajō Lololo is deceptively simple, but effective althesame - its a melody swap of Castle Lololo from Kirby's Dream Land, into the tune of Vampire Killer - the first level theme of the original NES Castlevania game. At least, that's what it first seems like! In truth, it's an arrangement that goes through six different tracks from Castlevania - the themes of each of the game's six stages, in order of appearance. Thus, Akumajō Lololo goes from being a simple melody swap, to being a full-on melodic walkthrough of the entire first Castlevania game, all still in the immediately recognizable sound of HAL Laboratory's Game Boy soundtrack.
There's humor in the concept already, on layers more than on surface level - Kirby's light hearted tone and appearance juxtaposed against the grim horror of Castlevania music, and to have the entirety of Castlevania 1 effectively play out inside "Castle Lololo" creates quite a fun image on its own. But the commitment to the bit is really what elevates it to new heights - though a wee bit rough around the edges (yeah, 2016 SiIva, whats new), all the pieces sound really damn good, PARTICULARLY Wicked Child at 00:48 and Heart of Fire at 01:32. In truth, its a testament to just how good the original Castlevania's soundtrack is that the atmosphere of the whole game is able to be condensed into just a 3-minute tribute piece like this.
And while, yes, I'm still not the biggest 8-Bit Beast enjoyer, its presence at the rip's end does tie it all full circle to the halloween event. Like with Sidelined Symphony, I remain immensely impressed with how creative people on the channel get with tying just about any rip to Halloween in some form - and Akumajō Lololo above all else is a fucking baller way to celebrate one of gaming's oldest gothic-horror legends.
#todays siivagunner#season 2#siivagunner#siiva#spooktacular week#JJokerDude#castlevania#kirby#kirby's dream land#game boy#gameboy#8bit#8 bit music#chiptune#konami#castlevania nocturne#simon belmont#akumajou dracula
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I have been lurking in the shadows and reading your stuff for a while but I'm the sickest I've been in four years and your writing is the only thing giving me the will to live so. Do you have a favorite thing that you've written? Something that you're particularly proud of or something that you enjoyed writing a lot? Something that you still think about every now and then?
well hello then lurker, im so sorry you're sick and really hope you start feeling better <3
Honestly I have a few writings that have meant a lot to me. Not to overshare on the internet but writing has saved me. I started writing when I was quite young and struggling with a lot and it means more to me then anything else.
So favorite piece. About two or so years ago I started writing an original piece. It was called The Dark Kingdom not very original I know but every day at school I would write close to 2,000 words for it. Currently it's unfinished because a lot happened and I struggled to get past a scene that would led to the second half of the book but I think about it a lot. I pull it up sometimes and re-read my favorite parts. Not all of it because currently it sits at 42 thousand words. It was about a boy who was raised to be a warrior. His parents are revolutionaries. Since the moment he could speak, they were training him to be able to kill. At 22, he enters the castle in a competition to fight for the honor to be one of the Prince's personal guard. There he meets a whole collection of men like him who have much more half-hearted plans on how to kill the monarchs. But they're good people. He grows to care for them and they become like brothers to him. And he's sure it'll be easy but once he starts getting to know the Prince he realizes that he might be a victim of circumstance as well.
It's fighting! It's queer people! It's brotherhood and the importance of family! It's royalty! It's magic! It's my pride and joy that will possibly never see the light of day but it means a lot that i just got to talk about it a bit :) thank you anon
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jess i would KILL--i would commit actual felonies and crimes--to know what trevor is thinking in your new fic. i would bite through an electric cord and maybe a few arm bones too. i can't stop thinking about it. thank you for breaking my heart but also you're killing me <3<3<3 what a TREAT to read this sunday afternoon!
oooh ty for this opportunity to ramble under the cut (and now taking the opportunity to promo: read my lil one-shot! it won't hurt your feelings! one of us lies and one of us tells the truth!)
the thing about trevor that i love to explore is how he's kind of casually selfish. i mean this in a neutral way - but i think he is, and it's one of my favorite things to think about in the context of him and jamie, because trevor has a Big Personality tm, and jamie is notably more self-effacing/go with the flow (though not entirely! i think he can be stubborn too. he's just less likely to insist on his own way about everything the way trevor might)
and in this fic i particularly wanted to explore the idea of like: trevor isn't as stupid as he seems. maybe he knows jamie has (had?) feelings for him and never said anything, but it’s like, a piece of information that he has. and he loves jamie as a friend. maybe could as something more, but that would require a lot more self-discovery than he's done at this point. but also he knows jamie will go along with almost anything trevor wants, and like, trevor is just selfish enough to take advantage of that when he's messed up about his relationship to his career and where he is and where he'll be. and to another point - jamie is one of his closest friends. they have Something. soon, that Something is going away, and trevor is not handling that thought with grace.
so there's a lot of stuff going on in there: trevor wanting to be distracted, and sex is as good as anything else. trevor knowing that jamie can be persuaded to provide said distraction (again - selfish). trevor knowing that their relationship is something big, something that could tip into more, and also knowing that he’s going to lose aspects of it soon - as soon as he’s gone, they won't be as close as they are now. trevor being a little bit - well, everything is already going to change. maybe i might as well ask for this. maybe i might as well go for it. the worst is already going to happen.
and then! surprise! sex makes it worse :) maybe in eight to ten business years they can wind up on the same team and do the long slow slog of rebuilding some kind of connection and eventually falling in love again.
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Top 10 "13 Reasons Why" Characters
I am focusing mainly on the main cast and characters that I feel made a big enough impact on the show as a whole. Where I rank them isn’t solely based on how much I like them. Some instances will also be based on how well I feel the actor portrays them. However controversial that might be at times.
1. Tony Padilla
Tony just oozes cool, to me. I loved him from the moment I saw him. His car, awesome. His leather jacket, also awesome. His hair and style, great. His humor and overall characterization were great to me as well. I think we can all agree, we need a friend like Tony in our lives! I was always rooting for my boy!
2. Justin Foley
This one is a weird one. I spent most of season one thinking Justin was such a jerk. His friends were jerks, his actions that led to his tape also made him a jerk. But, by the time the series ended, I absolutely loved the guy! My heart hurt for him, man. He was done so wrong!
3. Clay Jensen
Clay was an interesting character. I can’t quite place it but, I have love/hate feelings towards him. Especially as the series progresses. Yes, dude went through some seriously terrible stuff in his young life. But he turned into a bit of a douche. I was glad to see him seemingly riding off into a happier life, though. Sadly, his demons will always be with him.
4. Hannah Baker
Hannah’s story was just sad altogether. But we all know that already. In terms of character, I liked her. I could relate in some ways. Being a former victim of immense bullying, I totally understood her thought process. Though I didn’t have exactly what happened to her, happen to me, I was certainly a victim of harsh rumors like she was. It takes a huge toll on a young girl’s mind. The tape thing was a little much, though...
Sadly, we didn't get enough time with her for me to truly grow with her, so I put her lower on this list than I wanted to.
5. Bryce Walker
Say what you will about Bryce the character, but the actor did such an amazing job at portraying such a despicable, yet somewhat understandable character. Especially as the series progresses. At times I found myself questioning if I should hate him, or feel bad for him. He was definitely NOT a good guy in any sense of the word. But I give Justin Prentice all the credit on this one! I like a good 'heel".
6. Alex Standall
Alex is awkward and quiet. And he definitely struggled a lot in the show. 13 Reasons Why never shied away from dark themes and Alex was just one of many that got hurt a lot. My really felt for him. Especially early on.
7. Jessica Davis
I have never really been able to decide what exactly it is that I feel about Jessica. I liked her, but also found her to be a bit too uptight and bratty at times. In season one especially. But, that's the point. She was the spoiled daddy’s girl type. I began to sympathize with her more as the show progressed, though.
8. Zach Dempsey
I didn’t think much one way or another about Zach. For much of the show he was the jock stereotype. I liked seeing his more sensitive sides, though. And I especially love the slight bromance he and Clay would later have.
9. Tyler Down
We’ve all known someone like Tyler. Someone really on the outside of every group in high school. Someone you’d see off on their own, and usually the target of many of the jock’s attacks. Seeing how this would impact Tyler throughout the show just broke my heart into a million pieces. I particularly loved how the actor portrayed him in the later seasons. He got really real, and really raw. His talent showed in his performance.
10. Ani Achola
I just don’t have a clue what I think of Ani. I didn’t feel she was needed really. I mean, I guess they needed someone to come in and humanize Bryce a bit and give Clay a new love interest. But her and Clay just didn[‘t do it for me. They had some cute moments together. And I have nothing against the character per se. I just couldn’t connect with her as much.
#Top 10#13 Reasons Why#Hannah Baker#Clay Jensen#Justin Foley#Tony Padilla#Zach Dempsey#Jessica Davis#Ani Achola#Alex Standall#Bryce Walker#Tyler Down
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For a less intensive ask than my last barrage lol - do you create playlists for your characters? Are there any songs that you particularly associate with any of them?
ohhboi this finally got me to sort my playlists out 😂 thank u <3 i have one for ael and ves, u can poke around my profile for others too (i have a sie/renn one, but it's hella outdated)
It's all on Spotify: Aelirra, Vestra
Recommend looking up lyric translations for non-English songs! (if u wanna lmao) Now it is time for me to not shut the fuck up!!
I arranged the playlists to reflect their personal story beats first, then their romance beats.
Ael only has 4 personal songs :(( (i'm sorry bb u can go beat up ves in revenge) The best song that describes her is this:
Soft to be Strong - Marina
Somebody hurt me long ago
And though to heal a heart is slow
It's just a consequence of pain
There is no use in laying blame
And I guess I've known it all along
The truth is you have to be soft to be strong
Finally, I feel the fear is gone
I found out love has to be soft to be strong
I choose to love you without fear
No shame in being sincere
For her romance tracks, I'm going for a yearning, bygone days vibe to start, then searching (within herself and Kira) for a name to what they share, ends with 'I love you. Nothing will break us apart again.'
go to hell. - luhx
I give more than I take pour love into all I do
But there’s one thing I won’t quit
If loving her’s a sin
I’d go to hell for it
Gladly go to hell for it
I don’t need to be forgiven for being me
I’ve been scared of who I’ll lose but in the end it all comes down to me
End of the Earth - Marina
We're all living in the same universe
Where the stars collide as the planets turn
But I'll give my love, I don't care if it hurts
'Cause I'll love you 'till the end
If we're torn apart then I won't let go
'Cause wherever we are, it feels like home
And I'll love you 'till the end
I'll love you 'till the end (of the earth)
And now...the Sith clown (derogatory)
Her personal songs end with 'Nox'. Romance stuff starts with 'Confident'. Each section reflects Ves as a character - strong, upbeat layers to peel through before getting to her softer core. If you hear a ballad, you're hearing a bit of her soul.
Personal stuff first! Starts off power-drunk (nigh narcissistic), then shows the steel beneath seductive velvet, finishes with soul-heavy sorrow.
Monster - PVRIS
How could you let them do this to you?
How could you let them turn you into a monster?
Your bridge started to burn when you ran all across it
I guess you never learn 'til you live and you lost it
Live and you lost it
Breathe No More - Evanescence
I've been looking in the mirror for so long
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side
All the little pieces falling, shatter
Shards of me
Too sharp to put back together
Too small to matter
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces
If I try to touch her
Her romance with Lana revolves around sex a lot in the beginning, then she realises she wants more, then she realises she's in love, and love involves the mortifying ordeal of being known??? Fuck!!!!
The romance tracks go: I want to fuck you - I want you - I...think I love you? - I love you with my soul.
Roses - Adam Lambert
You're like a knife 'cause your looks could kill
Hold my breath every time we kiss
Are you feeling it?
Like I, like I feel it
When I touch you baby
My name will you say it
Between the sheets we ain't pillow talking
Is it love or are we just fucking
Tell me babe, you can't keep me waiting
Black Pearl - Sunmi
Now I can withstand most anything
Even if it hurts, I can take it (I can take it)
I held it in to protect myself
But in your eyes
I must have seemed so nice and shining
I’m dirty and in pain, I’m wrapping around myself
So this ugly, black light, won’t come seeping out
I may seem like a brand new, white gem
But you don’t even know what’s inside
Why do you try to look inside me?
Why do you poke at me forcefully?
You think you can open my heart like that?
When it’s closed so tight?
You think I’m going to break apart?
Don't Judge Me - Janelle Monáe
Even though you tell me you love me
I'm afraid that you just love my disguise
Taste my fears and light your candle to my raging fire
Of broken desire
But don't judge me
I know I got issues
But they drown when I kiss you
Don't judge me
Baptize me with ocean
Recognize my devotion
Dancing in the Dark - SVRCINA
Completely intoxicated by your love
I tremble at your touch, you're all I want
So completely intoxicated by your love
Like sweet perfume, I know it's you with my eyes closed
And nothing will change that
Wherever you are, I wanna be right there
Holding me close to your heart
Here in your arms, oh how could I be scared?
Safe with you dancing in the dark
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