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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 4 years

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Deja vu

summary: Can you do one where the reader is bills daughter and pennywise shows up as her and scares bill and when bill comes back home her hugs his daughter really tight

The trail of blood leads up the stairs, two doors down to the left. Bill’s enthralled with following it, feels something beside himself leading him to the end point, because logically he knows this is Neibolt. Getting separated from your friends does nothing good, is proven to be deadly in Derry, but he’s enchanted by his gut feeling inching him closer and closer to the end of the track. He can’t say he walked up here with in a clear state of mind, can’t pinpoint the exact moment he decided to do this, but he’s come so far, he might as well see it through.

Like the logical part of his brain warned him for, the outcome of heeding his gut is a macabre discovery.

Bill catches wind of the foul smell, worse than the sandwich he once accidently left in his trailer and only got around to tossing out two weeks later, and it’s present so strongly Bill covers his nostrils with the sleeve of his button-up.

He hears shadowy screams slithering up from downstairs, Ben if he’s not mistaken, and the urge to run back to his friends becomes overwhelming, breaking the spell put upon him and a hair away from coming to their aide, but then he sees a yellow rainslicker on the floor, and a hand poking through it.

His first inkling is that Pennywise is imitating Georgie once again, a safe sure idea to agonizingly torture Bill, the guilt of not saying yes to Georgie’s request of going out with him cement blocks tied to his back and following him around, an annoying fly he can’t shake off. But as Bill steps in the room it’s not him, the feminine outlook of the corpse reveal as much. It’s not entirely clear who exactly it is at first, the body so decomposed and every open wound filled with maggots munching away at the flesh that had once been a living human being, deteriorating the body further.

‘Dad’, a gust of wind blows around, the words so nontangible but picked up by Bill none the less, and his eyes widen once he connects the dots closely examines the body. It’s his daughter. It’s Y/N, it’s his little girl.

The scream tearing up his vocal cords rattle his body, clattering to the floor in heap of panic and disbelieve next to Y/N’s corpse, his hand hovering over her cadaver without a single point of contact. ‘No’, He screeches, brushing a piece of hair out of her face, shrinking back when Y/N’s face misses parts of the tissues a face is normally made up off, her eye socket ripped away by enormous teeth sunk in by the soft muscles to tear it out. The outside world blurs to a white noise static, and Bill’s terrified and inconsolable, video feed of her playing around every day from her birth to her youth being erased by the gruesome sight in front of him. Bill will never be able to remember his daughter any other than the way she is right now. The yellow slicker might as well be used as a body bag, for Georgie and now you.

‘No, please. Take me, not her’, Bill begs, hiccuping weeps and repositioning her so she’s hidden away, her face slack in death in the crook of his neck, her open chest, missing her heart and parts of her lunges, squashed against his chest to stop the flow of blood. His longs feel stolen themselves, there’s nothing left to give.

Georgie getting murdered carved away parts of his heart he tried very heart over the years to replace, to keep giving and giving and giving to construct the ideal shape again, and it took a long time and a lot of energy to do so but with your birth, it all slotted itself in place. Bill had someone else to care and protect, but this? Your death was too much. Bill had nothing left to invest in a future.

The larva crawl from Y/N’s body to his, producing a slime that leaves sticky residue underneath Bill’s fingers, but he’s cleaving to her too tight to knock them off.

‘Ow Billy boy’, Pennywise singsongs over his shoulder, a menacing grin dialed up, it’s gloved hand curling around the young girls leg in threat.

‘S-s-stop’, Bill begs, broken down to his absolute core. He shifts to force Pennywise to let go, but the monster easily follows him, is an extra weight against Bill that he has to schlep along.

‘Do you want to know what she tasted like? She tasted like Georgie did. Innocent and pure, oh but not anymore. She begged for you Billy, for her daddy to save her.’

Bill shake his head solemnly, protecting her body with his own. He dotes her forehead and temple with kisses, his lips loitering around to brush against her blood stricken skin. ‘I’m sorry,’ he cries. ‘I’m s-s-so sorry.’

‘You never told her the truth did you? Never told her that you let Georgie die, and you let her die. She understood in the end. That her father was a coward.’

Pennywise tightens his grip and hauls your body over to him. Bill, who was unprepared for this, falters in his grip and allows him to do it, but scrambles after you as soon as his can no longer hold you in his arms.

‘Stop please.’

It winks, opening it’s wide array of teeth and sinks them down your legs, the protesting, piercing scream a background noise. The skin breaks effortlessly, a patch of skin Pennywise devours before the very eyes of the girls farther, massaging it’s stomach like one does after a full coursed meal.

‘Tasty’, Pennywise taunts, licking the edges of his mouth to consume the leftover bits of ichor. A battle wail erupts from Bill, fingers digging in his palm so hard incisions form, and he leaps at IT, mind fully in on the idea of strangling the brute the way he did his daughter and brother.

But, with a parting gleam, Pennywise vanishes from the scene, ducking back into it’s layer. Bill falls face first on the floor, the thunk of him hitting the floor splits open his lips, and then glances back to where your carcass posed seconds ago. It’s no longer there, and neither is the yellow slicker or the maggots that survived of your flesh.

He heaves, crying not faltering for a moment, but things in his head do begin to clear up. As far as Bill knows, Pennywise has no power or authority over any place outside of Derry, and you were not in Derry. He had talked to you the day before as you where getting ready for a sleepover, unaware of the danger you father was preparing to face. The whole thing was a trick orchestrated by Pennywise, Bill can see why, but how a thing can be so vile and evil remains shocking to him.

The doubt etched in his brain leaves him restless, are you sure she’s safe? plaguing him as he tries to stop crying on the floor. The rest of the losers find him there, frozen in place until the shake him aware and remind him of the task that needs to be completed.

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Bill balls the entire way home, ignoring the stares and pointed fingers he’s the receiving end of, people recognizing him as the writer who can’t stick an ending for the life of him, because he learned from a young age that crying is crying and should be done right. His mother never bothered keeping up appearances. Not to the outside world or to the family, and Bill’s suppressed crying still made her whimper no matter how subdued Bill tried to be for her, and got him punished more then once.

At home, Audra is waiting for him, her face a variety of anger, concern, and relief that his back home in one piece. Even without the full story, Audra knew something bad was taking place. He kisses her, a quick peck to the mouth, dismissing the way her red lipstick reminds him of Pennywise eating his daughter as lunch and demands to know where Y/N is.

Audra looks taken aback as to why Bill doesn’t make any moves to talk other first, but then sees how red Bill looks, and tells him Y/N is upstairs in his study.

Bill runs up the stairs like a maniac, tripping over the top two top trudges but stabilizing himself before he stumbles, again. His office is a large, spacious room he resides in at times he’s writing, though he walks around while writing frequently too, and it’s a forbidden space for both Audra and Y/N.

That why your face falls when Bill opens the door and catches you in the act of putting back a notepad you stole from in there. You look positively stricken and spooked, scared of what your dad might say about you snuffling in his man cave when you’re not allowed in, and Bill promptly starts crying again.

You being scared of him, for any reason it might, is terrible and not something Bill ever wants to happen again.

‘Dad?’ You ask confused, standing up and walking his way. ‘Are you okay?’

He swoops in without any indication, pulling you in his arms and enclosing all around you. ‘I l-l-love you so much, you know that right?’

You nod resolutely, and Bill can’t help but think that you don’t know half of the amount he has saved for you. The longitude is impassable, the amount of weight the love carries immovable. He’s so grateful to have you in his arms, to have you be safe and secure, and with parents who love and support you. He smacks a kiss on the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo on the contrary of the stench of a rotting body and allows himself to cry and cry and cry. At some point, you join in, sad that your father is sad and mulling over what might make him feel happier.

‘You’ll tell me anything that’s b-b-bothering you right?’ He asks after five minutes of utter silence, roughing your hair out of place with a watery laugh.

‘Like what?’

‘Everything, anything. Bullies, problems at school, if I’m doing something wrong.’ Bill retreats backwards but keep you close enough that you’re still in each other’s arms. ‘You know you can t-t-tell me if it’s something I’m doing right? I don’t ever want you to think you h-h-have to hide from me.’

‘I don’t, and you’re not doing anything wrong dad. I love you.’

‘I love you too, and I’ll let nothing ever, ever hurt you.’

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough imagines #bill denbrough as a dad #bill x reader #bill denbrough x daughter reader #my writing #the loser club imagines #adult losers #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough as a father

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multiverseforger · 3 years

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The young Devil Dinosaur was nearly burned to death by a tribe of Killer-Folk, hostile beings native to his planet, but was rescued by Moon-Boy, a young member of a rival tribe, the Small-Folk. Exposure to the Killer-Folk's fire activated a mutation in the dinosaur which gave him powers greater than others of his species and turned his skin from olive green to flame red.[10] Devil's early adventures on his home world include encounters with extraterrestrials and a brief teleportation to modern day Earth.[11]

Later, Godzilla rampages through the Marvel Universe (Earth-616). In an attempt to stop the monster, S.H.I.E.L.D. shrinks Godzilla with Pym Particles and attempts to teleport him via a time machine to the prehistoric past. However, Godzilla's radiation apparently distorts the time machine so that he is transported to the alternative universe of Dinosaur World instead. While there, he briefly unites with Moon-Boy and Devil against a common foe before being pulled back to the main Marvel continuity.[12]

Member of the Fallen AngelsEdit

After Ariel, an extraterrestrial mutant with teleportation powers, teleports the Fallen Angels to Dinosaur World, the group convinces Devil and Moon-Boy to join their team and return with them to Earth-616. During his time with the Fallen Angels, Devil Dinosaur accidentally kills "Don", the super-intelligent mutant lobster on the team by stepping on him. Devil and Moon-Boy return to their own universe when the Fallen Angels eventually disband.[13]

Dinosaur World againEdit

After their stint with the Fallen Angels, the duo's life back on Dinosaur World is interrupted numerous times by events occurring in the main Marvel continuity:

During a conflict between Slapstick and his time manipulating foe, Doctor Yesterday, Devil and Moon-Boy are briefly teleported to Earth-616.[14]

In the midst of a tussle between the Technet and Lockheed inside Excalibur's lighthouse, Devil is once again briefly transported to Earth-616.[15]

Young Celestials transport the Hulk back in time to combat Devil.[16]

A renegade Skrull flees to Devil's planet and uses his shape shifting abilities to impersonate the late leader of the Killer-Folk, Seven Scars.[17]

Due to the manipulations of the interdimensional traveler Access, Devil Dinosaur's world briefly merges with the DC Comics Universe where he encounters Anthro, a Cro-Magnon man.[18]

In the midst of a battle with a Kraken, Hulkpool and his unwitting companions accidentally time travel to Dinosaur World where Devil Dinosaur, Moon-Boy and the Small-Folk help destroy the kraken. During Hulkpool's effort to return to his own time, Devil and Moon-Boy are briefly teleported to the American Old West in the year 1873. While there, Devil attempts to eat a cowboy's horse.[19]

Stranded on Earth 616 in modern timesEdit

New York CityEdit

Some time later, the sorceress Jennifer Kale, in an attempt to return Howard the Duck to his homeworld, inadvertently teleports Devil Dinosaur and Moon-Boy into her New York apartment. The disoriented dinosaur rampages through the city before being subdued by Ghost Rider.[20] Stranded in modern-day Earth-616 after their teleportation there by Kale, the pair is hypnotized into joining the Circus of Crime. After being rescued by Spider-Man, Devil and Moon-Boy are relocated to the Savage Land.[21]

The Savage LandEdit

The Heroes for Hire mercenaries go on a mission to retrieve Moon-Boy from the Savage Land and encounter Devil Dinosaur in the process. Devil is found fiercely guarding a nest containing a clutch of eggs that apparently he himself has laid and the dinosaur abandons Moon-Boy to ensure their safety. The discrepancy between this development and his previously presumed male sex is noted by the mercenaries, who can only speculate as to the cause of the change.[22] After returning to the U.S. the Heroes for Hire disband and group member Paladin leaves alone with Moon-Boy to collect the reward from the S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists who hired the mercenaries.[23]

Devil and Moon-Boy SeparatedEdit

Moon-Boy would remain under the custody of S.H.I.E.L.D. for some time, which drove Devil Dinosaur into a sort of saurian depression. Refusing to eat, or defend himself, he was in danger of dying. However, Stegron, the dinosaur man, became worried about the survival of the Devil-Beast due to it being the last known of its species. Leaving the Savage Land without the permission of Ka-Zar and building an army of reanimated dinosaurs, Stegron marched across the U.S. attacking S.H.I.E.L.D. base after base, until he was eventually stopped by the Fifty State Initiative. However, the group discovered the motive behind Stegron's plan and, though he was arrested all the same, the Initiative recruit Reptil smuggled Moon-Boy back to the Savage Land, where he was reunited with his companion.[24]

Reunited in the Savage LandEdit

Reunited in the Savage Land, the companions' adventures continued:

When the Roxxon Energy Corporation attempts to extract vibranium from the Savage Land, the inhabitants of the Savage Land including Ka-Zar, Devil Dinosaur and Moon-Boy enter into battle to save their home. Roxxon's forces are soon subdued.[25]

Devil Dinosaur meets the Pet Avengers when they are accidentally transported to the Savage Land. Out of shock and anger, Devil attacks the group. Eventually, the group of animalian Avengers are able to return to their own world.[26]

An ancient entity attempts to conquer first the Savage Land, then the world. Moon Boy and Devil Dinosaur fight to defend innocent Savage Land citizens endangered by the entity. They are joined by many other heroes, some lost in time. The entity is killed by Zabu.[27]

The Savage Land Mutate, Brainchild, creates an army of cybernetic dinosaurs and steals Devil Dinosaur's eggs in order to experiment on them. Spider-Man arrives and helps Devil and Moon-Boy defeat the cybernetic dinosaurs and rescue the eggs. At the end of the adventure, one of the eggs hatches revealing a red baby Tyrannosaurus.[28]

Adventures with Moon GirlEdit

In the Savage Land, a group of Killer Folk got their hands on the sacred Nightstone. Moon Boy and Devil Dinosaur fought to reclaim it, but Moon Boy died as the Killer Folk were sucked into a vortex through time with the Nightstone. Moon Boy's dying wish was for Devil Dinosaur to reclaim the Nightstone and to avenge him.[29]

Going through the portal, Devil Dinosaur ended up in New York City. The Nightstone had fallen into the hands of Lunella Lafayette - a genius 9-year-old - who deduced the Nightstone was actually a Kree Omni-Wave Projector. Lunella had identified the Inhuman gene within her own DNA and feared being transformed into a monster due to the changes brought about by Terrigen Mist. Due to several Terrigen clouds that had been drifting around the city following the Inhumans' detonation of a Terrigen bomb, she took drastic action and intended to use the Nightstone to find a way to remove the Inhuman DNA. With Lunella refusing to give up the Nightstone, Devil Dinosaur was forced to bring her on his rampage through the city as he searched for the Killer Folk. Although Devil Dinosaur fought the Killer Folk, they managed to escape with the Nightstone.[30]

Lunella ended up harboring Devil Dinosaur in her laboratory that she had built in the depths of her school, growing more and more frustrated that she was stuck with the "big red dummy" but found him useful when he helped save the lives of her teacher and class during a fire.[31] However, the Hulk (Amadeus Cho) arrived, seeking to apprehend Devil Dinosaur for his earlier rampage and accused him of the fire. Lunella refused, declaring that she needed Devil Dinosaur and, growing frustrated with Amadeus patronizing her and undermining her intelligence, drew out a few homemade weapons to fight him, but only accidentally ended up knocking out Devil Dinosaur.[32]

Lunella, feeling responsible for Devil Dinosaur's arrest and, feeling kinship to the beast stuck in a place he did not belong, broke him out under the moniker of Moon Girl, a nickname the other students used to bully her.[33] After the Killer Folk - who had conquered territory previously owned by the Yancy Street Gang - failed to kidnap Lunella from school to be their blood sacrifice to the Nightstone on a full moon, Lunella decided to end things. She and Devil Dinosaur fought the Killer Folk once more and won, reclaiming the Nightstone. Lunella hoped she could finally use it to ensure she would not transform into an Inhuman, but at that precise moment she was caught in a Terrigen cloud.[34]

Devil Dinosaur took Lunella's cocoon to her lab and watched over it for several days until she hatched. Lunella was at first relieved she had not changed physically, but was dismayed to learn her Inhuman power caused her consciousness and that of Devil Dinosaur's to switch. Devil Dinosaur proceeded to make her even more ostracized at school due to freaking out in class and attacking other students whilst Lunella rampaged through the city. Eventually though they returned to normal.[35]

Devil Dinosaur and Moon Girl's next opponent came in the form of Kid Kree - a misunderstood Kree boy who had failed to enter the academy twice, who sought to capture an Inhuman to impress his father and make a name for himself on Earth as Captain Marvel had - who disguised himself as a new student, Marvin Ellis, in Lunella's class. Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur fought Kid Kree several times,[36] once being separated by Ms. Marvel, who recognized their fight as the childish squabble it was, but still entrusted Moon Girl with a device to contact her if things ever got out of hand.[37]

Lunella is then approached by Hulk, who gives her the Banner B.O.X. (Brain Omnicompetence Examiner), and is surprised when she solves it in mere seconds, proving that Lunella is the smartest person on Earth. After consulting experts, Moon Girl, Hulk and Devil Dinosaur encounter Mole Man, who was attacking the city with a group of monsters. The next day, at her lab, Lunella ends up having a vision of herself in the future, where she is approached by Earth's smartest heroes. After school, she is approached by the Thing, who takes her for a walk when Hulk appears. When the two start fighting, Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur manage to contain them while protecting the civilians, until both of them are left unconscious. Meanwhile, Doctor Doom is surprised to discover that Moon Girl is considered the smartest person on Earth and vows to prove himself superior.[38] During science class, Lunella is attacked by robot drones until she is saved by Riri Williams. They follow the drones to a nearby alley, where Moon Girl encounters Doctor Doom. After Doom escapes, Moon Girl and Ironheart go to Moon Girl's secret lab, where they discover that the energy signatures of the drones are mystic in origin. While tracing Doom's location, Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur arrive at the Sanctum Sanctorum and are found by Doctor Strange.[39] Waking up from a dream, Lunella is reunited with Devil, who was shrunk down by Strange. While walking back home, Moon Girl and two of her classmates are attacked by Doctor Doom and his Doombots. Moon Girl uses an enlargement potion on herself to help Doctor Strange fight Doom and his robots. A few nights later, while installing an energy sensing probe, Moon Girl is found by five members of the X-Men.[40] Arriving at an abandoned mall, Moon Girl reengineers a Cerebro helmet with the Omni-Wave Projector to locate Doom, only for her and the X-Men to travel back to the 1980s. Once there, Doctor Doom arrives with an army of Doombots. The X-Men and Devil fight the Doombots until Moon Girl takes off the helmet, sending them back to the present, where they discover that Doom is actually a Doombot. Lunella takes the Doombot to her lab to analyze it.[41] Lunella later makes a major discovery about her Inhuman power: it only activates during a full moon. She then encounters an army of Doombots, along with Thing, Hulk, Ms. Marvel, Ironheart, Doctor Strange, Kid Kree and the Killer Folk, who went to her aid after being recruited by Lunella.[42]

Lunella then receives a call for help from an alien girl named Illa and, after building a spaceship, goes to space with Devil and crash land on a moon. While exploring, Lunella discovers that Illa is the moon.[43] She soon realizes that Illa is lonely and wants company and does not understand Lunella at all. After a brief fight between Devil and some giant bugs, Lunella leaves, despite Illa's objections. Unfortunately, in the process, she is sent to a parallel universe where she meets another version of herself and Devil Dinosaur. Meanwhile, the Doombot head creates robotic versions of Lunella to avoid suspicions of her absence.[44] After fighting their counterparts, Devil Girl and Moon Dinosaur, Lunella and Devil get back on their spacecraft and return to Illa who tells them that they'll never leave her. Back home, the Doombot head begins to have problems with one of Lunella robots. Moon Girl and Devil manage to find Ego the Living Planet and reunite him with Illa, while the Doombot discovers that the Lunella robot is acting independently.[45]

Meanwhile, the Doombot head has created multiple Moon Girl replacement robots who to his surprise are acting like real little girls.[volume & issue needed] He tells them that they will be obsolete when the real Lunella returns.[volume & issue needed] While up in space Lunella has united Ego and Illa as a family.[volume & issue needed] On the way to Earth she uses the Omniwave projector to tearfully return Devil Dinosaur to Moon Boy in the Savage Land where she thinks he belongs and then returns to New York where she tosses it away in the trash.[volume & issue needed]

Admitting she was wrong MooN Girl brought him back as she, Ben Grim, and Johnny Storm reformed the Fantastic Four and even gave Devil his own uniform.[46] Afterwards while Wilson Fisks's daughter Princess is enrolled in her school Moon Girl decides to turn Devil into a human boy and enroll him in her class to tone down his destructive accidents. Taking attention away from princess causes her to begin focusing her and her father's negative attentions on the two.[volume & issue needed]

During the Monsters Unleashed storyline, Devil Dinosaur was with Moon Girl when she was studying the different Leviathon attacks.[47] Later, Kei Kawade demonstrates his abilities to the heroes present by summoning Devil Dinosaur, though Moon Girl was also brought along during Devil Dinosaur's summoning.[48] When the Leviathon Servitors attack the Baxter Building, Kei Kawade summons Devil Dinosaur to help fight them.[49] Moon Girl, Devil Dinosaur and other heroes later encounter other monsters until the Leviathon Queen is defeated by Kei Kawade and his new creations.[50]

During the Secret Empire storyline, Devil Dinosaur and Moon Girl join up with Daisy Johnson's Secret Warriors. After rescuing Karnak from a prison camp, the Warriors encounter the Howling Commandos after falling into a trap. While driving West, the team is found by the X-Men. After escaping New Tian, the team meets Dark Beast, an evil version of Beast, who's tortured by Daisy and Karnak on information of an Inhuman who can help them. After receiving their information, the team encounters Mister Hyde along with Hydra's Avengers. After a brief fight, the team is captured until they break out when Daisy uses her powers to destroy the Helicarrier they were in. While trying to break Devil out of his cage, Moon Girl meets Leer, the Inhuman Karnak mentioned, who knocks her unconscious when the Helicarrier crash lands. Fortunately, Moon Girl and Devil have switched brains just in time, enabling Moon Girl to lead the Warriors to an Inhuman prison camp. There, the Warriors plan a jailbreak with the imprisoned Inhumans when the Underground resistance arrives to help them. It's later revealed that Leer is Karnak's son and that Karnak had sold him to Mr. Sinister to help activate his powers.[51]

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faee-riee · 4 years

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let me see your soul; pt. I

let me see your soul;

SoulMateAU! OCs

\\ where everyone sees in black and white until they meet their soulmate.

TRIGGER WARNING: A few swears, but other than that, none !

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It was depressing, to say the least - to witness people halt in their tracks as they meet eyes with a total stranger then suddenly, sparks fly. It is a monumental moment in every person’s life: they meet their lover, they can start a family with their lover, they can turn grey with their lover. However, they obviously do not know the risks of locking eyes with their lover.

Elena rested her chin on the palm of her hand as she peeks out the window at the tops of people’s heads, trying to find a subject to illustrate. Her gaze locks onto a couple parting ways, seemingly, for good. The girl walks away as the boy stands dazed. He stares at her shrinking form until she disappears out of his life completely. He looks heartbroken and that is exactly what ignites the fire inside of her. Elena’s brows furrowed together and she gripped her stubby pencil.

What’s the point in dating another person if you know they are not the one? Were they really soulmates? Is it possible for a soulmate to be unrequited? If so, is this man really heartbroken or is he just going through the notions? Either way, it’s just more wasted time that you could be using to do something more productive. The fact that some people pretend to be, bothers me. They don’t know what heartbreak looks like; and, they should be elated that they don’t.

Elena feels her pencil snap from the pressure that has been put on it in the midst of her irritation. She doesn’t need to look down to process what happened, instead she allowed her eyes to close as she sighed in frustration, “You’re kidding me.” She opens her eyes and gets up from her task chair to walk across her studio to where she keeps her graphite pencils. Passing by the door, she glances out to see her dad’s slumped form in his armchair. Elena frowned to herself by continues to open the drawer containing her regular graphite pencils. After tugging at the handle of the drawer, she groans at how light it feels and runs her fingers through her hair before looking inside.

“Empty. Okay. This is fine,” reaching for the other drawer, “Anything is okay. I’ll make do with whatever I find.”

She prays that it is filled with graphite sticks, pencils, pens, anything - but, alas, nothing. Deflated, Elena truds back to her seat and rests her head on her desk. Her lips involuntarily assumed a pout as she thinks back to her dad - she’s never seen him look that down before. Minutes pass by before she gets up and heads to her closet. She psychs herself up as she changes to go out to buy another bulk of her art supplies. Usually, she would ask her dad to buy her art supplies when he goes out to buy groceries but he hasn’t been in the mood to go outside. The food stashed at their house has been diminishing slower than normal so they did not need to head out as often. Elena deduced that her father had not been eating properly and chastised herself for not realizing sooner. She makes his favorite foods constantly, but it’s still never enough for him to finish a bowl. At the dinner table, she would look into his eyes and see a piece of his soul missing as each day goes by. His facial expressions lost its warmth: his soft dark hair, his smile, his dimple, his laugh lines. All of them were replaced with short strokes of depression etched onto his skin. Elena hated seeing him like this, and she hated her mother even more for making him like this. She has tried to convince him to go out and meet new people, telling him that maybe there was a mistake but, this would only bring up emotions that she would rather keep subdued.

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Her father’s eyes crinkled into slits, “No, listen to me, Elena. Your mother was my only shot. She was my person! My love! She left with all the color! This shouldn’t have happened -- no, this doesn’t happen! Who else has experienced something like this? No one! This is a predestined thing, and you know you fucked up when it turns out that you and your soulmate aren’t meant to be.”

“But dad! Who says that she was your one shot? Who says that--”

“No, Elena. Please, hear me out,” his sharp eyes softened considerably as he regarded her tense stance, “Her leaving isn’t the only thing that saddens me. It’s you.. You had to witness this, and you had to adapt to my behavior. I can no longer see the vibrant explosions of your work that you created. Your heart and soul. While you couldn’t see them the way I saw them, I saw you in your artwork. Along with that, I lost the colors of your warm brown eyes, your olive skin, your long black hair. That hurt my heart because all of those colors were you! All of them, painting or appearance.”

He let Elena process what he said and continued when he saw tears form in her eyes, knowing that she needed to hear this for her own good.

“I wasn’t able to hide the hurt and, I’ll admit, I let it get the best of me. But seeing you notice and start to use more colorless mediums that I told you about, just so I wouldn’t be sad made me realize that you had hidden yourself for my sake.,” he stood up from his chair and walked over to Elena to embrace her, “I’m sorry I got angry earlier.”

“Elena hid her face in her father’s chest, “It’s okay, dad, I’m sorry I pushed.”

“I don’t want you worrying about me like this, honey. Could you do that for me?”

“I can’t promise you that. I’m sorry.”

“I know, baby. But please try? I hate seeing you like this more than anything.”

“I’ll try my best.”

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Elena stared at her reflection for a few more minutes and then grabbed her sketchbook before heading out into the kitchen to see which groceries she needed to buy. Okay, potatoes, carrots, chicken broth, what else..? Her dad slowly stood up, “You’re going out?”

“Yep. Ran out of some art supplies-- well, actually, all of them. But! I thought I’d restock on food while I’m out.”

Elena turned around and her dad was at the kitchen island, taking note of what was gone in the fridge, “What else do you need?”

“No, dad. Sit back down,” she pointed back to the chair and threw a playful glare at him, “I’ll be the one getting all the stuff today.”

Her dad smiled softly, “You don’t need to, I can do it. I know you don’t want to risk going outside.”

“I never said that you can’t do it,” Elena rolled her eyes, I know that you shouldn’t, “I’ve been in this house the majority of them time, that window really blocks where most of the action happens. So, I had the brilliant idea of actually putting myself in the action for once.”

She closed the fridge and smiled at him, “I’ll be fine. I’ll be out and back in no time, you wouldn’t have even known I left.”

“Why are you taking your sketchbook then?”

Elena walked over to the keyring and grabbed the spare key and put on her sunglasses, “I’ll be in the action this time, remember? I’ll do rough sketches of things and come back home to add more details.”

She walked up to her dad and stood on her tiptoes to give a kiss on his cheek then headed for the door. Once she stepped out, she realized that she actually truly missed being outdoors. While her parents were together, seeing how in love they were - it made her long to be in a relationship with someone like that. So, as a little girl, she always wanted to be outside staring at random boys around her age until she locked eyes with them. Of course, none of them were the one as she still sees in shades of black and white. Once her mother left them, she refrained from going outside as much as possible for two reasons. First being so she could stay and keep an eye on her dad to the best of her abilities, and second is to not risk ending up like him. She walked down the sidewalk until she turned onto the main road where all the businesses were. Elena waltzed through the doors of her local grocery shop and navigated herself to the vegetables. At times like this, she wondered if seeing in color would really make a difference. Words like Orange, Green, Vibrant, and Dull were just words. She knew basic things like, the sky is blue, grass is green, trees are brown, and clouds are white. But they meant nothing because she couldn’t manifest what she’s never seen. She picked up a carrot that did not look physically deformed and gave it a light squeeze to see if it was spoiled or not. Because she couldn’t rely on color, she depended on her other senses to make sure she was not buying potentially poisonous ingredients. She tossed a few more into the basket before continuing the same process with potatoes.

Elena rounded the corner into the aisle containing the chicken broth. Okay, a little rectangular carton with a picture of a chicken shouldn’t be that hard to find, right? It was. The relatively short length of the aisle seemed to drag on forever as there were multiple small rectangular boxes with a picture of a chicken. She browsed each row on the self reading the titles since she did not recall any unique features of the one they normally buy. Her walking back and forth in the same row did garner some unwanted attention.

Things like, “Poor girl, remember when we had to live like that?

“Colors really change the game.”

“Isn’t she like, twenty-one? How has she not found her soulmate?”

“I’m so glad I have you now.”

“I don’t appreciate color enough!”

They were poorly whispered around Elena. She heard every single comment, but she carried on with what she was doing until she found what she was looking for. Smiling softly to herself, she placed the chicken broth into the cart and grabbed a few more for good measure so she doesn’t ever have to do that again. She made her way to the self check-out, as she wanted to desperately get away from the eyes of those who saw her earlier, and paid for her items then immediately beelined to the exit. Elena peered into her bags to recount her items as she went through the doors only to run into a wall, effectively knocking her and her things to the ground.

A voice appeared, “I’m so sorry! Let me get those for you!”

Elena’s eyes saw a hand frantically grab for her sunglasses and her gaze couldn’t help but trail up the person’s arm until she met with this person’s eyes.

“Oh shit.”

She stared at this man’s face as it slowly started to warp into something unknown to Elena. Something new and scary - but so refresing!

“Definitely not what I thought my soulmate’s first word to me would be. But that works, too. I’m Adolfo.” He bent down to pick up the other items before he reached his hand out and patiently waited for her.

Elena’s mind wanted to start a war with her subconscious, but she put it on hold as she processed more colors becoming more saturated. She doesn’t know what she’s seeing, but she wants to see every single bit of it. It started with the color of his eyes, his skin, his hair, then it moved to the color of his shirt all the way to his shoes. Before she knew it, all her surroundings had painted themselves in all the colors known to mankind. She looked up to the sky, blue. Then to the trees, brown - her eyes went to the grass surrounding the base of the tree and jumped back up to the leaves on the tree, and green? A clearing of the throat from behind her made her take his and and jump up, apologizing profusely to the individual who wanted to get past them.

Her mind clicked and Elena whipped around to face the man who was flipping through her sketchbook, “Oh god. I said that out loud didn’t I?,” she was mortified.

He looked up and smiled, “You sure did, cutie. What’s your name?”

“I’m sorry, it just slipped out of me. I’m.. Elena.”

He cocked an eyebrow, “And that’s your real name, correct?”

“Of course! What makes you say that?”

“You hesitated.” Adolfo shut her carefully shut her sketchbook and handed it to her.

“Oh...”

“Well! Nice to meet you Elena, like I said before: I’m Adolfo. Your elated, and less talented, soulmate.”

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Author’s Note: It’s been awhile. Writing got rusty, but with all this online learning classes, an opportunity to write more stories came up. Revised the first part got tired on the rest :p This is actually supposed to be a short story for my english class, but I think I’ll make it into a series? Who knows. Hopefully through this, I improve some more and get better ideas!

I hope that you guys are staying safe and calm. If you are struggling with something and just need to vent, I’m here if you’re comfortable with that. I won’t push. In any case, if it’s more serious (because I know that some people are in unfortunate circumstances) please, don’t hesitate to seek help. People are here for you in this time of need, and they care for you.

Below, I’ll list hotlines that you or someone you know may need:

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255 National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE U.S. National Domestic Violence Hotline: (800) 799-7233 The Trevor Project: (866) 488-7386 Crisis Text Line: Text ‘START’ to 741-741 National Runaway Safeline: 800-RUNAWAY (800-786-2929) True Colors United: (212) 461-4401

Stay safe and Take care. -s.

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infireation · 6 years

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Can I Touch Your Heart?

Prompt: You’re my new neighbor and we’ve never spoken but you saw me shoveling snow all day and I guess it must be pretty obvious how cold I am because you brought me a jacket and hot cocoa AU" with Yoongi

Genre: Fluff on top of fluff.

On most days, you’d say the absolute latest you would wake up would be at eleven am, and that is only if you had an extremely rough night the evening prior. Other than that, naturally your body wakes you at the nice hour of nine am, never too early, never too late to where feel you waste your day ahead. You cherish your sleep, you see it as your one and only chance to truly relax.

But it seems as though that was not going to be the case this morning.

It was the jarring sound of a door slamming that woke you from your slumber, a muffled curse from the man who did so following it. The walls of your apartment were thin, and you’d gotten used to the various sounds of the residents who lived here, and became familiar with their schedules and habits, so this was certainly out of the ordinary.

And the fact that it happened to be six-thirty in the morning, if your blurred vision looking at your phone screen was correct; nothing normally happened during these early hours.

You did your best to settle down your heart, and turned over in your sheets and attempted to go back to sleep. It worked for a while, but then the same sound of the slamming door across the hall echoed again, a sigh of frustration leaving your lips as you whipped the covers off of your frame, sitting up and heading towards your own front door to see once and for all what was going on at this ungodly time of the morning.

You crept slowly, taking small steps and turning the knob with a careful, tentative motion, hoping whoever was on the other side wouldn’t notice you; you didn’t want a confrontation, despite being irritated. The door opened with a small creek, and while closing your eyes and holding your breath, luckily nothing came of it. Nobody acknowledged you, and you were able to observe uninterrupted. It was clear now that someone was moving into the vacant apartment that had been uninhabited for the last three months up until now. Piles of boxes and shrink wrapped furniture and fragile items sat upon the carpet of the hallway, the door propped open as you saw two men carrying them as they went. One of them appeared to be young but surprisingly strong, his head jerking to move his chestnut hair away from his forehead, an endearing bunny-like smile and a playful laugh followed when he’s noticed whatever they were using to keep the door open wasn’t working very well. You watched it smack into the shoulder of the other older boy that had striking bleach-blonde hair - or wait, was it a soft blue?

You heard him curse, struggling with the weight of the box in his arms, kicking the wood of the door with the heel of his sneaker. “Ya, Jungkook, don’t just laugh at me, fucking help me.” He addressed the younger boy, a subdued playful growl evident beneath his tone. Whom you assumed to be Jungkook was placing the box down that he was currently carrying to assist in opening the door wider again.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, at least knowing now why you were distributed from your sleep. You could get over it. But apparently the stranger heard you, twisting his neck to find the source of the noise, and your eyes connected for a brief moment. He flashed you an embarrassed grin, and a subtle, short nod.

Damn, he was cute.

With a smile you closed your door, hearing it click when you turned the lock, making headway towards your bed and plopping down on the mattress, completely enwrapped in the comfort of your warm sheets once again; albeit not before the smiling face of your new neighbor flashed before your eyes as you fell back into a blissful sleep.

You began to learn over the coming weeks that the mysterious new neighbor had a schedule completely different from yours, and you were lucky if you saw him once every other day. He must’ve worked nights, as you never noticed him awake or around when you left for work in the morning; and when you would be getting ready for bed, you would hear his footsteps coming down the hall at precisely nine at night on the dot, closing the front hallway door as he left.

Although you had to admit, what you did see of him left you increasingly curious and a little stir crazy, if you were being honest with yourself. He was certainly attractive, that much was obvious, but you couldn’t get past your own deprecating self confidence and just knock on his damn door to introduce yourself. Your friends would laugh if they knew, but it wouldn’t be that much of a surprise. Your track record for relationships and lack of the ability to charm weren’t exactly high nor well off.

The weather had grown considerably colder, the bite of the winter chill and the harsh icy winds were in full effect, seeming as though you could never rid yourself of this cold feeling that was permanently inside your bones. You sat upon your couch, watching as the snow continued to fall, buried under mounds of blankets as the television faintly played a movie in the background. The snow had started a couple of hours ago, and it was forecasted to continue long into the night, accumulating at a rapid rate as it fell. You groan as you remove yourself from your safe haven of warmth to take a glance out the window, seeing what sort of damage the weather had done to your driveway and to your car.

You had work tomorrow, and the thought of having to shovel your way out was not ideal; so you figured you might as well get started now. The sky was an overcast gray, the clouds filling the space between and surrounding you in an atmosphere of overall melancholy. With a sigh you zipped up your coat, pulled your hat down further over your ears to keep out the wind, and made sure your gloves were on securely, your boots fastened. You grabbed the shovel from your storage room, and trudged your way into the hallway, your body growing warm from the amount of layers you had, only to be shocked by the sudden change in temperature when you stepped outside into the cold.

The flesh of your cheeks was invaded and stung by tiny pieces of ice, causing them to redden from the irritation, your nose the same soft pink from the frigid gusts. Your arms lifted themselves to come crashing down into the pile of snow beneath your feet, grunting as you raised the shovel to heave the heap over your shoulder. You used your body’s full force and energy to move as much of it away as you could, to make a clear path for your car to get out of the driveway for the next morning. You could feel the beads of sweat form upon your forehead, the yarn from your hat sticking uncomfortably to your skin. A sharp chill ran throughout your limbs, the result of the austere combination between the warmth of your perspiration and the cool breeze.

You had been outside for around an hour or so, based on the fact that the sky had begun to darken and the snow had only grown heavier as time passed on. You sighed in frustration, realizing you were getting nowhere if the weather continued to behave like this. But at least you tried, and hopefully the next morning wouldn’t be so bad if you kept it up throughout the night, but it was beginning to look like a daunting task that you wanted no more part of. The base of the shovel was driven sharply into the ground as you rested your arm upon the handle as it stood straight up, taking a few deep breaths to center yourself.

Suddenly you heard a noise behind you, the slamming of a door and the shuffling of footsteps in the snow. You swiveled around to see a flash of light hair and a small form walking towards you, your eyes squinting to attempt to view what was in front of you. You recognized a familiar friendly smile, and noticed him holding a jacket, a thermos underneath his arm, and a shovel in his free hand. He was already bundled up himself, scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and covering his ears, a soft cotton beanie atop his head, and a long gray peacoat covering his frame.

“I figured you could use some help,” he began, “But you looked freezing out here, and I had an extra jacket, so…” his words were open ended, handing you the puffy coat with a sheepish grin. He planted his shovel into the ground for the time being whilst twisting the metal thermos in his gloved hands, struggling a bit as the lid slipped through his fingers a couple of times before he successfully opened it. You could see the steam rise from the top, the heat a great contrast to the icy temperatures outside. Glancing at him, your lips tilted upwards at the corners at his sweet gesture, gladly accepting the cup he held out towards you.

With your nose hovering over the rim, you got a whiff of the liquid inside, recognizing it immediately as the delightful smell of hot chocolate, before pursing your lips to blow upon the surface to take a sip. You hummed as the warm liquid slid down your throat, appreciating the brief moment of solace. You could sense his eyes upon you, they were soft, observant.

“Thank you.” You muttered, catching his stare and you noticed the faint rose color appear upon his cheeks, causing your heart to flutter inside of your chest. Once you finished what was left, you placed the jacket over your shoulders, the fabric producing a blanket of warmth over your already shivering frame, your own coat and scarf long since soaked from the constant precipitation.

Your neighbor handed you the thermos of the remaining hot chocolate, in turn picking up the shovel from the pile of snow beneath his feet, beginning to work on the mound that had formed in just a short amount of time. You kept your hands on the warm metal, observing him, as you’d never been this close to him before.

You didn’t even know his name.

So that’s exactly what you asked, and he looked up at you and chuckled with a small smile.

“I guess I should’ve started out with that, huh?” He removed one hand from the handle and held it out towards you for you to shake, and a short bow. “My name is Min Yoongi. Nice to finally meet you.”

He flashes a gummy grin, and your heart clumsily skips a beat. You introduced yourself, noticing how he subtly squeezed your hand tighter at the mention of your name. His smile softened, and as soon as he let go he continued to shovel the snow, now with a brand new flush of pink dusted atop his skin.

You watched as he worked, still grasping the hot chocolate like your life depended on it, not wanting to be rid of the warmth it provided, but you still had a hell of a lot of snow to shovel if you wanted to make it to work tomorrow. So you ended up placing it down beside you, picking up your shovel and getting back to it. You were thankful for Yoongi’s help because this would’ve taken a lot longer just by yourself.

The two of you continued to dig and delve deeper into the piles before you, surrounded by a sea of crystal white and ice, and as time went on you could feel your extremities losing feeling and your limbs becoming stiff. Your mental motivation at this point was basically non-existent, and it seemed as though Yoongi was feeling the same, because you noticed him beside you resting upon the handle of his shovel, breathing heavily such as you had hours before. He felt your gaze on him, and turned to face you.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” He mused, clouds of breath following his words as he spoke, his lips turned upwards into a smirk. Thinking nothing of his playful expression, you nodded in return, assuming he wanted to go inside like you did. You heaved the shovel over your shoulder, picking up the thermos as you went, passing him by on your way back to the front door of the apartment building. It was only when you reached the foot of the steps that you felt something pelt your back, causing the jacket Yoongi provided you with to fall off your shoulders, and the sudden invasive chill of ice slowly trickling down your back, hearing his warm laughter behind you fill the spaces of the cold, winter air.

You never should’ve ignored that smirk.

Gasping after the initial shock had subsided, you quickly pivoted on your heel and locked eyes with him, his hands already starting to form another ball of snow.

“Don’t think you can get away with that so easily, Yoongi.” you threatened, dropping everything onto the ground and grasping onto a haphazard heap of snow, trying to form it into anything plausible before he was able to attack you again. With your arm outstretched, you reared it backwards and chucked the snowball with all the strength you had, jumping in the air and letting out a joyful laugh as you succeed in pelting his face with the snow. You continued to chuckle as he wiped his cheek, his tongue poking out to lick the crystals that had fallen onto his lips, his eyebrow raised as he stared at you.

“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” He started walking towards you, slowly, with his eyes locked onto your frame. Your heart began to beat faster, scrambling to create more makeshift snowballs, but you weren’t fast enough. Within seconds, Yoongi had run at you full force, tackling you to the ground, smearing snow upon your face in retaliation. You put up a fight, your arms swinging about to avoid as much as possible, but your laughter slowed your movements, the sensation and the joy that filled your body and reverberated throughout your limbs was far greater than the need to avoid some silly snow.

The both of you needed to catch your breath, Yoongi outstretching his arms on either side of you to hold himself up to relieve his weight from your stomach, glancing down at you from above. He’d been trying to talk to you for weeks, ever curious about the beautiful neighbor living just down the hall. But his confidence got the better of him time and time again, never brave enough to just knock on your door and say hello. Jungkook gave him enough shit for it that’s for sure, threatening on many occasions to run over there himself and do it for him, but Yoongi would trap him in a headlock before he would let that happen.

It amazed him, how much one simple glance can cause him to become a boy again, how it can cause him to retreat back to his old ways, fumbling over his words and his normally over abundance of confidence boils down to nothing but a mere smile and a short nod, unable to say anything else.

Now that he was here, now that he was this close, he froze. His heart was beating wildly inside his chest, pressing terribly hard against his rib cage, and he couldn’t stop looking into your eyes. Your eyes, ones that were filled with happiness and a childlike innocence that was adorable to him. He felt his lips turning upwards into a smile, seeing the way your breath slowed down, and the way your chest rose with each intake of air. But he was pulled from his daze when you nudged him upwards, your head shaking back and forth to rid yourself of the leftover snow. Yoongi lifted himself onto his feet, holding his hand out to help you as well.

“You’re the one that started it.” he heard you mumble under your breath. Yoongi laughed, and pulled you close to his side, arm wrapped around your shoulders in a quick hug. You kept telling yourself he was simply being nice, this meant nothing, don’t over analyze.

But it didn’t stop you from smiling to yourself at the thought.

Once he let you go, the two of you grabbed the shovels from the ground and Yoongi took the thermos, leading the way back inside the apartment complex. Your boots scuffed against the rug in the hallway, trying to remove as much snow and dirt as you could before you went to your own place. Yoongi did the same, but he turned around to speak, his eyes wandering the room and avoiding your gaze, his tone shaky as he cleared his throat.

“Would you like to come over? For, you know,” he adjusted his hold on his thermos between his fingers “for some more hot chocolate?”

A grin formed upon your lips, “I’d love to. Let me change, and I’ll come over?” He nodded, and the both of you went to your respective apartments. The minute you stepped inside of your own, you never changed so fast in your entire life. You checked your reflection in the mirror, your cheeks flushed and the tip of your nose glowing with a delicate rose hue that you’re positive wasn’t all because of the cold. Your fingers sifted through the knots in your hair, adjusting the sweatshirt that adorned your torso. With a content sigh, you made sure to grab your keys and locked up before leaving and walking across the hall.

You shuffled your feet, suddenly incredibly nervous when you made it to his door. You shouldn’t be, you now knew his name, you knew he was nice, and wasn’t a serial killer like you had supposed deep in your mind late one night when you let your imagination go astray. With a shaky hand, you knocked upon the wood, alarmed by how quick he had opened it, welcoming you with a charming gummy grin and motioning for you to go inside. The decor surprised you, but at the same time it felt quintessentially Yoongi, post-modern with homey elements, black and white everywhere, and yet overall it seemed incredibly inviting despite the dark choice of colors.

“Go ahead and make yourself comfortable,” Yoongi offered, waving towards the couch. “I’ll make the hot chocolate.” You pulled on the ends of your sweatshirt, a nervous habit, and nodded as you took a seat. Your eyes wandered around the living room, noticing the array of cds, technology, and music equipment on display. That had you curious, not having seen something of this magnitude before. It was meticulously designed, everything had its proper place, showing the care he had for what he owned, and it was clear that it was important to him.

You overheard Yoongi in the kitchen, listening to the clank of the mugs as he took them out of a cabinet and placed them on top of the counter. He hissed, and you heard a faint curse fall from his lips, before he came into the room and put one of the cups in front of you. Smiling, you took it into your grasp, smelling the heavenly aroma of the cocoa and the sweetness of the marshmallows. Yoongi sat on the armchair to the right of you, appearing to be nursing his index finger as he kissed the skin with his tongue, the flesh a bright red color.

“Are you okay?” you questioned, swallowing a sip. He chuckled, embarrassed, before also taking a drink of his own hot chocolate and then placing it down upon the table.

“Yes,” Yoongi said, with a charming quirk of lips. “I just burnt my damn finger on the milk when it boiled over.” you held your laugh in as much as you could, but it was obvious he heard you, glaring in your direction over the rim of his mug as he lifted it for another sip.

“I’m sorry you got hurt,” a smile still played on your lips. “But thank you anyway, this is delicious.”

It was silent from then on, the air between the two of you filled with awkward nervousness and shyness, the intimacy of the situation dawning on the both of you as the amount of liquid in your cups became smaller. The ticking of the clock above the television sounding boisterous in your ears, finding yourself clenching your jaw in fear that even your breaths were too loud.

“So you like music, huh?” the silence was eating at you, despite it normally being a comfort to you. Admittedly, you also had to say you shamelessly wanted to hear his voice again. It was pleasant to your ears, a slurry rasp that was enticing when you listened to him speak.

Yoongi was taken aback by your query, not expecting the question outright. Everyone liked music, didn’t they?

It was only when he noticed you studying his living room, glancing specifically at his equipment that surrounded the majority of the space. Yes, he understood it now.

“Actually, I produce music,” he scratched the back of his neck when he saw your eyes go wide, “well, I want to produce music one day.”

The smile that formed upon his face was nothing but genuine, the excited glint in his eyes was one of true passion, and the way with which he explained himself, explained his dream, it was heartwarming to see someone so in love with what they do. He told you how he worked a crappy retail job during the day to pay his bills, but he worked the underground scene with any free time he could obtain, sometimes even formulating beats in his head and writing lyrics, when he should be helping customers.

That last comment caused you to laugh outright, but your admiration towards him was apparent, and it made you feel inferior with your student debt piling up and your standard office job to keep you living on your own the way you preferred it to be.

“Can I hear something?” Yoongi’s neck snapped as he turned so quickly to face you, sensing the blood flow to his cheeks and his hands become clammy.

“I—” he stutters, he can’t help it. It takes a lot for him to show his music to anyone, if he even chooses to at all. Nothing is ever perfect to him, so he’s always weary of sharing his craft with others until it’s just right. He properly met you for the first time a mere few hours ago, and you could recognize his hesitation, waving it off without a second thought.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” you smiled, hoping to alleviate his agitation, patting the spot near you on the couch. “Why don’t you come and sit and we watch holiday movies instead?” you peered over the edge of the table into your mug, “and my hot chocolate could use a refill.”

He breathed a light sigh of relief, nodding as he took your mug into his hands along with his own, returning moments later with a fresh cup, topped with extra marshmallows this time around. He clanked his drink with yours, before the both of you took a hearty sip, humming in pleasure.

He would grow to trust you, and with time, he supposes he would let you listen to his music one day, and that was a feat in and of itself.

One movie turned into two, and two turned into three, becoming a marathon as the night grew dark. Your eyelids feel heavy, fluttering closed. You tried so hard to stay awake, but between the sugar crash and the warmth of the blanket Yoongi provided you, it was never going to be a battle you could win. You could feel yourself swaying, your head falling to the side, comfortably landing on a soft, hoodie-clad shoulder.

Yoongi’s eyes grew wide for a single moment, only for his gaze to soften once he saw your head resting upon him. He tentatively stretched his neck, placing his head atop your own, freezing when he felt you stir beneath him, but you quickly settled against his warmth once again.

He smiled, thinking to himself how this day turned out much different than he had expected; but he was glad he finally, finally got to meet you.

Now, Jungkook could shut his mouth.

#min yoongi #suga #sugaslutsociety #noonanet #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #yoongi scenarios #suga scenarios #bts scenarios #fluff #yoongi fluff #suga fluff #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #holiday prompts #i'm a little rusty but i hope you like it

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lady-stardust7-blog · 7 years

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Fic: A Necessary Evil

Rating: Teen Summary: Henry comes to Rumple for relationship advice, leading Rumple to wonder exactly what else his grandson needs to know. In other words, it's a "Rumple gives Henry The Talk" fic, featuring very, very awkward situations.

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If Rumple was being completely honest, having Henry as is apprentice was a complete nuisance for the shop. Whatever job he gave Henry, regardless of how simple, was completely fruitless. He couldn’t clean for the life of him, and despite being told not to touch anything Rumple repeatedly found him nosing around everything he could lay his hands on. Whilst this was the case, Rumple always found himself watching the clock, looking forward to when Henry would finish school. He cherished the time he spent with his grandson, feeling grateful that he was able to watch him grow up.

This was particularly the case because this was the age that he missed out on with Bae. Henry was making the transition from a boy into a young man, and what a smart young lad he was becoming along the way. This growth had become particularly apparent to Rumple when he had walked into the room and caught Henry trying to flex his abs in the mirror, or picking up heavy antiques in an attempt to use them as weights. Each time this happened, he would exit the room before Henry spotted him, walking in much louder to give Henry time to compose himself.

The reason he was so sympathetic was because he remembered going through this often-embarrassing stage when he himself was a boy. He had tried to keep up with all of the other boys his age, who were suddenly growing broader shoulders and biceps, turning the heads of all the girls who also suddenly seemed a lot more attractive. He watched from afar, a head shorter than the rest of them and with a lot less stubble. Once particular time sprang to mind when he tried lifting a crate three times his weight in an attempt to impress a girl he fancied, Chirita. This pitiful tale ended with the crate falling on his foot and a crowd of his peers gathering around to laugh, including Chirita. His aunts had eventually spotted the commotion and helped him out, and the moment they got back to their hovel he let out all of the tears he’d been holding in. They’d given him a big talk that night about how he shouldn’t compare himself to other boys – he had his own talents. Somehow, it hadn’t made him feel better.

Today had been much the same, as far as afternoons with Henry went. He had asked Henry to clean the windows but they didn’t look much different. Henry did seem strangely subdued today, come to think of it. He wasn’t his normal chatty self, and his mind seemed somewhere else entirely.

“Something the matter, my boy?” asked Rumple, when Henry walked up to the counter and put down the window cleaner, looking for another job.

“No,” he replied.

Silence.

“Yes,” he corrected. “Grandpa, can I ask you something?”

Rumple felt his heart jump. In his experience, that question never went smoothly. Can I ask you something? Why do you have that limp? How many women have you slept with? Can you lower my rent? He swallowed.

“Of course.”

“How did…” began Henry, suddenly interested in his hands. “How did you and Belle stop being… just friends?”

Rumple raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Well, it’s complicated, and involved many years being apart,” he explained. “It took me a while to embrace the feelings I had for her, despite her efforts to break down that barrier when we were in the enchanted forest.”

There was another silence.

“And how did you… you know, act on it?” he asked, timidly. Rumple’s brow furrowed slightly, trying to work out what exactly Henry wanted to know. Suddenly, it dawned on him.

“Are you asking for advice with Violet?” he said, tactlessly. Henry’s face heated and he looked away immediately.

“Maybe,” he muttered. Rumple studied him, wondering why he had come to him with this problem. The longer the silence went on, however, the further Henry seemed to shrink in his skin.

“How far have things gone with her, if you don’t mind me asking?” said Rumple, thinking that this might be a good place to start. “Have you tried making a move on her? Do you know if she likes you back?”

“Well… I held her hand a few days back, and she didn’t pull back. But she acted like she didn’t even notice. I just don’t really know what to do next. I want to kiss her, but I don’t know if she’d like me to do that.”

He quickly pulled out his phone out underneath the counter and texted Belle: Come to shop. Now. This was about to get very awkward and Belle was a lot better at talking about feelings than he was. He put his phone away again and cleared his throat.

“Have you tried speaking to your mothers about this?” he asked, trying to bide himself some time.

“Yeah, but they’re not helpful. They just get all embarrassing, saying stuff like ‘oh my boy is growing up’, then start talking about when I was potty trained.”

“And what about the pirate? Or Charming? They might be better to talk to about this sort of issue. The only thing I can really teach you is what not to do.”

“They’re useless too,” Henry shook his head. “Hook told me some pick-up lines to use and I don’t know how he gets away with them to be honest. They wouldn’t work if I said them. I thought you’d be a good person to ask, because you could just tell me the facts without judging me or being awkward about it.”

Without being awkward about it. Right. Where was Belle?

“I see,” said Rumple. “Well, tell me what you want to know and I’ll try and be as honest as I can.” Another silence.

“Well, how do I tell her that I want to kiss her? How did you have your first kiss?”

Rumple thought back. He’d been a lot older than Henry, truthfully. A full-grown man, with a much more experienced Milah. She had leant in and he hadn’t a clue what he was doing, his palms sweating and his heart palpitating. He’d tried to blag his way through it, until Milah realised he was clueless and decided to teach him step by step. “You don’t have to use your tongue so much, you’re getting saliva everywhere,” she’d advised him. He cringed at the memory.

“Sometimes you can’t plan these things, Henry. It just happens in the mood.”

“But how do I make that mood happen?” he looked at him pleadingly, seeking some kind of wise answer from his elder.

“Uh…” stuttered Rumple, racking his brains for something useful. “Flattering lighting and physical proximity.” That sounded stupid. Henry tilted his head, looking thoughtful. Probably wondering what’s wrong with his grandpa, Rumple thought.

Where was Belle?

“So… maybe take her out somewhere at sunset… and try holding her hand again? See if it goes anywhere?” suggested Henry. At least he was managing to make sense of Rumple’s scattered thoughts.

“That sounds like a good start, yes.”

“And… how do you…” he looked down and mumbled something at his shoes.

“What was that?” asked Rumple.

“How do you kiss someone? What are you meant to do?” The poor boy looked mortified, but not as mortified as Rumple felt inside.

“Well, Henry,” he said, slowly, trying to bide himself some time to prepare what to say. “That sort of thing, it just comes naturally. When it happens, you’ll find your lips just work. If in doubt, keep it simple and copy what the other person is doing. And hold back on the tongue,” he added, as an afterthought. Henry nodded.

Henry wandered off to one of the cabinets, leaving Rumple to muse on a few things. If his grandson was worried about kissing, who knew what else he didn’t know. What about things a little further down the line? Perhaps he was the best person to talk to about this stuff – Henry’s two mothers might not be able to provide the answers a teenage boy needed, and god forbid Hook teach him anything about sex. He didn’t want to be a great grandpa any time soon.

“Henry… why don’t you sit down,” he said, softly. Henry looked confused, but obeyed, walking into the back room with Rumple and taking a seat next to him on the cot. “Henry, I… you’ve probably noticed your body going through certain changes as you’re getting older. You might even notice other girls’ bodies a little more. You might find yourself faced with urges, which are expressed in the form of an erection.”

Henry covered his eyes with his hands. “Grandpa, stop. I just wanted advice on how to kiss Violet,” he said, cringing.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s just a sign that you’re turning into a man,” interrupted Rumple, quickly. His confidence seemed to be growing now with the power shift. “Now, an erection is when there is an increased blood flow to your penis.”

“I know. You don’t have to teach me this.”

“Sometimes it’ll occur when you see a girl you like,” continued Rumple, ignoring his grandson’s attempts to stop him. “But sometimes you’ll get spontaneous erections, which will occur for no apparent reason, particularly in the morning. It’s just a sign that your body is working naturally. It can be embarrassing but just try and ignore it and eventually it’ll go away.”

Henry had just pulled his jumper up so that his face was buried on the inside of it when Belle burst into the room, panting.

“What’s happened? I came as fast as I could,” she said, looking around for any potential dangers. Thank god, Rumple thought. This was about to get a whole lot easier now that Belle was here.

“Grandpa is trying to give me the puberty talk,” a muffled voice explained, from underneath his jumper. She looked at Rumple, who shrugged, and a wave of realisation passed Belle’s face as she understood immediately.

“Ohh, I see,” she replied, pulling up a seat to sit next to the cot with them. “Well, Henry, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s just a sign that you’re turning into a man.” Henry groaned.

“You might hear certain myths,” continued Rumple. “Particularly around masturbation. Of course, none of them are true: you won’t turn green and you won’t get furry hands. Touching yourself is completely natural and even healthy.”

“It’s also important in discovering what you like, and what you’d like to explore,” added Belle, helpfully.

“You really don’t have to tell me this,” interrupted Henry, once again trying to put a halt to the conversation. “Mom bought me a book to explain everything.”

Rumple dismissed this immediately. “Books don’t answer everything. Now, sometimes you’ll wake up and find that you’ve had a certain dream in the night, and will find the consequence of that on your bed sheets. Don’t feel like you should be embarrassed by it. However, I know what it’s like being a teenage boy and you won’t want your mother’s noticing, so here’s a potion that’ll take stains right out,” he poofed a potion out of nowhere and handed it to Henry. “You’ll thank me for that later. I used to wash my bed sheets in the lake behind our hovel to hide it from my aunts, but they’d never dry on time so I always had a damp bed. Now, I take it you know the mechanics of sex? What goes where?” There was a meek nod behind the cotton covering Henry’s face. “Well, people not only have sex in order to procreate, but more often than not because it feels good.”

“Grandpa!” he shouted, popping his head out of his jumper and shooting his grandfather a look of dismay.

“No, Henry, he’s right,” agreed Belle. “Sex can be a really special thing between two people who care about each other very much.” Henry cringed once more at the way she was looking at his grandpa at this. “It can mean different things to different people but one important thing to remember is that it can be a very emotional experience, especially the first time. Even if you’re the dark one.” She gave Rumple a teasing smile and a wink. Henry looked like he was going to be sick. “So, it’s something that you should treat delicately, at least until you get used to it with someone.”

“Indeed, and another thing to bear in mind is that whilst everything will feel good to you, you need to pay attention to how your partner is feeling too, because sex might be uncomfortable for them to begin with,” advised Rumple.

“Uncomfortable?”

“Yes, that’s why you need to take your time getting to know each other’s bodies. The more time you spend easing them into it, the better it’ll be for the both of you. Remember, sex is about two people, not one. I expect you’re wondering what areas of the body are the most sensitive-”

“I’m really not.”

“-and here is a diagram of said areas,” Rumple continued as he poofed Henry a picture. “You can keep that.”

“Consent is another important issue,” said Belle, suddenly, as the idea struck her. “Before you even think about having sex with somebody, you need to make sure that they’re comfortable with entering that stage in your relationship. It’s completely okay for either of you to not want to do anything and it’s important that you respect that, but I have no doubt that you will.”

“Don’t do it just because your friends are,” interjected Rumple. “And when you do get to that stage of your relationship, you need to make sure you’re using protection. There are many different forms, so there’s no excuse to not use any. Safe sex prevents unwanted pregnancies from occurring, as well as protecting you from catching or passing on any sexually transmitted diseases.”

“Sexually transmitted diseases?” Henry went pale.

“Aye, all you need to do is wear a condom, which is a thin bit of latex you can put over your penis to prevent your sperm from spilling inside your partner.”

There was a silence. Henry remained still, pretending that he didn’t exist. Rumple and Belle looked at each other, trying to think of other important things that should be mentioned. Rumple imagined that Henry had seen a few magazines or websites by this point, and whilst he hadn’t had access to those sources as a boy, he imagined that it could fill a young boys head with certain unrealistic notions.

“Not all girls like anal,” blurted Rumple, as soon as it came into his head. Belle nodded. That was enough for poor Henry, who suddenly got to his feet as if he’d been electrocuted.

“I’ve just remembered I have to run some errands for mom,” he said, grabbing his coat and rushing out of the room as fast as his legs could take him.

“Don’t forget your diagram!” called Rumple, but he heard the door slam and had a feeling that he wouldn’t be seeing his grandson for a few days. He turned to Belle. “That talk is a necessary evil,” he smirked.

“You loved it,” she teased. “You perked up more and more each time he shuddered. And there was me thinking that your sadistic streak had gone quiet.” Rumple chuckled.

“I’m just wondering what we’re going to say to Regina and Emma when they demand to know what I’ve done to traumatise their son,” he replied, a gleam in his eye.

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