#was gonna draw that but was busier than i expected today
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In This Moment (4)
Summary: A single moment can spark a magnificent change in a person’s life.
A/N: Peaky Blinders AU, Ewan Mitchell OC x fem!reader
Y/N got out of the shower, wrapping the towel around herself tightly. She moved into her bedroom, gathering her outfit to change as she hummed softly to herself. Several thoughts on her to-do list were prominent at the front of her mind as she dressed, hanging the towel over the screen. She put on her slip dress when she remembered her forgotten earrings on the bathroom counter just as her bedroom door opened.
Her eyes widened as she saw Will. “What are you doing?”
He quickly recovered, lowering his gaze. “I knocked, but there was no answer.”
“I-I was in the shower.” she quickly replied, coughing. “It's fine. What is it?"
“At least your being non-chalant about it.” Will crossed his arms against his chest.
“I can shout at you to get out if that’d be more suitable?"
He grinned, leaning against the doorway, “I’m perfectly fine where I’m standing.” Her face flushed at the comment, moving to slip her gown on. She turned back around, seeing Will’s gaze fixed.
"It's far from appropriate."
"What is?"
"Standing in my doorway."
"You're dressed now, aren't you?"
She tilted her head, "I suppose. Most men wouldn't even bother looking away."
"I'm not like most men."
She hummed, nodding. He certainly wasn't.
"Part of my job is understanding people's motivations. Their way of thinking. There's still things I don't know about you. That's what makes you different."
"I like having that bit of mystery. Draws in all kinds of people." He stepped in front of her.
"And what type are those?"
Her breath picked up as Will leaned down, "The interested parties... the desired kind."
"And women actually buy into it?" She raised her eyebrows.
He wore a smirk, tilting his head. "You did."
Y/N bit her lip to hold back the remark waiting on her tongue. Her hands perched on the bed post, not noticing how Will had pushed her backward with his steps. Her heart thundered in her chest as he grew closer.
"Why did you come in here?"
Will relented, blinking at her. “Arthur called. Said he’ll bring the car round in a half hour.”
“Okay.” she nodded, "I'll need to change." confirmed as Will stood still, holding her gaze. “Are you gonna shut the door?”
Will paused before he finally responded. “Course. I’ll leave you to it.”
The breath trapped in her throat finally left. The matter of her flustered state became an apparent problem as she raised a hand to her warm face. She just needed to get through today without any further stress.
***
People filed in and around her, the sounds of conversation and cheer bustling around with the thrill of the races. She stood close to Arthur, Will practically glued to her side as they navigate the crowd.
"Seems busier than usual today."
"A new record, I'd say." Walking into a stand with seats.
"When's Tommy expecting us?"
"Dunno, but there's Finn and Isaiah." Arthur pointed out.
"Lads look like trouble, that's for sure." Will murmured, his words reaching her ears as he walked beside her.
"And you don't?"
"I used to." He replied, "Then I grew out of it."
"What'd you used to do?"
"Wander round at night. Grab a drink with mates. We'd get up to some crazy things."
"Assuming you're not going to elaborate." She mused.
"Oh, it wouldn't be a proper conversation here."
Her eyes followed his gesture below to the group, wide grins on their faces as they nudged each other. "Best they stay there. Let 'em have their fun."
"They're on the job." Arthur grumbled.
"I thought you'd agree with me." She smiled, settling in her seat, Will scanning their proximity.
"Normally, but I suppose there are other priorities today. Boys'll need their heads screwed on for it."
"What kind of priorities are we talking about?" She whispered, staring at the crowd. “Where's Tommy?”
Arthur paused, "He’s got some other business to deal with today. I can guarantee it's not gonna be pretty."
She pursed her lips. "And he didn't think to mention it?"
"It was a need to know basis. Not everyone needs to know."
"I'm not everyone, am I?" She narrowed her eyes.
"No. But we need you safe. The fewer people that know, the better."
"When it comes to me, you and Tommy love to pick and choose. I thought you trusted me with things as part of this family-"
"Come on, Y/n/n. Enough with that. We trust you with plenty, but this-not when it puts you in danger." Arthur cut her off."
She hummed with a tight smile. "I get it. I get all the special treatment, and you blokes get to know everything."
"You know that we do things to protect you. It's the reason we entrusted Adler to take care of you. I think he'd agree." Arthur noted pointedly, glancing at the man as he watched but remained silent on the matter.
"I think I need the lady's room." She stood up, wandering off. It was on her way back from the lavatory that she bumped into a man. An apology fell from her mouth as she skirted around them before a hand gripped her wrist.
"You've got to watch where you're goin', sweetheart."
"I said sorry. It was an accident." Tugging on her wrist as his grip tightened.
He chuckled, "I reckon I can think of other ways you can make it up to me."
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." She deadpanned, wrenching her wrist from his grip. A gasp escaped her as he forcefully pulled on her arm, wrenching her closely.
"That won't do at all." he sneered.
"Let go!" She yelled, but it was swallowed by the crowd noise. A pair of hands pushed at the man's chest, forcing them apart.
"Hands off, mate." Will stood in front of her, his figure cloaking her.
"Come on. Just havin' a bit of fun."
From her chest heaving to the feeling stirring in her stomach, it was certainly not.
"Don't think so. She clearly told you to get lost." Will stated, a mask of calm beneath his furious stare.
"And who are you?" The man stalked closer, "What? Not enough to share round?"
"I'll say this once. Walk away." He stared the man down.
"Or what? You gonna fight me?" He got into Will's space.
"I don't think it'd be much of a fight. You won't like that part." Will's voice was low.
"I don't know, I'd like to see that." The man touched Will's shoulder, but he twisted his hand, forcing the man to bend the knee.
"I don't think you do." Will leaned down, "Touch her or any woman again, and I'll make sure you can't use this hand. For anything. Got that?"
The man winced, staring Will down who smirked. He twisted, receiving another yelp before the man conceded. "Alright! Alright!"
"Apologise."
"I'm sorry." The man croaked as Will shoved him.
"Now, piss off."
Will turned around, quickly ushering her into a private space between the stands.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He placed a hand on her back, another on her shoulder to mould her body against him.
She shook her head. "I'm okay. Irritated, more than anything."
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"What for?" She met his eyes, rubbing her sore wrist.
"I shouldn’t have left you alone."
"You can't be everywhere." She retorted, "I can take care of myself."
"I know you can, but my job is to keep you safe. If I can't do that, then I've failed."
"You did keep me safe. He didn't get a chance to do anything." Her hand grasped his shoulder, bringing his gaze down. "I'm okay because of you."
Will unclenched his jaw, nodding his head. "This isn't even the most dangerous job I've had."
"Do you think you'll stay?"
"Indefinitely." He stated, "Mr Shelby never specified an end period."
"If I'm being honest, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. It is nice- having the company."
"Yeah?" His voice with a teasing edge, “In what ways?”
"I mean," Y/N darted away from his smile, "I do feel a lot safer-with you, that is."
His face softened, "I'm glad."
She smiled, "You're good at your job, Will."
"I hope to keep it that way." His hand found the small of her back, "You sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine." She squeezed his hand, her smile easing the heaviness weighing over him. “Trust me.”
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Hacscfssnskscad!!!
Y'all are sending so many good asks worth drawing for that I can't even keep up! XD I not gonna close the ask box though, cause many of them I'm gonna sit on for the time being for when I have time to do a few. So if your ask doesn't get answered for awhile, you'll know why lol
I don't know how I'm gonna feel, but art posts may be a bit scarce this week depending, cause where I work their starting their spring deals and sales...and I completely forgot about it, so today was much busier than normal, I can expect as much the rest of the week so idk how much energy I'm gonna have 😅 (I had to do a few extra things after work today too and it's now almost 8:30pm where I live....finally get to come home and chill...and I ache all over, so I'm just gonna relax tonight, eat some ice cream after a long day XD)
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An eternity more
AO3
A special Alastor x reader fic just in time for Halloween!
Word count: 2000
Warnings: Mild language
Summary: Alastor and his partner celebrate Halloween.
In Hell, there was one day a year in which the usual brutality and gore that occurred was not only just commonplace, but treated as a festivity.
Halloween. Sometimes referred to as Hallow’s eve, or Samhain.
Every circle always had some type of event going on. Violence had fighting matches all throughout the day. Gluttony had haunted house walks and tours in their suicide forests. Even unpopular circles like Limbo got into the Halloween spirit by having small carvals pop up here and there.
For the denizens of Hell, Halloween was a day where every sicko, nutjob, and crazy could find something that tickled their fancy.
On a night of such horrors, many people expected that of the Radio Demon to be doing something horribly violent; Engaged in some form of terrorism or inspiring fear into the masses via one of his broadcast.
Instead, though-
“Darling! Look over here, they’ve got handmade masks!” Alastor says to you, excitedly dragging you along the streets of Pentagram city.
-he’s quite the opposite
While Alastor was more than happy to spend his nights prowling the streets and seeing the fear ignite in people’s eyes, he enjoyed other things besides that. He wasn’t entirely diabolical. Why go around causing chaos like some petty ruffian when there were other superior activities to engage in?
Tonight, as you walk the streets alongside him, the city is busier than ever. The night sky is stained a dark garnet and the cold air makes you snuggle closer into your coat. Pedestrians pack together in the streets, a huge mass of limbs and bodies.
Vendors and shops have their doors wide open, showing off their merchandise or advertising for one thing or another. There’s food stalls, costume shops, drug vending machines, antique stores, and the like. Alastor zig zags from stall to stall, checking out every and anything that catches his eye.
His own usual outfit is changed for the event, instead of the normal red he’s changed into a dark burgundy, so dark it almost looks brown. One of his red-gloved hands holds yours, dragging you along with him. You have to nearly run to keep up with his long strides.
He comes to a stop, the action so sudden you bump into him.
“Ow - why’d you stop-”
You look at the building you’ve stopped in front of. A bright neon sign reads ‘The House of Haunted Horrors’
A bloody haunted house.
Alastor looks at you, excitement shining in his eyes. “Shall we go in?”
“Al, you know I get scared easily-”
“Great!” he says before you can finish, dragging you through along with him into the entrance.
“No, wait! - Oh my god no Alastor, Alastor!” you protest to no avail.
After a brief talk with the receptionist, (who’s eyes nearly bulged out of their skull when they saw him) you’re ushered into another room where the attraction begins.
The employee tells you the backstory for the situation. You’re a scientist trapped in an underground laboratory where demons were experimented on. After a sudden outbreak has cut off all power and communication, you’ve got to find the exit before the creatures in the dark can get to you first.
You’re utterly horrified. Alastor’s delighted.
She hands you each a flashlight and wishes you good luck before closing the door and leaving you to begin.
“Well, let’s get going, shall we?” Alastor takes your hand (Which you cling onto tightly), flicking on his flashlight and starting down the hallway.
The hallway is dark and grimy. The flashlight can’t shine very far so you can only see whats a few feet ahead of you at a time. Your footsteps echo through the eerily quiet corridor. The only sound is of your tense breathing and your heartbeat in your ears.
“I hate this, I hate this-” you groan, latching yourself onto Alastor’s side and burying your face in his coat.
“Don’t worry darling, it’ll be fun!” he reassures you, patting you on the back. It’s at that moment that a hollow groan rings through the hallway, making your entire body tense.
“Oh fuck - I hate this, I hate this-” you hiss.
“What about this do you hate?” Alastor asks, keeping one arm around you and one on the flashlight. “The dark? The feeling of not knowing what lies ahead? The weight of-”
“Al,” you snap. “Not. Helping.”
You can hear the smile in his voice. “Apologies. I couldn’t help myself. Fear is a wonderful emotion on you, dear.”
Though for as much as he teases you, you can by the way he keeps a firm grip on you and the whispered assurances he utters periodically that he does care about you. You also know he wouldn’t hesitate to get you out of there if you truly were terrified.
The two of you explore different hallways and rooms, slowly making your way through the attraction. You pass by corpses (that you hope are just fake) covered in blood, scratch marks on the walls ripping up the wallpaper, dismembered limbs, empty cages and cells, and other grotesque, creepy sights.
In one room, you open the door to see a stuffed bear sitting on a chair in the far corner. When you enter and explore the room, you look back to find that the beat has moved towards you.
Yeah, no.
“Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this-” You run out of there as fast as possible, slamming the door behind you. Alastor laughs at your reaction, jogging to catch up to you.
You continue further into the attraction. Occasionally a gust of wind or a nearby whisper will make you whip around and press closer to Alastor, heart hammering in your chest, but you’ve seen no actors yet. Are there any? Or have they all been scared into immobilization?
You’ve just about let your guard down when you open the door to the next room and are met with a looming, black figure standing in the corridor.
They’re tall, much taller than you, with long black limbs and two glowing eyes. You’re so surprised at the creature’s sudden appearance that you don’t even think to scream. From the mass of black, a cavern opens up - its mouth - emitting a hisss sound. When the figure reaches out towards you, your mind goes blank with terror.
Behind you, you can feel Alastor’s form shift.
One note about Alasotr’s demon form - you’d seen it hundreds of times before. You’d seen his pupils go black, seen him stretch until he was a tall, lanky stick figure with teeth that took up half of his face more times than you can count.
A lot of things might scare you, but Alastor doesn’t.
But it definitely scares the worker. He drops his act, taking off into the darkness like his life depended on it.
When you look at Alastor again, he’s returned to normal. He has the same smile on his face, but he seems slightly disappointed.
“How pitiable.” he murmurs, before saying to you in a much lighter tone. “Shall we continue?”
There’s little else to the haunted house. A few more creepy sounds and flashes of moving figures from the corner of your eyes, but nothing else quite like the cryptid in the doorway.
When you finally do exit into the noisy streets of the city, you breathe and sigh of relief.
“That was quite charming, yes it was!” Alastor chirps. “It could have been more frightening but all-in-all, it was quite entertaining. Don’t you think so too, dear?”
You clutch his suit under your bloodless knuckles. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
Alastor gives a hearty laugh, giving you a reassuring rub of his arm. “You did very well.”
As you leave, you spot some of the employees from the haunted house. Their costumes are half-off and they’re hugging the wall of the building, warily regarding the Radio Demon, looking utterly terrified - even more scared than you ever were.
And for a second, you agree with Alastor - fear is a wonderful emotion.
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By the time you return home to your quiet home outside of the city, it’s almost midnight. Alastor makes the two of you supper and you eat it by the fireplace, the bright flames casting off every shadow in the room.
“Did you enjoy yourself today, darling?” He asks after a few minutes into the conversation. He’s changed into a casual sweater and vest. It isn’t anything groundbreaking, but the outfit is so fitting and looks so good on him that you can’t help but stare.
“I did,” you say, then with a bit of salt- “Even though you forced me to go into that haunted house.”
“Yes, but it was fun, was it not?”
“Surprisingly, yes,” you admit. “But that’s probably because you were there with me.”
“Wonderful! I felt as though the actors could have been more adequate. Back in my day, even the worst of performers could do a better job than those buffoons.”
You take a bite of your food, hiding a smile. “I think you’re the reason they were so scared, Al. After you shifted into your true demon form and scared them, no one else dared to try and piss you off.”
“But I wasn’t trying to frighten them off entirely!” he whines. “What kind of a person goes around scaring people for their occupation but can’t handle a little intimidation?”
“People are scared of you, love.”
His nose wrinkles. “That I am more than aware of,” his expression softens. “But you aren’t.”
“No,” you reach across the table to squeeze his hand. “I’m not.”
The conversations steers elsewhere and the two of you finish dinner. After the dishes are done, you coax Alastor into joining you on the couch. You lay on top of him, pressing your ear to his chest. Your fingers rub against the soft cotton of Alastor’s sweater, drawing patterns on the material.
“Do you like my clothes?” He asks. Not accusatory or demanding, simply curious.
“Yes,” you slide your fingers up to play with the collar of his shirt. “Very much so.”
“Then by all means, play to your heart's content.” His hands go to your waist, sliding his thumb underneath your shirt to rub at your hip.
You hiss. “Your fingers are cold.”
“Apologies,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “I can’t help it.”
He always ran a cooler temperature, no matter what. He was like a cold-blooded lizard, always leaching off of your warmth whenever he could. His favourite thing to do was to slip his cold hands along your neck when you weren’t expecting it, just to hear the noise that would come out of you.
Your hand trails up, along his neck, over his jaw, and rubbing against his lip. He carefully nibbles on one of your fingertips, staring at you intensely. His teeth clamp down not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough so that you feel the pressure from them.
“Beautiful…” you breathe. His hand slides up your back, running along your spine.
Your free hand travels further upwards, nesting in his hair. The tips of your fingers stroke against the firm cartilage of his ear and he inhales sharply, ears folding to his skull.
You hesitate. The ears slowly rise again.
“Do you want me to stop?” You ask.
“No…” he whispers, releasing your finger from his mouth.“You can keep going. Just unused to it…”
Carefully, gently, you rub his ears. They’re quite soft, but also quite delicate so you’re careful not to overwhelm him. A hum emerges from Alastor’s throat, vibrating through your body. He’s tense at first, taught like a bow string, but over time he relaxes, melting into the couch.
His hands seek out the small crevices in your body as well, your sides, your shoulders, your neck. A few times he has to seek the solace of your neck, whining and nipping kisses underneath your ear.
Touching each other, exploring the way you each react to touches, giving soft affections - It doesn’t go farther past that, but none of you are seeking anything else from it. Every touch is for no greater reason other than it simply feels good.
You let the time pass. It’s impossible to tell how long exactly, but it’s a while before you’re both satisfied. You wrap your arms around his torso and press your face into his shirt. He smells like rich wood and strong spices. Most of all, he smells fresh. There’s simply no other way to describe it.
“I wish we could stay like this every night,” you sigh, “Tonight...and the next night..”
Alastor kisses the top of your head. “And then the next night...and the next...and the one after that, too…”
You lift your head to kiss him on the lips. “And for an eternity more.” His eyes flutter wide open, blinking just like a dazed dear. You want to giggle with how cute it is.
His expression melts into one of pure bliss, red eyes hazily gazing into yours. He chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose. “And for an eternity more.”
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Hard Feelings
Call It What You Want (8/?)
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
A/N: this slow burn is annoying even me
Chapter Summary: Thank god for Rey
Warnings: swearing, sed Poe
Word count: ~2k
It isn’t the ideal weather for a walk but Beebee seems thrilled at the prospect despite the cold. His tiny boot-clad paws pattering alongside Poe, forever his loyal companion. The park isn’t completely void of human traffic, though it’s a lot busier when it is warmer.
Poe finds a seat far enough from the road and the sound of traffic while Beebee happily traipses through the frozen ground looking for stray twigs and running in circles chasing his tail. Poe watches him play, entirely in his own world.
Poe started the day feeling anxious about talking to you. Then he was disappointed that he couldn’t get you to meet up with him. He was mad at himself for kissing you instead of telling you that he broke up with his now ex-girlfriend first. Now after seeing you with Ben is he supposed to be mad at you for letting him kiss you? It hurt seeing you with Ben and all the resentment he felt was directed towards him and not you.
Who’s to be blamed for this? What was he supposed to do now? How was he supposed to feel? If there was one clear emotion he felt atop of everything else, that would be confusion.
Poe whips out his phone, dialling the one person that could make him feel better. It doesn’t take long for his dad to pick up the phone.
If only there weren’t so many miles between them. The distance isn’t new to him. Poe spent so many years of his life wishing he wasn’t so far from his dad, wishing he could just run to him whenever he wanted to instead of settling for a phone call. But that never stopped him from seeking out comfort from Kes Dameron.
The first question he asks once Poe greets him is, “What’s wrong, Poe?” Looks like nothing escapes his dad’s notice. Is he that transparent? It must be the years of experience dealing with his constant moods over the phone. Poe sighs, rubbing his temples with his free hand.
“Nothing. It’s just, there’s just a lot going on,” he answers. “How are you?” Kes recognizes the weariness in his son’s voice right away. It isn’t the first time he’s hearing it.
“I’m fine, just had lunch,” Kes begins to tell him about his day then quickly launches into a story about how a few people from his work covered his coworker’s car with post-it notes as a prank a few days ago.
His voice feels like a warm embrace in the unforgiving cold. Suddenly Poe is taken back to his childhood home, sitting by the fireplace watching with rapt attention as his father spun tales about anything and everything.
In his presence, nothing could harm him. Nothing could stand against Kes Dameron’s dogged determination to make his loved ones happy. The events of his day slowly become a distant memory in Poe’s mind as he laughs along with his dad.
“Better now?” Kes asks after a while.
“Yeah, thanks dad,” He did feel better.
“You still don’t wanna talk about it?”
“Not right now, no,” Maybe not ever, he thinks. Would it be so bad to just forget about everything?
“I’m here if there’s anything you need, okay?” Kes offers. His words bring a smile to Poe’s face.
“I know dad, I love you,” Not the worse day. He’s had worse before, he was fine.
Beebee nudges his feet as he hangs up, bored of playing with stray twigs by himself. Or maybe he was just cold. Poe lifts the corgi onto his lap, tucking him into his jacket, his head adorably jutting out. Beebee headbutts him on the chin.
“Looks like I need a shave, huh?” Poe asks him. “Actually, I think I’m gonna let it grow out a bit more,” He says, running his palm over his face, the light stubble grazing against his palm. Beebee looks up at him, tilting his head to one side as if he was pondering it.
“You think that’s a good idea?” Beebee lets out a small yip in response. “Yeah? Okay, then. I guess we’re growing a beard,”
—-
Poe never texted you after. It had been a few days since the kiss you really wanted to forget about but couldn’t. But you still needed to talk to Poe. You didn’t want to avoid him forever, neither could you pretend like nothing happened especially after running out of the house like that. You figured that he’d want to meet you some other time but he never texted again.
You think about asking Rey about him when she comes over in a few minutes. She’d help you. But you’d have to tell her about kissing Poe, assuming Poe hadn’t already told the two of them, which seemed impossible.
You use the remaining few minutes to tidy up a few things around the house, trying not to think too hard about anything. It was just Rey, she is your friend, she will help you.
At the sound of the doorbell, Jessika springs up from her seat to get to the door. “Rey!” You hear them enthusiastically embrace, having not seen each other since the new year's party.
“We getting pizza, or do you guys want something else?” You ask and you get a chorus of agreement as a reply.
“I got us some wine,” Rey grins, pulling out two bottles from her bag.
Two hours and two large pizzas later, the three of you sit squeezed together in the couch, a movie droning in the background that none of you pays attention to. The alcohol draws more giggles from you as you sip wine from ceramic mugs, well into the second bottle by the time you finish your dinner.
Jessika animatedly recounts the story of how she saw the most attractive person in the world in the coffee shop that morning. Having already heard that particular story always twice, your attention slips away to your earlier dilemma. The wine certainly boosts your confidence ‘cause you’re sure you never would’ve gotten the words out if you were sober, but you dive headfirst into the question without any warning.
“Did Poe, um, tell you anything about the other night?” You hesitantly ask her just as Jessika finishes her story, absentmindedly picking at a thread on the blanket. “You know when you were at the dentist and I came over?”
“Before you say anything, I need to tell you that Poe broke up with Sarah weeks ago,” Rey interrupts you before you start on a downward spiral talking a million miles per hour. She’s glad you brought it up, because how was she supposed to ask you if you kissed her childhood best friend/ roommate?
You remain eerily silent for the while after whispering an oh at the revelation. Weeks ago? Long before he kissed you. Why didn’t he just tell you that? Oh, wait, because you ran out of the house after that and avoided him. You certainly owe him an apology.
Normally Rey is content sitting back and watching the drama unfold in people’s lives around her. But this was two people she really cares about, running circles around each other. Technically, meddling is justified if the parties involved were both dumbasses, right? And the only possible way to do that was to throw all the facts out in the open, hoping it would clear some things for you and at the same time try not exposing Poe too much.
“The guys saw you and Ben the other day at the diner. They had to leave before they could say hi, though,” Rey tells you.
“Oh,” That was something you didn’t expect her to say. “You know Ben?” You ask voicing out the first question in your mind.
“Yeah, he’s Poe’s godmother’s son,”
“Oh!” You suddenly exclaim. “He is Ben. It’s the same person! Ben Solo is Leia Organa’s son?” Rey nods laughing at your surprise. “I didn’t think he was that Ben, you know because they don’t have the same last name,”
“Are you dating him?” She asks.
“What? No. We’re just friends,”
“She’s not dating Ben, she’s meant to be with Poe!” Jessika cries out, dramatically flopping over the backrest
“Shut up, Jess,” you groan as Rey joins her, cackling. A thought hits you from nowhere all of a sudden. One you don’t like all that much.
“Does Poe think I’m with Ben?” Rey answers with a high-pitched, drawn-out, ‘maaaaybe?’ and you want to crash your head against the greasy pizza box. “I’m too sober for this,” You settle for draining the remaining wine from your cup instead.
“Why do they hate each other that much anyway?” You ask after a while. Sure, Poe mentioned some childhood animosity between him and Ben. But it looked like it was much more than that.
“Oh honey, you need more wine for that,” Jessika pours more into your cup, refilling hers and Rey’s as well. Of course, Jess would know. You would’ve asked if you weren’t too busy trying to stomp down your feelings for Poe.
“Sarah cheated on Poe with Ben,” Rey casually responds.
You splutter into your cup, almost choking on the liquid. “What?” Rey nods solemnly.
That was just great. Now you have to explain to the guy you like that you are not dating the guy whom his ex cheated on him with. And Ben. What was he thinking?
“How did that happen?” You ask.
“Well, it was early in their relationship,” Rey shrugs. “She convinced Poe not to dump her sorry ass after that,”
“Jesus,” You breathe. No wonder everyone hates her so much. “Oh god, what do I do now?”
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“Stop that,” Snap nudges Poe who ignored him and continues to click his pen incessantly against his notebook. “You’re fucking annoying, what’s the matter with you today?” Poe tosses his pen on the table.
“It’s nothing,” He replies half heartedly. Snap knows that isn’t the case. He knew the last time his mood was this sour. But he was no longer dating Sarah, so...
“Is it Ben again?” Poe’s eyes immediately flicks up to the man in question sitting a few rows before him, shooting a withering glare to the back of his head. That is answer enough for Snap.
“What did he do this time?” The question comes from behind Poe this time as Kare leans forward between the two of them.
“It’s none of your business, Kare,” Snap tries to shoo her away. “And you two should pay attention, I’m not sharing my notes with you again,”
“Shut up, I’m not talking to you,” She waves him off, directing her attention back to Poe as Snap rolls his eyes at her. Poe angles himself to face her as he tells them both about what he saw at the diner.
“That doesn’t really mean she like him, right? She kissed you,” Snap interrupts.
“I thought you were paying attention to the lecture?” Kare snaps at him.
“Shut up, I’m not talking to you,” Children, Poe thinks.
“She was wearing his jacket,” He continues, ignoring their bickering. “And she blew me off to go get lunch with him,” he shrugs. “It adds up,”
“Do ya’ll mind? Some of us come here to study,” Hux sharply interrupts from beside him, looking down his nose at the three of them. Signature sneer on his pasty face.
“Sorry Hugs,” Poe drawls, turning to the front.
He manages a few productive minutes of actually paying attention before his phone chimes in his pocket earning another glare from Hux. He rolls his eyes, pulling his phone from his pocket to switch it to silent. Then the notification catches his eyes. You texted him. Curiosity gets the best of him and he opens it.
Hey, sorry I couldn’t make It for lunch the other day. Would you like to go today?
Did he want to anymore? He had half a mind to blow you off. That may be a little petty but it definitely sounded appealing. Poe places his phone back in his pocket. He’ll just text you after class.
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A Last Goodbye
*** GIF CREDIT TO CREATOR ***
Anon requested - Hii, I'm the one who requested the Chibs 'A broken heart' minific. Thank you so much for writing it! And now I am in mood for mooore angst and heartbreak hehe. I was thinking something along the lines of Chibs and the reader having a mutual breakup (e.g because Chibs is going to prison, or to 'protect the reader, or whatever you feel fits!) even though they're still in love, and the fic is their last night together before officially breaking up. So essentially really sad fluff. ♡
Authors Comment - Another Chibs heartbreak fic - it doesn’t get any easier to write about, but I still enjoyed writing it if that makes sense! This one is pretty long - maybe my longest yet.
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You knew Charming was just a temporary stop. Your dream was to move to New York and become a big shot artist. It had been your dream since you were a little girl. You moved here from San Francisco 2 years ago, to complete the last 2 years of your art degree. San Francisco was a bit too busy for you, and you needed peace and quiet to complete the last 2 years, so you chose Charming. You had looked at pictures and found a small house by the beach for rent, which would be perfect for you to focus on your painting. The views from the house were spectacular and you knew that you could definitely spend 2 years here just drawing the landscapes, the beach, the water and the hills. What you didn’t expect was to fall in love.
You met Chibs the day after you moved here. You were shopping in the supermarket and couldn’t reach something from the top shelf when a tall man with dark greying hair came over to you.
“Need help wi that lass?” he had asked you as he stretched round you and got the beans down from the shelf.
You had thanked him and thought you wouldn’t see him again, but you were so wrong. The next day you were down by the beach getting ready to paint when you saw the same man, just sitting out staring at the water. You approached him and he told you he did this every morning, to clear his head before he started work. And he wasn’t lying. Every morning you looked down onto the beach and saw the man who you learned was called Filip, or Chibs. And that was the start of your relationship. You started by taking him tea down in the mornings, and tea turned into breakfast and you guys got to know each other. You told him about your plans, that after 2 years you would be leaving Charming to go to New York. You told him you were not looking for a relationship, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try and get you to change your mind.
About 2 months into your new breakfast routine, you headed down to the beach as normal. But when you got there, breakfast was waiting for you this time, with a single red rose. You looked up at Chibs who just shrugged and played it off as normal. You ate and talked about what your plans were for that day, and then you got up to leave.
“Love, will ye go on a proper date wi me?” Chibs had caught you off guard. You reminded him of your ‘no relationship’ rule and he told you it was bullshit and if he only had you for another 1 year and 10 months then he would be a happy man. Against your better judgement, you agreed to a date, and after that one date you knew you were in trouble. You fell in love with him.
He introduced you to his brothers early on in the relationship. You instantly clicked with all of them, and they all had their little quirks that you found amusing. You slotted right in to the goings on at Teller Morrow and the clubhouse. Before introducing you to the Sons, Chibs explained what he actually did for a living. He told you he was in an MC that shipped drugs and guns and money, and occasionally did bad things. But you knew that no matter what he told you, you wouldn’t love him any less.
Your new daily routine was going down to the beach, having breakfast with your boyfriend, then painting for a few hours, before taking lunch for the boys, and then sitting with them for a couple of hours if they were actually in the clubhouse, then heading home to do more painting. Then you made dinner, and went to bed. Chibs had pretty much moved in with you after the first date. It was a bit fast, but you both felt the same way towards each other. You always made him dinner, but usually he heated his up when he got home as he always showed up late, but you didn’t mind, it gave you time to paint in peace.
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You didn’t realise you were crying until you looked down and saw tears splatted onto the letter you had in front of you. It was a job offer in New York. Today was your last day in Charming. The 2 years had flown by so quickly. You got your art degree like you wanted, and now you were offered a job in a prestige New York Art Gallery, where they said you could sell your own work as well as work there, because it was excellent. This was your dream, and you were excited, but you were also heartbroken, because it meant saying goodbye to Charming, and goodbye to your boyfriend. You knew that the distance between New York and Charming was only 44 hours away, even less on a plane, but realistically you were going to be so busy with your new job, and Chibs couldn’t leave the MC for more than a day. Plus New York wasn’t for a man like him.
“Why are ye crying love?” Chibs came over and pulled you up so you were standing in front of him. You handed him the letter and he read it. His face was a picture of sadness, which soon vanished when he looked up to you and gave you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I’m so proud of ye, New York is your dream, and now ye can go” You nodded whilst wiping your tears away using the back of your hand. “Are they happy tears or sad tears?”
“Mostly sad, because tonight is our last night together, I don’t know when I will be coming back, if I ever do” You had now started crying again and Chibs pulled you into him.
“Shhh lass” He tried to hide the sadness in his voice but he knew he couldn’t for long. You both knew this day was coming because you had marked it on the calendar. But now the day was finally here, it started to become more real that this was goodbye.
You had spoken about you moving to New York a couple of times in the last 2 years. You both decided that long distance wasn’t going to work, with the different time zones, and the MC was getting busier and busier and you didn’t want Chibs to have to try and juggle a long distance relationship and focus on the club. So you mutually agreed that when you went to New York, you would break up. It was for the best.
“Am gonna phone Jax, tell him am not coming in today, and we are gonna spend our last day together, just me and you alright” you nodded into his chest before pulling away to make you both some tea to put into a flask. You then decided to make some breakfast like you normally did, and take it down to the beach for one last beach breakfast.
You both walked quietly hand in hand down to your usual spot on the beach. There was a hint of sadness in the air, and you were afraid that if you spoke you would just burst into tears, so you stayed quiet. Chibs laid out the blanket for you both and you sat down on it, pulling out the breakfast rolls and the tea from the small basket. Chibs was the first to break the silence.
“A just wanna say, these last 2 years have undoubtedly been the best of ma life Y/N, ye have made me the happiest man alive” You turned to look at him and saw he was barely keeping it together.
“I never thought I would fall in love with you Filip, I tried not to, but I knew the minute you dropped me home after our first date, I was in love with you” A lone tear escaped his eye and he angrily swiped it away.
You heard the rumble of bikes before you saw them, and when you turned around you saw the Sons walking down to where you and Chibs sat.
“A hope ye don’t mind, they wanted to say goodbye” you nodded at Chibs before squeezing his hand and standing up to greet the men. You never thought a goodbye to them would be hard either, but by the end of all the hugging and the goodbyes, there was not a dry eye to be seen.
“Come on lass, let’s get ye home ti get some rest before your flight in the morning” You said one last final goodbye to the Sons, the men that had all become your close friend, and headed back to your house with Chibs.
“I need to finish packing, can you help?” you asked Chibs. You packed pretty much everything in your house except of course the furniture, and your phone charger, toothbrush and hairbrush as you would need them in the morning. You packed the picture of you and Chibs, and the picture of you and the rest of the MC. You wanted them as a reminder of how much you were loved.
The rest of the day was spent with you both curled up on your sofa, just cuddling and reliving old memories. There were lots of tears, laughter, silence and more tears.
“Ye know, I will always love ye lass” Chibs reached out his hand and moved your hair from your eyes. “A have seen a lot of sad stuff, but what am feeling now is the saddest I’ve ever felt in ma life” Chibs was not hiding the fact he was upset anymore. All you could do to answer him was press your tear soaked lips onto his.
“Can we go to bed? I need to feel you against me one last time” Chibs nodded and you stood up and lead him to your shared bedroom which was basically empty besides the bed and a chest of drawers. You slowly undressed, and climbed into bed to wait for your boyfriend. Everything you both did at this point was full of sadness. Chibs gently grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you passionately.
“God am gonna miss these lips” he whispered against them.
“Please make love to me Filip” and he did. He did until the early hours of the morning before you both fell asleep in each others arms.
Your alarm went off at 6am, to indicate you had to get up. You woke up and instantly remembered that this morning was the last time you would ever see your boyfriend. He stirred beside you and opened his eyes and gave you a small smile. You could see he was thinking the same thing. Your flight was at 9am so you needed to leave soon to make it to the airport in plenty of time.
“I’ll drive ye love” Chibs said as he picked up the keys to your car that you drove to Charming in.
“No, if you come with me to the airport, there is a chance I won’t ever get on that plane” He tried to protest but you put your hand up to silence him. “Please, the goodbye is already going to be hard Filip, just let me drive myself” you pleaded with him. He reluctantly agreed.
“Again, thank you for the last 2 years, they really have been amazing” Chibs said as he pulled you into him for one last hug. “A know ye will kick ass in New York, and am really proud of ye”.
With one last final squeeze, one last final kiss, and one last final ‘I love you’ and a lot of tears you picked up your bags and suitcase and your car keys and left the man you have shared your left with for the last 2 years, the man you fell in love with, the man who owned your heart standing at the door heartbroken. Before you drove off, you turned to look at him and blew him a kiss, before leaving your past behind. Even though your heart was broken and the tears wouldn’t stop falling, a part of you was excited for the new chapter of your life.
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Guitar Man (Taeil)
Listen: Guitar Man ; Every time I’m With You ; New Kid in Town
Genre: white collar worker!Taeil, guitarist!Taeil, some angst, moonlighting
Words: 2, 217
It was another crowded night at Pandora's Box, the pub in town that your uncle owned. Lately there has been a guitar playing man who was drawing in hoards of people to visit, & your uncle couldn't be happier by the boom in business. You weren't into pubs or bars—the stale air & smell of booze was a big turn off for your sensitive sense of smell, & the songs that usually blared at a billion decibels were not your cup of tea. Your uncle was singing this guitar man praises every night when he came home from work, & it was driving you slightly mad.
Your friend, Taeyong, was absolutely floored that you have never heard this person live when your uncle literally ran the place. "Come on, Y/N, the guy's great! Just go listen once, trust me."
You gave in after 3 weeks, & visited the establishment on a Monday night where you hoped the crowds would be less compared to the weekends. The pub air hit your nostrils like a sucker punch & you silently gagged as you made your way to the bar. You recognized the bartender, it was Johnny, the gentle giant whom you've known since your uncle opened the place about 3 years ago.
"Hey Y/N! What're you doing here?" Johnny asked with a wave. He was aware you were not a big fan of pubs.
"Came to see the newest sensation, of course," you smiled wryly, sitting gingerly on the bar stool.
"Ah, Taeil. He's great, the bars been busier than Times Square on New Year's Eve these past weeks. I think boss is considering hiring him permanently," Johnny nodded. "Have you eaten?"
"Not yet."
"I'll get Kun to make some fish & chips for you."
Soon you were tucking into your fish & chips with some iced Ribena. It was starting to get really crowded, & Johnny eventually got busy enough that he was making 3 drinks at the same time. You were tempted to leave; the amount of people in the relatively large space was probably over the maximum capacity at this point, & people had to jostle their ways around trying to find seats. At 7:45 the band that was playing stopped, said their thanks, & got off the stage. A relatively short young man, clad in a striped shirt under an oversized denim jacket & his dark hair side swept, took their place, a black guitar case slung over his shoulder & a bottle of water in hand. The crowd started murmuring excitedly, which gave you all you needed to know—this young man was Taeil. You were startled by his appearance when he turned around—he was wearing a white half mask to cover the upper half of his face.
Taeil adjusted the mic to fit his smaller stature, & perched on the stool that had been brought out for him. You watched as he produced an acoustic guitar from the case, & tuned it. He cleared his throat, took a quick sip of water, cleared his throat once more, & leaned into the mic a little.
"Good evening everyone—"
The crowd interrupted him with hoots & cheers. You rolled your eyes. Let the man speak, dammit.
Taeil smiled politely as the cheers died down. "I hope you all enjoy yourselves tonight."
You pushed aside your empty plate, sipping your drink. A hush fell over the crowd as Taeil started playing.
"Are we going insane? Do we need to explain? I feel like we know it."
Your heart leaped. Taeyong & Johnny were wrong—he wasn't just good, he was damn good. The crowd slowed their activities, their eyes trained on him as he sang. The kitchen grew quieter as Johnny & Kun paused a moment to listen.
"I could lose it all it won't be daunting
Somehow I don't think I'd even care
Cuz every time I'm with you I feel wanted
We could make believers if we dared"
As he finished the song, the people sighed; some wiped their tears & kissed their significant others, while others wallowed in loneliness. Taeil realized the mixed reaction & wanted to stammer an apology, but the crowd burst into applause & screamed for another song. He took a swig of water & started on the next song.
"Baby I don't know why, but somehow I always seem to get tangled up in my pride"
Taeil's set ended at 9.30, much to the dismay of the crowd. He waved shyly as he hopped off the stage & disappeared through a back door. Johnny & Kun resumed their work. & you gulped down the rest of your drink. Taeil's set was over, there no longer was a reason to hang around. As you lay in bed later that night, your heart was still pounding, the sweet vocals resonating in you ears.
You found yourself at the pub after work the next day. Johnny looked up as you approached, & you knew he could tell you couldn't get enough of Taeil. At the same time as yesterday, Taeil took the stage at 7:45, & today he asked the band to accompany him as he played a rendition of Got My Mind Set On You, Oh Pretty Woman, & Part Time Lover.
"Okay break time everyone! I need to hydrate!" Taeil laughed, leaving the mic.
He squeezed past his adoring fans & made it to the bar, where he asked for some lemon tea. Johnny handed it to him, & he downed it pretty fast, almost choking on the ice.
"You okay?" You asked, offering some serviettes.
"Yeah, fine. Forgot my bottle," Taeil reassured. He flashed you a smile, before heading off to the stage again.
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Taeil scrubbed a hand over his eyes as the sun started to hang low. Work was exhausting as always, & he was more than ready to just up & leave the place. He glanced at his watch—4:55PM. 5 more minutes & he could clock out. He looked around to see what his colleagues were up to; Jungwoo was yawning widely as he typed away at his laptop, Yuta was scrawling away busily on some paper, probably doodling, & Jaehyun had his earphones plugged in—Taeil could make out some TV drama playing on Jaehyun's Netflix account. Taeil exhaled, glancing at his watch again.
Another 2 minutes to freedom.
He pushed his papers aside, pulling out a binder full of guitar chords from his bag. He flipped through the sheets to find a song to play at the pub. Are You Lonesome Tonight seemed good for a first song, maybe for the second song he could play—
"Aw yes! Finally time to leave this place!" Yuta announced loudly, standing up to stretch his arms.
"Not so loud! Do you want the boss to hear?" Taeil hissed, putting a finger to his lips.
"He left like 45 minutes ago," Jungwoo pointed out, shutting off his laptop.
"What? Really?" Jaehyun asked, taking his earphones out.
"Seriously? I thought you were watching that stupid TV drama because you knew he was gone!" Jungwoo exclaimed.
"No, I watched it because I don't want to do work. Tomorrow's a holiday for heaven's sakes why are we even here when we could've taken the day off."
"Oh whatever let's just get out of here," Yuta grumbled, packing up. "The pool table at Daydream is calling my name."
"Taeil, you joining us for pool?" Jungwoo asked. "Yuta is gonna go up against Doyoung later."
"No it's fine, I have something to do tonight. I'll see you all tomorrow, bye," Taeil said as he walked out the door.
He quickly got into his car, & drove home for a quick rinse. He found a clean shirt & threw on a black jacket & was out the door again with his guitar in hand. He was glad the owner of Pandora's Box let him play; he was tired of the tedious routine of his work days, & playing for the crowd for 1.5 hours was the one thing he looked forward to everyday, even if it meant he had to take a 2 hour drive to the pub. He had chanced upon the pub after the previous place he used to frequent got shut down due to poor business. He didn't even realize the crowds got less, as he was so focused on his playing.
Traffic was lighter than usual today, to which Taeil chalked up to being related to tomorrow being a public holiday, & most probably took the day off to make it a long weekend. He parked in his usual spot, & entered the front discreetly. It was pretty early, so there were only a handful of people inside. Johnny, the bartender, looked up as Taeil approached.
"Hey man, you're early today," he noted.
"Yeah, traffic was good. Can I get some water?"
Johnny slid him a glass of water.
"Is that musician gonna play tonight?"
Taeil almost choked on his water as he accidentally eavesdropped on the conversation of the fellas at the table behind him.
"I should think so."
"Tsk. What's so great about him? He just sings songs & strums his guitar. Anyone can do it!"
"Uh, I mean, not everyone has the—"
"Pass me a guitar & I could sing as good as him."
"Can you even play guitar."
"Does it matter?"
"Yes it does, you nitwit."
Taeil was mildly amused by the exchange, but also by the fact they thought they might like to take his place. In no way did he believe he was superior over them, but being a musician wasn't as easy as prancing on the stage with a guitar.
He wowed the crowd as always that night, and at 9.25 he looked at his binder stuffed with sheet music. What shall his final song be?
You watched intently form your seat, Taeyong cheering next to you; Taeil was absolutely glowing tonight, & everyone was all ears. He sang Elvis, & even played Piano Man by Billy Joel. You noticed the crowd seemed to be a little thin today, yet it didn't faze Taeil. He adjusted his mask, & picked up his guitar. A familiar set of chords filled your ears, & you inhale deeply.
"There's talk on the street it sounds so familiar. Great expectations, everybody's watching you."
You bit your lip slightly. What could Taeil possibly mean by playing this song? Was it just a song for tonight or did he have some intention to sing it?
"Johnny come lately
The new kid in town
Everybody loves you
So don't let them down"
The rest of the crowd did not seem to be worried by the song. After all, why should they? The guitar man was simply here to serenade them with his angelic vocals to help them forget about life for a while. You take a swig of your Ribena. You were probably just overthinking things. After all, this song was about fleeting romance. You glanced at Taeyong briefly, & he catches your eye. He smiles, & you feel your heart skip a beat.
"There's talk on the street, it's there to remind you
Doesn't really matter which side you're on
You're walking away, and they're talking behind you
They will never forget you 'til somebody new comes along"
As the pub emptied for closing, Taeil sat at the bar with a glass of water. Johnny was mopping up the beer some patron had spilled all over the floor, grumbling about how uncouth some people can get. Kun was singing softly in the kitchen as he washed up the dirty dishes in the sink, while his kitchen assistants cleaned the stoves & countertops. Taeil thumbed the rim of his glass, suddenly tired. Boy was he glad tomorrow was a holiday cuz he intended to sleep in late.
"You did well today, Taeil," the bar owner said as he rearranged the tables & chairs.
"Thank you, sir."
"Is something wrong?"
"Not at all, sir, just tired," Taeil admitted.
"Not surprised, you did go all out tonight," the owner nodded. "If you're too tired to make the drive home I think Johnny can let you stay in his place, can you Johnny?"
Johnny gave a thumbs up.
"Nah, I think I'll be fine."
The lightbulb above Taeil flickered. The bar owner frowned at it, muttering he should get a replacement bulb for that. Taeil stayed until the owner had to escort his employees out. Sitting in the driver seat of his car, Taeil watched as the lights went out before starting his car.
It was time to leave.
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"Is the Guitar Man coming back?"
"I don't know, maybe."
"I hope he does. He was fantastic."
Johnny looked up. The crowds were less now that Taeil hasn't returned to play for the past 5 days. The boss had called Taeil out of concern 3 days ago, lord knows what could've happened that night that he insisted on driving back despite his tiredness, & Taeil answered that he’s gone elsewhere to play. The boss was disappointed, but understood that sensations tend to fade out after their 15 minutes of fame.
Johnny returned to his chores; he too had been disappointed to hear Taeil left to go elsewhere to sing. Maybe one day the guitar man would return.
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A Perfect Match
Requested by @tina0555! This was incredibly fun to do, and I hope you enjoy!
AO3 Link || Masterpost
Pairing: Abigail/Farmer (No gender specified for farmer)
Fandom / Genre: Stardew Valley / Fluff
Summary: You return your gaze to the hills flashing by, fiddling with your half of a soul charm idly as you let your mind wander. Things already looked much more peaceful here, and when you spotted a sign saying it was only half a mile to Stardew Valley, well, you couldn't help the excitement that started to bubble in your heart.
Who knows, maybe you'd find that other half here.
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You stare at the charm resting comfortably on your chest as the hours drag by. You weren't sure what you were getting yourself into, going to Stardew Valley, but you dearly hoped it'd be a much better experience than working at Joja. It had never occurred to you that Grandpa had a farm this far from the city- yoba, you never expected him to have a farm at all.
But you were glad that it was now yours. A remote place and a fresh start seemed to be something you desperately needed.
You return your gaze to the hills flashing by, fiddling with your half of a soul charm idly as you let your mind wander. Things already looked much more peaceful here, and when you spotted a sign saying it was only half a mile to Stardew Valley, well, you couldn't help the excitement that started to bubble in your heart.
Who knows, maybe you'd find that other half here.
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Your first year in the valley was… an experience. Grandpa's farm had been closer to the mountains than you had been expecting, and you focused mostly on clearing the farm and growing crops. You had met everyone, got into some arguments with the local drunk because of his attitude, and hung around Linus or Willy in your off times when you were tired but it was still too early to sleep. You'd explore the mines on rainy days, and the further you went the more interesting things you found.
Abigail really liked the gems you would find. She was almost as excited as you when you had found a particularly sparkly amethyst! You saved it for her birthday, and she loved it. She was surprised you had even remembered her birthday.
You also got to know Marnie and Robin really well, constantly stopping by to buy a new farm building or supplies for a few of your new animals. Sam and Sebastian also became close friends, especially after you took interest in the band they were starting up.
Around winter, you didn't feel like much of an outsider anymore. Though you spent a lot of time in the mines during the frigid weather, you made sure on Fridays to stop by the Stardrop Saloon. After buying Sam a pizza and handing Sebastian another frozen tear you found, you'd give Abigail quartz, which she'd eat despite you telling her it wasn't good for her.
She'd laugh at your concern as you settle on the small couch beside her, watching the boys play pool and Sam once again having his butt kicked by Sebastian. Abigail talked mostly, complained about all the work she had to do over the weekend. But also some of her plans to go hang out in the forest near Marnie's.
Winter was also the season that you remembered your soul charm, often hidden under your shirt. You had been quite busy, and the only reminder you had a soulmate at all was whenever Alex made a comment about not knowing if he wanted to meet his, or Marnie mentioning how disappointing it was that Lewis wasn't hers despite them feeling like soulmates. Marnie only really talked about soulmates when she was really, really drunk though.
Jodi had her soulmate, a soldier named Kent. You were told he should be coming home soon… you couldn't wait to meet him, after hearing Vincent sounding so excited whenever his father was brought up. And… Jodi and Caroline seemed to be the only two with their soulmates, though Caroline talked less about Pierre unless it was to complain about how he worked too much. Willy claimed he had tossed his charm into the sea, Linus didn't have one for some reason either. Marlon refused to tell you about his when you asked one day, buying a new glow ring since your last one had gone missing. You hadn't asked anyone else about their soulmates. It seemed a bit too personal when you weren't great friends with too many people yet.
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Time flew by in your second year, too. You were even busier tending to more crops, going deeper in the mines, and caring for your animals. You also grew much closer to Abigail, Sam, and Sebastian, occasionally joining them to watch them practice when you weren't working or playing the harp with Abigail during the warmer seasons in the mountain.
An autumn one night as you were leaving the beach, you caught Abigail in the graveyard. After chatting for a few moments and showing her the one you always kept with you, in case of monsters, Pierre appeared to tell Abigail Caroline wanted her to help with dinner. You ran after her when she fled the scene and continued to talk about the mines and all the creatures you've encountered. You leave out the fact that you actually kill them.
And the year ends, almost as quickly as the first.
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Spring in your third year shook you a bit when Grandpa appeared, evaluating your work and achievements over the last two years. He didn't seem too impressed, which put a damper on your mood at the start of the season.
What did improve your mood though was when one morning you woke up and found a letter from Abigail in your mailbox. Your heart skipped a beat as you read and saw she signed it as 'Abby', something you thought adorable, and you made a mental note to visit her later.
Over the last two years, you had gotten particularly close to Abigail. You loved listening to her talk, enjoyed seeing her eyes dance in excitement as you presented a jewel to her, or told her about one of your adventures… you ended up making it a habit to stop by and say hello when she was in her room, but it'd been a while since you visited her. There was an extra bounce in your step as you got to work.
After a long day of tending to the farm and sparing a trip to the beach to fish, you had almost forgotten to visit Abigail until you saw the letter on your table. You made your way to Pierre's store and walked in just before it was gonna close, and grinned as Abigail pulled you into her room.
She shows off the spirit board she has, and you listen to her explain the multitude of things on it. It isn't until you ask about a certain message - one with some things you can't really read from your place but you do see a drawing of a circle cracked down the middle, lines swirling together from both sides, half of it you think you recognize - and her face flushes a deep red and her words start to fumble until she just rushes you out, bidding you goodnight. You blink as the door to her room slams closed and glance around. Neither of her parents seemed to be around, and you notice it's gotten late, so you make your way home, still confused about what all that was about.
You were about to start on your chores when you were startled by Abigail on your doorstep. She apologized for the night before, and you're still very confused and reassure her it's alright but you don't know if she heard you since she left the farm as soon as she apologized.
It isn't until you're done with feeding your animals and watering your crops do you realize what the drawing on the spirit board was. And why you pointed out that message in particular.
Trying to remember the drawing to the best of your ability, you look down at the charm around your neck. You curse under your breath as you quickly put away your tools and run down the path to Pierre's store. You're pretty sure Abigail will be there, but first you think you should buy something, so you hope Abigail is at least in her room.
Even if your charms didn't match, didn't fit together perfectly… you don't really care. You hoped you weren't jumping to conclusions as you caught your breath, walking into Pierre's store and walking right up to the business man. You smiled as usual, but kept your voice down.
"Is Abigail here?" You ask, and Pierre shakes his head.
"Up by Robin's, I believe. Why, if I may ask?"
You shake your head. "No reason, just... wanted her input on something." You grab some money from your pocket, and lay it on the counter. "But I also wanted to buy something."
After buying what you wanted from Pierre, you force yourself not to rush to the mountain lake where you were told Abigail would be. Looking at your watch, you guessed she was playing her flute, or maybe just sitting under one of the trees.
And once you get there, your mouth runs dry as you approach the purple-haired girl, lost in her own world as she plays her instrument. You take a deep breath, and smile as you tap her shoulder, one hand kept behind your back.
She seems startled, but relaxes as soon as her thoughts catch up and she smiles gently. "Sorry, I didn't expect to see you today. You don't usually come up here on Wednesdays…"
You shrug. "I wanted to talk to you, about what I saw yesterday. And I wanted to ask you something." You watch as her face dusts crimson again, and she doesn't meet your eyes. "I'll leave if you don't want to talk about it, though. And I won't bring it up again if you're uncomfortable with me doing so."
She fiddles with the flute in her hands, playing a silent song with it, maybe to calm any nerves. Abigail had been hoping you wouldn't pursue the topic. But she should've guessed you'd want to talk about it.
"... Alright."
You smile reassuringly, even though you know she isn't watching you. "You doodled our soul charms together, that's what that message was about." Abigail nods.
"I forgot I had it up there, until you pointed it out." She exhales slowly, finally meets your eyes and she relaxes when she finds no disgust in them. "I've done it before, a few times only though, with small crushes on the kids in school… they never ended up being my soulmate, though. So I stopped checking, but still doodled soul charms with mine anyway."
"So, you have a crush on me?" You ask, smile never faltering, your grip on the object behind you tightening just a bit more.
Her face turns a slightly deeper shade of red, and she nods.
"Then, do you want to try dating?"
Abigail's brows furrow, and she's about to ask what you mean until there's a bouquet in front of her. She recognizes it instantly, having helped her father put the bouquet together, and she stumbles over her words for a moment.
"But- but what about our- the charms? You don't want to see if they match?"
You shrug. "If you want, we can definitely see. But even if we weren't soulmates, I would wanna try dating."
Abigail stares at you in silence for a moment, mouth agape as she tries to think of what she wants to say. "But what about our actual soulmates, then?" She asks finally.
"People don't always get together with their soulmate. I mean, just look at Sebastian's parents."
She seems like she's about to say something against that, but changes her mind, and finally, Abigail nods. "Alright."
You brighten a bit. "You'd like to go out?"
Abigail nods again, smile widening as you pass her the flowers and she holds them to her chest. "You picked out one of my favorites."
"Yeah, it was hard getting your dad to stop talking about which ones were the best to try and see if you had told him which ones you liked most." She laughs at that, nodding in understanding. When her laughter dies down, you tilt your head and tap where your soul charm is. "Do you want to see if they match?"
Abigail stares at the charm resting on your chest for a moment before she reaches towards her own, tugging it out from under her shirt and she nods, holding it up. You step close and bring yours up to meet hers.
They fit together perfectly.
#Stardew valley#sdv#sdv abigail#Abigail/player#Abigail/farmer#sdv farmer#sdv player#fanfic#soulmate au#fluff#alternate universe#amberskywrites#ambersky
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ENDGAME STUDY ! SAKYO FURUICHI PART 2
Very late update ! sorry since I kinda busy with these quarantine things. Lucky or not I’m still doing my life same as always, work and it’s busier than usual so lately I just post game informations which don’t took my time too much
BUT onward after part 3 maybe I don’t post translations much, with quarantine time means use free time at fullest so I gonna learn drawing chibis (one of my hobbies that doesn’t even start) except I found good Sakyo stories why ? Anyone here FGO JP players ? I love Dioscuri soo much to the point I want to try draw them in chibis !!! (aww... I really weak on twins, before Dui and it’s basically same gemini characters XD)
Okay now I’m finished throwing all my mind (lol), like always Japanese and English isn’t my mother language so bear with me !
Izumi : Ah, Sakyo-san. You're still reading profilesheet I see
Sakyo : Yeah. Seems he’s set as oppressor king
Izumi : Then, "My order are absolute !" ...like that ?
Sakyo : What's with that line. This isn't King's game
Izumi : Ahaha, as expected it's no good
Sakyo : ...
Wait... maybe that's not a bad idea
Izumi : ?
Sakyo : Oi, Chigasaki
Itaru : Why sour face. Sakyo-san
Sakyo : You're the one didn't turn off the bathroom's light isn't
Itaru : Eh, didn't I turn it off
Sakyo : It's not about didn't or don’t. You can't even just turn off one light
Next time you doing that again, no game understood
Itaru : Eh...I'm sorry... But is this just me or you become more scary than usual
Sakyo : Hm
Itaru : Just what...
Kazunari : Pudding pudding~
Ah, there's juice too
that's right, add Omimi's excersive cream from his handmade cake
oh yeah, there's strawberry too ! add them all for my pudding--
Sakyo : That’s enough !
Kazunari : Uwa !
Sakyo : That refrigator will broken if you keep opened like that !
There's rule one person use refrigator only three times per day
Kazunari : Eh !? I don't know there's rule like that !
Sakyo : It started from today, just obey it
Kazunari : Uwaa, Furuche-san so tyrant !
Sakyo : Fushimi, don't use more onion and celery in there. You already use it on soup isn't
Omi : Haha, I understand *
Sakyo : Bon, turn off the dryer. After three minutes just let it dry itself
Azami : Haa ? No way. It damaged my tip hair
Sakyo : No butts
Kazunari : Is this just me or today's Furuche-san kinda weird ?
Itaru : Same
Omi : If you mean his saving ways, isn't he same as always ? *
Azami : No, he's more noisy than usual
Izumi : Ah, maybe he trying to deepening his roleplay
Itaru : Roleplay ?
Izumi : For next week event Sakyo-san play as oppressor king in chess
Omi : Then, for weeks he's still be like that
Kazunari : No way !
Azami : Uwa, really...
Itaru : Please comeback to your previous version
Sakyo : Have complaint
Azami : Here's stupid Sakyo
Sakyo : Shut up. Anyone think I'm stupid enough just back out
Itaru : You already mastered this kind of roleplay so stop practicing for more **
Kazunari : That's so dictatory~ !
Azami : Haa... I hope that event finish faster
No things need to point out for this part so...just my personal comment a bit XD
* I’m suprised Omi keep calm, he even think it’s normal in that situation... as expected from Autumn troupe mediator
** I agree on this (lol) You’re Yakuza executive as main job, sir ! Just doing same as your job and it’s fine so why you added your saving ways of live too !!!
#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#Sakyo Furuichi#omi fushimi#kazunari miyoshi#itaru chigasaki#weekly sakyo joke for next part
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Do I Know You?
Jisung was tired.
He’d been up most of the night working on a new song, completely forgetting that he’d switched shifts with Hyunjin and would now be working mornings at the coffee shop.
The mornings were a lot busier than the mid-afternoon shifts he was used to working, and even though he’d downed four cups of coffee, by the time the end of his shift was drawing near, Jisung was practically the walking dead.
“Jisungie?”
Jisung lifted his head from his cupped hand where, no, he had not been napping, and blinked at the boy in front of him.
“I didn’t know you worked here!” the boy gasped, obviously thrilled to see Jisung.
Jisung stared at him, his sleep deprived brain failing to put a name to the smiling face in front of him. But the boy clearly knew him, so Jisung did his best to lace familiarity into his voice as he answered, “Ah, yeah, I just switched shifts. I used to do afternoons.”
The boy pouted slightly, “No more Hyunjinnie in the mornings then?”
“Nope, sorry.”
“That’s okay,” the kid offered Jisung another bright smile. “I get to see you now.”
The more Jisung looked at him, the blanker his mind went. He couldn’t conjure a name and, if he was being honest, he didn’t even recognize his face. And he had a great face. Jisung was sure he would be able to remember a face like that, even when he was half dead.
“So, um, what can I get you?” Jisung needed to get the boy out of here before it became obvious that he had no idea who he was.
“Just a medium iced Americano please.”
Jisung tapped it into the register and then, feeling guilty about not recognizing someone who very clearly knew him, deleted it, “It’s on the house.”
The boy withdrew the hand that had been holding a few bills out to Jisung and raised his eyebrow, “Really? Are you sure?”
“Of course,” Jisung hurried away from the register and quickly made the drink, pressing it into the boy’s hand when he returned. He noticed that there was a slight tinge of pink to the other boy’s cheeks as he took the drink, and the smile he offered Jisung this time was a bit softer, a bit more intimate.
“Thanks, Jisungie.” He took a sip of the beverage and gave a little wave as he backed out of the small cafe, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Jisung nodded. “See you tomorrow.”
-
When Minho collapsed into his seat next to Woojin in their morning lecture, he dropped his head onto his friend’s shoulder and moaned, “I’m the dumbest idiot on the planet.”
Woojin didn’t disagree and Minho lifted his head slightly to glare at him. Woojin rolled his eyes and took the bait, “Okay, fine. What happened?”
“Jisung happened!”
Woojin blinked at him, “I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that one.”
“So, you know Jisung, right?”
“I do not know Jisung,” Woojin said slowly. “I have heard of Jisung. He makes music with Chan sometimes.”
“Yes, right, him,” Minho was now sitting up fully, his head no longer on Woojin’s shoulder. He looked frenzied as he attempted to explain. “I saw him tagged in a photo on Chan’s instagram once and he was super cute so I kinda went to his instagram to look, just the once, and before I knew it that turned into looking at his instagram all the time and checking his twitter and listening to the music on his soundcloud…”
“You’ve been stalking him, is what you’re trying to say.”
Minho smacked him on the arm, “Not stalking! Just checking up on him. Occasionally. Okay, more than occasionally. Quite often.”
“Continue.”
“So I went to the cafe that I go to literally every morning, except Hyunjin wasn’t behind the counter today. Jisung was. And I maybe sort of forgot that I don’t actually know him. And I said his name. Out loud. To him. In a very excited tone.” With each word, Minho sunk further and further down into his seat, nearly on the floor as he finished, “So then I had to act like I actually knew him, because why else would I be enthusiastically yelling his name in a coffee shop? He went along with it and was really friendly, but I could tell he was trying to place me and coming up blank, but I couldn’t just be like haha sorry you don’t know me, I’ve just been stalking you on social media for three months, don’t worry about not recognizing me.”
“So you are stalking him.”
“Shut up,” Minho grumbled. The professor entered the classroom and Minho sat back up, pulling out a notebook so it looked like he was actually do something. He spent the whole class with his earlier interaction with Jisung on a constant loop in his head. The more he went over it, the more he cringed.
He was such an idiot.
-
“Hey, Hyunjin, how well do you know the regulars?” Jisung’s shift was finally over, but he had some information to gather before he could go home and crash. “Like is there anyone you know by name?”
“A few people,” Hyunjin finished tying his apron around his slim waist and glanced at Jisung. “Why?”
“There was a guy today,” Jisung fiddled with the strings of his own apron. “He knew your name. So I thought maybe you might know his.”
“What did he look like?”
Jisung had always been awful at describing people and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force an image of the boy into his head, “Um, really pretty. With brown hair and a little freckle on the end of his nose. He was wearing a striped button down.”
“Minho.”
“Minho,” Jisung rolled the name over his tongue. It was common, but unfamiliar in his own life. He didn’t know any Minhos.
“He is into dudes, if that’s what this is about. I also happen to know that he’s single.” Hyunjin ran a hand through his hair and jerked his thumb towards the front of the cafe, “I have to get to work, but if he comes in tomorrow, I say go for it.”
“That’s not why I was asking,” Jisung called after Hyunjin as he left. It wasn’t, but it was helpful information nonetheless. Maybe Jisung had met him at a bar once, or a club, or a party thrown by mutual friends. Jisung’s memory was awful when he was drunk.
Even though he was still unable to place him, at least he had a name to go with the face now.
-
Jisung was wide awake and ready the next morning when Minho wandered in. It was fifteen minutes into the start of Jisung’s shift and he hadn’t expect to see the other boy so soon, but he was happy he wouldn’t have to spend the whole rest of his shift on edge, waiting for him to come in.
“Good morning, Minho!”
The shock that rolled over Minho’s face had Jisung wincing. Clearly his performance yesterday hadn’t been as convincing as he had hoped. Minho must have realized Jisung didn’t recognize him.
“Same as yesterday?” Jisung chirped, wondering if he should apologize now for not recognizing the other boy. He decided not to. Not until he figured out how he actually knew him. Then he’d set things straight. “Medium iced Americano?”
“Yes, please.”
Jisung made the drink and slid it across the counter to Minho, waving away the bills when Minho tried to pay. He still felt guilty.
“You can’t keep giving me free drinks, Jisungie,” even though he was protesting, Minho put the money back in his pocket anyway. “You’ll get in trouble.”
Jisung just shrugged, “It’s okay. You can start paying again tomorrow.”
Minho took a small sip from his drink before he gave Jisung a slight smile, “Thanks.”
Jisung bit down on his bottom lip and came to a decision. Maybe if he talked to Minho enough, he’d get a clue as to where he knew him from, “I’m glad I switched shifts. Since it means I get to see you now.”
Minho choked on his drink, coughing loudly as Jisung scampered around the counter. He placed a hand on Minho’s back and rubbed soothingly, concern flooding his eyes as the other boy tried to get his breathing back under control.
“Sorry,” Minho gasped, voice raspy from his fit. “Went down the wrong way.”
“No worries,” Jisung removed his hand and stepped back. “You good?”
Minho nodded, clutching his coffee close and staring at Jisung with an expression the barista was having a hard time reading, “I’m good, yeah. I, uh, I have to get to class.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Minho’s cheeks were red as he parroted the same words back at Jisung before turning and practically sprinting out of the cafe. Jisung watched him go, lips pursed.
He still didn’t have the faintest clue how he knew him.
-
Minho was warming up, his hands gripping the foot of the leg stretched out in front of him, when Hyunjin crossed the studio to come sit beside him.
“So,” Hyunjin dropped into a butterfly, his forehead touching his feet, “did Jisung ask you out today?”
Minho switched legs and watched a deep blush work its way up his face in the mirror, “What? No, why would he do that?”
Hyunjin sat back up and shrugged, crossing one arm across his chest and hooking his other elbow around it, “I don’t know. He asked me for your name yesterday. I figured he wanted to know cause he had a thing for you. I told him to go for it.”
“While your attempts at playing matchmaker are appreciated, I’m pretty sure Jisung does not have a thing for me.” At least that explained how he knew Minho’s name this morning. “What did he say about me? When he asked?”
Hyunjin switched arms, “He said you were pretty, had brown hair and a little freckle on your nose. And that you were wearing stripes.”
“He said I was pretty?”
“He actually said really pretty, but I didn’t think you needed that much of an ego boost.” Hyunjin spread his legs and held his hands out to Minho, waiting as Minho copied him and grabbed them. They took turns stretching. “I didn’t have a lot of time to talk cause I had to get to work, but I told him you liked dudes and that he should totally go for it. Maybe he’ll ask tomorrow.”
“I don’t think he’s going to ask me out,” Minho released his hands from Hyunjin’s and stood up, rotating his torso as he did. “He just wanted to know my name because I knew his.”
“He might ask you out,” Hyunjin stayed on the floor. “He’s bi.”
“He’s not going to ask me out,” Minho hurried across the room, dropping down by his bag and taking a long swig from his water bottle .
“Not with that attitude he’s not,” Hyunjin called after him.
-
“Earth to Jisung,” Chan waved his hand in front of the younger boy’s face and he startled, blinking back to reality. There was a concerned look on Chan’s face, “Is everything okay? You’ve been really distracted tonight.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Jisung ran a hand through his thick blonde hair, sighing as it flopped back over his forehead. “Just got a lot on my mind.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
Jisung considered it for a second. Chan was extremely friendly and outgoing, and seemed to know almost everyone on campus. It was possible he’d met Minho at one of Chan’s parties. At the very least, it wouldn’t hurt to ask.
“Do you know a guy named Minho? Brown hair, freckle on his nose, likes to wear stripes?”
Chan nodded, “That’s Lee Minho. He’s a junior. Dance major. Is into dudes, if you’re interested.”
“Why does everyone assume I’m trying to get in his pants?” Jisung huffed. “Do you know if we’ve ever hung out? Like at one of your parties or something?”
Chan gave him a weird look, “How would I know if you’ve hung out with Minho?”
“I don’t know,” Jisung turned back to his laptop and the song they’d been working on. “Forget it.”
“Why are you asking?”
Jisung spun his chair back around, “I switched shifts at the cafe where I work. Now I do the mornings. And he came in the first day and called me by my name and clearly knew me. But I can’t remember ever meeting him. I don’t want to hurt his feelings by letting him know that I have no idea who he is, so I’ve been trying to figure it out on my own, but I haven’t come up with anything. I probably met him drunk at one of your parties and forgot about it.”
“Maybe,” Chan turned his attention back to his own computer. “I’ll ask him. I won’t let him know that you can’t remember, but next time I see him, I’ll find out.”
-
It had been two weeks since Jisung switched to morning shifts, and Minho still wasn’t used to the bright happy smile that greeted him every time he went to get his coffee. Surprisingly, Jisung was still playing along, acting as if he actually knew Minho. They actually begun chatting a lot and sometimes Jisung’s banter even crossed into the flirty zone. He was comfortable around Minho as if they were actually acquaintances and Minho wondered how much of it was just an act. Minho kept the act up on his end as well, too embarrassed to tell the boy that they had never met before that first morning at the cafe. He was honestly hoping he would never have to explain.
Minho was on his way back to his apartment after his morning class when an arm fell across his shoulders, “Long time no see, mate.”
“Hey, Chan.”
Chan’s eyes dropped to the half empty coffee cup in Minho’s hand and he hummed lightly, “Is that the shop where Jisung works?”
“Yeah.”
“How do you know Jisung anyway? We were hanging out, working on some music the other night, and he mentioned that he’s been seeing you a lot now that he switched shifts. He never told me how you know each other though.”
Chan’s arm suddenly felt very heavy and Minho laughed, hoping it came across as breezy and casual, “We just know each other from the cafe.”
Chan frowned at that, his eyebrows drawing in, and Minho knew. He knew Chan knew that wasn’t true. Jisung must have asked him to fish around.
Luckily Chan didn’t question him and Minho ducked out from under his arm as the cafeteria came into view, “I have to go, sorry. I’m meeting some of the dance guys for lunch.”
Chan nodded, but Minho could tell his mind was a million miles away. Cursing himself for being stupid enough to yell out Jisung’s name that first day, Minho pulled out his phone and started searching for other coffee shops in the area.
He could never go back to the one Jisung worked at. Not if he wanted to keep any of his dignity.
-
Since the day Chan had informed Jisung that Minho said they met at the cafe, Jisung hadn’t seen Minho around. He’d stopped coming in every morning and Jisung was confused.
Why was Minho saying they’d met at the cafe, when he’d clearly known who Jisung was before that first morning? Was he embarrassed about where they’d met? Had they drunkenly made out at a party and he just didn’t want to admit it to Chan?
When Hyunjin came in to relieve him, Jisung figured it couldn’t hurt to ask, “Has Minho been coming in during your shifts? I haven’t seen him in a few days.”
Hyunjin shook his head, “He’s been in class, but I haven’t seen him around here. Maybe he’s cutting out coffee.”
“You have class with him?” Jisung hesitated, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought. “Could you ask him something for me?”
Hyunjin shrugged, “Yeah, sure.”
“Ask him if he’ll meet me here. Tomorrow morning, around the time he usually comes in for coffee. I’m off tomorrow.”
“I knew you wanted to ask him out! I told him!” Hyunjin looked triumphant. “I told him so many times.”
“I’m not...whatever. If that’ll get him here then, yeah, sure, it’s a date.” Jisung scribbled his phone number on a napkin and held it out to Hyunjin. “Give him this too.”
“You guys are going to be so cute together,” Hyunjin reached out and gave Jisung’s cheek a pinch before taking the napkin. “I’m thrilled.”
“Don’t get too excited, he might not show.”
“He’ll show,” Hyunjin assured him. “He was very interested in the fact that you called him pretty.”
Jisung threw his apron at Hyunjin, “Why did you tell him that?”
Hyunjin ducked out of the way, laughing, “He wanted to know what you said about him. So I told him.”
“No wonder he stopped coming here,” Jisung’s lips drew down into a pout. “Between you and Chan, he obviously knows I’ve been asking around about him. I scared him away.”
“Don’t worry, Sungie,” Hyunjin leaned over the counter and ruffled Jisung’s hair. “You’re too cute to resist for long. He’ll be here tomorrow. I’m sure of it.”
-
Minho took a deep breath as he stood outside the cafe, smoothing his hands over the navy and red striped shirt he was wearing. When Hyunjin had told Minho that Jisung wanted to meet him, he thought the other boy was messing with him. But then he’d presented Minho with Jisung’s number on a napkin, a small heart drawn next to the digits. When Minho had texted it to confirm it was actually Jisung, he’d received a pouty picture of the younger boy and a proclamation that he’d missed him.
Minho couldn’t ignore those puppy dog eyes and he’d agreed to meet with Jisung. He’d been up all night, trying to come up with a good reason for how he knew the other boy, but the more he thought about lying to him, the more his gut twisted. He didn’t want to out himself as a weird stalker who’d been pining over Jisung for months, but to just dismiss it off-hand with something as simple as ‘we met at a party’ seemed so wrong.
Jisung deserved the truth.
When Minho finally worked up the nerve to push into the cafe, he saw Jisung already waiting for him in the corner, two iced Americanos on the table. He glanced up at the sound of the bell and a smile overtook his face when he saw Minho.
Jisung stood up, waving wildly, as if the cafe wasn’t tiny and Minho might actually miss him sitting there. He looked adorable, dwarfed by the large pink sweater he was wearing, and Minho wanted to cry. Hyunjin had been unclear if this was actually a date or not, but if it was, Jisung certainly wouldn’t be asking him on a second one, not after he found out about Minho stalking him on instagram. The happiness that was currently filling his eyes would be replaced with disgust once Minho revealed the truth.
Minho crossed to the table and was immediately engulfed in a hug, sweater paw covered hands wrapping tight around his body. Minho hugged him back, hooking his chin over Jisung’s shoulder and relishing in the opportunity he never thought he would get.
“Thank you for coming,” Jisung pulled away, his hand trailing along Minho’s hip for a few seconds before he withdrew it completely from his body and re-took his seat. “I wasn’t sure if you would.”
“Of course I came,” Minho grabbed the coffee, just so he would have something to do with his hands, and took a sip. “Why did you think I wouldn’t come?”
A dusting of rose colored Jisung’s cheeks, “I thought I scared you away. I know you know I’ve been asking around about you.”
Minho blinked, feeling guilty. He had never meant for Jisung to take his disappearance as something his actions had caused, “I’m sorry for making you think that. You didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t mind you asking about me.”
Jisung took a deep breath and focused his gaze on his coffee. He looked embarrassed.
Minho reached out towards Jisung’s side of the table, his palm up, “Hey, whatever you have to say, don’t be nervous. I won’t judge you.”
Jisung glanced up through his lashes, offering Minho a small smile before he slid his hand into Minho’s own. After a few beats of silence and one more deep breath, he spoke, “I’m really really sorry. But I can’t remember how I met you.”
Minho’s hand tightened against Jisung’s and the other boy looked up, nerves in his eyes. He tried to inch his hand away and Minho wanted so desperately to grab it and never let him go, but he knew once he revealed his truth, Jisung wouldn’t want to be touching him anyway. So he let him withdraw it and returned his own hand to his lap.
“That, um, that’s not your fault either.” Minho just had to say it and get it out of the way. There was no use in dragging it out, “We never actually met until that first day you were working the morning shift. I, um,” Minho focused his gaze on a scratch in the wood of their table, “I saw you tagged in a photo on Chan’s instagram a few months ago. And I thought you were really cute. So I kinda kept checking all your social media accounts. When I came in here that day and saw you, your name just came out. I could tell you didn’t know who I was, but I had to act like I knew you or out myself as a creep, so I just went with it. And you were so sweet for playing along.” Minho was scared to look up and see Jisung’s reaction. Instead he stood, “I’ll go now. I’m really sorry.”
“No!” a hand wrapped itself around his wrist, the small fingers drowning under a long pink sleeve. “You don’t have to go.”
Minho risked a glance at Jisung and saw he was staring at him, cheeks still beautifully rosy. He didn’t look horrified, so Minho slowly returned to his seat. Jisung’s fingers drifted down from his wrist to Minho’s own and the younger boy laced them together, eyes locked on Minho’s.
“You were so excited to see me. That first day. No one’s ever said my name like that before. Like seeing me was the best part of their day.”
“Seeing you always is the best part of my day.”
“I felt so bad,” Jisung’s eyes flicked down to their entwined fingers, a small smile on his lips. “For not knowing you. You were so nice and so beautiful and so happy to see me all the time, I felt like such an idiot for not being able to place you. I could tell you cared about me just from the way you talked to me, and I wanted to remember who you were. I wanted to know what kind of history we had that made you so thrilled to be around me.”
“No history,” Minho laughed, wincing a little at how self-deprecating he sounded even to his own ears. “Just my weird creepy internet crush.”
“This is our history now,” Jisung gestured around the mostly empty cafe. “And we have a fun story for when people ask us how we got together.”
“Everyone’s gonna think we’re idiots.”
“We are idiots,” Jisung grinned, leaning across the table. Minho laughed and met him halfway, his free hand coming up to cup Jisung’s full cheek as they kissed softly.
When they pulled apart a minute later, Hyunjin was standing by the table, his hand over his heart and a fond smile on his lips, “I knew you two would be beautiful together. What did I tell you, Jisung, the first time you asked about Minho? I told you to go for it. And, Minho? What did I say when we talked about Jisung? I told you he was going to ask you out. I did this.”
Jisung balled up his napkin at threw it at Hyunjin, “Yes, you and your lazy ass refusing to wake up for the early shift did indeed do this. But that’s the only time I’ll say it, so take whatever satisfaction you get from that and leave us alone.”
“You’re welcome,” Hyunjin sing-songed, before sauntering back behind counter.
“Yeah, yeah, thank you, Hyunjin,” Jisung muttered under his breath before returning his gaze to Minho, a massive smile spilling across his lips. “Kiss me again?”
Minho leaned in, but the second before Jisung’s mouth met his he pulled back, laughing at the high pitched whine that escaped Jisung’s lips, “Does this mean I get free coffee again?”
“You’ll have no coffee and no kisses if you keep this up,” Jisung puckered his lips and Minho laughed again, softly caressing Jisung’s cheek with his thumb.
“I can’t risk that,” he agreed. He dropped a quick kiss on Jisung’s warm cheek before pressing in and whispering against his mouth, “But if I have to choose to just one, I’ll take the kisses.”
#minsung#han jisung#lee know#kind of a coffee shop au#but totally in the coffee shop#one day I'll write a full coffee shop au#i hated the story i posted yesterday so i felt the need to write something else and get it posted asap#i like this one a lot better
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Strawberry Milk
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Friends to lovers, romance, fluff
Word Count: 5.7k
Content/Warnings: You and Taehyung “platonically” sharing a bed. You crushing Taehyung with your entire body while rollerskating. Going on a long drive and lying in a field with Taehyung while you stargaze.
Summary: Growing up, your little brother Jimin used to follow you around like a duckling. And wherever he went, so did his best friend, Taehyung. That made two ducklings. Although he was only a couple of years younger than you, you always saw him as a baby, like a second little brother. You didn’t expect that would ever change.
A/N: This was supposed to be for Tae’s birthday but I couldn’t finish it in time because time is an illusion
Strawberries, milk, sugar. Three simple ingredients. The flavors of your childhood. A foolproof combination that never failed to put a smile on your face. The nostalgic taste that brings back memories of those days at the strawberry field. The simplicity of youth.
You have known Taehyung for as long as you can remember. He was Jimin’s best friend, and still is, as a matter of fact.
As children, they went everywhere with you. You were only a couple years older, but to them, you seemed much bigger. You were the authority figure when there were no adults around. You made all the decisions. They followed you to the playground, the candy store, the ice cream parlor, and when they were old enough, they went with you to and from school. Your own friends accepted the three of you as a package. They understood that wherever you went, Jimin and Taehyung would follow.
Your favorite place to go was the strawberry field down the street from your house. It was a big open patch where the reddest, plumpest strawberries grew. You took the boys there where they could run around and play while you entertained your current hobby: be it reading, writing, or sometimes drawing. Taehyung loved it especially. Strawberries were his favorite fruit. He loved frolicking through the fragrant patch and picking the juiciest strawberries to snack on when he got hungry. At the end of the day, he would stuff some berries in his pocket and bring them back to your house, where he would mash them up with some milk and sugar to make fresh strawberry milk for all of you. These were his happiest memories.
Taehyung was more than just your brother’s best friend. You spent so much time together, it was like he was your second brother. As if you had twin baby brothers instead of just the one.
Jimin and Taehyung have always been quite similar, but also different. They both love to play sports, dance, and play video games. But Taehyung is more into superhero movies, while Jimin loves horror. You also have an inclination to horror, so your most of movie nights were supernatural thriller or gory slasher films. All of which gave Taehyung nightmares, but he put up with it because you were his best friends. Oftentimes after a horror movie, Taehyung would ask to stay in your room, and you would let him sleep on your bed while clutching one of your stuffed rabbits. And of course, Jimin joined in, too. However, as they grew older, the three of you got too big to fit on your bed, so the boys stayed together in Jimin’s room from then on. Taehyung took your rabbit with him.
For a long time, you didn’t stop seeing them as the babies they once were. From time to time, when you went to the grocery store, you would see a little boy in a puffy jacket much like the ones Taehyung and Jimin used to have, and think that boy looks a lot like my brother. But then either Jimin or Taehyung would walk up next to you and you’d remember that both of them are now much taller than you.
Before you knew it, high school came along. There was no more time for going to the strawberry patch and picking strawberries. Taehyung switched to boxed strawberry milk, which his girlfriend brought to lunch for him every day from her parents’ grocery store. It wasn’t the same, but it still made Taehyung happy.
Jimin also had a girlfriend, and they mostly kept to themselves. He still hung out with you and Taehyung after school, but weekends were always spent with her. You liked both of their girlfriends. They were nice. However, the boys preferred to spend their time alone with them, so you never really got to know them.
Although they had their own lives, they were still always there when you needed them. When your high school sweetheart dumped you, just days before graduation, Jimin and Taehyung dropped everything to comfort you. They bought snacks and rented movies and Taehyung made you some fresh strawberry milk. You immediately felt better because you were all together.
When you started university, you had to move away from home. It was the first time you three had been separated in what felt like your entire life. For the first semester, you and the boys texted almost everyday, but as time went on and you all got busier, the communication dwindled. Although, Taehyung still tried to video chat with you at least once a week. But two years later, when Taehyung and Jimin started school at the same university, the three of you got back together like you were never apart.
When Jimin and Taehyung applied to live in the dorms, they both wrote in the application that they wanted to room with each other. Unfortunately, they did not get their wish. The housing department stuck them each with a random stranger as a roommate. Although everyone filled out a survey during the application period so that they could be paired with someone with similar interests, they couldn’t be more different from the people they were assigned to live with.
Because of this, the boys like to escape their roommates and hang out together at your place, where they don’t have to share a couch and a TV with the entire floor. Since you aren’t a freshman anymore, you’re allowed to live off campus in a nearby apartment. You have your own room and just one apartment-mate, who is rarely home and spends most of her time at her boyfriend’s place.
On this particular night, Jimin got to pick which movie you guys would watch, and he chose some new interactive psychological thriller on Watchflux. Jimin’s sitting on the couch, sifting through the other options available on the streaming website and snacking on his favorite candy, while Taehyung is sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him with a large basket of strawberries he bought at the market earlier today. You pour yourself a glass of milk in the kitchen and grab the bowl of popcorn you had popped and walk back into the living room, placing yourself on the couch beside your brother.
“There’s plenty of room on the couch, Tae. Why are you sitting on the floor?” you ask, popping a piece of popcorn in your mouth.
“It’s comfortable here. Plus, I don’t want to accidentally get strawberry mush on your couch.”
“So you’d rather stain the carpet?” you tease.
Taehyung frowns.
You sigh wistfully and ask, “Taehyung, how many strawberries do you think you’ve eaten? In your entire life.”
He furrows his brows, thinking. “Not sure. One million? Two million? Maybe even three million? All plausible answers.”
“You really think you’ve eaten over a million strawberries?”
“Don’t underestimate me,” he says before biting into another strawberry and flicking away the stem.
“And Jimin.” Your brother pauses with a fistful of candy halfway to his mouth. “How many gummy worms do you think you’ve eaten? You know all that sugar isn’t good for you.”
He lowers his hand. “Hey! Don’t tell me how to live my life! You’re not mom! And what about you? You really think all that milk you drink is still gonna make you grow? You’re 20 years old! You’re not gonna get any taller.” Jimin then shoves the handful into his mouth.
“You’re such a child.”
“I’m only two years younger than you!” Jimin protests, though the words are barely discernible from all the candy in his mouth.
“I practically raised you! You and Taehyungie will always be little babies in my eyes.”
Jimin swallows. “You didn’t raise us. And we’re eighteen years old! We’re not babies anymore!”
“Yeah!” Taehyung agrees.
“Whatever, you ungrateful brats. Anyway, I happen to like the taste of milk.” You pout and take a sip from your glass of milk. “Hey, put some of those in here, will you?” You thrust your glass toward Taehyung.
Reluctantly, Taehyung grabs some strawberries out of his basket, removes the stems, and smushes them between his fingers before dropping them into your milk.
“Are you all ready?” Jimin asks once the two of you are done. “I’m going to start the movie.”
You and Taehyung nod.
The movie is decently scary, even for you, and contains a fair amount of blood. By the end of it you find yourself gripping onto one of your throw pillows.
You notice that Taehyung has finished his strawberries and his fingertips are stained a bright red.
“You know, mashed up strawberries look a lot like blood.”
“Why would you say that?!” Taehyung recoils as you voice your observation.
“One time I was cutting strawberries and I hadn’t realized I cut my finger because everything was red.”
“You didn’t have to tell me that. Why would you tell me that?!” He stares down at his fingers, his eyes wide in horror.
You and Jimin laugh.
“I think, after 18 years of life, you finally made the boy hate strawberries.”
“False.” Taehyung shakes his head. “I will never hate strawberries. Strawberries have been my favorite food ever since my grandmother first fed them to me straight out of the womb.”
“Shut up!” You throw a popcorn kernel at him. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”
“It may be bullshit, but what’s not is the fact that I still love and will always love strawberries.”
Later that night, you’re half asleep when your door slowly creaks open. Light spills into the room from the hallway. You sit up and rub your eyes, only to see Taehyung standing in your doorway, clutching one of the pillows you gave him in his arms.
“Hey.”
You turn on the lamp that rests on your night stand. “Hey, Tae. Is everything alright?”
He shifts nervously on his feet. “Yeah. I just couldn’t sleep. That movie has me kind of freaked out.” He looks at you and hesitates before speaking again. “Do you… do you think I could sleep with you tonight? You know, like we used to do after horror movies?”
“Tae, you’re not a kid anymore.”
“Didn’t you say Jimin and I will always be babies to you?”
“I was half joking.”
“I know. But, I guess old habits die hard,” he says with a tired smile.
You sigh in resignation. “Fine.” You pat the empty spot next to you on the bed.
He cautiously crawls into bed next to you, careful not to get to close.
“Goodnight, Tae.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
You reach over and turn off your lamp.
When you wake up in the morning, you’re unusually warm, and there’s an uncomfortable weight across your body. It takes you a moment to realize that Taehyung has wrapped his arms tightly around you in his sleep. Carefully, you turn to look at him. You want to get up and get started on your day, but he’s so peacefully asleep that you don’t want to wake him.
“Tae,” you whisper.
The boy shifts closer to you, smushing his stubbly cheek against yours and enveloping you even tighter. You sigh inwardly. Perhaps you can sleep in a bit more. This does feel rather nice, having someone spoon you like this. But this is Taehyung we’re talking about here. This should be weird, but instead it feels weirdly right.
You resist the urge to reach up and cup his cheek. You don’t think he’s ever been this close to you. He’s not your baby brother anymore. Your heart thumps as the realization is finally hitting you. Even if you never felt any romantic attraction toward him in all the years you’ve known him, you definitely feel some kind of physical attraction toward him right now. You just want him to hold you forever. Breathing in the comfort of his scent, you lower your head and nuzzle it into the crook of his neck. You feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and hope he stays asleep so you can rest here a little longer. He never has to know.
Taehyung emerges from your bedroom as you’re making breakfast. You managed to slip away from him earlier without disturbing his slumber. Now, you open the fridge, grabbing a couple of eggs out of their carton as he casually saunters over to you and surveys the contents of the fridge.
Taehyung reaches over you to to grab the milk. “Hi.” He flashes a grin in your direction. He’s got a serious case of bedhead, with his hair sticking up in every direction. You start to think that he looks absolutely adorable like this, and you kind of wish you were still in bed, wrapped in his warm embrace.
“Morning, Tae. How’d you sleep?” You ask, trying not to stare.
“Like a baby.” You read his face, attempting to decipher whether anything has changed with him. “What are you looking at?” He raises an eyebrow.
You quickly dart your eyes away and shake your head. “Nothing.”
“Thanks for letting me sleep with you last night. It felt like we were kids again.” He smiles at you again.
“Anytime, Tae.” You nearly choke on the words and you hope he doesn’t notice.
“Where’s Jimin?” He asks you.
“He had class this morning, so he left not that long after you got up.”
“Ah, so it’s just you and me.”
“Mhm,” you croak. He’s looking at you, but you avoid meeting his eyes as you focus on making your eggs.
“Did he… you know, ask where I was?”
“No. He was in a hurry and I guess he assumed you already left.
He nods and grabs a box of cereal from on top of the fridge and pours himself a bowl. He leans his back against the counter, crunching on his corn flakes, while he watches you make your breakfast.
“Why are you so quiet? Everything okay?”
“Hm? Nothing. I’m just tired,” you fib.
“Were you not able to sleep because of me? I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s not that.” Quietly you add, “It’s definitely not that.”
“What was that?”
“Hm? Nothing.”
Taehyung frowns, obviously not satisfied with your answer, but he’s done with his corn flakes now, so he doesn’t press further. He simply washes his bowl and stalks toward the bathroom.
You finish making your eggs and eat them with some toast. When you’re done, a freshly-shaven Taehyung walks out of the bathroom with a handful of his PJs. He stuffs them into his backpack and slings his bag over his shoulder.
“I’m gonna head out now. Have a good day, Y/N.”
“You too, Tae.”
As soon as the door shuts behind him, you take a deep breath and exhale. This morning was nothing. He’s not even aware of the fact that he was so close to you. Nothing is different for him. You shouldn’t get so worked up over it, you tell yourself. You’ve been best friends with Taehyung for ages. Feeling this way is simply not allowed. But, unfortunately for you, you’re not that good at listening to yourself.
You figure you need to distance yourself from Taehyung until these feelings subside, but really you can’t stop thinking about how nice it was to wake up with his arms around you. You weren’t exactly avoiding Taehyung these last few days, because it would seem obvious that something was off, but you didn’t really make an effort to see him either.
Later that week, you get a text from Jimin.
Jimin: Hey I got a Groupon for the roller rink downtown. You wanna come?
You: Sure! When?
Jimin: Tonight? 7 ish?
This is a great opportunity for a distraction, so readily you agree.
When you show up to the roller rink later that night, you see your brother waiting out front with none other than Taehyung.
Ah, heck, you think to yourself. So much for distracting you from your newly developed feelings for Taehyung.
“Hey, guys. I didn’t know you were coming too, Tae.”
“Of course I’d invite him, Y/N,” Jimin responds. “Don’t be silly.”
You look over at Taehyung and he smiles at you, the same way he always has, but this time you feel a strange flutter in your chest as you smile back.
“Can we please go inside now?” Jimin asks. “It’s freezing out here.”
The three of you make your way up the steps and into the building.
“You know, you could have waited for me inside. I could have met you by the ticketing counter.”
Jimin merely frowns and approaches the counter. You all tell the worker your skate sizes and he grabs all of your skates and hands them to Taehyung. As Jimin finishes paying, you and Taehyung agree to walk over to the benches and put on your skates first.
“Wait, shit,” Taehyung mutters as you reach the benches. “I don’t remember which skates are which.” He holds up the bunch of skates which hang in his hand by their laces.
“Yours are the red ones,” you tell him. “Jimin and I are the same size so we both have the white ones.”
Taehyung inspects the skates and then glances are your feet. “Are your feet really that huge?”
“No!” You object. “Jimin’s are just tiny!”
Taehyung lets out a laugh, amused by your overreaction, and hands you your skates. Your hand accidentally touches his as you grab onto the laces, and you jerk your hand away a little too abruptly.
“You okay?” Taehyung asks you.
“Yeah. Your hands are just so cold,” you lie. “Man, I can’t remember the last time I went skating,” you muse, wanting to change the subject.
“I think the last time was when Jimin and I were fourteen. Unless you’ve gone without us since then.” Both of you take a seat on the bench.
“You guys know I don’t go anywhere without you.” You take off your shoes and slip the skates onto your feet. “Oh, god. How do I stand up now?” You attempt to put some weight on your feet while still gripping onto the bench, but they start to roll from under you.
“Here, let me help.” Taehyung hasn’t put on his skates yet, so he stands up easily and takes your hand in his. He slips his other hand around your waste and holds on to you firmly. “Ready? Are you holding on to me?” You nod. “Okay, stand up on the count of three. One, two, three!”
Suddenly you’re yanked off your feet and you nearly tumble forward from the momentum, but Taehyung catches you and steadies you. “You good?”
You nod, but it’s a half lie. Taehyung’s arm is still around you, and he doesn’t seem like he’s letting go anytime soon. You look up to find him staring at you and you meet his eyes. You open your mouth, feeling like you should say something, but your mind draws a blank. Taehyung continues to look at you expectantly.
“Sorry that took so long.” The sound of Jimin’s voice breaks you out of your daze. “I ran into someone from dance.”
Taehyung suddenly pulls away from you and you’re left wishing he hadn’t let go. You teeter slightly before fully gaining your balance.
“These are yours.” Taehyung hands over the other pair of white skates to your brother.
“Thanks.” Jimin takes them and puts them on. “I’m gonna out-skate both of you bitches.”
Roller skating is a lot more difficult than you remember. It’s not like ice skating, where if you get tired or frustrated, you can just leave the rink and walk normally without worrying about falling. With roller skates, you’re on constantly on wheels until you take them off, so even if you leave the rink, you have the exact same chance of falling flat on your face while on your way to the benches.
You are well aware of this as you slowly inch yourself into the rink, which is just a hardwood oval that’s sectioned off from the rest of the building. You have no idea why you’re wobbling so much, or why it’s so difficult for you to keep your balance. Last time you went skating, you weren’t nearly as bad at it as you are right now. Something about this feels extremely alien, and the fear of falling makes everything worse.
But there’s nothing wrong with falling. Sure, you might get hurt, but you can always pick yourself back up and move on. You have your brother and your best friend here to help you. So there’s nothing to be afraid of.
With this new mindset, you push forward, more confidently this time.
“Y/N! Come on!” Jimin calls out to you. He skates toward you and grabs your hand. “Why are you just standing there?”
“I’m out of practice!”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he reassures.
Your brother pulls you along with him as he skates around the rink. You struggle to keep up with him, but you’re a lot steadier than before. You’re able to let all your worries go and have fun, just you and your brother.
“See? You’re doing fine!” His eyes light up. “Hey, I’ll race you!”
Before you can even agree, Jimin lets go of your hand and zooms off, expecting you to follow. You glide one foot in front of the other, faster and faster as you try to catch up to your brother. You feel the air whipping past your face, and everyone around you is reduced to a blur.
“That’s not fair, Jimin! You got a head start!”
You’re so close to catching up to him, and when you think you can, you reach your arm and and try to tag him. However, you lean forward a little too much and you lose your balance. You try to use the breaks at the front of your skate, but that causes you to tumble forward.
You throw your hands out the soften your fall and close your eyes, knowing that you’ll hit the ground soon. You let out a yelp when you suddenly collide with something, taking it down with you. That something cushions your fall, and the next thing you know, you’re on the ground, not in nearly as much pain as you thought you would be.
You open your eyes and see Taehyung on the floor beneath you.
“Oh my god! Taehyung are you okay?” You push yourself into a sitting position and face the boy.
He lifts his head up, wincing as he rubs the back of it with his hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m a lot better than you would be if you had taken that fall.”
“I am so sorry! I didn’t see you! Oh my god! Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?! Do you want me to call an–”
“I’m fine, Y/N. Really.” You turn your head to look at the hand that Taehyung has placed on your shoulder. “You didn’t crash into me. I saw that you were about to fall and rushed over.”
“Oh. I–” You feel a blush creep into your cheeks. “Thank you for watching out for me.”
“Of course. You’re my best friend. You don’t have to be afraid of falling when you’re with me.”
“Thanks, Tae.”
He smiles at you and holds your gaze for longer than you think he should. But it’s comfortable, and you find yourself unable to look away. You feel the inexplicable urge to lean in a press your lips against his, to feel how soft they’d be against yours, to know how it feels to kiss him. And you almost do.
That is, until Jimin rolls on over to you two. “What happened? Are you guys okay?”
Reluctantly, you look away from Taehyung and toward your brother. His brows are knit together in concern as he scans the two of you for any signs of injury.
“Yeah, Jimin, we’re fine. Y/N was just being a speed demon and collided with me. But we’re okay.”
You glanced at Taehyung in confusion, but you just brush it off.
“Well, if you guys are okay, you should get up because these kids are kind of getting annoyed about you being in the way.”
You were so distracted by Taehyung, you forgot how crowded the rink actually is. In those moments he was all you could focus on.
“Oh, right. Yeah, we should get up.”
Taehyung stands up first and reaches a hand out to help you. You take it and then apologize to the people around you, though none of them are really listening.
You make it back to the bench with a couple of new bruises, but nothing serious. Although, you do feel a little bit dizzy. You try to remember whether you hit your head or not. You replay the scene that happened just moments earlier. Your memory of it is quite vivid: colliding with Taehyung, having his body press against you as the two of you fall to the floor.
Taehyung kneels in front of you, gently squeezing both your arms and checking for any injuries you may not have felt. You stare at him, trying to figure out whether he feels even the slightest bit the same as you do, but you can’t get a read on his expression. He just looks concerned. “You sure you’re alright?”
You nod and watch as his hands travel down your arm until his hands are wrapped around yours. As you watch him care for you, you feel the urge to reach your hand out to tilt his face up and kiss him.
He releases your hand and places his on your thigh, causing you to startle.
“Did I hurt you?”
You shake your head. “I just wasn’t expecting you to do that.”
He continues squeezing down your leg, and you wince when he gets to your calf.
“Does that hurt?”
“A little.” You grimace as he presses down on it harder.
“I think it’s just a bruise. Do you want ice?”
You shake your head again. “No, I’ll be okay.”
He gets up and places himself next to you on the bench. “I’m glad to hear that.” He gives you a soft smile. “Are you ready to get back out there?”
“Not yet.” You grip the edge of the bench with your hands, painfully aware of how close he’s sitting next to you, his arm brushing up against yours.
Taehyung interprets your stiffness as anxiousness and places his hand over one of yours. “I’ll wait here with you until you’re ready. Even if it takes the rest of the night. And when you do decide to go back out there, I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt. Got it?”
“Thanks, Tae.”
He puts his arm around you and pulls you close, a gesture meant to reassure you, like he’s done a million times before. But this time, it feels different, and you wonder if it’s just you who feels this way.
“Hey, are you busy tonight? You wanna do something with me?”
This is the first time Taehyung has called you since that night at the roller rink. You hesitate, not knowing if you can handle seeing him again right now. The last time you hung out, it took all your willpower to refrain from kissing him. “Sure. Is Jimin coming too?”
“No, he’s busy. My boy’s got a date tonight!”
“Ooooh... A date? With who?”
“Not sure. He didn’t really specify. Probably someone from his dance team.”
Your heart clenches. Your baby brother really is growing up. “Awww. I’m happy for him.”
“Me, too. I know things didn’t end well with him and Sana, so I’m glad he’s getting back out there.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“So are you down to hang out or what?” Taehyung asks again.
You hesitate. You don’t want to say no, because then Taehyung would definitely suspect something is out of the ordinary. However, you don’t know if you can trust yourself to be alone with him. “What did you want to do?”
“I found this place online that I wanna check out.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t tell you.”
You frown, although you know he can’t see it.
“I can tell you’re frowning.”
“You know I don’t like surprises.”
“It’ll be fun, I promise.”
“Fine, I’ll go with you.”
“Cool, I’ll pick you up in 10.”
Taehyung is uncharacteristically quiet as he picks you up. When he asked you to hang out, you assumed he meant to get food at some new restaurant he found, since you guys usually go out to eat together. But he’s been driving down the same road for about thirty minutes now, and your college town is turning more and more rural as you go.
You turn your head toward him. “Tae, where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise. You’ll see.” The corner of his lip tugs up mischievously.
After about ten more minutes, Taehyung turns his truck onto an unmarked dirt road and continues driving until the two of you reach what looks like a dirt parking lot. He parks the car and gets out, walking over to your side of the vehicle to open the door for you.
He reaches out his hand and you take it, stepping down from the truck.
“Tae, where are we?” you ask, still not letting go of his hand.
Instead of answering, he shuts the car door and leads you to the green field that stretches before you.
“What is this?”
He just smiles a looks at you. “You tell me.”
Cautiously, you step onto what looks like grass, but, upon closer inspection, is actually…
“Strawberries? This is a strawberry field?”
“Mhm.” He nods, beaming at you. “Come on.”
Still holding your hand, he leads you into the field and you’re suddenly thrown back to when you two were kids, in the strawberry field by your house.
“Are we allowed to be here?”
“Yep. It’s a public field.”
You look around you. The field extends on toward the horizon. “But there’s no one here,” you point out.
“Not many people know about it. It took a lot of researching to find this place. The next closest public strawberry field is, well, at home.”
“Why did you take me here?”
Instead of answering, Taehyung puts a finger to his lip. “Shh. Look.”
At that moment, the sun begins to dip below the horizon, and the sky turns a pastel shade of pink. Almost like strawberry milk.
“Isn’t this beautiful?”
“It is.” You look off into the sunset, and you’re able to forget all the weirdness you created for yourself lately and the distance you tried to put between you and Taehyung. You notice in your peripherals that Taehyung is looking at you, so you turn your head towards him.
The two of you lock eyes, but neither of you speak. You just stand there, holding each other’s gaze, allowing the soft breeze to blow between you.
“I love you, Tae,” you sigh.
“I love you, too.”
“No. I love you, Tae.”
He steps closer, leaning in slowly and bending his head down so that his face is level with yours, and then he kisses you, so softly and gently.
“I love you, too, Y/N.”
He pulls back and scans your face, trying to gauge your reaction. You simply look at him with bewildered eyes. This kiss was nothing like you expected, but it was everything you wanted in a kiss. Delicate, tender, loving.
“Y/N,” Taehyung says softly. “Can I kiss you again?”
You’re still too stunned from the first kiss to react. But then you simply nod.
When he kisses you, you kiss him back harder.
Somehow, you and Taehyung end up lying down in the middle of the strawberry field, facing each other, surrounded by the fragrant plants and their berries.
“Have you always loved me?” You utter softly, cupping his face and stroking his cheek with your thumb.
“Of course.” He looks at you with a tender expression.
“Romantically?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Then what changed?”
Taehyung places a hand on your hip and pulls you in so that your bodies are touching. “You know what changed. Because it was the same for you.”
You nod solemnly. “So you were awake too.”
“I was.”
Much later, the sun is long gone, and the moon is high in the sky. Taehyung’s arm is around your shoulder, keeping you close to him. Your head rests on his chest, and your arm is slung lazily across his stomach. Billions of stars glitter above you, far more abundant and brilliant than what can be seen in the city. It’s not cold. There is a warm, gentle breeze that caresses your skin, calming you as you both silently enjoy each other’s company. You start to drift asleep when Taehyung speaks again.
“Hey, what if I dyed my hair pastel pink? Like the color of strawberry milk?”
You turn your head so that you can look at him. “Shut up. You would not.”
“Maybe I would!” He challenges. “Don’t underestimate me, Y/N.”
You chuckle and kiss him on his jaw.
“Hey, maybe we can go to New York and visit the strawberry field one day. You know, the one in the Beatles’ song.”
“You know it’s not like an actual field right?”
“What?”
“Yeah, I saw pictures online. It’s just some sad patch of grass.”
Taehyung looks at you incredulously. “Then why write a whole song about it?”
“I don’t know, Tae. I don’t know.”
You lie there, looking at each other in silence. You reach your hand up and cup his cheek.
Although there’s no one else around you to hear, it’s just so quiet here that it feels wrong to disturb the peace, so you whisper, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he whispers back.
He leans closer and kisses you.
“What are we going to tell Jimin?” You think about how weird this conversation would be, telling your baby brother that you and his best friend are now dating.
“We don’t have to tell time anything if you don’t want to. We can let him know when you’re ready.”
You nod and he kisses you on the forehead.
“I think the longer we wait, the harder it will be to tell him.”
Taehyung nods understandingly. “I agree.”
“Hey, can you make me some strawberry milk when we get home?”
He gives your shoulder a squeeze and places another kiss atop your head. “Of course.”
#bts writing squad#btswriters#kreativenetwork#kimtaehyungnet#armiesnet#networkbangtan#btssunshinenet#kim taehyung#bts v#bts fanfic#bts fluff#taehyung fluff#my writing#idk if you can tell but i have a thing for lying in fields#see: forget me not#i would never do it in real life though bc i hate bugs#but this is fiction!! there are no bugs!!
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Nostalgia
A longer piece that I have been sitting on for awhile, finally going to post it Hope you enjoy.
With the most important steps in front of us, it is a miracle we can get anywhere at all with how many other ways we can look at them. Different branches split off into infinity to distract and draw our attention away even if it still remains impossible to be anywhere but the one you are on.
My eyes feel heavy, it’s not the teacher’s fault the lecture is actually very entertaining. Yet I feel myself trapped at this desk, it feels wrong, out of place. This morning must have been a hectic one as I barely remember getting ready for the day. Perhaps it was just that the routine had grown so engraved in my mind that I didn’t process it to memory the exact morning that had just happened. I couldn’t even tell what period it was, second perhaps my groggy mind had simply glazed over the first and left it behind as useless.
An exclamation of discovery was sounded out, followed by shrinking back into the desk as it drew the attention of the teacher and others around him. It wasn’t stimulating because the words were familiar, as if the lesson was something he had already sat through. He managed to stay out of the limelight for the rest of the time in the prison like room The walls had seemed to collapse in on him ever since he had realized the connection. Not that he could place what was so important about it.
As the professor brought the talk to it’s conclusion the bell sounded and many of the students began filing out, leaving a few huddled around the boy that had interrupted the session. The three new faces were laughing and joking with him, lighthearted jabs accusing him of falling asleep in class again. He swore up and down that it wasn’t that simple, that he wasn’t asleep, maybe just daydreaming.
“Right so you felt like you were in a dream, you have some pretty bad imagination then.” The first boy laughed.
“No, that’s not what happened. I just had this feeling I had heard everything before is all.” Warren seemed to grow more and more embarrassed with every passing word.
“The lectures are pretty boring, maybe you just read ahead again. You are just too smart for the room after all.” The second boy, nudged elbows with the first and laughed again, stopping short as they saw the victim’s face. “Only teasing, he is a bore that’s all man.”
The lone female of the group just shook her head and stood up, pausing for a moment as if she was going to say something before she turned on a dime and headed for an exit. Stunned the three just looked on and watched her leave, eyes meeting each other before the boy stood and darted off after her. It was strange as he left the classroom, the halls seemed busier than normal. Considering he was late to leave the class, the throngs of students that walked around him was odd. Eventually being engulfed like a tidal wave by the masses. He could hear his friends calling out to him, the distance slowly seeming farther and farther away until they seemed like a memory.
The hallway had become chaos in all forms, where he had entered no longer seemed to be there, and the alluring figure that had drawn him in had also vanished. If only he could just keep walking forward, a hallway could only extend in one direction and it had to end at some point. The blurred forms of the other students began to twist and contort around him until they were towering beyond his vision. His movement halted, a burning sensation in his chest erupted with a loud scream.
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A startled noise came from behind him and he pulled his hand away from the pan that was sizzling on the stove. He looked back over at his wife who had a look of pure worry written across her features. Instinctively he grabbed his hand to sell the illusion that he had burned it, though he wasn’t really sure why he needed to do that.
“It’s just something minor, didn’t mean to give you a start.”
She let out a sigh of relief, her hand clutched at her heart. “That was quite the sound for something minor, if it’s bad you need to have it looked at, it’s their job to do so.”
“Yes, I’ll have them take a look at it before I head to class. I’m gonna leave now so I can.” He hurried out of the room still leaving his wife in a bit of a shock. Finishing up what he needed to leave and only calling out to her as he slipped out the door.
The school wasn’t that far down the way he was thankful for as it greatly cut down on his expenses. Affording anything travel related was inflated beyond sense, greed was the only way to survive. Hurried steps brought him to the grounds in record time, a hastily packed briefcase in his unblemished hand. It was quite the unusual morning already, he had no idea what noise she was referring to, or why he wanted to act like he was hurt. He had been under a lot of stress at work, perhaps it was a rough night of sleep that had him groggy. It was a natural sign of growing up to distinguish between important and unimportant, dreams were not something to lose sleep over. He stopped in his tracks and laughed at the sentiment, the act drew the attention of several of the passing students that gave him a wide berth.
He heard the sound of school bells chiming and broke free from his levity to hurry onward to his class. From there the day progressed rather normally, lectures given and homework were assigned. Even to him the words droned out, but the curriculum was strict no matter how many times he had made his unhappiness known they made it clear it was the only way to keep his job. He had dreamed of fun and exciting classes with projects, like the way he was taught by his favorite teachers. There was only one interruption today, by a student he didn’t recognize at first. Before he could call him down however the boy vanished out of the classroom. It was another detail to be forgotten, maybe it was all his own wake up call. Changes needed to happen and he was in charge of his classroom, all that mattered was results.
A smile crept across his face, it was resolved, he’d start making adjustments with the coming week. With that he resumed packing up his books and folders, in his musings he had missed the absence of the young voices. They were gone, he didn’t even remember hearing the door shut. Curiosity peaking he moved around his desk and pushed open the door. It was creaky as always, yet beyond the open portal was an empty hall, devoid of every form of student that was so often clamoring around between classes. It was barren, not a squeak of a sneaker or general rabble that students gave each other as they pushed themselves along. He closed the door abruptly and shook his head a few times to clear the thoughts. Unless it was an emergency he missed, it just had to be a trick of the mind.
Yet as he pulled back and gazed upon his classroom he found it expanding upwards, adding row after row of empty seats that could only be described as nosebleeds. Noise had suddenly swarmed in with the shifting room, the noise so shrill it caused him to recoil. Each time he blinked he could see figures in the seats, filling each row as it stretched upwards. The silhouettes took all shapes and sizes, all glaring down at him. When he finally gathered his wits about him he made a run for it, exiting into his prep room. The room was dark, and as he walked further into it, he realized quickly that it extended far beyond where it should have ended.
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There was a shrill cry out that broke the silence around her, realizing it was her own voice she looked up at the man on top of her. His eyes were closed seeming to enjoy the noise, it allowed her eyes to frantically scan the room. It was familiar, it was a teacher’s room and it was one that she had seen quite often. It took awhile for her to recognize his face, the action took long enough for worry to start to show on her features. Her hands clutched onto the worn fabric of the couch, her breathing finally coming back to normal as she started to accept what was going on. It didn’t take long for her to realize how much fun it all was, playing the part well as time went on and she was praised for her renewed enthusiasm.
As a bell rang in the distance and with the deed completed, he was quick to get up and dressed. He placed all of his accessories on and headed out of the room to leave her alone with her thoughts in the room. She sat there in bliss and after glow, at least her physical form was. Mentally she was trying to piece together the day as it had gone, the last thing she remembered was this. She brought a hand up to run down between her legs, where she patted and felt around with a curious look on her face. She shrugged and fell back against the couch with a sigh, the sound of her flopping was accompanied by a high pitched giggle that came from beside her.
Sitting up with a start she looked about the dark and empty room, hurrying to fix her clothes to make herself presentable. Her act was followed by an older man’s voice seeming to compliment her on what she was putting away. A scowl held on her features now as she grabbed the closest heavy object and swung it around in a threatening manner. It took longer than she cared to admit to drop her defenses and realizing that again she was alone in the darkened room and had been for some time now. Her schedule had been cleared for the rest of the afternoon, no one was expecting anything of her. She walked over to the door and peered out from around the drawn curtain. The college looked as impressive as ever, and in her eyes the establishment peered to her in return, judgmental and unforgiving. No matter how hard she tried, work was always just over her shoulder reminding her that she couldn’t do everything that she wanted to do.
The more she looked out at it the more it seemed to call out to her, before she really understood what was going on she had crossed the empty street and up the hollow pathway that lead to the entrance. The ringing grew louder as she stepped closer to the building and yet there was no students running from the building. There was no one around that she could see, and only the tolling bell kept the silence at bay. It crept closer, lurking in between each ring, she could feel it’s grasp tightening around her ankles before the tonal sound shook them away. Whatever the feeling was, it wasn’t natural, something or many things were not right about this place. Breaking into a run now she watched as the doors grew taller, looming over her and opening slowly before she even got to them. Without questioning the matter she ran through the doorway, tripping and falling face first on the floor. As she pushed herself up and tried to get her bearings she notice motion underneath her, the ground had started to move and pull her along into the abyss.
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What had once been empty was now full of life. A hectic path that had them tripping and falling as they attempted to maintain a sure footing. The very ground beneath them had started to speed forward. The three of them had found themselves caught up in a river of people, carried along by the ground through twists and turns. They sat unmoving but as each one of them stared into the hazy eyes of the passengers they felt an eerie level of familiarity.
“Who are you, where am I?” The three voices called out in unison to hear only the reverberations echo out in the hollow tracks. The details of the surrounding structure began to blur, the school walls that had once been a solid foundation suddenly took on a new prison like appearance.
Pushing through the crowd of people, more like trees in their unforgiving nature as the three pulled and pried to get closer to the front. If there were any answers to be had surely they would be there. As she pressed in, she began to jostle the attention of several of the commuters. Many of them just staring, the ones that did respond seemed to only speak in a gibberish that she had no recollection of. The only thing that she was sure of was that it sounded good, flowing from the lips of the handsome stranger. There was a light growing in the distance, that cast all of the passengers in a bright halo glow.
Hands reached out and sought to put her back into formation. When she turned and got a better look at what progress she had made, a sea of all shapes and sizes were on display for her. No matter how obscure the faces were or how different shapes were there was always a sense of recognition that she clung, her last rung of sanity before she would be swallowed by the infinite obstacles that enclosed around her. Obstacles, not people, their forms might have been humanoid but that was where the definition ended. Looking up at their heads was like looking into carnival mirrors.
Like strange and twisted versions of themselves, panic crossed over their distinct features and the three of them started struggling to get away from the end they had once longed. They weren’t ready to embrace it, they weren’t ready for it to end. Teen, teacher, women all pushed aside all that they came across just for the seconds they spared. Each step in the wrong direction only caused the ground to speed up. The light was fast approaching and there was no way off, each closed their eyes tightly. The movement of the ground suddenly shifted, now absent beneath their feet they were falling along with every mimic body. An abyss of light and occasional motion from all sides that grew closer after each forced breath. Devoid of sound save for a heartbeat, and soon not even that.
*****
Hunched over a desk a man sits taking labored and lethargic breaths just out of muscle memory with no enthusiasm for sustained life. Around him a modest home, with the bustle of life that pays him no mind. The clocks tick inexorably forward without his notice, not even a flick of an ear. A family that had once huddled around him now tended to other things, forgetting the hardships they had to endure for the hunched man. The only sign of attentiveness he gives is through a stack of paper that was placed under his hand. A pen works across it, writing symbols of an unintelligible language to fill each page. Shifting the completed work to another stack in order, but now the papers had run out, and in just a few more carvings he would be finished.
A masterpiece opening to an audience of one, with no reaction to signify the grand importance placed upon it. A smile had crept over his haggard features, a hand moving to lovingly stroke along the finished pile of pages. Shakily turning his head seeking out those that he remembered to find only emptiness and despair. The apartment seemed to age before his eyes, every blink sending him further and further into the future at a rapid pace. Anxiety crept over him, a cold sweat forming on his features while his body seemed to collapse in on itself. Fear read plainly on his face, fear and regret. He tried to push up from the desk but his wrists seemed shackled by time to the crumbling frame.
He leaned back, pain shooting throughout his form as forgotten muscles strained against the feat his mind had set out. Rewarded with a brief glimpse of his surroundings before his head toppled back, his neck unable to support the weight. It was in that moment that the familiar setting however decayed vanished, like a curtain over his eyes torn away to reveal his prize. A writhing abyss glistened in his sight, completely surrounding the man and his bastion of a desk. Soon even that had been stripped away, papers fluttering in the air before being snatched up by numerous appendages.of unknown origins.
The massive moving being spread out in every direction he could see, and soon a deep rumbling laughter encompassed the world he was in. There was no escaping it’s presence even as his eyes closed tight he could see the movements in the space of shadows under his eyelids. His body shivered with even greater intensity at the prospect if such a being. A new feeling took over, pain, enough that his eyes shot open, from this new position he watched as his arms were lifted up outside of his control and waved back and forth before him. The laughter returned as he watched the limbs dry up and shrivel away. Each bit of skin flaking into nothing, swallowed by the abyss that merely laughed back at his pained cries.
“Living many lives takes its toll. There will always be the one to collect. It’s a shame that you did not choose this life.”
An earth shattering bellow escaped from the void and shattered the fragile form to pieces. More of the writing mass escaped to collect everything until there was no trace left of him. Nothing but words on a page to be recited by the dark.
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Jerome Valeska x Reader - Innocence
Requested by @lonely-entity
If it really isn't a bother could I request a Jerome x shy reader? She's a very insecure, slightly naive, and overall pure and sweet person. Where maybe he kidnaps her or something but she's very quiet and isn't crazy at all? But somehow she ends up slowly falling for him and he does too?
The sweet smell of cotton candy invaded my nose as my eyes glazed over, taking in the overwhelming atmosphere and burning bright lights surrounding me. The bustling crowds and screaming children masked me from view, giving me the privacy to not be analysed by on looking eyes. A sigh of relief left my parched lips. In a crowd, I could go unnoticed, unbothered whereas elsewhere everyone's vulture eyes would be zooming in on me, picking me out and prodding at my flaws. At school, at home, everywhere I go, I would get comments about my hair, my clothes, my body, how wrong everything is about me. At least here, at Haly's Circus, everyone is too busy to notice my lone figure. It was perfect.
Today was busier than ever, the crowds swarming around me. Yesterday, a woman had been found dead, brutally murdered. News like that spread fast in Gotham, drawing the attention of crowds hungry for gossip, letting their curiosity drive them into the lions den. That wasn't why I was here however, I was here to get away from my life for awhile. I was here to breathe for the first time in a long time.
"Miss! Miss! Step up and win for just $5!" My head snapped up, my eyes focusing on the large man towering over me, offering a small wooden ball and gesturing to a carnival game behind him.
The close proximity shocked me, my feet involuntarily taking a step back before I finally spoke, frantically shaking my head,"N-No thank you."
"Come on, only $5! Win a teddy bear!" The man, covered in muck and grease, continued refusing to take my no as an answer.
"I-"Before I could finished my sentence once again refusing, he pushed the wooden objects towards me once again. His blatant refusal to accept my answer upset me, but I didn't dare get angry or say anything to him, so I simply shook my head again.
"I believe the lady said no." A charming voice spoke from behind, drawing the persistent mans attention from me, his eyes widening in an emotion I couldn't quite place.
Flipping my head around to see the owner of the voice, I came face to face with a tall ginger boy, looking around the same age as me, his hair slicked back. My eyes met his, a flicker going through his eyes as his mouth quirked up before I tore my gaze away, staring at his muddy shoes, unable to hold the eye contact. He was very cute, he was incredibly hot. My thoughts surprised me as I had never found anyone cute, let alone hot before. What am I thinking?
"J-Jerome." The unrelenting man stuttered for a second before regaining his composure and scuttering off back to his stall hurriedly, leaving my standing alone with the ginger boy who saved me.
"Thank you." I wouldn't be surprised if the boy, Jerome, didn't hear my whispered gratitude.
"My pleasure. I'm Jerome, nice to meet you." His cheerful voice caused me to jump, not expecting a reply from my saviour.
"I'm Y/N...thank you for getting rid of him." Sucking up my nerves, I looked up at him again, seeing he was already staring at me with a slightly unnerving smile on his face.
"Beautiful name, gorgeous." Hearing the compliment, my entire face heated up, a dark crimson blush no doubt occupying my cheeks.
"Do you wanna get some cotton candy? I work here, I can get it for free." He winked at me when he finished and I didn't think my face could go anymore red.
His offer was nice, however I did not want to be in any situation that involved not being alone so I slowly started to shake my head, racking my brain for a polite excuse.
"Please, I insist." Jerome smiled brightly at me, although there was something about him that made me wary I chose to ignore it, nodding my head reluctantly as he did help me. Getting cotton candy with him was the least I could do.
"O-Okay." My answer caused his smile to grow impossibly as he grabbed my hand in his cold one, pulling me through the crowds before I could resist.
It was not until we flew past the cotton candy stall, moving towards the dark trailers did I grow worried. Starting to pull my hand, trying to get it of his grip, I called his name worriedly as my voice raised slightly.
"Shh." He turned his head back towards me, putting a finger to his lips before he dragged me out of the crowds and into the silent rows of pitch black trailers.
"Jerome!" Frantically pulling my hand, tears sprung to my eyes as I tried desperately to get away, his grip on my hand tightening.
"Sorry gorgeous, but you are making far too much noise." Before I could question his words, a flash of ginger spun in my vision before something collided with my head, my vision going dark as I fell into a pair of outstretched arms, the world fading away.
"Wakey, wakey." A familiar voice sounded throughout the darkness, slowly drawing my mind into consciousness, I could not remember who the voice belonged to however.
Blinking, my eyes opened as white light blinded me, a groan escaping me as my head pounded painfully. When the black spots finally faded from my vision, the world becoming clear once again, my mind froze as I remembered what had happened. Jerome, he had knocked me out. He kidnapped me. My breath came faster, my eyes nervously scanning my surroundings as the realisation that I was kidnapped set in. Trying to move my hands, my legs, I couldn't as I noticed thick ropes tying me to a old chair, padlocking me down and preventing escape.
"Ah, there she is." Panic consumed me as Jerome knelt down in front of me, his eyes searching over me, analysing me, his unnerving smile now a sadistic smirk.
It was only now that I realised what the look in the mans eyes was when he looked at Jerome earlier, it was terror. I was a hundred percent sure that the same look of fear now encased my eyes.
"What do you want from me?" Tears trailed down my cheeks as I muttered the question, unconsciously trying to curl into my self to appear smaller.
"Ah you see, that's where is gets funny. Originally I was just gonna use you as leverage but...I like you, you're just so-what's the word?" He broke off, tilting his head in thought before he snapped his fingers abruptly causing me to jump as he leaned closer to whisper in my ear sinisterly, "Innocent."
Goosebumps broke out on my flesh as he broke into a manic laughter, sitting back onto his haunches as he cackled at my fear.
"L-Leverage?" Unwillingly, my eyes dropped to the stained carpet floor of the unknown room I was in, noticing broken glass bottles all around. I assumed the dingy room was his trailer.
A hand gripped my chin surprisingly gentle as he forced my eyes up, making me look at him as his eyes widened along with his grin, "I needed you as leverage against the police and ole Jimmy. If they find out it was me who chopped up mommy dearest, then it would help to have a hostage, you know?"
"You killed your mother?!" My eyes widened, matching his except my eyes were filled with horror whereas his were filled with glee.
"Yes, very satisfying by the way. Anyway, I like your innocence, I've never met anyone who could be so pure and naïve so, I'll find another hostage. I would hate to kill you."
"Please, don't." His words shocked me, however I had no time for shock or questions right now.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you." His tone turned mock gentle as he lifted his hand cautiously, wiping one of my tears away whilst staring into my eyes, trying to appear reassuring. Every fibre in my being was screaming at me to not listen to him, to try and escape, but I couldn't. Everything froze as I stared at him, my thoughts turning to ice as I came to a startling realisation. A realisation that bewildered me completely. I trusted him.
This mad man, this murderer, was the only person to ever pay me any attention and for some strange reason, I trusted him.
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Hearts Like Ours Chapter 4
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It's a complicated thing, the human mind.
Izaya has always loved studying the way people tick, what makes them, them. He loves the different expressions, the triumphs, the hardships. He loves people, and he loves pushing them to their limits, making them stronger than they ever thought possible. He loves watching people face their fears.
He doesn't love it in himself, however.
He hates the things his mind is afraid of, even more so now. He can't stop himself no matter how much he dislikes it, even if he knows fear is a useless thing for him to feel. It does nothing for him. Most people feel fear, and they know to stay away from things. High altitudes, deep oceans, dangerous animals—all things to be avoided.
Izaya has always charged at what scared him, full speed ahead.
He doesn't allow himself to be frightened away, even in the interest of self-preservation. He's always known Shizuo could and likely would one day destroy him—but he never factored in that he'd be alive to regret it in the aftermath.
His body was broken, and it healed. It took time and work Izaya didn't want to put into it, but he eventually got over himself enough to work through his pain and make it out of the chair, then away from the crutches.
His mind, even still sharp as ever, is far from healed. And what's worse, Shizuo has no idea, and won't leave him alone.
As payback for the crude drawings on his face, Shizuo has taken to barging into Izaya's daily life, usually just to piss Izaya off, which he's unnaturally good at. Worse yet, there isn't a lot Izaya can do about it. Sure, he could call the police, but as Namie mentioned before, it'd cause a great deal of commotion and there's no definitive proof they could even get Shizuo to leave. He could jam a knife in Shizuo's throat, but then he's almost positive Shizuo can regenerate himself like a microscopic life form, or a horrible alien creature from a horror movie. Plus, then Shizuo would almost definitely snap his neck in retaliation, and Izaya would be killing a human being anyway, if he killed Shizuo, loathe though he is to admit it.
He does his best to ignore Shizuo, and he tries to shake Shizuo off his trail when he can, but he's never been good at hiding from the beast, who has chased him for as long as he can remember. It seems every time he turns around, Shizuo is there, on his heels, reaching out to grab him.
He only wishes his body wasn't so scared of Shizuo. His heart physically aches from the constant adrenaline he feels when Shizuo is around.
“That man isn't here today?” Namie asks, breaking his thoughts.
“Yes, he is. Can't you see his daunting form on the couch?” Izaya asks, motioning to nothing. She huffs at him.
“It's getting to be strange when he isn't around. It's been almost two weeks of him barging in, and neither of you even talking. It just seems pointless, given your history.”
“You know nothing of our history,” Izaya says. “Besides, haven't you heard of an impasse? Talking isn't required.”
“Whatever,” Namie says, flipping her hair. “You're not completely stupid, though. You know things can't continue this way.”
Closing his browser, Izaya sighs, pushing his chair away from the desk.
“That was almost a compliment, Namie,” he tells her, delighting when her expression sours.
“I'm just curious to know where all this is going. Even you can't fight fate.”
“Fate. Right.” Izaya stretches, wincing a bit when his lower back twinges. “You don't share a mark with the one you love. It hasn't stopped you, has it? Where is fate in that scenario?”
She slams her hands down on the table, leaning in to glare at Izaya, who only smiles at her pleasantly.
“Don't pretend to understand my situation. It's entirely different. I'm not the one living in denial,” she hisses, pointing at him. “I don't even have a—“
“A mark. I know that. How could you possibly think I didn't know that? You don't have a mark, how shocking! It doesn't matter. You're one of the lucky ones,” Izaya says.
“Lucky!” She laughs incredulously, her eyes narrowing at him. “In a world where people are born knowing who they're meant to be with, I'm one of the lucky ones because I was meant to be with no one? Your logic is even more twisted than usual.”
“You're lucky because you're free to choose.” Izaya shrugs on his coat. “Besides, people put entirely too much stock in the soulmate thing anyway. Did you know forty percent of people never encounter their soulmates at all? Another twenty learn their soulmates died a long time ago. And then a whopping ten percent, like you, have no mark at all.”
“A thirty percent chance of meeting your soulmate before it's too late,” Namie says, “and you think it's unlucky you've found yours. Of course you do.” She folds her arms across her chest. “You're determined to die alone.”
“Dying alone is better than dying with someone who hates you,” he says placidly. “Shizu-chan will realize that, in time. It's better to let him fizzle himself out.”
“Oh, please,” she says. “The only thing you hate about him is that he hates you.”
He opens his mouth to retort something biting about her incestuous crush, but his door opens, and Shizuo strolls in, like he has every day this week. Izaya pinches the bridge of his nose. Namie looks positively gleeful.
“We were just talking about you,” she says.
“Thought I had the heebie jeebies,” Shizuo replies easily.
“Feel free to stick around, Shizu-chan,” Izaya says, and he doesn't miss the way Shizuo's eyes widen in response. “I have places to be.”
“Places?” Shizuo asks.
“A meeting,” Namie supplies.
“Lock up when you're leaving,” Izaya tells her, passing them both. He clenches his teeth when Shizuo turns on his heel and starts following after Izaya instead. “You can't come.”
“Sure as hell seems like I can,” Shizuo says, unfazed. Izaya laughs.
“This particular client doesn't like intruders. If anything happens, don't say I didn't warn you.” Izaya twirls to look at Shizuo, walking backwards so he can observe Shizuo's face. “If you end up stabbed or worse, it'll be funny, at least.”
“Is it like a Yakuza meeting?” Shizuo asks, frowning at Izaya. “Turn around. You're gonna fall.”
“Don't worry about me. It's disgusting.” Izaya turns anyway, tiring of looking at Shizuo's stupid face. “You can't just do whatever you want all the time. Maybe you'll be reminded of that today.”
Outside the building, it's a cold, biting day. The cold snap happened all at once, coming after the bout of seemingly endless rain. Izaya puts his hood up, shivering a bit as he makes his way over to the sleek black car parked across the street in its usual spot.
“Good afternoon,” the driver states. He makes a face as Shizuo climbs into the car next to Izaya, who scowls and scoots away from him. “Who is this, Orihara-san?”
“Heiwajima Shizuo,” Shizuo says.
The driver pales, clearly knowing of Shizuo's reputation. “I...see. I was sent to only pick up Orihara-san.”
“Tough shit,” Shizuo says. A moment later, the car is in motion.
“You're so annoying,” Izaya informs him, looking out the window at the people walking around, bundled up and hunched in their posture.
“That's you,” Shizuo says back. Neither of them says another word during the ride, though they do shove each other a bit. Izaya stops shoving when his head slams against the window, courtesy of Shizuo's monster paw.
“Shit. Sorry,” Shizuo says.
“Shut up,” Izaya says.
“Here we are!” The driver says, sounding somewhat relieved. “They're waiting for you inside. I'll escort you, of course.”
They exit the car, and Izaya pulls his hood up, ignoring the bite of the cold. He's always been cold natured, but his back hurts more when he's hunched over for warmth, and to make matters worse, his head hurts both from Shizuo's presence, and because he was just pushed into a window.
“This can't be right,” Shizuo's voice says. Izaya looks over at him as they walk inside.
“Shiki is a man of simple, yet refined tastes,” Izaya says. “This is the right place.”
“You've been here before?” Shizuo asks.
“Often, for meetings. Have you not been here? It's nice.”
They walk past the bouncer, who only nods at them. The club is busy for the daytime, the bass blaring through the speakers, which only makes Izaya's headache worse. He hopes they'll be out of here soon, but Shiki never keeps him long. He looks over again at Shizuo, who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.
“Why, Shizu-chan. Have you never been to a strip club?” Izaya asks gleefully. Shizuo's red face becomes even redder.
“Yes, but not by choice. Tom dragged me a few times, always saying it was for work. It was always easier to endure knowing I could punch someone soon,” Shizuo says, barely audible over the music. Izaya has to strain to hear him.
“You can always go,” Izaya informs him.
“Like hell,” Shizuo retorts.
“I hope you go deaf and then die,” Izaya mutters.
“What?” Shizuo asks loudly, frowning at Izaya like he already knows Izaya said something biting.
“I said—“
“Izaya,” a smooth voice says. Izaya schools his features as he's escorted into the private booth Shiki and his entourage are occupying. There are three women on different stages right now, all slender and beautiful in their own ways. The muscly men on either side of Shiki are busier watching them than Izaya. Killing Shiki would be easy, if that was his intent. He'll have to mention that to Shiki, one day. For now, Izaya likes having the upper hand, in case he's ever double crossed.
“Always a pleasure, Shiki,” Izaya says, holding his hand out. Shiki shakes, but not before he gives Izaya a stern once over.
“It's been a long time. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I didn't consider you'd bring a guest.”
Izaya glances over at Shizuo, who is already pressed close in the booth. Their shoulders are touching, the irony of which isn't lost on Izaya. Their marks are separated only by clothes.
“I have a new shadow. I can't seem to shake him,” Izaya says, grinning at Shiki.
“Shizuo,” Shiki says, looking Shizuo over. “Is there a reason you're here?”
“I'm with him,” Shizuo says, motioning to Izaya.
“Really? Have you two become friends?” Shiki asks. The look Izaya gives him must speak for itself, because Shiki laughs before continuing. “How odd, then. We were prepared for a chair. Not for the cause.”
“A chair?” Shizuo asks.
“A wheelchair. I was told Izaya needed one.”
The room seems smaller, all of a sudden. Izaya can feel Shizuo's eyes on him, but he doesn't meet the monster's gaze. He focuses on the man across from him, who has always been fair, yet a pain in Izaya's ass.
“Your information is wrong, but then again, I haven't been around to give it to you. I'm perfectly unscathed,” Izaya says.
“I see.” Shiki puts his elbows on the table, peering closely at him. “You don't look unscathed.”
“I've looked worse,” Izaya hisses, trying hard not to clench his teeth. He can feel Shizuo still looking at him.
“Right,” Shiki says. “I trust you got my message?”
“The one about not returning? I got it, but I'm afraid I couldn't listen. There's much to do.”
“Indeed there is. Do you have what I asked for?”
“Do I ever have anything less?” Izaya asks, smiling. What Shiki asked for was child's play, after all. “You'll find what you're looking for here.” He passes a small piece of paper across the table. “He'll be there tonight.”
“Good. It's time to put this to rest.” Shiki passes the paper to one of the muscly men, who seems to have finally remembered he's here for a job. “Now then. Why else were you here?”
Izaya pauses, his eyes cutting to Shizuo again. “We can return to that at a later date.”
“I'm a busy man,” Shiki says. “Surely you aren't assuming I'll be waiting for another meeting more convenient for you?”
Izaya bites at his tongue for a moment before laughing lightly.
“Of course not! I understand your schedule, and I sympathize. I only meant to save my own wants for another time and place. I never want to seem ungrateful. But since you insist, I'll get to my point.” He sighs softly, inaudibly, knowing Shizuo is listening to his every word. “Junichi Watanabe. Does the name mean anything to you?”
Shiki visibly stills, his eyes boring into Izaya's.
“Is this why you've returned?” he asks.
“Partly. Please, if you're able, tell me what you know of him.”
“He used to work closely with us,” Shiki says. There's a round of applause as a woman does a complicated maneuver on the pole. “He doesn't anymore.”
“He has...become a person of interest to me,” Izaya says.
“He's dangerous,” Shiki replies, glancing first at Shizuo, then at Izaya.
“I'm aware. One of his men stabbed my friend.”
Shizuo is staring openly at Izaya now, but Izaya doesn't dare look away from Shiki, who can zero in on any moment of weakness like a vulture swooping down for prey.
“I'm sure the goal was to invoke a rise from you,” Shiki says.
“A line was drawn. I'm doing my own research, of course, but you're always on about how you 'owe me one'. I thought maybe you were the man to talk to. You usually are,” Izaya says.
“I knew him. He had...radical ideas. Do you know why he might be targeting you?”
“I gave him the wrong information.”
“Deliberately?”
Izaya's stomach turns. “Yes.”
“I see,” Shiki says, looking over as a beautiful woman with huge breasts passes them. His eyes cut back to Izaya's. “You're valuable to us a source. I can offer protection.”
“And have someone in my space all day, every day? I have enough of that with Shizu-chan. I'd rather do this my way.”
“In that case, I ask you don't get yourself killed. That's all I can do.”
Izaya could say Shiki owes him a lot more than that, and mention He knows Junichi was part of Shiki's little entourage in the past. He could refuse to leave until he knew more. Instead, he offers a smile, and he stands, knowing Shiki's game, and refusing to play along.
“Then I thank you for your time. I'll see you later,” Izaya says.
“I hope so.” Shiki looks between Izaya and Shizuo again, and then he grins. “I told you it wasn't a good idea to return to the city, Izaya. But I think you've grown since then.”
“Have I?” Izaya asks.
“I believe so. I think this is all good for you. You were such a brat before.”
Outside the building, the driver is gone, undoubtedly wanting to get as far away from Izaya and Shizuo as possible. Izaya can't even blame him. He and Shizuo have an outstanding reputation.
Thankfully, Shizuo is silent as they walk. Izaya shivers, walking as fast as he can. His whole body aches, and he's ready to be in the warmth again.
“Izaya,” Shizuo begins.
“Not now,” Izaya says, meaning 'not ever.' He hopes Shizuo gets that, but he doubts it.
By the time they get back, the sun is setting. Izaya hurries inside and soaks in the warmth, and he bustles around the kitchen to make some tea, even going as far as to make Shizuo some. He's feeling rather hospitable, seeing as how whether he knows it or not, Shizuo is acting as a bodyguard. No one would dare jump Izaya with Shizuo looming beside him.
“What he said...” Shizuo murmurs, looking down at his teacup.
“It's not important,” Izaya says. “It's my business.”
“Were you in a wheelchair?”
Izaya flops onto his couch, leveling his gaze at Shizuo. “Dos that matter?”
“Yes,” Shizuo says. “Did I put you in a wheelchair?”
“Yes,” Izaya replies easily. “You did. I couldn't use my legs for a while. And now I can. End of story.”
Shizuo looks down into his cup, his brows furrowed.
“I had nightmares where I killed you. I lost control. And even if you pushed me, I—“
“Right. I did push you. I pushed you until you broke, Shizu-chan.”
“I'm sorry,” Shizuo says. Izaya ignores him.
“Nothing else matters right now. If I can't get you to leave, you'll at least be quiet while I work. I think that's fair.”
Shizuo is quiet, which is a good sign. Izaya goes to his computer and continues his research. He knows of the man who ordered the stabbing of Shinra. A cocky, vain extremist who used to work with the Yakuza. He had enlisted Izaya's help in planting a bomb in a crowded hotel. Izaya had tipped off the police, not wanting all that carnage.
Junichi must have known Izaya sold him out. But surely he knew better than to think Izaya would go along with such a massive loss of life. Izaya loves humans, even if he doesn't agree with them. He wanted Junichi to fail.
“It's late,” Izaya says after a while. He's been typing away steadily, now on a chatroom for the sake of taking a break. He usually ignores Shizuo, not wanting to give Shizuo the satisfaction of knowing he's even bothered.
“I guess,” Shizuo says. He's watching TV, sneaking glances at Izaya every now and then.
“Are you leaving soon?”Shizuo usually does. He only stayed the night once by accident.
“I wanna finish this episode,” Shizuo says stubbornly. Some cooking show is playing.
Izaya rolls his eyes and puts his head down, reading the responses across his screen. This chatroom is pure recreation, but no less interesting than any other. He replies every now and then, but it's hard to keep up with. His eyelids are heavy, and his head still hurts.
Everything hurts.
He looks up and sees Shizuo above him, eyes cold and hard. Shizuo is reaching for him, for his neck.
“Do it,” Izaya hears himself saying, but it isn't what he wants. He's so afraid, wants to run, but his body won't let him. He's just too proud t say anything different.
Shizuo's hands close around his neck. “I hate you so much,” Shizuo says, eerily calm. “Everything would be so much better without you around.”
Izaya cries, but it doesn't matter. He's dying, and he did this to himself. He knows that. He's always known this is how it would end, and he pushed anyway.
“Izaya!”
He wails, fighting the hands on him, not daring to go out without a fight.
“Wake the fuck up! Izaya—!”
He opens his eyes to find himself at his desk, Shizuo looming over him. Izaya's nails are embedded in Shizuo's arms, blood staining Shizuo's pristine white sleeves.
“What the fuck,” Shizuo breathes, letting go of Izaya when he sees Izaya is awake.
“I...”
“You were crying. And then...”
“It was just a stupid dream,” Izaya says, standing and trying to pass. Shizuo grabs his arm.
“A dream about what?” he asks.
“A monster,” Izaya says, and Shizuo flinches, but doesn't let him go.
“Did... Am I...” Shizuo struggles with words, and then he looks up at Izaya. “Am I the reason you can't sleep?”
“Don't give yourself so much credit,” Izaya says, pulling his arm free. “Go home. I'm going to bed.”
Shizuo looks at him as if he wants to argue, and then his eyes soften. He nods, and then he leaves.
Izaya's stares after him. He locks the door behind Shizuo, and then he goes back to work. He won't sleep; he knows that already.
He'd rather stay awake than relive that again.
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@holy-hyuck 🤍
Haha, I always read replies straight away and sometimes even think about the reply but never actually reply?
Thank you! I think it's gonna take me a while to get to a conversational point, and I'd like to practise my pronunciation too. I was confused with mange and manges, but I think I get it now? Verbs tend to be tricky in a lot of languages so I should've expected it 😅 That makes sense. In general premium has more options so maybe Duolingo premium is worth investing in too? For now I'm glad it's free because with uni starting up again soon I won't have time to commit enough to make it worth the money I'm spending on it, if that makes sense (also just got my timetable and yeah, I'll definitely be busier than last year 😂)
Glad you're happy with your results! Auch, bleaching hair makes me nervous, I already had mine bleached and was told I'll have to do it again, and I just KNOW my hair will be so weak after. Blue hair apparently needs lots of maintenance and just reading about all of it made me anxious (I'm in general an anxious mess rn so maybe that's why haha). Do you think your hair will be fine over time? Mine is quite thin and already damaged which is why I'm a bit worried. Also use a mask but instead of a conditioner, but I will start using a colour-depositing one once I dye my hair
I do the same thing! Once I'm pretty sure I stayed up till 6am and when I was going to sleep the sun was rising 😭 yeah, I can be hella tired and still stay up so I get you
Is baking something you enjoy a lot? I saw your post about what you do but do you mind saying what it's like to work there/what your tasks are? (I love cafes so I'm kinda jealous hehe)
Yeah, I think that's the reason heh. Idk what was going through her mind, but I ended up getting to the flat, making hot tea and changing into some sweats. I'd love to go to a bonfire this year, I went to one with my flatmates last year and it was incredibly fun!
Thank you! And you too !
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I totally get it haha, I also did that the other day when you sent your reply, I actually saw it for once but I was about to sleep and then I forgot 🤣
Yes of course take your time, I'm here to help if you need :) and yes verbs are the worst 😭 mange goes with the personal pronoun "je" = I and manges goes with "tu" = informal you but you'll see the ending depends on the groups I told you about last time and on the tense 😅
Yes maybe Duolingo Premium is good too, I just never really looked it up 😆 and yeah it was the same for me, the fact it is free is quite convenient 😊
My hair is also thin and it's still on my head after bleaching it 3 times so don't worry too much ! If you use a mask after and a conditioner after washing your hair you should be fine, mine is bot that damaged honestly!
Omg 6 am 😭 yesterday I went to bed around midnight but it's still too late 😭 I'm so tired today bruh
Yes I like baking ! I used to bake A LOT back in high school, like 3 times a week or so bit then I kinda stopped when I started uni because I didn't have time anymore 😦 usually I start the day by preparing the homemade juice and iced tea, then I prepare all the ingredients we might need for salads and toasts, I also do some deserts if we need more and in the afternoon I usually bake and do other miscellaneous things, for example this week I started the inventory of all the board games we have at the café and it takes so much time omg, the other day I counted all the little pieces to a game and there we like 4x75 + some cards 😭 it's a lot of work that needs a lot of patience 😅 and the other girl who also does voluntary work was drawing on the windows with chalk pens while I was busy with the games. My mission is also to do workshops for adults and children, and and create events for the people who come to the café (this is actually my main mission but for now because I'm still observing I am more in the kitchen than by the clients 😅 I enjoy working there but there is a a lot of work haha 😆 I'm also learning to do coffee, I did a few latte machiato already but I need to perfect my skills 😊
Yesh no wonder, I hope you didn't get sick 😟 oh yes bonfires !! I really enjoy fire idk why, they're really calming and pretty ☺️
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Hahaha! Okay, you asked for it...190 & 183, Captain Canary because, well, DUH! I like CC! 😉 I can see them on a mission off the Waverider looking to get frisky
Making Time
Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12378978/chapters/33920097
Smut Warning!
This is getting ridiculous.
One would think that with Mallus defeated the Legends would finally get a little bit of a break. But no, these days they’re busier than ever, dealing with aberrations and anachronisms alike, not to mention the occasional demons.
Sara, personally, doesn’t think just a few hours without the timeline collapsing should be too much to ask for but, unfortunately, the universe doesn’t seem to care.
“These constant missions are really starting to drive me nuts.” She complains as she heads from her office to meet the team on the bridge for yet another briefing, the second one today.
She hears Leonard hum in agreement behind her, and when she comes to a stop in front of the main console, leaning heavily on it with exhaustion, she shivers at the sensation of his fingers lightly skirting her ass before settling low on her hips.
“I know,” he whispers, his thick voice sending another chill down her spine. He presses a kiss to her temple, and it shouldn’t do the things to her that it does, but at this point they’ve been going for weeks with no time for anything other than quick words and stolen kisses. “Just hang in there.”
She hadn’t even realized her eyes were closed until she’s opening them, watching Leonard as he steps to her side like nothing happened, the others filing in. But Sara sees the dark desire in her boyfriend’s eyes, and the way that they linger on her for just a second too long.
She shakes her head; she needs to snap out of this. Soon they’ll catch a break, hopefully, and then assuming they aren’t dead tired she and Leonard can tear each other’s clothes off all they want.
Until then, they have a job to do.
“Ok,” she starts the second giving of the orders today, “I know we’re all tired but unfortunately the time stream doesn’t give a crap. So, here’s what we’re gonna do. We’ve got two urgent problems right now and about five that, so long as they don’t escalate while we’re dealing with the big ones, can be put on the backburner for a few hours. We split up and handle the two big ones, then we take a break for a couple hours and catch some sleep.” There is a round of grateful sighs at her words, just going to show how truly exhausted they all are. “So, here we go. John, Wally, and Nate, the three of you are taking the jump ship to 2002 Hawaii, there have been reports of some kind of demon running loose around Kauai. Everyone else we’re heading to 2011 New York for an arms deal. Mick and Amaya, you’re going in undercover, there’s going to be a man there using the name Manta. Don’t ask me why, he must think it’s cool, just don’t let him walk out of there with the… Nano Tech thing they’re auctioning. Ray and Zari, you’re staking out the back of the building, Leonard and I will take the front. If we’re lucky, this’ll all be over within a couple of hours.”
“Ugh…” Sara groans, tipping her head back against the passenger seat of her and Leonard’s “liberated” car. “How long is this going to take?”
Leonard chuckles in his own seat, stifling a young.
“Take a nap, I’ll keep watch.” He offers and it’s sweet, really it is, so she almost feels bad groaning again.
“I don’t want to take a nap,” she protests and Len snorts.
“You’ve barely slept all week, you really expect me to believe you don’t want to take a nap?”
“Yup,” she answers, an idea running through her mind that she should know is a bad on, except for she can’t bring herself to do that. Instead she looks at him with a slight pout of her lip, and makes sure to put just enough suggestion into her voice. “I want to do something else.”
At first he gapes at her. He isn’t denying her, yet, but he doesn’t exactly look thrilled about what she’s just proposed. Actually, he doesn’t even look like he’s sure of what she just proposed. He’s scanning her like he’s searching for some kind of hint, believing that she can’t possibly have just suggested what he thinks she has.
“Are you crazy?” He finally manages, voice overtaken with shock. “We can’t do that here!”
“Why not?” It’s a stupid question; she knows the answer to that before it’s even out of her mouth, yet she asks it anyway. There are plenty of reasons as to why they can’t do that here, the fact that they’re on a mission being at the top of the list.
“Because…” Len finally splutters, floundering for the best reason to give her, but to her surprise, instead of deciding on one, he surges forward and captures her lips in a deep kiss.
Despite being a little caught off guard Sara returns the kiss, her tongue immediately requesting access to his mouth. Instead of granting it, however, he pulls away. His hands remain cupping her face as the two of them share a look, an unspoken conversation regarding if they are really going to continue this, and then they’re back at each other. Leonard makes a little grunting noise, causing Sara to moan. He swallows the sound, hands moving down to her waist and pulling. She complies with his unspoken request, shifting in her seat without breaking contact and swinging one leg over the center console followed swiftly by the other so that she is straddling him.
“Lay back,” she whispers, voice husky. She’s keeping her back intentionally rigid, as so to avoid pressing against the horn; and that is something she would rather not be focusing on.
Len grunts at her request, his left hand moving from her hip and fumbling around for the seat lever.
It is barely two seconds later that they both go crashing down rather unceremoniously, heads knocking together upon landing.
“Ugh,” Len groans, “Car sex looks so much easier in the movies.” He complains and finally it’s Sara’s turn to smirk.
“Is this something you’re just discovering now?” She inquires, pressing another hungry kiss to his lips.
“What can I say?” He asks, pausing to give her another kiss. “I didn’t spend high school dating delinquents.”
Another kiss, “No,” Sara purrs with a soft smile, bringing her lips back to his before parting yet again. “You were the delinquent.”
Len hums lightly in agreement to that and doesn’t say anything more, far too caught up in the moment. His hands move to skim underneath the hem of her shirt and the feel of his fingers on her bare skin has Sara drawing back, dark eyes locked on his as she pulls her shirt over her head.
Leonard’s eyes, which were already dark as her own, darken even more at the sight and he licks his lips in the way he knows makes her want him all the more.
Well, two can play at that game.
She starts rocking her hips against him, feeling him hard underneath her even through their clothes. His head goes tipping back with a groan, bringing a smile to her face as she begins to quicken her pace. He gives an indignant huff to that, clearly enjoying the things she’s doing to him.
“How long’s it been for us?” He practically whimpers the question, crying out as she grinds herself harder against him.
“Too long,” Sara pants, near breathless, a needy whimper of her own following the words. She can feel her own heat beginning to pool up inside her, the friction caused by her now wet pants quickly growing more irritating than pleasurable. “I need you, now.”
Ordinarily Leonard would tease her for her demanding tone, chide her for being so impatient, but this time all he does is slip a hand between them so he can get to his zipper. Sara’s smile lights up excitedly at this, her hands suddenly flying to push her own pants and underwear out of the way. Normally they’re a lot less eager, liking to take they’re time rather than jump right into things. But they can’t be sure how much time they have here, and they know they aren’t going to have any time at all later.
So, once all the necessary clothing is as out of the way as it needs to be, Sara sinks herself down onto Leonard.
They both gasp at the sensation, neither of them accustomed to her taking him this early into things, but it feels so good. Leonard bites his lip to keep from crying out, hands digging into Sara’s hips and bringing her down to him. She rocks her hips as he lowers her, meeting his desperate kiss and moaning into his mouth when he bucks his own hips and begins to match her pace. This isn’t going to take long, for either of them. Sara’s fingers are already kneading roughly into Len’s shoulders and how she wishes he wasn’t still dressed.
“What wrong?” He whispers hastily against her lips when a groan that definitely isn’t pleasure escapes her lips.
“Pants,” she replies automatically, her lips barely leaving his and her hips still moving. At first she feels her boyfriend smirk against her kiss, but then he pulls back and stops the movement of his hips.
This, naturally, has Sara growling with disapproval and she looks back to see that Len’s eyes have fallen to where their bodies are joined, thus he’s noticed that the harsh teeth of his zipper are facing up and from that he can obviously realize they’re scraping rather uncomfortably against Sara’s sensitive clit with every move either of them makes.
Putting her hands along his face Sara brings his eyes back to hers.
“I don’t care,” she tells him firmly, and she really doesn’t. She’s been holding this desire in for far too many days. She just wants to feel herself come undone around him; she can deal with a little discomfort this one time.
“I can-”
“No,” she interrupts; leaning down and pressing another kiss to him lips. “No way, that would require me getting off you.” Another kiss, “And that’s not happening.” This time when she kisses him her hips roll, completely of their own accord. Len must have the same reaction, judging by the way his hips jerk to match the movement and he moans against her mouth.
Sara takes this to mean she’s won, until he slips a hand between them and his fingers latch onto her clit to form a barrier between her and the zipper. She squeaks in surprise at this, nearly crying into his mouth and when he starts moving his thumb in fast circles against her, right as he thrusts up into her, she just can’t help it anymore, she is gone.
She cries out his name as her orgasm explodes up her spine, having to break the contact of their kiss. He follows her over the edge; gasping with pleasure as he fills her and god does it feel good. They haven’t had time for things like this in weeks, and if they were back in their bedroom on the ship this would only be the beginning of a fantastic night, so it’s probably for the best that while in the processes of riding out her climax Sara bangs her head against the car door.
The loud “thunk” is like a splash of cold water for the two of them, forcing them to gather their bearings far sooner than they would like to.
“You ok?” Len asks as his girlfriend, rather regretfully, climbs off him and back into her own seat.
“Great,” she answers with a dirty smile, awkwardly pressing her back against her seat so she can get her pants back up before searching for her discarded shirt. “No, I barely felt the door.”
“Good,” Len smirks, situating himself so that it doesn’t look like anything happened. “Wouldn’t want to explain to the team how you got a concussion during a stake out.”
Speaking of the team, Ray and Zari are still in their own borrowed car at the back of the building Amaya and Mick are still inside, Ray watching the door and Zari still staring blankly at the smoldering piles of dust that used to be their comms.
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