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kavehayati · 9 months ago
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Man I just give up.
#dora daily#if only there was a way to just stop everything#idk if I want to die but I want everything to stop#like so many times I go out or smth and something bad happens#or I get triggered in public and I try so hard not to lose myself and start drama in public but I just can’t#every time I show any emotion people start laughing#I can’t even try to stop myself from bawling in the middle of the store without someone#just being so insensitive and rude and diminishing how I feel#you know I say I’m never mad and that is true bc I may seem mad a lot online but I’m not like this irl#but for the first time I actually got mad at someone irl and I was literally gonna beat him#I was genuinely seething so bad it’s not fair and things keep getting worse and worse#I was so close to just throwing this stupid phone and shattering it and ripping up those dumbass#birthday cards they sell in the store#and that stupid bitch of a sister I have is so fucking stupid#she sees someone anxious and incredibly upset and she acts like that ? fuck her#like bro idek how I have lived for this long and idek why I don’t go and just overdose on SOMETHING right now because#logically speaking I should just give up#but I don’t know why I can’t#like please my life is literal shit okay is replying on time so hard for you to fucking do so I don’t go even more insane fuck all of youuuu#UGHHHDJSOS#I SWEAR TO GOD I am so sick of this just you all wait#none of you deserve normal treatment all you deserve is something even worse than ghosting#just you wait let this stupid semester end and I’ll deactivate my socials go speak to the fucking wall you morons#you think I’m gonna wait around what are you paying me to be here ? if anything IM paying with my sanity#like if this was related to a spouse who was a billionaire but he was treating me as shittily as you guys treat me then I’ll say fine#at least I’m getting something out of this transaction who gives a fuck#but im not getting paid#im not receiving support#I’m getting laughed at and ignored#and used only at YOUR CONVENIENCE !!! what the FUCK ! I don’t exist for anyone and certainly not yall even if I did.
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beelsnack · 4 years ago
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Obey Me! Boys Taking Care of a Sick MC
In honor of me no longer having covid, I decided to write down how I mentally coped with having the plague  some headcanons about our boys and a sick MC. Because I’m all about the hurt/comfort life.
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Lucifer: “You should be resting.”
The human scowled. Of course Lucifer was standing guard at the bottom of the staircase.
“I’m just going to get some water,” their voice sounded like sandpaper against wood as they spoke. They felt like the living dead, and judging by the cool stare Lucifer was giving them, they looked it, too.
“No, you’re just going back to bed.” He caught them by the elbow as soon as they were within reach. “I’ll bring a pitcher of water to your room for you.”
“Lucif--” their complaint was cut off by a sudden coughing fit. The force of it made them double over, and they clutched at their chest with one hand while the other went to cover their mouth. Demons couldn’t catch human illnesses, but old habits die hard.
It wasn’t until their lungs stopped trying to eject themselves from their body that they realized that Lucifer had sat them down on the bottom step. He was rubbing slow, soothing circles on their back, a rare look of concern in his dark eyes. “Easy now, my dear,” he murmured as they caught their breath. “You’re shaking, are you chilled?”
“...Just a little,” they wheezed. They must not have sounded very convincing, because Lucifer quickly removed one glove and gently pressed the back of his hand against their forehead.
“Your fever has come back.” In one quick, fluid movement, he had taken the cloak from around his shoulders and wrapped it around them like a blanket. “Go back to bed, now. I’ll bring you water and something to bring your fever down,” he spoke softly, like raising his voice would trigger another coughing fit.
It was too bad they were too sick to appreciate Lucifer’s soft side.
Mammon: “…A’ight, that should be everything.”
Admittedly, he might have gone a bit overboard. But, could you blame him? He’d never nursed a sick human back to health before!
…Okay, so Lucifer may or may not have let Mammon use his credit card to get stuff for them. And he may or may not have taken a few liberties. It was for the human though!
“Mammon, holy shit,” they mumbled, poking their head out from the blanket burrito they had cocooned themselves in. “Is there anything left at the convenience store or did you buy them out?”
“Shut it.” he set the last six-pack of Gatorade (well, the Devildom equivalent of it, anyway) at the foot of their bed. “Ya’ weren’t specific, so I just got one of each!”
Their room looked like a doomsday prepper’s bunker. Cans of soup, a myriad of flavors of instant noodles, a portable heater, the works. Maybe they should have been more specific.
“Do ya’ need anything else?” Mammon sounded vaguely annoyed, but underneath the gruff tone he spoke with, his concern was obvious. They had given him a scare when they first came down with the flu two days ago, temperature so high that they ended up collapsing on their way to RAD. He had been fussing over them since. They weren’t even sure if he had slept.
“...Just one more thing.”
“Yeah?” he perked up like a dog waiting for an order from its master. “Whaddaya need?”
Instead of speaking, they wiggled their arms free of the blankets and held them out. For a moment, Mammon just stared at them in confusion. When what they were asking for finally clicked, his face grew so hot they could use it as a space heater.
“What are you, a little kid?” he grumbled, but there wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation as he climbed into the bed with them. They settled themselves against his chest, sighing contentedly. Sleep had taken over in a few heartbeats.
“...Get better soon, you hear?” they didn’t, obviously, and Mammon took the opportunity to gently pat their head, like they so often did for him. “If you’re gonna be all cute and stuff, I want ya to be conscious of it.”
Leviathan: “You know, I really thought you would take longer to go through all of these.”
The human looked like a whole new person compared to the last time Levi had seen them. They were sitting upright, although they looked ready to slide back down into their previous coma-like state any minute, and the number of blankets wrapped around them had been reduced to just one instead of three. They managed to shoot him a weak grin as they handed over the manga he had let them borrow.
As much as Levi loved staying locked away in his inner sanctum, it was only an enjoyable experience if one’s source of entertainment was also locked away with them. And he couldn’t, in hood conscience, let the human die of boredom instead of dying of illness, so he had ventured out of his lair armed with his collector’s edition box set of I’m A Scholarship Student At An Obscenely Rich School and Now I Have To Work Off A Debt Because I Broke A Vase That Belonged To A Host Club!
That had only been a few days ago, but this morning he had gotten a text from them saying that they were finished.
“It’s not like I have anything else to do, Levi.”
“Pretty sure you could have been sleeping, but okay.”
They stuck their tongue out. “I couldn’t put it down.”
“Right?” Levi nodded enthusiastically, clutching the box to his chest like it was worth his weight in gold. Actually, knowing him, he probably paid his weight in gold for it. “I definitely bawled my eyes out at the end. You have to watch the anime next, the music really brings the scene together. And, like, I’m not usually into pastel themes, but the color scheme actually really fits the mood, and - “
Somewhere in the middle of Levi’s overly-excited info dumping, the human’s eyes had slipped closed. By the time Levi realized he was geeking out, their breathing had evened out and they had slumped against the headboard.
…Oh. They looked really cute like that.
“Sheesh, c’mon, normie,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I bored you to sleep.”
He set down the box on their nightstand and, very carefully, so he didn’t wake them up, inched them down to lay were laying against the mountain of pillows they had. Once they were settled into a position that wouldn’t give them a crick in their neck, he pulled the blanket up to their chin.
“There,” he nodded to himself. “You rest up, because you and I are going to have an anime marathon, and I won’t forgive you if you fall asleep in the middle of it.”
They mumbled, but otherwise stayed unconscious. Levi had definitely seen this in an anime before. His heart was pounding somewhere around his throat, but he wasn’t getting this opportunity again any time soon. Gently, like he was approaching a wild animal, he leaned in close and pressed his lips to their forehead.
“Seriously, get better soon.” he murmured. “I don’t like seeing you sick.”
Satan: His leg was falling asleep.
He had been sitting in the same position for at least an hour, and if it were anyone else he simply would have shoved them off and went about his day. But, how could he push the human away when they were curled up like a kitten in his lap?
They had been complaining about being bored, since they had been too feverish to attend RAD for the past few days. So Satan, always the man with a plan, had arrived in their room ready to binge watch his favorite crime drama. Even though he had seen this show at least eight times, he still found himself getting absolutely sucked into the plot. So much so that he didn’t notice the human starting to nod off until they landed against his side.
“Honestly, you could have just told me you were tired.” he muttered, gently rearranging them so their head was resting in his lap. They made a small noise in their sleep, but otherwise remained unconscious.
It was so rare that the human was still. They seemed to have an endless source of energy, able to be embroiled in all of the shenanigans that tended to happen around the family without absolutely disintegrating. To have them finally at rest, even sick, was quite the treat. Satan couldn’t quit help himself as he reached down to pet their head.
Well, if he was going to be stuck here until they woke up, at least he had a good show to watch.
Asmodeus: “Asmo, I can bathe by myself.”
“Yeah, no, don’t even try it.” Asmo shook his head as he ushered the human into his bedroom. “You passed out in the shower the other day, darling. This is the only time I’m grateful for Mammon’s snooping, because you might still be there if he hadn’t heard you fall.”
They subconsciously touched the sore spot on their shoulder where they had collided with the wall. The pain blended in with the rest of their body aches, but the bruise certainly didn’t.
“Besides,” Asmo sat them down on the chaise lounge. “A nice, hot bath with some quality oils will rejuvenate you like nothing else. Now, go on, strip.”
When they gave him a clearly unamused look, he just laughed. “Not while you’re sick, darling. You know full well being with me requires you to be at peak energy.”
With a sigh, they began peeling themselves out of their days-old pajamas. Admittedly, they did feel like a bath would help them feel a little better. They were pretty sure they read somewhere that the steam from hot water would help clear out all the gunk in their chest. And if anyone knew the intricate rituals of bath time, it was Asmodeus.
While they were stripping, Asmo had made his way over to the Grecian temple that was his bathtub and turned on the tap. After a few moments of running his hand under the stream to test the temperature, he stood and began browsing his impressive collection of bath accoutrements. “Hm, let’s see, let’s see…here it is!”
Asmo turned around, holding up the little bottle like he had just found buried treasure. “Eucalyptus, to help clear out the lungs. It’s good for muscle aches, too!”
With a flourish, he put a few drops into the water. “Alright, ready. Can you get in yourself or do you need my help?”
“I’ve got the flu, not the plague, Asmo.”
“You. Fell. In. The. Shower.” he punctuated each word with a poke to their cheek before holding out his hand to help them. Although they grumbled, they were still feeling kind of weak, so they allowed Asmo to pull them up.
“There, now, easy does it,” he spoke softly as he guided them to sit on the edge of the tub. If this were any other situation, they would be painfully aware of the fact that they were completely naked in front of the Avatar of Lust. But, the fragrant steam rising from the water was beginning to ease the ache in their chest, and Asmo’s soft hands had begun massaging their shoulders. They barely even noticed when they were fully seated.
“You’re not coming in?” they murmured sleepily as Asmo sat himself along the edge of the tub. He just laughed.
“Next time, darling. Now, you just relax and let me take care of you.”
Beelzebub: The phrase “don’t have much of an appetite” just didn’t make sense to Beel. How could someone not want to eat? Maybe he was a bit biased, being the ever-starving Avatar of Gluttony, but still. Humans needed lots of nutrients to get better when they were sick, right? He was pretty sure that was what Satan told him.
Beel scowled, scrolling through the eighteenth listicle about foods to eat when sick. Honestly, he was making himself hungry, but he was starting to get the general idea. Looks like he’s making them some soup.
The kitchen was separated into “human” and “demon” sections, after the one time that they almost used cyanide instead of salt. Human cuisine took less time and involved less magic, so Beel knew his way around the human spice cabinet. Making the soup was the easy part, making sure it got to its intended recipient was another matter.
Climbing the stairs to the human’s room felt like a Herculean task, but he did it - mostly. He may have taken a few bites here and there. But he had purposely put more in the bowl than he knew they would be able to eat, so it was fine, right? He knocked on their door twice, listening to them shuffle around before they finally called out weakly that the door was open.
“I brought food.” he said, shutting the door behind him. “You haven’t been eating much lately.”
They poked their head miserably out of the blanket burrito they had wrapped themselves in. A thin sheen of sweat covered their forehead, but they were shaking, which meant their fever hadn’t broken yet. Did humans always take this long to get better? Another question for Satan.
“I’m not really hungry, Beel.” they mumbled, voice thick and gravelly due to the sore throat they had. “You can eat it.”
Shaking his head, Beel sat himself down on the bed beside them. “I had some already.”
“Have some more.”
“No, I made it for you.” his stomach growled, completely undermining his words. “It’s basically just broth, you can drink it.”
They wiggled around for a bit before they managed to extract themselves from the absolute cocoon they had made. “…What kind of broth?”
“Just chicken, I promise.” he laughed. “I wasn’t about to try to get you to eat a Devildom recipe.”
Finally, they got themselves into a sitting position, but even that seemed to wear them out. They flopped against Beel’s shoulder, and he definitely didn’t like how hot their skin felt against his. Their breathing was ragged as they tried to get the energy to sit up.
“Here,” Beel dipped the spoon into the broth. “I’ll help.”
“I’m not a baby…”
“No, but you are really weak.” he replied gently. “Let me help you.”
He could feel the urge to protest vibrating through their body - their independence was definitely an endearing quality of theirs. But, eventually they must have come to the conclusion that a content of tenacity between the two of them was going to take longer than simply waiting out their illness. With a huff, they opened their mouth and let Beel feed them.
“Oh, wow, this is pretty good.”
“I’m a good cook if I don’t eat the ingredients first.”
Belphegor: “I thought humans slept a lot when they got sick.”
The bags under the human’s eyes were almost as intense as they glare they gave him. When the rest of the brothers had begun arguing over something stupid, Belphegor had taken the opportunity to bundle them up and whisk them away to the peace and quiet of the attic. His intent had been to take a nice long nap with them, but apparently their lungs had a different plan.
“We should,” they groaned, sounding like their throat was made of sandpaper. “Every time I feel like I’m going to fall asleep, I start coughing.”
“That sounds counter-intuitive.”
“Tell me about it.”
Belphie rolled over so that he was lying on his side, facing them. “Well then, you picked a good nap partner.”
They blinked blearily up at him. “Why is that?”
“Come here, I’ll show you.”
He reached out, tugging them towards him until they were settled comfortably against his chest with their head tucked beneath his chin. Although he wasn’t the tallest of the brothers, he had enough height to basically surround the human. “Can you hear my heartbeat?”
“I’m too tired for you cheesy lines, Belphie.”
“No, seriously, just listen.”
He could practically hear them roll their eyes, but they quieted down. Once he was sure they were synced up with the steady ba-bump, ba-bump of his heart, he began to work his magic - literally.
He brought his hand up to cup the back of their skull, fingertips tingling as he focused his magic their. They squirmed for a moment before sighing as the cool rush of Belphie’s special brand of sleep magic washed over them.
“I told you, being tired isn’t the prob - “
“Hush,” he murmured, letting them feel his voice rumble through his chest. “Just relax for me, okay?”
Belphie massaged their scalp like he was washing their hair, working his magic into their skin. Slowly but surely he felt them soften, the tightness in their chest easing. Finally, their slightly labored breathing evened out, and the poor human finally succumbed to sleep.
“About time,” he kissed the top of their head. “You need to rest if you want to get better, so let’s sleep as long as we like, okay?”
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adie-dee · 6 years ago
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The prompt for the special edition of @yourocsbackstory​ was to pick a holiday that holds a special meaning in one of my characters backstory, or one that just sums up how it has been every year.
Bethany hasn’t had what anyone would call a normal upbringing, considering her curse and the sheer amount of magic in her family, so I thought I’d explore what Christmas means to her.
In the below Bethany has just turned 24 and is set almost a year before the events of Lies in the Lilies.
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“I mean, it’s not that big of a deal, is it?” I finished, not liking how Faith has reacted to what I’d just told her. She would have been less dramatic had I said I hated kittens or the colour pink, two things which she absolutely adored.
“But it’s Santa,” Faith stressed, stopping in front of a display of Christmas themed jewelry. “How can you never have had a pic with him? It’s like a rite of passage growing up! Like everyone has to have the pic of them bawling their eyes out while on Santa’s knee.”
“That doesn’t sound very nice…”
“Oh at the time it probs isn’t. Looking back it’s hilarious though and I still get a pic taken every year. Mum loves them.” Suddenly she gasped, putting down the earrings she was holding. “Oh my god I have an idea. Come on!”
Before I could ask what she was on about she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the store we were in, taking a direct route for where the Santa was in the middle of the shopping centre. 
Faith led me through the crowd of people doing last minute shopping. There was the occasional yell, when Faith forgot she was a lot smaller than I was and pulled me through a gap I should probably not have fit through, and I hoped that the yells were because we were being rude, and not because they were being hurt by my curse.
I tugged on Faith’s hand, trying to get her to stop. “Are we even allowed to? Looks like it’s just for kids!”
Faith stopped in her tracks, and had it not been for my curse I was positive I would have crashed into her. “So?” She asked. “How is this any different to all those times we’ve been kicked out of the Macca’s playground or the time we binged watched all the classic Disney movies? And anyway I know you missed out on a lot of stuff growing up, even if you won’t talk about it. Like, a lot a lot. And this is like writing a letter to Santa but better!”  
“I’ve never done that either,” I confessed, figuring I should get all her shock out of the way in one hit. “We don’t do Christmas.”
Faith frowned. “Why not? Are you a different religion or something? You’ve never said anything before so I didn’t know and if I’m being rude can you tell me? I’d just love to get a photo of the two of us with Santa and…”
While she babbled about Santa and what she knew of other religions December celebrations I debated what I was going to tell her. Explaining that the last thing my parents wanted me believing in - particularly post curse, when I was panicking because someone wanted me dead - was an all-seeing god-like entity who not only commanded a legion of fair folk but who could enter anyone’s home without being seen because magic like that really existed and was legitimately terrifying would sound ridiculous to Faith, but I didn’t like the idea of lying to her. And explaining that my Dad’s family had been excommunicated from the church centuries ago and that they’d never gotten over that probably wouldn’t cut the mustard either. Except… she’d mentioned religion, so there wasn’t anything stopping me going in that direction.
“We don’t really follow any religion,” I told her. “And I know people say Christmas is secular or whatever, but it’s kind of not? Plus Mum prefers to celebrate Yule which is like, late June here. That’s when all that winter wonderland stuff makes sense - not the middle of summer when everyone is singing about snow while ignoring the fact it’s 40 degrees outside and the roads are melting.”
“Oh I didn’t know! Is that why you always work Christmas night instead of going home,” she asked, glancing in the direction of Santa.
“Pretty much,” I replied, even though it wasn’t really the truth. “Plus if I went home I’d probably hear about how they don’t approve of my lifestyle, which seems to be what happens at Christmas if Twitter is anything to go by.” 
Faith frowned again. “Why, because you’re bi? I hate--”
I cut her off before she could get started. “Nope. Because I’m a bartender and that’s not what they want for me.” What they wanted was me home where they could keep an eye on me in the hope they could protect me from my curse, but Faith didn’t need to know that part either. Plus they’d definitely think bartender was below me. I could just hear Mum insisting that if I was that desperate to have a job her or Dad could get me work within their companies - jobs I could do from home too, as if working by myself all the time was a perk.
“They sound judgy.”  She glanced in Santa’s direction again, pouting slightly, and I knew I was going to give in to what she wanted. It was always hard saying no to Faith, and honestly getting the pic did sound like fun. 
“They don’t mean to be mean,” I insisted. “They’re just a little old fashioned. Now are we getting this photo or not?”
Faith beamed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards Santa once again. “We should totally make this a yearly thing,” she said as we joined the thankfully short queue. “And - oh! You’re totally welcome to come to Adelaide with my for Christmas lunch too if you want!”
“I can’t,” I groaned. “I already promised I’d work and I need the cash.”
“Ugh, lame. Next year then?”
I agreed, though I knew I was probably telling her yet another lie. If I couldn’t break my curse, this would be the last December I’d ever have.
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odilestory · 8 years ago
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Two Years - Super!Reader x Tim Drake
pretty long one shot with Jon’s sister (superman’s daughter) and Tim Drake. *SLIGHT NSFW BUT NOTHING SERIOUS* towards the end. also mostly based off Super Sons,,,enjoy! 
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Being a Kent is about as normal as you’d expect. Obviously, my brother and I inherited my dad’s powers, those being dominant traits (I’m guessing). I remember when I gained my first ability; the super hearing. I was around three years old, in preschool. Now, when you first get the ‘super traits,’ you can’t control them. At all. So, when a kid woke up crying during nap-time, to me it sounded like someone was blowing a trumpet right next to my ear, and I woke up bawling as well. At six, I got the heat vision while in the bath. Thankfully, mom figured out she better take me out of the tub before I boiled myself. At seven I got the strength. I saw two kids fighting on the playground and decided to step in. I interfered by pushing one of the kids, but much to my dismay I didn’t push him to the ground. I pushed him across the school yard. That was an interesting call home. But, by far the most exciting power I gained was when I was eight. That’s when I started flying, and boy was dad excited. Mom was concerned, but she trusted me (even though I was eight) and she trusted dad to help me with it. We had just gotten a trampoline (I think it was a birthday present for me and Jon) and of course, I had to try it out. I remember Mom holding Jon next to Dad while I jumped. One, two, three, and on the fourth, I stayed up there. Just hovering. I looked at my Dad, confused at first, but soon we both smiled at each other and he flew up to meet me. The rest of the powers came over the years. Flying will always be a major perk of being a Kent.
Now I’m seventeen and Jon is ten. I’m a senior and Jon is in fifth grade. We both go to the West-Reeve School, of course he’s in their elementary program and I’m in the high school. We used to go to public school, but Bruce (Dad’s apparent best friend and semi-local billionaire) made quite a donation to the school and insisted that Jon and his son Damian, a.k.a. Robin (did I mention Bruce is Batman?), go there in exchange for their own heroes-and-vigilantes-in-training-headquarters as I like to call it. I had friends at the school, so when Dad told me Jon was going and asked if I would like to, I said sure. The only catch being I had to drive them back to our house everyday. Damian usually stayed at our house after school to do homework. To get home, he usually got zeta beamed back to Gotham via their HQ. Occasionally, I use the head quarters as well, but mostly to monitor Jon and Damian. Some nights, however, I meet up with Batgirl in Gotham and patrol with her under the mantle Supergirl, soon to be Superwoman in about eight months. We’re good friends with the bat-family. After all, I drive one of them home everyday. They’re kinda like my older brothers and sisters in a way. Whenever we would visit them or visa versa, Dick would always entertain me while Dad and Bruce talked about League stuff.  Jason taught me a lot about self defense, and even though I would probably never need to know, he taught me how to shoot a gun (much to Dad’s disapproval). Damian was like the annoyingly rude little brother that I never knew I wanted. Steph, Cass, and Babs are like my sisters. We even have a group chat dedicated to bitching about our brothers. Tim was different though. As embarrassing as it is, I’ve had a crush on him ever since I met him at a Wayne Enterprises party. I think I was thirteen and he was fourteen. We kinda hit it off at the party I guess, and we started hanging out a lot. His smart matched my smart, and his stupid matched my stupid, even though at times we were either smarter or more stupid than the other. Not long after I caught feelings, and after about a year and a half of crushing, he asked me out when I was fifteen and he was sixteen. Shockingly, we’ve been able to keep it a secret from both our parents. Being vigilantes helps a lot, I’ll just say I’m on patrol with Steph or Babs and instead hang out at his house while Bruce is gone. Alfred and Babs are the only ones who know, and they’re sworn to secrecy and trusted as well. However, I get the feeling Dick knows too; he always gives me these looks when I’m around him and Tim. I’m not worried though, like Alfred, he’s to be trusted.
On this particular day, Friday, I had plans to go out with Tim. It was our two year anniversary of him asking me out. I never really kept track of anniversaries, but he seemed to enjoy the thought of it, so I went along. He said he had something special planned, even though as far as I knew we were doing the usual and just hanging out at his place while Bruce was on patrol. We didn’t get to see each other as much lately. He had a lot of cases and he started his internship, which meant he was extra busy. Somehow, he still found time for our time. My first mistake of the day happened before we left the school parking lot. Jon had a big school project on a try-fold that he wanted to put in the trunk. I was waiting for them to get to the car, sitting in the driver seat, texting Tim. I was in the middle of typing when Damian got in the passenger seat and informed me that Jon needed to put his project in the back. I couldn’t open the trunk without the keys (my car wasn’t the newest thing ever), so I left my phone, open, on the seat as I went out to open the trunk for Jon. Of course, in the minute I was out of the car, Damian had noticed I left my phone open. And he found it interesting how I was texting Tim. So, being the sneak he was, he went through as many messages as he could, undoubtedly finding the short “love you”s and “babe”s hidden somewhere in there, because when I got in the car again, we had this weird look on his face like he was trying not to laugh. Or gag. The second mistake wouldn’t have been such a huge factor if Damian hadn’t looked through my phone, but he did. So this didn’t help his developing theory disprove itself: I told the boys I needed to stop at the store and said that I’d buy them a snack if they wanted to come with. I really needed to go to get coffee. For Tim. I figured it would be a nice gift for him. I knew his favorite kind, and the store was on the way home, so I took advantage. Before we started driving I finished my text to Tim, saying “see you later :)” during which I caught Damian trying to take a peek at my phone, but he tried to play it off as stretched him neck. We got out of the car in the store parking lot, I locked the car, and walked into the store with my hand on Jon’s shoulder and Damian on my other side. I made a B-line for the coffee, and left Damian and Jon to pick out their food. It took we a while to find the right kind, so both the boys had found me and their snacks before I could find the right coffee. The boys were quietly bickering next to me. I found it, and picked it up off the shelf checking the price. Damian was quick to notice the one I had picked. He smirked and said, “Is that the one you’re buying?” I responded without looking at him. “Yep. Why’d you ask?” “Well, I couldn’t help but notice that Drake quite enjoys that brand and roast. Any significance?” Damn that kid. Him and his detective mind. Then Jon had to help him out and interrogate me too. “Yeah, sis, you don’t even drink homemade coffee, you only get iced mochas from the shop. Why are you buying it?” They were trying to get me. “A present for a friend.” Was the best I thought of in the moment. “Tt.” Damian made that weird noise and turned, walking to the register. I followed, cursing myself under my breath. If he had suspicion, he was gonna tell Bruce, and then Bruce would call my Dad, and then everyone would know. Including the media. I can just see it now: “WAYNE WARD DATING JOURNALISTS’ DAUGHTER!” Great. The ride back to our house was a nightmare. I could hear Damian murmuring fractions of sentences to himself. He was most likely debating how he should tell Bruce.  When we got back to the house, as I unlocked the door, I heard Damian whisper to Jon, “We need to talk. In your room. And she can’t hear.” I scoffed and set my bag down on the couch, going to get a snack from the kitchen. Mom and Dad were still at work and would be for another hour or so. “Sis, me and Damian are going to my room, and no super hearing! We are having a confidential conversation!” “You got it, hun!” I yelled as Jon ran up to stairs to his room, Damian trailing behind. It was a rule in our house that if someone explicitly said for no powers to be used, then we weren’t allowed to use powers. It’s a big trust and loyalty thing, often used as punishment. Instead of grounding us, we weren’t allowed to fly or use super strength or speed. Which, in a way I guess is grounding us. I decided to get the little weekend homework I had done before my night out. I was going to meet Barbara for dinner and catch up time at 6, and then be at Tim’s at 8. I had never been over there that early, it was usually always after 10, but Tim said Bruce was away on business, so he would’t be there. And Damian went on patrol with Dick whenever Bruce left him alone, so we didn’t have to worry. I was done with homework by the time Mom and Dad got home, around 4:30, and Damian left around then as well, making sure to give me a look before he walked out the door. I greeted my parents as usual when they came home. “Hey!” I said when they walked in “How was work?” “mm, it was good. Nothing special today. Did Damian already leave?” Mom said, giving me a kiss on the forehead before setting down her things. “Yep. Just a few minutes before you guys got here.” “How was your day, sweetie?” Dad lifted me up from my chair and spun me around a few times, making Mom laugh. “And where’s my son?” “Your son is upstairs, hopefully doing homework. My day was good.” Jon ran down the stairs and jumped onto Dad’s shoulders, making him stumble. They started their own conversation as I walked to the kitchen to meet Mom. “Do we have anything going on tonight?” I jumped up and sat on the counter, watching as she took out a snack for herself. “I don’t think so. Why, do you have a date?” “A date? Not on my watch!” Dad commented from the living room, earning a look from his wife. I laughed a bit nervously. “No, but I was planning on meeting Babs for dinner at 6 and then maybe helping her on patrol. Is that ok?” “Fine with me. Clark?” She looked to him. “Alright with me. Just be home before 12. She can handle the rest of the night on her own. And call me if you need any help.” “Ok, Dad.” I laughed and hopped off the counter, putting the books I was done with back in my bag and headed up to put it in my room for the weekend. Before I made it halfway up the steps, I was interrogated again. “What’s this coffee for?” Mom yelled from the kitchen. I froze, but gave her the same answer I gave the boys. “Present for a friend. I’m gonna drop it off on my way to Gotham.” “Ah.”
The rest of the night went without conflict. It took me around thirty minutes to fly to Gotham, so I left at 5:15. I liked to be early. I headed out with a kiss from Mom and Dad and a hug from Jon, a change of clothes and the coffee securely in a bag. I landed in Gotham and changed into civilian clothes and walked to the restaurant Babs said to meet at. I gawked at the sight of it. It looked too fancy and expensive. Bruce was definitely paying for this one. Over dinner, I would find I was right. We just talked about stuff in general. She asked me how it was going with me and Tim, and I told her about our planned meeting. She teased me about it, but in a sisterly way. After dinner, we parted ways and I headed to the manor. I arrived promptly at eight and was greeted by Alfred. “Good evening, Miss Kent. Here for Tim, I presume?” “Hi Alfred! Yup, is he upstairs?” I entered as he stepped aside. “I believe so. Is there a special occasion tonight?” I took off my jacket and hung it on the coat rack. “Two year anniversary, actually.” I smiled at him and he smiled back. “A congratulations is in order, then. Might I ask when you plan on telling Master Bruce?” I sighed. “I have a feeling he’ll find out soon enough.” I turned and headed to Tim’s room. “Whatever you say, miss. If you don’t find him in his room, check the theatre. I saw him there earlier.” “Thanks Alfred!” I hurriedly walked up to stairs and stopped at Tim’s door. I could hear him talking to himself. Cute. I knocked on the door, and then heard some shuffling and a laptop shut. I opened the door and saw Tim finishing writing a note on his desk. I set my bag down on the end of his bed. His room was clean. A rarity. He looked up and smiled at me. “Its been a while.” He said smoothly. “I know.” I walked over to him and put my arms around his neck, and his went around my waist. “Boy, have I got a lot to tell you.” “Well, we’ve got plenty of time. How long can you stay?” “Dad said to be home my twelve. I can stay ‘till 11 just to be safe.” “Sounds good to me.” He smiled and kissed me. Not quickly, but not too slowly either. Maybe for two or three seconds we held onto it. We pulled away at the same time, smiling. “So, what’ve you got planned, lover boy?” I sat on his bed and watched him walk over to me. He stood in front of me, hands on his hips. “If it’s cool with you, I thought we could just hang out. Nothing super special, just fluffy stuff. Watch a movie, cuddle, make out. The basics.” Tim was usually kinda shy and awkward, but we had become so close that he almost reminded me of Dick. Outgoing, and more forward. As just witnessed with the “make out” thing. I laughed lightly. “Sounds perfect. Before we get into it though,” I reached into my bag and pulled out the coffee. “Here’s this. It’s not a lot but you seem like you could use it.” He got this dorky excited look on his face. “Thanks, babe. You didn’t have to get me this, but thank you. So much. I’m sure it’ll be helpful.” He took it out of my hands and gave me a kiss on the forehead, then went to set the bag of grounds on his desk. He turned to me. “Theatre?” He held out his hand. “Theatre.” I took it and we made our way downstairs. We picked an action/thriller movie that got pretty good ratings. Tim was picky about movies. Lucky for him, we barely watched the movie. We were either talking to each other while cuddling or complaining about the movie’s production. We were both quite the critics. Within the last thirty minutes of the movie, we got into a heated make out session that included removing a few garments of clothing. Shirts were no more, but I kept my bra on, I don’t think he minded. I was sitting on his lap, legs hooked behind his back, on one of the couches in the theater room. Last time I checked the time, it was just ten ‘o’ clock. No one was supposed to be home until at least 1 a.m., so we had plenty of time My hand started tracing shapes on his chest and abs, he then moved kiss my neck and collar bones, trying to give me a hickey, earning a soft moan from me. I tried not to be loud. I didn’t want to scar Alfred. We had gone farther than just make out before. We had gone all the way a few times, and I thought tonight would be one of those nights. But before he could take his lips off my neck, we heard: “Drake?” We looked at each other with panic. We were making out, shirtless, and Damian was about to catch us. How embarrassing. “Drake? Are you home?” I quickly handed him his shirt and he found mine, I got off of him and sat next to him, quickly putting it back on and watching him put on his. Damian was gonna get it for ruining my night. “What do we do?” I whispered to him. “I don’t know! If you go upstairs he’ll see you!” “I could speed past?” “He’d still notice…” “Shh! I hear his footsteps,” I put a finger to his lips. “Tim he’s coming in here!” He sighed. We both knew there was nothing we could do. He didn’t even have to say anything, we both knew. Damian walked in. He laughed. The little demon laughed! “So, my suspicions were correct. Between the texts and the coffee, I knew you’d be here, Kent. I told Dick I needed to stop by, and now that I know I was right, I’ll be on my way. Good night, Drake, Kent.” He laughed as he walked out, clearly pleased. After he was gone, Tim and I just looked at each other. We burst out laughing. I fell into his chest and we hugged each other, just enjoying each other’s company. It was almost eleven now, I would have to leave soon. “Thanks for the coffee, babe.” “Thanks for the hickey, sweetie.” I gave him a kiss, said goodbye, gave him a final kiss, and flew off.
I got home at 11:34. I unlocked the door and saw Dad in the kitchen. I figured he had just gotten back from a crisis. “Welcome home.” He walked over to me. He looked tired. “Were you in the city?” I asked as he hugged me. “Yeah, had to check something out. It wasn’t major. Only took an hour.” “Ah. Well, I’m goin’ to bed. Night.” I made my way to the stairs, but again, I was stopped before I made it upstairs. “Why do you smell like…cologne?” I froze again, and sighed. I gave up. I walked back down and sat on the couch. He sat beside me. “Who’s the boy?” I put my head in my hands. He put his hand on my back. I could feel him smiling. “Tim Drake…” He laughed and pulled me to his side. He wasn’t upset at all. He was probably glad it was someone he knew. “How long?” Here goes the shocker. Slowly, I spit it out. “Two…years…” I winced, awaiting reaction. “Two years!?” He pretty much yelled. I heard Mom and Jon coming down the stairs to see what was wrong. I hung my head back on the couch. This was gonna take some explaining.
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Alouette II: Your Jealousy
The head of a certain barista glanced up as she stared from behind the service counter, blinking her eyes as they shot toward the café’s front door. How odd. For a moment, she could have almost sworn that there was a bell, its merry jingle reaching her ears... In fact, she was sure it was the bell above the entrance of her small establishment too, come to think of it... Shrugging it off as barely scraping by for the amount of time her small business had been open, she chalked it up to the jitters of a novice, smiling as she approached the table where her first customer sat.
“How was it? It wasn’t too bitter, I hope? What sort of drink would you like to help wash any unpleasant aftertaste away?” Mod Barista asked, removing the notepad and pen from the front pocket of the barista apron she wore. A hum left the barista as she nodded, jotting down the customer’s requested drink as it was uttered. “So... A flute of rosé: bubbly and a little sharp on the tongue, but with a round taste. Is that right?” No sooner had the last word been scratched down on the blank paper in blue ink, Mod Barista smiled as her eyes bore a quiet twinkle of mischief.
“I’ll begin the preparations immediately. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll do my best. Excuse me.” The barista nodded before turning on her heels, walking back to the service counter. The smile was still on her face, just barely there, but noticeable. Her first drink! She couldn’t mess this up! Then again, she always did like a bit of a challenge, anyway...
OOC: Guys. You guys. All of you. You’re so damn precious. No, seriously, you are all so awesome and amazing. How are you liking my posts so far, both new and old? I may not look it, or appear to be, but I am an utter novice when it comes to stuff like this. Not so much as writing, but... What I’m writing so far, you know? ...Um... I think I confused myself there, but fear not. I will work my ass off to make this part just as good as the first part, or even better than the first part. Hopefully.
This barista would like to take the opportunity to apologize for making the s/o/reader being such a trashy bitch towards Akira in the first bit. Poor baby, all alone out in the cold. Or sleeping on the couch, to be precise. Ahaha. No worries, my thirsty dears. I’ll be more gentle to him from here on out. One remorseful, apologetic s/o/reader coming up!
Also, kouryuudielysion, I will begin prepping your request/order the moment I’m finished with this one. I can’t guarantee when I’ll have your request up, but I will have it posted as soon as I can, I promise. Thank you for giving this barista some seriously good food for thought!
The heels of your shoes clicked over the sidewalk, wading your way past couples ranging from teenagers, young adults, middle-aged, and to the elderly. The giggles of children rose up in the chilly early spring air, their little hands clasping around their mothers’ slim knuckles as soft, but lightly stern words of maternal scolding were heard. The complaints, whispers of pointless gossip, crow-like smiles, and hisses of rumours were heard from the occasional group or cluster of women, teenagers, single and married women alike.
You stopped in the midst of a small ocean of people, your lips pursed as you looked up from the glowing screen of your phone, flicking a glance around. The part of the city you found yourself in was positively bustling with activity, it gave you the impression of the inner workings of a bee hive. A bee hive with scores of drones who were either buzzing about, putting forth the minimal effort required, or were lazing about and doing nothing at all, and with no queen bee in sight.
Shopping bags hung from the clothed arms of women as they walked out of clothing stores, the heels of their boots clicking over the sidewalk as they walked. Businessmen gripped briefcases, holding a tall or medium-sized Styrofoam cup in their hands, sipping on their doubtlessly hot drinks as they walked. Elderly couples sat on benches, grumbling on about how the younger generation were so “damn disrespectful.” Others shambled on by, their wrinkled lips pulled back to form smiles as their grandchildren or great-grandchildren giggled, shrieked, and hopped over cracks on the sidewalk, holding the children’s hands in their large, wrinkled, and calloused fingers, hinting of decades’ worth of hard work.
“Hey, move it, you placid bitch!”
You were jolted from your thoughts by the impact of a hand shoving into your back, hard, almost sending you toppling to the streets. Thankfully, you staggered forth a few steps, clutching your phone to your chest. You paused only to catch your breath, not having expected the sudden force of movement at all. However, that didn’t stop you from whirling on your feet, your brows furrowed, a frown clipping your lips as your face was set into a scowl, glaring at the women who were walking past you.
“Hey yourself! Say ‘excuse me’! Or apologize at least!”
The heated words had been spoken before you could even think to stop yourself from speaking. The words rolled off your tongue, flowed past your lips as natural as water, too quickly for you to even pause to think.  You expected the women to do a lot of things. You expected them to sneer. You expected them to spit at the ground near your feet. Hell, you expected one of them to go so far as to slap you at the very least—but they didn’t do anything, much to your surprise and quiet relief. Despite your small outburst, you’d rather avoid confrontation, especially out in the two-faced, judgemental eyes of the public. You were generally quite a “shy mouse for such a naughty kitten,” as a certain someone often phrased it...
Instead, the women smirked and sneered, their crow-like smiles honed in on you for a few more moments before continuing on their way, their heels clicking as they walked before disappearing around the corner. Sighing, you held your cellphone out, pointing your eyes down at the illuminated screen. Using the internet on your phone had always been something of a pet peeve for you at times, but you were determined to persevere. No, you had to push through the butterflies that fluttered about in the pit of your stomach, the jitters that caused your hand to shake lightly.
Calm down. Calm down, you quietly assured yourself, taking in a breath to harden your wavering resolve. You’ve been here before, but unlike all the other times, you’re not going to chicken out and go back home. It was true. Unbeknownst to Akira, you’d been on the street you stood in the midst of at the moment, you’d been swarmed by clusters of the same people going about their business, several times in the past month.
Every evening after your part-time shift ended, you’d take out your phone and input the name and address of a certain host club/café on the GPS of your phone the moment a miniature map of the city popped up on the small, illuminated screen of your cellphone.
Every evening you’d follow the tiny blue blip on your phone, your nerves of steel suddenly turning to a pile of gooey mush upon seeing the velvet blue skylark that made up the logo of the host club/café. The very same hue of velvet blue letters that made up the establishment’s namesake, Alouette, that was above the host club’s/café’s entrance.
Every evening the scorching determination you’d feel would turn to ice-cold hesitation, the sure-fire gait slowing to a wimpy stride. Your fingers gripped your cellphone in a tight grip as icy beads of sweat trailed down from your forehead, hitching in a breath as you stood across the street from the host club/café, rooted in place.
Every evening you’d pause in mid-stride upon seeing a familiar head of frizzy black hair. Every evening you’d swallow down a lump in your throat, a lump that was the size of a bowling ball seeing a certain bespectacled young man loitering outside the velvet blue entrance of Alouette. Every evening you’d watch as a warm, welcoming smile that practically oozed charm curled his lips, passing out flyers during his break.
Every evening you’d watch from the other side of the street, or shyly peeking out from the side of a building, ignoring any odd stares you received from the people who passed by, your eyes fixed on a certain onyx-eyed young man as you watched from a distance you deemed to be safe. Every evening you watched as Akira was surrounded by a cluster of giggling, doe-eyed women ranging from high school students to college students, first-time mothers to thirty-odd-year-old housewives, all desperate for some real attention from a man for a change.
Every evening your blood would turn to ice, freezing solid in your veins as a pair of warm onyx eyes would flick in your direction, but you’d seek shelter behind the corner of the closest building, or disappear into a crowded cluster of people. Every evening you’d sigh in defeat, chalking it up as another failed attempt to strut into the host club/café, Alouette, like you owned it in order to apologize to Akira at long last.
Every evening you’d trek back home in low spirits, returning to the dimly lit interior of the apartment you shared with Akira. You’d return to being your usual lukewarm, distant self, condemning Akira to yet another night on the couch. It was a seemingly endless circle of pockets of awkward silence during dinner, washing and drying the dishes. An endless loop of hugs that weren’t returned, of kisses on the cheek, and of course, sleeping alone in your bed for another night.
If you were being completely honest, you were getting sick of it all. As far as you were concerned, Akira deserved to hear words of sincere remorse from your lips. He deserved to see you bawling your eyes out, to see them well up with tears. He deserved to see you groveling on the ground, begging for his forgiveness. He deserved to hear you pleading him to give you another chance, that you’d do better, try harder in the strained rut of a relationship you both endured for the past month, and see to it that you fixed your past mistakes.
More importantly, above everything else...
Akira deserved to have the kisses and hugs he’d given you returned to him, two-fold. He deserved to see your smile, to hear your laugh again, to see your eyes sparkling with joy and life. He deserved to feel your arms looped around his shoulders, to hold you as humanly close as possible, and take as many lip-locks from you as he desired to take.
Akira deserved to hear words of praise from you as you sampled the meals you had taught him to make, and while you were never that big of a fan of coffee originally, a cup of coffee from Akira may as well have been a blissful sip of heaven on your tongue. He deserved to see your gaze honed on him, your irises lit with glowing praise of his culinary handiwork. He deserved to be enveloped with a hug, to receive a quick peck on the lips, whispering a promise of him receiving a “special reward” later on in the evening.
Akira deserved to recall how it felt to lie in bed with you, curled up against your form, clothed, partially dressed, or as bare as the day you were born. He deserved to wrap his arms and legs around yours, keeping you close as your head laid on his chest, listening to the calm, steady beats of his heart. He deserved to familiarize himself with your body, tracing every bump, every curve with his hands, cooing sweet nothings in your ear. He deserved to hold you in his lap, to look down at you while you lathered your tongue over his twitching cock, to scour your lovely visage as you moaned his name beneath him. He deserved to take you from behind and rock you into paradise with his hips as he reached around to play with your dripping folds, toying with your wet pussy with his fingers.
That is, if he isn’t already seeking out the company of other women to satiate his sexual desires...
No sooner had that particular thought crossed your mind, the green-eyed monster chose to run its bitter poison through your blood. Jealousy heated your blood, and you swore you saw a flare of dark green at the edge of your vision. You took a few moments to inhale and exhale, the sharp click-clicks of your heels in sync with your breathing as you neared the host club/café, Alouette. You forced yourself not to show any noticeably unpleasant emotions, refusing to allow even a hint of your true feelings to show on your face.
No. No. No. No, no, no, no. You would not... You could not think such things now.
Unless you saw it happening right in front of you, you refused to believe that Akira was cheating on you. Still... In the back of your mind, you felt a twinge of hesitation, of doubt, and worry—but more than that, the emotion that hit you harder than any other sensation was the icy knife of fear twisting itself into your chest, dead center.
Inhale. Exhale.
The host club/café’s logo, Alouette, cast a glow of velvet blue amidst the hustle and bustle of the city’s night life, typical of a Saturday evening. It was terribly cliché, but to you, it was reminiscent of heavenly gates looming before you, beckoning you inside a world filled of angelic men who were lorded over by a goddess with icy eyes, a goddess who possessed a demeanour that was as brisk as a winter evening.
Inhale. Exhale.
The familiar velvet blue skylark was in your sights, a sight which caused you to swallow a gulp.
Inhale. Exhale.
The click-clicks of your low heels sounded unnecessarily loud to your ringing ears, even though the mindless chatter, the shouts and complaints, the laughter of countless people, the sizzling of cooked food, and honking horns hung in the nocturnal atmosphere the closer you drew to a certain establishment.
Inhale. Exhale.
Finally, you stood before the host club/café, sparing a quick glance up at the café’s entrance, your gaze landing on the all too familiar velvet blue skylark that was situated above the host club’s entrance, as though you checked to make sure you were at the right place. A quick glance down at the glowing screen of the cellphone you held confirmed that, yes, were indeed in the right place, judging by the blinking blue dot on the illuminated screen of your phone.
Inhale. Exhale.
Your phone vibrated in your hand as a notification message popped up on your phone’s glowing screen, blinking owlishly as your irises stared at it in quiet contemplation.
“...Hm?” you murmured, swiping your index finger across the screen, bringing up your inbox.
Soon, a message stared back at you, and your heart began to beat faster as you stared at the message box on the cellphone’s screen.
You have 6 new messages from Akira Kurusu.
Swallowing a glob of saliva that was the size of a tennis ball, your finger—your shaking index finger—went through all the messages your live-in boyfriend, and lover, had left you throughout the day. The messages that you hadn’t bothered to look at until that exact moment, just as you’d done every other time Akira left you text messages for the past month.
“Good morning, my love. Did you enjoy breakfast? Was I being too forward with you again before I left for work? I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable. If you’re feeling pressured to respond, please don’t be. Really... You’re quite a stubborn one aren’t you, dear? I just miss the feeling of your lips against mine.”
“It’s lunchtime. Did you remember to take out the leftovers from the fridge, the leftovers of last night’s supper before you left for work? Please make sure to heat it up before eating it. I wouldn’t want you to get sick.”
“I’m surrounded by women all day, you think I’d compare it to heaven. It isn’t. The only heaven I’d want to reside in is wherever you are, my kitten.”
“I’m finally on break. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m jealous of the other hosts. I’m the only one here who isn’t receiving any messages from their cute lover, after all.”
“Please respond, my darling. You know that I have eyes for you and only you, right?”
“I love you, my Treasure.”
With a nod of determination, you steeled your resolve, slipping your cellphone back into the pocket of your spring coat. You raised a hand, bringing the collar of your coat closer to your neck, a shiver possessing you as there was a sudden gust of chilly air that whispered by you. You paused to intake another breath, swallowing another gulp as you took a step forward—only to be bumped into by a woman with three other females, causing you to stumble at the sudden jolt of momentum that hit your stationary form.
In your irked state, the giggles that poured from their crow-like smiles were reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard, and before you knew it, a sharp “hey!” had left your lips, causing them to halt momentarily. They spared you a quick, once-over look before they smirked, exchanging sneers as they snickered amongst each other, walking straight into Alouette as though they owned it.
“...Jeez,” you muttered to yourself, straightening your spring coat as you breathed a sigh through your mouth. “She bumped into me, and yet she didn’t even try to apologize.”
What a bitch! you hissed mentally, whereas you chose to dismiss the incident. You didn’t want to cause a scene out in public, and right on the host club’s/café’s steps no less.
You’d heard the tales about Ai Nitta from the rumour-loving, gossiping housewives who lived in the apartment building, and you knew she wouldn’t stand for any negativity occurring inside or outside her establishment. Other than Akira, the last person you wanted to rub the wrong way was the owner and manager of Alouette, Ai Nitta.
You straightened your posture, you tapped the heel of your shoes on the sidewalk, you held your chin up and swallowed one last gulp before, at last, you entered the host club/café. The click-clicks of your shoes caught the attention of a few nearby hosts the moment you walked inside, who exchanged smirks and nudges to the ribs, their eyes honed in on you as you took a few baby steps into the host club/café.
Your gaze slowly took in the interior of the host club, quietly taking in what your surroundings had to offer you. The host club that doubled as a café was busy and bustling, something that didn’t surprise you. Based on your past visits, you could affirm that morning, noon, or night, but especially during the evening hours, Alouette was never short on business when it came to the hosts catering to their female customers and, on occasion, their lovers.
Some doe-eyed women hung off of the arms of handsome hosts, others sat in the hosts’ laps, and some rested their heads on the hosts’ shoulders. Charming smirks curled the men’s lips as another host poured sparkling champagne or dark wine into a glass that was held aloft by dainty fingers, fingers with manicured nails covered in glistening nail polish. Some ring fingers bore a wedding band here and there, diamond-encrusted rings that glittered underneath the café’s florescent lighting—and yet despite their wedding bands, some women still pressed their glossed lips to the men’s smirking lips.
A grimace pulled at your face as you looked away, preferring to further take in the sights the host club and café. It was reminiscent of a high-class restaurant. Fancy white tablecloths, elegant chairs and tables, expensive-looking cutlery, wine glasses, and a food trolley was pushed to a table to your right, where a group of laughing hosts sat with giggling women. The lighting set the mood of a warm, welcoming atmosphere, the mahogany wood floor and the briefest glimpse of a staircase that led to the second floor caught your attention. The staircase was just as polished as the floor was, giving off the sense of being impeccably clean, gleaming with a shimmer that was almost painful to look at.
Seeing the expensive food and drinks, standing within such a high-class atmosphere, and watching the well-dressed men sitting with the women who reminded you of pricey dolls you’d see in store windows, you suddenly felt... unnecessary, unwelcome, reminding you of your low, middle-class social status. A jolt of self-awareness hit you as you raised your arms, bringing your coat-covered limbs up to wrap your hands around the fabric that shielded you from the chilly spring air. You suddenly felt self-conscious as a few gazes—and from the men and women alike—landed on you, giving your still, slightly shaking form a quick once-over glance.
You breathed a sigh, rubbing your hands over the fabric of your spring coat that covered your arms, dropping them to your side, glancing up at the sound of a few sets of heels clicking as three smiling men approached you.
“Good evening and welcome home, mistress,” the men chorused, completely in sync with each other, their voices reminding you of warm, melted candy. Smooth, seductive, and oozing flattery as they smirked or smiled down at you.
“M-Mistress?” you whispered, feeling heat rise from your neck to warm your cheeks.
“Come sit down, mistress. You must be tired after working hard all day, no?”
“Um... Uh... I-It’s nice to meet you, but... T-That’s... I’m... I’m here... I’m here to see...”
Your stuttered protests fell on deaf ears as, smiling, one of the hosts wrapped his glove-covered hand in yours, leading you away from the entrance of Alouette and over to an empty seat.
“Thank you very much for tonight, Akira.”
There was a noticeable croon to the female’s voice, as warm as honeyed candy, but it was who she was talking to that mattered, and upon hearing the name “Akira” reach your ears, your attention snapped to where a dark-haired woman stood with a certain frizzy-haired man. The duo walked down the staircase that wound in the middle, the woman’s hands draped around Akira’s arm as he raised a free hand, raising it to the back of his neck as it was rubbed sheepishly before pulling his hand away.
“You’re quite welcome, Miss Danielle. It was my pleasure to service you.”
A giggle that sounded obnoxious and high-pitched left the woman, simpering flirtatiously as she batted her eyelashes, staring up at the onyx-eyed young man with warm honey-brown irises, breathing a pleased hum as she rested her head on Akira’s shoulder.
Can this well-dressed slut be any more obvious in what she’s trying to do? You seethed mentally, feeling—no, sensing—a hot rush of anger wash over you. The emotion was fueled by a new wave of jealousy that quickly followed the initial hit of green-eyed envy, the jealousy that pumped its bitter poison through your veins.
Your jaw became set as your free hand curled to form a shaking, white-knuckled fist. Instinctively, your gaze fell on a half-full glass of sparkling champagne on the table you and the three hosts were passing. For a moment, and only a moment, you considered wrenching yourself free of the male host’s grip, snatching up the glass of champagne, walk briskly over to where Akira stood with that “Danielle” lady, and see how she’d appreciate having to wash the champagne stains out of her clothes later on.
However, mere seconds before you seriously considered acting upon your instincts that were telling you to do something, anything about the situation, a host took possession of the half-full glass of wine and raised it to the glossed lips of a woman sitting in his lap.  
You inhaled, slowly and deeply, releasing it in the form of a whoosh.
Calm down. Calm down, you mentally chided yourself. Remember where you are.
“Mistress? This way, please.”
The voice of the male host fell on deaf ears, your deaf ears to be precise. You swallowed a thick gulp, one that stuck to your esophagus as it slid down your throat. Your gaze remained on Akira and the dark-haired woman, watching as she chuckled before she raised a hand, wrapping her dainty fingertips on the back of Akira’s neck, dipping him down closer, closer, and closer still... Their lips were almost touching...
“No!”
The abrupt yell had left your lips before you could even think to stop yourself from speaking, earning several aghast, confused, and annoyed murmurs and looks to go along with the affronted whispers.
“What’s her deal? Honestly, young women these days.”
“What’s with the yelling?”
“So much for a relaxing evening tonight.”
“Oh wow, look at her. She looks very angry.”
Indeed, the brunette woman with honey eyes did look annoyed; her brows pinched the slant of her eyes as she shot you an irritated glare, clicking her tongue to further show her vexed state. However, you noticed too late that Akira had raised a hand, gently pressing his fingers to the woman’s lips, stopping her from knowing the soft warmth of his mouth against hers. The demon’s onyx eyes were honed on you, observing you and your current state in silence, before lowering the hand away from the well-dressed woman’s lips.
Finally, after a few moments of silence, someone spoke. Akira.
“Well, this is an unexpected surprise, Treasure.”
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irockmountains · 7 years ago
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20180217 SHINee and 40,000 weeping fans: a fan account
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This is an account of my experience watching SHINee's concert last 17 February 2018, their first one since that ill-fated December day.
I arrived early from my homebase in Tokyo via bus. I headed straight to Kyocera, where my friend was waiting for me so we can line up for concert goods. I got there by around 8am and the line was.. incredible. It was starting to wind around the arena. Seeing how it's the middle of winter, mad props to all the Shawols sitting in the floor in the cold.
Thankfully they opened the stores earlier and there were a lot of booths so the queue moved quickly once selling began. The goods were also gone very quickly, haha. I'm glad I managed to snag all I wanted (plus the umbrella sold out before my turn, so it didn't tempt me anymore xD). After that we went back to my friend's airbnb so we can rest and refresh, then back to Kyocera by 2pm so we can grab lunch before it all begins.
To be honest, I don't really know how to feel? I'm thankful I met my friend and my seatmates because they distracted me from my anxiety. I was starting to have difficulties concentrating and breathing as the hour draws nearer. It was even worse because it was delayed by about half an hour.
So the opening VCR played, and wow, the moon.. gee, so subtle. When the first notes started playing from the first song, I completely lost it. I knew this song so well these past few weeks. It was Colors of the Season.
See, I liked this song but it wasn't on the top of my SHINee ballad list. But that December Monday, it was the first song I listened to. I listened to it on repeat. It was very comforting for me.
Jinki's lines, the first time we'd heard his singing voice after a long while! He looks so good. Then I started bawling, because I knew the next lines were Jjong's, but Kibum sang them.. And it was so surreal. I have no words to describe the feeling of hearing thousands of people crying-no, weeping-- so openly. It was the first time I wept so openly as well. It was so clear the members were having a hard time too, they looked really nervous and distraught. In my head I was going, "Shoot, we have to stop crying!!!" because I knew it'd affect them too.
Then, it was a roller coaster ride. LOL. There were high-energy dance songs! I was so nervous when Everybody started playing because the choreo was so Five-centric..I think the revisions were good. But it still felt bittersweet, because.
EVIL! It's one of my fave SHINee choreos and I can't believe they performed it since it's Korean. There were no blindfolds, but I loved the red cloths. After Juliette, there was the opening ment. Not a lot of words were said. Jinki said he was nervous because it's been a really long time since he last saw everybody. Then Key said they'll change clothes for the next stages. Minho asked us to listen to the next song.
So the lights dimmed and BOOM. End of the Day started playing. There was a message flashed on screen. "Hey Jonghyun, you're also here today right?" My heart stopped beating. A montage of Jjong and SHINee's photos on the screen with sweet messages.. Jeez. I wasn't ready. More Shawols wailing. Then came the ballads and it was tough. They left Jjong's parts in and his photos on screen. It was really hard for them~ My boys.
Diamond Sky was played with videos of the Five performance on screen. This was really sad, because those were usually cute and sweet and it was hard to see it alongside them on stage looking rather upset. The hand signal means so much to Shawols. Minho was raising his hand extra high to the sky, like he's sending it to someone up there.
Then came more high-energy dances. LLO reminded me of the time they made fun of Jjong's lines. Taemin covered it and I laughed. Hello was so cute! Also Onew forgot he was singing Jjong's lines and he smiled at his mistake. Then came go-near-the-audience time! The usual trucks moving around..
Then Minho and Taemin rode on a freaking BALLOON. This was so amazing ahahaha. Minho kept bowing to us like a prince. My prince, Minho. Taemin was his usual fail self, like he was all extra trying to throw the frisbee as far as he can but it ended up hitting the balloon and flopping straight down below. Then when their paths crossed, Minho threw a ball to Taemin and he caught it! He was so shocked himself. Aaah, dorky Taemin is best Taemin. I haven't talked about Key. Kibum was so extra gorgeous today. That's the best way to describe him. I love his new hair color, and his outfits wow!
Towards the last high-energy-dance parts, they wore these red satin outfits? Key and Minho had shiny tight pants and Key's neckline was as deep as the Marianas Trench. Thank you stylists. Also Taem wore a beret. They performed Hitchhiking which was AWESOME! They were doing it in a dance-off way, two on two. Except you know, this was a Jongkey song so I was a bit sad again.
I also forgot to add, but most of the stages were done in the moving parts, similar to the ones used during Five. an extension of the front part of the stage can slide towards the front. I like that most of the time they were at the center.
Why So Serious was.. interesting for me. Mainly because my first thought was "Hah! Well you'd had a lot of practice doing this one without him."
Kimi no Sei De was next. Minho and Onew were near our side of the stage and damn, that chorus choreo is not healthy when it's so near. Minho killed a few fangirls on the arena seats.
After Lucifer, they dimmed the lights, flashed the logo and we started the "SHINee, woot woot!" which was weird, because it's ending so early? They came out for encore, not dressed in the usual encore tshirts, but very casually. More ballad time! Sing your Song was funny for me because it became reading practice. I loved it when we sang along! And then I'm With You and people started bawling again~ the four are now looking sadder again, did I tell you this was a roller coaster? Yep. The ending ment was too much for all of us, I think. Taem was the first to mention Jjong, saying he was like family to him. Minho said he wants us to promise to remember Jjong forever. Key cried. Everyone cried. They then said the next song is a new one sang by all of the members. It was a very jazzy number and the choreo (as always) was cool. Urgh, Jjong's voices shine in tracks like these.
The last one was Replay, minus the dance.
Everyone thought it was over but we stayed, chanting SHINee over and over again. They did return for one final song. The stage showed five spots, with five mic stands. The middle one was empty bar another light shining on it from a window. A new ballad! They all had roses in their suits but Jjong's place, the center, has a rose in the stand. The song was so good, what's new it's SHINee, and the message was so sweet. But everyone was crying and all of them were crying and at the end, they placed their roses on the mic stand. It's over.
So I bawled over the opening song, cried a bit for first ballads, then overall, I started enjoying myself. But I am a blinger, so I remember everything. I know almost all of Jjong's lines. I appreciate the fact that they didn't assign all of his lines to one member-- they all sang. Not just Taemin or Onew. And we all know Jjong's lines are not the easiest. Eventually I just felt calm, in a I am numb sort of way? When I see the boys distraught, or crying, or having difficulties speaking, I thought: what a cruel, cruel world.
Whenever I see fans holding up uchiwas or signs for their biases I wanted to barf, because well, there's no point holding an uchiwa anymore for my bias, lol. I felt so sad and sometimes I felt out of it for that very reason.
I wish he was still here. I wish he wasn't taken away from us. Then it'll just be a fun concert and we'd have new SHINee memes and new happy memories? But it's a cruel world.
SHINee was my consistent source of positive light. These concerts used to be a sweet, fun gathering of a group and their loyal fans. But it will never be the same, won't it? The worst was that I in the audience could feel how difficult this was for them. Nobody deserves this fate, more so SHINee and Shawols.. But we couldn't do anything about it, because the world is cruel like that.
I love them so much, with all my heart. I want to hug them and thank them and protect them forever.
Jinki, Kibum, Minho and Taemin. Thank you for doing this. I promise I will remember Jonghyun forever.
Jjong.. were you watching? I miss you so, so much.
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sunnysidewrites · 8 years ago
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Vigilante Partner in Crime!Wonwoo Pt 1
so like i made this too long bUT I HAVE OVERWHELMING FEELS FOR WONWOO THAT WILL NOT BE TAMED!!! DONT TRY TO STOP ME!!! since requests are OPEN rn, plEASE SEND ME THEM AND DONT FORGET TO READ THE FAQ AND RULES BEFORE DOING SO!!! c:
Part 1 | Part 2
well yall here is my funeral :)))
I love these types of tropes but i am honestly trash for any and all types of aus
Also guys!!!! This is inspired by the show miraculous ladybug I LOVE LADYNOIR SO THIS AU IS BASED ON THEM THAT SHOW IS GR8 IDC IF ITS MEANT FOR KIDS MOST OF THE FANDOM IS AT LEAST LATE TEENS AND YOUNG ADULTS LMAO CHECK IT OUT YALL
I love this man a lOT A LOT A LOT SO MUCH anywayz let’s get moving
For decades your city has been struck by bad luck relentlessly
The amount of robberies and murders are going through the roof
Walking in broad daylight is just a little less dangerous than night
Ever since you were young, your parents warned you about the dangers in the streets and of the world
You, being the fiery little ball of justice you were, insisted on helping out the people when you grow older
As you did grow older, you noticed the law enforcement was just so,,,,
Lacking
Like your grandma could probably do a better job
And in this au she definitely could but we’ll get to there maybe in part 2 ;)))
You were just a lowly college student working part time jobs here and there to financially support yourself but you also had another “job” that not even your parents knew about
That’s right, you were a vigilante
You had always been athletic since your early years, and you took up many self defense trainings, martial arts, the works
It’s been a good few years since you started the “job” and you were damn good at it
Ofc you had to conceal yourself for safety purposes you wore a sleek black suit and a matching mask to go with it
Think of catwoman except well… you’re doing the opposite of what she is LOL
However, a year or two into your job, another mysterious vigilante appeared
You were in the middle of tracking down a bank robbery and you were hiding behind a building from afar when all of a sudden
“So are we going from behind”
You whirled around to see an unfamiliar face staring back jesus christ boy
He’s wearing a similar black outfit: a black long sleeve and pants made out of some special polyester or something that’s flexible and ofc we can’t forget about his matching mask!!!
“Um excuse me?? This is my mission not yours go find another city or something”
“Who says there’s only one spotlight? Better make some room bonnie ;)”
Ugh dear god who let him
You’re done listening to this weird odd man and need to refocus on the robbery so you’re just like uhuh keep talking clyde
“Look are we gonna stay here all night talking about who is fighting who or are we gonna stop these incompetent burglars?”
“Ooh feisty aren’t we? ;);););) don’t worry babe there will be plenty of time for us to talk later. Now for real our game plan-”
And that’s how you and wonwoo became the iconic bonnie & clyde partners in crime
Ofc you still don’t reveal your identities to each other bc where’s the fun in that lmao!!!!
The public still doesn’t know who you both are and highkey lowkey ships yall
You’re working at the local convenience store for your college and a tall, lean boy walks in
You nearly drop the box you were rearranging
This boi is damn fine and you’ve never seen him around campus at all
And get this!!!! He is wearing the same uniform as you!!!!
THANK THE HEAVENS YOU’RE GONNA BE WORKING WITH JEON WONWOO
You can feel the blush creeping up on your cheeks and you’re just like pls chill @myself???? You literally just met the man????
Haha not really but you’re both oblivious
“Hi… are you y/n?”
HE KNOWS YOUR NAME OHMYGODHDGHLAND HIS DEEP VOICE I AM YELLING “u-u-um yes??? Are you new here?”
“Yea,,, our boss said since you’ve been working here for a while you would be showing me the ropes around today”
Gdi why didn’t anyone let you know about a hot guy who you were gonna show around today is not your best looking day tbh
(but that’s ok bc i never have good days anywAYS)
You mentally facepalm yourself and curse your boss but you just put on a smile “:))) then yes I am y/n I guess I will be showing you around today :))))”
He gives you this cutest small smile ever i’m bawling
At first you were intimidated by him because of the cold aura he had going on but he’s a literal walking meme??? A smol child that needs to be protected????
Oh but little did you know :’)))
Surprisingly you get along with the guy who introduced himself as Wonwoo and you’re loving every moment :)))
You and wonwoo end up having similar shifts and since you work there often you also get to see him a lot too :’)))
You and wonwoo are practically besties in a matter of weeks bc of the lack of human contact you have with all your studies and jobs :(
And saving the world but like yea that goes for both of yall
You’re constantly cracking jokes with him and he does that cUTE NOSE CRINKLE!!!11!!!111
YOU ARE SPECIAL TO HIM
One day y’all were just so tired and stressed from not only academics but also recent events in your city like just lET US BREATHE
And you were both concerned about each other obv but
danger❗❗❗ danger❗❗❗ danger❗❗❗ y’all were sO CLOSE!!! TO SPILLING THE BEANS!!!
You just haven’t trusted someone in so long but there’s a reason why you both do your jobs anonymously
You both quickly try to change the subject and it works since both of you want to continue being off the radar so the conversation shifts
One day wonwoo surprises you with a gift!!!
“Omg wonwoo you really didn’t have to,,,, here let me repay you-”
“No no!! I got this bc it reminded me of you,,, and i,,,, wanted to,,,,”
bLUSH
It’s a cute little bracelet with the words “partner in crime” engraved on the golden band HAHA GET IT
You look at him confused with a hint of a smile on your lips and he’s like
“This is for all the times we secretly snuck food in the back to eat LOL thanks for being a real friend y/n :)”
JESUS CHRISTLTSJT MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS I LOVE HIM
You are melting!!111!! How sweet is this guy!!111!!
Later that night you’re on yet another mission with wonwoo
And ofc he immediately takes notice of the bracelet
“ooooh is that from your boyfriend?” and he feels a tinge of jealousy bc this boy has already developed a hardcore crush on you
“Why, are you worried bonnie is gonna leave you?”
“nO I WAS JUST WONDERING”
“Chill clyde nothing for you to worry about. Someone special,” you delicately touched the band, “gave this to me” you said as a grin spread
pOOR WONWOO BBY HE LEGIT THINKS YOU LIKE SOMEONE ELSE and he silently sulks and just says “o-oh..!! Must be nice”
And you don’t catch the quick forlorn look in his eyes before he switches back to his flirty self and you’re just like sigh ok clyde pls focus on the mission
wonwoo is just bugging out (no pun intended) about that bracelet you wore bc it looks familiar
But bc he’s dense and so are you he doesn’t put two and two together no offense reader but c’mon
One night yall are doing your saving the world routine and it gets dangerous since this mission is more large scale than your other ones
In other words it’s a lot more dangerous than your typical ones
let’s just say you had a little wardrobe mishap and aLMOST GOT YOUR MASK TAKEN OFF
Wonwoo was SO CLOSE!!! TO DISCOVERING WHO YOU WERE!!!
You were in the middle of hand-in-hand combat and you were quick enough to duck the guy’s blow but not quick enough to completely avoid it (which is rare for you)
Fortunately wonwoo came in time and finished off the guy as you quickly ran off and adjusted your mask
As you were adjusting it you heard his voice behind you
“Is it… so bad to reveal ourselves?”
You freeze. Bc well,,, that was the whole point of all this vigilante thing going on
“Can’t we just,,,, keep it between us?”
You finish adjusting your mask and turn back to him with a sad smile
“I’m sorry clyde… i hope you respect that”
At this point all the bad guys were taken care of and all you do is hurry back home, leaving wonwoo staring at your rapidly disappearing shadow
Wonwoo could have sworn when your mask was slightly tilted he thought he caught a glimpse of your face but it was too dark and too fast that he brushed it off
You and wonwoo spend the rest of the night contemplating on the whole mystery concept you’ve both kept up for years
Maybe it was better this way,,, so you wouldn’t have any attachment to each other
Bc in the end, the vigilante thing is gonna end one day and you don’t wanna have to go through the pain of separating based on your emotions
So y’all are forever stuck in this weird af love square,,,, wITH YOURSELVES
Might make a part 2 if highly requested!!!!!!
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btobscenarios · 8 years ago
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#7: Protective*
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Eunkwang:
I waited for months for this trip and today it's finally happening. Eunkwang knew that their comeback was fast approaching and we'd spent much less time together. So he promised me during their promotions for "Movie" that he'd take me to a resort where we could spend some time together and get away from everyone.
Much to my dismay, the other guys tagged along but promised not to interfere with our time together. I loved spending time with them all but it was different when I'm just with my boyfriend.
We're going somewhere to the South but I didn't really get to ask where exactly, Eunkwang wanted it to be a surprise for me. The group was travelling by van and wanted to do a stop over for a quick meal.
We separated into small groups. Of course, I had my boyfriend with me. I held his hand and we searched for a place to eat. It was nice not to be spotted by anyone because it will only ruin our vibe.
I couldn't decide where to eat with Eunkwang but then he asked me to continue searching while he quickly went to the rest room.
"Okay," I nod, letting go of his hand. "Just text me if you can't find me."
"Ne." Then he went to find the rest room.
Now I was alone, still searching for a place to eat. When I encountered a small convenience store, I remembered that I had to buy a few snacks that I wasn't able to purchase beforehand.
I entered the small convenience store to be greeted by a group of 4 men at the corner. They were drinking beverages and laughing. I noticed that one of them pointed to me and all of them checked me out. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, but I deemed it was harmless.
When I finally found the items that I was looking for, I went to the cashier to immediately pay and leave the creep fest that had been going on for a while. It made me uncomfortable and decided to text Eunkwang to tell him where I was.
The lady at the cashier took her time in punching the items that I had chosen and I grew impatient.
"Excuse me, but can you please hurry a bit?" I said, trying to be as polite as possible.
The lady just looked up and continued what she was doing, at the same speed. I just let out a sigh and when she finished I tried rushing out of the store but was completely blocked by one of the creeps.
"Yah, don't rush." He said, smirking. He looked like an ass. He had brunette hair, slightly tall, and even had sunglasses on- though he was indoors. "Want to stay with us for a while?"
He was going grab my arm when he was pushed to the side. It was Eunkwang.
"Yah!" I heard him growl; I've never seen him so mad. "Don't touch her."
"Whoa," the creep started laughing. "the small guy thinks he's so tough."
"Don't be rude," Eunkwang spat. "Apologize to her."
"Kwangie," I started grabbing his arm, "let it go. I'm fine, I'm glad you're here. Now, kaja."
"Andwae," he said, slightly shouting. "He should apologize. He's being rude."
"Hajima," I said, tugging on his sleeves once more. "Can we please go now? Please?"
He sighed, giving up. "Arasso. Kaja."
"Gomabda." I smiled and intertwined our arms. "Thank you for coming so quickly. I had a feeling that they were going to do that."
"I just came right on time, jagiya." He smiled, proud for himself.
"Thank you," I smiled, giving a peck on his cheek. "For being my hero."
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Changsub:
He was known by fans to be the protective type after watching him on New Men. Being his girlfriend, I can confirm everything that you saw on that show. He was protective of me, especially if it meant I wasn't going to get hurt or get sick.
I'm known to be the clumsy type and most of the things that I do causes me destruction. The other boys knew this as well so they do things for me at times. Not only Changsub was protective of me, but the whole band since they knew what I was capable of.
It wasn't long until I did something destructive again. It not only made Changsub mad but also the whole band too.
The band invited me out for some lunch. It was perfect because I had nothing to do for the rest of the day. I fixed myself up and headed out to meet up.
I bought a scooter recently and I've been taking it everywhere I go. It wasn't too hard because I enjoyed what I was doing. Changsub always warned me to be cautious when I'm on the road, especially with my personality. But sometimes, you're unable to control certain circumstances.
I was literally 10 seconds away from the meet up place when I felt a collision. A car had bumped his front to my scooter, and it caused the lists of his car to smash into pieces.
"Aiiiish," A man stepped out of his car, I could tell that he was furious. It was his fault though. "You!"
I was scared for a few seconds, unable to talk.
"You need to pay for this!" He screamed, looking at the damages he caused himself.
"But you're the one who bumped your car on my scooter, sir." I tried to be as calm as possible.
"Shut up, lady." He said, "Give me money or else I'll take you to the police station."
"It's clearly your fault!" I yell at him. He's being stubborn and asking for money. It annoys me because I did nothing wrong. When he was getting something in his car, I dialed my boyfriend's number.
"Yeoboseyo?" I hear Changsub say, "(Y/N)-iya?"
I replied to my boyfriend and explained what had happened. The situation was getting worse because the man was taking photos. I didn't need to give him money since it was his fault.
"Excuse me, sir," I said calmly. "I believe that anyone behind of the accident is considered the person with the fault. And honestly, you collided your car to my scooter when I was at the stop light. It's obvious that the fault is with you."
"Yah, dagchyeo." He screamed once more. I was almost at my breaking point. This man is annoying the hell out of me. It wasn't right what he was doing so I figured that I'd just capture his wrong  actions on my phone.
I held out my camera and started recording whatever he was saying. For the sake of the camera, I repeated what I said earlier to see if his reaction would be the same. I was correct, he did it again and this time even worse. He wanted me to pay him now or else he would hit me. I quote him, "Give me the money now or I'll hit you."
I stood firm and continued to record him. I don't understand why people think it's okay to hit other people, especially strangers. He kept talking to me and it took 3 minutes to trigger him. He asked me a question but I didn't respond.
He went towards my direction and held up his hand, this was it. He was going to hit me. I just closed my eyes and waited for the impact, but it never came.
"Don't you dare," I heard a voice, it was too familiar to me, so I opened my eyes. It was Changsub. He held the man by the collar and said, "Michyeosseo?"
"(Y/N)-noona," I heard someone call, it was Peniel. The other guys were there too. "come over here."
I backed away from Changsub and the man and went towards Minhyuk and Peniel. I held Peniel's arm because I was tearing up. That man was about to hit me!
"Gwaenchanha?" Eunkwang asked as he comforted me. I just nod and sniffled. Changsub was already shouting. I got scared even more because it looked like their talk had become heated.
"Hyunsik-a" I call out, and he looked over to me. "Please stop them from fighting."
He nodded and walked towards the two men who were clearly not having good terms.
My tears continued falling from my eyes and I was almost bawling, in the middle of the street. There were groups of people walking by and caught a short glance on the situation that we were in and Peniel suggested to bring me back to the restaurant where they came from. Sungjae and Ilhoon were there, waiting.
I sat on a chair where Minhyuk and Sungjae were located and they offered me some water. I tried calming myself down, I was afraid. Not only for me, but also my boyfriend. He wanted to protect me but I couldn't do the same.
It took around twenty minutes before the rest of the boys returned to the restaurant. Changsub was last to enter the door. I stood up and ran to his arms. He engulfed me and I started tearing up again. "What happened?"
"We took care of him," He replied, his arms around my waist. "He's gone now. You were right to call me babe."
"Thank you, thank you," I said, bawling. "I was so scared."
"Me too (Y/N)," He said, in a slightly angry tone. "I told you to be careful when you ride that thing."
"It was his fault!" I rebut. "He was the one who hit my scooter."
"Ara, ara..." He calmed me down. He kissed my forehead, "I'm just happy that you're safe."
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Ilhoon:
Malaysia! I arrived with BTOB to Malaysia for their KWave Festival. I had free time from work so I was able to go with the group. The flight wasn't too long because I had Ilhoon with me.
There were a lot of fans when we arrived at the airport. It didn't surprise me or anyone matter of fact. This was usual for them so they tried their best to be positive in situations like these. They were tired and all they want to do is rest after a flight. During flights, no one wanted to talk- at all. It was either they were sleeping or too tired to even start a conversation. Ilhoon wasn't different from the rest, all he wanted was to cuddle with me and sleep.
There was a slight mishap in the exiting of the members from the airport and I realized that I was out of the exit without them. They had to stay behind for a few minutes because of something that they had to do. I didn't really understand but they were being interviewed by some staff.
I realized that I walked out through the exit too late. It wasn't allowed to re-enter the airport if you don't have a flight anymore. The fans would've spotted me quickly if I hadn't been wearing a white face mask. Phew, that was a close call.
I figured that they wouldn't recognize me anymore so I just stayed a few meters away from the exit. I was scrolling through my phone when I heard someone say, "Isn't that (Y/N)?"
Oh no.
I'm caught. I'm just going to pretend that I didn't see them.
"Yeah, it's her."
Shit.
The small group of girls went to to my direction and I started panicking. I didn't like encountering fans because all they do is be rude to me. It was rare to see normal acting fans.
"(Y/N)" One of the girls said, trying to get my attention. "Can we talk a photo with you?"
I didn't respond, trying to peacefully mind my own business.
"Yah, you're rude." A girl said, and that triggered me.
"Excuse me," I said, trying to be calm. "I'm trying to mind my own business. Do you mind not disturbing me? I'm trying to be nice. I don't want any interaction with anyone, please."
"We just wanted a photo!" The same sasaeng fan said. "You're the one who's rude to us."
I tried walking away, bring my luggage with me. It was the first that this happened, and I knew if I wasn't careful, it would happen again. The fan grabbed my ponytail and pulled it to try and stop me from moving.
"Yah, mwohae?" A friend of hers asked, panicking. "Hajima."
"Andwae," The sasaeng fan replied, harshily to her friends. "She's so rude, she doesn't deserve Ilhoon!"
I didn't want to cause trouble with fans so I didn't fight back but I did ask her to let my hair go. But she didn't listen. The girls tried to ask her friend to stop whatever she was doing to me.
After a few moments, I was able to stand upright. It was because the girl let go of my ponytail, or so I thought. I was surprised to see my boyfriend beside me. He was mad. I could see his eyebrows furrow.
"What are you doing?" He asked, in a stern and serious voice. "Who do you think you are?"
The fan was wide-eyed. She didn't know what to do. She didn't expect to see Ilhoon so near her.
"I-I," she stuttered, so engulfed by the fact that her idol was in front of her. "I love you."
"You call yourself a fan?" He spat. "Don't you dare touch my girlfriend ever again."
I felt a few tears form into my eyes. I never wanted this to happen. I tried to avoid situations like these, as much as possible. It stresses me out when I think that these  could happen again.
"(Y/N)," Ilhoon put his arm on my shoulders and said, "Kaja."
He kept asking me what happened and if I were okay and I assured him that no damage was done. I was happy that he was there for me, even if it were his fans.
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lucygloom753-blog · 8 years ago
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Everything Johnny Cade says in the book.
“Leave her alone, Dally.”
“You sure didn’t show it. Nobody talks to Dally like that.”
“Sixteen.”
“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?”
“Dally’s okay. He’s tough, but he’s a cool old guy.”
“Hey, Two-Bit.”
“Aw, cut it out! Dally was bothering them and when he left they wanted us to sit with them to protect them. Against wisecracking greasers like you, probably.”
“Soda?”
“There was a whole bunch of them. A blue Mustang full...I got so scared..”
“Your boyfriends?”
“Gee, I thought you and Darry and Soda got along real well...”
“It’s the truth. I don’t care.”
“It’s because we’re greasers. We could have hurt her reputation.”
“Man, that was a tuff car. Mustangs are tuff.”
“I can’t take much more. I’ll kill myself or something.”
“Well, I won’t. But I gotta do something. It seems like there’s gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs, with just people. Plain, ordinary people.”
“Ponyboy. Hey, Pony, wake up.”
“I don’t know. I went to sleep, too, listening to you rattle on and on. You’d better get home I think I’ll stay all night out here.
“Okay.”
“Easy, Ponyboy. We’ll be okay.”
“Well, don’t be. You’re scarin’ me. What happened? I never seen you bawl like that.”
“I think I like it better when the old man’s hittin’ me. At least then I know he knows who I am. I walk in that house, and nobody says anything. I walk out, and nobody says anything. I stay away all night, and nobody notices. At least you got Soda. I ain’t got nobody.”
“It ain’t the same as having your own folks care about you. It just ain’t the same.”
“Okay. Okay.”
“Ain’t you about to freeze to death, Pony?”
“I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us. We picked up their girls.”
“It’s too late now. Here they come.”
“You’re outa your territory. You’d better watch it.”
“I killed him. I killed that boy.”
“Go ahead. I won’t look at you.”
“Yeah. I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you. And they had a blade...they were gonna be me up...”
“Yeah. Like they did before.”
“They ran when I stabbed him. They all ran.”
“Calm down, Ponyboy. Get ahold of yourself.”
“We gotta get outa here. Get somewhere. Run away. The police’ll be here soon. We’ll need money. And maybe a gun. And a plan.”
“Dally. Dally’ll get us outa here.”
“I think at Buck Merril’s place. There’s a party over there tonight. Dally said somethin’ about it this afternoon.”
“Dally! We gotta see Dally.”
“We figured you could get us out if anyone could. I’m sorry we got you away from the party.”
“Wish I had me a weed.”
“Sure, Dally, thanks.”
“Now.”
“The first stop’ll be Windrixville. I don’t see why he gave me this. I couldn’t shoot anybody.”
“Blast it, Ponyboy. You must have put my legs to sleep. I can’t even stand up. I barely got off that train.”
“That’s okay. I didn’t want to wake you up until I had to.”
“Go ask someone. The story won’t be in the paper yet. Make like a farm boy taking a walk or something.”
“I’ll have to stay here. You go down the road and ask the first person you see where Jay Mountain is. Then come back. And for Pete’s sake, run a comb through your hair and quit slouching down like a thug.”
“You know, you look an awful lot like Sodapop, the way you’ve got your hair and everything. I mean, except your eyes are green.”
“Shoot, you are too.”
“I swear, Ponyboy, you’re gettin’ to act more like Two-Bit every day.”
“Come on inside. Dally told us to stay inside.”
“A week’s supply of baloney, two loaves of bread, a box of matches...”
“I remembered you sayin’ something about it once. And me and you went to see that movie, ‘member? I thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something.”
“We’re gonna cut our hair, and you’re gonna bleach yours. They’ll have our descriptions in the paper. We can’t fit ‘em.”
“We’d have to anyway if we got caught. You know the first thing a judge does is make you get a haircut.”
“I don’t know either—it’s just a way of trying to break us. They can’t really do anything to guys like Curly Shepard or Tim; they’ve had about everything done to them. And they can’t take anything away from them because they don’t have anything in the first place. So they cut their hair.”
“Oh, come on, Ponyboy. It’ll grow back.”
“No. We gotta bleach it first.”
“Cut the front and thin out the rest. I’ll comb it back after I wash it.”
“Go ahead and cut it.”
“I guess—I guess we’re disguised.”
“Oh, shoot. It’s just hair.”
“Well, we got to get used to it. We’re in big trouble and it’s our looks or us.”
“I’m sorry I cut off your hair, Ponyboy.”
“I know. Things have been happening so fast...”
“Two-Bit shoulda been in that little one-horse store. Man, we’re in the middle of nowhere; the nearest house is two miles away. Things were layin’ out wide open, just waitin’ for somebody slick like Two-Bit to come and pick ‘em up. He coulda walked out with half the store. Good ol’ Two-Bit.”
“Stop it! Shut up about last night! I killed a kid last night. He couldn’t of been over seventeen or eighteen, and I killed him. How’d you like to live with that?”
“I didn’t mean to, but they was drownin’ you, and I was so scared...There sure is a lot of blood in people.”
“This is my fault for bringin’ a thirteen-year-old kid along. You ought to go home. You can’t get into any trouble. You didn’t kill him.”
“I didn’t mean it like that, Ponyboy. Don’t cry, Pony, we’ll be okay. Don’t cry...”
“Yeah.”
“Nope. We’re all cried out now. We’re gettin’ used to the idea. We’re gonna be okay now.”
“I bet they were cool ol’ guys. They remind me of Dally.”
“Yeah...in the manners bit, and the charm, too, I guess. But one night I saw Dally gettin’ picked up by the fuzz, and he kept real cool and calm the whole time. They was gettin’ him for breakin’ out the windows in the school building, and it was Two-Bit who did that. And Dally knew it. But he just took the sentence without battin’ an eye or even denyin’ it. That’s gallant.”
“Golly. That sure is pretty.”
“The mist was what was pretty. All gold and silver.”
“Too bad it couldn’t stay like that all the time.”
“What?”
“Where’d you learn that? That was what I meant.”
“You know, I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them. It seems like they were never there before. Your family sure is funny.”
“I didn’t mean nothing. I meant, well, Soda kinda looks like your mother did, but he acts just exactly like your father. And Darry is the spittin’ image of your father, but he ain’t wild and laughing all the time like he was. He acts like your mother. And you don’t act like either one.”
“Yeah. I guess we’re different.”
“You’re starved?”
“Yeah. Whatever gave you the idea we ain’t?”
“You sure can cuss good, Dally.”
“You’d better believe it.”
“Gee, it sure will be good to get into a car again.”
“A spy? Who?”
“Cherry? The Soc?”
“Yeah.”
“We’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”
“I said we’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”
“I got a good chance of bein’ let off easy. I ain’t got no record with the fuzz and it was self-defense. Ponyboy and Cherry can testify to that. And I don’t aim to stay in that church all my life.”
“We won’t tell that you helped us, Dally, and we’ll give you back the gun and what’s left of the money and say we hitchhiked back so you won’t get into trouble. Okay?”
“I’m sure. It ain’t fair for Ponyboy to have to stay up in that church with Darry and Soda worryin’ about him all the time. I don’t guess...I don’t guess my parents are worried about me or anything?”
“My parents, did they ask about me?”
“I was scared. I still am. I guess we ruined our hair for nothing, Ponyboy.”
“Would you rather have me living in hide-outs for the rest of my life, always on the run?”
“Hey, Ponyboy.”
“The window stopped him.”
‘Naw...Too fat.”
“Where’s the kids?”
“Shut up! We’re goin’ to get you out!”
“Get out!”
“Hey, y’all.”
“Don’t...don’t let me put enough grease on my hair. “
“He came by.”
“Came to see Dally.”
“Tuff enough.”
“The book—can you get another one?”
“Yeah, it just hurts sometimes. It usually don’t...I can’t feel anything below the middle of my back...”
“I’m pretty bad off, ain’t I, Pony?”
“I won’t be able to walk again. Not even on crutches. Busted my back.”
“You want to know something, Ponyboy? I’m scared stiff. I used to talk about killing myself...I don’t want to die now. It ain’t long enough. Sixteen years ain’t long enough. I wouldn’t mind it so much if there wasn’t so much I ain’t done yet and so many things I ain’t seen. It’s not fair. You know what? That time we were in Windrixville was the only time I’ve been away from our neighborhood.”
“I don’t want to see her.”
“I said I don’t want to see her. She’s probably come to tell me about all the trouble I’m causing her and about how glad her and the old man’ll be when I’m dead. Well, tell her to leave me alone. For once—for once just to leave me alone.”
“Hey.”
“Useless...fighting’s no good...”
“Ponyboy.”
Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.”
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hobisexually · 8 years ago
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I’m late to the party again, everyone has already done this, but I /think/ @istealifly and @florelikeaflower  tagged me in this. I’m procrastinating, as per usual, so let’s see where this goes.
Age: twentyfive, rip. turning twentysix. officially closer to thirty than twenty. help. Biggest fear: huge ass spiders crawling out from under random things I’m picking up, dying, the endless black pit that is the universe Current time: 16:23 Drink you last had: tea, I wish it was coke but we ran out. I’m seriously considering to make a run for the store and get a bottle of coke before I start the essay of doom. it’s an addiction. Every day starts with: my cat meowing at my door and me pretending I don’t hear him, checking my phone for tweets from the demons, going back to sleep because fuck mornings. Favorite song atm: DES.... PA.....CITO. no, it’s not. Strangers by Lauren and Halsey, probably, for being the bisexual anthem that I deserve. Ghosts, are they real?: since I’m not sure I actually survived my London trip, yeah, this is my ghost speaking. Hometown: I was conceived and raised between the two best concert venues Amsterdam has to offer and I feel like that has ruined me for life. very symbolic for who I am as a person. then we moved, but it was already too late. In love with: Perrie, even if I want to kick her ass and make her listen Jealous of: people with better writing careers/skills than I have, people that have a healthy brain. Killed someone: a lady never kills kisses and tells. Last time you cried: teared up this morning at Harry and the London roof, full on cried yesterday at a Harry Potter documentary about the actors who dubbed the Dutch voice-overs and the girl who did Hermione said to the director, at the ending wrap party, ‘Thank you for giving me half of my life’ and it hit me how long this stupid universe has been there for me in times of trouble and I just. bawled. embarrassing as fuck. Middle name: denial. Number of siblings: idk ask Zayn One wish: for the semester to be over. Person you last called/texted: last call was Alice by accident on a videocall, last voicemessage was Pauline about some Harry Potter thing, last text was Sanne I think, idk, I haven’t grabbed my phone in a while since I’m trying to be productive (and failing, obviously). Questions you are always being asked: are you related to Zayn or are you just a really big fan? Or: Amber one? is there an Amber two? (and then I’ll say yes and point them in @kingsbesideyou ‘s direction). Reasons to smile: Harry Styles on a rooftop in London singing Two Ghosts in a beautiful blue velvet suit Song last sung: Slow Hands, actually, fuck Niall Horan Time you woke up: 11.00 but I haven’t really slept, kept waking up in a cold sweat. Underwear color: today? orange male boxerbriefs, it’s laundry day and shark week, it’s not pretty underwear time whatsoever.  Verse from a song you like: “Stop this train, I want to get off and go home again. I can't take the speed it's moving in, I know I can't. But, honestly, won't someone stop this train? So scared of getting older, I'm only good at being young. So I play the numbers game, to find a way to say that life has just begun.” Worst habit: “being messy as hell and procrastinating well beyond the point where it would still be considered socially acceptable” is what @alicedoesntsharefood and I fully agree on this one for myself so I’m keeping it. X-rays you’ve had: my teeth. maybe my ears when I was young? but i think that’s it. Your favorite food: pizza, sushi, samosas.  Zodiac sign: Capricorn.
Everyone else is good at keeping this short and I can’t apparently I AM SORRY. I tag @justlookatthehearteyes @harrysgaytour @kingsbesideyou @teamnouis @clairdeloune @pinkislouder and @doctorrainbows <3
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lostmemoriies-a · 8 years ago
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frances isn’t jealous . really . she isn’t .
well , okay , maybe she is . but just a little bit . it’s just not fair , though . not fair that jack gets to have a bunch of friends , friends who are cool and popular and frances is stuck . she’s stuck with no friends . jack was really her only friend . it’s sad to think that she’s a fucking junior in high school , her and her brother having turned seventeen just a few days ago , and she has no friends .
it’s halloween and normally frances would be ecstatic . it had always been her favorite holiday . she loved getting to pretend that she was someone else , someone who was happy and confident , for just one day . jack had always hated halloween though . which is why it doesn’t make sense to her that she’s having the worst time while jack is having fun .
this halloween party that thomas fucking jefferson has thrown every year since the seventh grade has been shit . frances had never really had fun at his halloween parties before . but they had been bearable because she’d have her jacky at her side . they’d make fun of drunk girls loudly singing karaoke together . but this year is different . since her brother got on the baseball team , he’s changed . he’s been hanging out with the other guys on the team . hanging out with jocks   (   it’s kind of a slap in the face because they used to make fun of the self - absorbed jock assholes at their high school .   ) . he’s been distant as hell . hadn’t had time for her anymore . it was always the guys this , the team that . but that was okay . frances wasn’t jealous .
barely twenty minutes into the party , frances locked herself in the bathroom and slid down the door to hug her knees tightly to her chest . she felt terrible . her and jack would always go costume shopping together . and she had stupidly waited until the night before , hoping that maybe that he hadn’t gotten a chance to go to the halloween store yet so they could go together like every other year . but he had already bought a costume , coordinated with the other guys on the baseball team . they were all dressed as fucking marvel characters . it made frances want to hate marvel , but she couldn’t - her , jack , and mom had seen pretty much every marvel movie on opening night together . and frances wasn’t wearing a costume . what a kick to the gut . it was like they changed fucking places , jack loving halloween and frances hating it now . she was wearing her favorite t - shirt , the one with the skeleton ribs on it , with a black and white striped thermal shirt on underneath .
frances wasn’t quite sure , but she’s pretty sure that she was having a panic attack . isn’t that great ? having a panic attack in the bathroom of a virtual stranger at the biggest party of the fall ? if anyone found out , she’d be ruined . at least she could blame the red eyes from crying on weed . that would be believable .
she crawled away from the door and climbed into the bathtub . frances thought that maybe if she was further from the door , then no one would hear her cry or talk to herself   (   she had this habit . whenever jack wasn’t there to talk her through panic attacks , she’d just talk to herself . just another thing that would ruin her if anyone found out .   )
“   i could stay right here or disappear and nobody would even notice at all ,   “   frances begins softly , eyes shut tight to try and stop tears from falling . it doesn’t work though .   “   i'm a creeper in a bathroom 'cause my jacky kinda left me alone .   “   she sniffles and shakes her head angrily for a moment .   “   but you know what ? i'd rather fake pee than stand awkwardly , or pretend to check a text on my phone .   “   she’s rubbing hard at her eyes now , throat closing up a bit , chest hurting from all the heaving .   “   everything felt fine when i was half of a pair . now through no fault of mine , there's no other half there .   “
frances silences herself when she hears someone outside of the bathroom . it’s just some drunk girl , though , someone singing along somewhat nicely to the music thumping throughout the house , despite the owner of the voice being completely shitfaced . she thinks it might be maria lewis . girl had a set of pipes on her that frances would kill for . but frances was okay with being perfectly mediocre .
she lets out a breath of relief when the footsteps from the girl retreat , probably off to get some more beer . whatever . frances didn’t care .   “   now i’m just frances in the bathroom at a party . i forget how long it’s been since jack wanted to spend time with me .    “   she hears a knock at the door , sitting up with wide eyes .   “   no , you can’t come in ! ! !   “   whoever it was , they muttered a small   ‘   damn , fine then   ‘   and walked away . jesus , frances felt like she was going insane now .
“   i'm waiting it out 'til it's time to leave . and picking at grout as i softly grieve . i’m just frances who you don’t know , frances flying solo , frances in the bathroom by herself !   “   the first part is kind of directed towards jack . she knows he’s not there for her to yell at , but it feels good . after all , it feels like they don’t know each other anymore . it sucks . it really fucking sucks . but she can’t do shit about it , she can just wait it out , hope he’ll come to his senses soon .
“    i am hiding , but he's out there , just ignoring all our history . memories get erased , and i'll get replaced with a newer , cooler version of me  .   “   frances gets kind of choked up at the thought . it seems plausible though . there’s probably a guy on the baseball team who has a sister . a sister who looks kind of like frances , but much cooler . frances wouldn’t blame jack , if he left her for that girl .
“   i half regret the beers .   “   frances finds herself mumbling , rubbing at her eyes , letting out a half laugh . she’s kinda glad she had so much already because her anxiety would be killer if she didn’t have some sort of buffer .   “   as i choke back the tears , i’ll wait as long as i need . won’t come out ‘til my face is dry . or i could just blame it on the weed ! everyone would believe that in a fucking heartbeat !   “   frances clambers out of the tub now , stumbles over to the sink . she leans on the counter and glares at her reflection .
as she looks at herself , she realizes that she hates everything about her appearance . her eyes are too big . her lips are too chapped . her nose looks weird . her hair’s frizzy as hell . it’s pulled back into a messy bun , but it doesn’t help at all . and her freckles . god , don’t even get her started on her goddamn freckles . there’s far too many of them . she thinks it makes her look stupid , like she’s got specks of dirt all over her face . she spits at her reflection .
“   it sucks you left me here alone ,   “   frances says softly . she looks similar enough to jack that she can pretend that she’s yelling at him instead of her own tired face .   “   you left me in this stupid fucking teenage battle zone by myself .   “   she shakes her head , more tears flowing . she thought that she was over this already .   “   i feel the pressure building up . big mistake number who - the - fuck - knows of today was showing up .   “
frances chokes back a sob as she turns on the faucet . she bends her neck towards the sink , splashes cold water on her face . she takes a deep breath to steady herself . she feels herself slip into a better place after that . it’s nice . she’s finally back in her somewhat - happy place . it’s the one she slips into when she doesn’t want anything to do with jack . the one where it’s just her and mom . her and mom spending time together at the park , going to see a movie , anything . she keeps her gaze on the sink , somewhat afraid of looking back at herself .
“   i can't help but yearn for a different time . maybe middle school ? shit was pretty good then . maybe before we even started school . that’s when shit was still good .   “   frances scoffs softly , looks back up at her reflection .   “   and the present is clearer . and there’s no denying i’m just . . .   “
that’s when she breaks . she collapses onto the floor , curls into a ball and starts fucking bawling . she’s gotten most of her anger out now . now she’s just sad . really fucking sad .   “   is there a sadder sight than . . .   “   frances wants to finish her sentence . really . but she’s thrown into another sobbing fit , throat tight and chest burning .   “   what a heinous night .   “   it takes her , like , five minutes , but she’s finally regulated her breathing back into a normal pace . she slowly stands up , rubbing at the tear tracks falling down her cheeks .
“   i wish i had stayed at home instead and watched some shitty movie on fucking hallmark .   “   the anger’s back now .   “   or , i wish i had offed myself instead !   “   frances is full - on yelling now .   “   or maybe , i wish i had never been born ! then i wouldn’t be dragging jack down !   “   she punches the door hard enough to hurt herself , but not hard enough to break the door . her dad would kill her if he had to pay to fix someone’s fucking door because she couldn’t control her anger issues   (   she needed to go to anger - management classes . maybe she’d look into it in college . if she wasn’t dead by june .   )   “   i’m just frances who’s a loner , so she must be a stoner ! god , what a fucking loser ! frances flyin’ solo , who you think that you know ? !   “   frances covers her face with her hands , screams into her palms before flinging the door open .
as she’s looking for thomas fucking jefferson , she lets herself say one last thing .   “   all you know about me is my name ,   “   frances murmurs as she finally spots the tall boy . one of jacks’ baseball buddies , judging by his iron man costume . she taps him on the shoulder and is briefly surprised to see that thomas fucking jefferson was just talking to jack .   “   hi . awesome party , i’m so glad i came .   “   she doesn’t want to come off as rude , so she relies on pretending - pretending that she was happy , pretending that she had had fun . frances had even plastered on a wide , rather convincing smile . thank god for taking drama all throughout middle school .
thomas fucking jefferson smiles condescendingly at frances before turning back to talk to jack . frances unintentionally glares at jack before turning sharply to exit the house . jack mutters some half - assed excuse to thomas fucking jefferson before turning quickly to chase after frances .
when he makes it outside , frances is already clambering into her car   (   she’s sobered enough to be able to drive now . and they didn’t drive together . it’s weird and abnormal , but they’re not exactly the best of friends anymore   )   . jack runs up to her , grabs her arm a bit harshly and pulls her close to him .   “   what the fuck is your problem ?   “   he says roughly , eyebrows narrowed . if looks could kill , frances thinks that she’d be a dead girl .
“   excuse me ? what the fuck are you talking about ?   “   frances shoots back , free hand coming up to try to pry jack’s fingers off of her arm . luckily , it works , and she stumbles away from her a bit . she’s looking at him the way she looks at their dad now and jack seems unphased . it doesn’t sit well with her , the fact that he doesn’t care that he’s equivalent to their shithead dad right now .
“   you’re kidding . you were being so fucking rude to thomas back there !   “
“   no i wasn’t , i was being polite . i told him that his party was awesome and that i was glad that i came . how is that being rude ?   “
“   polite ? ! you call that being polite ? ! you were fucking dripping with sarcasm !   “   john’s stepping closer to her and frances is flinching . she doesn’t like this at all .
“   so maybe i didn’t have a good time , what - the fuck - ever ! it’s not like you care anymore about me to want to check on me ! fuck you , john goddamn laurens !   “   frances hisses , gets in john’s personal space before side - stepping to get to her car , purposefully steps on jack’s foot hard . she climbs into the driver seat , slams the door shut , and is soon peeling out of her parking space and is off towards their house .
jack found himself just standing there , eyes following frances ‘ s stupid fucking pt cruiser , completely shocked . frances was never that harsh towards him . he knew he’d fucked up , but he didn’t want to admit that he had done wrong . he was stubborn as shit , and so was frances , so he was pretty much resigned to the idea that they’d never be friends again . but he didn’t care . really . he didn’t . if she’s going to be an ass , then he doesn’t want to fight to be best friends anymore .
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coffeesforfuckers · 8 years ago
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Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Five
Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background
Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn't and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid's face and hair. It was love at first sight... But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.
Chapter 5: Five: Crying into the Void That is You
Joe
The summer’s coming to a close and I wasn’t ready to watch Andy leave again. It was almost a form of torture in my opinion, I just wanted to kiss him forever and never let him go.  We only have a week left together.
I have my arms wrapped around him in a tight grip, my face is pushed into the crook of his neck, breathing in his warm scent as I sit on him, my legs wrapped around his waist. I never want this to end.
“I don’t want to leave.” Andy breathes ever so softly.
“Then stay here with me… Please , Andy… Don’t leave me.” I hug him tighter and he sucks in a shaky breath.
“You know that I would if I could, Joe.” He mumbles as he presses his face into my bushy hair.
“Please don’t leave.” I beg even harder as I blink back the tears that well in my eyes at the thought of watching him board that plane back home.
“I want to… You know that I want to and if it were up to me I would never leave your side again… I just want you to be happy but I can’t… I’m so sorry, Sunshine.” And that’s when I crack and let the tears fall freely, hearing him call me such sweet things when I know that he’s hurting so badly. Every year this happens and every year he suggests breaking up because he ‘can’t’ make me happy, “No, baby, please don’t cry…” He holds me closer, rubbing my back and kissing my head softly.
“I just love you so much, Bean.” I whimper, crying so hard I can barely catch my breath.
“I love you too, Pumpkin, so, so much.” I feel the side of my head growing wet, Andy was crying too…
I always had this deep ache in my chest as the days lessened, this want to just scream and cry, throw a tantrum until I got what I wanted. Deep down I was that screaming child, pitching a hissy-fit over that toy that I was denied in the store. Only that ‘toy’ was more than just a toy to me, I needed it, I craved it and it hurt not to have it. I couldn’t scream, all that came was whispers, begging and pleading with him to never leave.
We stay there, holding onto each other as if we let go the other would disappear, mumbling soft ‘I love you’s that meant more than just I love you, each word bled emotion, sadness, lust, passion, and everything inbetween. I held onto each syllable as if it were the last time I’d ever hear those words.
I was so afraid to lose him to someone new.
Something better because I knew that almost anything was better than me.
Pete
“Mikey… What if Ray didn’t love you and he like, hate you but you loved him?” I mutter from where I lay sprawled out on the floor of his cabin.
“Uh… What?” He narrows his eyes at me through his glasses that made him look kind of like a lesbian.
“What if Ray didn’t love you, what if he had hated you but you like, loved him a lot and wanted to date him?” I repeat.
“Um, I dunno… Like I would just try harder and be nicer to him I guess?” He shrugs, still confused.
“But like he’s afraid of commitment and won’t date you because of that.” I add.
“Okay, Pete, what the fuck is going on here?” He looks down at me sternly, He looks at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind.
“So, like… I’m in love with Patrick…” I admit.
“Stump!?” Mikey bolts upright as he hears my words.
“Yeah… But like he hates me and also is petrified of commitment, like so much so that he’s never dated anybody before, he just fucks people all the time.” I huff and Mikey looks like he’s going to pass out.
“Dude, he’s straight.” Mikey says in awe.
“What?!” I shoot upward, sitting up and looking at Mikey, choking on my own spit.
“I saw him like two days ago swapping spit with some random-ass chick in the middle of the camp, like in that little park area.” He says and I jump to my feet.
“I gotta go. Do not tell anybody about this conversation.” I shout and point at him as I dash out the door of his cabin, stomping back to my own, pissed beyond comprehension.
I throw the door open and spot Alex sitting on his bed, “Where’s Patrick?” I demand and he glances up from his phone.
“Huh?” He hums.
“Where the fuck is Patrick?” I growl and he shrugs.
“I don’t know, man. He’s probably out in the camp somewhere.” Alex says and I let out a frustrated groan as I rush out, then I remember the tree he says he likes to sit in. He brought me there and we fucked up on one of the branches. I storm towards the place out in the woods and low and behold, Patrick’s up in the trees with a notebook and pen, singing to himself.
“Patrick!” I shout and he fumbles with the pen and paper and end up dropping them to catch himself from falling.
“What’s up?” He trembles, gripping the branch.
“Get the fuck down here right now!” I snap and he jumps at the harshness of my tone, nodding as he clambered out of the tree. He was most definitely flustered.
“What’s wrong?” He asks as he reaches the ground. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and slam him back against the tree and he looks shocked.
“You’re a fucking liar.” I hiss at him, “Everything you’ve said to me is a fucking lie! That’s the fucking problem.” I snap and he looks thoroughly confused.
“What are you talking about?” He asks innocently. Innocent my ass.
“You know what I mean! You’re fucking making out with girls even though you tell me all the time that you’re gay and that girls disgust you! You also said that you weren’t fucking with anybody either you dick!” I shout and he looks worried, he’s shaking.
“Pete, please stop yelling.” He pleads.
“Why should I you fucking liar!” I snap again and slam him harder into the tree, he flinches as tears well in his eyes.
“Stop!” He shouts as tears dribble down his face and he grabs onto my arm, trying to take the force off of himself, “You’re hurting me!” My grip falters and I drop him, he starts to sob and he sinks to the ground.
I stumble back as I realize what I did, “Did-... Are you hurt?” I ask dropping to kneel in front of Patrick, “I-I… Patrick I’m sorry… I just… I got angry. You lied to me and I trusted you.”
“I didn’t lie!” He shouts as his head whips up, he stares into my eyes, hiccuping as he still bawled, “I had to kiss her, Pete! I have to fake who I am! I’m not as fucking privileged as you and I can’t just love whoever. I can’t afford to be kicked out and I know if they don’t do that then I’ll never be allowed to leave the house again, or come here, I’ll be sent to conversation therapy or to those ‘pray the gay away’ camps.” He sobs harder and I feel my chest ache. I can’t stop myself from pulling my arms around him.
“I’m sorry, Patrick… I’m sorry.” I breathe as I rub his back, his arms go around me in return as his sobs echo out in the silent woods. He buries his face into my chest to hush the noise erupting from him.
I pull him more into my chest, holding him tight and he didn't move away, just clinging to me like a defenseless, injured and frightened dog.
“I don't wanna live like this, Pete.” He cries and my heart breaks, “I don't want to feel like this… Why couldn't I have been born normal?” He turns to look up at me with his bright blue eyes that glistened with tears. That makes me start to cry too… I ask myself that same question every single damn day.
“You aren't normal, Patrick, for a reason. You're special. You're perfect and normal people aren't.” I sniffle pulling him more against me.
“I'm fucked up! I like boys and I want to kiss only boys and have sex with boys. I don't want to date because it scares me. I'm scared and alone Pete, I'm so scared…” He bawls and I feel horrible and I just want to squeeze him tight and never let go. I want to protect him.
“You're not fucked up. I'm fucked up.” I lean in and kiss him, “I'm in love with boys too, Patrick but my problem is that I'm fucked up so bad that nobody wants me. I've been to the gay camps and the conversation therapies. I had to live with my aunt for a while and she sent me to them, I'm broken and nobody wants anything that's broken.” I kiss his forehead.
Patrick looks at me, “I would want you if I could want people, Pete. You'd be a good boyfriend, you're a good person. I just can't love.” He sighs, “If nobody wants anything that's broken, Pete, then why do you want me?”
“You're not broken, just bent.” I smile.
“Isn't that a song lyric.”
“You caught me.” I smile wider and he giggles softly, falling against me.
“Thank you, Pete.” He murmurs against me.
“No, thank you, Patrick.” I mumble back and rest my head atop his.
“I'll be seeing you around right?” Patrick breathes.
“Of course you will, you can't get rid of me this easy.” That makes him smile contently and I can tell he's starting to fall asleep. I play with his hair until he does drift off and I carry him back to the cabin.
That was the best summer I'd ever had.
Chapter Masterlist ~
Previous -
One - The Gum Habit Gone Bad
Two - On the Rooftop with You
Three - I Have a Forehead Texting Me and He’s Kind of Cute?
Four - Memories I Keep Locked Away for Times Like This
Next -
Six - A New Year and a New Us and Some New Friends
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25 hours After You ended it. You broke up with me 25 hours ago at the first place we ever went together. And I’m still in love with you. Today’s a Mon- no Tuesday night and I sit in a bathtub trying not to cry. Yes it’s true, I love you. Your soccer game has either been canceled or you are warming up right now, I can’t decide which with this weather. I drove down the road I sometimes took to your house and realized I won’t ever go there again. (I bawled in the library parking lot for a while. Julia cried from watching me moan and scream from the physical and mental pain.) Your brother may wonder what happened to his brothers girlfriend, the odd girl he has seen cuddling with his brother. Your mom might wonder if you are okay, if I’m okay and how it all happened. I don’t truly know Gary. What did happen? I know it was getting harder for us to talk, you were getting distant and I was freaking out. And I am sure I got distant after that. At the end of January I thought you were stressed because of soccer. Sunday the 29th we were fine. Perfect even. We talked, normally. We kissed, how we always kiss. You fingered me in the backseat of my car after a cuddling session. You told me you loved me. We got interrupted by Julia and Jack in the school parking lot, while in the middle of you fingering me. We were fine. Laughing at our little secret. Then when they had to leave, we were back to it. It all went wrong on a Wednesday for you. I noticed you becoming more withdrawn but it was then I truly noticed it, when you did. You were sick on Wednesday the 1st, I took Julia to Carrollton. Thursday you were back at school and in good health, you had a soccer game that afternoon. But we still felt off. Something was off. And I don’t know what it was. I really don’t. I went to your game and you got hurt. And I felt the feeling I’ve become all to used to feeling lately- this pit in my stomach that makes it feel like all the butterflies died, my throat burns, my heart speeds up, my stomach tightens and my lungs close. My heart breaking, that’s what it felt like when you got hurt. I didn’t know what to say after the game, so I went home, and sent you a long paragraph about how good you did and how much I liked it, and about you and I’d give you time to hang out with your friends. You invited me to Waffle House with Jordan and Michael it felt good then. Normal. For us normal. I thought we would be good after that. Friday something felt off at school. But I didn’t pay much attention to it. I went home and got ready, thinking that whatever was off could be fixed by me putting some more effort into my appearance. So I tried to look good for you one last time Gare. I sent you funny snaps of me with a lion’s mane of curly hair. I drove myself to the basketball game and texted you when I got there, and you didn’t open it or respond. I texted you that Michael was getting ready to sing the national anthem and you didn’t respond. I texted you asking if you were still coming. If something came up. Over the course of 2 hours. And you never texted me back. But you opened my snapchats. Jack and Julia were getting worried, even though they wouldn’t say it to me. People were asking me where you were, I told them I didn’t know. Abigail asked me if I wanted to go get coffee, and I was insane and in the heat of the moment I wondered if it was possible that she asked you and that’s where you were. All the while that feeling was there. The feeling of my heart breaking. It hurt. Julia and Jack tried to get me to go to Waffle House with them 2 hours after you never showed up, texted me back, or snapped me back. I refused to go, knowing you’d show up. And you did. I kept watching the door for the whole two hours, not even noticing the game. You walked in wearing your hat, the old one, the red camo one with a floral bill with Arsenal on the front part above the lid and the sticker with VA still on it, you’d kill someone if they took it off. Your greenish blue Hurley hoodie and your adidas sneakers you got for Christmas. And your baggy jeans from Buckle that your mom had to switch out because she got you the wrong size at Christmas, with gym shorts under them of course so you can change out of jeans at the first opportunity. I can’t tell you how happy I was to see you walk in that gym. I saw Devin and Ben follow and pieced it together, you were just with them and not checking your phone or in the mood to respond. Julia and Jack kept looking over their shoulder at you, I tried not to look at you, not wanting to look like a puppy when his owner comes home with a treat. I felt like such an idiot. I was cursing myself up and down time and time again. And then you came over with your voice and your cologne and your hair and your eyes and I forgave you for every possible sin and would have excused a felony. I was in love. I wanted to kiss you then and there but.. We were in a gym with hundreds of people. Jack and Julia left, and went to a cul de sac leaving me with you as a babysitter. So we held hands and you rubbed your finger over my hand. Ninja wizard. You checked your phone and explained, you were at Wendy’s and checked your snap but not your texts, you were merely having fun with the guys. And I talked to Devin and Lillian. And you talked to Ben. And you wrapped your arm around me. And we would raise our eyebrows at each other in suggestive ways. And then Devin and Ben said you were their Daddy and I said ‘hey I call-’ and caught myself before they heard, but you heard. And I laughed and you perked up. And I put my hand over your face and said shut up. And you wrapped your arm around me. And I loved you. When the game ended I asked you to walk me to my car, as I had a long walk and didn’t want to get raped. You were hesitant, and I didn’t know why, you always walk me to my car and vice versa. But you and Devin walked me to my car, and you sat up front and played music while I drove you both to your truck. I kept saying 'bye devin’ until he got the pic and left. You seemed hesitant, once again. You met me in the middle, for some reason I remember three about kissing you, maybe we pulled away and went back three times I don’t know. But you weren’t into it, there wasn’t any biting, no tongue licking tongue action. We French kissed but you weren’t in it, my hand was in your hair and yours was on my back, lightly pressing. No where near how we normally made out. It was short, much shorter than our goodbye kisses. Even with someone waiting on us. I said 'love you’. You said 'love you too’ as you shut the door and got out. That’s the last time you’ll ever say you love me or we’ll kiss. Saturday I went and got my dress altered, I thought of you when we passed P— rd, you used to live in a subdivision around there with your best friend since the first day of kindergarten right down the street. His dog died last year and when you take your shoes off at his house it feels weird, the dog doesn’t come up to see you. I went and got my prom dress altered, thinking of how you wanted to take me to (town name) to see your old house and then maybe go for a hike. I told you once that I was sorry but you couldn’t see my old house, and you said why not and I said because it is all the way in Louisiana and I don’t want to ever go back there. You said that one day we could go, and that you would be there for me and we wouldn’t have to stay but to see the house. I said maybe one day. One day won’t come. I got my dress altered, the lady thought Julia was my sister. We went to some butcher shop, I thought of MeatWorld, the butcher shop your grandpa on your dad’s side owns in Atlanta. You worked there a few summers ago, your dad had to chase robbers down. You always thought that was funny. I remembered only eight days before that when we went to Carrollton, with intents to go to the movie, and your dad wanted to go and he said he’d sit up front and pretend to not know what we were doing in the back. He didn’t know how ironic that was. I remembered how we were going to go to the mall that one day towards the beginning but instead went to dunkin donuts and some random stores in Carrollton and how I had you try on leather jackets, and we looked at clothes and goofed off. And we looked at the pets at the pet store. And we kissed in the parking lot and you told me I tasted like peppermint coffee, I apologized but you said you liked it. We took the long way, just to talk. You dropped me off at my house, and later that afternoon I took Julia to your house and Jack was there and we ‘watched’ Jungle book. And when Julia left you felt me up with Jack two feet away. And before you walked me out I stopped you in your room by grabbing your hand and giving you that look. And you picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around your waist, and I was against the wall with my arms and legs wrapped around you. Eventually I got off of you. Jack was in the room over, unaware of what happened within seeing distance. Kissing like that was something you always wanted to try, I haven’t forgotten about our want to try list Gare. Coffee and the mall brought up all of that up in my head. That was the beginning of it all. We were sweet, best friends, where did we go wrong Gare? My ninja wizard. We used to be so sweet, holding hands for the first time(nov 3) to me on top of you half naked in the parking lot(Jan 20). To me half naked the other way in your house. To you half naked at your house. To you half naked the other way in our cars. Gosh we changed so much. Maybe that is what happened. Maybe we moved too fast. Maybe we didn’t go fast enough. I don’t know babe. Something happened to us. Something. And I hope I can find it One Day, and maybe fix it, so we can be us again. Because it’s 11:27PM the Thursday after you ended it and I miss you more than you could ever know.
Me
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