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luvistqrzzz · 2 years ago

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August slipped away into a moment in time 'cause you were never mine

the summer i loved you — jake x f.reader wc — 3.3K

summary — where August was the month of new beginnings and first loves but mostly, heartbreak.

genre — friends to not lovers, second lead syndrome, angst, fluff, summer au, august inspired

warnings — sad ending, jake is a huge dee eye see kay (🤢🤢), profranity, heartbreak, not proofread

an — um guys haha def dont come at me for the ending 😊😊 but omg this had been in my drafts for a while now n im glad im able to release this in august ✌🏽😈 have fun reading pookies (1 fucking am rn imma die help)

ps — ☆ a visualizer cuz why tf am i extra ?!

August is a weird month. It seemed to rush by you like a dream and yet at the same time it felt like the last period of every Friday, not finishing fast enough. You'd prefer the former.

August reminded you of memories— pretty but mostly ugly ones or maybe when the hurt in your heart ran so deep, even the happy memories turned ugly, didn't they?

It was not a month you enjoyed, you didn't like summers, you didn't like feeling like new beginnings and first love.

August reminded you of it all... It reminded you of Jake.

It was 1st of August when you realized what those weird feelings were.

‘Y/N!’ You opened the door to the sound of your name, only to be met with a tired and almost teary eyed Jake. He looked up at you, mustering a small smile as you stood before him your mouth agape.

‘A-are you okay?!’ you asked, pulling him into your house.

‘Um. Not… really’, your friend replied, scratching his neck nervously. ‘It’s just… she kinda broke up with me.’

She. he didn’t even need to mention her name and yet you let the word pierce your heart, a little. Kang Eunji. Jake’s girlfriend, well, ex girlfriend.

It was her, always her. It wasn’t unusual for you to hear that they both had a fight but you never thought they'd break up. ‘What? Are you being for real?!’ You were shocked to say the least. Jake and Eunji were what people deemed to be the “power couple” at school. They wouldn’t break up, or could they?

He nodded and sat on the couch, ‘We were fighting over one of those petty matters again, she was angry why I was so busy. It was about soccer practice of course! And when I kind of lost it, she said we were over.’ His voice caught in his throat before he let out a small sob.

Your heart sank as you patted his back and pulled him close into an embrace, ‘Ssh, it’s okay’, you ran small circles on his, ignoring the butterflies set free in your stomach at the close contact.

You could never understand what went on in their relationship. This may have been the first time they broke up but it surely wasn’t the first time Jake came to your house on the verge of tears.

You hated seeing him this way, like a broken record.

‘What will I do now, Y/N?’ ‘You just broke up, it’s not the end of the world. Plus, you have the entire summer before you, right? We’ll figure a way out,’ You broke the hug, looking straight into his eyes, trying to reassure him.

But they all meant nothing. Getting reassured of a broken heart didn’t mend the damage, you knew better than him. Jake nodded nonetheless, wiping away the stray tears, ‘Goodness, I feel so dumb for just crying like this.’ ‘don’t be. You are allowed to feel your emotions.’

He gave a small smile in your direction and your heart skipped a beat.

‘So’, you turned towards the television, searching for a distraction. ‘You wanna binge watch something? Or maybe some Doraemon?’

Jake grinned, ‘I’d love that! What would I do without you, Y/N?’

You let out an almost sad chuckle, ‘I am the coolest best friend ain’t I?’ The word best friend left a bad taste in your mouth.

4th August was when Jake realized the bookstore was his safe place.

Clink! The door to the bookstore opened with a small chime. You looked up from your position at the counter only to find Jake walk into the shop.

He smiled before taking a seat beside you, much to your surprise. It wasn't unusual for him to drop by the store. But mostly he came for borrowing a book or having a quick chat with you.

But never like this.

'So, how are you doing?' You asked, turning towards where he sat, fidgeting with a pen. It was a slow lazy afternoon with barely any customers.

'Oh, uh, I'm fine. At least I'm trying to be. We had so many things planned and like, it feels weird. We were good for each other…' he kept on rambling about his latest break up.

You could feel your heart clench a litte. You understood why Jake was doing so but it didn't help. It didn't help that there were two broken hearts in the same room. It was always you and the second lead syndrome against the world.

Sometimes you really wondered what you had done to be stuck in the loophole of falling for a friend.

You had been friends with Jake since middle school, always finding yourself blush whenever he was around.

The first time you tried confessing to him during Valentine's Day in freshman year, your hand baked cake (which you had prepared for hours) got destroyed. You kind of gave up on him, treating him as a friend.

Well, that was until Eunji came along last year. Seeing Jake with her brought about a fresh wave of emotions you think your heart had forgotten.

It hadn't.

The bookstore was Jake's hideaway from the world. He loved everything about it. Loved how calming it was and the people who came in always greeted him with a smile. He was a quaint place, maybe mysterious in a sense that Jake didn't want to uncover the secrets it hid.

He liked how you let him sit there for the entirety of your shift. But mostly he loved the conversations.

Throughout the summer, Jake couldn't remember the number of times he found you sitting with him, flipping through some book as you both chatted away, be it in the lazy afternoon or under the evening sky, where the buzz of the grasshopper was the only thing he could hear. They felt weirdly intimate, like the secrets he used to keep as a kid. He almost wanted to gatekeep them.

'Sorry do I bore you here?' You asked one day. It was a question bothering you for a while.

Jake frowned, 'What? No. Of course not, Y/N. You could never bore me.' But you were unconvinced, 'No, like, who spends their summer sitting in a small little barely functioning bookstore except maybe be. You must have a lot of plans, right?'

'I wouldn't lie. I haven't ever spent such a quiet summer but turns out, I like a lot. Too much for my own sake. The bookstore isn't boring. Rather, it gives me a sense of escape from reality.' He gave you a reassuring smile.

'Also', Jake added as a second thought. 'You aren't boring Y/N. You just make it all loads better.'

Your phone went off with a sharp ring. Your alarm wasn’t set to ring today. Who could it be? You groaned as you sleepily grabbed it from the nightstand. Without even checking the name, you picked up the call, ‘Hello? Who?’ ‘It’s me Jake, you dummy!’ His excited voice came from the other side.

You yawned, ‘What do you want?’ you checked the time, ‘It’s literal fucking half past four.’ ‘More reason to wake up, right?!’

‘Shut up, I’m hanging up and-’ ‘No no! I really did plan a surprise. Get ready, please, just for today. Please’, he begged from the other side.

Now, you were definitely wide awake, upon hearing his voice. He had planned what…? ‘Okay but the surprise better be good.’ ‘Also! Keep your bicycle ready.’

‘There you are!’ Jake greeted you with a wide smile as you grumbled and walked down the road with your bike where he stood. ‘You don’t get to smile like that after pulling me up from sleep’, you muttered angrily.

But really who were you to complain? It was Jake and you couldn’t deny the fact that you were genuinely excited for what was coming. It was always an adventure when it came to him.

‘You won’t be disappointed, trust me’, he said, boarding his bike and motioning for you to do the same.

You breathed out a calming sigh, looking ahead at the empty road. Thanks to summer, the sun was already somewhere there on the horizon, spreading a fuzzy glow around you. Everything looked simpler, softer. In the light of the dawn, your thoughts felt less complicated, you almost felt it would be easy to sort out your feelings. Would it?

You turned to look at Jake, cycling in peace, a small grin on his face, ‘Told you! I sometimes go out on early morning rides, especially if I have a lot on my mind.’

‘So, why are you taking me then?’ ‘I don’t know. I just have a feeling you’ll like this place’, he shrugged. ‘Plus, I like spending time with you’, Jake added as an afterthought.’

A blush crept into your cheeks at his words. Stop over thinking you scolded yourself. But you couldn’t help the hope blossom in you. False hope.

‘Here we are’, Jake spread his arms wide, showing you the view. After half an hour of cycling through empty streets and quiet places, you found yourself on a small hill. It was pretty abandoned, the only sounds that reached your ears were the chirping of birds and the whistling of trees in the cool summer morning.

In front of you lay your town and the forests beyond it. Those familiar buildings looked all new when you saw them from top of a hill. It radiated calmth… and comfort.

Or was the latter because of the person beside you?

‘Thanks’, you spoke in a soft whisper but then you felt a hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your heart stopped as you turned towards Jake looking at you with a fond smile and slowly pulled you closer, resting his head on your shoulder.

You couldn't process what he was doing. Was it all intentional? No, it was the usual playful Jake you knew, right? But the usual playful Jake wasn't like this. He had pulled you into a hug several times but never like this.

Never so tender in his actions that it made you think otherwise.

'I like the view so much. I hope you do too. It's just… very special, I had never shown it to Eunji either. People ruin things', he sighed, looking ahead.

You scoffed as an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, 'So, I'm not a person?' 'No, you're Y/N. It's an entire special thing to be in itself.'

You didn't know what it meant anymore. The secret smiles, the small actions. You weren't oblivious, you saw it all but your face masked it behind the friendship.

But was it even friendship? You hoped it wasn't. You hoped you both had crossed the line of being "just friends".

It was the 20th of August when Jake liked mint chocolate ice cream.

He touched his cheek as a familiar warmth flooded in at the sight of you. What was happening to him? Ever since the day on the hill, he had been feeling weird. Be it when he visited the bookstore or when you both hung out during the day (or night).

The way your laugh sounded in his ears, when you smiled, he noticed the way his heart skipped a beat. But he loved the most when through the afternoons you talked. Just talk, nothing and everything.

Jake had never felt so connected to anyone. You both had always been friends but seeing a friends standing before him, two ice creams in hand shouldn't make Jake blush.

But it did.

'Hey Mr.Zoned out!' You snapped your fingers before him, pulling him away from his thoughts. You handed him his ice cream while joining him on the curb.

He made a disgusted face at the cone you were holding, 'Ugh. Mint chocolate.' You slapped his shoulder playfully, 'Yah! You are a person with zero taste.'

'Oh really? Lemme try it then', Jake replied, challenging you. He scooped a bit with the plastic spoon before closing his eyes and tasting it.

'Ew', he gagged. 'This tastes like fucking toothpaste', he wiped his mouth in disgust.

'Shut up, no need to be so over dramatic about it all', you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Jake looked at you as you continued eating and looking at the street in front. It was almost 5 in the evening, the kids were out playing but their shouts were only distant noise because all he could hear was your voice. All he could see was you. You weren't bright like the background but in his eyes, you were glowing. The sun falling on your face, as if highlighting only you in his eyes.

Almost as if on instinct, his hand slowly reached out to your free one, his fingers finding yours and intertwining them together.

You stopped, your heart beating way too fast, you could almost feel the redness of your cheeks.

What was happening? What was Jake doing? Why was he doing this?

It felt wrong, you knew it. Your intuition could tell it. This was something you had waited forever to happen, but you knew this couldn't be.

Let go of his hand, Y/N. Let go let go let go let go… don't let go.

You didn't, too foolish and in love to walk away. And maybe that was the first mistake you had made.

The first rain of August came on the 25th.

Why was rain often associated with sadness? No, rain didn't mean sadness.

Because on that one day of August, you stood outside the bookstore looking at the dark clouds, the rain gave you hope.

You sighed, no wonder your mother kept on insisting you to take an umbrella. Now, there you were, standing in front of the closed shop.

But a bright yellow thing caught your eye, standing out in the dull gray background. You squinted your eyes as the figure came closer.

Jake.

Your stomach jumped. Had he come for you?

He ran through the rain, his bright smile evident as you stared at him in wonder.

'What?' He asked. You shook your head, 'You…?' 'I came for you. You always forget your umbrella.' He completed the sentence for you.

Your mouth formed an "O" but a soft smile spread across your lips.

'Here', he handed you the spare umbrella in hand and took hold of your wrist, pulling you into the rain.

You shrieked, 'At least let me open mine first.' He laughed at your sight, moving closer and holding his umbrella over you.

You noticed every single thing, the things you had noticed a hundred times before. But mostly you noticed his little actions.

The ones that made you fall for him all over again.

'Fuck, if I catch a cold, it'll be your fault, Sim Jake', you threatened the boy standing in front of your porch, grinning. You both had recklessly ran in the rain as a result the umbrellas had been pretty useless… but it was fun.

'Don't worry', he stepped forward, a certain fondness flickering in his eyes. 'I'll be there to bring you the meds.'

It happened in a fraction of a second, swiftly, Jake bent down and gave a sudden kiss on your cheek. It was soft as a feather, almost like it didn't happen.

But you felt it. You almost felt dizzy, her cheeks heating you. You brought your hands to where he had just kissed you. It had happened, hadn't it?

But before you could say anything, Jake turned around, his head hung low in embarrassment but his stomach full of butterflies and sprinted in the opposite direction.

Had he meant it?

As Jake walked his way back home, his head filled with thoughts of you, a sudden buzz of his phone. He took it out, expecting a text from you.

But no… It was someone else.

His heart dropped. A contact that hadn't been there since 1st of August.

Eunji.

"jake, im so sorry."

But what followed after that day was something you had always feared.

He ignored you. Every text, every call, no reply. Did he just get awkward? But even an awkward Jake wouldn't be this rude. Or was he angry with you? You didn't even do anything.

The next time you saw Jake, three days later, was when you went on a grocery run.

You could spot him anywhere. 'Jake! Wait', you called out to him. He didn't stop. 'Omg, stop being a shit head would you?! Stop fucking ignoring me!' You huffed, annoyed.

That's when you saw his figure slowly turn towards you. 'Sorry', he muttered. You ran a hand through your hair. sorry? That's all he had to say?

'Look, if it's about that day then forget it. You-you never kissed me.' 'What? Of course not, it isn't about that day', he replied.

You looked at him confusedly, 'Huh? Then why, Jake? I had tried calling and texting you so many times but you couldn't bother to reply to me.'Your voice slowly rose.

'I was busy catching up with Eunji okay?!' his tone matching yours.

There came that name. Her name. Did you hear it correctly? What was she doing in this conversation?

'E-eunji…?' you looked at him, at loss of words. 'I thought yo-you were over her?'

He gave you a look of disbelief, 'No. That day she sent me a text and I realised… I wasn't.'

Why did the crack in your heart deepen? Why was it always you who got hurt?

And you couldn't help but ask, knowing the answer would make you feel worse, 'What about us then, Jake?'

'Us? Y/N what are you talking about? We are friends, we always have been. There is no us.'

There, the final blow. 'Why did you make me feel so special then? All for nothing? You know how much I like you, so much that everytime we spent time together this summer, I got my hopes up. I was so foolish, because of you Sim fucking Jaeyun. And that day you kissed me, I thought, finally you'll realize but no. It's always her, isnt it?', you didn't scream but the crack in your voice said it all.

And Jake remained silent through it all. because he knew he deserved 'So, this summer meant nothing to you?' You sniffed, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

'Nothing.' But you missed the flicker in his eyes. The flicker that said otherwise.

That it wasn't nothing, it was his eveything.

August 31st was when you lost it finally.

‘It was just a summer thing’, the words rang in your ear, loud and clear. They drowned the voices of all the chatter of classmates. ‘y/n? y/n? Are you okay?’ Lily asked beside you, furrowing her eyebrows in worry.

But you couldn’t respond to her, at that very moment, you thought you couldn’t do pretty much anything except look. Or rather stare at the sight unfolding before you. Before you knew it, the plastic cup fell from your hands, the beer splashing all over the floor and getting the attention of the people in the room, the attention of them.

In the haze, you met your eyes with his, the soft brown ones that you had fallen in love with, the one which enveloped you in warmth. But now they felt like they were hurting you, the annoyance in them.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you turned around. The room suddenly felt too small, the stares of the people felt accusing. You let go of Lily’s hand that gripped your wrist and ran in the opposite direction.

Did you hear footsteps behind you? Were they Jake’s? You hated to admit it but you wished they were. You wished that he was the one following you, the one who'd hold you back.

For once, prove it to you that you weren’t the second lead.

But he wasn’t there.

You found yourself rushing to the porch, the sounds fading out. But you could hear the blood pumping in your ears, the sound of your shallow breath that you had been holding for so long.

He wasn’t there. What did you even expect?

You were a summer thing for him… but he was your summer love.

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danothan · 3 months ago

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hc + 💔, hc + 🐈 (would she ever want a pet, and if so, what kind of animal?) for hal, and hc + 🎵, hc + ✂️ (how long did it take him to settle on his current style?) for barry! -f0r

[ask game]

💔: headcanon about a sad experience (hal)

[below cut for insensitive suicide talk]

🐈: pet/animal-themed headcanon (would she ever want a pet, and if so, what kind of animal?)

hal’s never lived in one place for long enough to have a pet, at least not in the conventional sense, but i subscribe to the idea of alien animal companionship! itty was like that to him for a while, and i love cinderstrato’s hypoxia fic that had hal babysit (petsit?) itty’s kids. if she had to be a pet owner, it would def be some little alien critter and it’d have to be a foster situation. i’m sure there could be workarounds to keep a forever pet, like krypto to superman, but it’s important to me that everything in hal’s life is temporary lmao

🎵: music-themed headcanon (barry)

this is one i’m curious to hear other answers for! we already know he likes jazz, which i think includes both the slow, boring, romantic songs and the eclectic “it doesn’t make any sense!’ type of jazz that lame-o’s complain abt (looking at you hal)

i’d also add anything from the 50s, obviously a reference to his creation year 1956, but also bc i feel like he’d be such a sinatra listener. idk what that little square labeled 1956 is meant to be (outside of the ref), but i’d like to imagine it was a cd he bought during a big 50s music phase

and then throw in a little prog rock + new wave for the hell of it (rush and a flock of seagulls are obvious necessities)

✂️: hair-themed headcanon (how long did it take him to settle on his current style?)

going off my personal interpretation of his wing wisps, it was pretty immediate! he’s a man of routine, esp once he gets attached. the only time he’s “adventurous” is w simple things like trying a new ice cream flavor or pizza topping (sensing a theme w allowing variety in things that are already “safe” to him, like his music)

i added that he eventually cuts his hair shorter after hitting middle-age, which was mostly motivated by his classic crewcut in the comics + the visual cue of time passing. i initially thought of the change as gradual, smth to make his life a little easier over time. now, after the recent retirement development, it retroactively makes the decision feel like he’s distancing himself from his flash identity, literally getting his wings clipped. something to let go of

💔: i think hal has attempted suicide in every universe, and not just in the reckless heroic way. and i’m not gonna elaborate on that bc 1) not a hot take 2) not equipped to get into details 3) i’ll cry if i think abt it too hard and i already delayed this ask bc i struggled to think of smth to answer for this one specifically. can you tell i don’t do well w angst LOL mb….

and just for fun, this includes all the silly cute AUs and adaptations too. there’s humor in that probably. gen z dcshg hal jordan opening tiktok after a failed attempt and commenting “kys” on tiktoks that say unalive instead of suicide. or lps sugarglider hal trying to shoot himself in the head with a “hairdryer.” that’s canon now

#alternatively for the 💔 prompt i thought i’d hc smth abt hal’s family #but that’s all i ever talk abt when it comes to sad hal hcs so no use beating a dead horse #haircut question got serious tho i never thought abt it like that before #ty for the ask f0r! i hope the panels provided some added context too :]#barry allen #hal jordan #dc #danswers #danbles #ask game #‘tsk. look at this junk.’ AND WHO WAS THE ONE KEEPING IT?#the only person he lies to more than his wife is himself 😒

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weaverpop · 8 months ago

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lil heads up i have some agnst to offer

so we know Mk is gonna be struggling with his decision at the pillar in S5, the idea that he might of made the wrong choice after all. its def gonna be a dark thought in his mind. also still struggling with his monkie form as at this point it's still associated with the whole "harbinger of chaos" thing and thus is seen as a bad thing currently in his eyes. not to mention a blow to his self identity. the therapy helps but he's still struggling with those thoughts,and his monkey body, still not really touching on them. and then the nightmares start. he dreams of what might of happened had he not been able to get the stones to work, he dreams of what bad things might happen in the future now that the mortal realm has been altered. what it was the nine-headed demon was trying to warn him about, and the chaos. sometimes even he dreams about how everyone might of had better lives in the new cycle. how Nezha and his family couldn't have been happier from the start. some are so bad they even cause panic attacks on occasion

this leads to one night when Nezha's spending the night and is woken up to the sound of glass breaking, and MK isn't in bed with him. he finds him huddled in a tight ball, hyperventilating on the bathroom floor body flashing between human and monkey, one had cut up to hell from punching the mirror which is completely smashed. seeing nezha he just starts rambling off apologies, for fucking up the world, for dooming them, for stealing a chance for a happier timeline. he's convinced himself he's being punished and the dreams are visions because of how detailed and vivid they are. which honestly I wouldn't put it past that, we don't know what happened to Nuwa and many ppl think she'd try to convince or force MK back to the pillar somehow. but it's just as if not more likely MK's long term built-up trauma, feelings of guilt, and paranoia, projecting themselves as really lucid nightmares.

Tw for heavy angst and senstitove topics!

Oof, why you gotta do my heart like that anon?!

You’ve basically got mk down pat! Poor boy been through so much 😭it’s already canon he has nightmares, so it would make sense that they would escalate after the whole self sacrifice thing.

I also love the visual of Nezha finding mk in that state, switching beteeen forms. I feel like after s5 mk would be spending more time in monkey form and less time in human. To the point where ‘human’ becomes more of a glamor. So for Nezha to see him flickering like that is a huge statement to MK’s mental state! He’s struggling and struggling HARD. The others don’t really understand because they’ve never been in that situation where it was either them personally, or the WORLD. But you know who has?

Nezha.

Nezha has done that before in a similar copasity. He’s had to sacrifice himself to save the ones he loves. To know what it’s like to be destined for tragedy. But he came out the other end.

It’s Nezha, the formerly proclaimed demon child, bringer of terrible luck, lotus prince, who is able to see mk for what he needs. The others love Mk, they tell him so, but they don’t understand the way Nezha does.

Nezha helps to comfort mk. He doesn’t tell mk it was wrong. He doesn’t tell him it’s ok. Nezha simply tells him that he’s there for Mk. He tells Mk that everyone is alive, that he made the right choice in the end, and that he couldn’t be happier with the outcome.

It’s not easy. It’s not a one and done deal. But it starts the healing process.

This is one of the main reasons I ship lotusnoodle. Because the parallels are amazing, and I could absolutely see Nezha doing this even platonically. So yea.

Also jail for anon for making me feel things!

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sugareey-makes-stuff · 1 year ago

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And here's the last batch of fic recs I have to wrap up @hprecfest and 2023! Feel free to give these some love, or else add them to your TBR for later to kick off your 2024!

Day 27: A Muggle AU Fic

Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers by poppunkpadfoot (Wolfstar, T, 11.8k)

The customer standing in front of him is quite possibly the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen. Like, he looks like a model or something. He has long, black hair, flattened by water, and just the slightest amount of scruff on his face, and… And a baby strapped to his chest. Okay.

This fic is cute AF! 😍 Doing a reread of this again made me squee about how Remus is such a precious cinnamon roll who needs more hugs, Harry is adorable, and Sirius' flirting is hilarious. So much flangst, this is a bookshop fic, and 1000% a pick-me-up if you need something to brighten your day. A+++ aka go read this ASAP!

Day 28: An Under-Rated Fic

Chimera by Literallyliterary (Flintbell, E, 11.5k)

Years after Hogwarts, years after the war, Katie Bell finds herself traded from the Harpies to the Tornados and into the hands of team captain Marcus Flint. It’s a lot easier to ignore a childhood crush when you have to take orders from him, right? …Right??

I always love a good Quidditch fic, and this one seriously delivers, especially with all the UST built up from Hogwarts days. The way Marcus and Katie push each other's buttons but are clearly attracted to each other is amazing, and there are just so many Feelings waiting to spill out, especially after they get physical. It's spicy, it's got that fiery Gryffindor-Slytherin relationship dynamic we all love, the mutual pining is for real, and the competitive streak is so alive. For the game, for a chance, and yeah, this was what really solidified my love for this rare pair when I first discovered them. Def give this a shot if you'd like to dip into new ships!

Day 29: A Post-Canon Fic

Crimson Neon by @xanthippe74 | xanthippe74 (Drarry, M, 20.6k)

Winter, 1999. Harry thought going to New York would help him get his head on straight, but all he has to show for it are sore feet and a fridge full of takeaway containers. And now he’s homesick on top of everything else. It doesn’t help that his mysterious neighbour in 2C keeps cooking dishes that remind Harry of home and all the people he lost or left behind.

I adore fics that include anything senses or food related. And gosh, this one with the angst and food as a love language is gorgeous. The small details really makes this a story I can visually see. Also, Draco cooks! 'Nuff said. And the way Harry and Draco gradually fall in love is so heartwarming. It's on their own terms, in a different country. Love, love, love. Definitely a must-read for a sleepy or rainy day.

Day 31: A Fav Amongst Favs

Drowned Boy by bmouse (Marcus/Percy/Oliver, M, 4k)

Oliver wants to drown himself. Percy wants to study, but he's willing to be distracted. Marcus probably wants trouble, but it's hard to tell.

Sooo, PoA is my 2nd fav HP book, and any references to that Quidditch game where Oliver tries drowning himself in the shower or missing moments right after are gold. Marcus and Oliver banter at each other as usual, but then Percy gets tangled in their chaos, and it kind of escalates. They're all boys with hormones, and yeah. 😜 This fic is so well written where you can see the attraction between each of them, and the dynamics work. *chef's kiss* (And since I genuinely like to delve into character studies for Marcus, Percy and Oliver, this was the fic convinced me that they're an awesome triad. Hell yeah.)

#hprecfest2023 #wolfstar #flintbell #drarry #marcus/percy/oliver #multiship #spicy #fic recs #rec lists #hp fanfic #sugareey #sugareey recs things

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pinkrelish · 2 years ago

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I deserve infinite ciggies after cht 11 nvm 1

11 was def my favourite so far, I'm in awe at how you are able to transcribe feelings and communication in the way that you do. How do you even do that, it's wonderful.

The way he nudges his nose into her gets me every time bc it's one of my favourite things and it portrays so much, I've not seen written in a lot of places so I was really happy when I saw you included it. It's such a desperate feeling to nuzzle ones cheek or neck or drag noses with someone to try to satisfy wanting to absorb them because you want need them so much.

Really well done, I'm indebted to you for letting me enjoy such a masterpiece. I'm speechless 😯

Thankyou thankyou thankyou for all your hard work and you deserve every praise that exists and more. I speak for myself and definitely others when I say we all love you very much here and can't wait for what's to come... I know it will be faultless.

thank you, thank you!! ❤️ i conceptualized that backseat scene so long ago, i'm glad it came to fruition about the same as when i visualized it, and people enjoyed the whiplash of angst - relief - fluff.

it's no secret here, eddie's nose is one of my favorite features to write about, and i will absolutely include him pressing it to the reader's face any opportunity i can. 🫠 there's something so intimate and affectionate about it without being overt like a kiss, it just gets me.

thank you so much for reading, and enjoying the series enough to send this!

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m1ckeyb3rry · 10 months ago

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LMAOOO casually drops 200k wc avg…classic Mira but ooooh yes I’ve def seen some stuff floating on your page about it from the occasional asks! It’d be really funny if the bllk one followed your typical wc projection inaccuracy although reaching orv levels is probably a stretch HAHA

MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH ummm I’ve let myself get too comfy in the crack/stupid loserverse ummm hahahaha ummm wait WHAT??? I did not that fact you really said “let me put my two faves against each ofher” it would go hard tho….

LMAOOO OOPS ok well either way it’s still funny I love the miraverse…..miraverse chigiri >>>>> circling back to the drunk Kira moment it’d be funny if reader was like “huh….when did you shrink….” LMAOOOO

No because niko gives such sidekick vibes it’s so funny but SHSKSJSJ I will shut up about oaeu for the time being to help you resist temptation it’s time for you to do some doom scrolling on tiktok /j

FR SHSHAJA they’re all just ganging up on him and he’s also a first year right??? Damn theyre fr bullying a child IM CRYING THE VISUAL OF KARASU BEING TALKED DOWN stop im imagining that alpha wolf meme I can’t

I’m laughing so hard that was fr my first thought like “they really gave him the extra eye sparkles” ONE MORE GOAL GUYS please I need the match to go faster only because seeing it chapter by chapter with no goal is lowk agonizing (it’s fine all together I’m just impatient when flipping through the panels) PLEASSEEE BARCHA MANSHINE SNEAK PEEK IM BEGGING someone give otoya a little spotlight too kaneshiro please I know you’re reading this

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO it’s so insane because 200k is so long for most people but for me it’s like okay regular that’s calm 😭 and yeahhh for a while my tumblr was solely asks about ship in the harbor tbf it was/is a very interesting story in my humble opinion…that y/n was hollyhock y/n before hollyhock y/n and she was also 10x more interesting somehow?? which is saying a LOT 😰 PLSSS nah imagine the bllk fic ends up at 500k that would be insane i’d have to have crazy plotting skills for it to get that long (or an idea i’m really inspired for 🙂‍↕️)

EEK i always forget that people who joined me in my bllk era don’t know i am FAMOUS for angst!! i neverrrr used to end my stories happy in almost all of them either reader or the love interest died it was literally to the point that pomegranate ink was considered me being kind to my readers since both yuta and mc lived 😭😭😭 nah because it was honestly a really fascinating concept wherein hak was soowon’s guard and shinah was a legend from reader’s province who comes to protect her in the palace after an assassination attempt and when hak kills shinah it’s not because he wants to but because he has to DJFNSJSKSNSN omg it’s a very insane story idk if the bllk fandom could handle it honestly especially if it’s rin killing nagi…like what would they even do

MIRAVERSE ON TOP FR omg miraverse chigiri is such a king i have this vision of may and reo being that really annoying couple that posts cute tik toks and do adorable trends together but then immediately after they post reader and chigiri stich the video recreating it while laughing and making it goofy because they’re menaces 😩 and PLSSS “nagi did the changes in elevation compress you a bit?? your hair is less voluminous too…”

NIKO IS LITERALLY JUST THERE TO RELAX and erm it may be a tad bit late…

I HAVEN’T STARTED WRITING YET JUST FORMATTING BUT SEEING IT SITTING ALONGSIDE THE REST OF MY WORK IS TORTUROUS 😭 i have to resist temptation though…i have to…

NOOO POOR KIYORA IS A BABY he should be hanging out w hiori bruh free him ‼️ SEISHIRO NAGI SAVE KIYORA ASAP 😭 omg no literally the alpha wolf meme is exactly the vibe i was going for FJSKFJSJ it’s canon dw i’m just going to manifest in there

HAHA we are on the same page idk what that was all abt…anyways agreed i think pxg will be one of the most hype games to read all at once but chapter but chapter is exhausting 😭 OTOYA SPOTLIGHT he literally scored a goal OFF SCREEN??? wtf 😓 and ofc yk i need my man to get his screentime back please it’s been too long since we last saw nagi in the main manga and he’s so hot in the manshine jersey can we get him back kaneshiro please i’m begging on my knees for a return…a mention…even a single panel…😩🙏🏻

#answered asks

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rexlroze · 1 year ago

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Ya welcome, kay kay. Just stating the facts<3

The visual scene in my head is just>>>. Also probably need to do that. Thanks for the advice!!

Yeah def my favorite scene XD I can imagine the frustration on his face before he was like "fuck this bruh" *shoots* The thought of his pose like him just looking down, body turned, arm extended towards the fish with the gun in his hand just makes it oddly more funny💀

I quite enjoyed the li'l angsty moments every now and then since I pretty much live for the angst. Smut's lovely(in general), the action and adventure scenes in a story even better, love stories 'n relationship build goes hard but... Like ANGST yk? I just love the feeling of sadness, tears, anger and my heart aching! (I need therapy). But yeah, this chap def has THAT touch of calmness and angst-ness to it if you know what I mean.

Dark humor be getting the better of me🤷‍♂️

Stem the Tide

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 5.7k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, TW blood, CW injury, TW death, CW vomit mention.

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CHAPTER 8 >>> CHAPTER 9

There's water in your lungs.

Hobie's injuries scream at him to stop swimming, but he doesn't, not until he swims you to safety. He has you placed on a piece of the revenge, a shattered part of it, all splintered wood and sharp edges that dig into his skin.

The storm has subsided, the sea monsters went back into the water, the thought should ease him but he'd rather have the beasts within eyesight if possible. The sky is still dark and blue, the sun is just about waking up to the carnage floating on the depths.

His other half is paddling away from the trenches where the creatures could lie in wait. Eyes gradually searching for his crew but his main priority is you. You who haven't opened your eyes, you who haven't breathed nor moved. He worries, grief calling for him once again.

The fear of losing you is the only thing keeping him moving.

His arms ache as he tries to restart your heart. Pounding and pushing into your chest, doing his best not to crack any of your ribs. Chapped lips breathing life into you, inflating your lungs, chest heaving up but you don't expel the water. He ignores the freezing water; it's almost as cold as your skin, still it burns him with every touch he gives you.

You haven't breathed on your own for a long while.

He curses himself, wishes that he got to you faster but with all the jaws coming towards him he had to dodge in the water and with all the strong currents he let you drown. Fuck, why wasn't I fast enough? He thinks, guilt chewing him.

“C’mon, Scuttlebutt. Fuckin' breathe.”

Hobie sees land ahead so he paddles faster.

He sucks in air, then blows into your icy mouth. Pumping and pushing, his muscles are threatening to give out.

“Not you,” tears brimming in his eyes, the sun peeks in the horizon, illuminating your lifeless face. “Please, not you too.”

A large wave almost sweeps the two of you off the raft, he protects you with his own battered body. The wave helped, the makeshift raft beaching on the sandy shores of the unknown island.

He pounds his palms continuously on your chest. Thump, thump, thump. The sound echoes in his ears like death knells.

Nothing.

Your lips are turning an unnatural shade. He doesn't focus on it, instead Hobie leans in, breathing into you once again, moving his head down, he listens intently for a sign of your heart beating.

He can't even hear a faint beating.

“Fuck!” He continues the cycle, palms compressing on your chest, mouth giving you air straight from within him. “Open your goddamn eyes!”

Hobie yells your name, full of anguish and denial. He won't give up because if it was you in his shoes, you wouldn't have.

His sobs wracked his body, yet he does it again and again and again. He can't even look at your face anymore because if he fails, he doesn't want to remember your lifeless face, instead he'd want to remember you smiling, smiling at his crew, smiling at whatever joke Pav said, smiling at him.

He'll do anything to see it again. The crew can't lose you.

He can't lose you,

“No!” In his desperation, he hammers his fist harshly on your chest.

Nothing.

He does it again. Thrashing and drumming.

Nothing.

Hobie closes his eyes, leaning down to breathe life into you one last time. He's tired, too tired to continue. Lips lingering on yours, he holds onto you tight, refusing to let go.

You wake up to lips pressing on yours and salty water rising quickly from your lungs.

Gasping and coughing, you feel calloused fingers push your body to the side as you vomit out all the water. Eyes stinging, hands digging into the sand.

You hear relieved laughter behind you, hand gripping to your shoulder, the other rubbing gently on your back.

Spitting the last salty water out of your body, you fall back on the wooden raft, eyes adjusting to the sunlight. Hobie greets you with a tired smile, fatigued yet he still finds it in himself to grin from ear to ear.

The sun blankets behind him, bathing him in its light, piercings shining, and like fate's practical joke, there's a halo behind his head.

“Please don't tell me we both died and now we both ended up in the same place.” You joke with a hoarse voice. Tongue still tasting salt. “I can barely handle you while alive and now I have to be with you even in death?”

He laughs, the sound louder than the waves on the shore. “That's the first thing you say after almost dying? Miles is right, you use humour as a crutch.” with a shaking hand, he cups your cheek, laying his forehead against your own, resisting the urge to lay his head above your chest to listen to your heartbeat, just to make sure he isn't hallucinating.

You exhale against his face, breath fanning his eyelashes, it's enough proof that death has decided to give him reprieve.

“We're not dead?” You close your eyes, savoring his presence. Hands clasped around his wrist, feeling for his pulse.

He's not dead.

“No,” he leans away, relief under his sigh. “We're alive.”

You chuckle, ghosting your thumb across the gashes on his cheek. “You did good.”

Hobie shakes his head with a smile, rolling on his back, he falls on the sand softly, arms spread out. The once white sand turns into a shade of pink under him, reminding you of his injuries.

“I did good.” Eyes closed, hand reaching towards your side, he grasps your blouse in his palm like you'd fade away if he lets go of you for even a second. The cloth is warm on his skin, realizing that you're injured.

Your cough and groan was enough to ignite his adrenaline once again.

With a hand, you stop him from moving frantically. You inhale a sharp breath, “We need a fire going.” Sitting up on your own, shivering from the cold. He observes with his hands hovering over you.

“Alright, just stay here, I'll light it.”

“No, let me help.” Your wheezing says otherwise.

Hobie grasps your chin, lifting it to face him. Your skin is on fire, he smiles at life coming back to your body. “You drowned,” he doesn't want to say the other word or it might come true. “I think that trumps over a couple of stab wounds.”

“A couple?!” You blink in surprise. “Hobie—”

“Just a few slashes. Stay here, don't cause trouble, trouble. Captain's orders.”

“You're so fucking annoying.” You flop down on the raft, gripping your weeping wound, teeth chattering.

“You could say ‘thank you’ for once.” he teases in an attempt to bring back normalcy. Staring at your sand crusted hair, seafoam draped around you, he's glad he didn't give up in saving you just for him to get a glimpse of this view.

You stare at him through wet lashes, a small pout on your warming lips. “I'm losing blood, captain.”

The simple sentence gets him to clamp up, face suddenly serious.

“Bring me a coconut!” You yell, pout replaced with a small smile. You hide your wincing with a bite of your lip, drawing blood. Looking at him upside down, he has his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

“You're insufferable.” He quotes you before immediately jogging over towards the tropical forest behind you.

“And I, you.” You whisper into nothingness, touching your lips with the pads of your fingers.

—

The fire cackles next to you, the flames dance in your vision just like the fire that devoured the revenge. Smoke fills your lungs again, you cover your nose with your arm, eyes closed, trying to forget what happened. What you did.

Hobie holds a circular pendant tied to a stick, the metal glows red hot, the engraving of a wave twirls as he moves it closer to you.

You clutch the back of your head, it still stings when you press down, at least you're not freezing and wet anymore thanks to the fire next to you.

“How do I do this?” He asks, eyes flicking to your pained face.

“Just place the metal on top of my wound for a few seconds then take it off immediately. I don't want a piece of metal in me.” Your voice is muffled by your arm.

“Show me.”

Lifting up your blouse, you hiss, fabric sticking to the angry wound, revealing where the bullet pierced you. “He nicked me so there's no bullet to take out.”

“Less work for us then. Ready?”

“Yes, just use the plain side. I don't want it to leave a mark.”

“Bad news, scuttlebutt. It'll leave a mark.”

“Not what I meant. The wave, I don't want it to leave a shape.”

“I know.” Without warning, he places the bare side of the pendant on your wound. Skin sizzling, you bite into your arm, yells tamped down. Other hand gripping into his elbow. It's an unimaginable pain, you can't believe Hobie survived through two of these.

He flings it away, careful not to add to your pain. “You alright?”

You heave, a tear escaping from your eye. “I guess I deserved that.” Looking at him through half lidded eyes, he gives you a weak smile.

“You would've flinched.”

“You're right, I would've flinched. At least I'm honest about it.” You let the air kiss your searing skin. Letting your head fall on the tree trunk behind you, He watches you like you're already dead. “It was a joke, Hobie—”

“What happened to you? Below deck?” He shakes his head, glaring at your neck. You instinctively hide it under your hand, it's still tender to the touch.

“Had a run in with a very bad man. I got him though…” you nudge him with your foot. “I'm—” you can't find the right words. “I'm sorry about the ship, I had to defend myself, I didn't know the fire would—”

“The ship was already gone the moment Mathias found us.” Those grey eyes look at you intensely, remnants of the storm still leave traces behind them. “Don't apologize, you got him, that's all that matters.”

“I burned him alive, Hobie.” You blurt it out, confessing your sins. “I shot a man. I–I don't…It matters that I did that.”

He sits closer, leaving the searing metal next to him on the fire. Holding your knee, he tentatively touches your hand before he reaches for it fully. Skin meeting skin, hand holding yours, the same grey eyes soften for you.

“Let it matter then. But don't let it in, don't let them try to kill you a second time. Bury their bodies if you have to but don't mourn them.”

“Can we do that? Bury them? Not metaphorically, even without the bodies.”

“Yes, if you want to. I'll help you dig.”

You nod, gliding your thumb along the ridges of his hand. After a beat, you swallow a lump in your dry throat. “I can still hear his screams.” avoiding his eyes, you look down at the grains of sand, your tears leave patches of darker soil in its wake.

Hobie squeezes your hand. “I'll quiet it down for you.”

“How?” you look at him, eyes questioning, eyes weeping.

“I'll talk over it, make you listen to something else other than the screaming.”

You give him a tight lipped smile, forced, tears threatening to fall. You can't ignore their faces anymore. “Finn, Ned and—”

“We'll bury them too, and we'll mourn them. They deserve that much.”

“They deserve more, Hobie. Much more.” he pulls you in, seeking comfort from each other. Arms enveloping you. You let him take you in, his scent replacing the smoke clinging to your lungs.

“They do,” Mindful of each other's injuries, you lay your head on his uninjured shoulder, face buried on the crook of his neck. He does the same, nose kissing your skin. “they deserve better.”

He finds that his arms are molded to fit you.

“The others? Do you know they're alright?”

“I saw them escape, that's all I know.” You lean away, looking at him with worry. “We'll find them, but knowing Gwen they'll find us first, yeah?” he cups your jaw. “We'll get out of here, I promise.”

“I'll hold you to that.” You nod, leaving his warmth, back landing on the wood, letting yourself fall back to your old ways.

Hobie still has his hands shaped to fit you. “We have to survive first.” He taps your shoe. “Do mine next.” He lifts up his shirt, showing you all the angry gashes like a prized trophy. “Then our scars will truly match.”

—

Shoes discarded on the sand, you wade through the seafoam with Hobie. The sun glares, puffy clouds shielding you from the heat. A breeze passes by, seagulls squawk above.

“We could eat those.” He pipes up, kicking something under the sand.

“The sand?”

“The birds, thought you were supposed to be the smart one.” Leaning down, he grabs something red buried in the sand. “Help me with this.”

You stretch your shoulders, careful of your own injuries. Copying his stance, you both pull. “How do we even catch one?”

“Pistol, a spear or a trap.” He does all the work of pulling while you're still aching. His injuries still hurt but he'd rather do all the work than let you strain yourself. “Trust me, after eating fish for three days straight, you'd beg for something else to eat.”

“You think we'll be stuck here for three days?” you tug in sync, pulling it with all your strength.

“Maybe more—” he scoffs, finally hauling the fabric out. “It's our sail. Bloody hilarious.” the crimson lay half buried in the sand, tattered.

Ned would hate seeing it like this.

You trace the stitching around the edges, remembering how his expert hands once weaved around it.

“Oi” he brushes his knuckles on your hand to get your attention. You feel his broken skin briefly. “We could use this as our roof.”

“Mm-hmm, you do that and I'll continue searching around the shore. Maybe my satchel got washed up too” you let go of the cloth, already walking away.

“Nah, I'll come with.” He bunches up the sail in his arms, drowning his entire body in red.

Crimson like the eyes of the beast.

You shake your head, giving him a faint smile. “We can't stay together the entire time we're here. We'd drive each other crazy.”

Hobie catches up to you, wide strides and long legs sauntering over to your side. “Good thing I'm already bonkers.” he passes by you, looking over his shoulders to see your wide eyes looking at him. “Hurry up before the sun sets.”

You shake your head, jogging to walk by his side. “I bet in three days we'd start killing each other.”

He snorts. “I beg to differ.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

After a minute of walking along the beach, you find a washed up crate. Hobie opens it with the butt of his gun, punching a hole straight through. You pray that it's medical supplies or at least food.

He laughs, clutching his side, leaning on the box. Beckoning your confused self, he drapes his arm around your shoulder, showing you the contents.

You blink confused at the brown bricks. “Is this tea?”

He continues to chuckle like he heard an inside joke that you're not privy to. Taking one in his hand, he weighs it, surprised that it wasn't damaged by the sea water, he thanks whoever packed it well.

Opening the packaging, he brings it close to your nose. “Here.”

You flinch back, burnt skin tugging on your side. “What the hell! I'm not smelling that!”

He laughs louder, you wonder if his injuries ache too. “Just smell it and tell me what you think it is.”

“No! What if it's solid shit?”

“It's not! Solid shit? Really?” His broken lips hurt as he smiles wider. “Do you not trust me?”

You suck in your teeth, “fine, if this is shit I'm drowning myself.” With apprehension, you lean forward to sniff. “Is that?” You sniff again, this time with a laugh. “Holy shit!”

“It's bloody chocolate.” You grab his hand, smelling the sweet treat. “Guess you got your wish. An entire crate of ‘em too.”

“I can't fucking believe that it hasn't melted yet!” He hands you the entire bar and you grin. You both guessed that one of the navy ships was carrying it. “We only need a crate full of alcohol and we're good.”

Hobie clasps your arm, “We can stay here forever if we do find one.”

“Fuck off.” You say in between laughs. “I'm not staying here forever—” your smile falters, fear enters your body.

“What?” He turns around, following your line of sight.

A body, there's a body washed up on the shore. It's draped in a blue uniform and seaweed, seagulls land near it, tentatively pecking.

“Stay here.” He murmurs, draping the sail on top of the crate. You grasp his hand before he leaves your side. “Y/N, stay here.”

“No, what if he's still alive?” you hold on to him tighter.

He nods, eyes roaming your tensed face, your shoulders are straight, eyes staying on the body. “Alright, but walk behind me, yeah?”

You nod.

With every step, your fear encapsulates you further down to your feet, the warmth on your soles keeps you alert. Yet, your hand stays on the cold hilt of your dagger.

Hobie kicks the corpse, it stays unmoving. A group of crabs start to scavenge the body, pinching and taking skin.

“He's dead. No need to worry.” He looks at you over his shoulder, glancing at your tight grip on the dagger.

“What if we're not the only ones here?” your breath shudders at the thought.

“I'll sweep the island—”

“We'll sweep the island.”

He doesn't protest, knowing you won't take no for an answer. “Fine, just—” grabbing your hands, he fixes your hold on the dagger, guiding your fingers around the hilt. You freeze on the spot. “There, better.” He tugs at the weapon, it doesn't budge in your hold. “Now they can't take it from you. Don't let them take it away from you.”

“I won't, I promise.”

—

The island is small, smaller than you thought it would be. Green foliage and tropical trees cover half of the island. Dry leaves crunch under your foot, critters slither and chatter under the tall grass, making you conscious of where you land your feet. The rays of the sun peek behind the tree tops. Exotic sounding birds sing above the branches, their rainbow feathers fly overhead, leaving a breeze to flutter against your cheeks.

You almost run into Hobie when he stops abruptly. He whistles out, reaching blindly behind him to grasp your hand.

“Come on.”

Surprisingly enough, you don't let go, locking your fingers around his, letting the warmth course through your skin.

You hear rushing water.

“We're fuckin' lucky.” He pauses, watching you peek from behind to see what's in front.

You're in awe at the small waterfall, misty water cascading like unfurled silk; it splashes cool water down into a plunge pool. Before you know it, Hobie's stripping down to his knickers.

“Woah! A bit of a warning!” You cover your eyes quickly.

He hoots before you hear a loud splash.

Hobie calls your name, you can hear his smile from how he utters it.

“It's fresh water! We can drink this!” He yells over the sound of the waterfall.

“I'm not drinking your bath water!” You still avoid him, glancing all over the place except for where he swims.

“The water isn't stagnant! It's clean! Come over here!”

“No!”

“I'm not fuckin' naked, Y/N! Just fuckin' come here.”

With a stomp of your foot and a click of your tongue, you glance at him, avoiding staring at his bottom half.

“Someone else could still be here, Hobie and you're relaxing!”

“No one's here, trust me. We've swept the entire place, there's no one here. Jus’ us” He floats and you immediately look away. Laughing, he lets the water wash over him.

“Well I'm glad you're having fun!” You say sarcastically. “But I'll walk around so you don't get stabbed in the water.”

“I can finally teach you how to swim! Get in!” He teases, knowing you won't actually swim with him while he's practically in his birthday suit.

“Nope!” You walk away but still staying close to him. “Maybe when you're not naked I'll reconsider!”

“Suit yourself! Wait!” You pause, “Stay close, yeah?”

Nodding, you wave with the dagger.

You walk around the area, avoiding colorful flowers that you're too afraid to touch. Hands grazing the top of the tall grass, you gasp when a familiar plant catches your sight.

“What?!” You hear Hobie shout, “you alright?!”

“I'm fine!” You yell back. “Keep floating like a turd!”

He laughs, a second later you hear splashing.

—

You sit on the banks of the pool, tired muscles sagging into the dirt, your pockets are full of medicinal herbs. You're just glad you found the right plants that can help to stave off infection. If only you had a mortar and pestle then it'll help with digesting the bitterness better.

Drawing swirling patterns on the dirt with your dagger, you don't look at him, only flicking your eyes to see if he hasn't drowned from napping in the water. He floats aimlessly, skin glistening under the sun, toned chest and scars in full display. You huff, moving your eyes away from his body. Yet your mind wonders where he got them, it's better to think about it than letting your mind wander back to what happened on the revenge and your almost death.

The slight sting of your injuries helps keep you awake at least.

“You hungry?” You almost jump when he suddenly appears on the edge of the pool, arms tucked under his chin, grey eyes looking expectantly at you.

“A little. You?”

“Starving. We're gonna need to make a shelter soon.” Hobie twists in place, head resting on the ground, face staring up at the afternoon sky.

You scooch closer, he smiles when your upside down face fills his vision. “Do you know where we are?”

“No, I'm guessing we're in one of the thousand islands. We were near it when we—Just be glad that we didn't land on a cannibal island.”

“There's no such thing.” He reaches up, wiping the sweat off your brow. “Right?” you almost lean into his touch.

“We got attacked by a bloody sea monster, ‘m sure there's an island somewhere with cannibals.”

“True.” You shrug, trying not to remember what the beasts look like or even sound like. “Did you piss your pants too when they came up from the water?” Teasing, you fall into relaxation with him.

“No, I shat myself.” You laugh loudly. Hobie thinks he has the best seat in the house. “Can't fuckin' believe they're real.” He can't believe you're real.

“Still feels like a dream. Someone has to know those things exist.” The sun illuminates the side of your face, lighting up your features. He can't help but reach up again with the same excuse to wipe your face. “Thanks, I'm sweating a lot.”

“Really? I haven't noticed.” You roll your eyes. “Maybe if you take a dip then—”

“Nope.” To his dismay, you move away from his view. “Come on, fishman, we need to get started on shelter.”

“I just said that.” He stands up, groaning along the way, you look away. “and really? Fishman? That the best you can do, stinky?”

“Stinky?” You cross your arms on your chest, hearing clothes shuffle behind you. “What are you five?”

“Could say the same thing to you,” his face suddenly appears on your shoulder. You yelp, groaning comically, briskly walking away in annoyance. “Wrong way, scuttlebutt.”

You turn heel, trudging in a different direction while he chuckles.

—

Standing in knee deep sea water, the sun beaming down, soft sand under your toes and your stomach growling to be fed, you stand near Hobie whose trousers are folded up to his knees. The water laps at your legs, warm enough to be comfortable but cool enough to keep you in the water. Tiny fish weave around your legs, their fins brushing your skin.

“There!” you point too fast that you pull a muscle but you pay it no mind when Hobie misses the fish again with his makeshift spear.

“Fuck!” The spear is sticking out of the sand, Hobie who is equally starving kicks the water, it splashes all over your blouse.

Great, you're hungry and wet.

You huff loudly, frustrated like the man next to you. “I'm hungry.”

“I know.” He says flatly. Taking out the spear, he aims again.

The fish wiggle in the water like it's mocking Hobie.

“Maybe we can survive eating chocolates and coconut for the rest of our days?” You wipe the sweat off the back of your neck. “Or I can start catching some crabs.”

“Fuck this!” He yells, drawing his gun, he shoots at the fish, the bullet hits the water like a tiny cannonball, splashing you again.

It's a bullseye.

You scream when he grabs the still bleeding fish. Hobie smiles wildly, yelling triumphantly.

You both jump up and down in the water giddily.

—

The fire roars in front of you, your dinner needs some seasoning but it's better than sleeping hungry with only chocolate to fill your stomach. Times like this you miss Finn's cooking, and him.

Hobie looks at you through the fire, he's thinking of the same thing. Wishing that he wasn't.

“What kind of fish is this?” you break the quiet to stop your thoughts.

“The edible kind.”

“You have no idea do you?” Narrowing your eyes at him, you scoff.

“Fuck if I know.” Hobie shrugs, scrunching his nose.

“You're a pirate.” You stop chewing.

“Yes and? I'm not a bloody fisherman.”

“I thought you'd know, because you're in the sea most of the time.”

“Fishing was James’ job not mine.”

“Kinda wishing James was here then.” You murmur but he still hears.

“Give me your bloody fish, you ungrateful bastard.” he reaches towards you and in turn you pull your fish away from him.

“No!” he chuckles at your reaction, shaking his head before silence drapes over the peace you've both created.

You keep munching on the plain mystery fish. Hobie was kind enough to catch (shoot) another fish so you don't have to share one. It's flaky in your hands, now you smell like sweat, blood and fish. The greatest smell combination in the world.

You chew, “I need new clothes.” and a bath but you'll never admit it to Hobie.

“That bloke has some,” he points with his chin at the dead body, laying further at the beach.

“Ew, I'd rather stay in these.” You grimace, looking down at the tattered and singed cloth that's holding on to its last leg.

“I don't mind that, I can actually see your elbows from here.” he smirks, trying to look flirty but with him chomping on a fish head it ended up looking more hilarious than cute.

“My elbows? Oh you pervert.” Yet there's heat behind your cheeks even when his own cheek is covered in fish scales. “Should we bury him?” you change the subject.

“We should or it'll stink,” he flicks his grey eyes at you, the simple act wakes up the butterflies in your stomach, or maybe that's the fish. “like you.”

“I don't stink” a lie of course.

Hobie laughs into his half eaten fish. “I can smell you from here.”

“No you don't, that's the fish!”

“What's the difference?”

You flick a fin at him, it hits him on his head, sticking to his hair. Laughing, you take another bite, something hard almost breaks your tooth. You stop giggling, spitting out a round metallic thing.

Realization hits you, Hobie peeks at your hand,

His sudden loud guffaw makes you throw the bullet at him. He dodges it, still laughing hard and with a fish fin stuck to his hair.

“This is why fishermen don't shoot at fish!” You end up cackling too, finding his laughter contagious. “I almost bit into it!”

He guffaws louder, hiding his face and you get a full view of the fin on his hair. You shake your head, standing up to sit next to his shaking form.

“Stop moving! Let me get that thing off.” You grab it, throwing it into the fire.

His laughter subsides, staring at you with those stormy eyes. He sniffs, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for you to say something that could hurt or for him to say something that would make you leave. But you don't and he stays silent. Just reveling in each other's presence.

You read his expression, his lips still hidden under his hand but his eyes say everything. You don't want to ruin the night but you have to tell him or it'll eat at you, not letting you sleep and you ending up looking at him with pity and grief. You don't want that, you want to continue to look at him like you've recently found out from Miles, with reverence and fondness that's out of your reach.

“I'm sorry.” Your words don't hurt him but your expression brings a pang in his heart. “About…everything.”

“‘s not your fault.” Grief knocks on his door and he refuses to answer. “Nothin' to be sorry about.”

“Feels like it is.”

“You're not the one who killed them.” Grief tries to barge in on him, he blocks the door, still refusing to let it in. “There's nothin' to forgive.”

“Still, I'd like to apologize. They were good men.” Against your own better judgment, you take his hand, he doesn't flinch away, even twisting his hand to hold yours properly.

“Do you want to say goodbye? To them?” he murmurs like he isn't sure of it himself.

Hobie refuses to let it in, not again, not in front of you.

“Yes, but we'll do it once you're ready.” You whisper to him like the world could hear his secret.

Hobie sighs. Heart aching, he doesn't want to say goodbye, if it was up to him he'd never—

“Hobie?” You call his name softly, “If you need help with silencing the screams,” a shaky breath escapes you. “I'm here.”

He frowns, seeing her face and not yours for a brief second. Changing tune, he takes his hand away. “Thanks.” It's your turn to frown.

You inhale, “I'll go grab us some water for uh cleaning our wounds. I'll clean them before bed.” Walking away, you leave him alone with his thoughts, he hopes you turn back around, but you don't.

—

Hobie takes first watch, torso exposed to the sea wind, letting it calm the searing pain of his injuries. He observes for any boats or ships on the horizon, even hoping for a box full of medical supplies to wash ashore.

He rubs his heavy eyes, it's supposed to be your turn but he lets you sleep in, after everything he'd let you rest as long as you need to. Looking over his shoulder, the simple act makes him wince. He stares at your sleeping face, calm and angelic under the warmth of the fire, and he can't help but feel jealous. You're situated under the shabby shelter, protected by the red sail that's fluttering in the breeze. Foot twitching, you scrunch up your nose in your sleep,

Chuckling, he turns back around to face the beach.

There's still nothing but seagulls flying above the water and crabs digging into the sand.

Yawning, he shakes his head wildly to keep awake. So he decides to walk around the beach, stretching his throbbing muscles.

As Hobie kicks the sand between his toes, he finds himself standing next to the navy man's corpse. He stares at the lifeless eyes, lips blue, skin so pale it blends in with the sand. The crabs still eat the remains, pinching and taking bits. He scoffs, knuckles shaking, nails leaving crescent shapes on his palms.

He doesn't deserve to be buried, Hobie thinks. And he definitely doesn't need her pity. So he takes the man's legs, slowly dragging it down to the shore until it floats. The rush of waves wakes him up, cold water dousing his lower half. Hobie pushes it away roughly, letting the tides take it, letting the sea claim it like it has claimed his friends.

He watches it slowly drift away, yet his anger doesn't subside. The fire in him is still burning ever brighter. He mentally promises the crew he lost that he'll avenge them. That he'll get Mathias, even if it kills him.

Your screams bring him back to reality. Bolting away, wading through the water, the sand hinders his sprinting, he quickly runs to your side.

“Oi, oi!” Hobie watches your terrified face morph into relief when you see him. “What's wrong? Crab in your knickers?” He stops his joking when tears slide to your cheeks, your entire body is shaking. His chest heaves at your sobbing. Voice cracking when he utters your name, Hobie lets you breathe, holding on to your shoulders firmly.

You stare at him through the tears. “I–I dreamt that you left me here.” His façade breaks into two. “And I w–woke up and you weren't here. I thought—”

“I would never. I won't leave.” You continue to weep so he holds you, not to make you stop but to help steady you through it. He'd hold onto you every minute of every day if he has to.

It's frightening how well you two fit together, limbs tangled around one another. Like a pair of wings, one cannot fly without the other. And that terrifies you through the embrace.

“I'm s-sorry, I really thought.” You find your place atop his chest, face buried on his skin, his scars kissing your cheeks. Hands gripping to the small of his back, your nails almost digging.

“‘m here, ’m not leaving you, promise.” Hobie intends to keep it, not for your sake but for his.

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sundial-bee-scribbles · 2 years ago

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OK MORE FUCKED UP PIKO AU: (I love the angst DW)

- you ever heard of visual snow? It's basically where you see static, mine's pretty mild but Piko's can get Very Bad at times. He's essentially blind if it gets too bad.

- also I should probably mention that the main reason I linked the slowed cover is in his more legible moments he sounds like the intermittent(?) talking throughout. literally and also with like. The way he speaks?

「I want to sing... I still... want to sing...」

「I've... been a bad ████... If just ever so slightly... Master, please... with your hand, Please end this... I don't want to see your pained face anymore...」

- I imagine being in a constant state of being ripped apart and put back together again from the glitching would be kind of painful? If not physically then mentally.

- Along with that I imagine he'd have periods where he'd be unresponsive because everything's fucked and he can't actually focus on like. Anything because it's all being glitchy

I'll tell you more but I have to go now dfdgxfxbfcv

SORRY IM GETTING TO THIS SO LATE but aughhhh 😭😭😭😭 poor guy omg POOR THING PLEASE SAVE HIMM... he is def in pain but someone pls save him AUHG 😭

also here this isn't exact by any means but, an approximation if you will:

#ask #my audio lol #'ever hear of visual snow' bestie look at what the last major art thing i posted referenced (/silly)#also that audio surprisingly didnt take as long as i thought it would [lying] but hm. still not the best imo but i wanted to add SMTHN fun #in case you cant tell wtf he's saying: 'wait... wait! i... i still wanna sing!'#star anon ollie

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evansbby · 3 years ago

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Girl I was literally one of your first likes but I couldn't respond right after I read it because I was running late for my lecture. But this is what I think of the latest POYT chapter

IT WAS AWESOME : 11/10

1) For the first time I did not hate Steve and was actually hurt when he hurt in the very end. It was as if I had the mark and I could literally visualize him being hurt seeing Omega being taken away just after she's aid yes to marrying him, after he told her he loved her and after she told him she was pregnant. That's absolutely devastating.

2) I STAN OMEGA. The way the girl finally let her real emotions out this time. For once her inner Omega was stiffened by her other feelings. Each time she hit him for each of his bs was so so so stress busting. Fr she was under so much pressure. I am so happy she finally put herself first and stood up for herself. The way Steve treated her was absolutely unacceptable.

3) FUCK OFF BUCKY. Tf is wrong with you?! What kind of sick person leaves a girl out in pouring rain and laughs? The audacity he had to think Omega would cheat. It doesn't only show how bad of a friend he is but also how low he thinks of Omega. You really think she would be unfaithful to Steve because he did that to her? And even if she was - trust me lad - not happening with you out of all the people. Fucking knob. I wish Steve threw him out of the house.

4) Even tho Sam was shitty throughout the series seeing him sincerely apologize was kinda nice and sweet. Made me break into a little smile between all the angst.

5) Peter, baby ik you're heart's in the right place, but respectfully ...... piss off. Not happening. Also hilarious that he's the one GRIPPING Omega and dragging her away. WHY CANT THESE BOYS LEARN A BIT ABOUT ✨️CONSENT✨️

6) Jensen getting to play was so sweet, now all he needs is some nice company who actually treats him well.

7) As a reader I want to feel like a part of the story, I DID. IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME. I felt as if I, myself was in that poytverse. I saw Omega cry and imagined Steve sketching her at night in the dim moonlight when her skin glows and she's so peaceful and finally looks like an angel cause she is one. I felt the love, I felt the rage and I felt the hurt. There was so much that I can't even begin to comment on everything. I bet I missed out a lot but I really wish I got to comment on each and every line.

It was everything I imagined and more. It was so well written, love. Honestly, it probably made my entire week and will get me through my hectic schedule. I also recommended it to my best friend and I Def think she'll love this too.

Btw, the I love you and I am pregnant at the football game after they won the game - straight out of a fairytale. It think Steve might truly deserve Omega now. And the one where he exposed his neck for her to mark - MADE ME SO WEAK.

Ok I should stop now or else I'll get carried on-

~A <3

ooof bestie so many opinions!!! firstly thank you so much for reading, ily😩💕 lemme answer them in order!

1. Poor Stevie😩 finally poured his heart out (as much as someone as heartless as him can) and it was all thrown back in his face when his omega left him. His perfect life — future wife, baby, everything — was ripped away from him and I wonder how sadistically he will react to that🤔

2. Yassss omega finally let Steve have it! I wanted to write this for all of us, bc all my readers have hated how she was treated — so i was hoping it would be super satisfying to see her voicing her frustrations!

3. Bucky is kind of delusional… I guess he just can’t seem to grasp that Steve got to omega first. He’s insulted that she’s not interested in him — bc he’s slowly becoming obsessed with her😮‍💨 her rejection insulted him so much that he not only locked her out in the rain, but he also twisted her arm painfully😭😭 the villain of poyt, and we haven’t seen the last of him!

4. Sam showing signs of maturity! But also… omega didn’t forgive him and she doesn’t have to hehe.

5. Unfff exactly!! All these boys need to chill and give omega some space to figure things out for herself!! 😤😤😤

6. Jensen played well!! I didn’t write it in the chapter, but he played well and even Steve was begrudgingly impressed. Not nearly as good as Bucky would’ve been tho.

7. Oh bestie, as a writer this is so lovely to hear!! All I wanna do is make sure my writing invokes some kind of emotion within the reader, so I’m so so so happy that you felt that when reading!! Thank you so much!💕💕😌

#a<3 anon #anon #poyt ask #poyt 4 ask

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the-wolf-lady · 2 years ago

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For The Future

Spoilers!

Glad we got to see what happened on the Boiling Isles side right after King's Tide

Raine's okay!* AND THEY SAW HARPY EDA AND THEIR EYES GOT LARGER.

And the Owl Beast remembered the Collector, but was it the Collector or one of his predecessors that trapped the owl beast? And if it was one of his predecessors, then did the owl beast just recognize him as a Collector and just wanted to get revenge and didn't care if he wasn't actually the one that trapped him?

Really like how they animated Belos

and we got to see the ghost of Caleb + the previous Golden Guards!

Whoever Luz saw in the in-between is definitely going to come into play in the finale. My first guess is that it's the titan because it kind of looked like the titan piñata the titan trappers had.

So Hunter x Willow is canon (and they'll probably make it officially known in the finale) which is great.

I saw someone on twitter complain that they did the "heal the disability" trope with Hunter and personally I disagree. The "healing" was Hunter being able to use magic. But it makes sense that was going to happen. Flapjack merged with Hunter to save him and since Flapjack is made of wild magic, it makes sense for Hunter to eventually be able to use it.

And of course Dana had to put more angst into Raeda by making Belos possess Raine. I just hope that they will be able to save Raine (AND NOT BY HAVING EDA SACRIFICE HERSELF LIKE WITH FLAPJACK AND HUNTER). The one thing I want for the ending is to have happy Raeda.

And I def feel like The Collector is going to be redeemed and Belos will be the end game villain (which I was hoping for). I just hope King will able to reach the Collector and have that talk. But that's going to be hard with Belos manipulating him. Another reason why I think he's going to be redeemed is that in the story King told him, the Collector scratched out the part about the Collectors destroying the planet + changed it to them playing games. Which shows he doesn't want to destroy the Boiling Isles. He just needs to learn that his games have negative consequences and can hurt others. I'm pretty sure most of the Boiling Isles would be willing to play with him as long as they have free will, nothing bad happens (like putting the losers on the moon without a way for them to breathe) and the Collector just turns everything back to normal when they're done (which he did after they were done playing in Bonesborough)

Also hope someone gets good quality stills of the murals on the walls cuz from what I could see they depicted the past with the Titan.

It was nice that Boscha got more of a role yet still remained a bully. But at least in the end she agreed to help Amity.

Also his name is Matt and Tholomule is his last name lmao

Also Odalia being forced to watch over the Owl Beast and Terra having to pretend to be Eda was so funny.

ALSO LUZ'S PALISMAN IS SO CUTE AND I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE A SHAPESHIFTER. Also the main theories of what it could be were all right (cat, dragon, bat, snake) with snake being the main part! Also Stringbean is such a cute name.

The visuals were so pretty in the episode!

Can't wait for the finale but I don't want it to end

#the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #the owl house #toh #for the future #for the future spoilers

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seungmoroll · 5 years ago

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Heather | Lee Minho

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: one-sided love au, slight angst, mentions of Weki Meki Doyeon

A/N: this is the second part to the Heather series. you can read the others here. I hope you guys enjoy reading!

“Fergalicious def-

Fergalicious def-

Fergalicious definition make the boys go crazy

They always claim to know me

Comin’ to me, callin’ me Stacey –“

“What the heck are you doing?” That’s when the broom you’re holding drops.

Clutching your chest, you look at the owner of the voice with a shocked and embarrassed face. “Gosh, Minho. You can’t interrupt someone when they’re in the middle of a concert.”

Sniggering, “Concert my butt, you sounded like a train going off its rails.” You glare at him as he leans against the doorway, giving you his signature smirk. “You know, you’re supposed to attract customers, not scare them away right?” Grabbing the closest thing to you, you throw and wet rag at Minho, who manages to dodge it.

“There are no customers, we’re closed anyways. Did you finish cleaning everything in the front?” You had applied to your local boba shop six months ago in need of money, but not only did you get money out of it, you got a co-worker who annoyed you every chance that he got.

“Yep, everything is all spick and span. Practically shining like my visuals.” Rolling your eyes at him, you go and put the broom up, ready to lock the doors to the shop.

Minho waits out in the front for you, taking selfies on his phone with his crazy snow app filters. “Took you long enough. Got so bored waiting for you I had to take selfies.” Whacking the back of his head, you turn around to lock the doors. “I wasn’t even gone for long, you’re just impatient.” Putting the keys up in your bag, you turn back towards Minho, but your vision becomes white as the flash of his phone goes off. Showing you his phone screen, he says, “Look, you’re a strawberry.” Thinking you look hideous, you tell him to delete it, in which he responds with a laugh.

“We should get going, don’t want you to miss your bus.” Looking at the time on your phone, you see that you have 10 minutes until your bus arrives, but the bus stop was a 5-minute walk from the boba shop, so you and Minho began your mini trek. Minho actually had a car, but whenever you guys worked the night shift together, he always made sure to walk you to your stop, not wanting anything bad to happen to you. The first few times he offered to walk you, you told him that he didn’t need to, but he didn’t listen anyways. So eventually you gave up on telling him he didn’t have to, and it became routine for you guys.

This night happened to be particularly windy, but you didn’t have a jacket, so you decided to endure the wind for a few extra minutes, but you guess that Minho had notice your slight shivers because he pulled out his sweater from his backpack and handed it to you. “Aigoo, what would you do without me?” You try to give back his sweater, telling him that you didn’t need it because your bus was coming soon anyways. “Now Y/n, I’m just trying to be a gentleman and you won’t let me. How sad, but seriously though, just take it. You can always give it to me tomorrow.” Hesitantly, you retreat your arm holding the sweater, and hold onto to it, waiting for you to arrive to the bus stop to put it on.

“You know, I don’t mind driving you home after work, right?” You did know, but you didn’t want to hassle him, plus you enjoyed the time you spent on the bus. It gave you time to yourself to think about your day, and more importantly, it gave you time to daydream about Minho.

“I know, I just don’t think I could survive more than 10 minutes after work with you.” Gently pushing with his body, he chuckles. “What do you mean? I think it’s a blessing you get to spend extra time with me.”

Giving him a side eye, you say to him, “You think too highly of yourself. Someone needs to knock you down from your pedestal.”

“Give it all you got, but you can’t knock me down from my high horse.” That was something about Minho that made you like him. He wasn’t afraid to be himself, even if it meant that he arrogant, scratch that, he wasn’t arrogant, it’s more like he was confident in himself; it was just that he has an arrogant, beautiful face.

By the time you’ve reached the bus stop, your bus was already there. Not wanting to miss it you quickly run towards it, bidding Minho a goodbye. As the bus starts to drive, you see Minho’s retreating figure, and hold onto his sweater a little bit too hard.

The next day.

“Oh hey Y/n.” Looking up, you see one of your favorite customers, who just so happens to be one of your very good friends.

“Hi Doyeon, you here for your usual?” Doyeon often came by the boba shop after her dance lessons once you started working there, so you ended up memorizing her order pretty quickly. However, this time around, she seems to be acted a bit odd, eyes not meeting yours, but instead watching, no looking, for something or someone behind you. Before you could ask her, Minho comes up behind you, bringing a finished drink for another customer. Once he’s given the customer their drink, he sees Doyeon and says hi to her.

“Hey Doyeon, how was dance practice? You getting your usual today?” You watch as she shyly tucks her hair behind her ear and fiddle with her bag. “Practice was great, but so tiring, and I was thinking of getting something different this time. Got any recommendations?” Your eyes slowly drift to Minho and see that he’s got that look on his face that you’re afraid of.

“I got the perfect drink for you. This will give me the chance to make a new drink that’s not on the menu. Don’t worry it’s on the house.” He immediately heads to make the drink as you yell out to him, “Nayeon said you can’t keep giving away free drinks!” You don’t see it, but you know he stuck his tongue out at you. Turning your attention back to Doyeon, you see that she’s already slid a five-dollar bill on the counter, and before you could object, she urges you to take it.

“Like you said, he can’t keep on giving away drinks. Hey, if you’re free, want to sit down and catch up?” You motion to the empty shop and say, “I think I have some time.”

Once Minho comes out with Doyeon’s drink, he patiently waits beside you as the two of you watch her take a sip of it. Her face doesn’t look like she’s disgusted with it, so you ask Minho what he made. ”It’s ube milk tea with cheese foam.”

“It’s actually really good, thanks Minho.”

Pumping his fists in the air, he lets out a cheer. “Yes, now if you two need me, I’ll be in the back, admiring pictures of my cats.” After he heads to the back room, you motion for Doyeon to pick and table to sit at and follow her.

“So Y/n,” you watch as she slowly takes a sip of Minho’s drink, “Anything new in your life? Perhaps a new romantic interest?” Surprised by her question, you frantically shake your head no, sputtering on your own drink.

“Me? Love interest? You know I don’t have time for that.” Too be honest, that was a lie, you and Doyeon both knew that, but you weren’t going to admit to her that you had feelings for Minho. “What about you? Anyone catch your eye?”

She fumbles with the plastic lid as she shyly admits to you, “Maybe.” Eyes wide, you urge her to tell you. “Maybe? C’mon you have to tell me. Do I know them? Oh my gosh, I do know them. Is it Bang Chan? Please tell me it’s not Bang Chan, I heard that he finally got with someone.”

Nodding her head no, she says, “No it’s not Bang Chan, plus I already knew that. I was there at the outdoor movie when I saw them together.” Wanting for her to continue, you give her your best puppy dog eyes, but her response isn’t what you were looking for, “I’m sure it’s just a fleeting crush, it doesn’t really matter who it is.”

Not wanting to push any further, you respond, “Okay, if you’re sure, just know if you want to talk about it, I’m here for you.”

“See, that’s what I like about you Y/n. You always offer your time and advice to people. That’s why I’m surprised you’re not taken yet.”

You scoff at her statement, “You’re surprised? I’m surprised you aren’t, like you’re beautiful, talented and you have a great personality.”

Sighing, she says, “I could say the same about you. I guess we’ll just be lonely together.”

Just then, the door opening alerts you of new customers. Getting up from your seat you head back to the counter. Doyeon gets up as well and bids you a goodbye, explaining that she should get home. Waving Doyeon a goodbye, you focus your attention to the newly arrived customers, three boys that come to the shop often.

Once you and Minho had began to close up the shop, it started pouring outside. “Great, it’s raining, and I left my umbrella at home.” Minho sneaks up behind you, peering out the window, “Let me drive you home, you shouldn’t be walking out in the rain.” Turning around and trying your best not to redden from the sudden closeness between his body and yours, you say to him, “I don’t want to bother you. You can just drop me off at the bus stop.”

“Nope, no can do. If you get in my car, it’s to take you home, not to the bus stop.” You look between him and the window, contemplating your decision, “Oh c’mon Y/n, you can’t seriously be contemplating your choices right now. Me driving you home for one night can’t be the worst thing in the world.” The look you give him makes him think otherwise.

In the end you agree to let him take you home. The two of you quickly run out from underneath the awning into Minho’s car, laughing as you try not to get soaked, which you ultimately did because Minho had left his umbrella in his car. Once the two of you were seated in Minho’s car, he had turned up the heat and reached in the back to grabbed something. Emerging from the back, he hands you a shirt. Eyes going back and forth from the shirt and him, you give him a confused look, “Your shirt’s soaked and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“One, my house is only a 20-minute drive from here, and two, I won’t be changing in front of you.” He rolls his eyes at you, which you realize is a common action between the two of you. “One, can’t you see I’m trying to be nice, and two, I’ll close my eyes,” he says, mocking you. Taking the shirt, you mumble, “You better.” Once you’re sure his eyes are closed, you change into his shirt, and then flick his head to let him know you’re done. Looking down at the shirt, you question what’s on it.

“It’s from back when I was in high school. I usually wear it out to the gym.”

“Minho, I swear-“

“Don’t worry, it’s clean…I think.” Secretly taking a whiff of his shirt while he reverses out of the parking spot, you smell the fragrance of his car and a hint of his…cologne?

“Minho, why does this shirt smell like febreze?”

Shrugging, “I prefer it over cologne.”

You chose not to question it any further. ‘Electric Love’ is playing softly through the speaker as you look at the window, watching the raindrops race each other on the window. Snicker escapes from Minho, “Is this what you do on the bus? Act like you’re in a sad music video?” Turning your head, you glare at him, “No…maybe, just sometimes. It’s more like I daydream while looking out the window.”

“Ah, Y/n is a little daydreamer. Hmm, I wonder what they could possibly be daydreaming about? Maybe…someone they like?” Your eyes widen from his last question. It made you wonder if he knew about your crush on him. ‘Impossible, I’m not that obvious. Am I?’ Speechless, you try to find something to say, “What? No. Nope. Not at all.”

Stopping at a red light, Minho turns to you with a smirk on his face, “So you do daydream about someone you like.” You smack him in the chest causing him to laugh. “Don’t worry I won’t ask who. Though I’m sure it’s me because who could resist me?” ‘Huh. You’re not wrong.’

You scoff at him, “In your dreams Lee Minho.”

“Oh? How’d you know?” Though you may sometimes act like he annoys you, you really enjoy the playful banter between the two of you. He was the first person you were able to get comfortable with at CuTea because of his playfulness, and for that you were thankful for him. Even though you wished you were more, you were happy to say he was your friend.

“So how do you and Doyeon know each other?” That’s odd, of all the times Minho has met Doyeon, he’s never asked about her.

“We went to high school together. We were in the school play together and after we graduated, we kept in touch.” To be honest, out of all your high school friends, she was the only one you kept in touch with. Everyone else seemed to have started their new lives, and you just weren’t a part of that, but you didn’t mind. Doyeon was enough anyways.

“I see. Is she…dating anyone?” His question catches you off guard. A wave of apprehensiveness overcomes you as you watch him focus on driving. Wondering why her could be asking about her status, unless…

“She’s single.” You work the nerve to ask the simple question you’re afraid to hear the answer to, “Why?”

“Just curious that’s all. Of all the times I’ve eavesdropped on your conversations she’s never mentioned anyone.” His answer leaves you unsettled, but you don’t want to push any further in attempt to avoid getting your feelings hurt. You don’t bother to respond to him, leaving the two of you riding in a slightly uncomfortable silence, sans the music and the rain.

By the time you arrive at your house, the rain has stopped pouring. Minho pulls up to the driveway, and before you can begin to speak, he tells you, “Keep the shirt, I got plenty at home.” All you can do is simply nod. Once you’re out the car, you turn around to see if he was leaving, but you see Minho motion for you to get in your house before he can leave. When you get inside your house, you peek out the window and watch as his car drives away.

Heading straight to your room, you plop into your bed. The unsettling feeling is still there, but once you’ve showered and done your nighttime routine, you choose to ignore it. Slumber takes over you, the second you hit your bed, and if anyone were to ask, you only slept in Minho’s shirt because it was comfortable, not because it smelled like him.

A few days later.

“Hey, Y/n.” Minho calls out to you as you’re making a drink. “I got plans tonight, so my shifts ending earlier than usual. You can walk to the bus stop by yourself, right?” Nodding your head, you tell him that you’ll be fine, though you’re curious about his plans since this was the first time since you’ve started working here that he’s left early, so you ask him about it, “What plans could you possibly have tonight?”

Leaning against the counter, he says to you, “I got a date.” The spoon you’re holding drops from your hand onto the ground, and you scatter to pick it up. Minho’s laughter fills your ears as he watches you. “Dang Y/n, is the idea of me going on a date that surprising?”

Stuttering, you say, “N-no, not at all. You’re you, so of course you’d be going on a date.” Your sentence fades as it goes on, and a slight blush is now forming on your face.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Playfully bumping him with your hip, you go back to the front and give the waiting customer their drink.

Hearing the bell to the door, you see Doyeon come in wearing a pretty white flowy dress, “Wow Doyeon, you look gorgeous.” Looking at the clock on the wall, you notice it’s two hours early for Doyeon to be here. “No practice today?” Shaking her head no, she explains, “Thank you Y/n, and no, the instructor wanted to give us a break.”

Nodding, you ask, “So why’re you all dressed up?”

“Actually-“

“Oh hey, I didn’t know you were here. Just give me a second and we can head out.” Looking between Doyeon and where Minho disappeared to, you make the small connection. Focusing your attention back on Doyeon, you slowly ask, “You’re going out with Minho?”

Noticing the small blush on her face, she shyly answers, “Yeah, he asked me out the other day after practice.” It must’ve been when you took your day off, you realize. You wonder why neither of them told you beforehand.

Maybe that’s why he’s been so distracted these past few days.

“Oh, I see...is he the one you were talking about the other day, and do you know where he’s taking you?”

“Uh, yeah, he is. He’s taking me to this little Italian restaurant. We wanted to get to know each other better, so we’re just going to talk over dinner.”

“You ready?” Minho is no longer wearing his apron and black t-shirt, he’s now clad in a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket, hat hair gone.

“Yeah, just making small talk with Y/n.” You watch as he finally takes his attention off Doyeon and focuses it on you. Acting like your usual self, you roll your eyes at him and say, “You better treat her right. If I hear of anything bad, I’m going to spit boba from a straw at your car.”

Placing a hand on your head and gently shaking it around, he says, “I preferred if you didn’t, but you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll make sure she’s treated like a princess.” His attention goes back to Doyeon, who displays a flushed face.

‘I want you to treat me like a princess.’

Checking the watching on his wrist, Minho says, “We should get going if we want to make the reservation.” He walks up to Doyeon and before they head out the door, he turns back around, “You’ll be okay with closing, right?”

Nodding your head, you shoo the pair away, “Yes, don’t worry about me, I have Nayeon. Go have fun.” Minho gives you his signature playful wink and heads out with Doyeon. You don’t miss the way their hands shyly intertwine as they make their way to his car. Pitifully sighing, you clean the counter to distract yourself from your sad thoughts. You should be happy for them, Minho seemed like he was really happy, and so did Doyeon, but you couldn’t help but wish that you were in her place instead.

Even though cleaning was supposed to distract you, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts consume you.

‘Of course Minho likes Doyeon. She’s prettier than me. She’s Ms. Popular. She’s got the kindest soul. She’s everything a guy wants in a partner. I’m just plain me. Minho wouldn’t want me.’

Your thoughts are interrupted when the bell to the door alerts you of a new customer. As he approaches the counter, he asks you, “Are you okay?” You didn’t realize that there were tears falling down your face, so you quickly turned around and said to them, “Oh, yes. Could you give me a second?” Quickly making your way to the back room, you grab a tissue to wipe your tears and take a moment to recollect yourself. Your manager managed to catch a glimpse of you, and walked up to you asking, “Hey what’s wrong?” Waving her off, you tell her it’s nothing.

“It doesn’t have to do with the fact that Minho just walked out with a pretty girl, does it?” A sob comes out of your mouth, “Gosh, I look so pathetic. I’m crying over Minho, when I never even had a chance.” She gentle gathers you in her arms and gives you a tight squeeze, “You’re not pathetic, you’re human.” Enjoying her embrace for a bit, you remember that there’s a customer waiting outside for you. Breaking the warm embrace, you go to clean your face again, “I got to go, there’s a customer outside.”

“No, I’ll take their order, why don’t you go home early?”

Shaking your head no, “Then you’ll have to close the shop by yourself. I’m fine, Nayeon. Anyways, if I left early, I’d just be wallowing in sadness at home.” Doing one last check up on your face, you make your way back to the front. Luckily, for the business the customer is still there, but unfortunately for you, he saw you crying.

“Sorry about that, what can I get for you?” It takes him a moment to respond, and when he does, it’s not an answer to your question.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The look he gives you is full of genuine concern, and that’s when you finally realized that you’ve seen this customer before. You couldn’t remember his name, even though he came quite a bit often with his two friends.

“Oh, please don’t worry about me, I’m fine. It’s just allergies.” ‘Allergies, really Y/n? Is that all that you could come up with?’

A small chuckle comes from the customer, “Allergies…sure. If you say so. Well I do hope these allergies stop because someone as pretty as you shouldn’t be crying.”

‘Oh. That was quite bold.’

“Yeah, I thought tonight I should be a bit bolder than usual.”

Cringing you ask, “I said that aloud didn’t I?”

“Yep.” Before he could add anything else, you ask him for his order, even more embarrassed than you were before. He orders a winter melon milk tea with tapioca, and when you ask for his name, he says,

“Jisung.”

A/N: I'm sure that wasn’t the ending you guys were expecting right? maybe it’s a little hint😏 I hope you guys are enjoying the Heather series so far, let me know what you guys think of it! Also, who do you guys think are the “Heathers” of kpop?

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