#F in the chat for my roommate who has to put up with our living room lights being on all the time now lol

[lasarcasticpanda]

SO i may have binged 194 episodes of The Magnus Archives in six days and have a lot of thoughts and feelings

im actually real terrible with horror, im made of pure cowardice and anxiety and terror, so not super advisable to just tear through the whole thing in such a small amount of time lmao (bright side: my daily anxiety meds knock me the fuck out, so i get to just pass out instead of staring into the dark of my bedroom)

but honestly, this is one of the best written, produced, and performed pieces of fiction ive consumed? definitely one of the best bits of cosmic horror.

and like, i know this falls into the murky area between “cosmic/lovecraftian horror” and “urban horror”, but i label it more in the vein of cosmic just due to the size and nature of the horror aspect. 

either way you choose to label it, it’s so well done. from the get, it’s just so good at the anthology set-up, introducing the audience to small instances of indecipherable events as told through the lens of a skeptic, who is really only a skeptic in the sense that he doesn’t put a lot of weight behind experiences he hasn’t had himself or that which isn’t similar to his own (which is fun all by itself - the idea of a skeptic who ISN’T skeptical of unnatural forces, but more of the intricacies of said events). And someone who, until later, you don’t really understand why he’s willing to accept some statements at face value, but not others, even being flat out dismissive and somewhat unsympathetic to those he deems “impossible”.

and as it goes, you start getting the sense of something larger bubbling. it’s so well done, incredibly well-written and produced. it gets you to a point where you start hearing familiar names and places and ideas and you just immediately zero in on what’s being said, to try and piece the puzzle together. it has such a way of grabbing that attention, where if you hear anything about a book or a specific location or a last name, you just know something important is going to be in this episode and you tuck it away for later.

and when things start finally piecing together, the sheer satisfaction you get at the moments where characters come together and have the same realizations and notices that you do, the moments where a secondary character comes in and puts it into sharp focus and the rush you get of just “i KNEW that” or “that’s surprising but it makes so much sense” is so incredibly validating. especially compared to the sudden surge in writing that “surprise twists for your audience is good, your audience should have no idea” is somehow considered good, accomplished writing. 

the SOUND DESIGN as well - imma sucker for sound design and it’s utilized magnificently here. my favorite is Michael the Distortion’s voice (along with another character, but this isn’t meant to deal with too many spoilers or specific events, so im not gonna name them, but the following still applies) - everytime they pop into an episode, i listen to it over at least two or three times. because the WAY they get the echo in their voice to sound so empty but contained, especially when compared to the other characters they’re interacting with. and how their laugh doesn’t sound like short sounds, but more of one long, extended breath of laughter that bounces around the area in such an unnatural way. both thrilled and terrified by it.

but honestly, probably one of my favorite things about this? the queer representation in something as existential as cosmic horror. usually, queer rep is used a catalyst for a character to commit a terrible act - they were bullied horribly as a kid, they repressed their sexuality, they conformed against their will, they were shunned, they’re sexually repressed, etc, etc, all of these things tend to just be fuel for why a human monster commits such atrocious acts or sides with the “evil” in the story. and sure, there’s a space for that i suppose (not something im terribly interested in, but either way), but representation isn’t about having the same layer over a group of people repeated over and over. 

here, it’s so natural and casual and there is never a direct correlation between horrible things done and anyone(thing)’s sexuality or gender identity. and there’s never a conversation about these things - no moment where someone has to explain they’re asexual or gay or trans or lesbian or bi or pan, no posturing or pandering to the audience about “what it means” to wear these labels. it’s a facet of their person, but it’s not their entire personhood and that is SO refreshing, especially coming from the horror genre. when a character does something awful or stupid in the name of protecting someone they love, their sexuality or gender identity isn’t used as some additional tragedy to the situation.

tl;dr the magnus archives is a workplace comedy about cosmic horror and a bunch of queer people just vibing. and im so in love with it, i can’t talk about it enough.

[baepsaesbae]

Babysitters Club

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader    

Genre— SMUT, fluff, babysitting au, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Dom!Taehyung, roleplaying, face fucking, oral sex (m and f), bondage, explicit rough unprotected sex please stay safe irl, squirting, choking, hickies, a surprise cameo from Spring Will Come Again!Jungkook because I have no self control

Word Count— ~7.6k  

Summary— A generic summer job hunt leads you to babysit rowdy (but still cute) kids alongside the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. What shenanigans will you get into with Taehyung by your side?

A/N— HUGE shoutout to the lovely @kimtaehyunq​​ for making this beautiful banner for me! This was literally the Taehyung I had in mind while writing this uwu. This fic is the epitome of self indulgence but I truly hope you guys like it too! Please let me know what you think! My askbox/inbox is always open, don’t be afraid to come chat with me. Love you all, hope you guys are safe <3

Crumpled up newspapers littered the floor as another ball was apathetically tossed aside. A sigh of defeat escaped your lips as you looked up at the ceiling in desperation.

“Still at it with the job hunt, huh?” your roommate, Hyuna, said when she saw your mess, “I told you to search online. Or try to get a job at a cafe or a boba shop or something.”

“Easy jobs online seem sketchy, and I told you I don’t want to work in the food industry ever again,” you groaned.

“But you’d rather...be a babysitter?” she questioned as she held up an ad, “Wait you could get paid up to $15 an hour? That’s pretty good.”

“I didn’t see that one. Is it an agency or something?”

“Not sure, take a look,” she handed you the paper.

“Oh, it seems like it’s a daycare run out of someone’s house. They’re looking for multiple applicants. You wanna do it with me?! I think it could be fun!” you ask excitedly.

“And spend most of my summer vacation with a bunch of snot nosed brats? I don’t think so. You have fun though!” she blew you a kiss as she walked away.

You whipped your phone out and immediately called the number in the ad. This job was the only one that seemed bearable, and you thought kids were cute for the most part. You’ve had a few babysitting gigs in the past so this shouldn’t be too bad.

“Hello?” a deep voice answered the call.

“Hi, I saw your ad in the paper! I was wondering if there was still a babysitting position open?” you inquired.

“Oh yes! Yeah there’s still a spot open. Um, can you give me a sec?” the man said quickly as you heard wailing kids in the background. After two minutes or so he returned to the phone.

“I’m terribly sorry about that. You don’t have a criminal background or anything right? Gosh, I’m sure this sounds unprofessional but--”

“Nope, I don’t have any charges or anything like that. Should I call back later?” you offered since it seemed like the man was a little preoccupied.

“It’s like this all the time. Why don’t we do a practice run tomorrow? Oh! I mean, whenever you’re available to start. Or technically have an interview? I guess? Hey, don’t put that in your mouth!” the man chastised at someone in the distance.

“I can come in tomorrow!” you said.

“Great! Just use the address in the same ad you got this number from! Oh, and please get here by 9am! See you soon!” the man hung up abruptly.

“That was chaotic…” you said to yourself.

A moment later your phone began to ring. It was from the babysitting guy.

“Hello?” you answered.

“I realized I never got your name! I promise I’m not always this frazzled,” he laughed as rambunctious laughter erupted behind him.

“Oh, I’m ______,” you gave him your first and last name.

“Cool. See you tomorrow Miss ____!” he said before hanging up again.

You were actually excited to babysit. It had been a while since you had done it, and playing with kids was usually fun. Then again, you’ve never had a bad experience with babysitting before. You prayed that this gig would continue the positive trend.

Donning shorts and a simple Mickey Mouse t-shirt, (you figured some kid was bound to like the mousey character) it was time to head off to your potential workplace. The babysitting place was actually fairly close to you, only about a 10 minute drive. It was 8:55am by the time you arrived. A couple of parents walked past your car to drop off their kids. All of the kids seemed to be pretty excited to enter the house, which was definitely a good sign.

You gently knocked on the door at exactly 9am. There was no response as you awkwardly waited for about a minute or so. All you could hear was shrill laughter and thumps that you presumed was the kids running about. You realized there was a doorbell, and sighed at your foolishness.

The door opened seconds after you rang the doorbell. A tall man with dark hair greeted you with a warm smile. You were taken aback by the handsome guy, suddenly questioning whether you were at the right place or not until a child popped up from behind his shoulder and yelled out a loud “Boo!” that caused you to jump.

“Ah, sorry about that! This one is always trying to play pranks,” the man laughed as he playfully jostled the child that was latched onto his back, “You must be ______?”

“That’s me!” you say with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Cool. C’mon in, I’ll introduce you to the kids,” the man led you inside.

The living room was littered with toys, from cars to building blocks to barbies. This place was definitely a kid’s happy place. Four little kids were playing with various things when you walked in. All of the kids there seemed to be between the ages of 4 to 6. At a glance, it seemed like they were all playing house. It took you a few seconds to realize that one of the kids was actually playing by herself; she was just physically close to the other kids.

“Everyone! This is our newest helper! Her name is Miss ____. Let’s all play nicely with her okay?” the man announced.

The kids playing house immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed to you. Two boys began asking you questions in a rapid fire succession, while the little girl merely clung to your leg.

“Those two are Kota and Bel,” the man pointed to the two boys, “The little girl stuck to you like glue is Ava, and the one playing over there is Lucy,” he continued to name each child.

“AND I’M SAM!!” the last boy exclaimed over the man’s shoulder.

“Yes, this troublemaker here is Sam. That’s basically the whole gang! We could get a few more additions as the summer goes on, but these guys are the OG crew. They’re all really sweet kids, once you get to know them. Any questions so far?” your employer asked.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name, sir,” you say politely.

“Oh! No need to call me sir. I think we’re probably around the same age? Not that I’m assuming your age or anything but--”

“He’s my horsey!” Sam interrupted.

“No, he’s the chef!” Kota yelled.

“No, he’s our dad who’s not our dad,” Lucy chimed in.

“My mom told me he was a babysitter?” Bel added, now visibly confused.

“I am all of those things,” the man reassured the children, “But my name is Taehyung. The kids call me Tae or Mr. insert whatever title I have in the game we are playing on that day. Pleasure to meet ya,” Tae extends a hand out to you, “Let’s see how your first day goes.”

The first few hours consisted of a rather intricate game of pretend set up in a fantasy world. You played a princess who was captured by an evil dragon, who was played by Taehyung (you couldn’t help but think about how you wouldn’t mind being his hostage).

The boys were valiant knights on their quest to rescue you. The girls played different creatures that aided the knights as fairies or unicorns or any other things they wanted to be. Most of the game consisted of you and Taehyung sitting together in a corner of the living room. Even though you didn’t have to do anything, it was fun watching the kids play. Their imagination amused you.

“Enjoying yourself, princess?” Taehyung asked as he also watched the children run around.

His deep voice sent chills down your spine. Something about the way the word “princess” rolled off his tongue was so enchanting. You cleared your throat before answering.

“This job has been pretty fun so far, Mr. Evil Dragon,” you smile.

“Hey! I’m not evil, just misunderstood,” he protested.

“Oh no! The dragon is about to eat the princess!” one of the boys cried out.

“What? No, I’m not going to eat her,” Taehyung said defensively.

“You need to pretend to eat the princess so that the knights save her,” Lucy, the quiet one, scuttled over to whisper to the both of you before hurrying back to her spot.

Taehyung turned towards you to appease the kids as they held their breath in anticipation.

“Rawr! I’m going to eat you!” he said in a deep voice.

“Oh no! Somebody save me!” you cried out, playing along.

A few moments passed but none of the kids moved. You both turned your heads towards them in confusion. They stared back at you blankly.

“You need to bite her!” Sam demanded.

“What?” you and Tae said in unison.

“Bite her! Bite her! Bite her!” the boys started to chant.

“But not too hard!” Ava expressed her worry for you, making you smile.

“I…uh…” Taehyung was at a loss for words.

“They’re not gonna stop, are they?” you whispered to him.

He nodded with a sigh as their chanting got louder. You offered him your arm. Kids can be crazy stubborn over silly things. Besides, you’ve done worse for less (college is crazy).

Taehyung shot you an “are you sure about this?” look, to which you just nodded. Once he got the okay, Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you harshly, causing your face to be a mere inches away from his.

“Fools! You think you can save the princess? I will devour her before your very eyes!” Taehyung declared with an even deeper voice. He opened his mouth menacingly, as if to show off his fangs. Then, he proceeded to bite your bicep. To be honest, he was being so forceful that you thought he was going to bite you for real, causing you to involuntarily close your eyes.

Instead, he gingerly placed his teeth on your skin so lightly that you could barely feel anything. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung grinning at you with your arm in his mouth.

“Aaaaggghhh GET HIM!!” Sam yelled, leading the other boys straight into Taehyung.

Taehyung quickly let go of you before he rolled out onto the floor. The boys began to pummel Taehyung with their foam swords and pretend bows and arrows. The girls came to your aid to help you escape during the battle.

The little boys triumphantly stood over their defeated babysitter who pretended to be passed out on the floor. You applauded their victory as the girls sat by your side.

“Okay! Good game, it’s almost lunchtime,” Taehyung announced as he quickly popped back up.

“Chef Tae makes the best mac and cheese!” Ava informed you excitedly.

“I wanted dino nuggies!” Sam puffed out his cheeks in disappointment.

“Sam, you know it’s Ava’s day to pick out lunch. It’ll be your turn tomorrow okay? I promise! You guys can stay here and play with Miss ____ till food is ready,” Tae called out as he walked to the kitchen. Lucy silently followed Tae.

“Lucy likes to help out in the kitchen a lot. She sets the table,” Ava explained when she saw you watching Lucy.

“You’re good at being a princess!” Kota butted in as he ran to hug your leg.

“I like your shirt! I like Mickey Mouse too. I saw him in DisneyWorld last year,” Bel said as he clung to your other leg.

The kids took turns holding onto your legs as you tried to walk around. Apparently the thought of making you tumble over was an exciting one, and that kept the kids busy until Taehyung called for everyone.

Five little bowls of mac and cheese were set up on the dining table. The kids took their seats as Taehyung handed out juice boxes. He positioned himself by your side as the little ones began to chow down.

“I normally just eat the rest out of the pot, but since you’re here I can get you a bowl. Sorry about biting you earlier, the kids really like it when I get serious about my roles,” Taehyung chuckled as he scooped out your portion.

“It’s no problem, you’re a great actor. Thank you,” you say politely as he handed you a bowl.

Lunch was spent making small talk with Taehyung. He was a newly graduated college student trying to make extra money before starting a real job hunt.Taehyung had been running this makeshift daycare since he was a senior in highschool.

“Summers are always fun with them,” Taehyung said while smiling fondly at the kids, “How has it been so far?” he asked.

“I’ve been having a good time. The kids are all really sweet! They have so much energy,” you answer.

“They do indeed, which is why playtime is so important in the morning! It makes what comes next easier,” he winked at you before collecting the empty bowls, “Okay kiddos! Who’s ready for nap time?”

Lucy quietly raised her hand while the boys groaned. You figured it would be hard to get those active boys to settle down, let alone to take a nap. You helped Taehyung set up blankets and pillows in the game room. The kids made a beeline to their designated blankets without a fuss.

“Do you sing, Miss _____?” Taehyung asked out of the blue.

“Um, not really?” you say hesitantly.

“Ah, I see. No worries. Everybody ready?” he said.

“Yes!” all the kids replied.

“Alrighty. Do you have any song requests, Miss ____?”

You thought about which songs would make for a decent lullaby, “Do you know Adore You by Harry Styles?”

“I’ll have to look up the lyrics but yeah I like that song! I like his whole album actually,” Taehyung nodded as he pulled out his phone and took a deep breath, “Walk in your rainbow paradise~”

You were shocked by his vocal talent. His voice control was superb and the quality of his voice was downright euphoric. Even though Taehyung’s voice is deeper than Harry Styles’, his range was incredible. He was still able to go as high as Harry without any trouble. All the kids had fallen sound asleep by the time he finished the song.

“This is when I typically have about an hour of free time,” he said after quietly leading you back into the kitchen.

“You have such a beautiful voice! Do you sing to them every day?” you praised him.

“Thanks! Yeah, I sing to them every day. They used to get duets actually,” Taehyung sighed.

“Did you have another coworker before?” you asked.

“Yep. My best friend actually. He’s my roommate too, but he landed an internship this summer so he couldn’t be here. I’m very proud of him! But usually this is a job for two people so I decided to put that ad out. I’m happy you came out! The kids seem to like you,” Taehyung gave you a thumbs up.

“I hope so! Lucy might be scared of me though,” you recalled the way she mostly avoided you all morning.

“Nah, she’s just really shy. She told me that she thought you were really pretty though, so that’s a good sign!” he tried to reassure you.

“I guess it must be true then. Kids are brutally honest,” you smiled.

“She definitely wasn’t lying,” Taehyung smiled back at you.

You had to look away awkwardly to hide your blushed cheeks. There’s no way you could handle a direct smile from this guy. How was it possible for someone to be that handsome without even trying?!

“So what happens after naptime?” you quickly asked to change the subject.

“Basically more playing until their parents come. It honestly just depends on what the kids wanna do. We can play inside, in the backyard, and sometimes we go to the park,” Taehyung answered with an amused smile, “Let’s use this free time to conduct a more formal interview, shall we?”

Taehyung then asked you a series of questions about your summer schedule, if you’re willing to work every day of the week, how you feel about the kids, along with other things. You answered truthfully and kept up a professional demeanor. Taehyung seemed to be satisfied with your answers and leaned back in his chair.

“That all works for me! The people who really need to approve of you are the parents. I’ll introduce you to them later this afternoon. I’m sure they’ll all be fine once I vouch for you,” he nodded.

Soft giggles caught your attention. Taehyung signaled that break time was now over and led the way back to the living room. Kota and Bel were wrestling each other while the others threw pillows at them.  

“Did everyone have a good nap?” Taehyung sing songed.

“Yes!” they replied.

“Can we play house now?” Ava asked.

“Yeah! Miss ____ can be the mommy now!” Sam bounced up in excitement, “Our last mommy used to be a boy.”

“Jimin was a great mommy and I’m sure he misses you all dearly. Jimin is my roommate/best friend/ex-cobabysitter,” Taehyung explained.

The game of house was more hands on from your end. The kids demanded you to carry them and read them stories like a real mommy would. It was mainly the girls who wanted to play with you, while the boys took turns wrestling with Tae or riding on his back. You were braiding Lucy’s hair when the doorbell rang.

“Kota! Your mom is here!” Taehyung called from the front.

All the kids trickled out one by one as their parents arrived. Taehyung introduced you to each parent; their reactions were all positive, especially when their kids raved about you being the new Jimin.

“If she’s anything like Jimin, then I have nothing to worry about. I trust your judgement, Taehyung,” one of the sterner looking parents said (Sam’s father to be exact).

“Congrats! You got the job,” Taehyung congratulated you once all of the children were picked up, “We get paid on Fridays. I’ll basically just split what we earn 50/50, cool?”

“That’s fine by me! I’m looking forward to working with you,” you bow graciously.

“Ah! No need to be so formal. We’re partners now! I’m not your boss or anything,” Taehyung gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder, “See you tomorrow!”

Summer was about to get rather eventful. All of the children warmed up to you surprisngly quickly, even timid Lucy (who had arguably grown the most fond of you). As the days went on, you couldn’t help but admire Taehyung’s kindness and patience when it came to the kids. From firm to understanding, he was everything a caregiver should be. He handled spats between kids with ease, often by making them forgive each other then laugh at some silly joke of his.

One afternoon, the kids voted to watch a Disney movie. All seven of you curled up on the couch together with you and Taehyung in the middle. Lucy sat in your lap while Bel sat in Taehyung’s. Halfway through the movie, Taehyung fell asleep. The kids didn’t notice since they were so engrossed in the movie. You however, DID notice. Mostly because he rolled his sleepy head onto your shoulder.

Your heartbeat quickened as you slowly turned to take a peek at the handsome man sleeping beside you. He looked angelic, and you realized that he smelled pleasant too. He had a sweet scent that was uncharacteristic for a young man. You took a deep breath and pretended not to notice him. He didn’t wake up until the doorbell rang near the end of the movie.

He seemed to be confused and perhaps even slightly flustered when he lifted his head from your shoulder, but quickly shrugged it off to go answer the door. The incident (and the drool on your shoulder) was never mentioned.

It had been a month since you started babysitting with Taehyung, and it honestly had been a lot more fun than you expected. The kids are wonderful silly little beings and Taehyung is...well...Taehyung.

You were cleaning up the living room on a late Friday afternoon after all the kids had been picked up. Taehyung was somewhere splitting up the week’s paycheck. Once all the toys were back in their respective bins, it was time to gather your stuff and go.

“Great work this week,” Taehyung commended as he handed you your cut.

“Thanks! Same to you as always. I’ll see you on Monday,” you wave as you open the front door.

“Actually um--” Taehyung cleared his throat.

“Yes?” you whipped around with almost too much eagerness.

“My friend is part of an art gallery showing tomorrow night and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? I heard there will be drinks and finger foods…” Taehyung trailed off, presumably due to imagining what kind of snacks will be served.

“I’d love to! I’m not an expert on art or anything, but it sounds cool,” you smile.

“No worries, I’m no expert either. I’m just a guy who appreciates neat expressions of creativity,” he nodded humbly, “I can pick you up at your place, if you’d like.”

“Sure, I’ll text you my address. Oh uh, what’s the dress code like? I don’t really attend these things,” you ask shyly.

“I’d say a step down from formal? Like no t-shirts or jeans. Pretend like you’re going on a date to some restaurant that isn’t a michelin star but is still classier than Olive Garden,” Taehyung tried to explain.

“I’ll do my best,” you smile at his peculiar way of describing the appropriate attire.

A smile never left your face as you drove home. A chance to hangout with Taehyung one on one without any kids around? All of his attention will be on you? Yes please. You love the kids and all, but you finally have a real chance to get closer to Taehyung. To be honest, you might have the teensiest little crush on him, but who could blame you?

The next day was spent preparing for your night out with Taehyung. It probably wasn’t a date (90% sure it’s not), but you wanted to look irresistible anyway. You put on a purple dress with flowy sleeves that made you feel like a princess. It was on the dressier side, but being slightly overdressed never hurt anyone.

You usually only had time to slap on mascara and a lip tint in the mornings before babysitting, but now you had abundant time to play around with your makeup. You settled for a soft yet glamorous look with shimmery eyeshadow and eyeliner. Sparkly lip gloss tied the whole look together and made your lips look tempting (or so you hoped). You decided to leave your hair alone since you were having a miraculously good hair day.

“Wow are you sure this isn’t a date?” Hyuna whistled when she walked into your room.

“It’s not! This is just the first time Taehyung will see me actually trying to look good,” you say defensively.

“You’re cute even in ratty t-shirts, but I get what you mean. Have fun tonight!” your roommate gave you a tight hug.

A strong knock on your front door indicated Taehyung’s arrival. Hyuna tagged along as you went to answer the door; she wanted to see the guy you’ve been gushing over for the past month for herself.

Your mouth hung open in shock for a split second when you opened the door. Taehyung also dressed up. He was wearing a bright sunflower shirt paired with a black blazer that perfectly combined fun with sophistication. He wore a red silky bandana looking belt for an added pop of color with his black pants.

“Hey Taehyung!” you greet him happily.

“Good evening, Miss ____. You look spectacular!” he complimented you immediately.

“So do you! It’s funny seeing you not in a t-shirt, though I’m sure you’re thinking the same thing,” you say.

“You’re charming even in your graphic tees, but this is a nice change of pace too,” Taehyung agreed.

“Hi! I’m Hyuna, ____’s roommate,” Hyuna butted in to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, ____’s babysitting partner,” he introduced himself.

“We should get going,” you say politely before Hyuna could start to get chatty.

Hyuna mouthed an exaggerated “oh my god” coupled with a double thumbs up as you waved goodbye after Taehyung was already out the door. You playfully rolled your eyes but blew her a kiss anyway.

“I didn’t realize you lived so close to me,” Taehyung said as he pulled away from the curb.

“Yeah, it made the job even more appealing,” you nodded.

“I really am glad that you applied,” Taehyung said softly, as if to himself.

“Sorry, what was that?” you couldn’t hear him properly.

“Nothing! I said I’m glad you agreed to accompany me tonight!” Taehyung quickly stated.

“Thanks for inviting me out! I’m actually pretty excited,” you admitted.

The gallery was somewhere in the swanky part of downtown. You gazed out of the window at all of the high end stores Taehyung drove by. Everyone walking around the stores looked like supermodels, which was actually pretty intimidating. What if the people at the gallery looked like that too?

“We’re here!” Taehyung announced, interrupting your thoughts.

There was a decent amount of people wandering around the venue when you both entered. It was basically one big dimly lit room with spotlights on pieces scattered around on the walls plus some sculptures in the middle. Thankfully, the patrons already inside looked like normal people, most of them probably students like you.

“Taehyung!” someone called from the side of the room.

You both made your way towards the voice, only to find a man who was just as handsome as Taehyung greeting you with a bunny like smile. He had long hair that almost covered up his assorted dangly earrings. He definitely had art student vibes mixed with a dash of bad boy. The boys greeted each other with a ferocious hug, indicating that they’re probably good friends.

“Oh! What’s up, I’m Jungkook,” the boy shook your hand once he noticed you.

“She’s my babysitting partner this summer,” Taehyung said proudly.

“She’s replacing Jimin huh?” Jungkook laughed, “Taehyung and Jimin are like my brothers. We were all pretty close in college and are batchmates, even though I’m younger than them,” he stuck his tongue out at Taehyung.

“Yeah yeah okay whatever. Skipping grades in elementary school and bringing in a ton of transfer credits will help you do that I guess,” Taehyung shook his head even though he was still smiling.

“Are these your pictures?” you asked Jungkook, motioning to the mounted pictures behind him.

“Yeah! I took most of these in Madrid, I’ve been working abroad for my dream company,” Jungkook answered you proudly.

“Who’s this?” Taehyung pointed to a picture of a girl laughing by a giant tree.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” you added.

“She’s um...a good friend. She was the perfect model,” Jungook said with a faraway look in his eyes that told you there was more to the story.

“Tell me more about her on our next phone call. Tonight is for celebrating you!” Taehyung picked up on Jungkook’s sudden change of tone.

You enjoyed listening to their old college stories as the boys reminisced about their past together. Jungkook relished telling you all of Taehyung’s embarrassing moments at various parties. Taehyung returned the favor by recalling Jungkook’s past run-ins with women. Despite his natural charm and god like looks, apparently Jungkook gets really nervous around girls.

You and Taehyung were on your own once Jungkook was flagged down by an older patron interested in purchasing some of his work. Taehyung stayed close to your side as you explored the rest of the gallery. Each artist was so incredibly talented as their pictures told  stories with just a single frame.

“____ look! They have those fancy charcuterie boards!” Taehyung grabbed your hand and excitedly dragged you over to the snack table. You couldn’t help but smile at his childlike elation.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve been getting tired of being force fed fruit snacks every day,” you laughed as you ate the assorted appetizers.

“I completely understand. Unfortunately, the kids are too sweet when they want to share. I don’t have it in me to turn them down,” Taehyung agreed.

Once the food was eaten, you resumed walking through the gallery. It was fun making up stories to go with each picture. Taehyung seemed to gravitate towards adding a romantic twist to each story, while you opted for a bit of mystery. At the end of the event, Taehyung met up with Jungkook once more to say his goodbyes.

“Thanks again for coming with me, I had fun! I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Taehyung said as he drove you back.

“It was really neat! I liked hanging out with you outside of work,” you nodded.

“Would you say it was a successful date then?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow with curiosity. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened with surprise.

“Was...was this a date?” you asked quietly.

“Did you want it to be?” Taehyung teased.

“I wouldn’t have gotten so dressed up otherwise,” you said defensively, taken aback by his sudden cheekiness.

“I realized I should’ve clarified that after you had already left. My bad,” Taehyung shot you a boxy grin, “But then I figured maybe you would be more relaxed if I didn’t mention it.”

“That’s odd logic, but I guess it worked,” you admitted begrudgingly.

Taehyung walked you back up to your house. He sweetly kissed your cheek and bid you goodnight, leaving you frozen in place.

“S-see you on Monday!” was all you were able to stammer out, to which Taehyung just smiled and waved back.

Hyuna happily freaked out with you once you were back inside. She was watching you from the moment Taehyung pulled back up. She shrieked with excitement once you told her that Taehyung confirmed that it was a date. Hyuna didn’t let up with grilling questions about how your night went. She even asked if the Jungkook guy you met was single, to which you truthfully answered that you didn’t know.

“Besides, he told me himself that he’s scared of girls. You’re scary enough as is,” you teased her.

“Oh shut up. So is Taehyung like, your boyfriend now?” Hyuna asked the million dollar question.

“I don’t think so. I think it was just a date, but that’s a good start!” you declared optimistically.

Babysitting on Monday went on like normal. Taehyung didn’t act any differently, which was both concerning and relieving. You were in the backyard pretending to eat whatever dirt concoction the little kids were serving you.

“This one is for you,” Lucy quietly offered Taehyung a clump of dirt sprinkled with blades of grass, topped with a dandelion.

“Oh, how pretty! What is it?” Taehyung played along.

“It’s a love potion. The next person you hug will fall in love with you,” Lucy smiled.

A smirk crept on Taehyung’s face as he pretended to eat Lucy’s love potion. He made a satisfied “Ahh” sound that made Lucy giggle.

“Tae has to hug me now! He loves me the most!” Sam yelled as he ran over to latch onto Taehyung.

“No, Tae loves me!” Bel argued as he pulled on Taehyung’s shirt.

“That’s not how it works!” Lucy huffed as she yelled at the boys.

You watched with delight as the little kids chased Taehyung around the backyard, demanding that he has to hug them. It was easy for him to juke them out as they constantly ran back and forth. You were content with just watching them until Taehyung began to make a beeline for you.

“Oh no no no,” you cried as you got up to run.

Taehyung (and the kids) chased you around for a little bit. The backyard was on the smaller side, so there wasn’t much space to evade all of them coming for you at once. To make matters worse, Taehyung actually started to try and catch you. His speed was no joke; he was much more agile than you gave him credit for.

With one pounce, Taehyung tackled you to the ground. Somehow he managed to whip himself around while you were falling, so you ended up falling on him. Now wrapped up in his arms, Taehyung smiled up at you with a shit eating grin.

“I guess you have to fall in love with me now,” he smirked.

“You wish,” you laughed as you pulled yourself up.

“Aw now he loves Miss _____,” Sam pouted.

“No, now Miss ____ has to fall in love with Tae,” Ava corrected him.

“That’s dumb,” Kota shook his head.

“Tae! Kota said a bad word!” Bel immediately tattled.

“Kota, remember what I said about bad words. No one wants to play with someone who says mean things,” Taehyung chided him.

“Sorry,” Kota mumbled.

“Let’s play go play inside. Who wants juice?” Taehyung patted Kota’s head.

The kids followed Taehyung inside like little ducklings. You loved that sight, you always thought it was the cutest thing. The rest of the day went by without a hitch.

The topic of favorite movies came up during lunchtime the next day.

“I like Frozen 2,” Ava stated, and Lucy nodded furiously in agreement.

“Detective Pikachu was better. Pikachu is funny,” Sam interjected. The other little boys then began to argue about which pokemon was better/stronger.

“I’m not really a big movie watcher,” Taehyung confessed as he took a bite of a dino chicken nugget.

“Have you at least seen the classics? Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? Star Wars?” you listed with concern.

“I’ve seen Harry Potter and Star Wars. I think I saw the Lord of the Rings? I can’t really remember. I know I wanted to watch the newer Lord of the Rings movies,” he chuckled at your growing disbelief.

“Newer Lord of the Rings? You mean the Hobbit series?” you were disgruntled.

“Yeah those. I didn’t realize you were a nerd,” he nudged you.

“What of it? All of those are great movies. I have copies of the Hobbit series if you ever wanted to watch them,” you offered.

“Do you wanna watch them with me?” he perked up.

“Sure, I love them! You wanna do a marathon? It’ll take up a full day though,” you warned.

“I’m down. Are you free this Sunday?”

“I believe so.”

“Great! I’m excited to see you geek out over hobbits. Okay kids, naptime!”

You drove up to Taehyung’s place Sunday morning, you weren’t kidding when you said it would take all day. Taehyung said to dress comfortably so you showed up in your sweatpants and oversized college tee. He answered the door wearing gray sweatpants and his favorite CELINE shirt. His dark fluffy hair fell over his forehead and was almost long enough to cover his eyes.

“Good morning! I hope you’re hungry. I made some waffles to eat while we watch the first movie,” he greeted you.

His humble abode smelled heavenly as the scent of dough tinged with a hint of cinnamon wafted through the air. The soft belgian waffles were delicious as they practically melted in your mouth. Taehyung asked a ton of questions with nearly every scene, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to flex your knowledge of Tolkien lore.

Hours later, you found yourself cuddled up with Taehyung as the final credits of the Battle of Five Armies began to roll. Taehyung was still trying to process everything that happened as he asked you clarifying questions about each character.

“Well crap, now I’m sad,” he pouted.

“Yeah, the ending is kind of a downer, but that’s what makes it so good! The Lord of the Rings has a happy ending if that makes you feel better,” you look up at him from his chest.

“You look cute like that,” he observed.

“Like what? Tiny from your angle?” you tilted your head.

“I guess so? Tiny, maybe submissive,” Taehyung’s voice lowered with his suggestion.

“Submissive? Is that how you see me?” you sit back up completely with defiance.

“Not at all. You’re pretty feisty, which is why making you be submissive is even more alluring,” he raised his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

“Do you want me to be a damsel in distress for you? Not happening,” you smirked.

“Pretty princesses are good for one thing,” Taehyung hopped off the couch.

Before you could say anything, he promptly grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder. You were too shocked by his boldness and physical abilities to retaliate.

“They’re perfect for kidnapping!” he let out a dramatic evil laugh as he carried you off to his bedroom.

Once there, he roughly threw you on the bed. You couldn’t help but look around curiously since this was the first time you’ve ever seen his room. It was surprisingly neat; his bed was made and there were no messy clothing piles in sight.

“Are you an evil dragon then? Capturing princesses and such?” you teased.

“Evil dragon, dashing captor, I can be anything you want me to be. Just please not an orc,” he let out a chuckle before getting back into character, “Just know that you’re trapped here with me. No one is going to rescue you.”

“Oh no! What a terrible situation to be in! What on Earth is this extremely handsome dragon going to do with a poor defenseless princess like me?” you taunted.

“Ok this is all very hot but before we go any further, are you okay with this?” Taehyung asked sincerely.

“I can’t think of anything that I’ve wanted more,” you nodded.

“Perfect. Safe word is red,” he winked at you, “Now strip for me, princess.”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

Taehyung grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of your head and forcefully brought you up to his face, “I suggest not making me angry,” he sneered.

You didn’t think you were one for being manhandled, but god damn that was hot. There was already a tingle between your legs and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. You complied with his request, and quickly tore off your shirt and pants. Though you weren’t wearing any fancy lingerie, you were wearing a gray bra and gray panties that could pass off as matching.

“Mmm what a pretty treasure. It would be a shame to let it gounappreciated,” Taehyung stretched out that last word as he gently ran his fingers from your torso up to your neck before firmly grasping it.

Taehyung straddled you as his long fingers were wrapped around your neck. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss you. Though apprehensive at first, he gradually got more bold with it. His tongue dipped into your mouth the instant your lips parted. His other hand crept under your bra to fondle your breast.

“You take your clothes off too,” you said as soon as the kiss broke.

“You don’t get to make any demands, silly princess,” Taehyung shook his head.

You pouted and reached out to tug at his pants anyway. Big mistake. Taehyung slapped your hand away and slammed you back onto the bed.

“You don’t listen, huh? I’ll have to do something about that. Stay still or else you’ll make things worse for yourself,” he ordered.

You reluctantly obeyed, partly because you were curious about what he was going to do, and partly because you were actually intimidated by him. He returned back to the bed a few seconds later, but with a familiar silky red belt in hand.

“Give me your hands. Good girl,” he smiled deviously as he bound them together, “Remember the safe word is red, okay?” he gently reminded you.

He looked down at you with a satisfied grin as he began to take off his sweatpants. He had an obvious bulge in his underwear that outlined his massive dick. You were further entranced by his physique when he took off his shirt. He wasn’t ripped, but he was still fit, as you could plainly see when his chest was finally revealed.

“Open wide, princess,” he demanded.

You opened your mouth, and even flattened your tongue out a little bit for him. He pulled his cock out of his underwear, finally exposing his full length. You doubted you could fit even half of him in your mouth, but at this point it wasn’t up to you.

Taehyung lowered himself down to you, and teasingly tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue. He slowly eased himself into your mouth, forcing you to open your mouth even wider to account for his girth. He made his way back out once you gagged. He grabbed your head to hold you steady as he fucked your mouth once more. He got closer and closer to the back of your throat until he finally hit it. All you could focus on was breathing as tears welled up in your eyes. Taehyung thrusted a couple more times before he pulled out completely.

“Good girl indeed. Well done, princess,” he softly stroked your chin before wiping your tears away. All you could do was smile meekly back at him.

“Don’t worry, it’s time for your reward,” Taehyung smiled down at you as his hand slipped under your panties, “Oh you’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He positioned himself between your thighs after he tore off your panties. His thumb fiddled with your clit, causing you to squirm. He placed a strong grip on your thigh to hold you down as he circled your clit faster. Your helpless whimpers were music to Taehyung’s ears.

Without warning, he easily stuck two fingers into you. He didn’t even let you adjust as he rapidly fingered you, his fingers curving to graze your g-spot with every stroke. His tongue swirled around your clit, adding even more toe curling sensations.

Him adding a third finger was the catalyst for the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. There wasn’t even a build up, everything just hit you at once. Suddenly you were crying out even louder as you violently came. Did it occur to you that you were squirting all over Taehyung and his bed? No. Were you doing exactly that? Absolutely.

“Delicious,” Taehyung said as he licked his lips, “Look at the fucking mess you made.”

“I-i’m sorry,” you managed to stutter, you were still recovering from your orgasm.

“It’s only fair that it’s my turn to make a mess now. Do I need to get a condom, princess?” he cooed.

You weakly shook your head. You needed to feel all of him, right now. Taehyung chuckled at your neediness as he aligned himself with your pussy. He slowly inserted his entire length into you until the base of his cock touched your soaked pussy. You moaned together as he stayed still for a second. You looked up to see Taehyung’s face lit up with pure bliss.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he growled as he began to mercilessly buck his hips into you.

You moaned with every thrust as Taehyung shook the entire bed. Taehyung placed both of your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to hit you even deeper from this new angle. He leaned over to plant his lips on your neck as he fucked you. What started as a gentle peck took a violent turn as he harshly sucked on your neck. He left dark spots wherever his lips touched, and soon you were covered in dark blooms.

“Do you want me to soil your back or your chest?” he asked in a guttural tone.

“Back?” you answer dubiously.

You were immediately flipped over. You were laying flat on your chest waiting for him to prop up your ass, but he never did. Instead, he simply spread your legs wider and fucked you flat against the bed. Taehyung grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks to get a better view of your sopping pussy. You could feel another orgasm brewing as he fucked even deeper into you, and his cock was continuously dragging against your g-spot.

“Taehyung, I--”

“I know, princess. Let it all out. I want to feel you come on my dick,” he demanded.

A few more strong strokes was all it took for you to go limp under him as your orgasm took over. Seconds after you hit your high, Taehyung pulled out and came all over your back.

Once you were all cleaned up, Taehyung untied you and kissed your forehead.

“How was it, princess?” he asked as he stroked your hair.

“I’ve never been fucked by a beast before, but now I don’t want anything else,” you admitted before kissing his neck.

“Good. I was worried about going overboard. As I told you before, I really like getting into character,” he laughed.

“I’ve never been into roleplay but I’m willing to change for you. Oh shit, it’s late already,” you noticed the time on his alarm clock.

“Just stay the night. I don’t think the kids will care if you’re wearing sweatpants or not. I can lend you a turtleneck to cover up those hickies though,” Taehyung yawned.

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. Be warned, I’m a cuddler,” he pulled you closer to him.

“I guess I can sleep in a little later then,” you reasoned.

“Perfect. Goodnight, princess,” he quickly kissed your lips.

“You’re sleeping like that?”

“Like what?”

“Butt naked?”

“I can put clothes on if it makes you uncomfortable. I just figured it would make things easier for tomorrow morning,” he said sleepily.

“Tomorrow morning?” that got your attention.

“You’ll see! Be patient, princess. Night night.”

Never in a million years would you have guessed that applying for a babysitting job would result in this, but you weren’t complaining.

Published April 17, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.

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When in Brazil - Sunshine

pairing: Hinata x f!reader genre: SMUT wc: 6.6k warnings: fingering, oral, body worship, praise kink, hinata with big dik

[a/n]

I said to myself, lets make this quick and short. lol yea sure

No beta. This is Spartaaaaa 

My brain went bzzt bzzt after this. 

Let me know if you want to be part of the taglist for this mini series

Beach || masterlist

  “Are there any more deliveries for me, y/n?” The ginger asks while beaming at you like he hasn’t been delivering orders under the heat of the sun across Rio the whole afternoon. 

“We’re all good, Shoyo.” You smile back. He’s such an earnest part-timer that your mood just lifts up whenever you see him. You rarely find anyone like him. Even though he’s just delivering orders for the diner, he’s so dedicated to it. He’s not like one of your previous delivery guys who grumbles before and after work as if they’re not getting paid. Shoyo is different. His eyes are full of life, full of purpose.

You like seeing him around because his sincerity and politeness makes you feel like you’re not just some dumb waitress in some small diner. Aside from pleasing to talk to, he’s also pleasing to look at. He’s like a cute boy-next-door kind of guy.

“I’ll be going ahead then!”

“Wait!” He turns around with an inquisitive look on his face. You want to keep him around longer for tonight. It’s been a rough day for you and you could use some sunshine. “Actually, I’d appreciate some help closing up. I’ll serve you something for dinner in return.” His face brightens up at your request. There it is. Mr. Sunshine, indeed. 

“Sure, y/n! Just tell me what to do.” 

He’s an efficient help to have. What you usually do in 40 minutes or so was done in just 20. 

“Wow, I should ask you to help out more often,” you say jokingly. “No problem, y/n! I can help out after deliveries.” 

You wave your hand frantically. “Oh no no no. I was just kidding, Shoyo. I can’t always give you dinner. The owner would notice when we do inventory.” You laugh apprehensively.

“You don’t have to! I don’t mind staying for a few minutes to help out after deliveries.”

You stare at him with an appreciative smile on your face. Bless his pure heart. Boys in Brazil could learn from him. “Alright. I’ll be in the kitchen to prepare your food real quick.”

He seats himself in one of the vacant lounges, grinning at you as you enter the kitchen. Since it was just him, you get it done in ten minutes or less. When you get out of the tiny room, he’s like a puppy salivating at the tray you’re holding. 

“Here you go, sir.” You jokingly say.

He doesn’t respond as his eyes twinkle at the food you laid out in front of him. Poor Shoyo. He must have been starving or maybe he’s just glad for the free food.

You decide to clean up the kitchen and the counter while you wait for him to finish, but he ate so fast that he’s done before you are. 

When he sees you still occupied, he takes it upon himself to get his used cutleries and wash it. He easily finds where to put them and he even wipes the table he sat on. If ever he asks you for another job, you’d instantly recommend him to the owner to replace one of the staff who’s basically a sloth. 

You two almost finish at the same time. 

“Thank you so much for the dinner, y/n.” He bows. You’re thrown off at first, but you remember that he’s from Japan. 

“Thank you, Shoyo. Seriously. The help is nothing compared to the food.” You get out of the cashier and get your bag. You remove your apron and shove it there before leading him out of the diner as you lock it up. 

“I’ll walk you home, y/n.” 

You wave your hand dismissively. He’s done so much already. “No, it’s fine. You must be tired.” 

He shakes his head in disagreement. “Not really! I wanna walk a bit too, but if you’re uncomfortable with it, I-”

“It’s okay!” You interrupt him. You do appreciate it if he’d accompany you home. You just thought he’s doing it to be kind and polite. “It’d be nice to chat with someone on the way home.” You tell him. He keeps his bicycle at his right while you’re at his left. 

Even as the night is fully settled in, Shoyo’s energy is still soaring as he narrates why he’s here in Rio. No wonder his eyes are always gleaming vividly. He wants to accomplish something badly that he traveled halfway across the world in a foreign country. And as you get sucked in his story, you don’t notice you’re at your apartment already. 

“I live right here. Do you wanna come in for tea or beer or whatever?” You invite him, wanting to hear more of his Volleyball journey. He seems glad from your invitation. Maybe he wanted someone to talk about it too.

“I’m okay with just water.”

You open your door and hold it out open for him. “You sure?”

He nods sprightly which makes you smile at the pure innocence he exudes. He eyes your whole place when he gets inside. “Wow. You live all alone, y/n?”

“Uh huh. I don’t like having roommates.”

“I think I’d get more homesick if I lived all alone,” he remarks.

From being awed, you begin to feel bad for him. It must be really tough to be so far away. “Well, you can always come here if you feel like talking or stuff,” you offer earnestly. You don’t mind him visiting every now and then. He’s such a positive energy amongst the dread of your everyday routine that’s constantly draining you. Also, You can’t imagine him being one of those guys who just hang out to get a slice of action. 

Since then, he frequently came over. 

On the days when he had deliveries for your diner, he’d help you close up. Instead of getting him dinner from the small diner, you two would get something on the way to your apartment or you’d fix him a quick meal when you get there.

He’s a comfortable company. Because he’s quite the talker, he never runs out of things to say. He not only talks about his life in Japan, but also here in Rio. You practically know all his friends here just from his stories.

“Didn’t they say anything when you wanted to leave?” You prod when he opened up missing his family. “They did, but they still pushed me to do it. They know what’s it for, and they know I’ll be back.”

“What about your girlfriend?”

A soft blush surfaces on his cheeks as he chuckles nervously. “I don’t have one.”

“Oh? Who’s the cute girl in your wallpaper then?” You’ve seen it several times when he looks at the time with his phone.

“She’s our Volleyball manager and a really good friend,” he explains as he gets his phone to show you something. “She’s been with the team since I was a first year.” He shows you a photo of him, a black-haired guy who’s probably Kageyama, and the cute blonde girl. 

Your attention all goes to him, his innocent beam at the camera while his arms are sprawled in the air. “Oh my God,” you exclaim while staring at the photo.

“You were so skinny!”

You look back and forth from the screen of his phone to him, comparing how he looked like then and how he looks like now. You pull your chair closer to him so you can scrutinize him more. He looked so young and pure back then. Literally, just a kid.  

“Wow.”

You gape at him, marveling at how his features have changed so much. Even if he still has that baby face, his face has definitely gained structure. And the scrawny boy in the photo? You can’t find that anymore with the Shoyo in front of you right now. He even has a nice tan going on that suits him so well. 

Without thinking, your hands fly to his shoulders to grasp the muscle he’s built after high school, squeezing them firmly before trailing down to his well-defined chest. Damn, he really put some nice work to achieve this. You drag your hands down to see how his abs are and holy crap, he’s fucking lean. 

Your gaze drops further just below where your hands are and see a faint outline of what he’s hiding beneath his shorts. 

“Ah!”

You immediately remove your hands off of him and raise your palms in mid air. “I’m so sorry! That was so perv- I mean rude of me to do that all of a sudden.” You apologize in a panicked tone, hoping that he didn’t think you were being handsy, even if you really were. 

“I was just amazed because you looked so different from the photo and uh..” you laugh to make up for the missing excuses you were supposed to say. 

He laughs with you, a timid smile gracing his face.

“It’s okay, y/n. You can continue touching me if you want.”

You squirm as you put your hands to your lap, clutching your shorts from the sudden thick air that engulfs the room. He sounded harmless. Even his face is his usual good-natured facade. But those words meant something else to you, an invitation to touch him more.

You let out a tense tither before turning to him. “No no! Haha. I’m fine. It was just on impulse.”

In an attempt to hide the awkwardness, you gather his used dishes and cutleries. “Let me get these washed up.” You stand up and hurriedly get to the sink. 

What was that weird sexual tension? That over there in your dining table is just your nice delivery boy, Shoyo. You’re nothing but co-workers who are just friendly to each other.

You let the cold water run on your fingers and wrists while you wash the dishes. You need to get back to him composed and cooled off. You want your relationship as it is now. You don’t want to feel awkward and bothered.

So what if you just realized that he’s hot and nice and completely alone with you?

“Do you need help with anything, y/n?

You yelp at the sound of his voice so close behind you. You can feel his warm breath fanning your neck and his body hovering at your back. He’s barely pressing against your back but you can already feel the ends of your hairs prickling your skin. 

“Wah! Why are you having goosebumps, y/n? Are you cold??”

“Yeah. It is a bit windy tonight.” You lie with a tense chuckle as you hasten your task so you could escape the situation. To worsen things for you, he places both hands on your bare shoulders and caresses them up and down to create heat. 

“I hope this is warm enough,” he says concernedly. 

It’s more than just warm. He’s supposed to create friction by rubbing your shoulders, but he’s skimming so gently on your skin that it’s fueling a different kind of heat stemming from your core from the supposed friendly gesture he’s doing to you. You fight off the urge to clench your thighs together for he might notice it since he’s just a hair away behind you. 

You saw him as a nice guy but his hands are making you feel otherwise. You had to bite your lower lip to suppress a whimper that was at the tip of your tongue. You can pass it off as a groan of relief, but with your current state, it might sound sexual. Since when were you this sensitive?

“Do you want me to prepare your green tea?” he kindly offers. 

“Yes, please,” you answer weakly. 

He takes his hands off you and gets you your green tea as he suggested to. You breathe a sigh of relief when he leaves. You feel like you’re about to break from how heavy his sexual pull is on you. Is he even aware? 

You dry your hands and saunter back to your dining table to take a seat and give your legs a break. Shoyo places the cup of tea in front of you and sits beside you. 

“Why do you always drink that, y/n? It doesn’t taste good.” 

“It’s to help me lose weight.” You draw the cup to your lips and take a sip. 

“Ehh? But you already look hot as you are.”

You almost choked on your tea from what he just said. You weren’t expecting such an adjective from him. With trembling fingers, you return the cup to the table. “You okay, y/n?” He asks worriedly. 

You clear your throat. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He can’t help but notice that you’ve been on the edge since you felt him up. He believes that you did it with no malicious intent, so he really didn’t mind. He knows that all you think of him is a good help to the diner. That’s why you comfortably invited him to your home, but he can see right now that he’s made you uncomfortable for some reason.

Maybe you’re really embarrassed with what just happened even if he did say it was fine. He really was okay with you touching him, even if it was something more than just touching. But it’s not like you see him like that.

He likes you a lot, so he should just go so he doesn’t make you any more uneasy. “It’s getting late, so I’ll go now, y/n.” 

When he stands up, you immediately follow. “Oh? Already?” You ask with a hint of disappointment in your voice, which makes him a bit confused. Did you not want him to? 

“Do you want me to stay for a bit longer?”

You look at him hesitantly before shaking your head. He smiles amicably at you for the usual hospitality you’ve given him. “Thanks for the dinner, y/n.” He looks at the time and heads for the door. 

“Shoyo!”

He shifts his body to your direction while he waits for what you’re going to say “I- uhhh. Sorry about a while ago.”

He strides back to where you are and grabs your hand, slowly leading it to his chest with a faint grin playing on the corners of his lips. “It really is okay, y/n.” When your palm lands on his pecs, you just let it stay in one spot as you look at him differently than usual. You regard him with doe eyes gleaming with baffled curiosity.

With his grip still on your wrist, he does the work for you and guides your hand down to where you touched him just a while ago. Your line of sight follows your hand while his is completely focused on you, anticipating your reaction if you’re satisfied with just this.

He lets go of your wrist, allowing you to do as you please. You raise your gaze to meet his, your eyes asking him for permission.

“I really don’t mind, y/n.” 

Your other hand goes to his bicep, firmly grasping it before you take one step closer to him. Both 

your hands travel to his midsection, the feel of your delicate caress making his thoughts not as friendly as it used to be. Especially with how impressed you look with your hands all over him.

“Can I touch you too?” He blurts out without thinking. 

He instantly regrets it when he sees the surprised look on your face as you pull your hands away.

“No! I didn’t mean t-“

You silence him instantly by putting a hand over his mouth. “I didn’t say anything,” you mutter as you usher his one hand to your waist.

You remove your hand from his mouth and use it to lead his other hand on your neck. You don’t know what you’re doing. You keep your eyes on his neck while he languidly roams his left hand on the small of your back until his arm is wrapped around you. He doesn’t move his right hand away from your neck. He only strokes it tenderly with his thumb. 

“Y/n.”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you raise your gaze to him. “Can we do more than just touching?”

Instead of answering him, you yield to the heavy sensual pull that you’ve been trying to ignore earlier. You slowly reach for his lips, wanting to gradually settle yourself in the present situation.

But when your lips touched his, he didn’t share the same idea you had as he wastes no time exploring your mouth with his. All the hesitation he had is gone with his hand dropping down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze which draws you even closer to him, letting you feel his erection against your core. 

He doesn’t take his mouth off of yours as he leads you to the dining table, taking both of your ass cheeks in his hands and carrying your weight as he guides you to sit at the edge of the table. 

When you’re comfortably seated, he tugs the flank of your shirt and hurriedly takes it off you. You want to look at him to see what he looks like when he’s not being the nice Shoyo you used to see him as. But he gets back to your mouth in just a second, sticking his tongue out to let it wander inside your warm cavern. 

His hands immediately find the clasp of your bra and unhooks it with ease. That’s when he pulled away. His eyes are glued to your body as he removes the undergarment slowly, as if he’s unwrapping his gift with the slow reveal of your breasts.

His eyes glimmer with delight when he completely slides the clothing off your arms. It kinda makes you conscious with the way he’s staring at you, like his eyes are burning through your skin. You use one arm to cover your boobs, but he instantly sees through your plan. 

As soon as you lift your arm, soft panic sets off in his eyes. He immediately grips your wrist and slams your hand against the table.

“Don’t!” 

“But you were staring too much.”

His gaze drops down again to your unclad breasts with reverence. “Cause you’re pretty.” He leans down on you again, his plush lips just within an easy reach from yours. “So pretty that I can’t stop staring.” 

You expect him to kiss you again, but his mouth latches on your jaw instead, nipping the sensitive skin beneath it. A soft sigh comes out of your already parted lips while his palms trace the length of both your arms up to your shoulders. He kisses his way down to your collar bones, savoring any skin that his lips graze upon until he reaches one soft mound. 

His hands follow the trails of his lips, one finding its way on the curve of your hip while the other stops on your breast where his mouth isn’t latched onto.

He delivers sloppy kisses, sucking on your perk nipple and swirling his tongue on it like it was a treat. The other bud isn’t left out as he plays with it, tweaking it between his thumb and index finger. 

Your breathing starts to become shallow from the surge of desire spreading throughout your body. 

He cups both sides of your boobs and pushes them together before he continues on, letting his tongue toy with your nipples almost simultaneously. He’s so into it that his teeth accidentally scrape one bud.

“Ah!”

He immediately stops and looks at you apologetically, misunderstanding the moan that came from you.

“Sorry...”

“No. It felt good,” you feebly tell him.

His eyes brighten up and gets back to what he’s doing. He takes the hard bud in between his teeth, tugging it lightly as he looks up to you, his orbs eager for your approval. It spurs you on even more. You give him one nod as you feel your cunt throbbing from how your arousal is heightening by the minute. 

“Shoyo,” you call him weakly which he didn’t seem to hear. 

He lets go of your breasts and licks his way down right on top of your shorts, leaving a trail of saliva on your skin. He unbuttons your shorts, the sound of your zipper being rolled down letting you know what he’s planning. 

“Shoyo.” You call out louder this time, causing his hand to rest on your groin. “Let’s go to my room already.” You expect him to be glad, but he frowns. “But I want to taste you already. Please, y/n? I want to eat you out here.”

Your legs quiver from how much he wants you, his eagerness affecting you as you yourself get impatient and wonder how his tongue would feel on your pussy. 

“Do it.” He smiles at your approval as you lift your ass off the table to help him get your shorts off. You aren’t surprised that he tugs your underwear together with it as he peels it off you. You’re starting to get an idea how he is at bed - impatient, excitable, and eager to please.

A subtly smirk tugs up your lips when you realize you’re in for a fun night. 

He doesn’t notice it though. He takes a step back to relish the vision that you are. His eyes are completely focused on your bare body with keen hunger as he traces every curve in sight. You indulge him a bit by spreading your legs apart for him to see.

“Wow.”

His eyes don’t leave your cunt while he drags the chair he’s previously sitting on. He spreads your legs even further as he sits down. He places his thumbs on your inner thighs, gently caressing them before he stripes one thumb on your slit.

“You’re so wet, y/n,” he says right before dipping down and tracing his tongue where his thumb just did earlier. He continues doing so, licking up and down the length of your opening as you lean your head back to enjoy what he’s giving you. He eagerly slurps on your juices, lapping on your slit with his hot tongue.

He uses his thumbs to spread your folds that surround your clit, exposing the swollen bud for him to taste. When he gives it a delicate, languid lick, your one hand frantically grips his hair. He takes it up a notch and inserts his middle finger inside .

“Haaa,” you moan out loud which urges him on even more. He pumps his finger inside you, gradually picking up the pace when you start squirming within his hold. 

“Another,” you tell him breathlessly.

“Another what?” He asks cluelessly while his mouth continues ravaging your clit. “Add another finger,” you answer to which he complies immediately. He stretches you even more with the addition of one thick, calloused finger inside.

He looks up at you, parting his mouth away from your pussy to show you his two digits that are half inside you. “Like this?” 

You nod. “Yeah. Like,” He suddenly shoves the two fingers knuckles deep into you. “thathnnnnggg.” You clutch his hair tighter while your mouth gapes at the instant fullness you feel down in your center. His eyes don't leave your face anymore as he latches his mouth back on your hardened clit. 

You’re whining while grinding on his face, getting wetter even as he relentlessly drinks your lewd essence. He loves the look on your face, blissed out and completely lost in the moment. He loves how you keep trying to close your legs together even with his arm not allowing you to do so. He loves the desire glimmering clearly in your eyes as you meet his gaze while he feasts on your pussy. 

He already got aroused the first time you touched him. Seeing you unravel before him gets his cock throbbing painfully within his shorts. He’s so tempted to remove his arm and let you crush him between your thighs so he can palm his cock.

He doesn’t even know if you’d let him go any further than this. What if after you cum you change your mind and ask him to go home? There wouldn’t be anything wrong with that. He’ll just replay the scene before him as he jacks off in his own room. 

His one hand goes inside his shorts and takes out his cock, causing your thigh to waver without his support. He grasps the base of his dick, squeezing it firmly, easily distracting himself with his own pleasure as he moans in your cunt. 

You immediately notice. You see him firmly gripping his member, pumping it steadily up and down with eyes closed as he slows down his ministrations with you. You cup his face, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you again. “Stop fucking yourself. I’ll do it with my mouth after you make me cum.”

He stops like you asked him to. “Really?” His eyes pleading with lust to uphold your erotic promise. “Yeah. So make cum already,” you brazenly order him. He tucks his cock back in his shorts right away, using his arm once again to spread you wide. His mouth, lips, and fingers pick up the pace, thrusting swiftly in and out of your while flicking and sucking at your clit.

“Ooohhh fuck.” You claw on your wooden table from the rapid build up of pleasure. You can feel the heat in your groin, spreading quickly through your body. “Yes, yesss. Don’t stop,” you mindlessly whine. Everything he’s doing is pushing you further to your release - the friction and fullness provided by his fingers and the wild strokes of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly curves his fingers, hitting just the right spot that blurred your vision from how good it feels. 

“Cumming... am cumming, Shoyo!!” You trash helplessly on his face as the pleasure floods your senses, but he doesn’t stop. He only slows down, matching your post-orgasm state as you come down from your high. 

You tug his hair up while panting to catch your breath. “Come here.” He stands up and you reach for the back of his head to cover his mouth with yours, tasting your own fluids in his lips. “Help me get down,” you whisper to him. 

He effortlessly grabs the back of your thighs to get you to stand again. Once your feet reach the floor, you release his lips and drag him to your room. 

Once inside, you lock lips with him again as you scurry towards your bed. You get him to lie down as you straddle him, your wetness rubbing on the bulge of his shorts. You hurriedly remove his clothes, itching to see the delicious muscles you touched only with his shirt on. He helps you as he tugs down his shorts and underwear, his last piece of clothing thrown somewhere on the floor. 

You bite your lower lip as your eyes roam on his body. He should thank beach volleyball for the tan and the jaw-dropping build. Your gaze falls on his naked bulge that you saw a glimpse of earlier. Damn. You weren’t seeing things earlier. He really is packing down there. 

“Is something wrong?” He asks with a worried look, returning your gaze back at him. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s,” Your eyes get distracted with how he gulps, your gaze lingering down again on his gorgeous chest. “..fine.”  

You return the favor, starting on his neck. You plant your arms on his shoulder as you move your hips up, resting your cunt on his toned abs. You deliver soft kisses on the delicate skin of his neck, letting your tongue sneak a few licks as you go down on him until his cock is within the reach of your mouth. 

You position yourself in between his legs as you grip his shaft. His hips lift up from the contact. You watch his reactions as you start to drag your palm around his member up and down. He’s already heaving with lips parted as he takes the pleasure you’re giving him with eyes closed. You find it cute - how he’s this sensitive when you’re barely done anything yet. 

You gather your spit and let it drool at his cock, the translucent liquid glazing the tip down to the base. You trace his length with your index finger, from the tiny slit of his tip down to his balls. You go back up to the head of his cock, but you do it with your tongue instead of your finger. 

You peek at him again. He’s semi sitting up with his elbows on the cushion as he glues his eyes on your tongue on his dick. You grip him again, tighter this time before pressing one digit firmly on his tip. He throws his head back from the pressure and you use that chance to take his thick girth in your mouth

His thighs tremble as he lets out a euphoric moan while you sink lower and lower on his dick. “Your mouth -aahhh so gooood.” 

He really likes you and thinks you’re fun to talk to, but sometimes he’d catch himself fantasizing about you when he gets home and ends up masturbating at the thought of you sucking him off. But his right hand doesn’t even compare to the actual warmth of your lips wrapped around his dick at present.

He keeps his eyes on you, which is a bad idea for him since it’s only quickening the pleasure that was boiling at the pit of his stomach. But he can’t help but stare at you. You look so good, so pretty, with your ass up as you suck him even faster.

He can feel his cum threatening to explode already. He feels so lame, but your mouth just feels so magnificent that he can’t hold it in any further. “Stop, y/n. Please~ aah ahhh gonna cum already.” He doesn’t want you to be disappointed with him, but it’s as if you didn’t hear him. You even go deeper while quickening your pace.

He gives in to it, gripping your hair as the peak of his pleasure takes over. He expects you to pull away, but you continue sucking, letting him shoot his load at the back of your throat. 

You take all of it, swallowing every drop he let out in your mouth. You did hear him say stop, but the lascivious delight on his face contradicted his words. You had to let him finish even if that meant you won’t get to feel how his cock feels inside your already sopping pussy. 

You sit up as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. As for Shoyo, he covers his eyes with his forearm while he pants. You start to get up and head for your drawers when you feel him grab your wrist before you can even leave the bed

“Where are you going?” He asks. 

“To get dressed.”

“But we’re not done yet?”

You appreciate the thought. He really is such a generous guy, but.. “It’s fine, Shoyo. You don’t have to force it. You’re already soft??” Your statement becomes a question when you see his arousal still erect. 

You don’t know whether to be amused or amazed at that, so you end up staring dumbfounded at him who’s still lying on his back.

He grins at you as he sits up straight and goes for your lips. It wasn’t soft and gentle like you expect from someone who just came. He seems even hungrier, more eager for you. 

He guides your hand to his shaft, confirming that he’s hard and ready to continue with what you have in mind. You smile into the kiss, curious and excited as to how he feels inside your pussy. Horny as you are, you throw yourself at him which causes him to lie back down again with you on top of him. 

As your tongues clash against one another, you rub your moist slit against his erection, teasing both yourself and him while doing so. He’s groaning in your mouth while he keeps one hand on the back of your head and the other firmly gripping your waist. “Y/n, can I put in already?” He asks with hazy eyes even though his hand on your waist goes down to his cock and aligns it on your folds.

“Mmm, wait.” You lift yourself off of him and reach for your purse that was hanging on one of the metal bed frames. You quickly get a condom and throw your purse somewhere. You tear the packet and remove his hand from his shaft to unroll the rubber on it while he watches. You take over his previous attempt and position the tip on your entrance. You place a palm on his stomach to anchor yourself as you lower yourself on him. 

He stares at you mesmerized while you wince from how his cock is spreading you open. You ball your fist that was still on his abdomen, trying to get used to the discomfort even if he’s still not fully inside you. He recovers first and glances back on how you’re doing. 

“Shoyo, you’re-ughhh-big,” you tell him with a pained expression. “I- I am?” He asks with pink streak surfacing on his cheeks, flattered from what you said. You nod while sinking lower until you finally cover the last inch, taking him entirely inside you.

He whips his head back on to the pillow with his cock completely sheathed inside the tight warmth of your pussy. He thought your mouth was already marvelous, but the way your walls deliciously envelop his cock is way beyond his wet dreams. 

Your hand joins the other, supporting yourself as you slowly lift your hips up and descend back down with the same agonizing tempo. While you adjust to his size, he keeps his eyes on his cock disappearing each bob of your hip. 

From your pussy, he rakes his eyes up to your naked body glimmering with sweat. You look so beautiful with your eyes shut, gaping lips, and tits bouncing altogether as you speed up. “You look so fucking pretty, y/n.” Your eyes flutter open from the unexpected vulgarity he uttered. It wasn’t like him, but it wasn’t forced either. He regards you with lust swimming in his orbs, the courteous friendship you two have totally erased as of this moment. 

You still for a second before you remove your hands off him and place them on his thighs as you lean back. You spread your thighs and plant the soles of your feet on your bed. You see his eyes widen because of the view. Rather bouncing up and down, you gyrate on his cock. It’s supposed to be a show for him, but with his size, you feel his cock gloriously scrape your insides with the circular movement of your hips. 

“Shit!” You curse before you close your eyes again as you start grinding on him. You don’t start slow this time. You impatiently roll your hips against his, driving his cock deep inside you each plunge. You didn’t think it would get any better than this until you feel his thumb on your neglected cit.

“Oh ffffuuuck.” You can’t even open your eyes anymore while his two fingers replace his thumb and rub the sensitive bud frantically. You could feel the pleasure escalating faster and faster with every salacious thrust of your hip and his every flick of your clit..

“Are you gonna cum, y/n?” You hear him ask. 

“Yesss. Am gonna cuuuuuummmm.” You clutched his legs tighter when your orgasm hits, your vision blurry when you open your eyes as you ride it out. He pulls your panting self to his chest and tenderly caresses your back.

He sweeps your hair behind your ear and whispers. “Did that feel nice?” 

You nod weakly. “Did you cum?” You ask in return. You were so occupied in your own pleasure that you lost awareness of his. He chuckles lowly. “No.”

“Oh..” You lift yourself up a bit to meet his gaze and apologize. 

“Why are you saying sorry? We aren’t done yet.”

What he said as a question earlier became a statement. Something changed in his eyes, a spark of determination that isn’t there earlier.

“Let’s just continue next time, Shoyo. I’m kind of tired,” you explain.

“There’s a next time?!” His eyes shine with enthusiasm which makes you laugh softly.

“Sure. Why not?” You lift your hips up but his hands quickly go down your ass and crash you back down, shoving his dick back in you hard and deep.

“Gaah!” 

“Thanks, y/n. But don’t worry about being tired. I’ll move instead,” he hums on your ear as he spreads your ass cheeks and pummels his cock wildly into your sensitive pussy.

You moan on his neck at the savage pace he starts with. “Shoyo, pleaseee. Sloweer mmmmm.”

“But why?” He whines. You can’t answer with how ferociously he’s rutting against you, his dick consistent with its swift thrusts. “Shit, your pussy feels amazing. So good, fuck.” His crude words of praise fan your pleasure that was rapidly filling your senses again. 

He rams your hips down to meet one sharp thrust. You gasp from how deep his cock went inside you. “Aaah!” 

“Do I make you feel good, y/n?”

You nod weakly as you grind slowly on his cock, desperate to chase your pleasure but too tired from your earlier stunt.

“Please, move,” you whisper with exhaustion.

“Tell me first. I want to hear it,” he demands.

“Too good, Shoyo. Your cock feels too good. So please, fuck me again already,” you shamelessly beg as his cock throbs inside you. 

Instead of granting your plea, he takes his cock out and pulls you to lie underneath him. He parts your legs apart for him and jams his dick right back inside. That’s when he indulges you, thrusting his size in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. 

He leans down on you, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pins both your hands on the bed. “Do you like this, y/n?” 

“I love it. Please please pleaaaaseee. Don’t stop mmmmmm,” you babble messily as your impending orgasm overwhelms you.

He clumsily kisses you, his teeth grazing your lips as slips his tongue in before covering his mouth with yours. He’s groaning relentlessly on your mouth while drilling his dick in your cunt. “You gonna cum?” 

“Yeaass haaa.” Your moans become louder and louder each thrust. “Gonna cum like this? With-ugh-my cock inside you?”

His obscene words make you writhe beneath him. You arch your back from the intense pleasure. He dips down on one nipple and fervidly sucks it. “Gonna c-aahhhhhhh.” You thrash violently beneath him as your hands clench his to ground yourself from the explosive orgasm that he caused.

“Fuck, yes. Cum on my cock, uhhh. Like that. Shit.”

His thrusts become erratic as he goes after his own orgasm while he milks yours. You hazily open your eyes and watch him chase his high with eyes shut and parted lips, animalistic pleasure taking over his features. He delivers one swift thrust and stays completely still, his dick twitching inside you as he cums.

You both pant heavily with him on top of you.

— 

You open the door for him and bid him goodnight. Your legs feel like crap but you don’t want to just drive him away on his own.

“Thanks for tonight, Shoyo.”

You’re not sure what you’re thanking him for, the company or the sex. Maybe both. 

“Um, y/n?” 

“Yeah?”

“Will there really be a next time?” He asks apprehensively, totally different from his demeanor from your last moments in bed. It’s kinda amusing. You didn’t think he had that in him.

“You’ll still help me close up the diner, right?” You ask meaningfully.

He beams at you. “Of course.”

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Locked In - Part 1

a/n: @sunkissed725​, sorry for taking so long with this. it’s been a very hectic year. i’ve decided to upload this in parts going by the days which have passed so there will be a total of about 7 parts. i’ll try to have them all uploaded as soon as i can but hopefully this part will be able to feed your hunger at least a little 😅  

➳ pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader ➳ genre: angst, fluff ➳ warnings: swearing, potentially mature themes ➳ word count: 1.5k ➳ rating: pg-15 ➳ summary: In which you end up locked in with the maknae line for one painstakingly long week. ➳ a/n: as much as I love the idea of spending a whole week with the rap line, I had more ideas for this one so here it is :) ➳ Part 1, Part 2 (coming soon)

Day 1

"What do you mean the door won't open?" You asked upon emerging from your room to the rucks.

"What do you think, y/n? I mean the door won't fucking open." Jungkook rolled his eyes, once again pulling on the door to no avail.

You had shut yourself in your room after having another argument with three of your roommates, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin. The four of you never got along, ever. You were always arguing amongst yourselves to the point that it kept everyone else up. You were currently living in a share-house with seven rowdy boys. Four of whom, you got along with rather well. It was the youngest three, however, that you couldn't stand. Although no one was entirely sure why the four of you never saw eye to eye. What everyone was painfully aware of was how the four of you would find anything and everything to argue about.

After your argument this morning, which was over the three boys always leaving the downstairs bathroom in a complete mess, you locked yourself away to cool down. By lunchtime, the others had gone out and left the four of you alone. Now, it was fine that the others were busy but being left alone with these three was not something you were looking forward to as there was no Namjoon or Yoongi on hazard control. They were always the two who would intervene with your arguments simply because they had had enough. Jin would cook you all some food because that, as he had discovered, was the best way to shut the four of you up, and Hoseok would sit with you and listen as you vented about whatever the other boys had done to piss you off yet again.

Not even an hour had passed before you heard a commotion outside your room, which was on the bottom floor. The three of them were yelling again and you could just about make out that it was over the fact that none of them could open the front door.

"Are you sure it isn't just locked?" You asked, looking for your keys.

You came up empty-handed. There were eight of you living here and not one set of keys was lying in the bowl where you would usually place them.

"Where the fuck are our keys?" You asked, massaging your temples.

"Yeah, Taehyung, where are the keys?" Jungkook accused.

With a huff, Taehyung crossed his arms over his chest, "Why would I hide them? It's not like I want to be stuck in here with you."

"Jimin?" You questioned with your hands on your hips.

"Oh, accusing me now? How do we know it wasn't you?" He snarked.

Your eyes widened in disbelief, "As if I want to be stuck in here with you dipshits."

Your argument was interrupted by the ping of a phone, all four of your phones for that matter. You all gritted your teeth and put your argument on hold to check your phones.

"What the fuck does he mean?" Jungkook snapped.

"Looks like they've finally gotten sick of our arguing." Taehyung stated as he flopped down onto the sofa.

You turned around and began to head back to your room, "They have to come back sometime, they're just messing with us."

It was quiet after that, the four of you successfully avoiding each other while you waited for one of the others to return. As the day progressed, however, it seemed more and more likely that you really were stuck here with each other.

It was dark when you decided to pick up your phone and go to the group chat again.

With that, you jumped out of bed and began to head to the kitchen.

The boys emerged from their rooms one by one as you cooked, their stomachs growling as they followed the smell of food. It wasn't until the last of the three emerged that everything began to go very wrong.

"Are you trying to burn the whole fucking house down?" Jungkook yelled over the smoke alarm that you had just set off.

"Why don't you come and see if you can do better?" You taunted, only to be taken completely off guard when the pan set alight.

All four of you sprung into action, you and Jimin screaming and running about looking for something to do while Taehyung ran to the sink, dampening a large cloth before chucking it over the small fire you had caused.

"Yeah, you're just so great at cooking." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Shut up!"

"Now what are we going to do for dinner? You've completely fucked the bacon." Taehyung commented, prodding the crumbling black remnants of what had been your bacon.

You pushed him aside and began to clean up, "It wasn't your bacon anyway, now get out of my way so I can cook something without burning it this time."

"So now you're blaming us because you set fire to the kitchen? I hate to burst your bubble but we had nothing to do with that, now out of the way." Jungkook scrunched up his face and pushed past you as he took over the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to make us dinner." He stated.

Jimin tilted his head to the side, "All of us?"

"Yes, now shut up and sit down."

The three of you did as you were told and sat in the living room, patiently and silently waiting for whatever Jungkook was cooking for you all. Taehyung pulled his phone out almost instantly, quickly opening a game to pass the time with. Jimin held his grumbling tummy and glanced over at the game Taehyung was playing from time to time and you, well, you just leaned back and closed your eyes. Your head was hurting from all of the yelling that had taken place throughout the course of the day and you just wanted to go to bed but you were also hungry and so, you decided to wait for dinner.

You got about fifteen minutes before the pinging of Taehyung's phone began to rub you up the wrong way, "Could you please turn your fucking sound off."

You had expected another argument but it seemed Taehyung could see the dark aura around you and so, without a word, he obliged and turned his sound down.

It was almost peaceful but you couldn't help to notice that you were still gritting your teeth, still angry at the three of them. The only reason you hadn't moved out was that you needed a place to live and the rent was okay here. You also didn't want to let Hoseok down, he was the one who suggested you move in with them when you told him you were looking for somewhere to stay. For the most part, you supposed, it wasn't so bad. Your bedrooms were off-limits so you only had to deal with the boys when they were in the shared spaces like the living room and the kitchen. You also enjoyed living with the others, it was just these three that you couldn't get along with and believe me, you tried.

Jimin seemed like the most approachable at first. He seemed so lively and bubbly, you know, fun to be around. But it turns out he was only like that with people he liked and you were not one of those people. It all started when you teamed up with Taehyung to prank him and that leads on to why you and Taehyung couldn't get along. You tried to blame the whole thing on him, when it was really all his idea, you just lent a helping hand. The three of you haven't gotten on ever since. As for Jungkook, well, that's a different story. Jungkook just has that kind of personality, one that you just can't get along with. He is cocky, rude and messy. The number of times you have had to tell him to clean up after himself is outrageous. It was like he had no respect for you or anyone else who lived there, he just expected the rest of you to clean up his messes. You assumed his room was as messy as his personality.

"Here." Jungkook shoved a bowl into your hands and quickly turned around to hand the other's theirs.

"Ramen?"

"Yes, y/n. Even an idiot can cook instant ramen." He sighed, sitting down at the table to keep his distance from the three of you.

He was deliberately trying to make you feel worse about burning the bacon earlier, especially when you had declared so certainly that you could cook just fine. Still, you were grateful that he had cooked for the rest of you too, which was something even you were not going to do.

You all ate so quietly that the air around you felt stiff. None of you were looking forward to being stuck here with each other but you still had hopes that the others would come back tomorrow.

[girlofmanyfandoms]

Forbidden Spicy Gatorade Chronicles Chapter One

A/n: Ok, so the cult is getting stronger by the minute so if you haven’t been introduced yet, don’t be offended! I’ll try to go through everyone and introduce you in the next chapter. Erica (@the-never-ending-void) has asked not to be included in this fic.

Key:

Tater - @a-lonely-tatertot 

Lynn - @lesbilynnette

Gray - @silver-snow

Lilah - @tribblemakingalicorn

Cadence - me

Ivy - @imaramennoodle

Molly - @molly-sencen

Farris - @everyonehasthoughts

Speens - @an-absolute-travesty

Holes - @holesinmyfalseconfidence

Connor - @linhammon-roll-bromance101

Panda - @worldwidepandamonium

Meg - @ultralazycreatorfan

Word count: 2,382

Warnings: If you’re reading this, you already know what’s about to pop off

Lilah poked Cadence’s shoulder who promptly rolled over. Lilah poked her several more times, a bit more aggressively. Grumbling Cadence sat up quickly and smacked her head on the top of the bunk bed. She sighed, rubbing her forehead. Her eyes slowly adjusted to her surroundings, taking in the strangely black, purple, and gold aesthetic room.

“Why’d you wake me up?”

“You got a notification,” Lilah said, eyes wide open, handing her the phone, slowly walking out of their shared room.

Cadence furrowed her brows, unlocking the phone before calling out to her roommate. “Wait, how long have you been up?”

“OREOS!” she called back. “Where are the keys?”

“On the kitchen counter,” Cadence replied, checking her emails. 1 unread message from Gray, the AI developer who she made small talk with during lunch breaks.

Dear Cadence,

Good evening! There’s a new play coming out on Mainstreet, called The Facade, and I was approached by the team to create a promotional piece. I was hoping you could help, and we would split the rewards 50/50. The play is about a murder crime, which is plotted out in a series of intricate riddles. The plot twist: the lead detective was the murderer, and had been delaying her trial while she was pretending to gather evidence, and stealing from a suspect to gain enough money to flee. And her second in command was funding the plots without knowing that her boss was the mastermind behind it all.

Ok, now that my boss has read above the cut we can talk freely. The offer is real, and I WOULD like to split it 50/50, I just can’t stand talking all formal, y’know? Anyway, since you said you do animations and stuff as a side gig, I thought maybe you could make the animations, and I’ll edit and do the social networking? Idk, I’m just spitballing here, let me know what you think.

Also, Lilah directed me towards this email, she’s really good at tracking people down.

Sorry if I made any spelling mistakes, I haven’t slept in weeks,

Gray

“Huh,” Cadence huffed, glancing at the clock. 3 AM. She had time. So, grabbing her IPad, she opened Procreate and got to work. The Facade. Sounds interesting enough. But what to draw? A lock perhaps? A silhouette of the main character? Before she could decide, her phone buzzed again, a voice recording this time, from Lilah.

“Hey, so I just ran into two of the actresses from The Facade and they said they want to talk to you about it so you can create a better promotional vid, meet me at the local library, k bye.”

Cadence wished on a shooting star that at least an hour had passed by so the buses would be running. But how wrong she was. It was 3 AM. It was raining. And the library was at least a mile away.

“This should be fun,” she mumbled, grabbing her set of keys, her IPad, and a raincoat before jogging the mile it took to get to the library.

_______

By the time Cadence arrived her hair was drenched and she was so out of breath and tired she thought she was going to pass out. She looked for any sign of her roommate, but she was nowhere to be found. Instead, she saw three people sitting at a table chatting freely and crying laughing. The librarian wasn’t fazed in the slightest. On the contrary, they seemed to be enjoying it, leaning over the library’s registry system, talking with them. Quickly Googling “The Facade,” Cadence confirmed that the two ladies were the actresses from the play. The other one offered occasional comments, mostly just watching the occurrences that went on. Social anxiety kicked in and told her to run in the other direction, but she really needed the money. She forced herself to approach them.

“Hey, I’m Cadence,” I introduce myself nervously. “Lilah said you wanted to speak to me about promoting your play?”

“Cadence! Lilah mentioned your animations, and we thought it’d be a new, eye-catching way to get our work out there,” the first one chirped. “I’m Molly, by the way. I play the detective’s second in command.”

“And I’m Ivy,” the other one greeted. “I play the lead.”

Cadence expected the third person to introduce themself next, but the librarian took the initiative. “Hello, fellow human, you may address me as SPEENS, I accept liver sacrifices.”

“They do that all the time,” the third person assured her. “Tater, by the way. I’m not in the play, I’m just working on a novel with Molly. We met up here to talk to good ‘ol Speens when these bit-”

“Language,” Molly warned.

“When these lovely individuals,” Tater corrected, “decided to make this a research sesh for the book. As if we needed more work. I’m free to fly wherever the wind takes me.”

“Amen to that, sibling,” Speens responded solemnly, pulling five wine glasses and vodka out from under the desk like a bartender. Cadence looked confused, but not against it. “Say, where’s the rest of the crew? Lynn, Gray, Farris, and the lot of them?”

“Farris doesn’t work on the set,” Ivy reminded her. “They’re an archaeologist. Holes makes the sets for us.”

Speens wrinkled their nose, seemingly in disgust. “And the others?”

“Well, if you can take a break, we can meet up with them at the theatre. Even Farris, since I heard their last trip was a bust,” Molly offered.

Without a second thought, Speens put up a sign that read “The Librarian is Out.”

“Do they-”

“All the time,” Ivy nodded. “It’s kinda their thing.”

“But, yeah, Farris and Connor tend to hang around the set,” Molly explained. “They don’t bother anyone, no one bothers them. They’re a bit older, kinda like the authority figures of the group.”

“If authority figures would let you make a dumba-”

“Tater,” Ivy nudged.

Tater changed their wording. “-unwise move in order to see what would happen.”

“They’re responsible for us without being responsible for us, if that makes sense,” Ivy commented. “Let’s get going though, before someone blows something up.” She shot a sideways glance at Speens, who put a hand up in surrender.

________

Ivy swung open the doors to the theatre and immediately had to duck for cover. “What the HELL, Connor?”

They were holding onto some theatre seats, zooming back and forth the row on rollerblades, occasionally losing balance and having to sit down. After a particularly messy turn-around, they decided to crawl over to the red carpeted steps and laid there for a moment. Farris was perched in a seat a row down, calming watching as Connor seemed to be having an existential crisis. Upon seeing Tater and Cadence, Farris got up, carefully stepping around Connor. “New kids?”

“Farris, this is Tater, and that’s Cadence,” Ivy helped. “They’re helping us promote the play.”

“Congratulations, you’re adopted,” they vowed, though Tater looked confused. “What? I don’t make the rules. Oh, wait, I’m supposed to be the responsible one…. Ok, so I make the rules, but they can be bent if the alternative’s interesting enough. Right, Connor?”

“Uh huh,” he called from the floor tiredly. If he hadn’t spoken, he would have been deemed dead.

“Lynn and the rest of the gang are in the back,” Farris informed them, pulling a skateboard from under their seat and helping Connor stand. Connor’s rollerblades flailed a bit as he struggled to get up, but his arm was slung around Farris’s shoulder, supporting him.

“DO A KICKFLIP,” Connor prompted, his words slurred.

“Are you kidding, I haven’t skateboarded since I was six, I need an actual skate park to practice that,” Farris recounted. “And how drunk are you?”

“Yes,” he responded, giggling in a hiccupy way. “Does anyone have more vodka?”

“I got you fam,” Speens said, pulling out a suitcase of alcohol from thin air.

“Anyways,” Ivy interjected, trying to get the conversation back on track. “I’ll go get the others, wait here.”

Ivy returned with Gray, Lynn, Holes, Panda, and Meg, and introduced them accordingly. “Gray works on the special effects, Lynn designed everyone’s costumes, Holes makes the set, Panda is a theatre critic, and Meg is our concept artist.”

“So, other than animation, is there anything else you bring to the table?” Molly asked.

“Well, I do glass art,” Cadence supplied. “It’s probably not relevant, but when it’s still really hot and glowy, which is when you can shape it, it looks like it would make a good snack. Hell, it almost looks like Gatorade. I can show a picture if you’d like.”

Cadence took her phone out and everyone crowded around to see.

“More like Powerade, Gatorade doesn’t come in that kind of blue,” Speens added.

“F O R B I D D E N S P I C Y G A T O R A D E,” Connor yelled, startling Farris.

“NO,” Holes countered, clearly distressed. “Do NOT drink molten glass. You’d die!”

“You call it death, I call it adventure,” Molly smirked. “I’m here for it. C’mon Holes, live a little.”

“Sis, how have you made it to adulthood thinking like that?” Lynn questioned, looking a bit scared.

“And I know how to live, I’m living right now!” Holes countered.

“Sure you are, nerd.” Molly rolled her eyes. “And how many near death experiences have you had, huh?”

“Near death- okay, first of all, I am not a nerd-”

“You kinda are,” Tater mumbled. Holes gasped, putting a hand over her heart as if they were betrayed. “What? You are. You make a living off of reading books.”

“Used to, friend,” Holes clarified. “I’m a freelance artist now. I picked up this gig because of these fools. And good thing too, because now you’re about to poison yourselves! Second of all, um, none?! How many have you had?”

Molly clicked her tongue in disappointment. “Five. Blended corn, acorns, eating soap, eating paper, and an intense game of dodgeball. I haven’t even peaked with these experiences yet.”

“Immortal until proven mortal,” Connor finished for her.

Meg stood next to Molly and held her shoulders. “This girl, she’s going places.”

“Meg, not you, too, I swear to god-”

“sLuRp,” Ivy joined in, grinning from ear to ear.

Holes was getting hysterical. “What the actual hell is going on? Lynn, help me out here.”

“The Gatorade is Forbidden for a reason, kids,” Lynn tried to reason.

Gray stood up with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “Where can we get it?”

“From the crunchy forbidden chocolate powder, of course,” Connor chimed in. Panda gave him a high-five while Holes became paler and paler from the cult forming in front of their eyes.

“This one speaks the truth,” Panda shrugged.

“Ok, what even is crunchy forbidden chocolate powder?”

“Sand, duh,” Connor said matter of factly. “Add some vodka, a martini, and some olives, and you got one heck of a slushie.”

“So that means there must be Forbidden Chewy Lettuce and Flavoured Forbidden Chewy Lettuce,” Tater went on. “Grass and flower petals. Cursed, but not wrong.”

“Ooh, and crackle air can be limestones and sodium carbonate, pies are dirt, bread is wood, and hard candy is metal,” Panda proclaimed.

“Fidget spinners are Forbidden Bagels, too,” Connor helped. “I should know, I tried the other day and cut my lip.”

Farris ignored the last part of Connor’s rant. “The variety pack, I like the sound of that.”

“Farris you’re supposed to look after us and you’re condoning this?!” Holes shouted.

Farris mounted his skateboard. “I’m not condoning anything. I’m enabling and hyping them up without joining in. That’s some big brain stuff.”

“This is why they control the brain cell,” Ivy nodded. “WAIT, ARE MY CHICKEN NUGGETS BURNING?!”

“Ives, you literally set a timer on the microwave backstage, you’re fine,” Tater reassured Ivy, holding her from running to check on her meal.

“Oh, like you know anything about microwaves,” Ivy argued. “You microwave ice cream.”

“It takes too long to soften, and I’m impatient,” Tater defended, turning to address Holes. “And it is eaten with a spoon.”

“Do not start this debate again- you know what, Panda, get ice cream from the mini-fridge, we’re settling this here and now,” Holes demanded.

“I think the real question is why is ice cream so hard,” Speens mentioned as Panda brought a tub of Haagen Daz ice cream. Holes used a fork to attempt to chisel out part of the snack. It wasn’t very successful.

“I think that’s just how Haagen Daz works,” Cadence observed.

Holes saw this as an opportunity to gain some momentum in the argument. “Not just this brand! All ice cream works like that!!!”

“No,” Panda objected. “Not Breyer’s. That stuff is always just right when you need it. Hashtag not sponsored.”

“Did you just break the fourth wall?” Lynn asked. “You know what, I don’t wanna know, just for the love of all that is good in this world please don’t drink the Forbidden Spicy Gatorade.”

“Too late,” Cadence said. “It’s easily accessible. Also, I’m calling E so we can recruit her.”

“Holes, I know you’re hiding it from us,” Molly speculated.

“What are you talking-”

“You’re keeping the Forbidden Spicy Gatorade all to yourself because you know of its power and you want it all to yourself.”

“I don’t HAVE the Gatorade, and I’m explicitly telling you it’s going to kill you if you drink it!”

As the bickering went on, Lynn slipped off to the vacant staff lounge to pull out her phone. There had to be a supplier somewhere who would give them this. She searched for a few minutes, and, after a few dead ends, she finally found an investor. “Cha-ching. Forbidden Incorporated is in business,” Lynn smiled to herself.

“Forbidden Incorporated, eh?” Farris asked from the doorway. Lynn froze and cursed herself for forgetting to lock the door. Now Farris knew of her plans. “Tell you what, I’ll keep your secret under one condition: We split the money 50/50, and get equal control over the decisions. So, deal?”

Lynn hesitated. She wasn’t sure she could trust Farris, but seeing as this was the only way to stop Holes from knowing just yet, she had no other choice. “Deal.”

_______

A/n: So that was fun and took entirely too long to write. I hope you enjoyed it and if you’re in the cult and I didn’t include you, reblog this and I’ll make a list. The next chapter might focus on a smaller group bc there are like thirteen characters here and I’m tired. Peace out!

[mythrilhusk]

Our World - Chapter One

Technoblade-centric; obligatory Greek Pantheon/The Office AU, No shipping, Not RPF

2.4k words, slightly funny (maybe?), AO3 Link, 

Features ND/Schizophrenic!Technoblade  - (Written by myself, an actually schizophrenic/neurodivergent person... Neurotypicals/Non-psychotics should not attempt this.) 

CW: Intrusive thoughts/visions/urges, auditory hallucinations

Elysium's smallest company branch rests unobtrusively in the town Oneiros, buried in some backwoods county. Technoblade reads through the list of employees once more as his taxi weaves through a mountain pass. His equipment sits on the seat beside him, while the rest of his luggage bounces in the trunk. 

Elysium's CFO, some guy named Eret, hired Techno on the spot when he came to the interview. Seemed kinda desperate, but eh, so was Technoblade. 

H's not entirely sure why they would only hire one guy to do this job. Eh, work is work, and they sure pay well enough. They're providing an apartment, too. An actual roof over his head will be nice, for however long Techno can keep the job. He bets a week, tops. 

The narrow road crests over the top of the mountain, revealing the town beneath sprawling in the valley. The Elysium office building juts out of the south side of the town, an ugly block of concrete and glass. Technoblade wrinkles his nose in disdain, silently agreeing with chat as they mock the displeasing aesthetics.  

When his taxi pulls up into the parking lot, Technoblade piles his luggage and equipment on the sidewalk before paying the driver. He adds a tip, too, though he can barely afford even that much. The driver's pale cheeks stretch in a nervous smile as he clutches the money; he's too afraid to protest the miniscule tip. Techno doesn't make an effort to smile back, too busy ignoring visions featuring the bloody crunch of the man's neck between his thirsty teeth. 

The taxi peels away, leaving Technoblade alone in the chilly mountain air. With ringing ears and a heavy huff, Techno gathers his stuff and heads into the building. 

The receptionist plays on his phone, ignoring Technoblade even when he raps his knuckles atop the boy's shaggy brown hair. "Tubbo," He grunts, recalling the appearance from the employee list. 

Tubbo starts, staring up at Techno with wary intensity, like a tiger cub encountering a wild boar for the first time. Techno smiles wryly at the boy, who must still be younger than eighteen. Chat clamors for blood, urging him with the weight of his knife, but Technoblade doesn't entertain them. 

"Technoblade." Tubbo regains his composure and holds out a hand. "I'm so glad you're finally here, big man, we've been waiting." 

"Why the rush?" Technoblade snorts, ignoring the proffered handshake. Physical contact irritates him. 

Tubbo drops his hand. "We just really like documentaries about ourselves, yeah?" 

"K." It's not his place to question a gig, although chat goes wild with suspicion. "Where am I staying?" 

"Oh, right, you'll be staying with Philza. Heh, try not to piss him off. Or do, it'll be funny." Tubbo waves to the rest of the wide room. "Phil! Your roommate's here!" 

"Fuck off, mate, I told you bastards, I don't want a fucking roommate." Techno recognizes the man who speaks as the dude in charge of customer relations: Philza. His golden hair glints with hints of fire, setting off his blue eyes, as merciless as the stars. 

Chat froths, raging for blood, blood, blood, but Techno mentally bats them away. "K, welp, I was promised boardin' with this gig. I don't really care where; just get me a place to stay." Technoblade shrugs, baring his teeth in a smile that's just south of friendly. 

Philza smiles too, showing off his fangs. Tubbo holds up his hands, saying, "Woah, woah, here. Phil, it's your turn. It's not gonna last long, anyway." 

"Heh? Turn?" Technoblade chuffs, even as the cacophony that is chat hisses, technodead, technodead, lmao, RIP- Shut up, chat, we are not dead yet. 

Philza's grin widens maliciously. "Oh, did Eret not tell you?" 

"That dude told me the bare minimum, man, I dunno, I dunno what you expected." 

"You're not the first film crew he's hired," Tubbo says with a faux apologetic shrug. Before Technoblade can protest the use of crew to describe one man, Tubbo continues with the barest hint of a smirk. "But the other ones died, just like you will." 

Technodead, technodead, EEEEEE, RIP, RIP, F, EEE, lmaooo, F, rainbowchat- "Get outta here," Techno drawls, narrowing his eyes. Not for the first time, he wishes chat had a physical embodiment he could punt. "Technoblade never dies." 

"We'll see," Philza muses, his eyes twinkling with the apathetic amusement of an ancient god toying with mortals. Hazing, that's all this is. Phil hands Technoblade a business card. "Don't be late." 

Techno scans the card, appreciating the flaming torch insignia etched into the bronze-inked paper. Ares, god of war... Chat hisses the allusion, seeming in awe of this man who has taken a god's symbol. Techno flips it over to find the address, and then raises an eyebrow at Phil. "What time?" 

Philza picks up a stack of papers from the massive copy-printer and strides back to his desk. "Before evenfall." 

Welp, that's that interaction over with. Technoblade notes how all the other office workers are studiously ignoring him. He turns to Tubbo. "Where's the boss?" 

Tubbo puffs out his cheeks and crosses his arms, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Are you, are you going to complain to our manager, mister?" 

"Yeah," Technoblade plays along. "I'm giving you a three star review." 

"Oh, that's not bad." 

"Out of ten." 

Tubbo's visage darkens, and Techno gets an uneasy feeling like a hurricane is about to hit. The feeling passes, though, as Tubbo pouts. "I deserve more than that, man! Give me six stars, at least!" 

"Tell ya what, if you show me where the regional manager's office is, I'll raise my review to seven stars." 

"Done!" Tubbo cries, and points to an inconspicuous pair of doors on the other end of the room. "One leads to Manager Puffy, the other leads to Manager Schlatt. Choose wisely, good sir." 

Techno hums approvingly, then draws out his pad of stickers from his coat pocket. Tubbo's eyes widen and he gasps, bouncing excitedly as Techno sticks a sparkly gold star to his forehead. "Good work, nerd." 

Tubbo just stammers, plopping back into his chair with a blissful expression. Heh. Stickers work every time. Chat begs for stickers of their own, beg to be called nerds, beg for even a little taste of blood, but they don't deserve any rewards after being so bad all day. 

Techno strides over to the managers' office doors. Each has a whiteboard on the front, with various scribbles over them. One has a fluffy sheep, and says in swirly script, //The captain is IN//. The other has various dicks doodled on it, and the only word written is, //Candice//. Chat breaks down in immature giggles. Technoblade opts for the former. 

He knocks politely. A woman's voice replies, "Enter." 

Opening the door, Technoblade scans the room. There's a full bookshelf covering one wall, and a low bureau across the opposite. A bay window sheds light across the manager's desk, tinted by the grey-green curtains. 

A woman rises from her chair, her expression hidden by the sunlight behind her. Her waves of hair-- half brown and half silver-- sparkle with the dewdrop diamonds haphazardly woven in. 

"District Manager Puffy?" Technoblade bobs his head to her. 

"Call me Captain Puffy," Puffy replies, and her teeth glint in a wild smile as she tosses her head. "You're the new film crew Eret hired?" 

"Uhh, apparently." Technoblade appreciates that she doesn't hold out her hand to greet him. "He never specified what kind of film he wanted, though, so-" 

"Don't worry about that," Puffy tuts, "I'll give you instructions when you're settled in." 

"K." Technoblade can respect this kind of person. Chat has been subdued and pouting for the past few minutes by his refusal to give them any sort of attention. He takes mercy on them and stares at the model ships on the bureau, letting them coo over the complexity and aesthetic. 

"Uh, Mister Blade?" Puffy's voice intrudes on his appreciation of the ships. 

"Just Techno is fine." Techno refuses to look away from the ships, since they're keeping chat happy for the moment. 

"You'll be assigned a desk tomorrow, and you'll be given tasks around the office to, to acclimate and get to know your coworkers. Later, you can start filming random candid moments. We want a sort of documentary detailing our office lifestyle." Puffy hands a paper flyer to Techno. 

Glancing through it, Techno frowns. "What exactly does Elysium sell?" 

"We need a better PR team, which is why we've hired you. Elysium strives for the betterment of lives and the strengthening of minds." Puffy completely fails to answer the question. Chat calls her a sussy baahka, and Techno shoots a pointed glare at the bookshelves. He's definitely not giving chat any stickers tonight. 

Puffy seems ready to dismiss him, so Techno bobs his head once more to her and opens the door. A strange noise, like the crashing of waves against a rocky shore, resonates through the air, halting him. Her eyes snap wide, glittering with something cold and unforgiving, yet somehow comforting and protective. "Pray to your god for mercy and it shall be given." 

Technoblade chuckles, smothering the fire lit behind his eyes. "I'm kinda an atheist, Brizo; if there are any gods out there, they'll be begging me for mercy." He realizes too late that his extensive knowledge of the ancient Greek religion has escaped his tongue. Chat screams with excitement as they put together the allusions to the referenced spirit, Brizo, patron of sailors and prophecy. What a bunch of nerds. 

Captain Puffy stares at him, her smile twinkling: sun rays piercing through storm clouds. "Of course, Hades." 

Technoblade smiles back at the retort-- he's always been partial to the god of wealth-- and he bobs his head in deference to her once more. Any fellow partaker of old stories easily gets put in his good book. Puffy bows back, and Technoblade takes that as his cue to leave. He closes the door behind him.  

Spotting the break room, Techno makes his way towards it, weaving through the desks. He pulls out his last, wrinkly dollar and slips it into the vending machine, then selects one of the bags of cookies. Sitting down with it, he inspects the coworker who's followed him in. "Tommy, right?" 

The youth-- the sole employee in HR-- scowls, his ocean-blue eyes narrowing with scorn. "Who the fuck do you think you are, Technoblade??" 

"Heh?" The teen's aggressive tone sets him on edge: hands itching and teeth aching and eyes burning for blood, blood, blood- no. No more of that. "Tommy, I just, I just got here? What are you upset at me for?" 

"I'm just askin', Techno. Who do you think you are?" Tommy juts his chin out challengingly. "There can only be one boss man here." 

"You wanna be the boss?" Technoblade rips open the bag of cookies. 

"Well, obviously." 

"Best me in single combat and we'll see." Technoblade is only jesting, of course. Even if the kid agreed to the fight, it would be unfair. 

"Yes! Meet me in the parking lot in thirty minutes, idiot, and I'll fuckin' wipe the pavement with your ugly face!!" Tommy whoops and skips out of the break room before Techno can explain he was only joking. 

Great. He's going to be fired for challenging a coworker to a fight, now. This will officially become the shortest job he's ever held, beating his last record by three hours. Technoblade munches his cookies and refuses to listen to chat as they bully him for making such a mess of his last chance. 

When he's finished his cookies, Technoblade goes down to the parking lot, figuring that if he's going to be fired, he'd better do it in style. 

Tommy waits for him, the breeze whipping through his blond hair. "No weapons, no magic, just me an' you, Technoblade." 

"K." Technoblade shrugs, not seeing any point to telling the teen that magic doesn't actually exist. It was probably a sort of ironic joke, anyway. 

Tubbo stands on the sidewalk, cheering for Tommy. Another teen leans on the wall behind Tubbo, seeming paler than should really be healthy, with a mop of black hair covering their ears. 

"En garde!" Tommy cries and leaps to punch Techno.

Swaying to avoid the blow, Techno jabs Tommy in the gut with his knuckles. The youth staggers back, face distorted in pain. Technoblade remains relaxed, raising his hands. "Feel free to back out any time." 

"Fuck you!" Tommy roars and charges, fists flailing. The picture of waves recklessly dashing themselves against an implacable cliff comes to mind. 

Technoblade deflects the first fist and takes the wrist of the followup, twisting his arm behind his back. Tommy shrieks in rage and attempts to rip his arm away. Techno releases him and steps forward. "Sorry, but you ain't winnin' this." 

"I will fucking end you!" Tommy once more flies into the fray. 

Technoblade decides to go slightly harder on him. He sends Tommy stumbling with a single smack to his shoulder. When Tommy tries to flail fists at him again, Techno trips the boy. Tommy's back slams into the pavement, air whoofing out of his lungs. 

"Y-you fuckin'-" Tommy wheezes for air. "I will not lose to you-" 

"Looks like it's too late for that," Technoblade chuffs, watching the boy as he struggles to his feet. 

Tommy sneers at him. "I, I'm feeling fuckin' merciful today. I won't kill you this time." 

"I suppose I can return the favor." Technoblade smirks. He turns his back on Tommy to rub in how little of a threat the teen is. Not that Tommy will understand the gesture, but it boosts Techno's ego and makes chat jeer. 

Tubbo and the other youth, a sales rep by the name of Ranboo, stride over. "That was sick!" Ranboo cries, eyes aflame with hero-worship as he stares at Technoblade. 

Tubbo smiles implacably as he pulls Tommy to his feet. "Win next time, big guy. I lost five dollars to Ranboo on that." 

"Fuck you, Ranboo," Tommy snarls, clinging to Tubbo's arm even as he's standing. "Bet on me, next time!" 

"But you lost! I think that's pretty funny." Ranboo glances back up at the windows of the office. Several pairs of eyes seem to be peering down. Great. An audience to Technoblade's last few moments of employment. 

Tommy grumbles as he storms to the doors, "I'll fucking beat you next time, Techno, see if I don't!" 

The phrasing seems odd, in that it implies Technoblade isn't about to be fired for beating up his teenage coworker. 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #375

“why do i see her, the never-ending night  /  why do i see her, wearing nothing but the dark?”

Who’s one person who changed how you viewed something? I hold Rhett & Link responsible for "curing" my homophobia. I went through a phase where I shipped them like CRAZY, and they're still my "OTP," and it really made me question why I had such a disgusting belief. The switch was officially flipped when listening to their podcast with Hannah Hart, who discussed growing up as a lesbian surrounded by homophobia. Let me tell you, it felt fucking good to let that repulsive belief go. It was my former religion that tied me to it, but it could no longer be an excuse to me, even when I stayed Christian a while longer. And here I am now as a bisexual woman who wants to deck younger me dead in the face. :') Were you ever scared of driving? What scared you about it? I am TERRIFIED of driving. I'm most scared of getting in a wreck and killing somebody, something I would never. Ever. Ever. Forgive myself for. I'm also petrified of, once again, getting in a wreck and I wind up paralyzed from the neck down. The most memorable time that you skipped school, what did you do? Nothing very exciting. What was the last topic you did thorough research on? Why? Toxic masculinity for an essay in college. What is a dish you absolutely love, but hate to prepare yourself? I don't cook, so. Of the many different American accents, which one is your favorite? New York. Is there anything hanging from the doorknob in your room? No. Why did you move to where you’re living now? Because we had to get out of our former house because the growing mold problem was a health hazard (especially for Mom, given her then-recent cancer diagnosis), and our family friend newly owned this house as a part of the former resident's will. Said resident knew Mom as well and the house problems, so she wanted Tobey to help us into this house anyway. What’s your opinion on wearing pajamas in public? Do you yourself do that? I literally couldn't care less. I do it a lot. Do you usually fill up at the same gas station? No; Mom just pays attention to the price. Are you currently looking for a new job? No. I don't plan to until I'm done with TMS therapy. Are any of your relatives musicians? No. Have you ever had an asthma attack? Thank goodness no. My mom has asthma and I have seen her have an attack, so I know they're terrifying. Have you ever been in a hospital and not felt safe? There was one occasion during a psych hospital stay that my roommate had WILD anger issues. She would explode out of seemingly NOWHERE, to the point once or twice she had to be put in solitary because she would literally scream and damage shit, like throwing tables and such. She scared the piss out of me to the point I finally plucked up the courage to tell the nurses that I needed a different room. What’s the highest fever you’ve ever had? I don't remember. Have you ever been hospitalized for a day or more? At psych hospitals. I think my shortest visit was just shy of a week. Have you ever had surgery? Two. Are you lonely? I'm admittedly very lonely. Are you mad at someone right now? No. Do you eat late at night? I sometimes need a small midnight or so snack because I cannoooooooot sleep when my stomach is growling. If I'm in basically any sort of discomfort, I have extreme trouble sleeping. Who do you miss? A lot of people. I miss Jason, Megan, Mini, Hannia, Emily, Journee... I don't feel like dwelling on those I've lost. Who do you admire most? Mark. If you could transform into any animal what would it be and why? Maybe a cat. Quick, agile, stealthy, majestic, well-equipped to defend itself... sounds pretty good. Are you more artistic or mathematical? Definitely more artistic. Which supermarket do you usually shop at? Wal-Mart. When was the last time you went to McDonald’s? I'm not sure, but it's been a while. Maybe around a month. What was the last chocolate bar you ate? I believe I had a 3 Musketeers because I was really craving one. Who was the last person you talked to on Skype/video chat? The woman who was doing my evaluation to determine if I was a good fit for TMS therapy. Can you remember the first time you ever talked to the person you love/like? Does he/she remember? I think I might have a vague idea, but I don't really remember. Would you be able to have a relationship with someone you didn’t find attractive, if they had a nice personality and treated you well? Yep. It sounds cheesy, but I do mean it when I say a beautiful inside blossoms into the body itself for me personally. Does the last person you kissed have brown eyes? Yes. Have you ever really liked someone to begin with, then changed your mind about them? I guess you could say Girt, because I had a pretty big crush on him when I started HS. We were just friends for way too long that when we finally dated years upon years later, it felt much too weird. He really was my "brother from another mother" by that point. Has anyone ever told you that they wanted to spend the rest of their life with you? Aaaaand he left. :^) If you decided to dye your hair, would you choose to go lighter or darker? Lighter. I want to dye my hair pastel colors so very badly. Do you know what the Enneagram is and if so, what’s your type? INFP. Do you listen to Mayday Parade? I only know "Terrible Things," which I positively adore. Do you have trouble falling asleep at night? I have an extremely hard time sleeping at night. It's honestly one reason I sometimes sleep so much during the day. Are you on a laptop, desktop or phone/iPod? A laptop. Have you ever been so angry that you screamed out of nowhere? I've screamed into a pillow. What’s the longest movie you’ve ever watched? I dunno, maybe over three hours? What was the last thing you watched on Netflix or Hulu? I have no clue. What do you think about your current relationship status? I mean I miss being in love and having someone who sees a future with me, but I know in the deepest part of me that it's wiser that I stay single until I figure some things out. Of most concern, I don't have a job or even a confident sign I'll have one soon, I'm not in school headed for a career, I don't drive, I don't cook... I'm a liability, financially and in other ways. It wouldn't be fair to my partner or even myself to go into a relationship with a heavy risk of heartbreak because I'm taking too long to get to where I want to be. I'm 25 now - if/when I get into a relationship, I want forever, and I'm not wasting time on anyone for almost inevitable failure as romantic partners. I want to AT LEAST have a steady job before I enter another relationship. How many people have you kissed? Three or four. Do you go out on dates? I have no one to go on a date with. Do you kiss on the first date? I never have and probably wouldn't, but I guess if things went very well and I was really into the person, maybe I would. What’s the farthest you’ve gone with someone? Doing to do. Would you rather receive a stuffed animal, flowers, or chocolate? I'd really appreciate any. I think flowers are sorta overrated though honestly, like someone ripped some healthy flowers from their roots and doomed them to a quickly-approaching death, but society still has a part of me thinking "oh that's sweet." I think more than anything, I'd be crazy over a meerkat plushy. Or would expensive jewelry just be fine? You really don't have to do that for me; I don't really wear much jewelry at all anyway. Odds are you'd be wasting your money. What’s the cheesiest romantic gift you’ve ever received? I don't know. Do you like romantic poetry? Yessssssssss. Have you ever been rickrolled? I'm unsure. Do you like bologna? Yeah. It was my favorite lunch meat as a kid. Have you ever had a nose bleed? Yes. Have you ever puked on a fair ride before? No, because I don't go on rides that generally induce that sort of risk. What animals have you ridden? Just ponies. What is your parents' idea of grounding you? Taking away my access to the computer. Dragons or unicorns? Dragons! Do you wish vampires existed? Uh, no. At the moment what is your favorite song? I'm going through another phase of really digging "Castle of Glass" by Linkin Park. Have you ever been pantsed? No. What is your favorite magazine? I don’t read any. Did you ever like Barbies? Do you currently like Barbies? I never really was, I just played with them when my little sister wanted to. I was more into playing with my dinosaurs and Pokemon and stuff. I'm not into them now, either. What’s your favorite hit song right now? I don't know what songs are "hits" right now. What’s your favorite element? (fire, water, air) Fire, aesthetically. Have you ever been to a wild party? Nah. Do you put on a robe when it’s cold? I don't own a robe. Is the last person you kissed gay? She's demisexual. What breed was the last dog you saw? She's some sort of hound mix. We think there might be dalmatian in her, too. What type of day are you having? It's been all right. I'm just REALLY not feeling this damn heat. Driving an hour and back to the TMS office in a car that has no A/C is agony. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? It's been pierced multiple times, and I want to do it again, but this time with a nostril hoop versus a stud so the goddamn thing stays in. Do you prefer warm or cold weather? I have an incredibly strong preference for cold weather. Fuck the heat. Like just 70*F is "too hot" to me. Who was the last person you talked to in person? My mom. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? No. Do you like rain? Yes, but I don't like being caught out in it. I just like looking at and listening to it. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them? Yep. Do you like to cuddle? If I really like you and it's not too hot, yeah. Are you shy? I'm excruciatingly shy. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you? Hunny, I'd do that for free. Which do you like better- zebra print or leopard print? I'm not really a fan of either particular pattern on anything but the animal. Do you have any stickers on your car? I don't have my own car, but Mom has one that allows her to park in her old school's parking lot. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? No. My sister Misty, tho

[anotherbeingsworld]

Paris in the rain.

Pairing: Bryce x F!MC (Casey Valentine)

Book: Open Heart

Word Count: 2362 

Warnings: FLUFF. 💕😉

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry. I do not own anything, except for the storyline. 

A/N: Hi! This is officially my third fic that I will be posting, AHH! I feel giddy right now typing this, and its a compilations of more than a dozen of emotions in my head!! This story was inspired by Lauv’s song called ‘Paris in the rain’ and boom, this story happen! Its mostly fluff, and sometimes our life needs a lil fluff right? 🙈 I apologize in advance if there is any mistakes since English is not my first language 😅  Alsoo, I want to give a huge thanks to @maria-soederberg for checking all my mistakes and helping me with the story! GO CHECK OUT HER STORIES, SHE WROTE A LOT OF AMAZING STORIES ! <3 To end this, I hope you all enjoy this story! READ AWAYYY. 😊 

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PS: CHECK OUT ALL THEIR AMAZING STORIES AS WELL! 

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Paris in the rain. 

The voices around Casey are fading away into the background as her thoughts start to wander towards a certain surgeon who is 3346 miles away.Casey is currently at a prestigious medical conference in the city of lights, also known as the city of love. She was invited to share her latest insights regarding the medical world.

But Casey feels her concentration leaving and her mind continuing going back to their last moment back in Boston. They had a heated argument about something useless, such as ‘Bryce leaving his dirty socks on the floor, or walking with his shoes through the apartment, not cleaning the dishes just as Casey asked him to.’ Those arguments were useless, yet one argument led to another one. And Bryce snapped at her which shocked Casey. He never had snapped before. Then he even started to point out Casey’s biggest insecurities. He knows it was wrong but he said it, and couldn’t undo it. It was all so pointless at the end that she wishes she could undo all these small arguments that led to this one big one.

It is her second and her final day in the city of love; France. Yet, Casey wasn’t able to enjoy it. Paris has always been on top of her bucket list, therefore shouldn’t she be here and enjoy it? But she can’t, because it is not how she imagined the trip to Paris.

“Dr. Valentine, do you have anything to add before we end the conference?” Dr Lanchester’s voice rings from the microphone.  His voice brings Casey back to reality. She puts up a smile that does not reach her eyes as she shakes her head. Dr Lanchester nods before giving a farewell speech to all the doctors that joined the medical conference.

Suddenly Casey feels someone placing their hands on her shoulder, she glances at her colleague, Dr Lindsay Russell who is a doctor invited from the UK to give an insight regarding the medical world in her country.

“Are you okay, C? You seem a bit zoned out in the end there.” She asks as the other doctors starts to exit the room.

“I know, I just have problems at home y’know.” She states as they both start to make their way to the exits as well.

“Let me guess, boy problems?” Lindsay smiles gently.

“Ding, ding, ding . Give the girl a prize.” Casey lets out a small laugh as they walk side by side enjoying every second of the foreign air that shows them that they are far from home especially in Casey’s case.

“I know this won’t solve the problem, but I think we should enjoy our final night here. It’s a rare occasion where the hospital sent us miles away from home.” Lindsay states with an enthusiastic smile plastered on her face.

“Alright, but under one condition.” Casey lets out a mischievous laugh making Lindsay feeling terrified. Lindsay wonders what the condition could be.

“Don’t leave me in suspense, C!” Lindsay shouts, laughing.

“You need to buy me the biggest croissant one can ever find!” Casey beams at Lindsay who lets out a laugh.

Lindsay nods and responds, “You have my word, now c’mon! Let’s explore the medical convention for now, before we continue with our adventure tonight.” She states. Not long after Lindsay suggesting this, Casey is pulled on her arm towards the various parts of the annual medicine convention.

After three hours of exploring, Casey and Lindsay says their goodbyes to get themselves cleaned up for the evening. Despite the excitement of discovering the City of lights, Casey feels a pang of sadness as the thought of Bryce starts to fill her mind again. Before their fight, they talked about how amazing their trip to Paris would be. They would hold hands while walking alongside the Seine, they would share kisses in front of the Eiffel Tower or even at the top of it. As criminal as that might be, they would even sneak out some of the little soaps from the hotel room because they smell so good and also look great. And of course, they cannot forget to eat all the chocolate they would find in Paris. It all seemed so perfect, but at the end it was too good to be true.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost missed the notification on her phone. It was a text from her roommates, she smiles thinking about her friends who had been nice enough to take her back in after the fight with Bryce. Casey looks at their group chat and the different messages of her friends.

Sienna: Casey, have fun! We can’t wait for you to be back, Edenbrook is so quiet without you. :(

Elijah: Hit me up with all the goodies from the conventions Cas! You’re the bomb!

Jackie: Don’t forget to enjoy all the expensive booze as you spend your time around snotty doctors Cas! ;)

Aurora: She ain’t wrong, see ya soon!

She smiles at  the texts, but looking at those messages make her eyes wander to a particular name in her messages. They hadn’t been texting since the ‘fight’. She wants to tell him how much she wants to be in his arms, how she wants to make all those fantasies come true. But she can’t do it. She lets out a sigh, as she continues to get ready for the night out with Lindsay.

Meanwhile, at a motel not so far away. Bryce Lahela is adjusting his tie.Bryce struggles as he  tries to look his best, he is aware that people think he looks good in everything. But today, he wanted to look even better. It is for a special occasion after all.

In the meantime, he facetimes Elijah as he guides him through a tie tutorial. “Almost there, and… done!” Bryce lets out a scream as he successfully managed to tie a tie. Although, he is from a wealthy family which required him to dress up like some stuck up corporate workers, he never made an effort to dress up. It made his parents mad all the time, yet he never really cared what they think. He had lived all his life with casual attire and it’s pretty comfortable.

His phone lets out a ping as a message pop up over their video call.

Linsday: I already told her about tonight, you better not screw up, Lahela!

Bryce: Thank you, I owe you one. And, don’t worry I won’t.

Linsday: I will believe it when I see it, let me know when it’s time.

Bryce: Gotcha.

Bryce takes a deep breath, Elijah looks at him through the phone, noticing how nervous he gets. Soon, Elijah is joined by Sienna and Jackie who instantly whistles at him.

“You clean up good, meathead.” Jackie shouts from the other side of the phone while Sienna gives an approving nod.

“Thanks, Jackie, I am doing everything I can to fix this.” Bryce lets out a sigh. “I can’t lose her, she  means a lot to me. And, I don’t want to be away from her anymore. I-“

Before Bryce can continue, Elijah’s voice fades into the background. He looks at his phone and sees their call got disconnected as his phone lets out a ping once more.

Elijah: Sorry about that buddy, Jackie immediately hung up before you start one of those sappy  monologues. All of us are rooting for you, get em tiger!

Bryce lets out a small laugh before heading out the door, with a high amount of determination to fix it. Both of them were at fault for their fight, Bryce feels himself getting anxious and the fear of losing her resurfaces even though deep down he knows that she loves him.

 Casey always felt like she is not good enough for him. No matter how many times he had tried to assured her that she is the most beautiful woman in the world. Bryce made this one mistake and pointed that out in their fight leads to Casey walking away from him, and a quiet night for Bryce. The next day, he wanted to clear the air between them but Casey unfortunately had left for Paris, without a goodbye.

 Casey feels herself enjoying the perks of being a foreigner, living her best life in Paris despite the small pain in her chest. The night went on and she even got the chance to enjoy her croissant which was promised by Lindsay. They managed to go café hopping, and doing everything she desired.

 As the night continues, Lindsay lets out a small yawn. Casey’s head perks up at the sudden reaction. “Tired already?”

 Lindsay nods, as she stretches her arms making Casey laugh with her antics. “I think I am going to hit the hay, you ready to go?”

 Casey shakes her head, as she gestures to the Eiffel Tower which is a short walk away from her. “I think I’m going to stick around a little longer, I will see you tomorrow?”

Lindsay pulls her into a hug and waves her goodbye. “See you tomorrow, C!”

 After Casey continued her commute, Lindsay takes her phone out and sends a text to Bryce, to proceed his plan. After getting a thumbs up reply, she whispers ‘I hope he doesn’t screw up this time.’ to herself as she makes her way back to her hotel.

 Casey takes her time enjoying the view around her. The night is getting darker but the people around her are still smiling, enjoying the atmosphere around them. Some of them are sightseeing, and some are enjoying each other’s company at one of the most romantic places on earth.

 After a few minutes of walking, the Eiffel Tower comes into her view. The sight makes Casey smile uncontrollably. She stops to look at it properly. It looks spectacular, better than what she had been seeing on her desktop when she was 6.At first she was so focused on the sight in front of her that she had barely noticed the presence next to her. As she takes a glance at the person beside her, her eyes widen. It was him. He is standing there beside her, with his signature smile that is one of Casey’s favourites. Both of them were silent for what felt like an eternity until Bryce clears his throat to capture her attention.

 “What are you doing here?” Casey asks maintaining her distance because she still can’t believe Bryce is standing next to her.

 “I came here to make your dreams come true; one of them involves this building.” Bryce states as his gaze stays on her whilst gesturing the Eiffel Tower, his eyes displaying every emotion someone can have.

 Before Casey can reply, he continues, “I want to fix this, and I won’t leave your side until I achieve my goals. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I am not ready to let you go, or to let us go. This thing that we had, is much more than any fight, any quarrel or any insult. What we have is something special, and I wouldn’t have it any other way…” The sound of thunder causes him to stop as they both glance up towards the sky, where lightening covers the sky from time to time.

 “Bryce...” Casey looks back down to him, ignoring the weather above her.

 “I love you Casey Valentine and I don’t want to lose you ever again.” He stops when suddenly the rain starts to fall. His eyes went down towards his clothes and notices that it’s soaked. But he doesn’t mind, he is not finished yet. He looks over to her and his breath stops for a short moment. Of course, Casey always looks beautiful in his eyes, but the light of the Eiffel tower reflecting in her eyes, followed by the rain that covers her face in small pearls makes her more beautiful than she has ever been.

 Bryce takes a deep breath as he continues, “I’m sorry that I said all those things back in Boston. I never meant to hurt you, Casey. I love you with all I have. My life is evolving around you. Waking up every morning? I can’t imagine it without you by my side. Walking through the hospital halls? I cannot imagine it without our ‘stealing kisses’ moments or jokes we share while bumping into one another. And I can’t bear the thought of living without you. I love you and I cannot live without you.” Bryce admits. “Please come back.”

 Casey felt her eyes gaze into his. The rain caused his hair got stuck on his forehead, and followed the little drops on his nose; somehow he still looks amazing in her eyes. Their eyes connect to one another and in that moment they know that whatever happened in Boston, its one of the bumps of being in relationship. Casey feels glad that Bryce had came this whole way to Paris, finally being able to make both of their dreams come true. After a few moments, Casey closes the distance between them as she puts her arms around his neck. She nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck and whispers, “I love you too, so much.” Bryce smiles as he hold her close.

 As they are in each other embraces, Bryce is glad that she forgave him and they can start a new page together leaving the fight behind. He promises to himself for their next trip to Paris, he will do all the little things with her. Bryce wants her to be happy and he never wants to leave her side again. He loves her too much, to imagine the world without her in it.

 Despite the weather, they got a chance to find each other once more in one of the most beautiful city in the world. After a while, Casey felt a notification from her phone. She smiled after reading the message, and give him a light kiss.

From: Bryce

'Cause anywhere with you feels right

Anywhere with you feels like

Paris in the rain

Walking down an empty street

Puddles underneath our feet’ – Lauv.  

THE END.

A/N #2: Hii! So, I hope all of you enjoy it! Its one of those stories that brings a smile on my face and its fill with fluff! The best in both worlds; happiness and fluff, hehe. 🙈 I still felt anxious about posting this, but I am growing everyday! Don’t forget to like, reblog and leave a comment!  It would really means a lot for all writers! 😊 Once again, THANK YOU FOR READING! <3 

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[hellfirenacht]

The Convention Fic Chapter 4

Beetlejuice x Reader (Gender Neutral)

First Chapter

Friday (Evening)

It didn’t take long for you to get ready to head to the aquarium. You dug through your suitcase and pulled out the outfit that you had brought specifically for partying in. Though you knew that this was a date and wanted to look nice, the aquarium would allow everyone to wonder around for a few hours before letting those who paid for the After Party into one of the Ballrooms, which Beej was quick to inform you was a 21+ event. 

You were practically bouncing with excitement as you changed and freshened up. The hyena that Beej had given you was sitting on the bed, protecting your phone as it charged. Beej was kicked back on the second bed, watching you with an amused grin.

“You know, you look great no matter what you’re wearing.” he commented, scanning you up and down. “But I gotta admit, if I wasn’t already dead you’d be killing me right now.” 

You gave him a smirk. “Is that rigor mortis, or are you just happy to see me?” 

He laughed, “And here I was worried that you’d be too tired for this.” 

“Normal tired is gone, I’m only left with that kind of 4 AM tired where everything is funny and I’m invincible. But don’t worry- I completely intend to pass out as soon as we’re done.” you affirmed. 

“That’s why you’re my best mod- you’re always ready to party and work.” he replied with a grin. “You ready to go yet, Babes?”

“Yup! Just gotta put my shoes on and I’m good to go!”

You grabbed your beat up tennis shoes, not wanting to risk blisters for the rest of the weekend. As much as you wanted to look good, you also had a job to do for the rest of the con. You swapped out your backpack for a small pouch that rested on your hip and around your waist and shoved your phone, camera battery, key, badge, and money in. 

“Ready!”

Beetlejuice just snickered at you as he pulled himself off the bed and looked you over. “I gotta say Babes, you look stunning for our first date. The fanny pack is really doing it for me.”

You pouted slightly. “Watch it, Bug Boy.” you warned in a playful tone. “Besides have you ever washed that hoodie?”

“Nope!” he said with such pride for a second you were inclined to believe him. 

The playful teasing continued as you made your way out of the building and towards the Aquarium a few blocks over. The sun was just now showing signs of going down, though late in the evening. Beej’s green-tipped hair was an interesting contrast to the warm yellows, reds, and hints of lavender of the setting sun. The air around you was comfortably warm as you crossed the busy street with other nerds who were also on their way to the nights event. The two of you cut through the large park where you had held the meet up the other evening, and Beetlejuice slipped his hand into yours again. 

It was comfortable. Though the two of you had only met in person just the other night, not even 24 hours before, it didn’t feel awkward or strange. Maybe you were closer to him than you had originally thought. All those late nights in the chat, playing games, talking on cam, they suddenly meant so much more now that he was there with you. He was real, and the two of you were close, and now here you were, on a date. A real actual date. A warmth spread over you at the thought. 

The air around the Aquarium was cooler than the air at the park. Perhaps it was the shadow the building cast in the late evening sun, or the slight smell of sea water that tinted the air. The two of you easily slid through security and presented your tickets before entering the building. 

The aquarium was large and tall, split up into five different sections ranging from river fish to freshwater fish, to ocean fish. Together you decided to start at the river fish, and you pulled out the video camera. Though this was a date, both of you agreed that even if you didn’t post the footage, it was still something the two of you wanted to remember together. You couldn’t help but be okay with that, plus seeing him through the lense of the camera as well as in person felt right to you. 

Together the two of you toured through the different sections, looking at fish, getting B-Roll footage of cosplayers and at one point Beej even interviewed a fan that came up and introduced themselves. With each new section brought new fish and creatures for the two of you to point and look at. Beetlejuice was fascinated by all the creatures, which surprised you. 

“I’ve never been able to see fish before.” he stated, which seemed like a strange answer. “I’ve never been to a fish zoo or even the beach before so this is all new to me. You know, I never understood the whole thing with humans being obsessed with other animals but I think I get- oh my god they glow!!” 

Beej grabbed you by the arm and pointed excitedly at the Jellyfish that were glowing against the blacklight of the tank that they were chilling in. Beej’s smile was so wide and his pupils were so large that you his eyes almost looked black. It was clear that this man was going to lose his shit at any fish that had bioluminescence. He was practically shaking with excitement as he pressed his face up against the glass like a little kid. 

You did manage to scoot him out of the way to allow yourself room to get some footage of the tangled mass of jellyfish. You agreed- it was really cool seeing the different fish glowing under blacklight. As you pointed the camera a Beej again, you swore that he was glowing under the light as well- the same green that you saw back in the arcade just the night before. You made a mental note to ask him what kind of hair dye he used but for now, your breath was caught in your throat with how... weirdly beautiful he looked. 

He was still the same Beej that you had seen a million times before on a screen, but there were some things about him that a camera just couldn’t do justice towards. His laugh was louder in person, and right now it felt more honest. Not that you were surprised, you always understood that internet personalities were just that- personalities. You saw what they wanted you to see but with Beej it felt different. Yes, in this time and place it was a more intimate experience being next to him and seeing him in person, but you were starting to realize how genuine and honest he was with his audience. You could feel your heart swell at the thought, not only could he be himself on camera, he could also be himself with you. 

“Oh man I’d stay here all night if I could!” he said, leading you out with a big smile on his face. “Next year we’re staying an extra day and we’re gonna sneak in here at night and scooba dive with the jellyfish.” 

“That’s a terrible idea.” you laughed. “I’m in.” 

He smiled at you, his eyes still shining with excitement. “And that’s why I asked you to be here with me!” 

“Someone’s gotta bail you out of jail when your roommates aren’t around.” you countered. 

The tour ended with the last area- the Ocean fish. It took you a little bit longer to make your way in there, as the two of you stood in front of the exhibit, pointing your camera at the mascot of the aquarium; a large orange fish named Deepo. 

The two of you stood there, laughing hard. Beej has his phone out and was going live as the two of you laughed at the ridiculous looking fish. 

“Disney... Disney please sue something!” Beej begged, zooming in on the wide lifeless eyes of the statue that smiled across time and space. “DEEPO. His name.. Oh God-Satan his name is DEEPO!” 

There were tears streaming down your face as you both pointed and laughed. Around you, some other con goers were also taking pictures, while some were looking at the two of you like you were high or drunk. It didn’t matter, the point is Deepo would either save your soul or destroy it. After cities collapsed, oceans dried up, and humans were eradicated- Deepo would live on as the uncaring God of the New World. 

You really needed to get some real sleep tonight. 

After finally pulling yourselves together, the two of you straightened up and finally the two of you stepped into the large tunnel, finding yourselves surrounded by fish and soft blue lighting. You couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as you looked up, seeing a fish swim over your head. All around you was ocean life- the tunnel was right under a large tank, allowing you to see fish from every angle. 

“Oh wow...” you whispered, looking up. Beej took the camera from your hands and started filming as you took in the view. Fish of all colors, shapes, and sizes were swimming around the two of you, feeling so close even though the glass protecting the tunnel was at least two feet thick. 

“I gotta admit, this is pretty impressive.” you heard Beej from across the tunnel, filming a small school of yellow fish. “I’m glad we- oh holy shit!” his head shot upwards and you followed his line of site and gasps. 

Above the two of you, a whale passed over head, followed by a shark. 

“That’s a shark!” Beej gawked, following the creature with the camera. “Holy crap, that’s a shark! Babes, I want that. I want that shark. I love that shark. I need that shark to live.” 

“Well it’s a good thing you’re dead because it’s staying here.” you replied, eyes still glued to the top of the tunnel, watching the larger fish swim around you. It was absolutely breath-taking. You moved to the side of the tunnel until your legs hit a ledge for you to sit on, keeping an eye on everything around you. You were suddenly okay with the suggestion of just staying here forever with these fish. You had no clue that fish could make you feel this safe or content. 

After a few minutes, you glanced over at Beetlejuice who had the camera pointed at you. How long had he been filming you staring at the fish? You felt a little embarrassed now. 

“Hey, I thought this was your show.” you said, trying not to be embarrassed. 

“It is, and I like to show off things that make me happy.” he said with a wink. “Plus you’re stunning in this light. I can’t be the only one that looks good here.”

The compliment felt warm in your chest compared to the cool air of the aquarium. You wanted to brush it off, or tell him no, or even fire something back at him but instead you said something that surprised yourself. 

“Thank you.” 

You accepted the compliment with grace and a smile. It felt true- between the amazing lighting, the outfit you had chosen, and the feeling of being with Beetlejuice... you felt stunning. Moe than that, with Beej around you felt seen. You felt like all your hard work went both noticed and appreciated. Everything you did for him he thanked you, praised you, told you how much it meant to him. He saw something in you that you hadn’t seen for yourself in a long time. For this moment, you could see yourself the way he saw you- an amazingly capable person, a fun person, a giant fucking nerd, a friend, a crush. 

That was the confidence boost you needed, and you felt secure. You felt safe. You felt like you could do anything you wanted because knowing that someone you looked up to and respected so much could see it in you. You stood up and walked over to him, keeping eye contact the entire time. You reached out and lowered the arm that held his camera knowing that this next moment was for just the two of you. 

Beej got the hint and allowed you to stay in control of the situation, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. You reached out and touched his cheek, feeling the scratchy beard against the palm of your hand. Briefly you wondered how much maintenance it took for him to keep it tinted green like his hair before leaning in and pressing your lips against his. 

His mouth shifted into a smile against yours as his free hand rested on your lower back. The cool skin of his lips combined with the cool air around you caused goosebumps to appear on your arms and the back of your neck. The kiss was short, only a few seconds long, but it was enough. When you pulled back, Beej was grinning hard and you could almost swear that he had hearts in his eyes. The two of you stared at each other like the dopey love-struck idiots that you were for a moment before you took his hand. 

“Come on, Love Bug.” you said. “Let’s keep going.” 

The two of you finally made your way out of the tunnel after getting a few more shots of different fish before making your way into the next room. Again, you were almost rendered speechless as the two of you found yourselves in front of a large tank that stretched from the floor to a very high ceiling. The large tank gave you a perfect view of how large the whales and sharks were compared to the smaller fish. There were whales and stingrays and large bloated looking fish you had never seen before. 

Maybe you would take up Beej on the offer of breaking in to spend the night. 

The two of you found a spot to sit in front of the large glass wall as you stared out into the water. In this moment, no words needed to be said. For once Beetlejuice was enjoying a comfortable silence as the two of you put away the camera and just let yourselves be. His hand found yours, and your head found his shoulder. Together for the next half hour, you rested and just took in the view of the amazing sea creatures swimming around. 

Around you, cosplayers took amazing pictures next to the tank, nerds took selfies with the fish, and the two of you couldn’t help but laugh a bit at one pink-haired cosplayer crying happy drunk tears over one of the large bloated looking fish. (“It’s so ugly!” she cried and laughed. “I love grouper fish! I love him so much he’s so ugly he’s beautiful!”). 

You almost dozed off once or twice as you rested against Beetlejuice. It felt so relaxing being next to him, that you wished that you could just spend the rest of the weekend here. But after a while, he nudged you. 

“You still good to go to the after party?” he asked. “It’s gonna start soon, but if you’re tired I understa-” 

“I’m gonna party!” you yawned and stood up. “Give me a sec to wake up and I’ll be good to go.” 

You took a moment to stretch and get your body to wake up. Turns out at the fish for however long you two were there had left you feeling pretty well rested and happy. Your brain was still a little fried from spending the past few days on little sleep but you could make the the next few hours. 

By the time the two of you made it into the ballroom where the party was being held, the DJ was already blasting music and people were lining up at the two bars set up on each end of the large room. There were two glass walls on different sides of the rooms, much smaller than what you had just been looking at but still large enough to peer in and see it was large enough to fit in a few whales. The tanks were dark at the moment, you assumed to give the animals some rest after a long day of being gawked at, but a few congoers were still camped out by the viewing areas, relaxing with their drink and peering into the darkened tanks. 

The two of you bought some drinks and found an empty standing table to stay at for the moment. There was a large dance floor in the upper right corner of the room, the DJ booth next to it. On the wall they were projecting clips from various animes and also Steven Universe for some reason. That was the only non-anime being shown on the screen, and you wondered who had put the looping montage together. 

Beej chugged down his two drink quickly, itching to get to the dancefloor. “I gotta show these breathers how to really party!” he said. 

You had to admit, you wanted to get on the dance floor as well. The DJ was playing an amazing mix of anime, cartoon openings, group dances, old emo music and songs that would make any nerd get up and dance. 

The music woke you up better than the drink in your hand. Beej politely waited for you to finish it before dragging you to the dance floor. Beej was a beast once he was in the crowd, jumping from group to group and dancing with anyone who would let him close. You couldn’t even be jealous when he found himself in the middle of a group of girls as he began flossing like there was no tomorrow. 

You could have sworn he said he hated flossing before. You wondered if that changed one he actually learned how to do it. 

The crowd started to form into a circle around Beej. People jumped in and out, showing off their moves and having small dance-offs. Everywhere people were cheering and having fun. The DJ changed songs, and a spark ignited inside you- this was a song that you knew very well. A specific song from A Goofy Movie that made every inch of your body suddenly go feral. Beej had his moment in the spotlight but now it was your turn. 

You were about to teach these nerds what it really meant to do the Perfect Cast. 

You waited for the right moment to jump in, your confidence fueled by the slight buzz of alcohol in your system combined with your amazing date with Beej. This was the moment you had been waiting for your entire life, and nothing could fucking stop you. 

The chorus kicked in and you found yourself rushing to the center, looking around at the crowd and starting on the dance that you had learned so long ago. Everyone lost their shit. 

“THEY’RE ACTUALLY DOING IT!”

“WOOO!”

“IT’S THE PERFECT CAST!!!”

“TEACH ME PLEASE!” 

“Oh snap, looks like we got someone who knows their Disney!” a voice said over the speaker and you realized that the DJ was talking about you over the mic. You snapped back into reality with a huge smile and looked over at Beej who couldn’t have been more proud of you. As you jumped back to the side of the circle and let someone else take over you got a few highfives and compliments. 

“Damn Babes, why didn’t you tell me you could dance?” Beej asked, still smiling wide. 

“I forgot!” you laughed. “Oh wow, I haven’t done that in forever. I... I forgot I knew it until I did it!” 

The two of you danced together on and off for the rest of the night, taking breaks to occasionally have another drink or rest. Beej had much more stamina than you, seemingly never needing to rest or take breaks. When you needed a second to catch your breath he’d hover between making sure you were okay and running back to the dance floor. You honestly didn’t mind, you loved seeing him out there, making friends and being the center of attention. 

By the end of the evening, as the party was starting to draw to a close, you found yourself sitting against the viewing glass, tipsy and happily gazing out into dark tank where a few whales swam in circles. The pink-haired girl who you’d seen earlier crying over fish was next to you, seemingly in the same boat. There was an unspoken agreement that this spot was the Quiet Spot. Even though behind you a party raged on, filled with nerds, and lights, and alcohol, this spot was for being drunk and watching fish. This was a pastime you could get used to. 

“There you are!” came a voice from behind you, causing the two of you to jump slightly. You looked up at beej and held your finger to your lips. 

“Shhhh....” you whispered loudly. “You’ll throw off the whales.” okay, maybe you were closer to the side of drunk than tipsy. 

The DJ started playing Don’t Stop Believing and there was a roar of excitement from the crowd behind you as drunk nerds scrambled to the dance floor. A chorus of voices of all kinds filled the air as everyone in the room seemed to sing along to the music that was pulsating through the air. 

“I think I’m having a religious experience.” the pink haired girl said, as she stared continued staring at the whales. 

“Me too.” you said, to Beej’s amusement. “Same time next year?” 

The girl nodded in agreement. “May the whales don’t stop believing.” she said solemnly. 

You stood up, wobbling a bit, but Beej held you steady. “You usually this much of a light weight?” he asked. 

“Strong drinks.” you mumbled with a smile, leaning into him. 

“Alright, I think you’re partied out.” Beej said. “Your fragile human body needs sleep. And probably other things too.” 

“Water... food.” you replied and the two of you made your way out of the building, headed back towards your hotel. The night air felt good against your warmed skin, you didn’t realize how warm the room had gotten with so many people dancing. You were comfortably drunk with a dopey grin on your face as you clung to Beetlejuice. 

“Hey... Beej.... are you my... booooooyfriend?” you asked, looking up at him. 

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Babes.” he replied. “Think you can handle dating a demon?” 

“Pffff... you aren’t scaaaary.” you slurred, and laughed at the offended look on Beej’s face. 

“Excuse you, I am the ghost with the most!” he said. “I’m the scariest demon you’ll ever meet!” 

“If you say so, neeeeeeeeerd!” you giggled. 

Beetlejuice managed to drag your drunk ass back up to your room, and helped you use your key card. This time you did not immediately drop your pants (much to Beej’s dismay) but instead went straight to the bathroom to pee, wash your face, and get a glass of water. 

“Beej... Beej I got a secret.” you said as you exited the bathroom. 

“Yeah? What’s that?” 

“I’m a little bit drunk.” you giggled and took a few long gulps of water. 

“No shit?” he smiled at you. 

“Not even a little turd.” he laughed at that. 

“I’m gonna... I’m gonna drink this water so I’m functional tomorrow.” you set the glass down. “OH! Oh! I did... I did something smart!” you were bouncing on your feet. 

“You’re the one that holds all the braincells here, but what did you do specifically?” Beej watched you with an amused grin as you stumbled slightly to the mini-fridge and pulled out a to-go box. “Got more food at Waffle House when we went. Because I’m SMART!” 

The two of you turned on the tv to watch a movie with too many commercials as you ate your cold waffle and drank your glass of water. You soon found yourself resting against his shoulder again. 

“Hey Beej?” you asked. “Where are you staying this weekend anyway?” 

He stiffened slightly at the question. He wasn’t ready to tell you that he was just teleporting between the con and his home hundreds of miles away. 

“I uh, don’t exactly have a room.” he replied, hoping that your drunk brain would let it go. It didn’t. 

“What?” you looked up at him. “Wh-where are you sleeping?” your eyes looked like they were tearing up, oh shit, oh fuck, he did NOT want to make you cry. “Are you sleeping in your car??” 

“Yes!” he blurted out. “I am... sleeping in my car!” 

“No!” you pouted. “No! Bad Beetlejuice!” you stood up with a look that would be angry if it wasn’t coming from a half-drunk breather. “Stupid Beej, dumbass...” you mumbed to yourself and walekd over to the tv, grabbing a small envelope and pulling something out. “Can’t do anything without me, I swear.” you threw a piece of plastic at him and he looked it over. It was an extra key-card. “You’re staying HERE for the rest of the weekend you stupid, dumb... stupid face!” 

When his mom had yelled at him when she was drunk, it was horrifying. He’d retreat into himself and tell himself he was as worthless as she said he was. With you, it was different. Your words sounded angry, but your eyes were full of hurt and concern. You didn’t really think he was stupid, or maybe you did, but either way it wasn’t a feeling of malice towards him. Someone was concerned for him, someone cared, someone wanted him around. 

Who was he to say no to that?

“Alright, alright, if it would make you happy.” he replied with a grin. “But where am I gonna sleep, there’s only one bed!”

You looked at him in confusion, glancing between the two beds in the room. You were drunk but you weren’t stupid. At least, you didn’t think so. 

“Beej there’s another bed right there...?” you questioned yourself. Was there one bed or two? 

Beej stood up and grabbed a hold of your suitcase that was laying on the floor in the corner of the room. He walked over to the second bed and sloppily dumped out the contents onto the spare bed. 

“I dunno what you’re talking about, all I see is this large pile of clothes!” he smirked. “I don’t know about you but in my experience humans don’t usually sleep on piles of laundry.” 

You smiled and let out a small chuckle. “Oh, silly me. I suppose you’re right. There’s only one bed. One large bed that we could both fit in.”

“I insist that you take the bed and I will sleep on the floor.” he smiled. 

“No no no, you’re the guest, you take the bed.” you said, grabbing his arm and pulling him onto the bed. He pulled back the covered and crawled in. 

“Nah, I think you should take the bed.” he pulled you close against him, allowing you to take in his scent. 

“...Your hoodie smells awful, take it off.” you grumbled, helping him remove the offending piece of clothing. You wondered if he had been correct about not washing it ever. 

You didn’t hear anything after that as sleep overtook you quickly. Beej’s cool body under the warm blankets created the perfect temperature for falling asleep. Beej held you against his chest and turned on the tv low. He didn’t need to sleep, but he would stay until you woke up. Your warmth and weight on him allowing him a feeling that he’d only ever felt in one other place. 

To Beetlejuice, you felt like home.

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Disconnected-Chapter Four (Luke Hemmings)

Summary: In an alternate universe where everyone has a soulmate, Luke and his soulmate share the rarest of them all. Some people have matching tattoos, others feel each others pain/emotions, but mental connections are the least common. The connection that Luke and Lynn share is that they can hear whatever song the other is singing. When they are close together they will be able to hear each others voices but for the meantime, they can only hear the recorded versions.

Pairings: Luke Hemmings x Lynn Corby (OC)

Warnings: Content: bit of anxiety and mentions of injuries (barely enough to warrant a warning)

Featured Songs: If I Could (Jack Johnson)

“Break a leg!” Kylie told Lynn as the blonde walked up towards the small makeshift stage at the front of the bar. “Or you know, don’t. It might be embarrassing.”

“Maybe.” Lynn teased back. She stopped in front of the stage while one of the bartenders, Mitchy, set up the microphone stand.

“Well wasn’t that a treat?” Mitchy said to the crowd present, referring to the group of teen boys who had just finished playing. The small audience of about thirty people all put down their drinks to applaud as the two boys made their way off stage. The brunet looked about seventeen years old and so did the ginger. They had played a few originals and ended with an acoustic cover of Mike Posner’s ‘I Took a Pill in Ibiza.’ They did an amazing job on their songs; Lynn and Kylie were both impressed. The harmonising was perfect. Lynn would be lying if she said it hadn’t intimidated her a little. She wondered what it would be like to have somebody to play with, somebody who knew what they were doing and could critique her properly.  

“Next we’d like to introduce a new face to the stage. Let’s give a warm welcome to Lynn Corby from right here in Sadowa, Ontario.” announced Mitchy. She sweetly reached for Lynn’s hand to gently pull her up onto the small platform and position her beside the mic.

Lynn thanked her then leaned over to place her dark cherry coloured Martin guitar onto a stand a few feet away from herself. Stepping up to the microphone she saw that nearly the entire audience in the small bar was looking straight at her. Yikes. Lynn swallowed the nerves that were building up in the back of her throat and breathed in deeply. In the front of the audience Kylie stood, smiling widely, giving Lynn two thumbs up.

“Hi everyone, my name’s Lynn but I guess you already know that.” she finally said earning a few chuckles from the crowd. “This is actually my first time performing in front of anybody besides my roommate who has ever so kindly dragged me into here so I’m going to keep it short, I promise.”

“Woo Lynn!” Kylie shouted from the side of the stage causing the listeners to laugh again. That was something that Kylie was good for, she had the gift that made people laugh. She never failed to lighten situations and put everybody at ease, the gift that Lynn was extremely grateful for at the moment. Not only had Kylie set the light and positive mood in the audience, she’d also managed to calm her best friend’s nerves down slightly.

Behind the guitar stood a tambourine fastened to a kick drum, a weird concoction Lynn had thought of in the middle of the night after remembering seeing one with a tassel and license plate on pinterest the day before. She referred to it as her little hobbostomper. Lynn tightened the knob attached to the pedal and brought it out front, just a few inches back from the mic stand. Finally, she reached over and grabbed her guitar, slinging the strap over her body so that it rested on her left shoulder and left the guitar hanging just above her waist.

“Okay so this first one is a cover of a favourite of mine, it’s called If I Could by Jack Johnson. I hope you enjoy it.”

Lynn’s fingers started off on the fourth and fifth fret, then slid down to the seventh, eventually making their way up to the second and fourth and down again to the ninth. She continued the pattern twice before adding the beat from the kick drum into the melody. This time around, she closed her eyes and let the lyrics roughly flow from her mouth.

A brand new baby was born yesterday just in time

Papa cried baby cried said your tears are like mine

She took a second to look out into the audience to see their reactions; big mistake. Now the nerves that she had swallowed earlier had bubbled back again and weren’t going down. Lynn was so busy thinking about how nervous she was that she’d missed the next part in the song. Instead of going right to the next line, she kept picking the pattern and stomping on the pedal but she forgot to sing the lyrics. Lynn caught Kylie’s eye. Kylie gave her an encouraging smile, mouthing for her to keep going as she knew Lynn had made a mistake from hearing the song a million times before.

Realizing that the mistake could easily be fixed, Lynn hummed a little into the mic to introduce the next line as her bare, slender, fingers continued to slide back and forth between frets.

 I heard some words from a friend on the phone that didn’t sound so good

The doctors have him two weeks to live

I’d give him more if I could

 She let the beats and patterns repeat themselves again a few more times before she continued onto the chorus, feeling more nervous now than she had the whole night.

 You know that I would now,

If only I could

 Lynn tried to focus on the words playing in her head. She was trying desperately to not mess up noticeably.  Then suddenly the words felt more real to her, they felt like they were clearer, like they were right there in the front of her mind. The lyrics were coming to her strong when she realised that she wasn’t the only one singing the song.

Her blue eyes flew open and scanned the audience to see who was singing along but none were. An older couple were swaying along to the beat in the booth but not a single person was singing. There wasn’t even a single person lip-syncing. Then it hit her.

Luke, he’s singing the song with me!

Suddenly Lynn felt like she could burst from happiness. Her heart was exhilarated yet calmed at the realisation of what was going on in her head.

 You know that I would now,

If only I could

 The lyrics came out steady and in time with the beat. Lynn found a new courage take over her body as she began to sway back and forth to her own beat, all of her nerves dissolving into nothings as she closed her eyes and let the voice in her head take her through the song.

 Down the middle drops one more grain of sand

They say that new life makes losin’ life easier to understand

 It was as if she felt his lips move at the same time as hers; his tongue wrap around the same words. Never had Lynn felt so close to her soulmate, Luke, she’d never felt so close to Luke.

 Words are kind they help ease the mind I miss my old friend

And thou you gotta go we’ll keep a piece of your soul

One goes out one goes in

 You know that I would now,

If only I could now

You know that I would now,

If only I could now

 Lynn pulled her foot away from the kick drum and let her fingers dance over the last few slides down the fret board before ending in one final strum. The audience applauded politely. Kylie, being Kylie, cheered loudly, nearly scaring the pint from the hand of the fellow that had been trying to chat her up moments earlier.

Looking around the bar, Lynn’s heart felt like it was going to burst from happiness. She would be sure to thank Luke for singing along to the song one day.

 ***

 Luke slugged out of his bedroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen. He dragged his feet with every step. The blond opened the cupboard above the oven but frowned at the absence of the cereal box he was looking for.

“Morning.” Luke jumped slightly at the voice behind him, causing him to bump his head on the open cupboard door.

“Oh mother f-” Luke groaned at the pain shooting through his skull. “Morning.” he seethed clutching the top of his head.

“Rough night?” Michael grinned at Luke taking in his messy hair that stuck out in every which way, the unusually rumpled pyjama bottoms and his one sock-less foot. Michael also looked like he hadn’t slept that night. His entire left arm, hand, and the little bit of stomach that was visible was covered in ink, a late night conversation with his mystery half.

“I haven’t slept in two days.” mumbled Luke, “So yeah, you can say that.”

“Trouble in paradise?” asked Calum entering into both the kitchen and the conversation at hand.

“Well she’s definitely in a different time zone than us right now.” grumbled Luke. “She’s been singing the same damn song three days straight and if that wasn’t bad enough, she only does it at three or four in the morning. It’s exhausting.”

“Well I am so glad that you are the only one with that connection,” Calum stated, “If it’s as serious as you say it is our soulmates would all be ready to kill us all by the time we meet them for all the times that we kept them up.”

For a moment a flash of guilt crossed Luke’s mind at the thought of his soulmate suffering through what he did last night on the daily. He really had nothing to complain about. This was the first time she’d kept him awake at night, whereas Luke was sure he’d done the same to her for months on end throughout the year. He couldn’t imagine how frustrated she must get with him. Luke wouldn’t blame her for one minute if she were mad at him when they finally did meet.

With a sigh Luke continued his search for the box of cereal. Finally spotting it on the counter next to the sink, he reached over to pour himself a bowl and then place the box back into the cupboard where it belonged.

“Hey guess what?” Ashton said appearing in the doorway of the kitchen, receiving the attention of all three men in the room. “I just got a message from August, who we met at the party last Saturday. He’s invited us to stay at his cottage for a week while he’s away. I guess he had some other people lined up but they pulled out last minute.”

“Sounds like fun. Where is it?” Michael mumbled with a mouthful of his breakfast.

“Some small town called Sadowa, it’s in Canada, a few hours from Toronto. It’s not really on a map, more like a side community off of an actual city.” Ashton informed them, “Totally private.”

“Well I’m in.” said Michael without even a second thought.

“Me too.” Calum chimed in. “What about you, Luke? You probably need a break more than any of us.” he said referring to Luke’s complete dishevelled appearance.

Luke thought about it for a moment. There really wasn’t a reason for him to not go. His next appointment with Doctor Browning wasn’t for another two weeks and everything else could be rain checked.

“Yeah I’m in, get me out of here.”

“Great, I’ll let him know.” Ashton said, reaching up to grab a plate from beside the bowls. He winced slightly, having almost gone unnoticed if Michael hadn’t caught it.

“What’s she been up to?” he asked. Everyone in the room knew what the question meant despite the vagueness of it.

Ashton sighed placing the plate on the counter. “You know I have no idea but whatever it is, it can’t be good. Lots of running, think she fell a few times, oh and check this out-” Ashton lifted his shirt to reveal an array of fresh blue and purple bruises littering his left ribs, stretching out to touch his left shoulder and meet with his right ribs. “I think she got into a fight. I swear, when I meet her I am going to swaddle her in bubble wrap so she doesn’t keep getting hurt.”

“How bad does that one hurt?” asked Luke.

“Pretty bad, I don’t even want to think about how much pain she’s in today. God, I hope she takes it easy for a while, for her own sake more than mine. I woke up thinking somebody was running over my chest with a lawnmower.”

Calum stayed silent in the midst of the conversation. None of the men seemed to notice. They were now all complaining about what their soulmates were doing throughout the night. Calum couldn’t help but to feel left out. He was the only one who didn’t have any information about his other half to add. While he assumed that he would eventually get a soulmate tattoo when he was ready, he was still insecure about the fact that he had no known connection to his soulmate, whoever they were.

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A/N: Well since you guys are so awesome and supportive I thought I would drop this guy a day early. You guys are so awesome, I’ve have never had this much love and support for a series before! Next chapter comes out a bit earlier because it’s super short. More like a blurb/filler but the chapter after that will be here next week as scheduled anyways. For more info on when the chapters are posted check out the series master list HERE.

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Closer: Part One (Bryce x Rei (F!MC))

Summary: Rei Sato has been crushing hard on a certain surgical intern...

Author’s note: I’m very excited to write about my MC, Rei Sato. Not only because I made her Tom’s cousin and older sister figure, but because she’s different from the type of character I usually write: they mostly are confident and bold. Rei is… just a nervous mess (a little bit like her lil cousin lol). She puts too much pressure on herself, doubts if she’s good enough and is a workaholic. This is a two parts fanfic and it takes place between chapters 5 and 6.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry Studios.

Song: Closer - Tegan and Sara

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Bryce x F!MC (Rei Sato)

Word count: 2700

All I wanna get it a little bit closer

All I wanna know is, can you come a little closer?

“Ugh, I can’t believe those butchers are already here. It almost feels like this is the only bar in town.” - Jackie commented as soon as they entered the ever dingy and packed Donahue's. The surgical interns were already playing darts with their drinks in hands.

It was a Thursday night, Rei was accompanied by her roommates and all the medical interns had just finished their latest fourteen-hour long shift. They were all feeling pretty tired, but also feeling like celebrating. They had survived another endless shift, they deserved it.

“Well, this is the nearest bar of the hospital…” - Landry murmured. Indeed, it was just down the hospital's street.

The group immediately headed to their favorite booth. After two weeks being regular customers there, they were already feeling like the booths area belonged to the internal medicine interns. Rei's eyes immediately landed on a figure on the other side of the bar. He was playing games with the other surgical interns, as usual.

"Okay, whose turn is it to get the drinks? Is it yours, Rei?" - she snapped out of her trance as she heard Sienna talking to her by her side.

"Is it? Okay." - her friends cheered as Rei headed to the bar and asked for a round of tequila for them.

She hummed to the song that played in the crowded bar as she waited for her drinks, when someone approached her, followed by a voice she knew almost too well by know.

“Fancy meeting you here.” - even before she turned to look back at him, Rei knew he had that characteristic cocky smirk on his face. Bryce’s playful dark eyes found hers. - “Feeling better?” - he asked in a lower volume, his usual confidence replaced by a quick mask of concern.

“Yeah.” - she murmured back, unable to prevent her cheeks from getting hot. Dammit, she knew she was blushing. - “Uh, thanks for checking upon me.” - she said, referring to what happened earlier that day.

“No problem. I’m a doctor. It kind of is my job to know if people are doing okay.” - but before Rei had a chance to reply anything back, Bryce's colleagues called for him; it was his turn on the game. - "Coming!" - he grabbed the gin tonic the barman gave him and turned to her: - "Guess this is my cue. Talk to you more later?"

"Yeah." - she smiled coyly to his wink and he walked away.

She couldn't contain a frustrated sigh as the barman handed her the tequila shots.

Rei Sato's been gathering up enough courage to ask Bryce Lahela out. But whenever she found herself alone with him - something that would happen quite frequently, based on all the times they had made out in that supply closet already -, the words just seemed to not come out of her mouth. As if she suddenly had lost her ability to speak.

At the same time that he would instantly put her at ease with that laidback, easygoing and overly confident personality, he made her that nervous.

Rei returned to her booth and her friends swung back the drinks at once.

“Ugh, will this thing ever start tasting better?” - Landry asked with a scowl as he put his empty shot glass back onto the table.

“It gets after a few more shots, Olsen.” - Jackie chuckled, as an upbeat pop song started playing.

“That’s my jam! Who cares to join me?”

“Let’s do this, Greene.” - Jackie got out of the booth and guided Elijah’s wheelchair toward the dance floor.

“Uh, the drinks are already making effect. Excuse me, girls.” - Landry said and headed towards the men’s restroom.

As soon as they found themselves alone in the booth, Sienna leaned closer to Rei’s side:

“You should ask him out!” - she clapped her hands together, whispering conspiratory to her friend. Rei almost choked on her drink.

“Ask whom?”

“Don’t try to fool me, Sato! Bryce Lahela! I saw you two chatting at the bar! There is something going on, I can sense it.”

Oh my god, what she was going to do? She couldn’t let any of her roommates know that she crushed on him that hard.

“Me? Asking someone out? Did you take one of your patients medicines?” - Rei said instead.

“I’m serious, Rei! What’s the problem? You clearly are interested in him.”

“Oh god, is it that obvious that I’m attracted to him?” - Rei hid her face behind her hands, casting a quick glance to where Bryce was with his friends.

Sienna giggled.

“Well, yeah. But don’t worry, it’s reciprocated.”

“How can you be so sure about it?”

“Because I know.” - Rei rolled her eyes to her friend’s vague answer.

“I…” - she looked down to her hands fidgeting nervously on her lap. - “Well, I guess we kind of already had a date. I mean, he invited me to this concert after a shift last week.”

“Oh! Really?” - Sienna shuffled excitedly on her seat. - “And what happened?”

“We enjoyed it.” - Rei’s cheeks turned a shade pinker. - “We danced… got some drinks… kissed...” - her friend let out a squeal. - “It was good.” - a small smile turned her mouth upwards. - “He even accompanied me back home, but then I had to run back to the hospital…” - she frowned as she remembered what happened afterwards. Dolores Hudson. Little Ethan.

“Well, but you clearly enjoyed it! And, based on what you told me about what happened today, I’m pretty sure he cares for you, Rei. So, what’s the problem? You two had already made out a few many times in the supply closet, I know.” - the petite woman winked playfully to her friend, who groaned in embarrassment.

“But… it’s different. I mean, asking him on a date.” - her face went pale. - “I’ll have to flirt. Oh god.”

“Hm, yeah? This is basically what you do on a date? Why? What’s the problem?”

The problem was that Rei Sato had never been a great flirt. In fact, she kind of sucked at it.

Okay, she totally sucked at it.

She never knew what to say. What to do. Even when people flirted with her. “Was that glance a ‘hey, you seem nice, let’s talk’ type of glance of a ‘hey, you’re hot, let’s take our clothes off now’ one?". She never knew what they meant.

She had a few crushes growing up, but they never became anything more, and it never bothered her, really. She could count on one hand how many people she made out with in her whole life. And god knew how many times she had sex too: twice. And the first time was awful; they were both drunk and did it on a stall in a nightclub. Oh god, even remembering it made her cringe so hard. The second time was a bit better. They had privacy and were on a comfy bed. But he was her best friend. Things turned strange after it. And then they weren’t best friends anymore. Not even friends.

Anyway, to be honest, Rei Sato never cared much about it. About love and sex and that kind of stuff. Just thinking about it kind of made her nervous. She didn’t care anymore that she was 27 years old and had kissed only four people her whole life and had sex a couple of times. There was just one event here and there that she would look at someone and think ‘wow, this person is hot, I wouldn’t mind if they tore my clothes off’. It happened so sporadically that she just accepted that it was her nature and the way she was.

After she accepted it, things turned so much easier. She could finally stop creating fictional partners. She didn’t have to pretend she had fake crushes anymore.

It was handy that she didn’t have time for it too. Her life was entirely focused on saving other people’s lives. Rei always knew, since she was a little girl, that she wanted to be a doctor. It was her dream, her destiny, her goal, her wish, her everything.

But boy, oh boy, it wasn’t easy. There were times that she had almost given up. And, even though she apparently was a capable doctor - she still was an intern, but either way -, based on her impeccable report, Rei Sato still doubted herself, every single minute. Although she had always been one of the best students of her schools, Rei lacked confidence. What if she wasn’t good enough? What if she put some of her patients’ lives in danger again? What if one of her patients… died because of her inexperience?

And then, she started her internship at Edenbrook Hospital. Under her personal hero, Dr. Ethan Ramsey’s guidance. And with a bunch more of super capable and super confident - and super intimidating - interns. And everything felt like a competition; the majority of the other interns were always comparing between themselves who picked the toughest cases, who had treated the most patients. There were days when Rei felt like the job’s pressure and all that harshness between the hospital staff were so intense they were going to crush her.

...And today was one of those days. That made her want to throw it all away and fly back to Oregon, to her family.

The pressure was maddening.

...Rei'd never been a quitter. She had endured everything until now firmly and had never given up. She wasn't going to start doing that now.

...But she had to take a little break.

She walked down the hallway in a quick pace and only let out a relieved sigh when she found herself  alone and safe inside the supply closet, closing the door behind her. It wasn’t the ideal place for a break, but that was what she could have. A bit of fresh air would be nice, but she couldn’t leave the hospital, even for a couple minutes on the parking lot. What if one of her patients needed her? She had to stay inside that maze - she’d been working there for weeks now, but she still got lost - to know in case she was needed.

The intern took a few deep breaths, calming herself.

She knew it was going to be like that. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Then, why she just kept having breakdowns regularly?

...She was pathetic. She had to change. She had to stop whining and do something. If she really wanted to be a doctor, she had to become tougher--

“I knew I’d find you here.” - his voice sounded both calm and confident. Even before she turned to face him, she knew he was smirking.

Bryce Lahela always had that cocky smirk on his face.

“Yeah…” - she murmured, turning her face away and staring at a blind spot on the floor.

He calmly sat down by her side.

“You okay?” - the tone of his voice was low and genuine. And she somehow knew he was asking it because he truly cared, not just because he was just being polite.

“I’ll be.”

“Tough day, huh?”

“Yeah.” - they stayed in there, in the dark and tight supply closet, in silence, for a few minutes.

Bryce didn't force her to open up. He never did; he would just sit there and… wait. Until she opened up to him. It was always like that.

Eventually, she finally found the words to tell him what happened, as usual:

“Today… Ethan Hudson was taken.”

“The preeclampsia patient’s baby?” - she nodded to his question.

“Dolores… both her parents are gone and she didn’t have any siblings… and the kid’s father is out of scene. After a week in NIUC, he was finally discharged today and an adoption social worker came to take him. I’m glad that he’s alive and healthy, but…” - her frown deepened. - “He’s all alone. He’ll never get to grow up with the love of his mom… It’s not fair…” - she cut short in sobs.

"Hey, hey, hey." - Rei felt one of his strong arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer. Bryce didn't seem to care that her tears wetted his uniform. - "It's okay. He's going to be okay."

She sobbed for a few minutes, letting it all out, Bryce patiently rubbing her back up and down with his warm hand in a comforting move.

“And how are things with Dr. Ramsey, by the way?” - Bryce asked when she finally calmed down. He knew Rei had a rough start with the more experienced doctor.

“It’s getting better.” - she answered, wiping her tears off. - “He’s a good mentor.”

“I heard about this competition between the medical interns to know who’ll be Dr. Ramsey’s junior fellow in the diagnostics team.” - she nodded, with her forehead still laying on her knees. - “It must be feeling like a war zone between you.”

“You have no idea.” - she let out a heavy sigh. - “Everybody is this close to get into each other’s throats. People are working like crazy, competing to see who’s attending the more patients and all. I’ll be honest, it would be a great opportunity become Dr. Ramsey’s junior. But… I don’t know. I wish we didn’t have to fight like this. We should be helping curing people because that’s our profession, not because we want a promotion.”

“You’re one of a kind, Rei.” - Bryce murmured softly, and the woman immediately felt her cheeks flushing. Thankfully, it was dark in there and he couldn’t see her face. Well, that was what she hoped. - “And you know, it’s never too late to switch to the surgical interns team.”

Rei Sato laughed for the first time that day. She lifted her head and looked at him.

“Why are you always trying to get me to switch sides, Lahela? I’m not leaving internal medicine. If Jackie hear this, you bet she’ll beat you—”

“Maybe because I want to see you more frequently.” - he said softly, and Rei shut her mouth immediately. He had a serious expression on his face. Unconsciously, she held her breath when his hand brushed a strand of hair off her face.

Their faces were just inches apart when they suddenly heard the P.A. System’s voice echoing through the building. It was for none of them.

She immediately pulled out, her heart beating fast. The mood was gone.

Rei felt her face getting hotter by the memory of Bryce's face just inches from hers that afternoon, his big and warm hand cupping her face.

“You’re kidding me. You like that surfer bro?” - Jackie’s words immediately hit her.

Yes, she liked him. A lot.

There was something about that "scalpel jockey" - like Jackie would call him - that drew her to him. His dark, playful and magnetic eyes. That smirk… that at times would make her want to punch him and others kiss him until her head got dizzy. And god, that hair… And he was so ridiculously hot too.

But it wasn't just physical. She really liked his personality. She greatly admired that cocky and carefree attitude of his. She wished she had all that confidence and spontaneity.

She was so drunk on him. She was falling for Bryce Lahela.

It's not just all physical

I'm the type who won't get oh so critical

So let's make things physical

I won't treat you like you're oh so typical

“Oh I know! You could invite him to our apartment’s housewarming party on Saturday night!” - Sienna clasped her hands together, bringing Rei back. Uh, for how long she'd been zoning out?

“That… that would be nice. If he could go, I mean.” - Rei murmured and her friend nodded, with a satisfying grin.

“It’s settled! Now go talk to him!”

Rei looked down to the table, her eyes resting on the last tequila shot left untouched. Maybe she should have one more shot to boost her self-esteem. Just in case.

She drank the tequila in one swing - there, that should be enough - and left the booth she was sharing with Sienna and walked decisively towards the surgical interns, under her friend’s shouts of encouragement, with renewed confidence.

You got this, Rei.

I want you close, I want you

I won't treat you like you're typical

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[starry-eyed-svt]

The Florist and the Hit-man ~ Jungkook Mafia AU

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Mention of murder

Word Count: 3,542

Wow, okay hi. Haha it has been a minute. I was randomly hit with inspiration so I thought why not post? This was originally supposed to be a multi-chapter fic but I scrunched it into a scenario so I apologize if it is rushed. I am a bit rusty as well. My ask box is open so feel free to request! Without further adieu~

When I was a little girl I always explored the luxurious gardens in my neighborhood getting lost in the greenery and hiding when my mother would call me in for the night. So naturally when I grew up I learned the techniques of arranging flowers and learned the symbolism of the colors.

One of the best days of my life was the day I started my business as a florist. Over the last few years I have built a strong network of customers that grows by the day. I have a few employees that help out around holidays or with huge events like weddings.

Usually it is just me at the store though from a quarter to seven to begin prepping the shop and finishing last minute orders until closing at 7:00pm.

The day dragged on and I was looking forward to locking up. It was about 20 minutes to closing and I was wiping the counter when the doorbell rang.

"Hello." I greeted the customer.

He nodded his head in a greeting manner and walked around.  

He looked to be about my age with black hair and piercing dark brown eyes. His lips were in a flat line. He wore a black dress shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks.

"Let me know if you need any help." I said. He grunted in response.

He walked around perusing the store and I continued cleaning the counter.

I glanced at the clock and noticed the time had ticked away rather quickly.

"Excuse me sir, it is closing time. You may buy flowers if you would like but if not I am going to have to ask you to leave." I said in my best manager voice.

"Of course, sorry." He muttered and grabbed an arrangement of carnations and brought them to the counter.

"Who is the lucky lady?" I asked

"My mother." He muttered pulling out his wallet.

"Then you should go with this arrangement." I said grabbing another pot with the same flowers though they were different colors.

"What's the difference?" He asked quirking his eyebrow.

"The dark red ones you would buy for a lover, the light red ones symbolizes admiration." I explained.

"All the colors have different meanings?" He asked with a cute genuine curiosity in his voice.

"Yeah, they do."

"Nifty." He said.

"Uh that will be 8.99." I said and he handed me a 20 dollar bill.

I gave him his change and he took the arrangement.

"Have a good night."

"Thanks, you too. What is your name?"

"Y/N." I replied.

He smiled and exited the shop. My smile faltered as I realized he didn't tell me his name.

I finished cleaning the shop and went home.

The next time I saw the man again was a few nights after he first came in.

"Hello, Y/N." He greeted.

"Hey..." I trailed off.

"Jungkook." He said giving me his name.

"Did your mom like the flowers?" I asked.

"She did, that's why I'm here for more." He said. He walked around the shop and I shuffled around prepping for close.

"Hey, uh Y/N?" He asked.

"Yeah?" I questioned approaching him.

"What do these purple flowers signify?" He asked.

"Those are angelonia's. Purple is a symbol for: extravagance, creativity, wisdom, dignity and peace among other things." I said.

"My mother is wise. Would it be acceptable to give her these."

"Yes." I replied.

"Perfect, then that is what I will get."  

We walked to counter and he paid for the flowers.

"See you around." He smiled and ducked out of the shop.

The next time he came in was about a week later. Once again it was nearing the end of the day and he entered the shop. A fading bruise was present around his eye and a healing cut was on his lip.

"Are you okay?" I asked foregoing my usual greeting.

"I'm fine." He smiled, I noticed the small wince as he did so, "how are you?" He asked.

"I'm well thanks. Flowers for your mom?" I asked.

"Just looking." He replied.

I nodded and resumed putting together an order for first thing tomorrow morning.

"Why is it always just you closing up?" He suddenly asked. I looked up at him and caught him studying me.

"I have a few employees with flexible schedules, they usually help out for major holidays like Valentine's or Mother's day. Or when we are preparing for a wedding. But it is usually slow at night so I close up alone." I replied.

"Wait is this your business?" He asked and I nodded, "that is amazing. How long have you been open?" He asked.

"About three years now." I said.

"That is awesome." He gave me a sweet smile then continued looking around.

"Would you like help closing up?" He asked.

"Oh no, I'm fine." I said.

"Too bad." He said and found the broom and began sweeping the lobby. I bit back a huge grin as I turned off the open sign and locked the doors.

I shut down the registers and put the money in the safe before helping Jungkook clean the lobby and make sure the flowers were all put away in a colder environment.

Jungkook and I exited the shop and I made sure the doors were locked.

"Thanks for helping me." I said.

"It was fun." He grinned.

"I guess I will see you around?" I questioned.

"Yeah, how about I walk you home though it is a bit sketchy in this neighborhood." He said.

"Oh yeah, I would appreciate that. I heard the mafia and gangs are growing back again." I said.

"Yeah. I heard that too.." He replied.

We made small talk getting to know one another better as we walked to my apartment that was close by.

We bid each other a good night and he was on his way.

Jungkook began coming around each night to help me close and goof off a bit.

We began growing closer yet it hit me I still didn't know too awfully much about him.

"What do you do for a living?" I asked one night as we shuffled around the shop cleaning it up.

Jungkook visibly tensed at the question.

"I work for a finance company." He said avoiding my eyes.

"Oh really? I didn't expect you to work with money- I mean I should have assumed you usually are dressed nicely." I rambled on.

"Yeah, kinda shocked me too." He said.

"So what do you do there?" I asked.

"Um I'm more of an errand boy for the higher ups. It's small company though so it isn't too bad." He said.

"Cool, that sounds like a pretty nice job." I said.

Jungkook silently continued cleaning the windows.

As we walked back to my apartment in a comfortable silence I had an idea, I wasn't too sure where it came from but I couldn't stop the rambling that came from my mouth.

"So um, I don't have a lot to offer but as a thanks would you like to come in for dinner?" I asked. Jungkook stayed silent a moment checking his watch, "I mean like of course only if you wanted, you don't have to-"

"I would love to." He chuckled.

"Oh great, well all I really have to offer is ramen with an egg at the moment." I said.

"That sounds perfect to me." Jungkook smiled.

The two of us entered my small apartment.

"Make yourself at home." I said and went to the kitchen.

Jungkook followed suit and leaned against the counter as I got out my ramen pot and a couple packages of ramen.

"You have a nice little apartment." Jungkook commented.

"Thanks, it's not much but it works," I said putting some water on to boil; "do you live around here?" I asked.

"Yeah, it isn't too far. I have a couple roommates though." He said.

"Oh really? Friends from school or did you meet because you guys needed roommates?" I asked.

"I've known them basically my whole life." He answered.

"That's way cool that you've all managed to keep in touch and get to live together."

"Yeah." He replied.

I finished making the ramen and we chatted about random things we had in common.

We were almost done with dinner when his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his slacks pocket and looked to see who was calling.

"Pardon." He said standing up and heading to my kitchen.

I could faintly hear his conversation considering how close the table was to the kitchen but I found it rude to listen in, so I tuned him out.

A few minutes later he came back to the table.

"I hate to dine and dash but I have a meeting to attend." He said as he gripped the back of the chair he previously sat in.

My brows furrowed in confusion.

"At nearly 9 o'clock at night?" I asked.

"It's an international call with our sister company in London." He said.

"Ah I see. No worries. Hope you don't have to work too late. Thanks for eating dinner with me, sorry it wasn't much."

"I enjoyed it. I.." He started, "I enjoy your company." He smiled in a bashful manner.

"I enjoy your company as well, Jungkook." I smiled.

I got up and he followed me as I unlocked the door.

"See you around, Y/N." He smiled.

"See ya." I said and shut the door after he left the apartment.

I happily cleaned up our mess and went to bed excited where things might be going with Jungkook.

The next day was busy from the second I unlocked the doors. I had a few different couples come in looking for pricing on their dream arrangements for their weddings.

It was just about lunch time and it was finally slowing down when a man entered the shop.

"Welcome, let me know if you need anything." I smiled.

The man looked at me, he had mint green hair and small eyes that looked to be in a perminate glare.

"Are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?" He asked in a low voice.

"Yes, who are you?" I asked. My stomach began twisting nervously.

"A friend of Jungkook's." He said. My head tilted slightly confused.

"Oh.. He's not here. I can tell him you stopped by." I said.

"No need. I'm not here to see him. I'm here to see you." He stated.

"Why?" I asked growing increasingly anxious.

"Jungkook isn't who you think he is. He isn't a good guy, if you wanna stay safe as well as keep your parents and little brother safe I suggest you remove yourself from his life."

"Is... Is that a threat?" I asked softly.

"I'm not the bad guy. If it was this easy for me to find where Jungkook has been running off to, imagine what someone else who isn't on our side who might want to do unspeakable things to you would do." He finished.

I blinked a few times trying to register what he said.

"Are you asking me to remove myself from Jungkook's life?" I asked.

"That's up to you sweetheart. I'm just giving you a warning of what kind of life you would lead with him." He shrugged.

I couldn't even reply as I absorbed his words.

"Well I best be going. And if you do decide to dump him don't mention my visit. I'm not in the mood for a fight." The man said and exited the shop.

I skipped lunch and immersed myself into work to try and ease the thought of the vague threat that was given to me.

I impatiently waited for closing time to come. I was sorely disappointed when Jungkook didn't show up.

I had most of the shop cleaned up when I caught a glimpse of Jungkook passing by. He was in black jeans a black zip up hoodie and and a black hat.

"That's odd." I mumbled to myself.

I exited the flower shop and locked it quickly.

I don't know what my plan was but I began following him. If he noticed me following him he didn't let on.

After a while he finally ducked into an alley. I placed my back on the the building and I thought of my options. I can look into the alley and have him jump out and tell me his friend's ominous warning was a joke. Or I could walk away and pretend I hadn’t even seen him.

I wish to whatever entity is up there I hadn't looked around the corner.

My eyes widened as I watched the man I grew to have feelings for shoot a man at point blank.

I clamped my hand over my mouth as I laid back against the wall again.

My heart hammered against my chest and I waited for it to calm down.

That didn't just happen. It couldn't have.

I craned my neck around once more and sure enough Jungkook kneeled over the body checking for a pulse.

I turned and I ran, I ran until I couldn't run. I numbly walked the rest of the way to my apartment.

When I got there I didn't bother undressing. I laid on my bed and thought of the small hints here and there.

A finance company, what kind?

A meeting at 9 o'clock at night.

His lovely friend who dropped by...

Now this.

Is he apart of the mafia?

My sweet Jungkook who I know so little about.

I couldn't stop the tears or the sobs that racked through my body.

I didn't remember falling asleep but waking up was a treat as my head pounded as if I had downed a pack of beer.

I contemplated having one of my employees run the shop today but there was too much I needed to do personally.

So I sluggishly got ready and made my way to the shop. I had to use my best customer service voice and give my best smile.

I usually looked forward to the last half an hour or so of work but today I dreaded it.

Did he know I followed him? Was I going to die? Would my family pay for my nosy ways?

The bell chimed indicating someone came in.

"Evening, Y/N."

I looked up from the supremely clean spot on the counter I had been scrubbing while spaced out for a good five minutes.

"Hey." I replied.

"Sorry I couldn't stop by last night. We had a long meeting at work." He said.

Yeah. Meeting. Is that code for murder?

"No worries." I smiled softly and continued cleaning the counter.

Jungkook began perusing the store rather than grabbing the broom.

After a little bit he brought an arrangement of carnations over.

"You goof, dark red is for lovers remember." I said giving him a look doing my best to forget that just 24 hours ago I watched him murder someone in cold blood.

"I know, these aren't for my mom." He said.

An odd pang of sadness hit me. Though I should be glad he may take himself out of my life so I don't have to.

"Oh, nice. I hope the recipient of the flowers likes them." I smiled as we exchanged cash.

"I hope so too." He says.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked.

"Well, these flowers are for you." He said picking up the arrangement and handing it to me.

My heart beat picked up and my head tilted slightly.

"What?" I was confused. I deduced he hadn't seen me yesterday. Or he was buttering me up before the slaughter.

"I like you, Y/N. A lot. I have never felt this way about another human being. You make me happy and remind me of the goodness in the world. So these are for you because I would like to take you out on date." Jungkook said.

I finally took the flowers from his hands and let go of a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"If you don't feel the same I understand." Jungkook suddenly said and I realized I hadn't said anything.

"I like you too." I finally said aloud admitting it not to just him but myself.

Jungkook gave me a toothy grin.

"Really?" He asked and I nodded.

"So can I pick you up tomorrow night for dinner?" He asked.

"Yes, I would love that." I smiled.

"Perfect. I can't stay tonight to help clean but I will be by tomorrow to help close up and then we can go to dinner." He said.

"Sounds good. See you tomorrow, Jungkook."

"See you tomorrow." He grinned and left the shop.

My feelings were jumbled. On one hand I really liked Jungkook. The slightly mysterious finance worker who helped me close my shop and became a real good friend.

On the other hand, I watched him murder someone.

But I had this calming feeling in the back of my mind that he wouldn't hurt me.

I didn't say anything. We went to dinner and the date was successful. We had a few more dates before we officially decided to be a couple.

Despite my knowledge of his involvement of what I presume to be the mafia, we acted as a normal couple.

Lately though I have been seeing him less and less. More "meetings" he had to attend to.

There were rumors going around that a bunch of mafia families were in the middle of a war over territory. Of course the paid off police and politicians turned a blind eye to the increase of violence and illegal activities.

I sat in my living room as the night wore on. A glass of red wine barely touched.

I was brought out of my thoughts as a light knock came from the door.

I got up and checked the peephole.

Jungkook stood in front of my door with his hands in his pockets.

I opened my door and he greeted me with a bittersweet smile. I let him in and he made his way to couch.

"What's up?" I asked sitting next to him.

His elbows were placed on his legs at he sat slightly hunched over with his face in his hands.

"Y/N.."  He started.

"Yes?"

Jungkook took a deep sigh, he stood up and paced a little bit before standing across from me between the tv and coffee table.

"We should stop seeing each other." He finally said.

My heart dropped. But I understood. His friends warning, I am collateral damage.

"I'm just super busy with work so I don't have much time to give you. I'm not a good person." He said

"I know." I replied.

He looked at me with a baffled expression.

"What?" He asked.

"I know."

"About..?" He questioned.

"The day before you confessed... I uh saw you walk past the shop and I followed you. I shouldn't have, but I did. And I watched you..." I couldn't say the words, "don't worry though, I won't tell anyone." I said.

Jungkook hung his head ashamed.

"You were the last pure thing in my life and I couldn't even protect you from the monster that I am." He mumbled. He took another deep sigh.

"The rumors going around the city are true. I can't really tell you much more but it is bad. And I can't afford to.. I can't drag you into this."

"I understand." I said.

I watched as Jungkook walked toward my door.

I stood up and followed slowly.

"Why did you accept my feelings and pretend you hadn't seen what you did?" He asked as his hand stayed firm on the door handle.

"Because I fell in love with you." I replied.

Jungkook turned around and took my face in his hands and kissed me with so much passion.

I returned the kiss and wrapped my arms around him tightly.

We kissed until we couldn't breath. Jungkook pulled away and left without another word.

I poured the rest of my wine down the sink and laid down.

I text one of my employees and asked if they could run things tomorrow.

I closed my eyes and nodded off into nothingness.

After Jungkook left my apartment that night I hadn't seen nor heard from him. It was like he disappeared into thin air. Did he really exist or did my lonely mind concoct this elaborate story to distract me from my mundane life as a florist.

It was about a half an hour to closing after an extremely exhausting day.

I swept the lobby and prayed a customer didn't come in.

Fate is a funny thing and likes to tease you even when you're at your wits end.

The doorbell rang indicating a customer had entered. I didn't look up as I gave my usual greeting. The customer didn't say anything. Great I'm going to get robbed.

"I'm buying flowers for an old friend, her favorite flowers are the forget-me-not's."

My heart pounded in my chest as I looked up at the man whose face was starting to fade from my mind.

He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back.

Sen~

[daysofourlies]

let me tell you a story. of the night I realized I wanted to die. I’ve never told anyone this. so consider yourself lucky.

but let’s rewind time a few weeks.

my roommate was gone. visiting his boyfriend out of town. it was just me. myself. and my bottles of wine. and champagne. yes, plural.

it was a weekend. where our complex was typically empty. our college town was just that. a college town. not much happened on the weekends. if you even stayed on the weekends.

music was rattling the house. I was dancing in my lingerie. and robe. “babe” hat on. when you saw me put that outfit on. you knew to be prepared. it was like my superhero costume. Macy Jo was no longer there. but it was still me.

I was wasted. so gone. but I was having the most fun I think I had had in months. probably almost a year. I absolutely loved myself. who I was. and was lucky to be me. and lucky to be alive. my life was perfect.

I was jumping on the couch. sliding down the stairs. using the porch as a stage. and the column as a pole. I made a bubble bath. and grilled a cheeseburger at 3am. nothing could ruin this night. my life. was. perfect.

I was considered Regina George. in my friend group. you know. the head b*tch. it was my call what we did. it was my way or no way. I made the decisions for us all.

I was wanted. I had my list of guys to play. but it wasn’t even worth it. I was too great alone. no one deserved this.

I was top in my class. I ran my department. and became president of the clubs. I mentored underclassman.

suddenly I felt sick. I went down. quick. maybe if I put my costume back on. and drank my wines. and champagnes. maybe I’ll bounce back.

f*ck this lingerie. you ugly b*tch. take that robe off. you’re not Paris Hilton. or Kim K. a hat? a joke. chug the alcohol and get some real sh*t. there was that pack of cigs in the kitchen. go get that.

the next few days ran together. I think I slept through them all. weeks were a blur. I heard my roommate come in today. or was that yesterday? idk I’m going back to bed. do these blackout curtains get any darker? when was the last time I ate? I don’t deserve to eat. feel that pain b*tch. go puke some more. as if something will come up.

god, will my phone stop making noises. my group chat is going crazy. Regina got hit by a bus. leave me alone. I went off. ending all friendships. who knows what I said. my email said if I missed one more class I was dropped. another email said my underclassman was failing. lol good. welcome to it.

my parents got worried. driving two hours to save me. they knocked on the door and I shut it right back on them. fine, come in. sit on the couch for a while. I’ve got priorities upstairs in my room. they yelled. and left. byeeeeeeee.

take me away. like, why am I even bothering? let me try more witchcraft. maybe that’ll save me.

it was Tuesday night. how long has it been you ask? since I loved myself that night? who knows. but tonight. I see that Victoria Secret bag. full of all of the medicine that I’ve saved up. antidepressants. sleeping aids. and pain killers. birth control. even numbing liquids. there’s no way. that this wouldn’t do the trick. the sleep aids. and antidepressants alone. could do enough. but might as well pop ‘em all and peace out.

I don’t have a child. I didn’t have nieces or nephews. I was single af. guys only wanted me for my body. that I wouldn’t give them. the love of my life. is about to be on that husband status. and I am friendless. my parents have lived without me before. they can do it again. my sister has her husband. losing a sister won’t keep her from living. I was failing school. the one thing I had going for me. but lmao what am I gunna do when I graduate? not sh*t. you can’t do anything with this degree in KY. and who do I look like moving? I’ve hated myself since I was a teenager. and it’s only getting worse. these scars on my arm? from my favorite blade. is taking a backseat. because we are grown. and we don’t play.

as I poured the bottles on my freshly made bed. opening my cake batter vodka. and mixing the liquid. I took my first shot. and second. popping the sleeping aids first. then I hesitated. are you ready for the gag? the actual comical joke. the reason that I poured the rest of my cocktail down the drain. and placed my medicine. back in the shopping bag........ my gd dog. the thought of not coming this weekend. and her wondering why. she’s a human. my best friend. she would be confused. she would be waiting at the window. she would get sick. like she always does when I’m away too long.

of all the things............ my health. my family. my friendless friends. my education. and future possibilities. none of that phased me. but my freaking dog? that was the reason I stopped? God, you’re hilarious. what a turn of events.

I can’t say I was healed. hell, it took almost a year to fix me. and today I’m still sick. but here I am. almost four years later. laying in my bed. with my sweet guardian angel. with a peaceful mind. a grateful heart. and a life that is finally perfect. positivity overwhelms me. and though my darkness finds me. I let it take it’s toll. then move on. because I now have a nephew. I have best friends. my parents need me. my sister wants to be around me. I’m single. but my man is out there. my future. is out there.

I may not be where I want to be. or thought I would be. but I’m here. and that’s what matters. I’ve made plans. that I haven’t gotten to experience. I have stories. that I will have to tell. I feel so strongly. for so many things. and need to express those emotions. to those I love. and never stop. because what if they are mixing their cocktail as we speak? I need them. just like they need me. and if today is the last day we will speak. if we won’t be able to share the memories. that I am patiently waiting to live. with them. then I will say it as many times as I can. until they hear me. and until their guardian angel saves them too.

[elevenhoursinfront-blog]

21st June 2017

Our stupid, inconsiderate roommate (that I think is German) came in around midnight last night and turned the light on. Steve has the switches by his head so he turned them off straight away. The German guy turned them back on. At this point, he woke me up. I sat up and Steve got angry. Steve shouted at him "What you doing? It's the middle of the night and people are sleeping. We've got work in the morning". The German guy replied "if you want to sleep, shut your eyes. I need to pack my bag". Steve said "You should have done it earlier on during the day!" (insert plenty f words). I shouted out "Just let him do it" to save any fights. Steve told him he had 10 minutes before he switches it off again. The guy finished packing after 6 minutes according to Steve who actually timed him. It took me quite some time to get back to sleep after that. I don't understand how you can turn the light on whilst people are sleeping during the night. Rude man. We both eventually got back to sleep. Steve's days off this week are Tuesday and Wednesday although he was meant to be working. He's got a heavy weekend where he's working 0700-1500 Friday morning and then starts nights Friday night at 2359-0900. Same Saturday. He's dreading trying to sleep during the day in a hostel but I'm going to put signs up as stupid as that sounds. I got up and got ready for work. Steve came down for breakfast with me and I left for work shortly after. It was cold and raining outside, particularly dark still too. I got to work hoping my computer would be set up so I could start learning properly. I learn by doing 70% and watching 30%. My computer wasn't ready (shock) so again, I was watching others work. I started taking loads of notes and highlighting things in my new notepad. I love a good bit of stationary, especially when it's free... Around 1030 I got a text from Vicki - Emma's farm work boss. She had said that there were two positions available for Steve and I starting August 14th. I was absolutely buzzing! I couldn't wait to leave, I wanted to go now! I text Steve straight away. We will be living in Cardwell which is just below Cairns and above Townsville, Queensland. How exciting! We will need to book flights soon. It got to lunch time and I was bored as anything. I was struggling to keep my eyes open. Data entry is boring enough as it is, let alone when you're watching someone else do it. Why am I here? Steve text me to say he was downstairs and that we was going to have lunch together. You should've seen the smile on my face! We walked to Subway as that was the only place I liked the look of. There were plenty and I mean plenty, of Asian restaurants around but I'm just not adventurous. We sat in subway eating our lunch discussing the farm. There are two possible hostels we can stay in - The Kookaburra (where emma stayed) or Cardwell Central. The K is more hectic, more party party and slightly more expensive. That's where we're most likely to stay. 1330 came around quickly and he walked me back to work. Steve was going to ring the hostels and get quotes when he got in. We will be living in our own room for $125 a week which is so cheap. Hopefully, we will save enough money to complete what we want to do before we go home. I spent the afternoon watching Kayly. By 1530, someone came round to say I had a log in. How exciting... If it worked. After about 15 minutes, we managed to get me into a computer. I was able to go through a few examples which was nice. I finished at 1700 but I was told I can go home at 1600 if I wanted. I stayed because I wanted the money, obviously. I can see this job being hit and miss with hours. I got to the ground floor and walked through the lobby. Steve was sitting there waiting to walk me home. He's so lovely. We got home after 15 minutes and I got my stuff sorted for a shower. Hair wash day unfortunately. After my shower, Steve and I went downstairs to have dinner. Sophie and Mel were already there so we chatted for a while. Dan came over too. We were discussing farm work as Mel, Dan and Megan want farm work too. I'm just so relived that Steve and I got accepted for it so we don't have to worry. Vicki text me to say our induction is on 14th August so we will need our tax file number, visa number and bank details. We would have to wear cool comfortable clothes and closed in shoes. We are so excited! Steve is worried about the snakes and spiders but I'm just trying not to think about it. I'm hoping that it'll make me brave when I go back home... After dinner, we sat with Mel on the computers trying to find her farm work numbers to ring including the one we're on. We spent a couple of hours chatting away, sorting stuff out. Steve tried to sort out a plan for us which is looking good: End of July finish work and leave Melbourne. One week holiday in Tasmania. One week holiday in Cairns. Go to the farm. Yay! I am so ready for some sun! Around 2130, I went upstairs to dry the rest of my hair and straighten it. Steve came up with me. Our room was empty, only us and Michael were booked in for it. Just how we like it. We've got Michael on Facebook now so we will be able to stay in contact when he or we leave. The road works started at 2200 again. It's so loud and we're on the 10th floor. I'm never going to live in the city, I'm not a city person. I enjoy quiet places with loads of grass and nothing convenient in the vicinity. We shut the windows and I put my construction ear plugs in so hopefully I'll be able to sleep. I am getting very tired because of all this though. I can't wait to have my own room at the farm. It's only $5 extra so I'm happy to pay that. It's a plain room with only a bed in but that's all I need. Everyone goes to bed around 9 when you're farming as it's manual labour. I'll be in the shed packing bananas and steve will be humping them. It sounds weird (very weird) but that's what it's called when you chop them down and carry them. After about 10 minutes of extreme digging outside, I managed to fall asleep. I will hear those reversing beeps in my sleep for years to come. Beep beep beep beep.

[thelastspeecher]

Ok, for the de-aging prompt. How about Stanley after he was de-aged by the axolotl, in a world where they couldn't reverse it and he has to grow up again. Can have any characters and any age, just something like that with Stan living in that world. Where the Mcguckets are raising him up?

(For people who might be a bit confused by the scenario, it refers to this adorable fanart/fanfic thing. I put most of it under the cut for length.  At the end, there’s a few notes about things I think happen with this AU of an AU.)

August, 1971 – Gumption

              “Here.”  Pa McGucket slid Stan apiece of paper.  Stan picked it up andfrowned.

               “What is this?”

               “Official adoption papers,” MaMcGucket said.  Stan squinted at the nameon it.

               “‘Banjomin Stanley McGucket’,”he read aloud.  “What- why are youchanging my name?”

               “Well, we’ve been tellin’ folksthat yer a distant relative, so we figured it’d be easiest to just…continuegoin’ that route.  An’ it seems cruel tocompletely change yer name, so we kept the ‘Stanley’ in there fer ya.”

               “…Thanks.”

               “I know this ain’t the bestsituation, hon,” Ma McGucket said, beginning to stroke his back gently.  “But it’s what we got to do, since thataxolotl wouldn’t listen to us.”

               “Yeah…”

               “We also wanted to let ya knowthat we won’t force ya to go back to kindergarten or anythin’,” Pa McGucketsaid.  “We won’t degrade ya.  But ya will be gettin’ some lessons from us,to make sure ya don’t lose any skills.”  

               “And when ya get a bit older, itmight be nice fer ya to start up again. Just to be socializin’ with folks,” Ma McGucket added.  Angie walked into the kitchen.  

               “Good mornin’, y’all.  What’s goin’ on?” she asked cheerfully.  She ruffled Stan’s hair.

               “Stan’s officially adopted,” MaMcGucket said.  Angie beamed.

               “Good.”

               “You’re just happy you’re notthe youngest anymore,” Stan grumbled.

               “That’s a bonus, that’s fersure,” Angie conceded.  “But I’m alsoglad that no folks’ll be takin’ ya away from us.”  She shrugged. “An’ like the axolotl said, it’s a chance to start over.  Have a good childhood.  Gumption’s a nice place to grow up, lil bro.”

               “If ya say so,” Stan saidquietly.  Angie grinned at him.

               “Would ya listen to that!  Yer already turnin’ southern!”

               “…Great.”

—– 

November, 1971 – Gumption

               Stan stared at Violynn’s oldestchild, a girl named Layla.  She staredback resolutely.

               “Are they havin’ a starin’contest or somethin’?” one of the older McGucket siblings asked quietly.  Stan was still figuring out how to tell themall apart, but it seemed like it was probably Harper who had spoken.  He was the most talkative.

               “I’m not sure,” someone elsesaid.  “Stan?”  Stan looked up.  It was Angie. She sat down next to him.  “Uh,are ya goin’ to talk to Layla?”

               “Dunno,” Stan said.  Angie cracked a half-smile.

               “At least yer honest.  Stan, ya need to socialize with some folksyer own age, okay?”

               “But-”

               “I know,” Angie saidsoftly.  “But Ma and Pa think it’ll begood fer ya.”  She rubbed Stan’s back ina reassuring manner.  “An’ look at itthis way.  Socializin’ don’t always meantalkin’.  Ya can go play with thechickens together, or do some colorin’, or even watch television.”  Someone cleared their throat.  “Okay, Violynn don’t like the last one.  But the first two are options.  Spend some time with Layla.  She’s a sweetie.”  Layla beamed at the compliment.

               “Okay,” Stan mumbled.  

               “Thank ya, Stanley.”  Angie watched Stan stand up, grab Layla’shand, and lead her back to his room.

               “He’s a bit of an odd duck, ain’the?” Basstian said idly.  Angie sighed.

               “Don’t act like that,Basstian.  He’s been through a lot.”

               “Yeah, uh, how are we related to him?” Harper asked.  “He doesn’t really look like a Guckling.”

               “He was some sort of cousin,then Ma and Pa adopted him,” Lute replied.

               “Stan is a bit strange though, ya got to admit,” Violynn saidgently.  

               “Everyone in our fam’ly is a bit strange,” Lute pointed out.  Violynn smiled.

               “Touché,” she said.  Lute exchanged a look with Angie.  The two youngest McGuckets hadn’t been verypleased with the decision to hide who Stan really was from their oldersiblings, but they had to admit it was easier than the truth.  

               “Fidds was precocious like that,”Harper said.  “Y’know, kinda mature ferhis age an’ all that.  Maybe he’ll be anengineer, too.”

               “I don’t know if bein’ aprecocious child means yer destined to be an engineer,” Fiddleford said.  “But I agree that Stan has a lot ofpotential.”

—– 

December, 1971 – Gumption

               “So, you have five siblings?”Ford asked Fiddleford as they walked towards the McGucket house.

               “Six,” Fiddleford corrected.

               “Oh.  But the picture you have-”

               “My folks recently adopted oneof my distant cousins.  Banjomin.  But we call him Stan, ‘cause that’s hismiddle name.”

               “Ah,” Ford said quietly,deciding to keep his thoughts about people named “Stan” to himself.  Fiddleford opened the door.

               “Fidds, is that you?” a southernfemale voice called from somewhere inside the house.

              “Yessir!” he replied. Fiddleford pointed at a small basket nextto the door. “Put yer shoes in there, please.”

              “Ah, so this is one of thosehouses.” Fiddleford snorted.

              “We’re in the kitchen!” the same voice from before shouted.

              “Okay!” Fiddleford called back.

               Ford followed Fiddleford intothe kitchen.  Sitting at the table doinghomework was a teenaged girl Ford recognized from Fiddleford’s pictures as hisyounger sister.  Next to her was a youngchild, busily scribbling away at a coloring book.

               “That looks mighty nice, Stan,” Fiddleford’syounger sister said kindly.

               “Thanks,” the child said.  “I’m experimentin’ with palettes.”  There was a definite twang to his voice.  Fiddleford’s sister chuckled.

               So that’s the adopted brother. Fiddleford cleared his throat. His sister looked up, beaming.

               “It’s so good to see ya again,Fidds!” she chirped.  “An’ this must beyer roommate?”

               “Yep,” Fiddlefordconfirmed.  He pushed Ford gently towardsthe table.  When he was close enough,Ford held out a hand.

               “I’m Angie,” the girl said, shakingthe offered hand.

               “Stanford Pines, but I go byFord.”  The child sitting next to Angiestilled.  Ford crouched down until he wasthe child’s eye-height, something he had picked up watching Fiddleford interactwith children.  “Hello, your name is Banjomin,right?”  The child looked up at him withblazing eyes.  

               He looks almost like a Pines child.

               “Go to hell, Sixer,” Stan saidin a high-pitched, clear voice.

—– 

January, 1982 – Gravity Falls

               “I keep forgetting you looklike…that,” Ford said weakly, staring at his 16 year old twin.  Stan shrugged.  “How did you drive all the way from Arkansasto Oregon without anyone stopping you? You’re a teenager.”  Stan shruggedagain.  “Right.  Well, uh, come in.  Thank you for agreeing to help me.”

               “Eh.  Not like I had anythin’ better to do.”

               And after that, everything justwent downhill.  

               Stan sat at the kitchen tablenow, staring at the thick book in his hands, trying to focus on itsweight.  Trying to ignore the burningpain in his shoulder.  It was no use.  Tears streamed down his face.

               I-I can’t do this.  I’m just-just some dumb kid.  Sixteen fuckin’years old.  He looked at the phone onthe wall and walked over to it.  Hisfingers numbly pressed buttons.  Thephone picked up on the second ring.

               “This is Angie McGucket.”  

               “A-Angie,” Stan sobbed.  There was a rustle over the line.

               “Stan?  Is everythin’ okay?”

               “N-No.  I fucked up. I fucked up big time.  B-bad.  I- I-” He couldn’t force out any more words.

               “Okay, where are ya?” Angieasked.

               “G-Gravity F-Falls.”

               “In Oregon?”  Stan nodded, then realized she couldn’t seehim.

               “Y-yeah.”

               “Okay.  Are ya in a safe location?”

               “F-Ford’s research place.”

               “All right, I know where thatis.  Stay there.  Don’t leave. I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay lil bro?”

               “‘K-kay.”

Notes:

Stan does end up going to school again, but only when he’s the age to be in 5th or 6th grade.  Ma and Pa McGucket don’t want him to lose a lot of his school skills.

Stan actually does pretty well in school, because Ma and Pa McGucket fight tooth and nail to make sure his needs are met (in this AU, he’s got a learning disability).

The longer Stan stays de-aged, the more he becomes mentally de-aged.  It’s the whole “mind is a plaything of the body” trope thing.  But he never completely regresses.  He just seems to be a fairly precocious child.

Ma and Pa McGucket raise him right.  He has a good second childhood, and more loving family members than he knows what to do with.

Yes, even though Stan is 16 in 1982 now, Ford still calls him and shit goes down with the portal. 

When Angie gets to Gravity Falls, Stan insists that he wants to stay there to find a way to bring Stan back.  Angie sends him back to Gumption to finish high school, but she also effectively takes over the shack.  

Once Stan graduates from high school, he comes back to Gravity Falls, and he and Angie work on the portal together.

This is a Dangie AU.  Angie marries Manly Dan and is Wendy’s mom.  I’m handwaving the age gap for the most part.  Maybe Angie does some research on Stan’s “condition” and combines it with Ford’s work, something goes wrong, and she gets turned 20-something when she’s 30-something.

This is also a Portal Angie AU.  While working on the portal with Stan, it turns on by accident at some point and Angie goes through.  

I’m sure other things happen, but that’s what I’ve got right now.  I’m always down to chat about AUs though, so if anyone else has any thoughts, send ‘em my way.

[philanddanxreader]

Two cute neighbours.

Hello, love bugs!! Dan x reader Warnings-fluff, kisses. Also, swears because Dan

1887 words yo, Its a long one.

hi !! i love your writing soooo I was wondering if u could do a dan x reader where the reader moves in next door to dan n Phil n the reader has an emotional support dog (preferably a mini chocolate lab) n dan n Phil loooooove the dog n it’s cute n fluffy !! then it time skips to when dan n the reader are dating n the reader tells dan why they have the support dog (anxiety n panic attacks) n dan is supportive n its just cuuuuuuuuuuttttteeee –anonymous

“Dan!” Phil practically screams as he runs up the stairs.

“What, are you okay?” Dan says jumping from his couch crease to make sure poor Philly isn’t to hurt.

“We have the two cutest new neighbors ever!” Phil announces. Coming face to face with Dan on the landing.

“Phil!” Dan moans putting extra emphasis on his part. “I thought that fucking aliens were outside. Christ!” Dan says walking back into the living room.

“But Dan you don’t understand,” Phil says smiling. “One is possibly the prettiest girl I have ever seen. The other is the prettiest brown lab I have ever seen.” Phil recounts as he moves into the living room staring down at Dan trying to make a point.

 "Prettiest girl ever?“ Dan questions as Phil nods his head in agreement. “Well, I suppose we should be gentlemen and go see if the two of them need help moving in,” Dan says closing his laptop.

 “Exactly! Phil agrees nodding his head. "It’s the right thing to do.” Both boys do a quick fringe check before heading down towards the new tenets in the building.

As the boys head down the stairs it was pretty easy to spot the new neighbors. The beautiful new puppy neighbor was sitting in the hall never far from his owner. You could tell that the pup was over the whole moving thing and just wanted his bed and toys to be unpacked already. The boys could hear the faint sound of a female voice talking to themselves. Phil decided to make the first move. "Hello?” Phil says knocking on the half-open door. This peaked the interest of the dog who decided to go his owner and make sure everything was all right.

“Hello?” Came your soft voice from up the small flight of stairs. 

“Hi, my name is Dan and this is my roommate Phil. We are your new neighbors.” Dan has his signature smile on his face, making you feel instantly welcomed. 

“Hello, I mean, Ugh. My name is y/n.” stupid nerves. Two cuties come to your door to introduce themselves and not only that but the boys are non other than Dan Howell and Phil Lester. Stupid, god they probably already think your some sort of freak who can’t even introduce themselves properly.

Thankfully Phil interrupts the train of self-deprecating thoughts with a question. “Can I pet your dog? I know he’s working and all but if I could even give him a little pat.” How adorable. The only difference between Phil and a child asking for permission is that Phil isn’t bouncing from one foot to the other waiting for your answer.

“Absolutely! It’s about time he comes over and introduces himself. Hey.” You pause looking at the pup who was so over this whole moving into a new place thing. “ Finnegan, You’re making me look like a bad dog mummy. Come here and say hello.” This seemed to be enough encouragement to come over and meet the new friends. “Sorry, he is so used to people from when I was in school he just finds everyone a bit dull. I’m not saying the two of you are dull. Oh god.” Your cheeks instantly flush. 

“It’s fine we understand,” Dan says giving you another reassuring smile. Thank the stars above that the two of them understand awkwardness.

Phil was instantly kneeling by Finnegan giving him a ton of love.”

“Looks like you have a new friend Phil.” Dan was also reaching for the dogs head for a small pet. Phil, of course, missed the comment because he was honestly to involved with literally hugging the soft brown pup. 

“Well, I’m glad he likes you. To be honest he sometimes doesn’t like men.” Could you be weirder? Just smile and wave.

“We are too!” Phil says muffled into fur. “We did come here to see if you needed any help moving in.” Finally, Phil stands up towering over you once again.

“Actually I do need help with my dresser. You don’t mind, right?”

“Not at all. let’s see what we can do. With that, the three of you managed to get all the big furniture pieces into their new home.

After about an hour of moving it was decided that everyone should take a small break. 

“I honestly can’t thank you guys enough. I owe you both so please let me buy you some pizza and drinks as a small payment of my gratitude.” You had all been sitting in your mix matched living room relaxing while just hanging out.

“I don’t think I’m against a slice or two,” Phil says thinking about just mentioned food. 

“I am also in. Do you want to come over to our place? We have plates that are unpacked. Plus we can do the dishes so you don’t have to worry about more cleaning after just moving in.” Dan is the literal sweetest. 

“I think we can arrange that.” You have the greatest new neighbors ever. 

The evening was absolutely wonderful. You honestly had for once in a very long time didn’t feel any worry. You felt like a free person who didn’t have to worry about being judged or unwanted. This became your new regular. Every chance you had your and  Finnegan were over at your neighbor’s flat.

Dan and yourself had started to become inseparable. Over the month of hanging out you had both learned so much about each other. If the two of you weren’t together you were talking on every media platform. Twitter was the place that you sent each other funny meme’s Snap chat was the absolute ugliest photos of each other. Both of you had screenshotted enough incriminating evidence to ruin each other street cred. Texts were different. When the two of you were together in person you talked but never about deep or really personal things. Texts seem to be the exception to the rule. Many nights we used in the early hours of the morning talking about your younger years, wishes, and hopes for the future. Dan was quickly becoming your best friend. Between you and Finnegan you were possibly gaining a crush on said best friend. Good thing your pup is a great secret keeper. 

Just as you were thinking about the fun evening the two of you had last night playing video games you, the phone went off with a call from Dan.

“Moshi Moshi!” How do you not help but smile when answering a call from him.

“Well hello, I’m glad to hear that your sound happy. I have a question to ask you.” A short pause. What could Dan possibly have to ask you?

“Good thing I have answers.” Your heart had started to race slightly. Hopefully, Dan wouldn’t pick up on your nerves.

“I Daniel James Howell Want to ask you Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N to go on an official date with me. Before you answer just know that if you say no my heart will not be broken. I still want to be friends for the sake of Phil and Finnegan’s relationship.” 

“You are too fucking adorable. Yes, absolutely yes I will go on a date with you. My turn to ask a question. Why didn’t you ask me last night?”

“I was about to. I honestly had planned for it but I felt a little nervous and decided that I would ask you while you’re at work so if you say no I have enough time to move you back out of the building.” This makes you giggle like a little kid. Stupid butterflies start to flutter throughout your body.

“Good thing I said yes then.” Dan’s turn to now smile at your words.

“ I will pick up my two dates say 7:00 pm sharp?

“Yes. We will be ready for you then. See you soon Dan.”

“See you soon.”

The evening was wonderful. A delicious meal mixed with wonderful company. After dinner, you had found a park to stroll through enjoying the warm evening breeze. After a couple laps around the pond, it was time to sit on a bench and talk.

“So tell me how you end up getting a service dog. Are they trained in a specialty or to the owner?” You had told dan that you had gotten Finnegan because you were prone to blackouts. You had told him only have the truth. 

“When I was seventeen my family started to look for a service dog for me. I started to have sever panic attacks while in public. I have generalized anxiety but also for sure have social anxiety. It happened my whole life every so often. After an incident, it all started to get worse. They would get so bad that I would end up blacking out and hitting the floor. I would be fine one minute and than another, I would instantly lose concesness. So we started the hunt. I needed a dog to alert myself and others that I was having a panic attack because when they happen I become non-verbal. Next, we needed to look for a dog who could help with relieving anxiety. After that, it was all about narrowing it down. Finnegan was trained to help people who pass out but he needed training in how to help calm down my anxieties. He also needed to learn the signs of one coming on. After his training we met and it was an instant bond. I guess the rest is history. We went to university together, graduated then decided to move here to London.”

“I’m sorry I never knew all of that.” Suddenly your hand was wrapped into his, the warmth feeling lovely. 

“It’s ok, I don’t really tell a lot of people. Listen this is kinda forward of me, and I never do this but I really like you.” Your words were cut off by Dan’s lips. They were soft and warm just like his personality. There was no safer place in the world right now then there was with Dan. You were the first to pull away, not because you wanted the kiss to end but rather because you needed to catch your breath.

“Kiss me again.” you say wrapping your arms around the back of Dan’s neck.

“How about we go home and kiss not in the bug infested cold night.” 

“Deal.” you say placing one more soft kiss to him.”