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housamo-side-blog-2 · 3 years

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HARUMO EXPOSED.

This is a story about Harumo..

{SPLASH OF WATER}

Harumo:...bloo...bloooo..blo...blah.......*gasp for air*.

You gasp for air, as you have just made a jump from 10 feet,

Shiro: Harumo, you just jump from 10 feet,are you okay?

Harumo: Yeah,im okay.

Shiro; Thank goodness,you landed with perfect form, if not, then you would have just felt the most painful slap in history.

Kengo: Is it really that painful, i bet i could take it on.

Shiro: Coming from you loudmouth,

Kengo: Its true, I’ve felt way more painful punches that those pathetic slaps,right partner?

Harumo: Ahh, yeah, i guess?

{Lil Salomon appears}

Lil Salomon: Hello Master!,...Whoah!, you”re in the sea, care to explain you’re wherabouts?

Harumo: Wanna take a dip?

Lil Salomon: I’ll pass, i was checking in on you.

Harumo: Well thats a surprise...

Lil Salomon: You see, I have a very personal project that i want to complete, so i was just checking, if you’re in need of me,

Harumo: I think we’re good for now.

Lil Salomon: Oh good, well then, see you later then!

Harumo: Hey wait Sal-..

Your question goes unanswered, to brush your curiosity, you float on your back, and met the piercing gaze of the sun, with its brightness, you close your eyes and just float,.....

COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF SOMETHING IS OFF.!

????: HARUMO WAKE UP !

Harumo: ....What is it you Guuuuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyysssssss!

Shiro:*BLUSHING* AGYO AND KIJIMUNA DON’T LOOK FOR THE LOVE OF YOG-SOTHOTH!

Agyo and Kijimuna: HEY, WHAT GIVES?!

Kengo: HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!

Ryota: *BLUSHING LIKE A TOMATO*

Moritaka:*BLUSHING* Harumo?

Shino:.*BLUSHING*..THA--UGH--.. FILIAL ONE! HOW DARE YOU LOOK !

Moritaka: PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

Toji: *blushing* Uhhhmmmmm.....

Harumo:*BLUSHING*AHHHHHHHH!!! WHERE ......ARE .....MY TRUUUUUNNNNNNNKKKKKSSSSS?!

{CAW,,,CAW,,,}

{END SCENE}

*Yesterday*

{SUMMONERS SAFEHOUSE}

The safehouse is the the place where guildmates attend to conduct their guild activities, strategy meetings and also.

EVERYONE: AIR CONDITIONING!

Thats right, today is an usual very hot for Tokyo today, and according to the broadcast its only going to get more and more hot tomorrow, And due to the intense heat, classes today are suspended as most school don’t have air conditioning,luckily,

EVERYONE: THANK YOU SHIRO!

Shiro: All right, i understand all your feelings but, hold out on the touching.

Ryota and Harumo: YOU’RE THE BEST SHIRO!

Shiro: O,,Well,, Thank you Harumo. im glad you say that.

Kengo: So much for holding out on the touching.

Shiro: What was that?!

Toji: Purchasing an AC is a wise choice Shiro Motoori, if not, we’re probably boiled eggs already.

Agyo and Moritaka: AHHHHHHHHHH!! SO COOOOOLLLL!

The two fluffy fured Canis therians sit infront of the the lifesaving air conditioner in a proper sitting position.

Shiro: Its a good thing, i bought it,just incase if their is a heat wave, Agyo and Moritaka would be alright.

Ryota: Oh yeah, Canis Therians are probably the most affected in this heat wave, i hope they are okay.

Agyo: This is much more better that waving fans around in the Land of Wa,

Moritaka: Yes, When there is a hot day, we would just sit under a tree.

Moritaka: Though i have to say, its not the least effective during this intenese heat.

Harumo: .....Wait a sec...i get the feeling somethings off.

Shiro: Really?!, what is it?

Harumo: Hmmmmmmmmm......

{Hexagram flashes}

Lil Salomon: Hello Master, cooling down i see.

Harumo: Hey Lil Salomon,

Ryota: Hello, Lil Salomon, how are you doing?!

Lil Salomon: Hello to you too, Ryota, im doing fine, thank you for asking.

Harumo: He said Hello to you too Ryota and he’s doing fine.

Ryota: Yay!

Kengo: Hey, whats with the yay Ryota?

Ryota: Lil Salomon showed up.

Kengo: You mean that invisible guy.....Hey Salomon guy,

Toji: Who are you all taiking to?

Moritaka: Everyone, what seems to the commotion.

Agyo: And who are you all taiking to?

Harumo: Oh yeah, i haven’t introduced you to everyone yet.

Lil Salomon: Well, it seems i to make an entrance.

The floating gray fured butler,fixes his tie and dust off his butler his uniform to prepare his long awaited introduction to the rest of the Summoners.

Harumo: Lil Salomon, everyone can’t see you.

Lil Salomon:....AHHHHHH!, i EVEN DUST OFF MY SUIT,

Again, only the one wearing Salomon”s ring can see the small butler that accompanies you everyday.

Toji: So... who are we going to meet again?

Harumo: Everyone, i would like to introduce Lil Salomon here.

Moritaka, Toji and Agyo: .........

Harumo: He’s the first friend that i met ever since i arrived in Shinjuku Central Park, and he’s my butler.

You put your hand under Lil Salomon, to help them see where he is,even though they can’t see his form,

Lil Salomon: Its a pleasure to meet you Toji, Agyo and Moritaka, Thank you for protecting my Master in times of trouble.

Harumo:{ Relays what Lil Salomon said}

Agyo: You mean?.....HE IS A GHOST?!

Moritaka: Agyo, i think thats not it, maybe Harumo is the only that can see him.

Moritaka: That amazing!, to think you have a butler on your own.

Lil Salomon: Thank you Moritaka, i have to keep my master safe, even though he always go to trouble.

Toji: Huh, that explains some questions.

Lil Salomon: Oh.. Master, i should inform you about Kijimuna, you promised to take him to the safehouse to meet everybody.

Harumo:............I TOTALLY FORGOT!

EVERYBODY: AHHH!.

Shiro and Kengo: Harumo, whats wrong?!

Harumo: I totally forgot about Kijimuna, {Remembers about Kijimuna}

EVERYBODY: KIJI...MUNA?

Harumo: He’s my friend that i met during the time i was stranded on a deserted island.

Everybody:...Eh?

Harumo:......

Everybody: WHHHHHHAAAAAATTTTTTTT?!

Shiro: You were stranded?!

Ryota: Deserted island?

Everybody: ALONE?!

The news comes a shock to them, to know that they’re friend,the one that saved them, was stranded on a island in the middle of nowhere, everybody is still processing your crazy trip, but what would they think if you told them about your other out of this world adventures.

Shiro: When..did this happened?

Toji: How did you get out of there?

Ryota: More importantly, how did you get there.

Harumo: Guys, calm down...{If i told them about the rest, they surely will go crazy}...uhm...anyway i better go pick up Kijimuna.He’s with Mr Triton, so it shouldn’t be far.

Shiro: We are going to have a taik with you later.

Harumo: Uh...O-okay Shiro.. See you all later.

Shiro: This explains a lot of questions.

Kengo: What do you mean.

Shiro: Do you not notice Harumo suddenly disappearing all of a sudden? like that time with the treasure hunt in Nakano.

Toji: I forgot to tell about that time, Shiro Motoori.

Ryota: What do you mean?

Toji: Remember the day we were discussing about the treasure hunt that was famous in Nagoya.

Shiro: I thought they were only rumors.

Toji: Yeah well, We have an exam that time, and i heard Harumo mumbling about something.

Ryota: What did they say.?

{FLASHBACK}

Harumo: Something about a treasure ship.....

Toji: Hmmmm.

Harumo: Didn’t we go sailing that time.... .. I wonder how everyone is doing?

[END FLASHBACK}

Toji: Then after school, They went to Nakano. i don’t the rest of the details after that. but it sounds like they have some other accquaintances,

Shiro: I see... hmmm.... when Harumo first arrived. we have been making a lot of friends with other people lately.

Ryota: Yeah, They are the reason how i met Maria and led us to Daikanyama Academy.

Kengo: Yeah, same goes for me. and also Claude is way over heels for them.

Kengo: Back in the war,

Shiro; War?

Kengo: It was like a war that time, The three main guilds of Tokyo, for the first time fought side by side, i was shocked to see the Tycoons lending a hand.

Shiro: And the reason for their unity, was Harumo..

Ryota: Yeah.. we all saw them. Harumo never backs down whenever he sees someone hurt.

Kengo: You got that right, during our first fight back in the Coloseum, They never gave up and..{Remembers what they said}... They said im their friend..

Shiro: After that, you never have absent again. what made you change your mind. You were always so stubborn.

Kengo: Shut up nerd!, I-its because!,,,i ....wanted to be with them.

Ryota: Guys!, I think the reason we’re all here, .Its because of Harumo.

Shiro: None, of this wouldn’t have happened if Harumo weren’t here.

Kengo: Because of them. I got to fight much more stronger opponents!

Ryota: They are also the reason why have friends!

Agyo: Harumo is also the reason, how i have found my purpose,

Shiro; Harumo made big changes in the people they have come across with. even to us. ..

Shiro: Right. Toji?

Toji: Do not misunderstand Shiro Motoori, the only reason i stick with Harumo, is because i swore to protect them, nothing more nothing less.

Ryota: They are also the reason we met you!

Toji: Tha--...*sigh* fine,say what you wish,

{Door opens}

Harumo: Hey guys, im back!

Shiro: Welcome back Harumo!,...where’s Kijimuna?

Ryota: Come on!, i want to him too!

Agyo: I wonder if he is my age?

Kijimuna: HELLO EVERYONE, NICE TO MEET YOU ALL! ...are they your friends Harumo?

Harumo: Yep, Everyone, I would like you all to meet Kijimuna, he was the first person that i met when i was stranded on his island.

Agyo: He’s taller than me!

Ryota: You’re so cute!, i wanna hug him already!

Kijimuna: Yay!, HUGS!

Ryota and Kijimuna: HAHAHA!

Shiro: Hahahaha.... Hello Kijimuna, my name is Shiro Motoori. Nice to meet you..

Kengo: The names, Kengo Takabushi, sup there little fella.

Moritaka: I pleasure it is to meet you Kijimuna. My name is Moritaka Shino Inuzuka!

Agyo: And my name Agyo, im the protector of this place.

Kijimuna: WHOAH !, you’re a protector?, like me?

Agyo: You’re also a protector?

Kijimuna: Yep, i protect the Banyan Tree that has been growing on my island for years......Oh sorry,... Its a pleasure to meet you all.!

Everybody: PLEASURE TO MEET YOU TOO !

Shiro: Wait.. you mean...you have been alone in your island for how many years exactly?..

Kijimuna:*counting his fingers* More than these!

Everyone: Wha?!.

Agyo: You have been a protector for so long?

Kijimuna: Yep, Then i met Harumo. who washed up on the beach side of my island! and then i we met a lot of new people!

Shiro: I see..

Moritaka: Thats most impressive,to be able to protect something from a young age is most astounding!

Kijimuna: No one ever shows up,so there’s not a whole lot of protecting.

Kijimuna: You see. {Tells his life story before Harumo appeared}

Kijimuna: And thats when i met Harumo. and after that. i’ve became friends with so many different people and it was fun everyday in the island!

Ryota: *sobbing* whaaaa!

Harumo: R-Ryota?, are you okay?

Ryota: To be alone for so many years! WHAAAA!, *HUGS KIJIMUNA*

Kijimuna: O-okay.. calm down.. Ohhh how about we play together!..sound fun?

Ryota: *Sobbing* y-yeah okay.

Shiro: He was all alone for so many years..

Kijimuna: Do you wanna play too Uhmm...Agyo? is it?

Agyo: Playing is for little kids!

Harumo: You’re also a kid...

Agyo: Im not!

Kijimuna: *giggling*

Agyo: Are you making fun of me?!

Harumo: I think you two are going to get along really well.Since you both are protectors.

Kijimuna: *Extends his hand* i hope we could be great friends Agyo!

Agyo:......*Extends his paw* Y-Yeah!, I think so too!

Harumo and Ryota: AWWWWWW! SO CUTTEEEE!

And so,Kijimuna finally have friends that he could have a bond with,even in this hot day, the warmth of these ordeal, makes the room both cool and comfortable.

OR IS IT.....

{A LIMO DRIVES BY INFRONT OF THE SAFEHOUSE}

Agyo: Hmm.. Hey.guys i sense someone in our territory.

Harumo: I wonder who could it be?

Agyo: Its a long,black car and....oh someone got out of it.

Shiro: A limousine?

Ryota: WHOAH!, Only rich people get to ride those!

Kengo: I have a bad feeling about this..

Moritaka: Why would someone come here all of a sudden?

Toji: {Could they be after Harumo?.}

The driver of the car immediately went out with an umbrella opened as if to protect the important person sitting in the backsit. however the driver of the seat is non other than..

Harumo: Xolotl?!

Shiro: That means..

Kijimuna: Hey...is there something wrong..?

Harumo: That means Hakumen!

Xolotl the loyal servant to one of the excecutive members of the Tycoons, His Master is the owner of the famous Casino, that is blowing millions, with its extraegance.

Hakumen:HMMM....So.. this is the safe house of my liege?

Xolotl: Yes,Mistress Hakumen, according to one our sources,their safehouse is located here.

Hakumen: Oh.. i see.

Harumo:*Opens the door* Hakumen?!,

Hakumen: Oh...MY LIEGE?!

The nine tailed fox quickly went to her beloved liege in a dust,

Harumo: W-what brings you here Hakumen?.

Hakumen: Well..you see.. its pretty hot today ...and im throwing a grand party at my resort!,

Harumo: Wow!, You own a resort?!

Hakumen: Off course i do!, who do you think for?...Ahem. my liege its pretty boring since the guests will be members of the Guild and some other a-accquaintences that i invited. and i would love to personally invite you and your guild to this party..

Harumo: Hmmmm....

Shiro: If i may interrupt....

Harumo: Shiro...

Hakumen: And who are you supposed to be?

Shiro: Im Shiro Motoori, the adviser of the Summoners, Pleasure to meet you.

Hakumen: Oh.. i see...so my liege will you come?

Shiro: Forgive my rudeness, but,do you have an ulterior motive for inviting Harumo?

Hakumen: Hahah!, Well, Sorry to burst your bubble,but i have no plot to accomplish, My only wish is for beloved Liege!, to attend my party..

Shiro:Hm...

Harumo: Okay, we’ll definitely go!

Shiro: H-Harumo.. what if she has something planned?

Harumo: She wouldn’t come here in this intense heat, just to plan something bad, i think this is sincere. so lets give her a chance..

Hakumen: OHHHH,, The way my liege cares for me!, is so loving, that makes want you now even more!.

Harumo: We’ll come Hakumen!, Count on it!

Hakumen: Very well my liege, the party starts tomorrow, i’LL have the men in the entrance know your coming.

Harumo: Okay, its settled, we’ll be there Hakumen..

Hakumen: I’LL be waiting my liege!

Hakumen, goes back to her limo and drove off.

Harumo: ..Welp.. Looks like we got a party to attend to!

Shiro: Im still skeptical about her.

Ryota: Harumo,Shiro!, what happened?, what did she say?

Harumo: *explains to them*

Toji: You invited you outta the blue, Im agree with Shiro Motoori, this sounds fishy.

Ryota: C’mon guys, We don’t normally get invited to this types of parties and also i want try their food!

Kengo: You just wanna eat their food don’t cha!

Agyo and Kijimuna: Hey,whats going on!

Ryota: We’re going to a party!

Agyo and Kijimuna: Really?!, with lots of delicious food and fun games!

Harumo: I don’t think they have games, but their pool could be super fun..

Ryota: All right... We’re going to a party, try fancy delicious food and a have pool party!..Oh man!,, im so excited!

Kengo: Even though, Its cold here, I nice outing in the pool is much more enjoyable than doing nothing than sitting here in the cold.

Moritaka: Indeed,, this is going to be so much more fun than i imagined it to be..

What will happen in the party hosted by the foxy vixen Mistress Hakumen, is there a hidden plot in it or is there something instore for Harumo find out in the next part!

OKAY, THATS GOING TO BE IT FOR FIRST PART OF THIS STORY RIGHT HERE, AND THE FAMILIAR FACE PT 2, IM CURRENTLY WORKING ON IT, DON’T WORRY, AND AS ALWAYS LIKE IF YOU LOVE IT AND IF YOU READ IT BUT DIDN’T LIKE IT THEN YOU LIKE SO THATS FOR TODAY AND THANK YOU ALL FOR READING.THANK YOU VERY MUCH.....

Self-proclaimed writer: THANK YOU FOR READING EVERYONE..

Harumo: THANK YOU ALL FOR READING EVERYONE..

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #mc5 #Harumo #story #fanfics #Summoners #Harumo exposed part 1 #Thank you all for reading #kijimuna

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write-1t-bop-1t · 3 years

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Entry for the secret shifters G/T Fanfic swap @secret-shifters

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Gift for: @syndicate-speck https://syndicate-speck.tumblr.com/

Tiny astronaut crash lands on a giant planet or vice versa, sci-fi gulliver's travels style

Triggers/tropes to avoid: Spiders, I guess

Relationship types to avoid: None per se, feel free to go ham (but keep it sfw obviously)

Fluff or angst: No preference

I take a deep breath, running my hand through my hair and ruffling it around before breathing out and spinning in my chair to face the screen, reaching out my hand to press record,

“Hello again everybody, Ryan Harte here for log number 637, day 453 at 6:23pm Eastern time. Everything on board the ship has been running smoothly as always, no further difficulties involving the damaged engine. Alexander was able to complete the repairs with no further issue. We are a few days away from the designated drop zone, planet classification #677, and will be ready for retraction shortly after.”

I give another short sigh as I record my report, having done this almost everyday for the past year and a half. It gave time meaning, and at least it was something to do other than annoy my travel partner. I look back at the screen, smiling up at it.

“I can’t believe long it’s been…. I can’t wait for my paycheck when I get back to earth,” I say, giving a little laugh to myself.

“There is currently nothing to report on the mission, and the current planet objection is in visual range from the ship. We should-”

I get cut off from my video when the door to my room opens with a loud whoosh noise, startling me as I almost fall out of my chair, letting out a less than manly squeak of surprise.

I look over to see my travel buddy, Alexander, standing at my door with a bored expression.

“Oh, were you doing one of your diary entries again, pipsqueak?”

He says with a teasing tone, making my face turn red as I grab something off the floor and chuck it at him.

“Shove it! It’s not a diary and you know that!”

I grumble, throwing more things at him while he laughs to himself. He surrenders, putting his hands up to guard his hair, the long black strands now slightly frizzy from having collided with whatever I could have reached for moments before. He laughs again before going back to exit my room before stopping and leaning back in,

‘Well, whenever you're done with your ‘Not-Diary’, I need you to come to the front of the ship. We’ve got better visuals on the planet and I need to talk to you about it, alright?”

He says, looking at me expectantly. I quickly nod and make a shooing motion with my hands to get him to leave quickly. He laughs again before leaving me alone in my room once more. Once he leaves, a large smile breaks out on my face, as I bounce lightly with excitement. This is my first ever, real life space recon mission.

After getting into the space program at 16, with a scholarship in science, I’d always wanted to get into recon and the exploration field. I Graduated with honors at age 18, along with Alexander who graduated from ship repairs and navigation, one of the top in his class.

The planet we were headed to was said to show signs of holding valuable resources which I am supposed to gather and bring back with us to earth. Nothing was really known about the planet itself, as no one besides us has ever been this close to it. All that was really known is its size, estimated to be around 1000x bigger than our sun. But since no one knows much about it, we are being paid very handsomely once we get back home in the next year. I can’t wait to see my dad again.

I smile back at the camera,

“Well, as you heard, we are soon approaching the planet, and I am needed for the evaluation. This is Ryan Harte signing out. Love you dad!”

I say before stopping the recording and pressing the send button, to send the message back to earth’s space station, as well as so that they could send it to my dad so he knows everything was okay up here. I never want him to worry about me, so I make sure to record these often.

After sending I quickly jump up, grabbing a simple gray hoodie that had previously been thrown at Alex and throw it over my head before dashing out of the room towards the front of the ship, looking like a kid in a candy store.

My old shoes squeak against the metal as I reach the door, I bounce in place as the door rush’s open and I run inside, almost colliding with Alexander as he looks out at the black space outside the spaceship through the paned glass.

¨Present!¨ I say out loud, with a big smile on my face, causing him to roll his eyes. He motions over to the planet, and I look over to see that we’ve gotten considerably closer to it. We’re still around 2-3 days away from getting close enough to be able to dispatch my shuttle and collect parts of the large gray planet’s resources. Even so, it's already around 9000x bigger than our ship, considering our ship is about the size of a normal sized university, having to hold enough food to feed us for the to and from trips.

“Whoa.” I say mostly to myself, and Alexander nods along with me.

He points to a lighter gray spot on the planet, “I can’t seem to get a proper scan on the planet due to the storm like clouds surrounding it, but from what I can get, that area should be the safest place for you to land. I’m going to re-route slightly to get us closer to that area, I just wanted to let you know. That okay, pipsqueak?” He says looking back at me.

I nod quickly, my excitement not faltering.

“But why is that area safer?” I ask, just to feed my curiosity.

He explains that the area seems to be more flat than the other areas on the planet, making it easier for my shuttle to land on, along with the fact that the other, darker areas, seem to be covered with a type of dark and cloudy sky that might cause trouble with communication and engines when entering the atmosphere.

I of course, have no idea what he’s saying but nod along anyways. It probably wasn’t important anyways.

After his little safety spiel that I’ve heard a hundred times, we decide that it’s time for dinner. We made it a tradition when we started our space travel to eat dinner together as a bonding exercise, as well as to help to know each other. Now it’s just become a daily thing we do every ‘night’, to just talk and hang out. It’s not much, but when the other person with you is the only person you’ve had human interactions with for the past 2 years, you learn to appreciate it.

We walk down and make it to the ‘lobby’ where we eat, which is just an empty room with a table and two chairs melded to the ground. Bland but it works, though I wish the space program would get us better chairs.

Alexander goes and grabs our dinner, dehydrated pork and some yellow stuff I don’t bother asking about, as we talk about our days while occasionally teasing and making fun of each other. We laugh and joke around before cleaning up, saying our goodnights and getting ready for bed.

Alexander stops me before I can leave and re-explains the safety measures, protocols and blah blah blah about the exploration in a few days. I wave him off, laughing, before heading up to my room to go to bed.

As I enter, I stretch, letting out a yawn as I kick off my shoes, not caring where they go. I walk over and check my tablet to make sure my last message went through. It did, but it hasn’t been seen yet. Darn, I was hoping I would get another message from my dad, but I guess I’ll get it tomorrow.

I mess up my hair with both of my hands before getting into bed, the thoughts of finally getting to go to the planet we had been heading to for the last years and being able to finally go home and see my dad fill my mind as I quickly fall asleep.

The next few days go by in a blur, until I’m standing in the cockpit, struggling to pull on my gray space suit. Alexander sighs before helping me put it on, scolding me like a parent about taking this more serious. I roll my eyes, punching him in the arm before telling him that I’ll be okay.

He nods at me once before saying a goodbye as he walks towards the door to head to the main control center. I pause before running up and hugging him from behind, assuring him that I’ll be back before he knows it. He smiles at me, patting me on the head, before taking my helmet out of my arms and shoving it on my head. I whine as I have to adjust it and hear him laugh quietly to himself as he exits the room, door closing behind him. I roll my eyes as I make my way towards, and into, the shuttle prepared. I close the hatch and get comfortable, checking the ship over before booting up the power.

The keypad lights up around me, glowing white as I flip through the proper equipment and procedures to ensure the ship operates properly, while waiting for further instructions from above.

As if on cue, I hear Alexander's voice through my helmet,

“Everything in check down there, pipsqueak?”

I roll my eyes for what feels like the millionth time as I sit back and strap into my chair, ready to finally get off this stupid main ship for once.

“All good down here, we ready to go, Tarzan?”

I ask back, making fun of his long hair, as he confirms and the ship starts up. I can feel the rumble of the engine as the ship is lowered into position and I take a deep breath, still talking to Alexander to make sure everything is ready.

We count back from ten at the hatch in front of my ship, leading into space begins to open.

Once we get to zero, I can see the large planet in front of me and the engines push me forward and out of the ship, plunging me into the dark vast of space. I lock my focus on the planet as I take control of the wheel and steer towards the area told to me by Alexander.

I can see the cloudy, storm like area around the planet, making sure to avoid the darker areas.

Once I seem to be going in the right direction, I set it into autopilot and relax my posture.

“Hey, once we get back home, wanna hang out? I know this greeeeat Mexican place near my house, you’d love it.”

I say out of the blue and here my college chuckle, “Yeah yeah, Of course. But you’re paying, pipsqueak.” He says through the comms and I let out a dramatic and offended gasp while laughing.

“What, I gotta pay you to hang out with me? I’m hurt Al, really. Here I was thinking we were friends, guess not.” I say through giggles, and I can hear Alexander laughing as well.

I can see the planet coming closer and move the steering accordingly for the best entry, making sure to soften the engines so I don’t enter the atmosphere too quickly and burn up the ship.

“Yeah well, You can’t just i##ite some##e o# #### e##p-”

I furrow my brows as he talks, unable to make out what he’s saying.

“Hey Al, you’re cutting out. Is everything okay up there?” I ask with clear worry in my voice.

Just then the power to my ship flashes off before coming back on and the engine buffers, causing me to jolt forward in my seat. I call out again to Alex, but only hear muffled static through the comms, worrying the crap out of me. I try tapping the side of my helmet to see if I can get it to come back on.

“Alexander, are you there? You’re freaking me out, what’s going on?”

I ask out again, as my ship continues towards the unknown planet. The ship shuts off and I lurch forward again before the ship comes back on, causing me to panic slightly. I check my vitals and the ship's hardware to check for malfunctions quickly, to see if I can find out what’s happening.

“RYAN? RYAN CAN YOU H##E ME?!”

I hear Alex yell through the comms, causing me to jump in my seat and respond immediately,

“Hey, yeah I can hear you now. What’s going on, my ships freaking out…”

I can hear his shaky voice, which causes my panic to rise.

“Look Ryan, you need to listen very carefully to me alright? Whatever's going on with the planet is messing with the tech on the ship and screwing up the comms. I don’t think it’s safe, you need to come back this instant so we can re-think and re-evaluate this, okay?”

“Y-Yeah, alright I’ll turn around now.”

I say quickly, quietly panicking as I reach to flip off the autopilot. I realize how close I am to the outer edge of the planet now, along with the storm, and reach to grab a hold of the steering wheel but the ship lurches forward again before I can grab it and the power shuts off for a final time, turning off the engines, along with any and all different functions of the ship.

I freeze, my breathing shallow, as I try to process what just happened. I reach slowly and yank at the steering wheel, trying to see if it would move the ship. No give. I try to turn on backup power. Nothing. But besides that, the new realization that dawns on me causes my heart to pick up and the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up…

The ship is still moving towards the planet.

I get over my initial shock and start trying to talk to Alex again,

“ALEX, I CAN’T CONTROL THE SHIP. I’M MOVING TOWARDS THE PLANET!”

I can hear shuffling of papers through the comms,

“Ryan, the gravitational pull of the planet is pulling the ship in, is there any way to get it to turn around?!”

I can hear his breathing, it’s steady but shallow, like he’s trying to stay calm, for my sake and his.

“No-NO, there’s no controls! I’VE LOST ALL POWER!”

The ship lurches forward as I near the dark gray clouds, the ship almost at the point where it could touch them.

“DID YOU TRY THE BACKUP POWER?!”

“OF COURSE I TRIED THE BACKUP POWER!”

I wait a few seconds and tears prick in my eyes when Alexander doesn’t say anything and I call out for him again, telling him not to stop talking.

“Alright, just calm down Ryan. Your ship is too far away to grab with the retractable arm, I don’t know how to get you back to the ship in time. I can’t even get the main ship close to you without risking it being pulled in too. Maybe we could try a##atc#i## the el#c#tical cab### ## #### ###-”

His audio cuts out completely.

“Nononono, Alex come on, YOU CAN’T DO THIS RIGHT NOW, PLEASE!”

The ship is pulled into the clouds as I lose sight of the home ship and any hope of getting home. The ship is shaken harshly and I’m thrown out of my seat and onto the ground, cracking my helmet on the wall of the shuttle, causing it to crack. I suddenly feel this floating sensation in my stomach, my body feeling as if it’s weightless, until I look back out the windshield. The ship is falling. Fast.

All I remember was the sound of the windshield shattering and the heat surrounding me before the shuttle had plummeted to the ground, hitting the rock below with the full force of whatever gravity this planet went by, as pain fills my body and I black out.

I feel cold. And warm…. And wet…..

What happened…..

My head hurts…. My chest hurts….

A sudden pressure is put on my chest causing me to let out a loud whimper and the pressure is immediately retracted. I let out a shaky sigh and try to move, causing pain to shoot through my body and I let out another pained whimper.

What happened….? Why does everything hurt…? What’s that weird noise, it sounds like a dolphin…. Or a bird…. Maybe a cat….

I can’t keep my thoughts straight, everything hurts. What do I remember-?

The crash, the ship malfunctioning, the unknown planet…. Shit-

Another pressure is put on my chest again a few seconds later, touching a rib that is most certainly broken and I let out a surprised and pained gasp, causing it to go away again.

I try opening my eyes, finding the simple task to be, well, less than simple. My eyes seem focused on staying shut, but I need to see what’s happening. Am I dead? No, I don’t think ghosts feel pain…. Do they? That would be kinda cool though. Space ghost.

I try opening my eyes again, being able to open them a crack as light floods my vision, causing my eyes to tear up and close again. Wait, light? Wasn’t this planet covered in a dark perma-storm? Where’s the light coming from?

I hear some rumbling from above me, kinda like the sound my cat Rosco back home makes when he’s worried about something, a mix between a purr and a growl.

Could it be my ship's engine? Wait, if it’s still active, it could explode!

I use all my strength to push myself into a sideways sitting position, while forcing my eyes open once again. The light hurts them and I let out a groan as I feel the numbing pain throughout my body. Suddenly the light is covered and I’m surrounded by a nice shadow. My brains too jumbled to pay attention to it at the moment, but what I do realize is that a large portion of my helmet around my left eye has broken off.

HOW THE FUCK AM I BREATHING?!

Does this planet really have breathable air? Does that mean there’s some type of plants that can produce the same kind of air on earth? And a sun? We didn’t see any type of sun on the reading when we scanned the planet...

I take in a deep breath to test it. It feels like normal air, and it’s keeping me alive, I can ask questions later, once I get my bearing and stand up. Maybe I can contact Alex. ALEXANDER! He must be so worried, and my dad? He’s going to lose his mind! I have to get to my ship, even if it’s destroyed I could see if I could use the parts to fix my comms and get in contact with the main ship or even the space station if I’m lucky.

I try to push myself up more, managing to move one leg up so I’m in a night's kneeling position. The pain is bad, and I let out another whimper. As I do I can feel a rush of air surround me, it’s warm. I can see the ground underneath me, seeming to be a kind of gray rock, mainly flat, meaning I did technically land where I was supposed to, although I can see that my knees don’t look great, both being skinned and bleeding, but it doesn’t feel too bad.

Another rush of air, closer to my head, followed by a low growl, causing me to turn my head upwards to see what’s causing it. My eyes widen and my breath catches in my throat, unable to breath, as I see four glowing blue eyes staring right back at me, like it’s looking right through my soul.

Not only that but the eyes are huge…. And predatory, looking at me as if I was something it just caught…

I stumble backwards falling onto my butt, cushioned by the intact space suit still surrounding me. I finally let out a scared, shaky breath, realizing that I had been holding it moments ago. The creature's gaze doesn't falter, if anything it hardens, letting out a predatory grumble, as if a warning, though I’m not exactly sure what that warning is for, causing me to freeze in place, adrenaline coursing through my veins causing my hands to feel like ice.

The creature is large, covered in a black fur in most of its body, some parts having less of it. It stands tall- scratch that, it’s fucking huge, the size of a small apartment building. It’s ‘arms’ are long, bent in a way that a monkeys would, reminding me of a baboon. Four large spider-like eyes are still locked on me and I force myself to make no sudden movements, tears welling up in fear as I start hyperventilating, unable to focus as I direct my vision towards the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with it. If I had, I would have noticed it’s head turning in a confused manner, like a puppy would when hearing a strange noise, and the curious way it’s slowly making its way towards me, as if not trying to frighten me more than I already am.

Once I feel it getting closer I look back up to see it slowly moving towards me, and I slowly scoot back to counter it. Just then it moves to put a hand behind me causing the ground to shake lightly, stopping me from moving away again. I let out a pathetic whine, before realizing the creatures face was now meters from mine, not noticing earlier that it had moved it’s face down to get to my level. It gets even closer and my eyes widen in horror and fear, tears running freely down my face at this point, and I try to move as far back as I can without touching the creature's hand.

It stops its movements, and holds its position, around two meters from me. I hold eye contact, not wanting to look away and have it come closer again. It also holds the stare, before I see its gaze flicker upwards slightly, focusing on something else. My helmet?

It looks back into the one hole in my helmet, at me, before it’s gaze in back at the top of the helmet.

All of a sudden I felt something touch the back of my helmet harshly, and I let out a surprised noise as I turned around to see the hand from earlier had moved so it could poke me with one of its long, bony fingers. I start moving away from it, while unconsciously moving closer to the monster that was in front of me.

I feel another wave of hot air hit me from behind, as if it’s the creature's subtle way of telling me it’s still there. I jump slightly, and turn around again to face it. It’s now on the ground for the most part, one arm wrapped behind me and one... in the air… Like the position a cat would make when playing with a feathery toy or a mouse it just caught.

And I’m pretty sure I am that mouse.

I see the hand from the air start coming towards me, and I use my arms to try and cover my face the best I can, letting out a choked sob and whimper as I brace for the impact, for the pain of the hand coming and crushing my body.

But it doesn't come.

I look back up to see two of it’s five fingers positioned on either side of my helmet, before they close and grab lightly onto my helmet. Then they start pulling up, as if to try and disconnect the helmet from the rest of my space suit. Wait-

“Wa-Nononono, Stop it! LET ME GO!”

I yell out, panic taking over my body again as I struggle against its grip. And the creature does stop for a second after hearing my outburst, before pulling upwards again, taking most of my body with it. I’m still touching the ground with my feet as I try and use my hands to hold my helmet in place, not wanting to be even more exposed and vulnerable than I already feel.

I don’t think it feels the same way.

Once the tips of my toes can barely touch the ground, the creature twists its fingers lightly, snapping the thick plastic part that connects my helmet and suit with ease, allowing me to finally fall to the ground with a hard thud, landing on my backside. The collision with the rock causes painful jolts to course through my body and I roll on my side, clutching my chest to try and relieve some of that pain.

The helmet is dropped somewhere near me, landing on the ground with a hard thud, the sound of the rest of the glass frame shattering. I whimper again as I feel the breath of the beast come closer to me as I try to curl in on myself, as if to make myself smaller, as I screw my eyes shut.

I want to go home….

My hair, now wet with sweat, covers most of my face, bits of blood near my temples where my head had most likely collided with the side of the ship during the crash as well as more tears covering my face as I let out another choked sob.

I open my eyes slightly, only to see one of the monsters fingers coming towards my head, most likely to crush it like a grape. I whimper again, trying to tuck my head into my body, to make myself feel a little less scared and helpless. It doesn’t work.

The creature's finger touches my hair lightly, and I wince at the feeling, its finger tip being about the same size, if not bigger than my head. It holds the gentle and light touch, barley even touching my head at all, before it starts to rub against my scalp lightly. I let out a surprised and shaky breath at the gentle touch, the monster acting as if I’m a piece of glass that could be broken and damaged easily. The quick realization dawns on me that….

It’s petting me.

Like I’m some kind of scared animal.

And it actually feels kinda nice. Rubbing in a small circular motion against my scalp, soothing any former pain that resided there, causing my face to soften its expression at the feeling. It moves its motion slightly towards my face, causing me to whimper quietly. It’s quick to move its finger away to rub the back of my head, as well as my neck in a soothing motion, as if to apologize. Then the vibrations start.

Low, like a cat's purr, which only adds on to the calmness feeling washing over me along with the drowsiness, which I find very concerning as I should be scared, terrified even. But it feels so good… I hadn't had any physical contact with anyone besides light shoves and teasing from Alex for the past few years, making this gentle and almost nurturing gesture feel like heaven.

The purring gets louder and I start to get more tired. The creature seems to take notice of me being more docile and starts getting more bold with its touches. Avoiding my chest, it goes and lightly moves my arms, while still petting me with its other hand. I feel a few pokes to the soft material around my legs before it starts petting my back as well. My eyes start to close even though I’m trying to keep them open. I’m just so tired….

The creature seems to sense my tiredness and I can feel his hand cup my entire back before his other hand stops petting me, as well as the vibrations ceasing, causing me to let out a childish whine, missing the feeling.

It seems to notice my distress and quickly scoops me up in its hand, lifting my whole body carefully into the air. I let out a panicked noise again, struggling against his hand, not expecting to be lifted 100 feet into the air in a matter of seconds.

The creature is quick to pull me into its chest, causing me to pull up against its surprisingly soft, black fur, and the vibrations in its chest start up again almost instantly. I hate to admit it, but the action calms me down immediately, and I subconsciously snuggle against the fur, too tired and hurt to really care about anything besides my own comfort, my old tears dried against its body as it stands there for a few minutes as I continue to doze off before it starts moving, jumbling me slightly, making me clutch onto the giants fur for stability.

It scares me at first, but the purring increases immediately, calming me down quite easily. I notice that we’re heading in the direction of a large, dark gray mountain, surrounded by even larger plant type things in different shades of dark green and blues. I glance at the ground and see the creature is walking slowly on three of it’s four hands, the fourth one holding me. I also notice the tail following up from behind that I didn’t see until now, shaped like a monkeys.

On the ground I can see bits of metal from…. My ship!

I squirm, breaking out of my calm and tired mindset to try and find a way to get to the ground remembering that I need to contact Alex, but the second I try to get out of the hand, its fingers cup tighter around me, caging me against the soft wall and the vibrations become more insistent. They’re not so tight that I can’t move, but they’re very clearly meant to keep me in the creature's hold, as if insisting that I stay put.

I of course don’t listen and continue to try to struggle, earning me a loud growl possessive from above as they stop moving all together. The fingers cup tighter around me, and I stop moving all together, shaking slightly in fear, tears welling up in my eyes again.

I’m held for a few more seconds of not moving…

Then the purring starts again, it’s ‘thumb’ comes up and rubs the top of my head lightly, like re assurance, before being removed and it starts walking again. I try to control my breathing again, now realizing that I’m not getting out of here.

When we get near the mountain, the air surrounding it turns cold causing me to shiver into the vibrating surface. The creature's body quickly heats up to help keep me warm, along with the fur, allows me to lose focus of everything else as my vision fades to black, cuddling up against the warm monster that just technically kidnapped me.

Once I’m out, the creature takes my unconscious body into its home, a cave in the side of the mountain, and rests me against a clear, soft gel like substance to allow me to sleep, as it removes my ripped space suit carefully, making sure not to disturb my sleep. It leaves my clothes on as it takes some sort of blue substance and applies it generously on my wounds and injuries while I sleep, making sure to stay close to keep me warm, before laying next to me like a large cat would, using its hand as a large blanket to make sure I’m warm during the night and so I don’t run away if I wake up before it.

It gives me one last nuzzle against the top of my head, scenting me slightly before purring and falling asleep, holding the tiny baby it found while looking for food, now glad it had gone in the wrong direction, as this cub would have never survived on its own.

They will never let the tiny, scared baby go, not after its mother had clearly abandoned it to die, terrified and injured.

It’s now their baby and they will take care of it.

Forever.

#g/t #g/t writing #alien giant #tiny human #oc #original character #secret shifters #secret santa #fanfic swap #mild fearplay #hurt/comfort #secret shifters 2020

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Dizzy

Leon/Male!Reader

Summary: When you stop making the room spin, an unsettling whistle leaves your lips and Leon slowly backs away from you as you keep stalking toward him- and all of a sudden he’s aware of the feeling you’ve been giving him the entire night. Something intoxicating that makes him feel like prey.

Warnings: Rated T. Consumption of alcohol, making out while inebriated, and sexual themes, but no smut. Just a lot of tension and dancing.

A/N:My first Leon fic! Hoo hoo! I wasn’t sure how I felt about making my first fic a male insert, and I juggled with the idea of making it gender neutral instead, but the narrative of a male reader fit better. Plus. I am... very gay for Leon, and I wanted to indulge. SO i hope you all don’t mind the assigned gender in this fic!

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Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was the atmosphere- the dancing, the bodies pressing against each other, the neon lighting flashing in the dark room, painting everyone's skin with its fantastical colors. Maybe it was the music that Leon could feel in his core as he was tossed around the crowd, from person to person, his hair sticking to his sweaty neck that glowed pink and blue.

But something was happening. There was a certain energy in the air, buzzing around the entire bar, and it lit Leon aflame, stumbling and falling as he tried to keep up with it. Keep up with you.

You felt untouchable. You looked ethereal- your body and your voice that swayed with the lyrics you sang on stage, guitar in your arms strumming chords that Leon felt vibrate through his spine. Your eyes that trailed him up and down-

Everything about you was so intoxicating that it might be dangerous .

Raihan was the one that suggested they go out tonight. ‘To loosen up,’ his friend had said. Leon didn’t think he needed to loosen up, he felt just fine, but spending a night out drinking and relaxing with friends didn’t sound like a bad idea. And Nessa had insisted that she ‘knew a place’. The perfect place, apparently.

That’s what led Leon underground in Spikemuth, to a bar he had no idea even existed; and at first, it was fine. The group sat at their private little booth in the corner because Leon had a reputation of being seen and ruining the vibe with his fans, not that anyone would admit that out loud (besides maybe Raihan). But this place was special. It was dark in the bar, the only light provided was from the neon lamps placed on bar tables, the rings that people wore, and the poles and stands that were on the stage in the back.

When Leon asked what the stage was for, Raihan said they liked to play music. It wasn’t much later after that when things started to turn.

The drinks the bar served were full of flavor. Citrusy and sweet, lulling you into a false sense of security that you weren’t really drinking that much alcohol. They seemed to glow as well, leaving your teeth a sticky color, which Leon had laughed at when he first saw it.

It didn’t seem as funny when it was used against him.

The champion had gone to the bar alone, ordering the next round of drinks for his table. He was feeling confident with the dark atmosphere and the fact that no one had noticed or pulled him aside yet. The confidence seemed to falter when the bartender asked him what he wanted, and he realized he didn’t know the names of their glowy-type sweet drinks, and it was too dark to read a menu. If a menu even existed.

That’s when someone had slipped behind him. He could feel someone’s chest lightly touching his back as they leaned over, placing a hand on the bar counter beside him. The champion bristled but didn’t say anything as he turned around, expecting it to be Raihan messing with him-

Instead, he met your eyes, and that’s when the fire in his belly started.

You didn’t meet his gaze. Your teeth were glowing, like his, and your lips were stained and smeared with purple as you listed several words he wasn’t familiar with to the bartender, and suddenly the man was working, his hands busy as he whipped up several drinks.

That’s when you looked down at Leon, and he felt like his throat was suddenly drier than it should be.

“Are you new?” You asked him quietly, only for Leon to hear, and Leon felt the need to suddenly shiver.

“Ah- I suppose it’s obvious, isn’t it?” He laughs lightly, joking at his clear inexperience with the bar, and your teeth disappear when you smile at him.

“Just a tad. I don’t mind lending you a hand, though. You should have a good time, this place can get overwhelming,” you lean a little closer, making Leon feel the heat radiating off your body, and it’s making him sweat, “if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Leon opens his mouth, but no words come out. Thankfully, he’s saved by the bartender, who places several different drinks on a tray and puts it on the counter. You smile again and push the tray toward him, and Leon looks at you in confusion before reaching back for his wallet.

You’re already close enough that you easily stop him by placing a warm hand on his arm. “It’s on me. Bring the drinks to your friends.” You lead his hand to the tray, and you finally take a step away from Leon, giving him room to breathe. Leon really shivers then by the sudden shift in temperature- he was suddenly much colder than before. “Have a good time, new boy,” you told him with a wink, and suddenly you disappeared as if you were never there at all.

Like a figment of his imagination.

Leon tried his best to shake it off. If you were real, you were certainly strange. The aura you carried and the way you talked to him-

No one ever talked to him like that.

But, again, he shakes it off. He brings the tray of drinks to his friends, all who holler and cheer when he returns. When Sonia asks what took him so long, he doesn’t know what to say, so he just hands her a drink instead.

Raihan gives him a look, and Leon ignores it.

Things start to fall back like they were before. Leon laughs, he jokes, he wrestles with Raihan. Ordinary things for a night out. And then, finally, people start to set up on the stage. Somehow it gets even darker in the club, but the light stands that surround the borders of the stage glow brighter.

You step onto the platform, electric bass in your hand, and you go right for the microphone in the center. Leon once again feels his throat dry up when he sees you, for reasons that he really can’t find the right words to explain.

Music starts to play, slow and sweet and alluring. Leon can’t help but ask because he can’t seem to tear his eyes away- “who is that?”

“Him? That’s ___,” Nessa replies, resting her head in her hand as she looks at the stage. Her body naturally sways to the beat. “Him and his band play here a lot. Not sure about the name of the band because they never really announce themselves. They don’t really have a schedule either. They just come up and play, and no one says anything. They’re really good, though.”

Hm.

The slow beat only lasts for so long. The bass players behind you and the drummer all start to amp up, and eventually, your voice comes through the speakers of the club. “It’s about time we livened things up, don’t you think?” The patrons of the clubs all woot and cheer, making you laugh. “Mm, I thought so. Alright. I want to see some of you pulling your best moves, then.”

You strum your guitar, and the mood changes.

Here I am, tied and bound,

Every night, feeling low,

Bad days come back whatever,

Raihan chuckles from beside Leon as his head starts to bob to the beat, and Sonia wiggles out of her seat. “We should get up and dance!” She suggests, and Nessa seems to agree as she leaves the booth.

Leon doesn’t want to dance, not really, but he’s basically torn from his seat and pulled into the crowd by his friends as they all begin to move with the beat. The lights on the stage begin to glow and change color, reflecting on the sea of people in waves, bouncing and sinking into sweaty skin as Leon keeps his eyes on you.

In the sun I bathe, in everyday light,

You draft me down for a split second tomorrow,

What am I supposed to do?

Somehow, your eyes find his. They stay on him, bore into him as you sing, even as Nessa twirls him around and laughs at how distracted he is.

I know you would make me happy,

Girl, I found my way out,

I found it at last now I’m sober

Oh-oo-oooo-

Your eyes practically shine as your head raises high,

Let’s go!

The bass guitars thrum loudly and everyone enjoys the rift, and Leon’s forced to tear his eyes away as he dances and laughs when Sonia nearly trips, falling into Raihan instead, and then he twirls her across the floor until she falls into Nessa’s arms and the two start to dance in sync together.

Leon distracts himself with the music. He tries to ignore the feeling of your eyes burning into him as the music continues, gets louder, vibrates through him just like your voice had done to him earlier. He lets himself enjoy the sweat and exhaustion that comes from dancing so much, the ache in his feet- he thrives in it.

You had told him to enjoy himself, hadn’t you?

His cheeks hurt from how much he was laughing and smiling, and he starts to forget about your purple-stained lips, but then you did something unexpected.

The songs you and your band made, easy to dance to, come to a quiet, and Leon had noticed how you removed your guitar and set it to the side. Music comes again as you walk up to the mic with a whistle, but the intense beat had him stopping in his steps to stare up at you. Slowly your hands went around the mic as you sing,

Woke up in the morning feelin’ cynical, typical,

Tryin’a rub the sleep out of my bloodshot eyes,

Did I just die? Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,

You smile as you take the mic away from the stand, but your eyes remain somewhat neutral and cold as you look out to the crowd.

I’ve been feelin’ self-destructive, but I love it,

I can’t help myself- your taste is so seductive,

Leon’s surprised when you hop off the stage, the line of the microphone following behind you as you twirl the wire between your fingers, but no one else seems to think it’s strange. Maybe you do it often. Naturally, people move out of your way as you continue to sing, but Leon finds himself frozen in place.

I’m feelin’...

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- on my mind, can’t rewind,

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- all the time, that’s my life,

And you’re headed right for him.

Somehow, he felt like he should have predicted it from how your eyes bore into him as he swayed and danced to your voice. But now? Again he realizes he doesn’t feel like dancing, but you reach for his arm just like before and pull him toward you anyway, making him twirl with you, everyone’s eyes on the two of you.

He doesn’t see them, and neither do you. The two of you are too busy twirling, twirling, twirling.

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- on my mind, can’t rewind, you sing,

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- all the time, that’s my life,

When you stop making the room spin, an unsettling whistle leaves your lips and Leon slowly backs away from you as you keep stalking toward him- and all of a sudden he’s aware of the feeling you’ve been giving him the entire night.

Something intoxicating that makes him feel like prey.

Frontin’ about my day, I’m feelin’ criminal, habitual,

I try to hide my pain behind a broken smile, so out of style,

Leon keeps backing up until his heel meets a surface- the stage. He backs up as far as he can against it, and you reach for him again, your hand smoothly running against his stubbled jaw as you move in close. Close enough that he can feel that same heat from before, the kind that makes him want to shiver.

Your hand holds his jaw, keeps him in place as your chest's touch and the microphone is the only thing keeping you away from his lips as you stare deep into his golden eyes.

I’ve been feelin’ self destructive, but I love it,

I can’t help myself, your taste is so seductive,

The tension is left unresolved as you pull on him again, away from the stage, and once again, you spin with him.

I’m feelin,

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- on my mind, can’t rewind,

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- all the time, that’s my life,

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- on my mind, can’t rewind,

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- all the time, that’s my life,

At the end of your chorus, you wink at him again and send him flying, twirling toward the crowd and right into Raihan’s lean, firm chest. You meander around the crowd some more as you sing, but after that, you eventually hop back on the stage to finish your song.

Leon, to put it simply, is out of breath, but you don’t look affected in the slightest. Maybe because it’s your job. Maybe because you're from another planet?

“Holy shit, man,” Raihan laughs from behind Leon as he grabs the Champion’s arms, twirling him once again, and Leon thinks he might just vomit if someone makes him spin like that one more time. “What the hell was that?”

The song isn’t over, but he can’t even hear it anymore as he’s swarmed by his friends. Nessa looks blown away. “We can’t take you anywhere, can we?” She laughs.

“Apparently not!”

“Har har,” Leon groans, a hand moving to clasp his sweaty forehead. “I think that’ll be enough dancing for me.” Behind him, he’s mildly aware of someone messing with his hair, and suddenly it feels a bit cooler as his hair is tied up into a ponytail, away from his neck and shoulders. Half his mind still intact, he reaches behind him, clasps a hand that feels like Raihan’s and squeezes it as a form of thanks- and then he’s stumbling away, back to his booth where he can catch his breath.

Time swirls in his head unsteadily, his head throbbing with the beat of drums and electronic noise. Leon still feels so hot- a heat in his belly that’s swirling and twirling and making him woozy. Resting in the booth he undoes a few buttons on his dress shirt, just wanting to cool down, but his tight pants keep him constricted and sweating.

Cool down. Leon just wants to cool down.

Blurry visions of purple lips and teeth cloud up his mind, and his pants are so tight, and a painfully unfamiliar and alluring voice still bounces in his skull. He hardly even notices when imaginary becomes reality as you eventually sit next to him in the booth, your hand on his thigh, and your chest pressed against his arms as you flash those bright teeth at him again. Weren’t you singing on stage? When did you leave? Where were his friends?

Are you really real?

He wants you to prove it to him.

Your laughter rings out, and suddenly you’re closer than before, and his disoriented mind hardly cares when your hands wander around his form. Purple lips press softly against his own, probably stained another hideously lovely color, but Leon’s so hot that it feels like a fever as his body moves to straddle you and he kisses you again. Again.

Something pulls on the loose strands of hair spilling out of his ponytail, and he moans, and then his hair is pulled once more- harder- and there’s a tongue in his mouth that tastes like razzberries.

Are you real?

Your lips trail against his jaw, hands holding his hips firmly- when did you get under his shirt? Leon can feel warm breaths on his ear, and there’s a whisper that rings through his hazy, clouded mind.

“I’ll prove it to you.”

It sounds like music.

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Waking up wasn’t pleasant when it felt like you were only waking up to a nightmare.

His dreams- he had barely dreamt- but his dreams were fuzzy and warm, pleasant. Nothing like the painful throb that he woke up to, thrumming through his whole body and his skull. The Champion doesn’t even have the pleasure of waking up in his own home.

When he opens his eyes, he sees that he’s in a living room of some sort, but he’s never been to this place before.

Which begs the question of how he got here at all. He has a feeling it’s not because of his horrible sense of direction- especially when he moves up from where he was sleeping on the couch and the blanket draped over him pools in his lap, letting him see the various marks that scatter across his body.

Hickies, love marks, predatory bites. Call them what you will.

There’s a lot of them.

“I see the Champion is finally awake,” a voice that’s only vaguely familiar cuts through his thoughts. Leon looks up, finding a blurry form of a body in a doorway. He can’t make out who it is, but when they step closer, his mind quickly catches up and does the math for him.

It’s you- that singer from last night. No longer bathed in neon lights, you look dramatically different- especially because you’re wearing a loose shirt and no pants, and Leon can easily see the bright marks scattered on you just like they’re on him.

He must have done that. To you.

“You know,” you speak up again, breaking Leon out of his thoughts. You move to sit carefully on the coffee table placed in front of the couch he’s on. You keep your distance, and the gesture is appreciated in the back of Leon’s mind. “I was surprised when I woke up this morning. I had no idea it was you.”

“You didn’t?” His voice is croaky and dry, and that’s when you hand him the glass of water that he hadn’t noticed you were carrying, along with two white pills that are probably aspirin.

“To be fair, the club is really dark. And I had already had a few drinks in me when I went up on stage.” You watch as Leon chugs the water you gave him. “But I was miles more sober than you were. I should have noticed.”

The information doesn’t make him feel better. There’s an uncomfortable feeling spreading through him from his gut, making his shoulders tense-

“We didn’t do anything,” you say. “Besides making out and all that. You were certainly tempting with how eager you acted,” you smile impishly at him, chuckling, “but I knew you were also out of your mind. Nothing happened besides some innocent grinding. You passed out on my couch, too, after a while. Woke up again and threw up all over yourself, but I cleaned that up. Should probably shower when you get home, though.”

Leon blinks once, twice, three times as he processes the information you gave him. There’s a chance you could be lying. The Champion hardly remembered anything from last night, just flashes. But when he looks at you, sitting half-naked as you twiddle nervously with your hands in your lap, he feels like he can believe you.

Especially the throwing up part. His stomach feels unsteady enough that he can certainly believe that part.

“...Thank you for doing that for me,” Leon murmurs eventually. “Do you… have any idea where my clothes are?”

“Ah,” you nod and stand up, hands on your thighs. “Yes, I had put them in the dryer earlier. Since you threw up on your clothes and all that. I’ll go see if they’re done.”

You leave for a separate room, leaving Leon alone in your living room. His head is still throbbing, but the aspirin is slowly kicking in.

As he slowly starts to assess the situation he’s in, the only words he can find to describe it is… odd. Very odd.

Getting drunk and making out with strangers isn’t like him. Especially male strangers. Especially coming home with said male strangers.

So what happened that made him so drawn to you, anyway? Leon honestly doesn’t know. You were attractive, that’s for sure.

Maybe he was lonely. Desperate.

He doesn’t get to think more about it because soon you walk into the room again- wearing some shorts this time- his clothes in your hand as you smile at him.

Your teeth aren’t glowing purple anymore, but there’s still a tint to them that makes him huff out a chuckle as he takes his clothes from your hand, murmuring a thank you as he does. You also hand him his phone, which he hadn’t even thought about until he saw it.

Turning the screen on, he sees a headache of messages waiting for him, so he turns it off for now.

“So where, uh… Am I, exactly?” He asks you as he puts his shirt back on, fumbling with the buttons. You sit back down on the coffee table.

“My apartment in Spikemuth, not that far from the bar. I know you’re pants with directions, so I can help you head back to Wyndon if you’d like. But I,” you look away from him again, and Leon notices how you twirl your hands in your lap again, “uh, I understand if you probably would like to head home by yourself, too.”

It clicks in Leon’s head then. For someone who acted so confidently last night, the confidence that lured Leon in to begin with- you were oddly cute once you were pulled into the light. It’s almost endearing.

Leon doesn’t reply in favor for shuffling on his pants instead- you glance away and hide your eyes with your hand as you do, which Leon audibly chuckles at since there’s not much for him to hide that you haven’t seen already, but he appreciates it none the less.

Instead of replying to your request, he asks a question. “What’s your name?” Your eyes meet his, and he smiles in a fluster. “I never really caught it last night. If I did- well- I forgot.”

“Right,” you nod and you don’t look like you mind. “The name’s ___.”

“___,” He tests the name on his lips. It sounds a bit familiar- so perhaps he did learn your name last night. “Well, ___. To be quite honest, last night was very unlike me. I’m a bit out of my comfort zone,” he says, and now his own hands are twirling around. “But I’d appreciate the invitation to get to know who I was smooching on last night if you’re willing to chat as we head to Wyndon.”

Your eyes light up in surprise- perhaps you weren’t expecting that. Again, the word ‘cute’ crosses his mind, especially when you smile at him. That was the most familiar thing- your smile and how you managed to still send anxious twirls in his stomach. It was odd…

“Yeah- that’d be nice. I’ll get changed and- well- you probably want to use my hairbrush. And maybe we can slap some make-up on your neck, too,” you laugh as you stand, Leon following close behind as you lead him to your bathroom.

Yes, the feeling you made him feel was odd… But not bad.

Not bad at all, really.

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Homesick recordings

This is the first part of my 1.5K celebration. I present to you the sequel to “Moments in the life of Y/N L/N”, the angstiest piece of trash I’ve ever written. Thank you 1.5 K guys it means a lot, thank you for being here and reading my crap writing and thank you for supporting my blog. Love ya 💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

When Y/N learns that her little girl is gonna leave for high school she suggests she tries recording herself when she’s feeling homesick. Sky believes that she won’t need it but as time passes she realizes that she might need her mom more than expected.

Monday, April 4th 20XX

“Okay so how do I do this exactly? *camera falls from its spot* Ah crap crap Jesus! Is it still working? Yep yep it is there’s my ugly face hehe. God why is my hair like that? Anyways um…. Hi, I guess? Do you say hi to a recording? This is weird to say the least. Today was the first day of school as you might have guessed and it was ….awkward. I got lost in that huge building twice and I ignored some kids by accident because they called me by my last name! I’m used to people referring to you when they say our last name ugh this is gonna take some time getting used to. The teacher is ....unique. He came into our classroom in a yellow sleeping bag and proceeded to worm around the room like a caterpillar. I don’t think he is the really giddy giddy fun teacher; he wrecked us during training. Gave us a freaking heart attack with a so called prank he pulled. *exasperated sigh* Who says that you’ll be expelled if you score last?? I don’t get it!! His name is Aizawa-sensei and I already believe he doesn’t like me. He stared at me for a solid five minutes with a frown on his face during training. If I’m being honest he was watching me the whole day which is kinda weird. I don’t know how to take that. Is he interested in my quirk or is he asking himself why they put me in his class? I can hear his voice saying ‘why do they keep sending me imbeciles?’. Well mister you can’t get rid of me now I got in and I’m staying! HA! *bang on the wall* YO SKY KID KEEP IT DOWN MAN! SORRY TOYOMI-SAN…..That was one of my roommates….She is a social worker I think. Oh I almost forgot, the apartment I found is nice. It deserves its price I mean. But you already know that since I called you once I got back from school…. See why this is stupid??? I’ll keep telling you things you already know because I have Alzheimer and I don’t remember what you know. *sigh* Oh well I guess you’ll have to endure this torture, you are my mother after all and I’m your precious only daughter so what can you do really? I finished my costume design. It turned out pretty cool, I like it. The jacket you suggested makes it ten times better. I look like a pilot. Well technically I am a pilot. I pilot clouds and now that you’re not here to scold me when I’m flying around I’ll take full advantage of it. You can’t stop me mother! Anyways, it’s getting late and I have school tomorrow so I’ll end this here. I don’t know when I’ll record next…. Most likely when I’m feeling home sick again. Haha it's the first day away from home and I’m already missing you and those two idiots. *soft snort* Goodnight mom, love you.” *recording ends*.

Wednesday, April 27th 20XX

“Hello again, it’s me, your neighborhood cripple. *wince* You could say I’m a sight for sore eyes because I’m sore all over. You’ve seen the attack on the news. Of course you have, everyone’s shaming UA high for lack of security. Why you haven’t called me yet is a mystery, I guess you’re at work? And before you start throwing a tantrum about me not calling first and blah blah, I wanted to record this first, let you see the actual injuries before I minimize them when I call you. *stares off* Something weird happened during the attack. Apart from the fact that well we were attacked and our homeroom teacher was almost beaten into a pulp, the villains were ….. interesting. When they first appeared I was teleported by this minecraft portal looking ass to another part of the USJ and to be honest I kicked some serious ass. That *wince* that was not the weird thing. While I was fighting I saw Aizawa-sensei facing some type of giant ostrich? Although that that thing wasn’t an ostrich…. I don’t know what it was but mom it was terrifying. *visible shiver* It just grabbed him and mopped the floor with him and I just couldn’t sit there and do nothing. So I went to help or at least that was my goal. That person who teleported me at the beginning tried to do it again and I may have snapped a little bit. I got so angry when he moved me to the other side of the arena that for a moment I totally forgot about what was happening. While I was fighting him his quirk kinda connected with mine. It was strange. Every time I shot a cloud at him the mist that surrounded him kinda engulfed it. It wasn’t only happening to me. I could manipulate his mist. Not every time just like he couldn’t sabotage my clouds every time, but it still happened. I don’t know why it happened or how it happened and I have no idea what I’m gonna do about it. Maybe it was part of his quirk but it didn’t happen to anyone else…..*wince* God I have a headache. *chuckle* You do realize you are never going to see these videos right? Seeing me like this would send you into a comma and then you would come back to haunt me and my classmates. Anyways, I’ll call you and then I’m going to sleep. Love ya mom.” *recording ends*

Tuesday, June 3rd 20XX

“*walking back and forth in her room* You know how I said that Bakugou is a really fun person to tease? Well that was before he exposed me to the whole class.*laugh* In reality I’m not really mad, it was a nice comeback and if I’m being honest it was hilarious but it was still a shocker. We were going back and forth with that tik tok challenge where you expose your friend’s flaws. So I was standing there pointing out his superiority complex when he dropped the bomb…… ‘It’s the daddy issues for me’......THIS KID. THE AUDACITY. I thought my daddy issues were kept on the down low!!! I’ve done nothing to trigger this comment!! Sure I may or may not have told Mina that you raised me alone and about that counselor incident but that doesn’t mean I have daddy issues. *grumble* You need to have a dad to have daddy issues. Ughh God I hate him sometimes so very much. Thankfully the summer camp is tomorrow. I’ll get to wipe the floor with him in volleyball. I’m gonna draw those anger issues out…. I need some air. *three hours later* I’m back… yay. It’s weird to think about it you know. What you must have gone through when he passed. I know you don’t really like talking about him or anything before I came along but I would love to know what he was like. I’m not gonna ask you in real life of course, I would never do that to you. I know it hurts. I just wanted to say it out loud…*barely audible sniffle* … Well this got sentimental real quick. I think I should go to bed. I love you mom, goodnight.” *recording ends*

Friday, March 14th 20XX

“Of all the things that could’ve happened, this one was the last one on my list. Actually it wasn’t even on the freaking list, dammit! *sniffle* You know things like this don’t happen to everyone. I must be a really lucky person. Tell me one other person who gets to meet their dead parent in a high surveillance prison?? And above that I got an explanation why he was like this. Amazing right? God this is so stupid! I hate it. I hate this situation, I hate that I can’t tell you about it, I hate keeping you in the dark because at the end of the day I’m not the one who was in love with him. He may be my dad but I don’t have a connection with him! I never met him! He wasn’t there when I started walking or talking, he wasn’t the one who dropped me off on the first day of school, he didn’t teach me how to ride a bike, he-he * sob* I shouldn’t-shouldn’t be upset over this. Aizawa-sensei and Present Mic should be the ones sobbing on their floor. Not me. He doesn’t - I don’t- ugh - I don’t mean anything to him in the end. He died 15 years ago. That’s it. He was in love with you, he knew you, I was nowhere to be found. If he could reach out to us more than just a few words he wouldn’t know who the hell I was. *sobs* I have a picture of you two you know….It’s the one I had found when I was five. When you told me that that was my dad I felt like I could form a connection with the person in that photo. So I kept it, you never went through your old photo albums anyway and you never looked for the missing photo. And I kept it with me. I tore a small pocket in my backpack and put the photo there. I thought that having both of you with me at all times would bring me luck. I liked the fact that I looked like him. Now I realize how painful that must have been for you, seeing him in me everyday….and Aizawa-sensei, god, having me in his class must have been torture. He didn’t know that I was his friend’s daughter of course but I looked enough like him to bring back memories. God this sucks…. *deep breathes* I-I have practice so I gotta go. Love you.” *recording ends*

Thursday, March 20th 20XX

“Hi, it’s me again. I know that I’m recording almost a week after the previous one but… mom I have been assigned a mission and it’s major. It’ll be an attack at a hospital where we believe that experiments are being conducted. We got that information from um what do I call him? *shakes head* from a prisoner in Tartarus, the high surveillance prison I was at last week? Yeah that one. The mission will be really dangerous, that’s what we’ve been told and I can understand that. I mean we are attacking a major operation of AFO, of course it’ll be dangerous. Since we are students we are to stay away from the hospital and monitor the surrounding area but…. I asked Present Mic to go with them in the hospital. I can help keep things in place and I can move people in and out quicker than any of them, plus this is personal. I think Present Mic understands that. He said he’ll talk to Aizawa-sensei about it but regardless….. I’ll find who did that to him, I promise you that. I want to know if...if this was all some grand plan because what they did to him they did to dozens other people and as much as I hate them for taking my father away, I also hate them for what they’ve done to all those other families…… I’m recording this because I don’t know if I come back in one piece or if I come back at all. This is very dangerous and we don’t really know what to expect. What we are getting ourselves into. I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for giving me everything that I needed in life. Thank you for being the best mom anyone could ever have. You raised me by pushing your own sadness and grief to the side and doing the best job you could. So thank you for being my mom and I’m sorry for the pain I caused you. I love you mom, so very much. Bye, bye mommy.” *recording ends.*

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taking orders // l.h.

Where you think you hate the new waiter at your job, but do you actually?

Yo! I’ve had this idea for a while so I hope you guys enjoy! this is my first time writing smut so spare me. Feedback is appreciated as always!

Edit: I’ve decided to make a series called 9to5!sos where they have everyday minimum wage jobs, so this is the first one :)

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: smut and strong language

Pairing: waiter!luke x reader

Tense: first person

I buttoned my ironed, white shirt to the very top and tucked it into my black pants. I looked through my drawer and found the one tie I owned and tied it around my neck. God, I was running late AGAIN. Going ten over the speed limit wouldn’t hurt, right? I quickly grabbed my apron from my chair and ran out to my car. Nothing like working the brunch shift. Waking up at an ungodly hour to try and beat traffic. Snobby, rich old people getting tipsy off of the mimosas and holding a grudge if you ever take more than 5 minutes to get them another one. My favorite shift ever, isn’t it? Yeah, right. It sucks. Everyday I regret not doing better in school and getting a scholarship to go to college and actually be productive in life. Instead, I slave away every weekend and evening after classes to pay for college.

Lucky for me, I barely beat the traffic and make it to work with 2 minutes to spare. I parked in the back with every other employee and quickly go in through the back door. I greet the people I work with today and go to the computer to clock in. After that, I go to the hostess stand while I tie my apron around my waist and see what five tables I’m in charge of until 4 o’clock. Patrons start rolling in within ten minutes and it’s time to start working.

Suddenly, my boss walked to me with a pep in her step as she usually does. Violet was a nice older woman in her late forties with kind eyes and a way with words that could make anyone smile.

“Honey, I thought I should ask you rather than surprise you, we have a new waiter I just hired. He’s a nice young man around your age, I was wondering if you could train him tomorrow evening? It’s Monday, so it won’t be busy. I would never make you train someone on a day like today.” She was rambling, as per usual, and I interrupted her as I often have to.

“Yes, I can train him. It’s no problem.” I smiled and she let out a sigh of relief. Everyone always complained about training new people, but I was always happy to. Violet gave me a chance after I graduated and was desperate to pay tuition, so it was the least I could do.

“Thank you, sweetie. Okay, I won’t keep you. Don’t be afraid to let me know if you need anything!” And with that, she walked back through the kitchen doors and to her office.

I walked to my section and waited for my customers to arrive. Not long after, two of my tables were filled and I could finally get to work. I took drink orders and made brief small talk. Most of these people were actually pretty nice and patient, thankfully. It made my shift go by a lot faster.

—

My shift ended after a grueling 6 hours with no break. I went into the kitchen and clocked out, getting ready to leave until I was told Violet wanted me in her office. I went into her office, closing the door behind me to see her along with a guy around my age.

He had blue eyes that looked like tropical ocean water you could dive into. His golden curls fell below his ears and he was insanely tall. He towered over me and Violet. And, not to mention, he was extremely broad. He wore a button up shirt that looked to be silk buttoned quite low that was tucked into his tight jeans. He was gorgeous, I had to admit. But he didn’t look friendly. His eyes stared into my soul and when he shook my hand, it was too firm. Not a good firm, a ‘let’s get this over with’ firm. But maybe looks are deceiving. I silently hoped so.

“Hey, I’m Luke, the one you’ll be training tomorrow.” His face just screamed ‘get me the hell out of here’. It was quite unsettling.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” I gave an awkward smile. God, get me the hell out of here, “See you tomorrow night!”

And with that, I got the hell out of there.

—

“Ana, you will not believe what happened today!” I loosened my tie, pulling it over my head and throwing it on my desk and unbuttoning a few of the top buttons on my shirt.

My roommate, Ana, was lying in her bed watching Netflix. She was tall with auburn hair and brown eyes. Her eyes were like daggers, but her personality was far from that. She immediately paused her show and looked at me expectantly, “Tell me more! You can’t come in here yelling with a lame story so it better be good.”

“So this new guy got hired, and he is absolutely gorgeous. He is sent from the gods. Curly golden hair, blue eyes, tall, broad, blah blah blah, but! He has the personality of a fucking door. He already seems like an arrogant asshole. And I have to train him tomorrow! God, I am not ready for it at all. My boss said he has experience, so he probably thinks he’s so great, ugh! I already hate him.” I was pacing around the room, ranting, absolutely pissed. I was so unlucky.

“Maybe it was just an off day, y/n. He can’t be that bad already! Look on the bright side for once, let loose! Watch Stranger Things with me and forget about some stupid guy.” She patted the spot next to her on her bed, and I sat next to her.

“Steve is the only man who is relevant anyways.”

—

I clocked in for my shift, looking around for Luke. I spotted him in Violet’s office, so I let myself in.

“Ready for your first day?” I tried to sound enthusiastic, but it felt impossible. He silently nodded with an unamused look on his face, following me out of the office. This is gonna suck.

I led him to the hostess stand and showed him where our section would be, “So, right after you clock in, you’re gonna need to check in with the hostesses so they can start seating your section and so you know what tables are yours.”

“Mhm.” He was so unamused. He had no emotion. God, it was unbearable.

“After you get off of training, you’ll only get 3 tables for a week or two and slowly get more…” he nodded, still unamused.

One of my tables got filled. It was a couple in their late 40s or early 50s. This could be either great or terrible.

I went to their table and put on my customer service voice, “Hello guys! Welcome to Ophelia’s. My name is Y/N and I will be your server tonight. This is Luke, my trainee. He’ll be watching me tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?”

“Can we get a bottle of Hermann J. Wiemer HJW Vineyard Riesling 2016, please? It’s our anniversary.” The husband looked at his wife lovingly, thank god, nice customers.

“Of course! Would you like some waters as well?”

“That would be great, thank you so much.” I picked up the pitcher of water nearby, filling the glasses on the table, then leaving to go to the bar.

We walked back to the bar and I stopped just outside of the entrance of it.

“So, when someone orders alcohol, you have to tell a bartender. In the case of wine, they’ll just give you the bottle and the glasses so you can pour it at their table for them.”

“Yeah, that’s how it was when I worked for my dad at his restaurant. Nothing new.” His tone was flat. He was obviously ready for his training to end but he had 4 more hours of it.

“Okay, good for you, but I still have to tell you what we do.” I snapped, then told the bartender what I needed.

After receiving the wine and the glasses we went back to the table. The customer service voice was back.

“Here is your wine,” I set the glasses on the table, then opened the bottle of wine and poured it in their glass. I screwed the cap back on, setting the bottle on the table, “Are you two ready to order? Or do you need a few minutes?”

They ordered their meals and I led Luke to one of the four computers to punch in the order.

“This is where you punch orders in. You’ll log in and press the ‘take orders’ button. It’s touch screen. Type it in and specify anything that needs left out or added in. But I’m sure you’ve done this before, right?” My tone was cold. I was absolutely pissed at him. I quickly punched in the order and pressed submit.

“You know, it’s not my fault I could run circles around you doing the same job even though you’ve had it longer. It’s in my genes, sweetheart.”

I couldn’t even begin to think of what to say. I silently walked to my other tables with him following behind, having to pretend I wasn’t filled with rage.

—

“Ana! He somehow got fucking worse!” I pulled off my uniform and changed into sweats and a t shirt, absolutely fuming.

“What did he do now?”

“He’s so arrogant! He kept disregarding everything I taught him, saying he already knew everything! He’s such a dick! I hate him!” I jumped face first into my twin size bed, groaning into my pillow, “why are all the hot ones shitty people?”

Ana sighed, squeezing beside me on the bed, “I wish I knew. But you know what you need to do now, right?”

“What?” At this point, I was desperate for answers.

“Make way better tips than him, give way better service, show him he’ll never be better than you! Make him come to his senses. You’re the baddest bitch I know. Act like it!”

I sighed, rolling onto my back, “I’m gonna be better than him. I am better than him.”

“Damn right you are! Let’s get drunk!”

—

A week had passed since Luke decided to ruin my life and start working at Ophelia’s. He was finished with training so he had his own tables now. It was my time to prove that he will never be better than me.

I checked on my tables frequently, making sure drinks stayed filled at all times. I constantly checked to see how far along the food was in the kitchen. I was on top of everything.

It happened to be Thursday, and my regular customers who always request me were there. I went over to their table to have conversation since I finally had a minute to breathe.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Fendel! How has retirement been treating you guys?”

Mrs. Fendel let out a sigh of admiration, “Oh it’s just lovely, I finally have peace. It’s really nice. How have you been honey?”

“Oh I’ve been okay, you know, college stuff.”

“What was your major again, love?”

“Forensic psychology, my dad did that, so I wanted to follow in his footsteps.” I smiled, clicking my pen subconsciously.

Mrs. Fendel looked over to the other side of the restaurant, “Who is that young man? I’ve never seen him before… the one with the blond hair?”

I knew exactly who she was talking about without even looking, “That’s Luke. He’s new.” I had a tone of disinterest in my voice. There was no way for me to show the slightest bit of interest in him.

“Well isn’t he a handsome young man?” She gave me the ‘why don’t you try getting on that’ look that old women give when they try match making. A look I knew all too well. But there was no way in hell that I would ever be caught dead trying to get with Luke. He was an asshole who only thought about himself. He was self centered and arrogant; I hate him.

“He’s just… not the nicest guy in the world. I’m gonna go check on your food, and I’ll be right back.” I forced a smile and walked away. God, it felt impossible to like Luke in any way, shape, or form. My thoughts were interrupted by a very late “on your left” and a tray of drinks being spilled all over me and glasses hitting the floor and breaking. My white shirt was covered in red wine and champagne. I looked to see who was the one who bumped into me with the tray, and to my luck, it was Luke fucking Hemmings.

“Are you kidding me!? You said you were coming out of the doors at the very last second!”

“Maybe watch where you’re going rather than counting on me to warn you! It’s common sense! But you wouldn’t know, would you?” He was picking up the shards of glass and staring daggers into my soul.

I didn’t even know what to say. I was unbelievably pissed off. I quickly walked into the kitchen, far away from him. What the fuck was his problem? Why did he feel the need to be a fucking dick constantly? I sighed heavily and walked straight to the bathroom, not even bothering to lend a helping hand to Luke. Once I was in the restroom I made sure I was alone before I slid down the wall inside the stall and started crying. ‘ I have to get revenge,’ I thought evilly to myself. Maybe Ana would know just what to do. Or maybe I could just kill him with kindness.

—

“Y/N, just ignore him! He isn’t worth your time and effort.”

“I wanna get revenge for his shitty attitude, Ana! He deserves a taste of his own medicine…”

She sighed, looking me dead in the eyes, “I have a few ideas.”

“Lay then on me. I’m open to anything.”

She hummed, closing the bottle of nail polish she was using and putting it on the floor, “Well, you could just be overly nice to him.”

“I want to scheme though.”

She sighed, “Okay fine… I have a great idea. You guys punch in orders electronically, right?” I nodded, eager to hear the rest of what she had to say, “You could delete the orders he puts in so the kitchen doesn’t get them, and then his customers will be mad at him for taking forever to get the food out. Little does he know, his order didn’t even make it to the kitchen. He’ll get in trouble, and he won’t be on his high horse saying he’s the best.”

Ana was a genius. I slowly smiled, I had my plan. This had to work. “You’re a fucking genius.”

“What can I say? I somehow got into college, so there’s gotta be a little bit of smarts somewhere in this brain of mine.”

“How do I make sure he doesn’t find out I’m the one doing it?”

She let out a chuckle, “Don’t get caught. Better get ready, your shifts in an hour and a half.”

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I checked in at the hostess stand so my tables could get seated. It was Friday, so it was a little busier than usual. But not terribly. So it was the perfect day to sabotage Luke, if I went through with it. But my tables were first priority. Two of my tables got filled, so I quickly got their drink orders and had small talk. But as soon as I got the drinks to their tables I realized I accidentally gave the woman unsweetened tea instead of sweet, and as soon as she tasted it she had to give it back. I quickly went back into the kitchen, where I saw Luke’s stupid face.

“Can’t read the clear labels that say sweetened and unsweetened, sweetheart?” He had a sarcastic undertone with each word he spoke to me and had a stupid grin on his face. Asshole.

“Fuck off, asshole.”

“Well you’re sassy, aren’t you, princess?”

After this shitty encounter, I thought it was a good time to start sabotaging him. He walked out of the kitchen to take entree orders for a table of 4. He flashed a charismatic smile to everyone and walked away when he finished. Ugh, that stupid smile of his. Everyone just thinks he’s amazing, I hate it. He put in his order on the computer, walking in back to most likely get more drinks for one of his other tables. I quickly ran to the computer he just used and went to the ‘processing orders’ option. Lucky for me, Violet trusted me enough and gave me the login that gives me access to everything. I cancelled the order he just put in and logged out as soon as I finished. I wasn’t going to do this for every single order obviously, but enough to where Violet would notice and have to talk to him.

I went back to my table and took their orders as if nothing happened, like I normally would.

About twenty minutes passed pretty quickly, and I was going to the kitchen to see how far along the meals I put in were.

“What do you mean you didn’t get the order I put in? I put it in twenty minutes ago! It makes no sense. Fuck, now I have to somehow explain this. It was two pesto chicken pastas and two clam chowders. I need it as soon as possible, I’m sorry, it’s my fault I should’ve checked earlier.” Luke was visibly stressed out of his mind as he walked back to the table.

This would teach him. I only planned on doing it one more time, just to teach him a lesson. I walked back to my table with the water pitcher, filling the empty glasses as I eavesdropped on Luke’s conversation with his table.

“I’m so sorry for the wait, but our computer system glitched a-and your order got deleted so it’s just now getting started but I promise I’ll get it to you as soon as possible, um would you guys like an appetizer? For free, of course, on me.”

He was so stressed out, he desperately needed to be liked. He couldn’t stand the idea of anyone complaining about him. He thought he had to be perfect at all times, and it was refreshing to see him make a mistake.

The customers were very obviously frustrated, but took up his offer on the appetizer. When Luke walked away, worry was all over his face. He was stressed out of his mind. Maybe this would teach him a lesson.

I walked around my section, asking if everyone was doing alright and refilled drinks. A customer ordered a salad, so I had to go to the kitchen to make it for them. As I went to the salad station, I saw Violet talking to Luke in the corner.

“You cannot mess up this bad, Luke. It doesn’t make us look good at all. I know you just started, but with experience on your belt, I expected more from you. It happening to one table is an accident, but twice? You had to just not use the computer right.”

Luke was extremely upset, and he wouldn’t let her walk away without his side of the story, “I swear I pressed submit each time! Violet, I really need this job. This is the only thing I’m good at, I swear it won’t happen again. Just give me another chance, I’m so sorry.” He was desperate to keep this job. He was practically begging on his knees, proving he learned his lesson.

Violet let out a heavy sigh, “I’m not gonna fire you, Luke. But I have to write you up… I know you can be better. Prove it.” And with that, she walked away from him. I finally did it, I gave him the lesson he deserved.

“Y/N! Honey, I have a favor.” Violet’s distinct voice rang through the kitchen.

I turned around, the bowl of salad I just made on a tray in my hands, “What is it?”

“I need you to close with Luke tonight and tomorrow. After what he did, I think you need to teach him the right way to do things again.”

God damn it. I have to be alone with him. Fuck, shit. And I can’t say no either, “Yes, of course, no problem.”

Son of a bitch. Karma for getting revenge, I suppose.

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“I don’t fucking get why she had to pick you to close with me.” Luke was fuming as he held trash bags in each of his hands.

I quickly ran up behind him and pulled the back of his shirt to make him turn and look at me, “I could say the fucking same about you, Luke! Listen, I get that you fucked up, but you could maybe stop blaming others for your mistakes!”

“Oh, cry me a fucking river! You just hate that I’m better than you! You can’t stand it!”

I could feel the tears coming, but I tried so hard to hold it in, “You’re a dick!”

“You’re a jealous bitch!”

“Fuck you, Luke!” The tears started streaming down my face, and there was no stopping them. I quickly walked away from him to the bathroom, locking the door and letting it all out. Why was I letting him get to me? I let out loud sobs that had no sign of stopping. He was right— I am jealous. I don’t want to be replaced because of him being better than me.

He knocked on the bathroom door, “Y/N? Please come out, I-I just want to talk. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings… if you want to come out, I’ll be at a table rolling silverware… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it.” I heard his footsteps fade away, and I was contemplating leaving the bathroom. It was hard to decide. Eventually, I had to leave the bathroom, so I got up and left to go join him at a table.

I saw him in a booth across the restaurant and sat across from him. I started to roll the silverware silently, keeping my eyes glued downwards at the task at hand. Sometimes, I would look up at him, but then he would look at me so I’d quickly look away.

This continued for ten minutes, and it was extremely awkward.

He finally decided to break the silence, “So, um, Violet said you’ve worked here a year?”

You were surprised he was the one to start a conversation, but you decided you should be civil and talk back, despite the fact that he just made you bawl your eyes out in the bathroom, “Yeah, um, I was desperate to pay for college so she took me in. I’m practically her daughter at this point. So... she said you have experience already?”

“Yeah, my dad owned a restaurant, it was the family business. It was my great grandpa’s, then my grandpa’s, then my dad’s, and I was supposed to be next… but we went out of business. I worked there as soon as I turned 15. I was so excited to inherit it, but that’s not gonna happen now, so. It is what it is.”

I frowned, he had a lot more to him than I initially thought, “I’m sorry about that…”

“It’s whatever, I guess everything happens for a reason,” his tone was cold. He was extremely upset about this. When he would look at me, it was like he actually had sincerity in his heart, “I’m sorry for being arrogant and acting like I know everything. I’m just… still angry. I got cocky whenever my dad told me I would be getting the business once he retired. But then shortly after, business wasn’t booming anymore and he had to close the restaurant. I’m basically full of angst and take my anger out on others. It’s a bad trait.”

I instantly regretted what I did. It was wrong of him to be arrogant, but he was just angry at the world. He wasn’t just angry at me, “Luke, it’s okay to be angry. I would be, too.”

“You’re not too bad of a waitress, I guess you may be a little better than me,” He grinned, cracking the joke to lighten the mood, “I’m sorry for making you cry… I wish I could undo that. Let me buy you dinner? There’s this diner a few miles away open 24 hours.”

“Okay, sure. Let’s get dinner.” I smiled, and for the first time, I think he smiled back with sincerity.

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Surprisingly, dinner went really well last night. Luke wasn’t as bad as he initially seemed to be. He was actually really funny, and pretty nice once you get past his built up angst. My phone lit up with a text message.

‘I had a really good time last night. See you at work tomorrow morning :)’

I smiled to myself, quickly replying and sitting my phone down.

“What are you smiling about?” Ana smirked, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Oh… just, Luke isn’t as bad as I thought, actually. He’s kind of cool.”

“Is that so? He isn’t actually an arrogant asshole?”

I shook my head, “No, actually; he’s full of angst, though. But he’ll get better eventually. We work the same shift again tonight.”

“Don’t let him be mean to you again!”

“He won’t!”

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It was extremely busy at the restaurant. I messed up drink orders more often than usual, and I brought the wrong food to the wrong table more than once. I was stressed out of my mind. I walked into the kitchen and made 3 drinks quickly; the kitchen was a complete madhouse. I put the drinks on my tray and turned around to see Luke, but it was too late to stop, causing the drinks fall to the floor.

He sighed impatiently, a look of annoyance painted all over his face, “Y/N, today is not the fucking day to mess-“ He saw me wince when he started to yell, and he stopped himself, bending down to pick up the cups and lowering his tone, “Hey, it’s okay, tonight is rough. Just take a deep breath. I’m sorry.”

“Luke! You’re not helping, please just give me a break!” I quickly remade the drinks and walked away, feeling like I was about to cry my eyes out. This shift would never end. There was only an hour left, but it felt like an eternity. The tips tonight weren’t as good due to the several mistakes, which didn’t surprise me. Everything was going wrong. I served my last table their meals and went to the now calm kitchen to take a breather.

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Once everyone left, it was time to close the restaurant. The only people left were Luke and myself. I was silently sweeping the floor when I heard his voice from behind me.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you today, I was just stressed out.”

“Luke you just don’t get it. I’m not good at this job; you’re so much better than me. I don’t wanna lose my job, but I’m scared that soon enough I will. I need this job to pay for college, but I don’t even deserve it!”

“Y/N! You deserve it way more than me! What do you even mean you don’t?”

“You know, when you first got hired, I claimed that I was better than you. But in reality, I just didn’t want anyone to be better than me because I can’t lose this. After today, Violet was so disappointed in me! I just don’t know what to-“

I was cut off by him grabbing a fist full of my shirt and crashing his lips onto mine. At first, I didn’t move. He pulled away, looking me in the eyes, “Relax, babe. You’re not gonna lose your job. You’re way better than I’ll ever be at this job. You’re amazing, and I never hated you. I was just cocky and stupid, and I’m sorry.”

I kissed him, tangling one hand in his hair. He held my waist, pulling away to take me to the empty bathroom. He pulled his tie off, then started to unbutton my shirt, pausing to ask if it was okay. I nodded eagerly, also unbuttoning his shirt and taking his tie off.

“Needy much, darling?” He smirked, priding himself on his cocky attitude.

I blushed, nodding quickly, “I guess you could say that.” His knee found its way between my legs and I bucked my hips forward in an attempt to create friction.

He chuckled darkly, “I’m sure once I give you the real thing you won’t need to put in this much effort, love.”

I clenched my teeth, speaking between my teeth, “Then do it, love.”

“My pleasure.” He lifted me onto the sink, pulling my pants down and pulling a condom out of his pocket. He slowly pushed into me, trying to give me time to adjust to his size.

I winced and gripped a handful of his hair, hoping to God I’d eventually adjust. With my other hand, I gripped onto his shoulder, pushing my head back and breathing heavily, “A-ah Luke-“

“Doing alright, darling?” He kissed up my neck, leaving small marks here and there. His voice was filled with lust, “You’re doing so good, baby, taking my cock so good, aren’t you?”

I moaned in response, hoping he wouldn’t stop praising me. I can’t lie- it turned me on. He picked up his pace, gripping my hip and biting his lip in concentration.

“Luke, I’m so close, faster!” He went faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Come on princess, hold out just a little longer for me. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl for me?”

I nodded quickly, eager for release. His hand made its way to my clit, and I gasped at the sudden pleasure, “I’m gonna cum, Luke!”

“Me too, fuck.” I gripped his hair in my fist even tighter, and my orgasm tore through me.

Luke was close behind, “God, you did so good, baby.” His movements slowed down, and he was catching his breath. He slowly pulled out of me and slipped off the condom, disposing it.

I looked at him, in a daze, “So, uh, what now?”

He hummed, “Well, I guess we should finish our closing work. And then I can take you to dinner if you’re up for it?”

I chuckled, “It’s the least you could do for fucking me before our first date.” I kissed him softly, smiling at him. Maybe he wasn’t just some angst filled waiter after all.

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I woke up the next morning to a text from Luke.

‘I had a great time last night, can we get coffee like, as soon as you wake up?’

I smiled, answering immediately, ‘see you there in 30 minutes.’

I quickly got dressed and left to my car. I drove to the coffee shop and parked my car in a pretty close parking spot. I went inside and ordered an iced latte, dropping an extra dollar in the tip jar. I sat at the table, waiting for him to arrive.

He arrived shortly after, ordering an americano and sitting across from me.

“So, last night was… really good. I enjoyed it a lot.” He smiled at me, putting his hand on top of mine.

“I did too. I really did. You’re a better guy than I thought, Luke.”

“Do you want to, maybe, be a thing?”

I chuckled, “You mean date?”

“Uh, yes?”

“Oh I don’t know Luke… you’re kind of the worst.” I smirked and he rolled his eyes, leaning over the table and kissing me sweetly.

“But you love it.”

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painandpleasure86 · 5 years

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My lips search for your lips (BreakyWeek2k19)

Author’s note: Hi ppl! I was writing something more (shush) and this came to my mind suddenly. Sorry the typos in advance, English its my 2nd language. First time writing something ship related...We will see how this results.

This will be posted November 12th, sorry the delay... But I started to write it in November 11th, that counts? LMAO.

Prompt for Day 1 that I choosed: “First Kiss”

Warnings: Fluff, with a touch of angst.

Word count: +1.4k

Tag list: @runningfortocome @warriorteam1924 @painkiller80

It's winter. Trees without their leafs, snow falling from the sky, windy days, less sunlight, so, more time with darkness. And in that darkness, some smiles brights like the noon sun, giving to us happiness and cheering us up.

He had and have that smile. Always so kind, always so wide. Always he found a reason to do it. Despite he do that for himself, he was pretty aware that made the day to someone more with his smile. And even more than make their day better, make their life better. He wasnt aware that his smile made someone start to being in love with him, and was the most unexpected person in the entire globe.

Time to recording. The four working so hard for the next album, doing their best. During a break, he saw the opportunity to speak finally about his feelings with his friend. Both were sat near to the another one in the consoles room next to the recording room itself, drinking a beer.

"Fred", he said in a whisper. "I need to say something to you".

"Go ahead darling", he said smiling kindly.

He watched across the room with shyness. His mouth came closer to the right ear of Freddie and said "not here."

"Well, come with me."

Both stand up of their chairs and go outside of the recording room.

Once that the door was closed, Fred said "I'm all ears honey".

He didn't knew how to start. His natural shyness was increased for the kind of confession that he wanted to make to his soul brother. He was hesitant, but at the same time he needed to vent. He gulped saliva. He breathed deeply. He sighed deeply too. Closed his eyes for a moment. Was ready.

"Well… emmm I love someone more that isn't Chrissie".

Fred didn't couldn't resist to laugh a little.

"Go ahead with that girl and have fun".

He watched at the eyes of his friends with a sad vibe.

"It's a man." And he covered his face with his huge hands trying to hide the 'shame'.

Freddie laughed a bit.

"Now I need to know who's the chosen one".

Brian, quitting his hands of his face, but watching to the floor he said "he haves the most precious smile that I ever see in my entire life." He giggle a bit, raising his head and watching to something far away from them. "I just want to see that smile everyday, next to me, every morning…" His eyes was shinning and he smiles more. "I want his eyes looking at me with love and affection. I want that he hugs so tightly to me like he does to Roger", ended with a big blush in his face.

Just with that last words Freddie could confirm his suspect. He watched at the eyes to his friend and puts a hand in one of the shoulders of his friend.

"Go for Johnny! I think that's mutual the feeling darling. But go and speak of this with him as soon as you can…"

"Well.. I'll do today sincerely. I can't have this with me anymore… I don't know if tomorrow I die and he didn't knew about my feelings".

Fred giggled.

"Haha, being a dramatic lady as usual…".

Brian smiled. His friend too. Both looked at the eyes of the another.

"Better?" said Fred.

He sighed deeply.

"Yeah. More free."

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They came back to the consoles room. The four back at work.

He was waiting for the right moment, barely dissimulating his nerves. Fred in some moment, said at his ear "relax… I'll go with Rog to record some vocals. You can speak with him now".

The brunette man left his bass in the studio and gone to the room next to the recording room itself, to rest a little. He sat near to Brian in the couch, the last one was pretty nervous.

"Brian, are you okay?" he asked concerned, looking at him and putting his left hand in the right shoulder of his bandmate.

The curly one felts some pressure in his tummy, that damn nerves. His thoughts was like "oh he's touching me, he's concerned about me!"

Finally can respond the ask.

"N-no sincerely." said looking at the eyes of the bassist, pretty uncomfortable.

John watched at Bri's eyes with kindness. "Y'know that you and myself argue a lot about music, but quitting that, you can count on me with anything you need." He quitted the hand and hugged him with an arm, pretty tightly. "Seriously mate… you can tell me if you want; if not, I'll try to make you feel better at least" said smiling widely. That smile.

Brian didn't resisted more. After checked that the producers and sound engineer didn't watched at them, he kisses the left cheek of his friend, pressing against him with his left hand in the right cheek of the another one. With his right arm hugged to the bassist tightly.

John was surprised, but not uncomfortable. Indeed, he blushed and smiled shyly. And Brian noticed that. They left to hug them and watched at the another eyes. Brian asked "still have some beers?" His friend responded "I think that this night will be so long, so, we can go for a couple of them no?" And winked an eye.

John said in loud voice "well guys Bri and I will go to buy some beers. Someone wants something?" The producer quitted partially his headphones, watched at him and said smiling "some chips will be great". Their friends were recording voices, so, they didn't hear the voice of his friend.

Moments later, when Brian and John gone, Fred watched that their friends aren't there and he smiled, thinking "finally!"

Rog watched at Fred, confused.

"Are you okay mate?"

He turned to him and responded "yeah Roger, I'm happy… happy for how the song it's turning in something good.

Roger smiled.

"Don't lie Fred, hahaha. And for your information, Deaky told me something similar that surely Bri told to you". Both were aware of that incoming couple… and couldnt be more happier.

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In their way to buy beers, they tried to not be recognized for the people, so they walked for pretty dark sidewalks.

They was just walking together, in silence. But, suddenly the youngest had an impulse to push to the curly man against a wall of a narrow lane.

He grabbed the face of the another with his hands and he kissed to his bandmate. Their lips were in contact for the very first time. Was brief. But enough in that moment. Both watched at the eyes, he still grabbing the face with his hands, the another hugging John in his waist. The scene was so romantic. The love was in the air. They stared almost like a minute, enjoying the moment.

And, again suddenly, John was in one of his knees, grabbing the right hand of Brian with both of his hands, watching to his loved one.

"Mr May, will you date with me? You will care me, love and respect me until the death separate us or our wives discover us and force to us to be straight again (almost the same than death)?

Brian giggled.

"I do."

John smiled.

He was in his feet again and grabbed the face of Brian, kissing him again, now with passion.

Trying to speak, Brian said "I- I didn't said that thing of "Mr Deacon wants to blah blah blah…" unfair”. John stopped his kiss and watching so close to him "I know that you will take care of me, love me and respect me forever…" and restart with the kiss, quitting the opportunity to Brian to speak.

Then, Brian hugged to John and their bodies were in contact, so tightly. And bit to bit, they started to turned on. They forgot the beers. Also forgot that they were in a cold lane. Their heartbeats started to accelerate. A little moan could be listened.

But, when they where really enjoying that expression of their passion and love, someone walked near to them and screamed "hey guys, rent a bed in a motel! Hehe". Was then when they were came back to the reality.

They stopped. And came back to the sidewalk, laughing and with their cheeks burning like fire.

Recovering his breath, Brian told "that person was right… You just must to tell me when." John, watching at him, said "when you want… I'm eager really."

The rest of the time they were in silence again, trying to be come back to the studio pretty quick.

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They could buy the beers. End the song with his bandmates. And started a new chapter in their lifes. Finally.

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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First and Middle Name Robyn. You’re not getting anything more than that. What would you rather be doing right now? I’m in my happy place rn taking surveys and having coffee at 11 PM. I can’t complain. How do you feel right now, honestly? I’m feeling a little blah. Anxious, bleak, empty, sad... just blah. I’m taking surveys for two reasons tonight: because it’s my routine (which is usually my only reason) and also to take my mind off of real life for a bit. Today’s been heavy.

Do you feel good with God? I don’t think of that concept at all. What is your signature perfume? Beyonce’s Heat Rush haha. I’ve used it since high school; nearly everyone recognizes me by that scent.

What is your favorite smell? Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, hotel rooms when you first check into them, and onions and garlic being sauteed. What perfume/cologne do you want to try? I’m not feeling too curious about other perfumes. I’ve been happy with mine for like half a decade now. What color are your nails? Not colored, not painted, not modified. How big is your nose? For an Asian it’s pretty standard. If you compare it to international standards it’s slightly large but it doesn’t overpower my other facial features. Do you keep a diary/journal? This one. I answer like this every time lmao. What is something you do everyday? These days I’ve been drinking coffee daily. But if we count pre-lockdown habits, I always play with my dog and always have played with him in the last 12 years. What is something you know you will never do? This question is such a curse cause I’ve done everything I used to say I’d never do lol – drink, smoke, cut class, join an org while in college, etc. I’ve run out of things I’m uninterested in doing. Would you rather a road trip or fly by plane? I honestly love both modes of transpo and both are actually my favorites but I think I like planes a little more. I like seeing cities and nature and the sunset/sunrise from up the sky. Plus I don’t get dizzy and they also serve food in planes. When do you prefer to listen to music? I’m not very attached to music so I don’t feel like having it on 24/7, but I do tend to turn to my Spotify if I feel like it’s too quiet and I’m too scared to be alone with myself and my thoughts. Usually this happens if I’m home alone and it’s a slow day and I’m not particularly doing anything. What is music you can't stand? Country, gospel, anything with too much screamo, Taylor Swift. What color ink do you love to write in? Black is alright with me. Have you ever pressed flowers in a book? Nope. What is your favorite type of flower? OMG this question in a survey again? Peonies. What is your favorite animal? Dogs. What is your favorite kind of insect? None I hate them all. What are you drinking/eating right now? I have a cup of coffee with me. I’m feeling kinda hungry but it’s midnight and I doubt we have anything.

OK scratch that lmao - my dad’s been in the kitchen for much longer than he usually is at this time of the night so I went up to him to check in because of this question, and now I’m getting a ham and cheese sandwich yay. What kind of car do you have? I have a Mitsubishi Mirage hatchback. On my coding days I’ll drive my dad’s Suzuki Vitara. What kind of shoes do you wear the most? Sneakers/rubber shoes. What do your sunglasses look like? I don’t really wear shades. Where do you shop for most of your clothes, honestly? Independent clothing stalls at the mall, mostly in Feliz. They usually follow whatever’s trending on IG and fashion in general at a much lower price than what I’d see in like Zara, so it’s a pretty sweet deal. What does your purse look like? I don’t have a purse, just a wallet. It’s pink and is pretty straightforward with its pockets lmao. What do you love to wear (tops)? Puffy sleeves, spaghetti straps, off-shoulder tops, anything sleeveless really, and t-shirts with graphics on them to get a 90s feel. What do you love to wear (bottoms)? Currently obsessed with mom jeans these days. How many times do you think you fart in a day? I don’t fart. At least when I feel one I suppress it on purpose. I just find it gross hahaha I’m only okay with burping.

Do you fart in front of your significant other? No, but the other way around. Do you poop in front of them? She will sometimes. Do you remember what you did yesterday? Yesterday was technically two hours ago so it’s still pretty fresh. I spent most of the day angry and anxious. What do you plan to do tomorrow? Idk. I’ve stopped having a schedule/routine in the last month. What are you looking forward to in the near future? For the quarantine to be over, to go to the mall again, to GRADUATE. What is your favorite kind of tea? Iced tea. What is your favorite candy bar? Butterfinger. Or Reese’s, even if that’s round and only if it counts? What is your favorite kind of cake? Cheeeeeesecake. My birthday’s on Tuesday and thank god there’s a house in our village that sells homemade cakes and one of the things they sell is cheesecake, because then it’ll be easy to order for that day. What kind of milk do you drink? I don’t drink milk and I’ve never been conditioned to consume it in general, so I’m not familiar with the different kinds, even the ones lactose intolerant people can drink. How do you like your coffee? Anything but blaaaack. The creamier/sweeter the better. What is a site you check everyday? Twitter, unless I deactivated. What kind of shoes will you not be seen in? Wedges.

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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-What was the last song that you sang out loud? I’ve had Dance Again by Selena Gomez stuck in my head.

-If someone has bad breath, do you tell him or her? No :X I’m the worst about that stuff cause people will tell you they would want you to tell them, but I just feel so awkward about it and like how do you even bring something like that up? I mean, I have done the thing where I get some gum and offer them some haha, but I don’t tell them their breath smells.

-With which friend are you most likely to share a secret? I share my secrets with ya’ll and Twitter, ha.

-Do you have an item that comforts you when you are sad/scared? No. Well, unless count my phone cause I can use the YouTube app and listen to ASMR, which is calming for me.

-When are you likely to hide your emotions? I do that majority of the time. Well, try to. I downplay them a lot. I’m not as good at it anymore as I used to be. These past few years my emotions started taking over and getting the best of me. When I’m in a mood, I shut down and just get quiet and standoffish. If you talk to me, I’m short and you can just see all over my face.

-Which is scarier: Dying of thirst or of starvation? Both would be horrible.

-Who was the last person to take your breath away? I haven’t felt that way from a person in a very long time.

-When you turn on the TV, what channel do you flip to? My go-to channels to check first are always E! and MTV. If nothing of interest is on, then I just scroll through the guide. It also depends on the time of day.

-Have you ever tried to help someone quit smoking? No.

-What was the last comment someone made on your music taste? I don’t recall.

-Where do you go/what do you do when you need to calm down? My bed. I’ll typically listen to an ASMR video and probably find a survey to ramble about it in and/or tweet about it. Okay let’s be real, before I do any of that I probably have a good cry first.

-What was the last mess you cleaned up? Uhh I mean, I threw away my paper plate and napkins I used yesterday after I finished eating.

- [TW] Have you ever had to talk anyone out of suicide? Yes.

-When you think of tomorrow, what feelings come to mind? Nothing.

-Who, in your opinion, has an amazing voice? Demi Lovato first came to mind. She sang the hats and helmets off of everyone during her Super Bowl performance of the National Anthem.

-Would you ever camp out on a beach, under the stars? No.

-What is the last thing you complained about? Not feeling well and about how achey I am.

-What was the last curse-word you said? Probably “shit.”

-When you fake sick to get out of school, what do you say or do to convince your parents that you are sick? I’m 30 years old and no longer in school, but when I was younger I didn’t really have to do that because I felt sick often enough.

-How did you recover from your last bout of tears? I cried them all out and then just did my usual activities (Tumblr, surveys, YouTube, watched TV).

-Do you still talk to your very first best friend? No.

-When was the last time something went terribly wrong? Blah.

-How do you console someone when he or she is upset? I’m soooo awkward when it comes to that. I just let them vent if they need to, but I struggle with what to say and do.

-Have you ever seen either one of your parents cry? I’ve seen both and it’s the worst thing ever to me. I hate seeing one of my parents cry.

-Choose one: Trip to outerspace, or trip underneath the oceans? Oh jeez, you just listed a couple of my biggest fears.

-How often do you feel overwhelmed? Often.

-How do you deal with everyday life? I...don’t. :/

-Do you have any secret obsessions or guilty pleasures? Nah. I’m not ashamed of any of the things I like.

-Aside from on this survey, what was the last thing you wrote about? Whatever I last tweeted. I forget.

-Who in your family do you act like the most? I have a lot of my dad’s personality traits. He’s moody, irritable, and easily stressed and overwhelmed. Sound familiar?

-What is the most romantically sweet thing someone has done for you? Ty did a lot of things. The thing that always stands out is one year during Christmas he drove to my house one night because had a present for me and it consisted of little things that I mentioned briefly that I liked and it was just really sweet cause it showed he was actually listening and paying attention. The fact he remembered and then went out and bought those things for me was just really, really sweet. He was so excited to give it to me. He didn’t want me to open them right then, he wanted me to wait until Christmas and send him a video of me opening them so he could see my reaction.

-When you go out to the mall, do people stare? When I go anywhere in public people stare.

-Have you ever been confronted by a mall cop for your behavior? No, but I did have one tell me to take my hood off haha. I just came in and it was raining and he came up to me like, “you need to take off your hood.” Like okay jeez.

-What just tears at your heartstrings? Hearing about a child dying or being abused. Animal abuse, too. Breaks my heart.

-Is there a show you swear that you will never watch? I don’t feel that strongly, but there’s a lot of shows I have no interest in watching.

-What was the last topic that you ranted about? I don’t remember.

-Is there someone that makes you feel like you’re walking on eggshells? Sometimes. I’ve been told people feel that way around me as well.

-Were you ever afraid of one of your past teachers? No.

-Have you ever been in a physical fight on school grounds? No. Or ever.

-Have you written anything in a bathroom stall? What, if anything? Nope.

-Is your school like the drama capital of the country? I wasn’t involved in any of that when I was in school. I heard some stuff, but I wasn’t all invested in it like a lot of people.

-A homeless man asks you for 50 cents; how do you respond? If I have it, sure. I don’t usually have any change or cash on me, though.

-When was the last time you visited a thrift store? I don’t go to any.

-Can you handle constructive criticism? I can’t say I wouldn’t feel some type of way about it, ha. I’m just a sensitive bitch. Guess it would depend on what it was about, though. Like if someone was like, “hey, red doesn’t really look great with your skin tone and it clashes with your hair, you shouldn’t wear that” I wouldn’t care. I’d still wear it if I wanted.

Who is the most sensitive person that you know? Meeeee.

-Have you ever had a tooth (or teeth) pulled? Yes.

-You can have one famous person’s wardrobe; who do you choose, and why? I guess someone who was very casual like me and likes to wear graphic tees and leggings. I’d like to have their collection, ha.

-When was the last time you wrote someone a note? I have no idea.

-Do you tell your parents before you go somewhere, or just leave? My family and I are 4 adults living together and we all tell each other when we’re leaving and where we’re going. It’s just our thing. If something were to happen, we’d at least have an idea of where the other was headed. And it’s just common courtesy to us to say goodbye.

-What was the last thing you tried to get out of doing? I’d like to get out of my doctor appointment this afternoon. I’m still recouping.

-On average, how many surveys do you fill out in one day? It varies. Usually a few. Some days more than others.

-How many hours a day do you spend on Bzoink? I don’t use Bzoink.

-Which season do you dread the most? Summer D: It seems to go on forever and it just gets SO hot and miserable here.

-Do you ever brag about your achievements? I’ve never been one to brag. Not that I have anything to brag about, but it’s not a cute look.

-When was the last time that you watched the sun come up? Last week. We were at the airport before the sun was up and it was coming up after we just got on the plane.

-What did you do last Halloween? Watched scary movies and got takeout.

-Last Thanksgiving? Had a nice, big, delicious feast with my family.

-Last Christmas - if you celebrate? Christmas morning we got up early like we always do to open presents and then messed around with our stuff before pretty much resting the rest of the day. Oh, and we had our Christmas dinner that we usually do Christmas Eve, but my mom had to work until midnight that night.

-How did you celebrate the arrival of the new year? My mom and I watched the New Year’s festivities and counted down while the ball dropped. My dad fell asleep at like 9, so he was already out for the night and my brother was out with friends.

-Is there a foreign culture you’d like to learn more about? It’s interesting to learn about different cultures.

-Have you ever (purposely or accidentally) played with someone’s heart? I don’t think so. I’ve had it done to me a lot, though.

-Has anyone ever played with yours? Yes.

-Have you ever seen a famous painting and thought “I could have done that?” I admit that I’ve seen ones that were just like splatters and thought that. :X

-Fire drills: Did you ever wish they were real … just once? Yeah as a kid cause all that came to mind was we’d get to go home and not that it would mean there was an actual fire haha.

-What is the scariest thing about attending your school? I’m done with school.

-Are you a good judge of other people’s intentions? I think so.

What was the last thing that you felt strongly about? My faith.

-Shopping: best with friends, parents, bf/gf, or alone? Alone at home online, ha.

-What is one insecurity you have about your body? Everything.

-What is one part of your body that you are proud of? I like my hair currently only cause I recently got it colored and trimmed (finally).

-When was the last time someone told you to turn your music down? The night before we left for our trip. I was up late packing and my mom came in to ask me to turn my music down, ha. I didn’t end up sleeping at all that night. We left for the airport at 430. I didn’t sleep at all on the ride there or on our flight. I didn’t sleep until that night at the hotel. I honestly have NO idea how I did it.

-When you don’t know how to spell a word, do you look it up? Yeah, I just Google it real quick.

-Are you one to spend a lot of time in the bathroom? No.

-Have you seen the movie Super Size Me? Yeah, we had to in class. We watched it my sophomore year in my history class for some reason haha.

-Do you still eat at McDonald’s, regardless of that film? I was turned off to it for a little bit afterwards, but it didn’t last long. haha. I mean yeah, don’t eat it 3 times a day obviously.

-Do you ever consider the challenges other races go through? Yes.

-When was the last time you doubted your abilities? All the time. What abilities?

-At your favorite restaurant, what do you order? I always order chicken tenders and fries at any restaurant, ha.

-What was the last thing you wished for? I don’t wish for things.

-How many times a day, on average, do you look at the time? A lot.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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stayz4ever · 5 years

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Insomnia- Minsung//Chapter 8

Pairing: Minho x Jisung (some sort of Changlix)

Stuffz to know: Fluff, angst, mention of sexual activity, family problems, and last but not least my bad humor

Summary: It’s not Jisung fought that a little somebody decided to come back in town. It is his fault for the events that will happen this summer though.

I can’t sleep

So tell me

I stay awake again tonight

Maybe tomorrow night, too

So tell me now, I’ll find a way

Tomorrow night too, there is no other way

I can’t sleep

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Even though summer went by pretty quickly it still has aged Jisung a couple of years. He can't decide what gave him stress the most, there's such so many options. He thought that this summer was going to be the easiest thing to ever happen. It went fast for sure only a few weeks left but a lot of secrets were exposed.

"I can't believe that they're leaving us in a few weeks. Just stay here forever." Jackson cling onto Mark as he whined about the boys.

"We stole at least three of them, isn't that enough?"

"The good ones are going to college."

"Jisung is apart of the good ones." Mark stated and Bam laughed, "He nearly drowned the other two when he found out."

"They fell in the water on their own. Jisung was laying a helping hand."

"He held them down!"

"Agree to disagree."

"It's nothing compared to when Jisung and Felix argued about who's the gayest. Something like that I don't fucking remember. Felix was really the only one arguing and Jisung said nothing the whole time then pushed him down the slide." Jae interrupted and Younghyun laughed, "Felix went back up there too just to get pushed down again."

"You act like you're the angels here." Hyunjin tsked at them and went on, "Jae, you pushed Momo down the slide yesterday. Bam and Jinyoung got in an argument that later involved half the park. Even a couple of toddlers started to pick sides!"

"Consider us all the same. The summer heat can change men."

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Jisung sat on a stool with his head down holding onto an empty cup. Hyunjin walked over to him and filled up the dead man's drink while he tsked.

"I don't wanna hear it from you, Hyunjin. This morning has me feeling like shit."

"You didn't even know what I was going to say."

"You won't look so down if you just told Minho. Did your guilt have you up all night? Time is ticking and so are you. Blah blah blah blah." Jisung mocked him as he shot his head up to show his annoyance.

"Okay you fucking mind reader, do the things I said in my head."

"Kill me first."

"Jisung." Hyunjin sighed and spoke with a sincere voice, "I know it's scary taking the first big step into things like this but you have been tiptoeing around this for ages and I'm getting annoyed. The 50 states want you dead. So go put your big boy diaper on and do adult things."

"I think the heat made you crazy."

"And I think the heat made you a little bitch! Go big boy it up before I shit myself."

"Fucking do it."

"You know what? I will. Just to prove that I'm not a puss like you." Hyunjin grinned. It's been the same argument everyday between the two and it's really going anywhere. Ever since Hyunjin found out Jisung's secret he always brings it up.

"I wish this was alcohol." Jisung sighed as he stirred his drink.

"And I want you to get over yourself already."

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For once Jisung listened to an extent. He did hide from everyone but later in the day he set out on his mission. Being a whiny bitch isn't apart of his brand. He built his courage up in a mirror and even fought himself physically. Minho was nowhere to be seen and Jisung got tired of looking for the idiot. Until he remembered something important.

"Oh Jisung, so nice of you to join me." Minho smiled as Jisung opened the doors to the requirement closest. This should of been the first place for Jisung to look since it isn’t the first time seeing Minho here by himself. Jisung did discover this spot but Minho declared it their’s.

“So you steal my hiding spot and go missing? Copycat.”

“Yeah......you’re a horrible influence on me.” Minho smiled and surprisingly Jisung smiled back as he sat down next to him. The silence comforted the two as they looked off into different directions.

“They really do keep to the tradition. The party is more than a week away and then summer is over.”

“Yep....pretty soon.”

“It’s a good thing we did everything off our bucket list. It would be a shame if we regretted anything later on.” Minho sighed in relief and Jisung laughed hesitantly.

"I have something to tell you." Jisung gulped and looked towards Minho but made no eye contact. “Something long over-”

"Do you like me, Jisung?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Do you like me? Like like like me?"

"Um...." He really can’t think of anything to say.

"I think I finally noticed."

“You can’t just assume that because you think you’re a fucking detective or something.”

“Why are you turning red then?”

“Fuck off.” Jisung looked away hearing Minho laugh. “What about you huh? You follow me around 24/7, do you like me like that?”

“I bet if we kissed right now you’ll get your answer.” Minho grinned and the other froze. I should just punch him. They looked each other in the eyes and just stared. Their breathing spoke louder than the night. Finally they both slowly scooted closer to the other, Jisung more hesitate. Minho cracked, waiting too long for this moment he crashed lips with Jisung. He brushed up against Jisung and a moan left from both of their mouths. The room grew too hot and Minho’s hands explored further down. Jisung’s head spun as Minho brought their bodies together and the kisses became deeper. That was until a belt buckle came undone and Minho pushed Jisung on the floor to be on top.

“Stop.” Jisung pushed the other away. Minho tried to inch closer to him and capture his lips in another kiss.

“Let’s just stop.” He pushed him harder this time and shot up from the ground.

“Jisung-” Before Minho could create a sentence Jisung bolted out the room. He left Minho on the floor all hot and bothered.

“Sorry.”

#stray kids changbin #stray kids felix #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids kpop #stray kids #stray kids changlix #stray kids chan #stray kids woochan #stray kids woojin #stray kids minsung #stray kids minho #stray kids jisung #stray kids jeongin #stray kids seungmin #minsung

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Thoughts on Lena?

Wow anon u rlly just asked my number one actual fave™ as always prepare for one big post hhvhvhjvn

Like ive always liked edgy teen characters I think they have a nice charm to them and I like the conflict they cause for other characters ( best example for this is besides Lena is needletail from warriors tbh!! Theyre rlly similar in cool ways)

Lenas like different for me tho she isnt just some dumbass teen messing shit up and everybody be like "broooo stop being so immature :\\" I mean she is that but she means more to me as a character again abt to get super personal ( what can i say my favs are my favs cuz I relate to them personally or wish I was like them lmao) but I relate to her like a lot haha I dont have anybody in my life like magica is to her in all but I can relate in a very toned down way of how controlling she is and how she doesnt get a bit of space ik that isnt the main aspect of it but god I still felt that u know I also relate how magicas keeps being like "u cant have friends lmao its only to get scrooges dime stop getting attached" again not exactly the same but a certain person in my life is always telling me friendships are dumb they never last blah blah blah shouldnt bother to pursue any for this reason and its just annoying okay anyways tho enough abt me im srry this is so long its basically me just venting :')

One of the best things abt her tho?? How she sasses pack at magica and isnt shown to be in the wrong pretty sure everybody and their mom has talked abt this but like srsly not all victims of abuse are super nice wouldnt hurt anybody type of person hell most arent its just such a breath of fresh air for once to see a character go thru this shit especially one of those edgy™ characters ( srry to describe her as edgy like 5 times but idk other ways my vocabulary sucks fhchcjvhv) and isnt shown as just being rebellious or whatever magicas literally treating her like dried up cat piss and audience KNOWS this we literally cant deny it and when beakley apologized to her for being rude I wanted to explode from happiness??? Ive never seen a show do that have an adult admit they were wrong okay I dont watch a bunch of cartoons but even when i think abt other stuff i like like books movies games etc ive still NEVER seen this

Basically lena is an absolutely AMAZING representation of abuse victims is what im trying to get at ( btw if im in any way wrong abt this pls someone dm me!! Ive never been abused so I get I can never get it like know how that experience feels if im wrong pls educate me on this!!)

Also I adore her dynamic w webby like my short answer is im a big old softy for nice bubbly girl\emo gal trope and I eat it up like somebody who found a bit of water in a desert 😔👊

But like its also rlly heccing epic cuz most likely before her nobody ever treated her as like a person so just an extra cherry on top with it

I see their dynamic as like finding comfort in each other and helping each other with it and idk its very endearing and sweet to me to think abt

And on top of this?? Shes still a dumb as FUCK teenager!! Like beagle day massacre is basically just her taking a 12 yearold to crash a party lmao and forget the eps name but when her huey and webby just went underground for whatever reason?? Absolute horrible inlfuence and im all for it babey

Anyways even tho ive written a book by now heres some headcannons djvjvjvjb

She likes an ironic shitposter basically just think of those cant see the haters thru my tears or is crying until 4 am badass stuff haha

Cusses like theres no tomorrow

When she gets older ( if she like ever ages that is lol) her and louie get rlly close like their buds and do dumb stuff like stealing a police car

I hc her as a non binary lesbian!! She goes by she\they but mostly she

She makes a tik tok ironically but then it actually got popular

She used to steal a lot while living on the streets so shes rlly particular on what she spends her money on and she rarely shares anything

Everyday she needs at least a while to herself to listen to some music and stuff like that she hates being around ppl all the time

Idk if this even counts as a headcannon cuz ik everybody agrees with but shes touch starved af she rlly only accepts hugs and stuff from webby tho

She actually doesn't think violets is a knock off of her or anything like that shes just a jealous bitch haha like shes actually rlly impressed that shes good at controlling magic

She wouldnt tell anybody this but she actually kinda likes how she looks she isnt super confident abt it but she doesnt think shes ugly and is like "huh u know what my dyed hair is kinda dope"

Shes like totally in love with lemon demon

Alrighty pretty much done with this post!! Srry if im rude or its to long I just can never shut up abt my fav characters once u ask me yknow jghfjfghj

#CRAP FORGOT TO TAG THIS LMAO #ducktales #dt #lena de spell #asks #text post

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mainly-kpop · 5 years

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Star-Crossed

Again, I'm sorry I changed most of this, I didn't put her age in soley for the fact that I want everyone to be able to read freely without thinking oh god she's years younger/older than me. @slowlyandrogynouskryptonite.

Also this is like 5k, shes a chonker.

‘Oh don’t worry about that! If the appointment was important they will rebook honey!’ She spoke, rubbing her hand up and down her assistants shoulder. She was a bit ditsy and forgetful, but with time she would get better, it was all a game of patience. She sobbed gently into her shoulder, slowly calming herself down.

‘I’m so sorry Miss, I’m sure it was for some movie, it seemed really important.’ She sniffled, choking back a sob, she thought hard for a moment before a memory came to her.

‘Oh! I know what it was for, don’t worry sweetheart, I have the directors number, I’ll give him a call. In the meantime, go for a break, calm yourself down. Please Don’t get yourself so worked up over such trivial things.’ The young girl nodded scurrying off to clean herself up, poor lass she thought, always so stressed when there was no need to be. The phone rang for a couple seconds before a voice picked up at the other end.

‘Min productions, how can I help you today?’ She smiled, recognizing the voice on the other end.

‘Jimin, honey how are you?’ She spoke cheerfully, Jimin was Yoongi’s assistant, booking appointments, calling clients, telling poor souls they didn’t get the part, the usual, but he was also a very dear friend to her.

‘Y/N! I’m fine darling, how are you doing? I feel like I haven’t seen you in MONTHS!’ He spoke, eccentric as always, she could picture him now waving his pen around, sat back in his chair, waving people off into different directions.

‘I’m good Jimin honey, we need a catch up soon okay? But for the time being page me through to Yoongi, I believe he left a message with my assistant.’ She spoke the last part very passively, not really wanting to stop talking to Jimin.

‘Documents for who?! Patricia I don’t care, put a fucking post it note on it and I’ll get it sorted… no I won’t do it now can’t you see I’m on the phone, UGH FINE, Y/N sweetheart I have to go, I’ll page you through, text me later love you!’ She snickered as the call buzzed out, left listening to the hold music before Yoongi picked up.

‘Y/N, thank you for calling me back, I have a proposal for you!’ She rolled her eyes, yes every movie she had been in with Yoongi had boosted her fame, made people want to work with her but she always played some cold hearted woman who couldn’t love, then meets a kind hearted boy who was set to change her views on the world. She could practically picture it all now.

‘Let me guess, I’m the cold hearted protagonist who couldn’t love a puppy, and you’re bringing in some stud who’s going to make me believe in love again?’ Yoongi frowned at her sarcasm, he knew his films were repetitive story wise, but some parts were always different.

‘Okay sassy pants, but I need you to approve the gentleman I’ve casted before I tell him he has the part.’ She never had to audition for him anymore, other directors insisted on an audition Yoongi knew she could do it, therefore he needed no such rubbish. She sighed checking her desk calendar skimming through the appointments and auditions.

‘I can be with you at 3pm tomorrow, how does that sound?’ The suggestion was music to his ears, he scrubbed off a random casting and put her name there instead.

‘Perfect I’m free then, see you tomorrow!’ He chirped hanging up the phone, her assistant walked back into the room as she hung up the call.

‘I have a meeting with Mr. Min tomorrow at 3pm, I know it’s your day off but would you mind coming with me? I can give you the next day off?’ She pleaded, it’s not like she disliked Yoongi, on the contrary she enjoyed the man very much, she just preferred to have someone around.

‘Of course Miss! Should I meet you here or at the studio?’ She pondered for a moment, deciding what would be easier for her assistant.

‘Meet me here Maya darling, we can get coffee on the way, go home early you’ve worked hard today, see you tomorrow.’ Maya grabbed her things, saying a quick goodbye and shuffling out the front door, she waved to her as she got into the car and drove off, what a sweetheart, she thought before closing the door and retreating to a nice warm bath.

‘And what do you think of it?’ Jungkook spoke. Shoveling food into his mouth, it was like he hadn’t eaten in months, Tae sat across the table from him watching in disgust, he poked around at his stupid salad, why the fuck did he order this crap again?

‘It was fine I guess, I don’t even know why I’m doing this, modelling is going fine why would I want to change that?’ He sighed, stealing some chips off Jungkook’s plate, he looked at him disgusted as he shrugged.

‘I ASKED IF YOU WANTED FRIES WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS?!’ He screamed, Tae rolled his eyes at his friend’s dramatics.

‘Oh my god, why are you so fucking dramatic, I have real problems here idiot.’ He sassed back, throwing the chips back down to Jungkooks plate.

‘Yeah you’re fucking telling me. Maybe you’re doing this because acting is a good way to forward your career, or at the least, it’s good fucking money stop whining.’ He threw the chips back at him, eventually turning into a food fight, chips and pieces of lettuce flying around.

‘So what do you think of him?’ Yoongi spoke bringing her attention back to the room, Yoongi and Maya’s eyes fixed on her. Maya looked star-struck for a moment and she couldn’t figure out why.

‘Maya do you recognise him by any chance?’ She smirked, directing all the attention onto her, she blushed under the eyes of the room, nodding once.

‘Good, tell me all about him, Mr. Min tends to leave out important details.’ She spoke sitting down next to Maya, she went to open her mouth when Yoongi interrupted.

‘Y/N, darling when have I ever-‘ She shushed him quickly, causing his lips to form a small pout.

‘Hush now Mr. Min the adults are talking.’ He rolled his eyes, sitting down at the table across from them.

‘This is Kim Taehyung, he’s a really popular model, with some pretty high end brands, but I think recently he wanted to branch out into something else. I guess acting is what he decided upon, but I must warn you Miss, he has a reputation.’ She rolled her eyes at the formalities, but requested for her to continue nevertheless.

‘He’s said to not be very nice, wonderful on set and polite enough, but he comes, does his job, and leaves without saying a word.’ She pondered for a moment, that didn’t fit her way of doing things, but who was she to decide, this man wanted a chance who was she to stand in his way?

‘Okay, give him the part, send me the details and script, I’ll see you on the first day.’ She spoke, placing her co-stars photo down, shaking hands with Yoongi and heading out the door, Maya following suit.

‘Are you sure about this Miss? He really doesn’t seem like the nicest of men…’ She smiled at her assistant, the poor girl was clearly worried for her, bless her heart.

‘Ah yes Maya, but he is definitely eye candy, don’t you agree? And please, call me Y/N, this ‘Miss’ thing makes me feel so old!’ She giggled and blushed nodding along, agreeing to drop the formalities.

She showed up to set a couple weeks later, script in hand. Reading through it and trying to enjoy it had been a task to say the least, but she tried her best. The plot was as she expected, she was a business woman, completely job oriented, family begging her to get married, settle down, find a man, give them some grand babies! Taehyung plays a young intern, desperate for recognition and love, determined to change her mind about, well men in general. Of course blah blah blah, happy endings, she would be far more excited if this wasn’t exactly what she always did.

‘Jimin!’ She screamed out across the set, seeing him enter the door running over to Yoongi. He saw her and diverted straight away, running over to give her a tight cuddle.

‘Darling! How are you! You look wonderful, did they do something to your hair?’ He questioned squeezing her face and tilting it, the light shined on her face at different angles helping him better determine what had changed.

‘Oh no I know what it is! Fake eyelashes!’ He pointed out, proud of himself, she fluttered her lashes at him making him giggle.

‘Jimin! Stop distracting her, what are you here for?!’ Yoongi yelled from the directors chair, Jimin rolled his eyes and huffed, plastering on his best fake smile.

‘Ah yes Mr. Min sir, your leading male Mr. Attitude is here.’ He smiled tightly before turning back to her, putting his hand up to his ear in a ‘call me’ motion before leaving the room quickly. Yoongi raised his eyebrows and shook his head, getting up to leave the room. She took a seat on the spinning chair on set, waiting patiently for her co-star.

‘Y/N love, I’d like you to meet Kim Taehyung, get to know each other for a bit while we set things up, that means all cast please!’ The whole cast huddled around the desk looking at her expectantly, she was the big star so I guess it made sense she broke the ice. She introduced herself, going around the room getting them all to say their names, hoping to break down some walls in what seemed so far, like an all male cast.

There was Namjoon, who insisted he be called Joon or Joonie, she found him positively adorable and concluded his cheeks must be poked at least once everyday. He seemed very shy and bashful however and she was excited to break that, have him be the most confident.

Next came Hoseok who smiled like a ray of sunshine, his smile was contagious, his laugh even more so and if she could choose he would be her love interest. Moving onto the next gentleman, she made a mental note to grab his number, maybe go out to lunch sometime.

Jin was next, a whole bundle of self confidence, radiating from every pore he possessed. His face was something to behold, 100% but his body is what made her look him up and down more than once, his shoulder to waist ratio making her question what she did and didn’t lust over.

Last up was her illusive co-star, not very talkative, and very ignorant, clearly not here to make friends, he spoke his name not giving much else. She squinted at him making another mental note, but this time to crack him, understand what makes him so job oriented.

‘Okay places please, scene 4 take one!’ Yoongi yelled gaining everyone’s attention, he screamed action, the cameras starting and the actors shuffling paper to look as busy as possible.

‘Places once again people! Last try before we call it a day please get your head in the game, scene 4 take 7, ACTION!’ He screamed for the last time today, this was getting exhausting, the scene slowly becoming her most hated. ‘UGH CUT!! Clear the scene, everyone go home I’m over this, you two stay.’ He spoke pointing at them both, she flopped back in the chair, waving goodbye to the boys and smiling sadly, Tae sat himself delicately on the edge of the desk.

‘You, and you, are stressing me to the hilt. There is no chemistry between you. Now, I booked you a nice dinner, go together, enjoy a meal, get to know each other, and fucking come back here with something better tomorrow.’ He yawned waving them off, Tae looked angry, like steam could come out his ears and nose like a train. She sighed getting up and straightening out her costume.

‘Well, I’m going to get changed, I’ll meet you in the lobby in 10 minutes.’ He grabbed her wrist stopping her, she turned around looking down at her small wrist clamped in his large hands.

‘You really have me confused if you think I’m spending my free time with you.’ He snarled dropping her wrist and turning to walk out the room.

‘Wait just a second, now not to be that person or anything, but he asked for my approval on you, I was told about your reputation, about how you act and how you behave, I’ve heard all about you Mr. Kim, yet I still told him to give you this job. Now as I said, meet me in the lobby in 10 minutes, or this job is no longer yours, Hoseok could be a cute replacement…’ He watched her leave the room, she was never one to threaten someone, to make them wonder if the job they had they would get to keep, he seemed to have a negative effect on her and she didn’t like it. She left the room, his eyes watching her leave, he smirked when she was fully out the room. She was feisty, he liked that, he really liked that. He left the room to get out of costume, rushing down to the lobby to meet her.

‘So what made you want to branch out?’ She asked twirling her spaghetti onto her fork, he watched her intently, smirking as she stuck her tongue out to concentrate. The spaghetti falling of the fork causing her to huff in exasperation, he laughed lightly handing her a spoon too.

‘Try it like this, put the fork against the spoon and twirl, your less likely to drop it that way.’ She raised a brow skeptically, trying it anyway, her face mirrored the perfect description for shock.

‘I didn’t really want to branch out to answer your question, everyone told me it would be a good way to get more popular, I don’t see it really…’ He answered honestly, why would he lie to her weirdly enough he quite liked the girl. She was dopey, sure, a little bit frantic, but that whole mean girl, ‘I’m in control’ persona she wore talking to him had faded the second they left the building. She was funny, and smart, weirdly adorable and just the nicest person he had ever met. Usually that would make him disgusted, how could anyone be so happy in a world so gloomy, but she made him see things slightly brighter.

‘You shouldn’t do things like this for popularity Mr. Kim, these things take time, effort and a lot of staying behind, from what I’ve heard that isn’t how you roll. I believe it would be time to break out of that comfort zone.’ She spoke openly, she felt comfortable with him, for the first time all day, she felt maybe she was chipping away at the walls he had hidden himself behind. His short chuckle, through closed lips, teased the air around them, disappearing quickly into the hustle and bustle of the busy restaurant. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying each others presence before they had to leave. She waved over the server, ready to pay the bill in full.

‘No let me get it, it’s the least I could do for dragging you down to my level today.’ He spoke presenting his card instead, she frowned, shaking her head.

‘You did no such thing, we just need to rehearse and get to know each other. Let me pay for this, as a thank you for trying to let me in.’ She replied, both standing off with the waiter, he put out his hand requesting for them to stop.

‘Actually, your bill is already paid in full, Mr. Min sends his blessings.’ He walked swiftly away leaving him baffled and her shaking her head.

‘If I had known he was paying for it I would have ordered the lobster…’ She commented sarcastically.

‘So what are you saying?’ Jimin questioned, eyeing up the food at the table next to them, how hard was it to get some service around here?! He clicked his fingers ushering a waiter over, both of them quickly placing their orders.

‘I’m saying, darling, that he’s a pain in my perfectly sculpted rear-end. He doesn’t want to rehearse the kissing scenes, doesn’t want to rehearse full stop, he’s so rude on set, he snapped at Jin 4 times in 5 minutes yesterday, he is insufferable.’ She huffed back, crossing her arms over the table eyeballing her empty wine glass, oh what she wouldn’t do for a glass of red right now.

‘But you like him though, like a lot.’ She raised her eyebrows in disbelief, Jimin was cute but I guess he didn’t have the smarts up there in his perfect little head. ‘I can literally hear it in the way you talk about him, it’s quite disgusting actually.’ The waiter came over breaking the conversation briefly, she nodded thanking the server before he bowed and left.

‘UGH I asked for no pickles!’ He whined, she rolled her eyes grabbing them off his plate and slapping them onto hers.

‘Now that’s sorted, what do you mean by I’m obviously smitten?’ She questioned, clearly not ready to let the accusation drop that easily.

‘Oh my god he doesn’t want to kiss me! He’s insufferable Jimin I can’t take it. He’s so annoying!’ He mocked flailing his arms, drawing attention to the little table they booked in the corner, she placed her head in her hands in shame. ‘Honestly babe, just fuck and get it out your system.’ She spat her water across the table at him, after wiping his face he smirked, clearly getting the rise out of her he wanted.

‘STOP LETTING ME WIN YOU REJECT!’ Taehyung shouted, throwing the controller down for the last fucking time this night. If Jungkook forfeited one more time, he swears he will, god he doesn’t even know, he just will.

‘I’m not letting you win, maybe I’m just not into it tonight, or you could be getting better!’ Jungkook faked surprise, Tae rolled his eyes shoving his shoulder.

‘Tell me again why you’re the only person I decided to like?’ He huffed sitting back in his seat, Jungkook casually resting his legs on his lap, they both pulled their phones out silently scrolling through apps. Tae didn’t really need to be reminded why he was friends with Jungkook, it was never something he questioned realistically.

They had become friends in college, both of them falling asleep in lectures. Eventually, they gravitated towards each other, sitting together and eventually falling asleep on each others shoulders. They never ended up actually speaking until years later, Tae had just been casted for a random photoshoot, hopefully something to get him attention, something to finally make him money. Jungkook was the props man, hoping endlessly to be the one behind the camera, taking photos and directing everyone. They grew their career together, the only real ones through all these fake money grabbing scumbags.

‘I know why!’ Jungkook screamed, frightening Tae so much his phone flew out his hand, smacking Jungkooks shin.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, what?!’ He yelped, it had been roughly ten minutes, Tae can only assume he had been thinking of a reason this entire time.

‘Because, I’m the only friend you have, you don’t like people so I’m literally the only social interaction you get, face it. You need me.’ He stated proudly, clearly thinking he had stumped the other.

‘I dunno man, Y/N is pretty okay.’ Jungkook sat up, eyes practically budging out his head.

‘Wait, WHAT?!’ He shrieked, baffled by the fact his antisocial friend, the friend who literally has NO FRIENDS, just said someone was pretty okay.

‘Yeah, I mean I wouldn’t introduce you to her just yet, but I guess she’s kinda cool?’ He shrugged, unaware, and uncaring of his friends extra ass reactions.

‘I don’t want to have to rehearse that, it seems so fucking stupid.’ He sulked, waving his script around. The small dressing room was stuffy, they had been in there for at least an hour, he was getting sick of these four white walls, pieces of blue tac stuck after years of stupid posters being plastered everywhere, the railing holding her costumes for the entire movie, covered in clothing bags with the scene written across it. It was such an ugly little room really, he wished to be anywhere else, his living room, IKEA maybe, her bedroom, another forced fancy meal, the toilet, literally anywhere else.

‘We have to rehearse it Tae, because it’s in the script. Everything in the script has to be rehearsed, has to be practiced. That’s the point in this job.’ She responded calmly, usually she would fly off the handle, tell him to just get out, but what Jimin had said to her a few days ago had really sat with her. It was time to really actually break down some walls.

‘I just don’t see the point, it says you’re surprised, how are you supposed to be shocked when we have practiced it?’ She tilted her head, smiling briefly. Pulling out two bottles of water from the mini fridge, she sat down beside him handing him one bottle. He accepted it skeptically, placing it down beside him.

‘It’s not poison you can calm down, why are you so uptight?’ She never questioned in a rude way, more intrigue.

‘That’s not really any of your business, you may be cute, but damn you’re nosey.’ His eyes widened, the second he realised what he said.

‘I didn’t mean, well I mean I guess I, what I’m trying to say is, agh fuck.’ He stumbled, admitting defeat quickly.

‘You think I’m pretty?’ She questioned, teasing him mostly.

‘Fine I’ll tell you, but please, don’t embarrass me like this, god.’ She squealed triumphantly, crossing her legs, giving him her undivided attention.

‘I don’t stay behind, or talk, or open up because people are shit. You open up to people, let them in and give them your all, for them to leave when times get tough. My ex, she was an actress, you might know her so I won’t say names. She was really good though, so good I couldn’t tell what was acting and real most of the time. She would go away for weeks on end, said it was business trips, she was filming, really she was sleeping with everyone and anyone. The director, the Co-stars, her ex, anyone who would. I found out because she tried that shit on my best friend, do you believe that? The only guy who had been with me since the start of this, the only fucking one. I don’t let people in because, people live to cling onto fame, onto money, power, sex, anything but that real shit.’ She sat in silence for a moment, letting it sink in.

‘You don’t have to say anything, I know that’s a lot to take In, I’ll probably just uh, go…’ He spoke after a while, he got up to leave, before he could she grabbed his hand pulling him back down to the seat beside her, she took him in, studying him properly. Honestly he probably felt entirely uncomfortable, her staring directly at him, but she needed this moment.

‘Do you know why I’m so nice to everyone?’ He tilted his head frowning, after a moment he shook his head, realising he didn’t know why she was so infuriatingly lovely. With their hands still latched together, she drew little circles into his skin.

‘Because it draws people in, the nicer I am to people, the quicker they show who they really are. You see people think I’m stupid, that I’m some naïve little girl, in reality I know about this industry. I know what comes with it, the people, the publicity, the fame, the greed. I know it all, the nicer I am the quicker I weed out the ones who are real and the ones in it for the money.’ He looked down at her hand, still caressing his, he frowned. That’s exactly what he thought of her to start, she was so blind to this entire industry, when in reality that was her power move.

‘What did you think of me? When you first met me, I mean, I thought you were exactly what you said, a blind little girl, but I guess I understand now.’ He spoke, finally trusting her enough.

‘I’m not sure, you were very standoffish to begin, but when we went to that dinner, I think you let a little bit of yourself out without realising it. I think you’re a genuine guy, just scared, and that’s okay you don’t need to be this perfect and confident man all the time, sometimes you can have down days and closed off days. I just want you to know everyone here is very genuine, trust me, you can open up to them, it’s going to make this whole movie so much easier for everyone.’ He couldn’t look away from her face, the baby hairs decorating her forehead, how she still had them was adorable in itself. Eyebrows furrowed together, trying hard to get her mouth to say the words she’s thinking, her mouth, god her mouth.

With one swift movement he pressed his against them, as gently as he could, it was a chaste kiss, a peck to name it, one perfect for the script, her eyes flew open, taking in his every feature, as much as she could considering how close he clearly was. They pulled apart, searching each others eyes, wondering who would talk first, his mouth opened and closed trying to think of words, nothing came to mind.

‘Wow.’ Was all she managed to breath out, mind failing her too.

‘GUYS everyone is packing up, we were going to head out to dinner, Jin was wondering if you wanted to come with us?’ Hoseok questioned from the doorway, the door swung open like privacy was never a thing. ‘Shit sorry guys, I didn’t realise you were rehearsing! You really have that surprised lovey face down! Nice work guys!’ He spoke leaving the room, half way down the hall he called out that they would wait for another ten minutes for them. She turned to him, chuckling gently at the other boys antics.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t think I would do that, I just couldn’t stop staring at your lips, and no I’m not going to take that back this time.’ He rambled. The pink of a subtle blush dusted her cheeks, she didn’t regret that, but it now complicated things slightly, she had rules, things that really should not happen, and this. This was one of those things that really cannot happen.

‘Maybe we should join them for dinner, we can talk about this later?’ She suggested, avoiding his confession as much as she could. He nodded helping her up from the couch leading them both out the small room.

It had been a couple weeks since the kiss, rehearsals have been strained to say the least. Despite the movie being completely about her and him, thankfully she hadn’t had to film any romantic scenes with him.

‘I don’t understand why you can’t just tell him…’ Namjoon spoke, over the long months filming this movie, she had gotten very close with the older male, he was easy to talk to and exceptionally understanding.

‘I can’t tell him, Joonie, because he doesn’t care, I mean sure he says he likes me, Which I guess is cute, but if I tell him why he will get defensive and weird. It’s the sole reason I can’t date co-stars because everyone needs their ego stroked.’ She spoke honestly, swinging her legs back and forth, both sitting side by side on the desk.

‘But, you don’t know that, he could be really understanding about it you won’t know until you try.’ He was right. She knew deep down, of course he was right, but she didn’t want to talk to him about it, that makes things real, things serious, it wasn’t something she wanted right now.

‘Oh my GOD PATRICIA LEAVE ME ALONE WOMAN, YOUR DOCUMENTS WILL BE SORTED!!’ their heads whipped up in the direction of the booming voice, she snickered seeing Jimin pushing Patricia off set, running a hand through his hair.

‘I swear to god that woman, she lives to infuriate me.’ He spoke coming over, stress and annoyance radiating off his body.

‘Maybe she likes you Jimin, she seems to be around you a lot…’ Namjoon spoke, she choked on a laugh holding it back as much as she could.

‘THE WOMAN IS 43, SHE’S OLD ENOUGH TO BE MY MOTHER!’ He yelped storming away in disgust, shivering slightly, she laughed loudly, falling back on the desk.

‘Tae? Can I come in?’ She spoke timidly, she wasn’t scared of him, just worried about the outcome of this heavy conversation. He nodded motioning her in, Jin took it as his cue to leave.

‘You guys have fun, I’ll talk to you later man!’ sending him a comforting look over her shoulder, he nodded worried smile floating across his face. He closed the door behind him leaving them alone, she took the couch staying across the room from him. Playing with the hem of his t-shirt he avoided eye contact, they both spoke at the same time.

‘Tae I wanted to-‘

‘Why have you been avoiding me?’ His voice that bit louder than hers, both their eyes shot up to look at each other.

‘I, uh, I’m sorry, its just been on my mind since, you know. I just wanted to know…’ He stuttered, not fully able to get the thoughts in his head to connect with his tongue. She looked down at her hands sighing, she really went about this the wrong way.

‘I’m sorry, I have a reason, I really do. I can explain everything, but I need you to not go off on one. I need you to stay calm, and not over react.’ He tilted his head to the side, confused but intrigued, moving from his vanity chair, sitting beside her on the couch he gave her his undivided attention.

‘I was once working on a movie, it was called moonlight, you probably never heard of it because it was never released. My co-stars, he said he really liked me, wanted to give us a chance, wanted to try a real relationship. Long story short, we broke up half way through filming, he couldn’t pretend to be in love with me, not even for the movie. So I don’t date co-star, I don’t fall for my love interest. However, you’re making this really hard for me, you’re making it hard for me to keep my word to myself.’ His hands held onto hers, giving her memories of the kiss, of her comforting him, the tables turning in the most beautiful form of irony. She laughed lightly thinking about her whole situation, he removed one hand from hers tilting her chin up to look at him.

‘I want you to break your rules, to dive head first, caution into the wind for me. However, if this is what you want, what you need, I will wait for you. Every day of this movie and every day after, I will wait until you’re ready, because out of all the people in this industry, you’re the first person I’ve met who is so disgustingly genuine. You’re endearing Y/N, and I can’t wait for you to be ready for me.’ He plainly confessed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, leaving her alone in the room, confused and full of emotions.

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