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dreamescapeswriting · 1 year

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Tolerate It ~ BC

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

PAIRING: Chan x fem!Reader

GENRE: miscommunication trope, introverted reader, social butterfly chan, chan finding something on readers laptop, sad, crying chan, comforting, sweet, soft ending

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2023

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When it came to being open in your thoughts and feelings sometimes it was harder for you to express through words you'd always sought comfort in writing music to express yourself. It was one of the many things that Chan loved about you, it was something the two of you had in common and would work on together a lot. Ever since you'd gotten together about two years ago you'd worked on music together. It had started out as nothing but a friendship but the more you worked together and the closer you got the more you found yourself falling in love with the man that was Bang Chan and it was the same vice versa.

The relationship had its beautiful moments but it also had its not-so-beautiful ones, which seemed to be taking up most of your relationship as of late. For the last two months things had been hit or miss with you and Chan, you knew what dating an idol was going to be like but you'd never expected to feel so out of a place in a world you thought you truly belonged in.

You'd landed a pretty sweet job being a songwriter for a few bands in the kpop world but that also meant you and Chan were busy at separate times, so not every break you had he would have at the same time. While you always tried to make time for each other there were also times when it was incredibly hard to be away from him. Tonight was one of the rare times you were supposed to have a night together but he wasn't here to spend it with you and you bit down on your lip packing up your laptop and recording items. It had been a nice relaxing night in making music for yourself while he'd gone to a social event with a few of the producers and the boys to celebrate the end of their latest comeback. You didn't hate him for it and you never could, that was just a part of who he was. Chan was the social butterfly that knew and got along with almost everyone he seemed to come into contact with and he enjoyed going out to talk to new people while you didn't.

Your ideal kind of night was a night in, with music or a movie, you felt comfortable being at home rather than surrounded by people but that was just you. Looking around the living room and up at the clock you realised there would be no point staying up too late for when he came home. There was a chance he wouldn't come home and just go to the dorms so he wouldn't wake you up anyway so you decided to shoot him a quick text.

You: [23:58]: Front door is locked up, remember to drink water before bed. I love you xx

A simple cute little text, something to remind him so he wouldn't get a hangover IF he was drinking and a note for him to remember his keys. You watched in excitement as your message went from "delivered" to "read" and you waited as the three little dots danced around on your screen your heart racing as you watched them. Part of you hoped he was taking so long to reply because he was going to tell you he'd be home soon but the dots continued to dance around, your smile beaming from ear to ear until they stopped and nothing came through leaving you with the little sentence "Read at 23:58" and your stomach sank a little.

As of late things had been harder on you, maybe it was just you being a little dramatic over things but you were suddenly feeling neglected in your relationship. Was that even a thing? You had no idea but that's what it felt like. It felt as though Chan was moving on with his own life while you were left still holding onto the relationship you had together. Were things that different now he was too busy? You suddenly felt as though you were being placed on the back burner while he focused on more important aspects of his life and you hated that, that was how you felt. You knew none of it could be true, that he was just focused on his work and he had obligations to attend to. You wanted so badly to make your brain and your heart accept the fact that you weren't the only thing in his life important to him but sometimes it was hard to see the rational side of things. You despised how badly you wanted to speak to him about all of this but whenever you tried it was as though the words had died in your mouth. The conversations would go left unsaid, you'd pretend to be happy with not seeing him and he'd continue his life without noticing how much it pained you. It hurt to constantly feel as though you were taking up too much space and time in his life, that you were just something he HAD to deal with because he tolerated you being his girlfriend. Since you weren't able to directly express your feelings to Chan, you'd done what you knew best and wrote about it in a song. It was something you'd been working on for a few weeks now, it was nothing much. Just a demo for a solo artist who'd asked for a different example of your writing style, something that was different from her usual work and so you'd gotten to work on something while expressing your own thoughts and feelings.

You hadn't shown it to Chan, and despite normally showing him everything you were working on you suddenly felt the need to hide this project from him.

It wasn't as though you felt guilty about it, you just didn't want him to think you were attacking him or maybe even trying to break up with him. The song felt like a diary to you, it was everything you'd been feeling for months now and were able to express it through your words and music.

"Angel, come." You patted your leg at the small black cat and watched as it rushed up the staircase and toward your shared bedroom. It was a small black stray cat that Minho had found and wanted to keep - only there were no pets allowed at the dorms so the little girl had been living with you for the last six months and you'd grown attached to her. Every night you'd fall asleep with her curled up between your legs or even sometimes sleeping on Chan's pillows on the nights he wasn't home.

"You miss daddy too, huh?" You whispered as you noticed her curling up into his side of the bed and rubbing her head against his sheets. You carefully sat down beside her and ran your hand over her soft fur, smiling weakly as you looked down at her.

"Things will be back to normal soon," You whispered before bending down and leaving a small kiss on top of her head before heading to the bathroom to get ready.

The next morning when you'd woken up, the only indication that Chan had been home was that his clothes from the night before were in the washing machine and the lunch you'd prepared for him for today was gone from the fridge. You sucked on your bottom lip as you took in the sight of the living room, something felt complete off like you'd lost something but you couldn't place your finger on what it was.

"Angel, breakfast." You called out, placing down a small bowlful of food and looked back into the living room. Everything was as it was but you were still unable to shake the unnerving feeling inside of you.

Meanwhile, Chan was listening to the song on your laptop at his studio his eyes beginning to sting with the tears that were building inside of them. In a rush this morning he'd grabbed your laptop bag instead of his own - that was the only issue with matching bags - and out of curiosity he went to see if any of his audio files were still on your laptop but was shocked when he saw something else on the screen. Normally the song you were focusing on was the only thing on your desktop screen but it was the title that surprised him.

"Tolerate it," was written in all caps on an audio file which was strange as Chan hadn't heard you mention working on anything new lately but then again he couldn't remember the last time the two of you had talked at length for a while. It was mostly quick conversations and the occasional kiss goodbye in the mornings or at night that he got now.

"I sit and watch you reading with your head low. I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed. I sit and watch you. I notice everything you do or don't do." With each piano chord you played a pang hit Chan in the chest, he had no idea how many times he'd replayed the demo he was listening to but he couldn't stop himself. Each and every word and verse hit him like a ton of bricks as he thought about everything between the two of you.

There were so many times when Chan had noticed that there was something off about you, so many times he wanted to stop everything and just ask you what was going on but he figured you'd come to him. Forgetting for a simple moment that you felt as though you couldn't express yourself properly unless it was through music or through written word and now he'd found it. It felt like he shouldn't be listening to it, it felt as though he was sneaking through a diary when he knew he shouldn't be but he couldn't stop himself.

"Lay the table with the fancy shit. And I watch you tolerate it." The piano continued to play as you sang along to the words written on a file on the screen while Chan's heart continued to crack. He could remember the moment you sang about, he'd been stressed all day when he came home one night and you'd been waiting for him. The table was set with candles and fancy place settings and yet he didn't appreciate any of the efforts you'd gone to, he'd just patiently sat and eaten with you until disappearing upstairs for a shower and into bed barely even thanking you for the nice meal you'd made.

"If it's all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow. I know my love should be celebrated. But you tolerate it." The demo came to an end and he slowly ran his tongue along his bottom lip, shutting the laptop and staring down at the photo you had stuck to the back of it, it was one of you and him from the start of your relationship.

"Hyung, so I was thinking we could-" Jeongin was cut off by Chan rushing out of the door, shakily trying to put your laptop back into the case as he walked back to the elevator. He needed to get home to you, to talk about it, to hug you or just do something. His heart hammered against his chest and he was starting to sweat, never once in his life did he want you to believe that the love you had together was something he just tolerated and he needed to prove that to you.

"Thanks, Binnie, if you see him before I can get hold of him will you tell him we switched bags this morning," You laughed weakly as you looked down at Chan's laptop that was opening on the coffee table in the living room. Chan must have switched bags that morning and hadn't realised, no wonder you felt as though you'd lost something. Being away from your laptop always felt as though you were missing a part of yourself, seriously it had all of your music on it. Everything you'd ever worked on was stored on that thing.

"You're practically glued to your laptops, I'm surprised Chan-Hyung even grabbed the wrong one." Changbin chuckled through the phone. He was the first person you called that morning when you noticed the switch up since the two of them were nearly inseparable when it came to working together.

"Yeah, he must have been in a rush," You breathed out, rubbing the back of your neck as you ended the call and stood up to go and make a drink. Angel meowed at you, looking behind you but before you could turn to see what it was that piqued her interest you were suddenly being hugged from behind and you heard a small whimper. Your heart raced against your chest and you bit down on your lip, you hadn't even heard the front door to your place open,

"Chris?" You smiled a little happy that he'd come home when he realised he'd gotten the laptops wrong, your hands falling on top of his as you gave them a small squeeze.

"I thought you'd be at work by now," You giggled slowly turning around in his arms before freezing in place. Chan was crying and it wasn't like him to cry in front of anybody, the occasional little tears would fall but never like this. These were real tears, uncontrollable, never-ending tears, his eyes stained red as they streamed destructively down his cheeks.

"Did something happen? Are you hurt? Did you get in an accident?!" You panicked, running your hands over his cheeks and trying to get him to speak to you but it was like Chan couldn't find the words. He had no idea how to even start the conversation.

"I heard it," He choked out, staring down at you as a frown appeared on your face, your eyebrows pushing together as you shook your head confused as to what he was talking about.

"Heard what?" You questioned. Was it something on the radio? Had something been leaked from his laptop? Or something from his night out? You began to wonder what it was he could be talking about and he sniffled and rubbed his eyes.

"Talk to me Chan, I need to know what it is so I can make you stop crying," You pleaded with him but he shook his head at you, sniffling as he took in a deep breath trying to calm himself down.

"I heard your demo," Just like that it felt as though the ground had been swept out from under you and you and Chan were a million miles apart despite being right in front of him.

"My...My demo?" It was stupid to play dumb when he'd clearly already listened to the song and Chan sighed at you, leaning down and placing his forehead on yours.

"It's not all in your head," He said to you, repeating the words to your song and making your heart shatter. It was true, he was just tolerating you because he didn't know what else to do with you. Tears began to well up and Chan was quick to hold onto you and explain further,

"That night when you'd made an effort with dinner I did," He shook his head at himself, he was such an idiot that day. He'd known you'd been wanting a date night for a while and instead of taking you out, you'd made a nice night in for you both and he'd been the one to ruin it and cast doubt in your mind.

"That day I'd been so freaking stressed and I just took it out on you and I never meant to make you feel as though your love was something I just tolerated." He choked out, both of you sinking onto your knees on the floor in front of one another, his hands holding onto your waist as you touched his cheek. You did your best to wipe his tears away but they continued to stream and you whimpered suddenly throwing your arms around him and hiding in the crook of his neck while you both cried.

"I love you," He whispered, over and over again as you both sobbed into one another's embrace neither of you letting go. Chan's heart hammered against his chest as yours did the same, both of you letting out small sniffles as you held one another.

"I will never do anything to make you feel that way again," He promised, pulling away and running his hand over your cheek softly as he stared into your eyes.

"And I want you to try and come to me...The next time something get's too much for you. I know it's hard for you," He smiled weakly as you placed your hand atop his on your cheek, and you ran your thumb along his fingers.

"I promise I'll come to you." It would be hard for you but anything was better than seeing Chan break down like this in front of you.

"What did you think of the song though? Was it good?" You questioned when the two of you eventually calmed down, Chan raised a brow as he looked at you. How could you even ask that? Everything you ever did was the best of the best.

"Everything you did is better than good, baby. Who's it for?" He winked at you, he knew you'd never give up the artist's name until it was announced but it was always worth a shot.

"You'll find out in a week or two. She's going to come here to listen to the demo. You're friends," You explained to him, smirking a little as you noticed him beginning to think about everyone it could possibly be.

"If she's coming here, it's someone you're also close with and that's one a few." He teased softly while you poked his ribs making him laugh and whine out at you promising you he didn't mean it.

"You'll find out," You promised, leaning up and kissing him softly before smiling at him and holding his hand in yours. There was something you needed to make sure of first though,

"But you're okay with me releasing it? You know that now we've spoken about it I don't believe what I wrote...but are you okay with me putting it out there?" Chan looked at you and frowned. You could write whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted weather it was about him or not and you could put it out there.

"It's your song, your music. You do whatever you want baby. I'm fine with it. It's not down to me, it's down to you." He told you before kissing you softly, dragging you closer to him as you made out on the sofa.

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a-998h · 6 months

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You'll Never Leave Us Again

*Some angst might be present, if you don't like that then leave*

Creator's POV

I'm back in the colorful place, I think. The element colors are muted and the once white stone under the colored water is now black. This wasn't good, something bad must have happened. I walk across the muted colored water and the figure from that first dream and there is a frown on its face.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

The figure lifts its head and tears are running down its face. The figure hugs me tightly and whispers apologies.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry young one," the figure says.

"What, why are you apologizing?" I ask.

"You missed the deadline, the ritual time has passed," it said.

I froze, my dreams were now shattered. I never found the hydro core, and now I'll never go home.

I break down sobbing in the figures arms as it holds me tightly and tries to comfort me. It tells me it's sorry it couldn't help me get home. The dream world becomes more dark as the two of us sob in each other's arms.

Eventually, the figure let's go and says it needs to leave. I don't want it leave and I start crying.

"Why can't you be the god they want?" I ask.

It givens me a solemn look and just says it died, and that it chose me to take its place becuase I acted like how they were during their life. The crying doesn't stop as the figure disappeared and I'm left alone... I call out the figures name, the name of a God and... nothing happens. I drop to my knees in the water and sob my heart out....

"Why are you crying?" A voice asks.

It's faint, and it sounds blunt and a bit uncaring.

I shoot up with a heavy breathing, and thundering heart. Turning my head I see Chiori, working on whatever outfit she was doing.

Looking around the shop, I realize in on a fancy couch, I think, and my bag...

"Where's my bag?" I ask, with a yell.

"Chevreuse came by to shop to collect your bag," She said, not even looking at me or even stopping her work.

My mind is cracking, my only way home is gone for good and now I have no idea what to do!

I try to get up but Chiori pushes me back down.

"That nurse told me that the sedative would make you dizzy, so you are laying down until I say otherwise," Chiori commands.

Hours pass and, eventually, Chiori let's me sit and stand up. She has me sit with my hands in my lap until Chevreuse and some of her other officers walked into the shop and Chiori passed me over to them.

I was walked back to Neuvillette and he scolds me like a child. I snapped.

"Why? Why don't you want me to leave?" I yell.

Neuvillette keeps his stone face and grasps my right shoulder.

"You left our world once, and in that time many tragic events happened. We all wish to prevent that from happening again," he explains.

I keep asking questions and wanting to go home and he keeps reacting like I'm a child throwing a tantrum. Once he decides the conversation is over, he escorts me to my living space and closes the door.

I spend hours with my thoughts while I try to cope with my situation...

From then on the I was worshipped by all of Teyvat, having a residents in each nation and eventually, I learned to cope and sees the good side of the situation. The characters I loved, interacting with them was nice and learning about Teyvat and its nations was nice.

But, after that I never saw the figure in my dreams and no one seemed to believe me about the dreams.

I've started to forget things, my home, my family, my friends, my partners, and many other things about my old life but I don't feel sad. The people around me makes everything easier, I'm starting to feel at home and now I feel like I don't wanna leave.

Sitting with Venti at Stormterror's Lair he sings me to sleep as the sun dips Belo the horizon.

"Sleep well your grace," Venti says while petting my hair.

My eyes close, as his singing fills my ears.

"Thanks Venti," I says as I fall asleep.

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 1 year

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Always an Angel, Never the God Pt 2

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Runaway!Reader

Words: 3119

After a few months alone in the sky, you find yourself with an unlikely roommate.

Tags: Gender neutral/intended Female, Runaway Reader, Angst, Unrequited love, Requited love, Heartbreak, grief

You grind your teeth, eyes watering as a heavy booted foot pushes you down further into the wooden ship floor. The ship rocks angrily as does your dragon, struggling against the barbed netting.

“Who are you? A new vigilante?” The leading trapper, Erik son of Erik or something, asked, bending down above you. He had, coincidentally, been the one to shoot you down.

“Where is your… hideout?” He leaned down into your ear at your silence, speaking in a raspy whisper. You got the vague impression he was trying to be intimidating, though the end results were more in favor of making you blush.

You were thankful for the hard wood covering your face and, therefore, your embarrassment. Of your belongings, you were only able to manage a mask and had taken to running around ensconced in furs with nothing but a dagger to your name.

You’d recon you looked much like a wild animal, straddling your nadder bare of a saddle. You had not done too well on your own. It was hard. You had always been a team player if by team player you meant a leech on society. At least, you had been told so.

So of course you had, unwittingly, stumbled onto dragon trapping territory. Extreme sport dragon trapping territory. It didn’t help that you and your nadder hadn’t been on the same page, you two being unable to sync in the way you’d seen the other riders with their dragons, which left a bitter taste in your mouth.

He’d go left when you were trying for right, and when you finally decided to just go with it, he would change his mind and throw you for a complete loop. It was safe to say that even if you got out of this mess you never wanted to step foot on his back again.

You breathed a silent sigh of relief just as the trapper let out an annoyed one, stepping off of you in favor of yelling at his men for damaging their goods. Meaning, your nadder. Was he really yours, though? He did try and make a break for it without you.

While debating whether or not you should try at the ropes shackling your arms together, you grunt frustratedly, noticing a new tear in your garb.

After running away and getting captured, you had not expected to be kidnapped again by some insane-looking madman in a mask. Though you did look like two of a kind, so it was fitting.

Your nadder had its wings torn irreparably, so, unfortunately, you had to retire him early.

You found small comfort in that it hadn’t abandoned you on the ship that one final time, though the irony that it had led you here was not lost on you.

He visited sometimes. He took to life in the sanctuary very well.

You didn’t, a borderline prisoner before you’d been able to win over the trust of the resident feral gorgon. Sort of. She was a woman who let you see her face, more on accident than anything else. You hadn’t let her see you or hear yours. However you weren’t inclined to speak of her nicely, least of all in your head, after the number of weeks you spent trapped in a cave at her behest.

Finally, you’d been let out. Let out enough to walk more than just the short stretch of stone and greenish ice that made up your prison. The endless turquoise was beginning to make you sick.

Recently, you found a real friend in the sanctuary, and this dragon, it was truly yours. Affectionately named, fed and groomed, you two were almost inseparable. It was the kind of friendship with a dragon you’d completely missed out on on Berk.

It was hard to maintain given your captive status, but that was alright.

There probably wasn’t any social profit involved in being a vigilante, which is why you assumed the crazy dragon lady had taken to speaking at you in her spare time. About the dragons, what they ate, what she had to do. Pointedly she gave away nothing of their true secrets, not that you wanted them, nor anything of her vigilant-ing. Not verbally, though the influx of injuries both on her and the dragons spoke volumes.

She did give away her name.

You groan, rubbing your eyes under your mask as you cradle the thing to your face with the other.

“You’re quite attached to your mask,” Valka said amusedly, shifting the logs roasting in the fire with a stick, pushing them back and forth as you sat in silence. You hardly ever spoke a word, nowadays.

Her dragon, the stormcutter, stared at you with large eyes through the licking flames.

Neither of you mentioned that the only real reason you’d been able to keep your mask so long was that she’d been kind enough to let you. An allowance you’d been given on a whim. One you clung to with all the nervous energy of Fishlegs to his dragon cards.

“... I’d rather not be,” You grumble, voice raspy from disuse, “It’s stuffy.”

“Oh,” Valka looked at you, amused and maybe a little surprised to hear you speak at last, before going back to tend to her fires, “I was starting to think you couldn’t speak.”

“Funny.” You said, lifting a sharpened stick off the ground, spearing it through a slimy, gutted fish from the basket beside you. Your nose wrinkled as you heard the sharp point break skin. No amount of faux stoicism could make it seem pleasant to you.

“I have a few questions,” You grimace under your mask as she asserts herself. She can ask them all she wants, but there’s no guarantee you’ll answer.

You might, probably, as keeping secrets hasn’t always been your strong suit. She’s certainly been trying to open you up for a while. You’ve not given her any leeway before though, no reason to give her any now.

“How did you tame your dragon?” She asked, pushing a particularly thick dragon searching for morsels. Valka guides its head gently away with her spare hand before any of the other dragons crowding around them get any ideas.

You wait for a moment, still wondering whether you should follow along. Eventually, you decide to answer.

“Wasn’t me. Someone else back home did it,” You huff, “I just followed along.”

“...But not very well,” Valka hums. It’s obvious she doesn’t believe you. Unfortunately for her, that is not your problem.

She pulls a small trout off her own stick, tossing it to a crowd of young dragons, who you knew had acquired a taste for the cooked, through no fault of your own.

You should feel offended, but you know she’s right. You lean away from a wandering dragon snout as it searches you for morsels. The stormcutter, after a look from Valka, shoos it away with a large wing.

“Where are you from?”

You feel the embers from the fire as they rise, the furs of your coat becoming nearly unbearable, your skin heated up rapidly. You wrinkle your brow with annoyance as you feel a drop of sweat slide down the side of your face.

“Where are you from?” You retort pointedly.

She studies you cautiously, as if she could glean your intentions from your body language. And she very well could. Or the heat was getting to you, the wells you’d spent in solitude had finally done some real damage to your psyche, and you were hallucinating.

“Berk,” She says. You sit back, surprised, “And you?”

“...None of your business.” You wonder how long it had been since she had left. You pray she would not know you.

Valka raised her eyebrow.

“I’m serious.” You ground your heel into the dirt. It was a touchy subject, still.

“Berk, too. …Stop looking at me like that.”

Valka leaned back against the ice wall where you rested, looking out over the empty ocean as dragons flooded to and fro the sanctuary. You squinted far into the distance, as if you thought you might be able to see through it if you tried hard enough.

Your hair tugged wildly by the winds out from behind your mask as you sat, one leg extended and the other bent as you leaned back against one arm.

You probably looked as you felt, weary and unkempt after a long flight over the seas with your dragon, who clambered among the icy spike-lined wall with clawed hands. You felt refreshed yet somehow at odds with yourself still.

You cared little for your bedraggled demeanor the same way you hadn’t cared for much at all in a while. It might have made a cool picture had you not slipped and fallen onto your face on the ice just a few minutes prior. Whether you had broken your nose or not on your mask had yet to be uncovered. All that mattered was that Valka hadn’t seen.

Dragons crowed. Through the cracks in the walls of the sanctuary, the wind would whistle through if it hit the right angle. Louder than anything else were the sounds of the waves crashing against rock.

But between you and Valka, it was silent. A contemplative silence, the kind of silence you shared with others after a long thought or a hard day’s work. That’s how you knew she was going to break it.

“Why did you leave?”

You are annoyed at the prospect but are no less expectant. After the moment passes, you are not surprised. However, it feels as if you are the one who should be asking.

“Why did I leave?” You ask, “Does it matter?”

A loose chunk of ice falls off the side of the sanctuary as a large titan scrambles violently down the side, chasing after a bright yellow baby. You spot a shape through the fog, distant and blurry enough to resemble a bird though there are no birds here. You pointedly do not think of your small hut, even less of green eyes, and tiny, fading freckles.

Valka tilted her head in your direction, reaching a hand out to scratch Cloudjumper under his chin as he lowered himself towards her, “It mattered to you.”

You open your mouth, but you are only able to choke on your breath. No one has ever said something like that to you, not in a long while. You don’t understand why it’s hitting you so hard. Maybe it’s the isolation.

You blame the burning of your eyes on the biting wind.

“Why did you leave?” You ask in return, once you’ve taken time for yourself, though you have an idea. You can’t keep your voice from sounding a little bit scratchy.

You unhook your dagger from your belt, trying not to seem so attentive. Instead, you take to carving random shapes into the ice. A gronkle. A nadder.

“I was taken.” She sighs, quieter now. Lost off in memory as you both often are.

The nadder’s spikes are much too long. The gronkle looks more like a sandwich than a dragon.

“Taken?” You prompt and you begin on the outline of a fury. The result is shallow and scratchy.

It’s one of your own designs, not the same as the one Berk uses. Astrid liked the other one better, not yours, so that was the one Hiccup went with.

“I didn’t leave,” She insisted, almost as if she was trying to convince herself of the fact, “I had a son, and a husband.”

You’ve seen her by the fires, while trying to sneak out of this hellish ice maze. She talks to herself then. On particularly paranoid days, she’s slept by you, in the same caverns, so you’ve heard it. She talks in her sleep and says things she would never say awake, or had you been around. It’s all so very unsettling.

“Really?” You remarked with false astonishment. The facade is flimsy, but you figured you’d give her the benefit of the doubt. The grace to assume that you’d no idea what she was on about.

With prompting, you might have seen it earlier. In her slim form, the one she kept hidden under thick furs and thicker armor. You squint. They have the same eye color. The same hair. They both have higher cheekbones, though her son more resembles his father in that aspect. That is all.

Valka shoots you a reprimanding look. Cloudjumper, now creeping down the wall behind you, taps you on the back of your head with its tail at her behest.

Valka was of the air. Though he had the same flighty tendencies, he was very grounded, like his father, though he might either be proud or loath to admit it. He loved flying, yes, but he loved inventing and processing and routine just as much, if not more.

He did when you were close. Of course he did, he spent his whole life on it. You couldn’t really say you knew him anymore.

You didn’t pin Valka as the type to enjoy the same in any sort of manner. But that suited you just as well. You found that as time went by and as you were granted more freedoms, you appreciated it. It made it easier for you to forget. To ignore.

In the end they, you and she, she and you, were one and the same.

“But what does it matter, if you never went back?” You grumble, pushing your dragon’s head away as it nudges you towards the cliff, crooning for more flying time.

You guessed that was why she clung so viciously to the safety of her sanctuary. Why she hated other people so much, why she’d had no faith in the humanity of other people, why she’d held you here so strictly. If things could have been different, then what did she give it all up for?

Though you’d never had something else. Not even the option. You’d never been given it. Valka hadn’t been given it either, but there was a sure difference between something being there and not.

The atmosphere is silent again, tainted with some darker undertones. If you’d had to put a name to it, you might have called it grief.

“I want to leave.”

Valka doesn’t look surprised at your request. And indeed, it’s been no secret that you wanted to leave. Maybe she was glad for it, or maybe she was sad at the news.

After all, you settled into each other's presence long ago. You had a good sort of companionship.

And from that companionship, you learned a lot without even trying, just by watching. Eventually she took notice and she took an active part in teaching you the truths she learned during all her years in self-imposed isolation.

You two weren’t incredibly close but you could tell Valka was grateful for the company, grateful to have someone maybe even a little bit like her, even if most of it was spent in silence.

You still left the Drago fighting for her. It wasn’t your fight, it was hers, and you made that clear.

Neither of you brought up Berk. Ever.

You were content to just come and go as you pleased, for a while. Nonetheless, despite your freedom, you felt restricted to the small world of the Sanctuary and the empty skies around it. There was no place for you on the ground or by the seas, where hunters and trappers swarmed by the thousands and Drago’s armies grew by the day.

You spent so much time learning from her and yet it felt like no time at all. Which was why you were shocked when you’d truly learned how much had come and gone in full.

You were out slinking in the shadows, seeking shelter from a storm on the same small rocky outcropping of island that had a shipful of trappers stranded, in a rage and a panic as they attempted to recover their assets. The winds had been too rough to fly, so you had no choice but to wait and listen.

You didn’t believe it at first. It had been…

Months.

You wondered if he’d been married, yet.

Years.

The idea hurt, not as much as you’d thought it would, still not as little as you’d hoped.

Under clear skies, you found an inn, untouched by everything except grass and trees.

You asked, “What day is it?”

The large man, a burly viking scrubbing down a wooden cup with a torn old rag, had looked down at you skeptically from behind a beaten pine and stone counter.

Two years. It had been nearly two years since you left Berk. Just as Valka’s attachments kept her at the Sanctuary, you needed to go. To run.

Since you had heard it, spoken it, the urge to run, to fly hadn’t abated at all, going from a wispy thought at the back of your mind to a full blown need. Your dragon too had become antsy, maybe feeding off of your nervous energy. Eager to take off, to fly new skies.

“Are you sure?” Valka asked searchingly. You two were stationed over a heavily planted cliff over a large main pool which consisted of the main cavern within the Sanctuary, once again in front of a fire, eating your own meals as the dragons below ate and exchanged fish.

You were already packed, your mask secured as it had been for all two years you had been in this place stuck between confinement and dwelling. You almost regretted it, not telling her your name, but you couldn’t bear yourself to her knowing who she was, not truly. Not until you’d washed yourself of that particular weight.

“Yes,” One day you would, if you ever saw her again. Once you were released from the heartache and pain of your own making, “I am. Thank you.”

You started out into the pale foggy sky, mounted your beast as smooth as you’d ever done, which is to say, not smooth at all. You’d only ever managed it right when Valka was watching, anyhow. It was odd how that worked, maybe the peer pressure was finally starting to kick in.

As you took off and the sanctuary became smaller and smaller both to your eyes and your mind, as the tight bundle of chains in your chest dropped and the world opened up to you once more, you felt light, and free.

Once again, there was no one to watch you and no one to hurt for besides your and your dragon. Endless opportunity. Thousands of ways to keep going.

You wondered what your face looked like.

You couldn’t wait to see it again.

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fluorescentbalaclava · 5 months

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training season's over

Chapter 6: Contact

Summary:

Contact (mil.) Contact with the enemy.

TF141/female reader, König/female reader

spy reader, forced bonding, slow burn, slow build, militar inaccuracies, sugestive language, language, canon typical violence, second chance, domestic fluff, enemies to friends, becoming buddies, referenced torture, hurt/comfort, hugs, seeing König again

previous: chapter five "R&R"

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3 months later

"Listen---"

"---don't try to fuck us over. I know, Ghost, you tell me that every time," You whispered with a sigh, looking at him who was already looking at you, furrowing your brows. Already had the same conversation many times.

"Besides I've been on my best behaviour, you should give me some credit." You muttered, both of you were crawling on the ground, hiding in tall grass.

"Giving you credit for not betraying us? Fat chance," He mumbled back, making you roll your eyes.

Simple mission: Infiltration, one of your favourites. Ghost was against the idea of giving you that much freedom on the field, but Price decided that you were proven trustworthy enough to send you alone to steal some intel for an upcoming mission: coordinates for a delivery on the ports and its destination, that were kept inside a bunker disguised as an abandoned base. Of course, you were still wearing the ankle monitor, but at this point you got used to it, even put some stickers on it and Soap decided to draw a small foamy soap with a marker while you were taking a nap on the couch.

Price did allow Ghost to go with you to keep you in check, and watch your six while you got in.

It's been almost two months since Sage died, back on that private island, along with the Russian guard. And apparently Wire was born, as Soap considered it a more appropriate nickname for you, and quickly everyone followed, even Laswell. You had to admit that the double meaning behind it, alluding to the barbed wire you used that day and the fact that they kept joking about you being a spy was clever. You would still miss Sage, anyway.

On the bright side, they seemed to feel more comfortable using it rather than your other callsign, you guessed that it helped them to separate the “KorTac merc” from you. So, despite rolling your eyes when they first started using it, you grew accustomed to it. Although sometimes you didn’t turn around when they called you by it, forgetting your change of identity.

Ghost stayed back, letting you keep crawling through the fields alone. The breeze was nice, and the scent of the flowers was lovely, the ants not so much. Ghost freed one of the watch towers, eliminating the sentinel, and you secured a rope to climb, as he kept carefully shooting anyone who walked too close to his liking.

Ah, the coldness and the metallic smell of the vents, how I missed it.

After about 4 minutes you stopped, thinking you might have heard something in the distance, a muffled sound. After a minute or so of more silence, you decided to keep going until you saw the security room under you.

You carefully opened the air vent, putting the grill inside it, and with a swift movement you were down, your feet light against the ground.

The guard seemed distracted enough, not turning around and his face still facing the screens. Your eyes were fixed on him, as you took the knife out of your utility belt, holding it tight in your hand.

You crept up to him, knife in hand, and with a quick movement you grabbed him by the forehead to reveal his neck to your blade.

But something was wrong.

When you moved him, his whole dead weight fell to the side, landing on the floor. Lifeless.

You looked at him disconcerted, and just then you saw that the front of his uniform was already drenched with blood, the cut on his neck was still fresh enough to notice that someone got to him minutes before you.

"Maus?" You heard behind you, eyes widening and the grip on your knife tightening.

You turned around almost immediately, only to find König's towering figure about five feet away from you.

Back in KorTac you would joke to him, saying that it was impossible for the targets not to hear him coming, but now that you were in that place, he was silent, as if he materialized out of thin air. You neither heard or saw him, but a quick look around revealed an open maintenance closet where he was hidden, from where he heard some noises from the vent and saw it opening.

He recognized you on the spot, the way you fell from the vent as he peeped from inside the janitor closet, your hair in that bun, the way you stalked the man before attempting to strike. It was hard to recognize you with all that heavy gear, as he saw you wearing more scarce and light equipment before. At first, he tried to convince himself that it wasn't you, you would never wear camo and that 'awful military green' as you usually called it. But when he caught a glimpse of your eyes, he couldn't deny it.

You felt all your blood go to your arms and legs, staring into his eyes, the only part that his sniper hood left uncovered, black paint smeared around them, and he stared down back at you. Your brain immediately switched into survival mode. König was around 6'10” tall; you knew you were good, but you weren't that good, he would clearly overpower you in hand-to-hand combat. If you attacked him with your knife in hand, a quick strike on the neck could do, but you could also get yourself killed faster. If I reach for my gun I could probably---

But you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you felt him almost jumping at you, his hands quickly constricting around your body...but not in a harmful way.

He seemed to purposefully hold back, his touch careful. One hand wrapped around your waist while the other went behind your neck, as he leaned down and buried his face on the crook of your neck, holding you tight against him, your arms trapped on the sides of your body. A hug. You felt almost embarrassed that you were thinking about killing him. On the other hand, he was just glad that you kept using that bubblegum scented body wash.

"Krass! Maus, ich bin so glücklich, ich dachte, du wärst tot und niemand hat über dich gesprochen und---" He started saying in a hurried voice, as you were frozen in his arms, still processing what was happening. You have him a few awkward pats on his back with your free hand.

"König, english?" You asked softly, and he pulled away, looking down at you once again. His blue eyes filled with concern, looking into yours with familiarity, tenderness.

"I thought you died! I tried to ask about you and no one would say anything" he said in the same voice, a mix of excitement and anxiousness. "What the hell happened?"

"It's a long story" you said, feeling slightly overwhelmed by him, who was visibly thrilled to see you once again, and still slightly confused. "I got captured."

"Scheiße..." He muttered, and you could tell he was frowning under his hood. He then looked away, seemingly thinking about something. Before he started again. "We could go back to KorTac, explain to them all of this, and you're one of their best assets..."

You looked up at him, narrowing your eyes. One of their best assets? Probably his fondness of your talking for him. You were efficient, good at best, but still disposable. However, you kept listening to him, as he got progressively more carried away with his idea.

"...they could even relocate you to another country for a while, and cover your tracks, then we---"

Could you really do that? Just escape now in the middle of this mission? Would KorTac even want you back at this point? Or be willing to spend those many resources in helping you? They didn't even talk about you to König when he asked. Then your eyes drifted to the screens next to you. Your thoughts went back to being sat on the common room, sitting in the middle of Gaz and Soap, and them laughing at you as you sipped from the “I’m not short, I’m just more down to earth than most people!” mug they got you back in town. Price was a nice commanding officer, he was clearly experienced, and it was nice to be bossed around by someone who was actually in the field with you, rather than behind a desk. Ghost…was Ghost, he still didn’t talk to you when off duty, but he kept it professional while working.

And even if you and König were relatively close, you never sat down like you did with your sergeants with him, your talks were limited to sharing one hour when he was at base and conversations while travelling. You didn’t know what he liked outside explosives and sniper rifles of which he, very often and with a childlike enthusiasm, talked about. And this was the first time he ever touched you, let alone a hug.

When you joined KorTac, you ghosted most of your friends back home, completely going off the radar from them, even when they tried to reach out through your parents, your excuse was that you were too busy now. So, friends were scarce at the time.

And your parents. Fleeing would not only mean running away from the 141 but also from your family. Who would send them money if you ran away? The mortgage, healthcare, bills, they were too much for them. You didn’t see them frequently, but the idea of not seeing them ever again made your stomach turn.

And of course, you would become a wanted criminal.

"König!" He snapped out of his rambling and focused his eyes again on you, tilting his head.

"I can't" You softly said. Your voice too strained to your liking, as you looked up at him.

He still hasn't let you go fully, still embracing you, just put space between you to be able to talk.

"W-What do you mean you can't?" He said shaking his head, clearly confused. In his mind, it was the obvious course of action.

You felt his grip tighten around you, and your comm cracked.

"Wire, how copy?" Ghost's voice said through the comm, sounding slightly impatient, prompting König to look at the source of the voice on your shoulder, and then at you again.

"Almost there, need a sec" You answered not taking off your eyes from the man towering over you.

"Wire? Was that the lieutenant of the 141?" he said drifting from your face to look down to your geared body, as if he was connecting the pieces, trying to make sense of the situation.

“You are working with them.” He said as realization hit him.

"But why, Maus?"

"I have a family, König. I can't live on the run, and they offered me a deal if I worked with them…I…I can't go to jail" You explained, looking up at him furrowing your eyebrows in distress, and you pulled down your face mask, letting him see your face fully. If it was possible, his eyes became even gentler at the sight of your face, his gaze taking in every detail.

"Family…? I didn't know" He answered in a faint and soft tone, looking down for a moment.

Then he looked at you for a few more seconds, that felt hours. He felt conflicted.

König wasn't dumb, he knew that every time you spoke to him you only revealed surface level information about yourself. Except from your PTSD, that probably was too heavy a burden to keep to yourself. Then, his hand moved from the back of your neck to your temple, as he gently traced the scar that peeked out of your hairline, going into your hair. His glove was surprisingly soothing against your scalp.

He still remembers the day you were captured. The mission went wrong, Konni soldiers were waiting for you, it was a set up; he remembers the unsettling calmness in which you explained the tortures you went through in those four days you were missing. Tied up, without food nor water, as you were constantly deprived from sleep, waterboarded, tortured with electricity, beaten up…he still remembers when the initial shock faded, and was soon replaced by anxiousness, grief, fear. He knew well about that. He remembers when you finally broke down and confessed that you could barely sleep at night, haunted by memories of being tied up, in the darkness, alone, or of your captors beating you. He tried to sooth you, to explain to you it was normal, but you needed help. Weighted blankets, sleep with a light on, drinking chamomile before bed, he recommended you what worked best for him, as well as therapy. How he wished he would have hugged you like this back then.

It took you a few months until you went back to being fully functional, he tried to take you out of your room in the barracks for a walk or tea, when he was in base, which he admits wasn’t as frequent as he would have wanted. The first time you smiled again was while on a truck, going back to the safe house KorTac had in Berlin. You showed him a photo of the little animal figures you bought, he didn’t understand what they were exactly or their purpose, but he was glad they brought you joy.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he let out a sigh, finally pulling away from you, basically forcing himself to. He slowly reached for his belt, making you flinch and instinctively raised the hand with the knife, to which he rose his other hand in surrender, as he reached inside one of his pockets, pulling out a flash drive, offering it to you.

"This is all the intel we found. There's a whole KorTac team here, I am leading Delta today. You and your new...friend, should go."

"König?" He reached for his handgun, spinning it on his hand and offering it to you.

"You moved too fast, you stole my weapon and shot me, and you fled with the intel. Nothing I could do to catch you. And I didn’t even saw your face, it was all too quick." He said with a sigh, but still gentle. You grabbed the weapon with a bit of doubt and inspected it before looking up at him again.

"I'm not going to shoot you. I could just knock you."

"Be serious, Maus." He said in a tone that said that it wouldn't be believable, and you would be mad if it wasn't true.

"It's okay, I don't mind" he said softly again, reassuring you.

"König, I'm not going to shoot you" you said in a firm tone, the one that usually made him slightly uneasy, but you were now met with a determined demeanour.

"Then they'll know I let you run away with the intel, and I'll face the consequences for my lack of judgement" You can't remember a time when you heard him so decided about something, let alone getting shot.

You groaned and reluctantly lifted his gun. You didn’t want him to get in trouble, he loves his job.

Thigh is out of the question, as well as torso. Feet are not fatal but crippling...

Shoulder.

He must have seen you aim there, taking a deep breath to try to ease your tension at the necessity of shooting someone who you consider close.

"Avoid the brachial artery, and if you could kindly avoid the---"

"Humerus because it's painful, and branchial plexus or you won't be able to move your arm. I know" you said looking straight to his shoulder before your eyes drifted back to his eyes. His gaze still fixed in you.

"I...I can't"

"Yes, you can, Maus. And we're running out of time. It's a 22. calibre, if you shot on pectoralis minor avoiding my bones and arteries, I'll be fine. Will be an in-and-out. Flesh wound. Textbook," There's nothing textbook about this.

You took another deep breath, your eyes focusing on the spot, until they drifted back to König, and his gaze still felt unbelievably soft, despite the situation. You have worked with him since you joined KorTac, your commanding officer…your friend. He saw you become who you are.

"Thank you" You whispered to him, gratefulness in your voice.

He nodded, and the way his eyes were creasing made you believe he might be smiling.

Across the hallway, Delta-3, who was shooting the last remaining witness with his silencer, heard a singular gunshot. Coming from the same door where their C.O. disappeared a few minutes ago. He quickly alerted the others.

König didn’t have a big reaction. He squeezed his eyes shut while he grunted before he told you to flee. And you thanked him one last time before you jumped back into the vent.

"Ghost, I have the intel, but I've been compromised. Building is filled with KorTac operators. Meet you at the exfil point." You muttered as you were quickly crawling through the vents again, hearing behind you screams in German and in English calling for back-ups. He was kind enough to give you a two-minute advantage.

You went down the rope on the side of the building, from the watch tower you used to get into, and ran as fast as you could through the fields. When you were half on the way you heard screams, quickly followed by shots on the ground and the trees beside you, before your figure was lost over a hill, making König let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

You kept running until you saw the Jeep that you used to get there, with Ghost already sitting on the driver seat, the motor already on.

However, when relief was washing over you, panting from the long sprint over the hill as you opened the passenger door, you quickly met the end of a gun pointing at you. First you looked back in confusion…then in fear, but you raised your hands slowly, meeting his eyes.

"Ghost..." You managed to make out, your words were slow and careful. Your mind already too clouded with emotions from your encounter with König.

"KorTac, huh?" His tone was cold, cutting right through you.

"I didn't know! I even had to shoot one of them" Not mortally, and he let me, but still technically true. "Laswell checks all my devices, I never leave the base, you have a tracker on me. Hell, I can't betray you even if I wanted.”

Ghost was not one to trust, especially you. You were in the comfort of your flat, bought with your mercenary money, crossing paths with him, and pretending you weren't into his team like a damn leech. He had to admit you were a good liar in general, probably the reason why you were on the job.

"Simon…please." You pleaded, your hands still up, your voice almost a whisper. His jaw tightened, biting into nothing.

He knew that you were calling him by his name as a desperate attempt of moving something in him, to make him think of you as someone somehow familiar, to make him trust you. He hated that it somewhat worked. His eyes were locked on your face, studying it. When you would talk to him on the lift, or when you arrived to your flat, in your eyes, he could see that you were lying. It was just a hint, something quick, easy to miss if someone wasn’t looking for it in the first place. But today he didn't find that, he saw something else. You were telling the truth, and you were genuinely terrified.

He moved his thumb, putting the safety back on, and lowered his gun.

You breathe again, your body is still tense, and with your heart still pounding in your chest, you quickly get into the car.

You spend the next hour on a very silent road back to the airport.

As every Tuesday night, you were in the common room, sitting on the couch with Soap and Gaz, watching the Great British Bake Off, a new season. You liked it, it temporarily numbed your brain, and having company was soothing.

"I miss the old guys. I still can't believe that cunt won" Soap groaned, leaning back to the arm of the couch. He had his legs over it, and a notebook resting on his legs as he seemed not focused on the TV but in the paper in front of him.

"Bonnie, can you lift your chin a bit?" He asked, to which you just raised your face slightly, complying. Still focusing on the screen, attentively hearing today's recipe.

"It's been like one month, get over it" Gaz said, and when he heard Soap's request, he turned to him, peeping over his legs into his journal. He saw a halfway sketch of your profile, along with other small drawings like your mug and a sketch of Riley. He then added.

"Drawing her like one of your French girls? Very smooth, MacTavish" he said teasingly, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, she saw my journal and she asked me to. Besides she is still dressed..." He said defensively. He had to admit that having an excuse to stare at you was pleasant.

“…for now," He muttered under his breath with a small smirk, jokingly, winning a playful scoff from you.

"And I intend to keep it that way," You said back.

Gaz and you were watching attentively how one of the new contestants was putting his broken ganache aside, clearly frustrated as she started a whole new batch.

"She should try to melt it and whisk it. Still can be saved" A familiar husky voice said from behind the three of you.

All of you turned around, only to find a nonchalant Ghost, with his mask over the bridge or his nose, sipping on his tea and watching the TV.

Simon purposefully avoided the common room on Tuesdays, not wanting to perturb whatever ritual you had going on with Gaz and Soap, and to avoid you. The image of you, blood stained, sitting next to the guard you just butchered returned to his mind more than he would like to admit. The man was easily a head taller than you, bigger than you, and yet he was laying dead, face almost disfigured by your hand. He couldn’t help but being impressed, as he assumed you were only good to shove yourself into small spaces and stalk. Knowing that you were capable of such carnage, despite your size, sparked something in him. He hated that. But he appreciated the resourceful use of the barbed wire.

When you were in the jeep, silent and still shaken with adrenaline beside him, he felt a tingle of guilt from pointing a gun at you. He knew he was justified, as the whole situation felt oddly suspicious, but Price was right, you weren’t giving any reasons to doubt you, and you were right as well, as you were heavily monitored to even try something out of the ordinary. His thoughts were divided between apologizing and don’t, both sides had good arguments in his head. So, showing up was a middle ground. An olive branch, sort of speak.

"You bake?" Soap asked in an incredulous tone, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"I know a few things," He answered before taking another sip.

"How come you never bake anything for us?" Soap asked again, this time sounding outraged.

"You never asked."

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ppumeonae-bigvibe · 2 months

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barista's special

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pairing: barista! jay x part-timer! reader

↬ tags: (guys im so tired i dont know anything anymore i was in bed and realized i forgot to post this so i had to get up) wholesome fluff surely, a short read about developing feelings! (i like this one very much and pondered a lot about what to write for this) jay being self-aware and heeseung being some kind of a friend c

summary: continuation from this // now that jay has got to know you for a while, perhaps things are brewing where he first met you

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jay wiped down the countertop for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. he folds the cloth neatly and parks it to the side, shifting his weight from one foot to another.

just then, the doorbell jingles and he stands up straighter, ready to receive the customer. the door swings open gently, and jay smiles at the sight of you almost immediately when you meet his gaze.

you shoot him a wry smile when you see the confusion flit across his face as you made your way closer to where he stood.

"last i checked, you're off today. and i'm working with heeseung." jay teases and you responded with equal humor, "i miss working with sunbae so much that i decided to accompany you at work despite it being my off day." despite the sarcasm lacing your words, jay knows you didn't mean any harm. in fact he sees the way your eyes twinkle with mischief and finds you rather endearing.

you held up the thick laptop bag snug tightly on your left forearm, "i'm here to do some school work because there's some renovations going on at home. you gonna chase me out or something?"

jay was glad that the cafe wasn't crowded that day.

he leans over the counter, shaking his head all while a smile tugs on his lips, "you can stay here, but you gotta get something to eat or drink here. cafe rules." you waved him off, huffing at his banter, "i know." you pause to look at the menu, before returning your attention to him, "sunbae! can you make me that drink? your..." you moved closer to him causing his heart to beat in trepidation, "your special drink?"

"yah, you're taking too much advantage of me here!" you made a face, "but, please? can't a struggling student have something special to focus on their heinous amount of work?" you looked pointedly at your laptop bag. "i really like the special drink you make. i crave it all the time but i don't know what you put in there that makes it so addicting." you admitted sheepishly, a silly grin on your face.

jay relents (he had already intended to make you something nice even before you asked), rolling his eyes like it was a big deal (it wasn't), "i'll bring it to you."

you beam and nod at him so brightly, jay thinks he must have done something great in his past life for him to melt so easily just by that action alone. he watches as you move to sit at a cozy spot away from the machines, taking out your study materials.

from his peripheral vision, he occasionally flits his focus to you as he prepared your drink and a snack despite you not asking for it. absorbed in your studies, he was reminded of when he was first starting university just like you were right now.

he graduated just recently and you had about 3 more years to go in school.

"huh, it's been a few months..." jay wonders aloud to himself. it felt like yesterday when you had first joined, the shy part-timer that he warmed up to after comforting you on your first busy shift. but with the passing of time, it was almost nearly 10 months of you joining the crew.

and somehow in this time and in this small space of a cafe, he realized he's taken quite a liking to you.

well, according to google at least (google says its a platonic crush), he surely doesn't have an infatuation on you: he thinks that he clicks rather well with you, having so many common topics to chat about. his logical mind relates it due to the fact the full-time staff here were much older, hence you two getting along well was only bound to happen. he doesn't think about you romantically, nor does he feel that "butterflies in stomach" sensation when he interacts with you.

more often than not, jay finds himself subconsciously glancing past the staff roster to see when his and your shifts aligned, never making it too obvious when he swaps a shift with his coworkers just so that he could work with you; he definitely does feel a sense of pride when he watches you master some coffee grinding techniques or latte art he taught you, and also even enjoys hearing you vent about the professors you two shared.

the oven dings softly, bringing him out of his revere. heeseung who was coincidentally back from his toilet break, stands beside jay. "well, well. who is this for?" jay looks at the older male, one side of his lips quirking up, "the poor student over there."

heeseung looks over jay's shoulders and hums, "said 'poor student' comes here to study quite often actually. during their off days and occasionally weekends, like today."

"really? i didn't know that..." jay stores that information to the back of his head. heeseung side-eyes him, "why, you curious as to when they come? i could tell you if you want~"

"ah hyung! mind your business!" jay sputters and hurriedly pulls the pastry out onto a plate. with the drink in his free hand he makes his way to your table and set it down to escape a prying heeseung.

"for you."

you perked up, "thanks!" he never fails to notice the way your entire demeanor brightens around him (and only him, he hopes). he peers over to look at the notes sprawled all over the table,

you brought the mug to your lips, exclaiming after the first sip, "why did this get even better than the last one you made me!"

jay felt the tips of his ears warm up, spouting whatever reason that popped up to his head, "y-you're just caffeine crazy! i'm sure you don't even start the day drinking water." you sighed dramatically, "sunbae is such a spoilsport. but thanks for making this though! i'm gonna get this A for my assignment!"

as he steps away from you, he catches heeseung staring at him funny, his head cocked to one side, as if calculating jay's every move.

he's got some avoiding to do.

@ppumeonae-bigvibe 's work ; likes and reblogs are appreciated !

#ppumonae-bigvibe #enhypen #enhypen jay park jongseong #enhypen jay x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios

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Headcanons (SFW & NSFW) | Aki Hayakawa

Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x fem! reader

Content/warnings: fluff, smut, nothing too crazy to be honest

A/N: Hello! I have risen from the dead and my very first post in over a year will be dedicated to the newfound love of my life, Aki Hayakawa. I feel like headcanons are a good way for me to figure out characterization and how I want to write characters in future fics, so here we are. Also I edited this Aki screencap to make him :) instead of :(

SFW

Makes his bed every morning, even if you’re in it. So if you wake up and find that one half of the bed is a lot straighter and smoother than your half, you’ll know why.

That being said, he likes to make sure you’re nice and warm when he leaves your side every morning for work, so he makes sure to wrap the blanket around you extra snug.

Is your personal chauffeur. The good thing about Aki is that he’s not only a good driver, but he loves driving as well. You can mention wanting to go to a certain place, then all of a sudden Aki’s dragging you out the door, keys in hand. In the words of T.I., “you can go wherever you like”

Has a thing for forehead kisses, especially if you’re shorter than him.

Likes it when you guys have complimentary or matching jewelry.

Aki isn’t one to talk much, but around you it’s almost like his mouth has a mind of its own. He feels like he can talk about anything and everything with you, and hopes that you feel the same way around him.

Was very much an old man in his past life. Quite geriatric, to be honest. Goes to bed early, doesn’t upgrade his phone, reads physical newspapers in this day and age. You’ll have to live with the fact that you’re dating a grandpa </3

Aki is very, very responsible. Is always punctual, schedules appointments without needing a reminder, knows his way around legal documents and just navigating everyday life. (Though it probably has to do with the fact he’s an old man incarnate)

He doesn’t mind if he has to do things for you, either. He welcomes it, even. He likes feeling needed by you.

Aside from cooking and driving, I imagine Aki being a somewhat proficient photographer. He has a bunch of cash to blow from being in public safety, and although he has very few vices to spend his salary on, he decided to indulge on a quality camera with the appropriate accessories

It started off small, driving to random spots on his days off and shooting pics. He was definitely more of a scenic photographer before he met you.

Now that you’re together, you’re almost always the focus of his masterpieces. It’s almost endearing, actually, the way he asks if you’d allow him to take you out on a photoshoot date. Sometimes, he has a specific theme in mind, so he’ll buy the props he needs (including your outfits).

He’s literally starstruck every time he sees you in front of a camera. If you’re shy, he’ll encourage you until you feel more comfortable to pose the way he needs you to.

He especially likes the candid pictures he takes of you— you laughing, looking out in the distance at the view, trying a new dish at a new date spot he took you to, etc. He has a separate folder on his laptop dedicated to pictures of you, and he looks back at them whenever he’s missing you a little extra.

I’m sure this has been established already, but Aki’s love language = acts of service. He’ll do anything and everything for you, you don’t even have to ask (most of the time).

Aki is a very observant lover, to the point where he knows you better than the back of his own hand. He seems to know what you want and when you need it. And he loves being the person to give you everything.

Speaking of giving you everything, Aki is very much fine with you spending his paycheck. He’s never felt the need to spend much on himself aside from essentials, and he has a good amount of savings for you to shop your little heart out and then some.

Not that he thinks you’re materialistic at all, but there’s just something about a pretty girl blowing his cash that gets him a bit worked up (in a good way).

NSFW

Speaking of getting worked up, Aki’s dick is pretty much on hard whenever you two are together. You could literally be having the most mundane conversation but if you look down at Aki’s pants you’d most definitely see Aki Jr saying hi. He can’t help it, he just thinks you’re so unbelievably ethereal.

Honestly has no shame when he sees you’ve noticed his predicament. Raises an eyebrow as if to say, “And?”

Back to his photography skills— one time you asked Aki if you could do a boudoir shoot and he swore he almost saw God for a second. Of course, the photos turned out beautiful, and Aki keeps the physical copies stashed away for *safekeeping*

As much as he likes taking control when you two have sex, he has a thing for getting bossed around by you. He’s comfortable enough to get into a more submissive headspace, and will gladly do anything you ask of him.

Has an oral fixation, no doubt. His mouth always needs to be occupied with something— your lips, fingers, titties, your clit

Is obsessed with sucking on your tongue, and swears he almost passes out every time you do the same with his

His favorite thing to do is to get you nice, wet, and overstimulated before he even thinks about putting his dick inside you. So expect to cum on his tongue and fingers a good number of times before getting fucked properly.

As reserved and put together as Aki seems to be, his favorite thing in the world is when you two are both so sensitive and overstimulated from cumming so much that neither of you can even form a coherent sentence. The way his brain turns to mush every time you two are together is almost more addicting than the nicotine he consumes on a daily basis

I think the way that Aki loves is somewhat contradictory— quiet yet very intense. And I like to think that bleeds into the way he makes love to you as well. It starts off very tame until it becomes almost too much to bear. The pleasure only keeps building and building until you both can’t physically take any more.

A munch.

#my man is a munch AND stays bricked up what more could you want?#this is lowkey unserious I’m sorry #aki x reader #aki hayawaka #aki hayawaka headcanons #chainsaw man x reader #csm x y/n #csm x you #csm x reader #kat’s writing #kat’s demon time

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A Night Out

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~3.1k

Summary: You meet Pietro and he doesn’t give the best first impression

A/N: There were a lot of possibilities for this one...

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort

You sigh happily as you sit down at a table in your favorite restaurant, ready for dinner. You and Wanda are meeting at a place you frequent often because of its location and ownership. Although you don’t know the specifics, it’s in Wanda’s territory and everyone who works here treats her like the boss. No one has dared bother you two here, and luckily that’s continued to be the case in the short period of time you’re alone waiting for her to arrive.

You’d planned on meeting about ten minutes ago, but Wanda had texted you just now telling you that she’ll be even later than she thought. She’d run into issues at work, but she was leaving shortly so hopefully she’d be there in 20 minutes. You weren’t mad because you’d known in your time together that her schedule was unpredictable, and despite being a boss, she couldn’t control everything. You were at least grateful that she wasn’t too late, and that you were waiting somewhere you could get food. She’d actually told you to go ahead and order because she knew how hungry you got, but you’d promised to wait.

Well, you’d get some appetizers while you wait, but you didn’t feel a need to order and have Wanda feel like she was truly running late when she saw you eating dinner without her. You lean back and set your menu down as soon as the waiter leaves. There’s still a smile on your face as you consider your plans for the rest of the night.

Wanda had been ridiculously busy lately, more so than usual, and you were glad that she had promised you the weekend. She’d been working on something that caused her more anxiety that you were used to, and this was the first time since she’d started on it that she was willing to see you in public. You weren’t a stranger to how paranoid your girlfriend could be, but these past few weeks had been extreme.

You recall how relaxed she’d been this afternoon when she’d called you to check in and make sure that dinner still worked for you. You hope that this will still be the case despite her delay. You open your eyes when you hear someone set something on your table. You think it’s the waiter and you open your mouth to thank them, but you’re surprised to see a vaguely familiar face.

“Y/N, Y/LN. It’s nice to finally meet you. My name’s Pietro Maximoff.”

Wanda wasn’t sure what was happening today. She’d wrapped up her last deal yesterday and she’d planned on taking the day off, hell the weekend off, but something came up early this morning. She’d been contacted and told that she needed to meet with the man she’d just finished negotiating with to go over one last thing. She’d been confused and then slightly annoyed when she’d arrived to meet him only for no one to show up. Her paranoia had made her think it was a set up, and despite having Steve with her she’d freaked out.

Except no one was there waiting for her. Not for a meeting or an ambush, so she left confused and unsure of what the hell happened.

Now she was late for her date with you because when she went down to her car after talking to her brother, she found that it had a flat tire. She had a number of other cars she could have driven, too many honestly, but the keys had gone missing so she was stuck fixing this one. She knew someone was trying to sabotage her today, but she just didn’t know why. She was determined to enjoy her weekend with you, but this was starting to piss her off.

You’re still staring at him in shock when your waiter shows up a couple of minutes later with your drink and some bread. You feel a strong urge to stuff your face out of stress, but you resist the urge as Pietro shoots you an expectant, unimpressed look.

“You’re not too talkative, are you?”

You just watch in stunned silence as Pietro helps himself to your food, and he eats almost half of it before you regain your wits.

“Pietro…um nice to meet you. How did you know...?”

You trail off because you’re not quite sure what you wanted to say. There were a lot of options and you were struggling to come up with something to hopefully explain his surprise visit.

He almost glares at you as he takes a good look at you. You’re not quite what he’d expected, but then again his sister dated so few people that he wasn’t sure why he expected anything at all. You were cute, but kinda mousy as you sat in front of him looking around like you wanted to dart toward the nearest exit. He supposed it wasn’t fair to surprise you like this, but it also wasn’t fair that he was the last one to meet you. He’d only learned about your existence last week.

“That you’re dating my sister? She’s not as sneaky as she thinks she is. She’s also introduced you to everyone, but me.”

You’re not sure how to respond to this, and you’re caught off guard by this entire thing. You are poorly prepared for this because you’d naïvely thought that you would get a warning, you’d be prepped before meeting Wanda’s brother. You only have a second to wonder if she knew about this meeting before Pietro’s speaking up again.

“I can’t help but think that there’s a reason she didn’t want to tell me about you two. I know my sister’s paranoid, but based on what the others have said it’s been over a year, right?”

You can’t help but frown at his accusing words and what they seem to suggest. You don’t like that someone you don’t know, who doesn’t know you seems to think he can judge you based on what he’s heard second or third-hand. You scowl as you sit back slightly and try not to seem too annoyed despite your raging feelings.

“It’s been 15 months and we were planning on telling you soon. She just wanted to prepare me because for some reason she thought you’d be a pain.”

Pietro stands up straight and shoots you a glare for the dig, and he’s surprised to see that you don’t budge at all as you glare back. He wonders why Wanda hadn’t told him about you before now. Could it just be because she was worried that he’d scare you off? Looking at you now, he’s not sure that would be possible. He decides to cut to the chase because he really doesn’t know how long Wanda will be delayed. He’d rather leave before she shows up, if at all possible.

“What exactly do you want from my sister?”

You’d been prepared for a question like this, and you’d actually spent time thinking about your answer before today. You didn’t want much from Wanda. Well other than for her to stay with you, you didn’t want anything to change. She wasn’t perfect, you weren’t blinded by love or lust enough to believe that, but she was still more than you could ever want. More than you ever thought you deserved.

You shrug in a nonchalant way that you’re sure bothers Pietro, but that’s just a perk as you lean forward to grab the rest of the bread. You take a sip of your drink waiting just long enough to see him get annoyed before responding.

“I don’t want her for any of the reasons you’re probably thinking. I’m with her because I love her.”

Pietro frowns clearly dissatisfied with this answer, but you don’t give him time to protest. You sigh in annoyance as you discreetly check the time. You’re hoping that Wanda shows up soon so you can be free of this unwelcome, quite frankly rude interrogation. You shoot Pietro a suspicious look that soon turns to amusement as you run a hand through your hair.

“Let me guess. You wanted me to say that I was with her for the thrill of it all? Maybe her money? Or maybe you thought I was just shallow enough to want her for her looks alone? Did I miss any?”

Pietro flounders for a moment as he goes through his mental list of possible ulterior motives you had, and you actually did miss one. He sits down and leans on the table before he nods. He takes a good look at you again and realizes that he’s definitely underestimated you. You’re shy sure, but you won’t put up with any of his bullshit.

“Actually yes. You missed the long con. Where you pretend to be in love with my sister just so you can hit her where it hurts most.”

You’re actually a little surprised to hear him say this, and it shows as your mouth falls open. You hadn’t thought of this one because honestly it was never a concern that Wanda had raised with you. When you started dating, and after you learned the truth she’d told you about her previous relationships and various reservations she’d had. You had understood them at the time, and despite not wanting any of that from Wanda, you hated that she’d experienced that. She deserved better than someone trying to use her.

You eventually shake your head as you look past Pietro to see your girlfriend has arrived. You’ve run out of time to prove yourself as a good partner to Pietro, but you’re not too worried about that right now. Wanda looks irritated and flustered, and you can’t help but think that’s going to get worse.

“I guess you’ll just have to see about that one, Pietro.”

Pietro opens his mouth to argue, but he’s caught off guard by the sudden appearance of his sister beside him. He jerks slightly and can’t help but dread what’s coming. She looks pissed.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Pietro?”

Wanda had started to put things together on the drive over here. The fact that nothing had gone right today, and she’d hit roadblock after roadblock for no apparent reason. It wasn’t until she arrived to the restaurant where she was prepared to grovel for being so late, that she realized the reason for today’s shit show. When she sees her brother sitting with you, she sees red, and she’s about to rip him a new one when she sees how upset you look.

Pietro turns to her quickly and he realizes that his sister must know everything just from how angry she is. She would be ticked to find him here bothering you, but the fact that he made sure she was late, and kept her from you just so he could do this made her want to punch him in the face.

“Sestra, I was just--.”

Pietro’s fine with being cut off because he’s not sure what he really would have said that would make his sister less angry. She’s glaring at him and is only seconds away from grabbing him by the ear and tugging him out of the restaurant when you speak up.

“It looks like you were interrogating my girlfriend after making sure that my day would go to shit and I would be late.”

Pietro cringes at the confirmation that Wanda knows what he did, but he doesn’t get a chance to defend himself when he hears you clear your throat. He looks over to see you’re draining the rest of your drink as you stuff another piece of bread into your mouth. You shoot him a smug look that makes him dread what’s coming.

“Pietro was just asking me if I was running a long con. He doesn’t seem to trust my intentions.”

Wanda moves so quickly that Pietro doesn’t have a chance to get away. She grabs him by his shirt and drags him toward the bathroom so she can yell at him in private.

“Excuse us, detka. I’ll be right back.”

Pietro doesn’t put up much of a fight as he’s shoved through the bathroom door. He does grumble in annoyance as he tries to straighten out his shirt after Wanda’s let him go. He watches as she locks the door behind her and takes a step toward him.

“Pietro, I swear to God. If you said anything else to upset her I’m--.”

Pietro’s done just letting his sister yell at him and he shakes his head and crosses his arms in annoyance.

“Why would she get upset about me saying that unless it was true, huh? Did you ever think about that?”

Wanda groans under her breath because her brother really is being an idiot. She doesn’t care if he had good intentions coming here tonight because she knows that it always comes back to the same thing. He just doesn’t trust her to make her own decisions when it comes to relationships. She wishes she could go back in time and never tell him about her really one and only relationship that went so wrong. You’re not like that and Pietro’s going to have to figure that out on his own if he won’t listen to her.

“I can’t speak to why she’s upset, Pietro, but if I had to guess it might have to do with the fact that you ambushed her and immediately criticized her without knowing shit!”

Pietro doesn’t get to say that he knows about you already. He’s talked to Steve, Bucky and Nat about you and they’d all said similar things. They didn’t know much about your intentions but you seemed nice enough. Wanda wouldn’t let them all hang out with you because it was too risky and she didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed. Pietro immediately decided this meant that you and his sister were hiding something, and he wanted to know what it was.

“When are you ever going to trust me again, Piet?”

Pietro’s a little surprised by this question, but he doesn’t dwell on it before he’s shaking his head. He does trust his sister. She has the best judgment of any of them, and she’s taken their empire to new heights because of it. She wasn’t the problem here.

“I do trust you, Wanda, but I don’t trust her. “

Wanda’s glaring at him again and she wants to scream in frustration at how damn stubborn her brother is being right now. She’s starting to see why you get annoyed with her sometimes.

“You don’t know her! Maybe if you tried talking to her like a human being, you’d realize that she’s a great fit for me.”

Pietro can’t help but scoff as he looks to Wanda dubiously.

“Oh yeah, in what way? She’s a freaking student, and you’re a fucking mobster, Wanda!”

They’re yelling so loudly now that Wanda’s sure they’re being overheard, so despite her anger she tries to take it down a bit. She’s starting to be really disappointed in her brother. How could he judge you like this?

“Y/n makes me happy, Piet! She helps me forget that I’m a fucking mobster and she treats me like a normal person. She’s special and I know she really loves me. I thought you’d care about that above all else.”

Pietro doesn’t say anything in response as he tries to come to terms with what Wanda’s saying. He struggles to shake his suspicions, but hearing that you treat her well and truly love her makes it a little easier. He’s only ever wanted his sister to be safe and happy, and even if he couldn’t guarantee one, he’d be damned if he didn’t try for the other one.

He doesn’t get much longer to consider this before Wanda’s sighing in defeat and frustration. She’d already been late to dinner when she got here, but now she was just being rude. She didn’t like to leave things unfinished, but she couldn’t justify leaving you alone anymore. She was definitely going to have to grovel for your forgiveness later.

“You know what, Pietro. Just forget it. I don’t want to talk about this with you anymore.”

Wanda turns to head out the door, but she stops short as she shoots the older Maximoff a warning look.

“Stay away from, Y/n, Piet, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Pietro just watches as his sister leaves to salvage her date with a sigh. He wishes he could just believe what Wanda was saying, but he’d have to figure it out on his own somehow. Maybe not any time soon though because if his sister was serious, which he believed she was, she’d kick his ass if he tried to talk to you again. He decided to just call it quits for tonight and he leaves the bathroom and heads for the front of the restaurant. He’s almost out the door when he turns around to see if he can steal a glance at you two. What he sees surprises almost as much as it embarrasses him.

You’re sitting beside Wanda with your arm wrapped around her waist. His sister’s turned into you with her face hidden in your neck as she shakes slightly. You’re frowning deeply as you rub your other hand up and down her back, and Pietro realizes then that his sister’s crying. He feels a wave of shame wash over him at the fact that he’d upset her this much, and this quickly intensifies when he realizes that he’s caught your eye. You’re looking at him with that same frown, and you’re more disappointed than angry with him as you try to comfort his sister.

Pietro leaves quickly after that and he shakes his head in defeat as he walks to his car. He’s starting to think he’s made a mistake. He truly didn’t know enough about you to distrust you, and seeing how you were comforting his sister just now he decided that he’s going to try to do better. Next time he sees you, he’ll apologize and do his best to salvage whatever relationship he can with you. If you truly mean that much to his sister, he needs to make this up to you. To both of you. He just needs to figure out how.

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skz317cb97 · 2 years

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Chan x Thick female reader

Word count: 9.5k 😬

Synopsis: You can't believe your dumb luck when you see your gorgeous blind date walk in but he seems disinterested in being there during your dinner conversation or lack thereof more like it. You're so ready to leave when the check comes but he offers to drive you home. When Chan finally admits why he was so quiet during the date you have a hard time believing it. Will there be a date number two or were you right about blind dating all along.

A/N: 18+ only! This is the fifth installment of the 'Thick reader series'. I hope you all enjoy this one! I've seen so much feed back on the others about people relating to these mc's and its bitter sweet for me. I'm glad you're all feeling represented and valid but I don't like that it means that we still deal with so much hate and fat phobia in the world. No matter your size you're beautiful and worthy of a beautiful life! If you enjoy this please leave a like, comment, reblog, shoot me an ask what ever! The feedback from this series has been so inspiring! Thank you! As always warnings and smut below the cut.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY strong language/cursing, oral (f&m receiving), a little spitting, protected piv sex (use condoms kids), praise and pet names (beautiful, baby girl of course), coming in mouth/cum eating. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

You had NEVER spent so much time and effort preparing for a date in your life. When your friend Sarah, who had set up the blind date you had agreed to, told you the restaurant you were meeting your date at was the fancy new Italian place, you decided to go all out. If not now; then when? You were perpetually single but it had not been for a lack of trying on your part. You had all but given up on the whole dating thing when Sarah told you about her friend Chan, how he never went out, and how perfect she thought you two would be for each other.

You didn’t like the idea of blind dates. Going in cold, not knowing what the other person was like or looked like. It seemed like a recipe for disaster, especially for you. You had been on those dates, the ones where the guy you met from whatever random dating app you matched on would walk in, take one look, see you were a thicker girl than they realized and then you would have to sit through the disappointed looks and the forced pleasantries during the only date you would be having with them.

You were certain Sarah wouldn’t even be friends with a jerk let alone try and set you up on a date with one, so you agreed but she hadn’t told you much about him other than his name was Chan and that he was a nice guy. Had she told him about you? The idea of him walking in and getting another disappointed look made your stomach turn with anxiety. It was one of the reasons you had stopped dating in the first place and it was also another reason you went all out getting ready. You trusted Sarah and if she thought you would be good together you wanted to make the best first impression you could.

The day before your date you went to the spa and got pampered, a facial, mani, pedi, waxed, the works. The day of, you took a long hot shower to try and relieve a little of the stress you were still feeling. You dried your hair and put it up in a bun, you didn’t bother with the tendrils of hair that wouldn’t go back, just letting them fall around your neck and face. Your makeup wasn’t too over the top but you did highlight and contour. A little blush, black wing liner, some mascara, and a bright red lip and you were done with makeup.

It was time to put on the dress you’d gone out and bought especially for the occasion. Normally you’d grab whatever little black dress you managed to feel comfortable enough in. This time you had found a wine-colored velvet bodycon dress. Definitely WAY out of your comfort zone typically but when you tried it on it fit you perfectly, which didn’t happen often for a big girl in a department store, so you decided you had to have it. You put on your black heels, a spray of your expensive perfume, that you only pulled out for special occasions, and you were out the door and headed to the restaurant you were meeting Chan at.

That’s where you were at now. Seated at a table in probably the most elegant restaurant you had ever stepped foot in, waiting on your date that was now... you looked at the clock by the bar area. Twenty minutes late. You bit at your painted lips nervously and felt like everyone's eyes were on you. Watching the poor chubby girl wait for a date that was most likely, not showing up. They weren’t watching but it didn’t make you feel any less embarrassed. You told yourself you’d give him ten more minutes and if he didn’t show you would just leave. No way were you staying to eat if you got stood up by this guy.

About five minutes later you saw a man walking at a quick pace into the restaurant and up to the hostess. You were positive, no question, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was in all black. A nice tailored pair of slacks that fit him perfectly, a suit vest, a suit jacket, and a little silver chain connecting the two that matched the chain and earrings he was wearing. He had no shirt and the low cut of the vest allowed a healthy view of his chiseled chest underneath. You were positive about another thing, there was no way HE was be the date Sarah had set you up with.

When the hostess pointed over to your table and the man’s eyes followed her finger until they landed on you, your heart stopped. He looked you over and when his face fell your stomach turned. Fantastic. Not only was your worst nightmare happening but it was happening with an Adonis. Perfect. You half expected him to turn around and just leave but he made his way over to the table you were at. The closer he got, the better you could see the finer details of his face. His perfectly arched eyebrows, his soft brown eyes, his strong broad nose and his full pouty lips, his defined jaw. When he gave you a half smile you saw a dimple pop up in his cheek and his perfect white teeth peek. He was so handsome he couldn’t possibly be real.

“y/n? I’m Chan, I uh... I’m so sorry I’m late.” You stood and took his hand to shake. He awkwardly leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. He seemed to be looking anywhere BUT at you.

“Yes, hi Chan it’s nice to meet you. Sarah has told me such nice things about you.” He let out a little nervous laugh.

“Oh, has she?” No, she really hadn’t but you gave a small nod and sat back down as Chan sat in the chair across from you.

“She really didn’t tell me much about you.” Chan admitted. You cringed. Great. You shrugged and gave him a weak smile.

“Oh, probably because there isn’t really much to tell.” He nodded quietly and opened the menu. When the waiter came over for your drink orders Chan quickly ordered.

“Whiskey on ice. A double please.” You stopped yourself from chewing at your lips again as the waiter turned to you for your order.

“Oh, just a glass of red wine for me and a water please.” The waiter bowed and left to fill your drink orders leaving you and Chan in awkward silence again. When you looked up from your menu Chan actually made eye contact with you for a split second before looking back at his own menu again. He didn’t seem to want to talk, didn’t want to look at you, what were you even doing there. It was going even worse than you thought it would and you could practically feel the disappointment oozing from him. When the waiter came back with your drinks Chan grabbed his and drank most of it quickly. God, he has to be drunk to even sit here, you thought to yourself. This was a mistake. You felt a lump forming in your throat and you cleared it, unintentionally getting Chan’s attention.

“I uh... will you excuse me for a moment.” Chan’s eyes were on his menu again already and he nodded in reply. You pressed your lips together tightly and excused yourself to the bathroom. As soon as you were alone in a stall you couldn’t help but let a few tears go. You were so embarrassed. This is exactly what you worried about, exactly why you had stopped dating. Even putting in all the effort you had to look nice, he was clearly disappointed and you wondered how the hell Sarah thought this was a good idea. You sniffled a bit, wiped the couple of tears you had allowed to fall, pulled out your phone and called her. She answered quickly, excited for an update.

“Hey girl! How’s the date? He’s cute yea?” You took a shaky breath trying to compose yourself so you didn’t start bawling the minute you spoke and she could tell you were upset.

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong?!” She asked concerned.

“It’s terrible Sarah! Why on earth did you think HE would be interested in ME?! He was almost thirty minutes late and he looks so disappointed and barely talks and won’t look at me. It's awful Sarah, I knew this would happen. We haven’t ordered food yet; I think I’m just gonna leave. I’m not forcing him to stay on a date he clearly doesn’t want to be on. I can’t sit through another date like that.” Sarah quickly tried to talk you out of that idea.

“No no, don’t do that. He’s just shy, give him a bit to warm up to you. I swear if you just give him a chance you’ll see.” You let out a sigh.

“Fine.” You hung up with Sarah, left the stall, and went back to the table. When you sat down Chan gave you a strange look.

“Everything okay?” You kept your head down but nodded and picked up your menu again. Shortly after coming back to the table the waiter came over for your food orders. Chan ordered some pasta dish with vodka? You weren’t sure, spaghetti and alfredo were the expanse of your knowledge when it came to pasta dishes. Then the waiter turned to you for your order.

“Uh, I’ll have the salad with balsamic vinaigrette.” You closed your menu and Chan gave you a funny look.

“That’s all?” You nodded again, making no effort to make eye contact anymore and handed your menu to the waiter.

“Yes sorry, I don’t have much of an appetite.” That was a lie. You hadn’t eaten all day letting your nerves get the best of you. You were starving but eating a big meal in front of someone that seemed put out by you didn’t sound that appealing. You sat in relative silence as you both waited on your food and Chan ordered another whiskey. You picked at the napkin by your plate and did your best to not look dejected but it was difficult and the tightness in your chest getting was getting worse as every awkward minute passed. You were thankful when the food showed up because at least then you’d have a reason to not be speaking to each other.

Chan dug into his pasta dish, which did look good. He seemed to have a healthy appetite. You took a few bites of your salad and pushed the rest around your plate as you finished your third glass of wine. As Chan finished up his meal you asked to be excused again. He finished the bite he had in his mouth quickly.

“Of course.” You got up and made your way to the bathroom to gather yourself a bit and freshen up your lipstick. As soon as you were in the bathroom you called Sarah again.

“Hey! So?” You sighed heavily.

“Just... when I’m making you sit on the phone with me later while I cry about this just deal with it okay?” Sarah felt bad that it wasn’t going well. She had really thought the two of you would hit it off.

“Later, you can cry on the phone with me as much as you need. I’m sorry. I love you sweetie.” You took another deep breath.

“Don’t apologize, I love you too. I’ve gotta get back.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Before you left you looked in the mirror to do your lipstick and you noticed the slight trail of mascara under your eyes from crying earlier. Oh great! No wonder he asked if you were okay. You fought off the urge to cry again, wiped the mascara off from under your eyes, and fixed your lipstick before heading back to the table to get the rest of this over with. Chan was putting his phone away as you came back to sit down.

“I ordered you another glass of wine.” You nodded and gave Chan a weak smile.

“Thank you.” Whatever helped get you through the rest of this absolute train wreck.

“The waiter asked about dessert, I wasn’t sure... I mean you didn’t eat much of your dinner,” Chan pointed at your plate.

“So, I wasn’t sure if you wanted sweets.” You shook your head no.

“No, it’s fine, when he comes back we can just pay the check. I’m sure you’re ready to go.” Chan frowned. You had been upset the whole date.

“Okay, while you finish your wine, I’ll pay the tab.” You declined the offer.

“No. I hardly ate my food.” And drank half a bottle of wine, you had thought to yourself.

“You don’t have to pay for me, I can get my own.” Chan raised his hand shaking his head.

“No. Let me please. It’s the least I can do for being late.” You went ahead and accepted not wanting to drag out an awkward argument about the bill any further. Your wine came and Chan gave the waiter his card to pay the bill. You sat there sipping your drink and realized Chan seemed to be watching you closely now. You glanced up and when you made eye contact you straightened up a bit and he smiled at you. You forced a smile back but it was obvious that it was not genuine and Chan felt awful.

Chan NEVER dated. Ever and all his friends knew that. So, when Sarah told him she knew someone that would be perfect for him he agreed to a blind date, trusting her. He was on edge as soon as he found out you had agreed to the date as well. He couldn’t sleep the night before and he thought he might puke day of he was so nervous. When he went to get dressed it was a disaster, even with his friend Felix’s help.

“Black black black why the fuck is everything I own black. FUCK. I’m gonna look like an undertaker no matter what I wear.” Felix laughed at Chan.

“It’s your closet man don’t ask me. Besides that, you look good in black.” After Chan rifled through the closet frustrated a bit longer Felix walked over and pushed Chan out of the way.

“Okay maniac, where are you going for dinner again?” Chan huffed out a breath.

“That fancy new Italian place. Sarah picked it.” Felix nodded and shifted through the sea of black clothing hanging in front of him pulling out a black pair of slacks, a black vest, a black suit jacket and pushed them towards Chan.

“Here. This.” Chan looked at the clothes and then at Felix.

“What about a shirt.” Felix quirked and eye brow and shook his head.

“Trust me, no shirt, just that. No way you’ll look like an undertaker in that.” Chan was about to argue but then he noticed the clock.

“FUCK! I’m supposed to be there now!” He pushed Felix out of his room, quickly got dressed and raced to the restaurant. When Chan was walking up, he had glanced through the window trying to see if he could spot his date. At one of the tables, he saw a woman in a red dress, her hair up in an elegant looking bun and delicate whisps of hair around her face and neck. Chan’s jaw dropped. He shook his head and got himself together, he wouldn’t be that lucky, your husband must be in the bathroom. He got it together and headed in, he didn’t want to keep his date waiting any longer. He hurried in and straight up to the hostess station.

“I’m so sorry, I’m meeting someone and I’m running a bit late. The reservation is for Chan and y/n?” The hostess nodded, smiling.

“Yes, sir the rest of your party is already seated, just over there.” The hostess pointed in the direction of the table where the woman in the red dress was and Chan’s face fell. You were even more stunning than he’d realized. You were clearly, naturally, very beautiful and all dressed up like that, Chan was speechless. He gave you a little smile as he walked over.

He had gotten as far as introducing himself and apologizing and then he was trying to be smooth and kiss your cheek but got nervous half way in and only gave you a quick peck. Even then he couldn’t get himself to look you in the eyes again after. When you said Sarah had said nice things about him, he felt a little cheated.

“She didn’t tell me much about you.” He admitted. Sarah hadn’t really told him anything about you other than a name, you were sweet and that you would hit it off.

“Oh, probably because there isn’t really much to tell.” He picked up the menu thinking about what to say to strike up a conversation, drawing a total blank and just nodding. It was like his brain went into fight or flight and one hundred percent chose flight. The waiter came over for your drink orders and Chan nervously blurted his order out quickly, then immediately realized he probably should have let you order first, like a gentleman. He was internally kicking himself.

As soon as his drink touched the table Chan grabbed it and almost downed it all in one go. He noticed you glancing at him and that was the only reason he hadn’t. He didn’t want you to think he was a drunk. He rarely drank actually, but he needed something to take the edge off and maybe loosen him up a bit too. You were so pretty he was having a hard time making his brain work. He was always bad at talking to pretty girls. You took a sip of your wine and then excused yourself to the bathroom.

Chan was waiting patiently for you to come back from the bathroom and he was determined to loosen up a bit and stop acting so weird. You’re just an incredibly attractive woman, he can talk to you, he can. Then his phone vibrated in his pocket. When he took it out, he saw he had a text from Sarah and he opened it.

Sarah: What the fuck are you doing?

Chan: What do you mean?

Chan: Nothing! I swear! What’s wrong?

The three little dots popped up as Sarah typed out her response but you were coming back to the table before Chan could get a reply. He put his phone back in his pocket. When you sat down, he noticed your mascara had run a bit, it looked like maybe you had been crying.

“Everything okay?” You had nodded your head yes but Chan knew it wasn’t. He was being too quiet, he knew he was, but every time he thought he’d worked up the courage to start a conversation or ask a question he’d look up at you and lose his confidence just as fast. The waiter came over and took your meal orders. Chan got penne alla vodka because it was the only thing he actually knew on the menu and only because of a cooking show and you ordered a salad.

“Is that all?” Chan was surprised. He’d been so nervous all day he hadn’t eaten a thing so he was starving now. He had thought maybe you would have been as well but you apologized saying you weren’t very hungry. Chan nodded and motioned for the waiter to order another whiskey. He could tell you were not happy with how the date was going. That was obvious. Sarah had probably promised some interesting outgoing guy, the guy Sarah knew and saw, and here he was too shy to talk to a beautiful girl. He had managed to say maybe twenty words the whole time you had waited for your meals. Mostly answers to your basic questions, trying to pull conversation from him.

When the food showed up you both seemed thankful for the distraction. Chan was starving, he couldn’t wait another second and started eating. He tried not to scarf it down like a stray dog. Which was hard because it was really good. You seemed to not be very interested in your meal and Chan wondered if you just didn’t like eating around people you don’t know. Some people were like that. Chan was getting to the end of his plate, there was definitely enough that it should have been two bites but it was just so good. Chan scooped it up and ate it all in one.

“I’m just gonna freshen up, if you’ll excuse me.” The first words uttered since the food arrived and Chan’s mouth was full. He felt like an idiot. He chewed his bite quickly.

“Of course.” You left for the bathroom and Chan wiped his mouth rolling his eyes at himself. The waiter came over and asked about dessert for the two of you. Chan wasn’t sure. You might be more interested in something sweet. He decided to wait and ask you but ordered you both another drink. When the waiter walked away Chan’s phone buzzed and he had remembered that Sarah had been texting him. He grabbed it and opened their texts. He saw the one she sent from before first.

Sarah: TALK to her! She thinks you’re not interested. I saw how she looked tonight, Chan. You’d be stupid not to be interested. TALK!

When he saw the next texts that had just come through from Sarah, he felt awful.

Sarah: Chan, I can’t believe you! She’s so upset! Why don’t you like her? You haven’t even given her a chance and really talked to her!

Sarah: If she actually cries on the phone with me tonight because of you, I’m punching you.

Oh no! You weren’t upset because Chan was an awkward dork you were upset because you thought he didn’t like you! How could he not? He didn’t have a chance to message Sarah back before you were coming back to the table again. When you sat down Chan tried to be more outgoing immediately.

“I ordered you another glass of wine.” Chan noticed you had cleaned up the mascara from earlier.

“Thank you.” He was determined to not let this whole date go down in flames because he was too shy to talk to a beautiful woman.

“The waiter asked about dessert, I wasn’t sure... I mean you didn’t eat much of your dinner,” Chan pointed at your plate.

“So, I wasn’t sure if you wanted sweets.” You shook your head no.

“No, it’s fine, when he comes back, we can just get the check. I’m sure you’re ready to go.” Chan hated the fact that he made you feel that he was put out or disinterested.

“Okay, while you finish your wine, I’ll pay the tab.” You immediately said no.

“No. I hardly ate my food. You don’t have to pay for me, I can get my own.” Chan wasn’t going to take no for an answer on this.

“No. Let me please. It’s the least I can do for being late.” Chan was glad when you agreed without further argument. The waiter came over with your drinks. Chan handed him his card and told him he just needed the bill. As the waiter walked away you picked up your glass of wine and sipped at it and Chan finally allowed himself to look at you, not just glance, but really look. God you were gorgeous, it unnerved him but he had to get over that. You noticed him looking and looked up at him. Chan smiled but the smile you gave him back was so forced it made him feel awful. The waiter came back with Chan’s card and you started to get up to leave while Chan was still signing the receipt.

“Thank you for dinner Chan, it was nice meeting you.” You bowed as Chan finished signing quickly and stood up.

“Oh, it was really nothing at all. Did you drive?” You shook your head.

“No uber.” Chan squeezed the back of his neck trying to release the tension he felt.

“Well, uh... I could take you home.” He’s a nice guy. You were sure he was only offering to be polite, so you would be polite and not make him.

“It's fine I can just uber, you can go. I won’t have to wait long.” Chan shook his head.

“Let me make sure you get home safely. To make up for being late.” You didn’t know why he was so adamant about it. Wasn’t the dinner awkward enough? You needed to have an awkward car ride too?

“That’s why you paid for dinner.” You reminded him. Oh that was right. That was why you had let him pay for dinner.

“Well then just for my peace of mind. Please?” He gave you this look and even as uncomfortable as the dinner had been, he was trying to be nice and it was a face you couldn’t say no to.

“Okay Chan. You can take me home.” He put his hand behind you but not on you and offered for you to lead the way. Once you were outside he pointed to a black Fiat compact. You looked at the car and then him. You wouldn’t have guessed a man that looked like such a playboy, was driving that car like that.

“What?” He asked smiling. You shook your head.

“Nothing just... I expected you to drive a Mercedes or Maserati or something.” Chan scrunched his nose.

“Nah never. I don’t need all that. Wade here is plenty of car for me.” He tapped the top of the car. It was your turn to make a funny face.

“Wade?” Chan nodded with a little smile on his face.

“Yea! A car has gotta have a name!” He opened your door and helped you into the vehicle then hurried around and got in the driver's seat. He closed his door and it was a bit intoxicating being in such a confined space with him. You could smell his cologne and you were close enough you could make out a few little freckles on his face. You didn’t realize but you had started staring. You couldn’t help it. He was so handsome. It was easy to get lost in the details of his facial features. Chan looked over at you and gave you a little smile. He seemed to have loosened up a little and had said more than he had the whole night, walking to the car.

“So! Where are we going?” He asked as he started the car. You gave him your address and he typed it into his navigation before taking off. Silence filled the car but it wasn’t as awkward of a silence as before. Maybe because there was music softly playing or maybe because he had opened up a bit. Whatever the reason it didn’t seem as tense to you. Chan on the other hand was doing a marvelous job at pretending to not be freaking out. He had managed to talk to you and not come off like a complete idiot. It only took as long as pulling out of the parking lot though, when Chan could smell your perfume, it started to invade his senses. Part of his brain was ready to go flight on him again but by the time he pulled up to your place he’d gotten control of his faculties. He parked the car and sat for a minute trying to figure out where to start with his apology for his odd behavior at dinner. Just as he was about to, you spoke.

“Well, thank you for the ride home Chan and again for dinner. Have a good night.” You started to open your car door and Chan was quickly losing his chance.

“I’m sorry!” He just blurted it out, shouted it really. You jumped a little and your hand fell away from the door. You turned to him with a confused look on your face.

“For what?” He was a nice guy, you figured it was a ‘sorry you’re just not my type’ kind of apology.

“I’m sorry for being so quiet during dinner. I... I don’t date. EVER. I was worried.... I mean, well, I can be kind of a dork.” You scoffed and looked at him incredulously.

“A dork? Do you see yourself?! Who on earth... you’re a walking Korean Ken doll okay? You could be the biggest nerd on the planet and I don’t think it would bother anyone. Certainly not me.” Chan looked down at himself. He was in such a hurry when he left since he was late, he really hadn’t taken a good look at the outfit he had put on. He was usually in gym clothes or sweats and hoodies, baggy clothes that didn’t show his body at all. He hadn’t even thought about what he looked like in the outfit Felix had picked him, he had just hoped he looked nice. Apparently, Felix had chosen well by your words. Chan laughed a little nodding.

“Fair enough but never the less I hurt your feelings so I should apologize.” You shook your head and furrowed your brow.

“You didn’t-” Chan raised one of his perfect eyebrows at you.

“Sarah texted me when you were in the bathroom.” Oh you were going to kill her.

“Oh.” You looked down and picked at your finger nails.

“Even if she hadn’t though, I... noticed a little mascara under your eyes when you came back from the bathroom.” You buried your head in your hands hiding your face as it turned red in embarrassment.

“If I made you cry y/n I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m just... I’m really shy and it’s worse around pretty women.” You rolled your eyes and huffed a hard breath out.

“Right. Okay your apology is accepted but you don’t have to pander to me.” Chan didn’t know what you meant.

“Wha... pander?” You pressed your fingers into your eyes.

“Yes. You can say you’re not attracted to me. It was just one blind date together. I’ll survive.” Chan thought he was doing a good job at expressing how sorry he was for giving you the wrong impression. Clearly, he wasn’t doing as good of a job as he’d thought.

“I... I’m not pandering.” His tone changed, his voice was quieter, his eyes were cast down at his steering wheel and he wrung his hands.

“I’ve been nervous since Sarah said she had a friend she wanted me to meet. She knows I don’t go out so if she was suggesting I meet a friend of hers, I knew it was probably going to be someone worthwhile. I trust Sarah. I am attracted to you y/n. Very much so and if you’ll give me a second chance, I’d like to actually talk some, get to know you, and maybe... go out again?” He wanted to see you again, after that disaster of a date?!

“You want to go out again?” You asked shocked and he nodded looking at you hopeful.

“Can I be frank with you?” Chan asked and you shook your head.

“I saw you through the window as I was walking up and I thought, God whoever she’s there with is a lucky bastard. I was positive I was not that lucky bastard. Then I walked in and the hostess pointed right over at your table and I realized holy shit! I am! You’re so beautiful y/n and I have no doubt if your friends with Sarah you’re a good person. Sarah doesn’t have the patience to deal with assholes. Well except me.” You put your hand on Chan’s, he looked over at you again and you shook your head at him.

“You’re not an asshole.” Chan smiled at you and his dimples popped out making you smile back.

“Look, I know it wasn’t the original date but I have a little roof top garden and a bottle of wine. If you want to come up, we can sit and talk for a little while? Get to know each other?” Chan’s smile grew times ten, scrunching his eyes up into little crescents.

“Absolutely! I’d love to!” You both got out of the car and you lead Chan to your building. When you walked into your condo you kicked off your heels and let your hair down. Chan couldn’t help but watch your every move, just being in your space, you already seemed more relaxed. When you looked over and noticed him staring at you butterflies erupted in your stomach. When Chan saw you look he started scanning the room like he had been looking at the décor of your apartment and you smiled to yourself a bit.

“Would you mind grabbing the wine from the fridge while I get the glasses?” Chan’s attention was drawn back to you by your question and he nodded.

“Oh sure!” Chan followed you into your kitchen and grabbed the wine like you asked, when he turned back around he saw you reaching on your tip toes for the glasses that were just out of your reach. Your dress riding up a bit exposing more of your thighs and he was distracted for a split second before he came up behind you and reached up easily with his long arms. Chan grabbed two of them between his fingers by the stem. He was so close to you so he could reach them; his chest pressed up against you. You could feel his warmth of his exposed chest against your back and smell his cologne again.

“Here, I’ve got these too. You lead the way.” You were blushing when he stepped back and smiled at him. You led him through your living room grabbing the throw blanket off the back of your couch on the way out.

“Just in case, sometimes it can get a little breezy up there.” You slid on your house shoes, opened the window to your fire escape, and lead Chan up to the section of the roof you were permitted your garden. He stepped through a latticed arch way and it was like he was in a mini paradise in the middle the city. Chan couldn’t believe it.

“You... you did all this?!” You nodded shyly.

“I don’t really do much to it these days honestly, it kind of takes care of its self for the most part now.” Chan’s eyes were overwhelmed by the colors of the flowers the way they weaved together creating a private oasis. In the middle was a wide flat swing with an overstuffed cushion. You walked over to it and tossed the blanket on before crawling on yourself.

“Give me those and you get on.” Chan handed you the bottle and then the glasses and kicked off his shoes as he climbed on to the unusual swing. When he got settled, he looked at you and smiled the biggest toothy smile. It made you melt inside. He grabbed the bottle of wine and started to open it, pouring you both a glass.

“What even is this thing?” Chan laughed.

“It’s just a swing. I come up here to read and stargaze, think, I like doing those things laying down so...” You motioned to the swing and Chan nodded in understanding.

“I love it.” He exclaimed. You blushed as Chan put the cork back in the bottle and leaned over to set it on the ground. You handed him one of the glasses and then the conversation just seemed to flow out of the two of you. Careers, hobbies, siblings, what you envisioned with your futures, you talked about everything. As the two of you talked you both got more comfortable, more relaxed, sitting closer together. Then Chan’s hand sneakily found yours and he gently played with your fingers as you both continued on and on, music, movies, books. You started getting cold and Chan put the blanket you brought around your bare shoulders, then mustered up all his courage and put his arm around you too, warming you. Your cheeks flushed and you smiled leaning into his body more and you both continued to talk.

Eventually Chan’s legs were stretched out and he was leaning back on his hands looking up at the stars. You were curled up with the blanket your head resting on one of his thighs looking up at the night sky too. Somehow you both were still asking questions, laughing, learning about each other’s likes and dislikes. It had been the most tense, awkward date in the beginning and now all you could think about was how you had probably never been so comfortable around a date, ever. You noticed your phone light up and grabbed it pressing the button, lighting up the screen.

“Oh wow! It’s midnig- Oh shit. Do you have missed texts and calls from Sarah?” Chan grabbed his phone and looked.

“Yeap. We’re in big trouble I’m guessing.” You nodded and pressed the call button by her name. It rang once, maybe, and she answered.

“What the hell!? I’ve been worried sick!” You felt bad that you had forgotten to text her and let her know you were okay.

“I’m sorry! Chan brought me home and we’re up in the garden having some wine and we lost track of time. I’m so sorry I made you worry Sarah.” She was instantly calmer knowing you were okay and even happier that it sounded like you and Chan had finally clicked.

“Wait, he’s still there?” She asked with a hint of suggestion in her voice.

“Yeeeaaasss....” That was all you said with Chan sitting right there.

“Mhmm. Be safe, have fun.” You rolled your eyes and hung up on your friend. Chan smiled at you and it was as if stars had fallen from the sky and into his eyes.

“Why do you look at me like that?” Chan’s smile transformed into a smirk.

“Like what?” You shrugged unsure of how to word it.

“Like... I’m so... interesting to you.” Chan scooted in closer to you again and twirled a bit of your hair between two fingers.

“You are interesting y/n...” You nudged him shaking your head, not accepting the non-answer.

“I look at you like that y/n. Because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I saw exactly why Sarah thought I would like you as soon as I laid eyes on you and now getting to really talk to you, getting to know you, I knew I was right to trust her. You’re talented and intelligent, kind hearted and I just really feel like I grazed over that beautiful part at first.” Your face got warm. You couldn’t help but smile and you were about to look away when Chan cupped your face, leaned in, and kissed you gently. You were surprised at first. Even with the hand holding and cuddling, you hadn’t really expected him to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm, you leaned into them. He pulled back quickly keeping it respectful.

“I’m sorry I... I just had to do that once tonight.” You smiled and pushed a piece of Chan’s hair that had fallen forward back before running your fingers softly down the side of his face and holding his strong jaw in your palm looking into his beautiful deep brown eyes.

“Only once?” The dimple popping smile appeared on his face before he leaned in and kissed you again. This time both of your lips parted and slotted together. He tasted like the wine you both had drank. The tip of his tongue teased your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss as your fingers carded through his hair and you held on. The two of you carried on for a bit. Lips and tongues battling for dominance, hands roaming over clothes until Chan pulled away.

“I’m sorry. I am, I’m trying to be respectful. I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to pressure you but if we keep at this I... I might just lose my mind.” You sat up on your knees moving closer to Chan letting the blanket fall off your shoulders. You ran your hands across his broad shoulders, sliding your fingers up his neck and into his hair at the nape of his neck, you leaned in kissing him again. Chan closed his eyes and kissed you back. You started to lay back, pulling Chan on top of you. When he realized what you were doing, he stopped again.

“y/n... we don’t... I didn’t say that so you would-” You pulled him down into another kiss silencing him before stopping and looking him in the eyes.

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I don’t normally act like this but you are not pressuring me Chan. Anything we do tonight is because we both want to. Okay?” Chan shook his head before leaning down and tentatively kissing you again. It didn’t take long for your make out session to get heated again. Chan’s lips traveled down your jaw and neck leaving a warm wet trail of kisses against your skin. Chan’s lips met yours again in a fiery kiss and when his hips involuntarily pressed into yours you moaned into the kiss.

“God you are so beautiful... you sound so sexy... can’t believe... can’t believe I’m touching you, kissing you...” Chan said between kissing you. Your hands went under Chan’s blazer and pushed it off.

“More... fuck... please... more Chan.” Chan pulled at the top of your dress, pulling it down and freeing your full breasts, pleasantly surprised to find you braless. He stopped and looked at you before touching you, wanting to be sure you were okay with every step of what was happening. You gave Chan a little nod and his big hands cupped your bare breasts as he attacked your neck and chest with his lips and teeth. Your fingers found purchase in his hair again and tugged a bit when his pouty lips wrapped around one of your nipples and sucked on it. When it was perked and hard Chan let go and ran his flattened tongue over it.

“Chan that feels really good. God!” He hummed around your other nipple as he sucked on it, then let go and teased it with the tip of his tongue.

“You taste so good baby girl.” Your core throbbed at the sudden use of the pet name. He looked at you and raised that perfect eye brow at you again.

“Could... could I taste... more?” Your legs instinctively wanted to press together at the idea of Chan’s head between your thighs. Your face and chest started turning red.

“You mean...” Chan was not about to mince words anymore after the first half of the date.

“I wanna go down on you. Will you let me eat you out? You don’t have to do anything to me, I just...”

“Yes.” Chan stopped rambling immediately.

“Yea?” You bit your bottom lip and nodded, smiling at him. Chan crawled down, his hands running down your body over your dress. When he got to the hem at the bottom, he gathered it under his thumbs and slowly started pushing the skirt up, exposing your white lacy panties. A wet patch already visible making them a little see-through allowing Chan a glimpse of your slit. You had never been so happy you had waxed as his fingers traced up your panties before hooking into them and sliding them down and off. You pressed your legs together and your hands came down covering yourself. Chan ran his hands gently up and down your soft thighs giving them a little squeeze.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you really are y/n?” You shook your head no biting your lips nervously. Chan grabbed your hands moving them away and spreading your legs so he could see how wet you were for him and then smirked.

“Let me show you.” His lips made contact with your throbbing sex and it made your hips jerk. One of Chan’s hands splayed out on your soft tummy holding your down as his other reached and teased one of your nipples.

“God! Chan! Oh my god that feels...” before you could tell him how well he was doing his lips puckered around your clit and he hummed in delight at the sounds you made when he started sucking on it. Between him sucking on your clit and the vibrations from him humming, you couldn’t help but try and grind up against his face, even as he firmly held you down. His free hand traveled back down your plush skin before spreading your lips. Chan stuck his tongue out and started going back and forth between a quick flicking motion with the tip and flat wet stripes before gently sucking your clit again. You gripped the cushion of the swing tightly as you felt the string inside you tighten.

“I’m... I’m gonna... Chan... please. Don’t, don’t stop.” Your words were a breathy whisper as you begged him to push you over the precipice. He grunted with no intention on stopping, in fact your pleas made him eager to get you to your climax that much faster. The way he started going at your pussy was messy but with precision and with a flick of his tongue your world exploded.

“Ooooooh my... fuck. Chan... fuck. I’m coming!” He slowed down and continued kissing and licking you as you twitched and shuddered through the remnants of your orgasm. When you relaxed and let out a deep breath Chan climbed back up next to you and smiled looking down at you flustered and blushing from coming. His fingers traced across your breasts gently, teasing your nipples.

“That was so sexy baby girl. I love the way you sound when you moan my name.” He kissed your neck by your ear and it tickled, making you turn your head and look at him. He pushed a few stray hairs out of your face and you leaned up and kissed him. You sat up, gently pushing Chan to lay back and he pulled away from the kiss as you started to get between his legs.

“You don’t have to...” You made him lay back and straddled his thighs as you started undoing the buttons of his vest, pushing it open but not off and running your hands down Chan’s firm chest and abs stopping at the waist of his pants.

“Chan? Do you want a blow job?” Your fingers toyed with his belt a little. He swallowed hard and his ears turned bright red as he shook his head.

“Yes. Please.” You unbuckled his belt, undid the button of his pants, slid his zipper down and Chan’s heart was already ready to beat out of his chest. You grabbed on to the waist of his pants and underwear and Chan lifted his hips up so you could pull them down. His cock sprung free from his briefs and was already so hard from just the thought of your mouth on it. You tossed Chan’s pants and underwear aside a little and kneeled next to him. He sat up a little, his fingers weaved through your hair and pulled you into another kiss. As he was distracted by kissing you your fingers gently wrapped around his shaft. Chan broke the kiss as his head fell back between his shoulders.

“So soft. Your hands are so soft.” You squeezed him gently and started to stroke him a bit. He was the perfect size, fit nicely in your hand and above average length. You really wanted to know what he tasted like. You leaned over his cock and let a little spit drip from your mouth onto the head and spread it down his length. Chan groaned and laid the rest of the way back as you took him into your warm mouth.

“Mmyes your mouth feels so fucking good.” He looked down at you and gathered all of your hair up, holding it away from your face so he could see his cock disappearing into your mouth again and again. Your head bobbed and Chan helped set the rhythm as you struggled to take him deeper.

“Stick your tongue out baby, you’ll be able to take more. Fuck! You’re sucking me so well beautiful.” You did as Chan said and stuck your tongue out allowing a little extra room in the back of your throat for his cock. You gagged a little and pulled off. He kept your hair pulled back out of your face as you looked up at him and stroked him. He grabbed your hand stopping you before he came. Chan sat up and pulled you into another passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth immediately. He held your face and pushed his plump lips against yours softly again and again.

“I... I want you y/n. If you don’t want to, if this is as far as you want to go tonight, that’s fine but... just... FUCK I really want you baby girl.” He grabbed your hand and weaved his fingers through yours looking at the intertwined limbs as he confessed how badly he wanted you. You pushed his hair back out of his face again. It was messy from you running your fingers through it before and his edges were starting to curl a bit from the light sweat on his forehead and temples. You ran your hand down the side of his face and he closed his eyes.

“Do you have a condom?” It was a whisper but Chan heard it clearly. His eyes shot back open and he looked at you to make sure he actually heard what he was sure he had. You sat there on your knees your dress bunched around your midsection, biting your lip giving Chan the sweetest doe eyes. He took in every inch of you, every soft curve, every plush bit of flesh exposed to his eyes was drank in. He shook his head and you quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Not that I thought... well I just... I was a boy scout. Always prepared you know?” You laughed a little.

“It’s okay, grab it?” Chan relaxed again and leaned over, grabbing his slacks and pulling 3 foil wrappers out of his pocket and tearing one off, tossing the others to the side. You laid back and spread your legs looking at Chan and he was certain he’d died and gone to heaven.

“I want you Chan. Please.” He wasn’t going to make you beg, no. He ripped the condom open and rolled it down his length before grabbing your soft hips and pulling you closer so that he was nestled in between your thick thighs. You looked down and watched as Chan grabbed his cock and rubbed the head through your folds, collecting your arousal before slowly pushing the tip inside you. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as you watched him slowly bury himself into you until his hips were flush against yours.

“Fuck! So tight, fuck! I need a second.” You nodded and ran your hands up and down Chan’s abs trying to help him relax a little. He closed his eyes and slowly started thrusting into you and it felt divine. His length and curve made it so he easily hit your g spot. Chan’s rhythm picked up and he grabbed a hold of your dress using it for leverage as he fucked you harder. Your breasts bouncing with each thrust of his hips into yours.

“Feel so good Chan fuck! Harder, please!” Chan grabbed one of your breasts with his free hand, still gripping your dress around your midsection tightly, pulling you back on to his cock in tandem with every push of his hips. It felt so good but you knew you wouldn’t be able to cum like that.

“Chan, need... fuck!” Chan slowed down rolling his hips as he continued to fuck you.

“Need what baby girl what do you need?” You pulled him down to kiss you and welcomed his tongue tasting you again. His hips pushed into you deeper and deeper making it difficult to form the words.

“Top... on top.” Chan smiled down at you, half fucked out underneath him.

“You wanna ride my cock beautiful?” You nodded.

“Fuck! Yes please!” Chan pulled out of you and laid back on the swing patting his hips.

“Come on and ride it then baby girl.” You sat up and straddled Chan’s waist reaching back, aligning his cock with your entrance and sinking down almost taking him fully. His hands gripped your plump ass and eased you down on him the rest of the way.

“Oh my god Chan! Yes! Fuck!” Chan squeezed your ass and started grinding you back and forth on his dick.

“Such a good girl, fuck! Riding me so well beautiful. Does it feel good?” You braced yourself, putting your palms flat against Chan’s abs as your started riding him on your own. His hands now resting on your full hips as he watched his cock disappear between your thick ass thighs. His cock hit your g spot perfectly and the added pressure to your clit from grinding against his pubic bone had your pussy dripping. It was wet and messy and hot.

“So fucking full Chan, you fill me up so good!” Chan gripped your dress that was still bunched up around you, lifted you, lifted his hips and started fucking you hard from below.

“Cum for me baby girl. Let me hear you moan my name with that pretty voice again. Cum for me beautiful.” The next snap of Chan’s hips up into you sent you reeling into the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. Chan lowered his hips and you and helped your grind against him riding out your climax for as long as possible. Chan couldn’t take his eyes off you, flushed, chewing your bottom lip, full of his cock and softy, slowly rotating your hips in circles as you came down. His finger-tips rubbing you gently up and down your sides as your body buzzed.

Chan cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb across your bottom lip before gently pushing it in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked, swirling your tongue, giving it a similar treatment to what his cock had gotten earlier and you could feel him twitch inside you. You were locked on Chan’s dark lust hazed eyes as he chewed his lip and watched you suck on his thumb. He gently pushed down on your tongue making your mouth open a little so he could see the pink muscle inside.

“Can I cum right here baby girl?” He let the pressure off your tongue and you wrapped your lips around the digit again, gently taking it between your teeth as you nodded your head. Chan pulled his thumb out of your mouth and held your waist as he sat up and laid you back down. Chan pulled his cock out and pulled the condom off before crawling up by your head and getting on his knees.

“Open up for me beautiful let me see your tongue.” You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out flat as Chan spit in his hand and started stroking the head of his cock fast. When he was close he started working his shaft, pushing his tip down towards your tongue, ready to cum in your mouth. Without warning you wrapped your pretty lips around the head of his cock and sucked as you rubbed your tongue firmly against the sensitive spot at the base of his tip and hummed.

“FUCK I’m gonna cum!” You sealed your lips around the head of Chan’s cock firmly as warm thick cum filled your mouth. He twitched and jerked as you sucked every drop he had to offer. When he pulled his cock out he saw his load of cum in your mouth for just a second before you swallowed it and laid there utterly fucked out of your mind. Chan ran his hand through your hair, leaned down and kissed you before laying down next to you and pulling you in close to his chest. You leaned over for a moment and he wasn’t sure what you were doing until you pulled the blanket you had brought up over the two of you and nuzzled back into Chan’s embrace. You both laid there looking at the stars, holding each other in the most comfortable silence of the entire night before Chan broke the silence.

“So what are my chances at a second date?” You looked up at him, shook your head and laughed.

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Summery : when a grave mistake is made, what else can you do other than wishing upon stars?

Characters : Dormleaders

Content warnings : spoilers(chapter1,6), angst, self-criticism, depression

a/n : I must admit this isn't what I expected but I hope you can enjoy it. If there is anything I missed(trigger wanring, etc)please notify me <3

𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

Riddle always looks forward. What happened in the past is in the past, it can't be changed.

Yet he keeps on looking back to the time you vanished. How and why exactly did you disappear? What would have happened if he didn't leave your side? If he stuck by your side till the very end? Would you be here right now ? In his arms?

He lays in bed, thinking about what he could've done.

Everything reminds him of you. And it's not nice. They are not nice thoughts. Where are you? Are you safe? You might be scared, you don't know anywhere in this world !-

Whenever he lays on his bed, he can feel it. It's so wrong for you to not be there, forbidden even.

He feels lonely. You were his home, why did you disappear? Did you feel like this when you first got here? Did you feel this ache everyday? How did you handle it?

He stays awake in his bed late at night, regreting every single decision until his heart begins to ache and tears start to soak his pillow.

Did this happen because he didn't follow the rules? Maybe his mother was right after all, maybe he should've just followed the rules he should've-

One night when he can't sleep, even after crying, he looks at the stars and sees a shooting star and the tears start to fall again.

"Please come back ."

𝐿𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑎 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟

He sleeps as much as before and doesn't attend classes. Leona is the same.

Except he isn't. No one notices the way he sleeps more than usual, the dark small circles under his eyes, the fact that he doesn't talk to anyone anymore.

He didn't expect for your disappearance to effect him that much. He didn't expect the empty feeling in his heart. Like something precious has been taken away from him.

His dreams are all about you. Every single one of them.

In some, his head is in your lap. He sees you stroking his hair while telling him about your day. Yet this time he doesn't nag you to stop talking so he could sleep. He can't get enough of your voice.

But then he wakes up. Realizing it's all a cruel dream.

In some, he is all alone. Walking in darkness calling out your name, desperately trying to find you but to no avail.

He wakes up from those dreams terrified. They have his heart racing, beating hard enough to tear itself out of his chest.

Not paying any attention to the sweat and tears mixed on his skin, he gasps. Please please please where are you?

In one of his dreams he sees a shooting star. Leona doesn't believe in it nor in its miracles, but it’s the only thing offering some hope, and so he wishes upon the star.

It upsets him to not see you everyday. To not see your smile, to not hear about the stupid things you did with Ace and Duece.

What a cruel world, hasn't he suffered enough?

𝐴𝑧𝑢𝑙 𝐴𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑜

Azul doesn't let it show. In order to trick people, in order to survive, in order to get information, he must not let it effect him-

He cries in the solitude of his octopot for hours, thinking about you. Just what if he is never going to see you again? All he wants is to be with you again. He can't sleep at all, he is scared of the nightmares that haunt him. But some nights are just... different. It has a very dreamy atmosphere, like he is on the clouds and the sound of the waves are lulling him to sleep. And those are the nights he dreams of you. Not a nightmare, an actual dream. Both of you having a picnic near the sea, the sun shining brightly and you both are happy. He looks at the way your eyes shine and the wind brushes your hair. Those nights he gets to sleep comfortably.

In one of his dreams you are both looking at the reflection of the sky on the water. He is thinking about you, about how much he missed your smile until you tell him to make a wish. " A shooting star just passed be quickmake a wish!" And before he could answer you he wales up.

He reaches for you, and you're not there. It wakes gim up immediately, once again proving him that he was just dreaming. He usually wakes up in the middle of the night or in the early morning. When it's a a nightmare he wakes up all sweaty struggling to breathe. Then the chaos in his mind starts. Are you safe? Are you scared?How did you exactly disappear? You didn't know how to cast a spell like that. When did you disappear? Was it in the middle of the-

He is determined to find you. No one and nothing is going to stop him. He will resort to anything in order to reach hid goal, even if that means making a deal with god.

𝐾𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑚 𝐴𝑙 𝐴𝑠𝑖𝑚

It's almost like evryday lfe for him. Almost. It takes a little longer for him to get out of bed in the morning. Jamil enters his room, thinking that Kalim overslept again, but then he sees Kalim just scaring at the ceiling and it scares him. The way that Kalim's eyes are so empty scares him. The parties are not like they used to be. They are quiet, unusually quiet.

There are nights that Kalim just disappears into thin air. Kalim goes on ride with his magical carpet, looking at stars, watching the sands shine beneath and then suddenly he sees a shooting star. He makes his wish and wonders what wish would you make if you were here. He stays alone in the sky for a little longer. Praying to the stars to guide you home.

When he sees Jamil back at the dorm, he falls apart. Throwing himself in the arms of his friend, his body shaking like a leaf.

In the midnight wakes up from the nightmares, gasping for air. They never leave, even for a night. He doesn't know what to do, his heart is beating wildly in his chest, he can't control his breathing, just what is happening to him- Kalim falls back asleep after the commotion, he is so tired he can't stay awake anymore. When he wakes up in the morning, he is paralyzed. What happened last night? What was that? Kalim doesn't know if he can go through that again. He just needs you there with him. To hold him and tell him everything is okay.

𝑉𝑖𝑙 𝑆𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑡

Vil is devastated. He doesn't know what to do anymore.

He still attends the classes, gets good grades, he lives his normal life. But he's just... not himself anymore, there is something wrong.

He doesn't have the energy to scold Epel anymore. After he's done with his tasks he goes straight to his room.

When he's alone he finally let's himself breakdown after keeping up the facade for the whole day.He let silent tears fall from his eyes like a waterfall, grips his hair so hard just to try and numb the pain in his heart.

You were always there to hold him during the tough times. Always there to help him heal and comfort him. Why wasn't he there when you needed him? Where was he when your whole body was filled with despair and fear?

He can't do anything without thinking about you anymore. He opens his book in order to study, and everything's fine until he reaches that one cursed sentence you always laugh at. And the sound of your laugh echos in his mind. It reminds him of the times you two spent together, doing skincare, baking sweets and alot more.

He gets lost in the memories. It when a small tear falls down on the book that he notices he's been thinking about you instead of studying.

Late at night just before he goes to sleep, he looks at a painting of you two that you painted yourself. It soothes the pain in his chest. That's when he takes one last look at the sky before going to sleep. There's a shooting star. Vil wishes that next time he sees one you're by his side.

He knows you won't give him up, he knows wherever you are, you'll find your way back to him. And he won't give you up either, nothing is more important than you in his world. Vil doesn't lose hope. He believes in you, he knows you'll come back to him. And then you two will be whole again.

𝐼𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑆ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑

Why? Why does he have to go through these things? First Ortho and now-. Idia doesn't come out of his room anymore, what's the point? He doesn't get to see you anymore. Ortho is the same, he misses you so much that he can't go a day without watching the memories of you three spending time together. But for the sake of his older brother he still tries to be happier.

Idia refuses to believe that you are gone. He still waits for you to come to the gaming sessions, waits for you so you guys can watch the new anime together, he still waits for you to knock on that cursed door and say that you were sorry for keeping him waiting. But one day, while waiting for you he looks at the controller that you used, and that's when he realizes you are not coming back. No matter how much he waits for you.

And that's when the voices in his head get louder than ever. Idia doesn't want to losten to them, he doesn't want to think that you're gone, he doesn't want to think that you're dead, you're not gone! You're just-. He doesn't want to listen to the voices anymore. So he plays your favorite anime and put on his headphones so he can't hear anything else.

The screen of his computer is black and he can see his reflection. He stares at it for so long, has it been an hour already? How much time has passed? And all he can think about is what went wrong? What led to this situation? He could just build a robot ! That sounds right- but could he really? Could he create all the beauty and emotions you had?

The last scene of the episode comes, the two lovers finally together and a shooting star passing, sealing their happily ever after together. Why couldn't that be you two?

𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑎

At night, when he can't handle being alone, he visits ramshackle, in hopes tgat you might've returned. But everything is so quiet. Ramshackle is so quiet and dead without you. Wherever he looks there is a layer of dust. Malleus can see you in everything but you yourself are nowhereto be seen, your clothes, your favorite books on the desk, thw painting on your canvas is also left undone. Certainly you were here, these are all memories of you, but why are you not here? The silence goes away when he sits on your bed and looks at the mirror. Malleus looks at his reflection, his hand under his glossy eyes, tears falling like a waterfall, his hair shining under the moonlight.

And then it's suddenly too loud tk be able to think. Why does he have to be all alone? Why did you leave? What did he do wrong? Malleus just wanted to be loved? And malleus keeps on crying until the sun rises.

Malleus roams the halls of ramshackle, finding comfort looking at the home you built for yourself. It also feels like home to him. Somewhere he can be vulnerable, Somewhere he can he himself. Free of all responsibilities, Malleus can finally be himself.

Malleus spends his days and nights at ramshackle, you might not be there, but that doem itself is a memory of you. It might not be home to him, yet it still carries your remnants of your soul. Malleus takes care of everything in your absence, such as watering the flowers. It reminds him of the times he helped you take care of the garden. He also takes pictures of anything that interests him, so he could show it to you when you come back and you two can have another long session about what you're going to do on your next date.

Malleus would wait for you forever, if that means you come back to him. Laying on your bed, looking at the stars, a shooting star passing, making a wish wouldn't hurt, right?

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