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apriorisea · 3 years

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Grocery shopping with BTS pls? 💕

--I love this idea so much, thank you for the request!! I hope you like my take on it~~ 💕💜

Seokjin:

When it’s time to grocery shop, you always clear a few hours on your schedule

Because when you shop with Seokjin, it’s an event

He has to test at least 4 shopping carts to find The Best One

You’re never exactly sure what his criteria is for The Best One, but trust his judgment completely

Once the cart has been chosen, he very calmly leans against it and waits until you tuck your arm through his before beginning the journey

No shopping list needed

He loves to take his time in the store

The two of you wander up and down every aisle, grabbing whatever you need or want

You never skip an aisle--NEVER

Pet aisle? Check. Toys aisle? Of course. Household cleaning? Definitely. Automobile accessories? Duh.

The two of you don’t even talk that much

You just enjoy shuffling around the entire grocery store together, grabbing things off the shelves as needed

When you’ve made your way through every aisle, he stops and turns to look at you. “What do you think, Princess?” he asks with a small smile. “Did we get everything we need?” You glance at the cart and grin. “I sure hope so!” “Should we go home then?” You lean up to kiss his cheek. “Yes. Let’s go home and make that pasta!” He tucks your arm back through his and guides you both towards the checkout lines.

After you load the groceries into the car together, he always wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you before you go home

Yoongi:

“Here, sweetheart,” he says, handing you his phone. “Did I miss anything?” Smiling faintly, you take the device from him and scan the list. “Nope. It looks good to me. Are you ready to go?” “...You didn’t look at it for very long.” “Yoongi, I---” but you cut yourself off at the sight of his disgruntled expression: he’s too cute to be annoying, you decide. Shaking your head slightly, you look at the shopping list again. “I promise, baby, it looks good. You never miss anything!” He seems more satisfied as he takes his phone back. “I made a new category this time,” he adds as you both go to put your shoes on. “Different types of vegetables.” You smile, unable to hold back how much you love this absolute nerd of yours. “I saw, baby. It’s genius.” You lean up to kiss his cheek. “Just like you!”

Since he loves to cook so much, Yoongi takes shopping pretty seriously

He always has a plan for what meals he wants to make/eat for that week, and uses that to create the most detailed shopping list you’d ever seen

It’s got everything: organized sections, subsections, items sorted by category, etc etc

Because he’s so organized, shopping trips never take very long

The two of you move from one aisle to the next with perfect efficiency, following his list easily

While you shop, you talk: about his day, about your day, about politics and the weather and gossip and plans for the week

The only time you don’t talk is when he has to choose something, like a piece of produce or cut of meat

He takes his time, wanting to get the absolute best

While he studies the stalks of broccoli, you slip behind him and wrap your arms around him, absently kissing in-between his shoulder blades while he deliberates

When he finally makes his decision, he always turns to show it to you

Though he’s the expert, he waits until you approve before putting the item in the cart

He also definitely has his own way of organizing the things in the cart, so that when you reach the checkout, everything is ready to go

He won’t admit it out loud, but as the two of you drive home, you can tell how secretly pleased he is with the venture

Hoseok:

He always starts the shopping trip with perfectly clear intentions

As you drive to the store, he happily chatters away about the things you guys need to get and what brands are best

But every single time, without fail, the plan falls apart as soon as the actual shopping begins

It’s not always the same item or aisle, but there’s always something that catches his interest and derails the entire plan

“So we should probably get the veggies first,” he’s saying cheerfully, walking alongside you as you push the cart. “And then---” You can’t help but grin as you hear him fall silent abruptly. “Hobi? What is it?” “Angel...” he tugs the cart in a different direction, leading you towards the meat section. “I know we were going to do salad and pasta tonight, but...” His eyes are wide and he’s practically salivating as he looks over the prime cuts of beef. Swallowing your laugh, you bump your hip against his. “Do you wanna do meat instead?” He turns to you with puppy-dog eyes. “Can we?” The laugh breaks through, but you reach up to kiss him at the end of it. “We can do whatever you want, my hope.”

The rest of the shopping trip is centered around the side dishes that will accentuate the newly chosen main dish

Sometimes he ends up buying the things needed for the original plan anyway

He doesn’t like to push the cart, mostly because he gets distracted easily

Sometimes you feel like a mom taking your kid shopping, because he’ll wander away from you to investigate something for a bit

But he always comes back and holds on to the side of the cart again, letting you tow him along to the next stopping point

You’re not entirely sure why, but he really likes to pay in cash for groceries

On the way out to the car, he steals the cart from you and hops up on the back to go for a little ride

All the way home he’s chattering about how excited he is about the new plan

Namjoon:

He is one of the most brilliant men on the entire planet, you’re certain

But grocery shopping is one of his kryptonites

The entire shopping trip is literally just kind of a mess

Without a set plan, Namjoon’s quick mind races ahead of his logic

So you start in the grain aisle

But suddenly he decides you have to go to the frozen section all the way across the store for some ice cream

After the ice cream, he remembers you need vegetables, so you go back to the opposite end of the store

You guys hop from aisle to aisle at a whim

This usually means you have to double back sometimes

It also means you frequently go down the same aisle more than once, because he forgot another item the first time

“Okay,” you grin, putting the loaf of bread into the cart. “Bread - check!” “Perfect,” he grins back. “Now...oh! We definitely need eggs.” Trapping you in between the cart and his broad chest, the two of you make your way to the refrigerated aisle for eggs. After the eggs are secured, you look up at him. “What now?” “Hmm...” he thinks for a moment. “Oh, Jin-hyung asked us to grab some bagels, too.” He whips the cart around, angling it back towards the aisle you had just left. You can’t suppress your laugh. Looking down at you as he turns back down the bread aisle, he can’t help but grin at your giggles. “I know, I know,” he grumbles playfully. “I forgot earlier!” You squirm out of his arms to grab the bagels, placing them in the cart and looking back up at him. “What now?” Arching one eyebrow, you tease, “Cheese?” “No,” he says, shooting you a dirty look. “Next we need...” His confidence melts away. “....mimph,” he finishes with a mumble. “A what?” You press, returning to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I couldn’t hear you.” Exhaling heavily, he lets go of the cart and wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead before saying explosively. “Milk! Okay, we need milk.” “Milk? You mean...the milk that’s back by---” “---by the eggs, yes.” “...You’re lucky I love you.”

No matter how messy the actual shopping trip is, the two of you always end up with exactly what you need

And you always have the best time getting it done

Jimin:

Like any other activity the two of you do together, Jimin can’t keep his hands off of you, even while you shop for groceries

Throughout the trip, he is constantly peppering you with little kisses

On the cheek, the forehead, your shoulder, your arm, the back of your neck, the top of your head, etc etc

Anytime you stop for an item, he pulls you into his arms somehow

He loves when it takes a while to decide which can of corn to grab, because that means he can wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder for a long time

Even though he’s clingy, he’s the perfect little gopher for you and will do whatever you want

“Jiminie?” you say, without looking up from the list on your phone. “Can you go grab me a good bag of apples?” He plants a final kiss on the crook of your neck and straightens. “Absolutely, my babygirl. Any certain kind you want?” He squeezes your waist. “Just get a good one. No bruises.” “Yes ma’am,” he agrees, leaning in to brush a kiss to your cheek before disappearing. While he’s gone, you maneuver the cart to the next thing on your list with one hand, keeping most of your attention on your list. Just a few more things--- “Babygirl!” You feel gentle but strong hands wrap around you, pulling your hand away from the cart. One arm still wrapped around you, Jimin puts the bag of apples in the cart and then pulls you against him. “I push the cart, remember??” You scoff a laugh, looking at him playfully. “I didn’t push it that far!” He pouts. “That doesn’t matter. It’s my job.” “Okay, okay.” You reach up to put your hand on the side of his face gently. “I’m sorry, babe. Can you grab me that bag of marshmallows?” He eyes you. “Are you going to stay right here?” “Yes.” “And not touch the cart?” You laugh exasperatedly. “Yes!” “Okay, then.”

He always insists on pushing the cart

AND getting all of the heavy things

Though he never says it outright, you can always tell he’s just a little disappointed when the shopping trip is over

Any time he gets to spend with just you, uninterrupted, is his favorite time

Taehyung:

Two words: secret shopper.

The two of you start out with a list and a plan

And he’s the best at helping you fulfill that plan

He’ll grab things off the shelves without being asked or reminded

Most of the time he remembers to grab things you’d completely forgotten about

But every single time, without fail, when you get to the register and are unloading the items onto the belt, there are numerous things you don’t recognize

“Tae!” You hold up the box of Poptarts for him to see. “What is this??” He studies it for a moment. “It’s a box of Poptarts, honey,” he answers innocently. You sigh. “I know what they are, Taehyung, but what are they doing in our cart??” He shrugs, coming to you and taking the box out of your hand, squeezing your wrist before placing the treat on the conveyer belt. “They looked good.” “I didn’t even see you put them in there...” you mumble, watching the box zip towards the cashier. Turning back to the cart, you reach in---and find yourself holding a fluffy chicken-shaped dog toy. Turning to him, you simply hold it up wordlessly. “For Tannie,” he says, his boxy smile crawling across his face. “Look---it squeaks!” You can’t help but smile back. “I’m sure he’ll love it.” You put the toy on the belt. “I’m just concerned that I never even noticed it was in there...” When you turn back, he’s holding a box of your favorite candies---another item that definitely wasn’t on the list. “Here, honey-love,” he says, innocently, pushing the box into your hands. “I also grabbed these!”

Though you always end up with far more than you meant to get, he always makes sure to “secret-shop” you a couple of things you love too

When they’re in season, he always secret-shops you a bouquet of beautiful flowers

When using the self-checkout option, he always puts all of his secret-shop items into one bag

So on the way home he can randomly pull out little treats or surprises you might have missed

When you get home, he always leans across the center console in the car and kisses you seriously. “I love our shopping trips.”

Jungkook:

Grocery shopping with Jungkook is pretty simple, really

He always likes to wear one of his giant, oversized hoodies

He drops you off at the front of the store then goes to find a parking spot so you don’t have to walk in the cold

You guys always push the cart together

He frequently sings along with the occasionally-corny music

The two of you work really well together, taking turns grabbing the things you need from each aisle

He always grabs the heavy things

But sometimes likes to make you struggle for the things on high shelves for a bit before stepping in to help you

He’s actually really good at making decisions

So anytime you’re stuck between two different kinds of pasta or two brands of milk, he’s always willing to step in and help you choose

The only real quirk he has about grocery shopping (and it’s tiny, really) is his undying and all-encompassing LOVE for the snack aisle

“All right,” you say, looking at the almost-full shopping cart. “I think that’s everything.” “Okay, cool,” he says, pretending like it hardly matters.”Soo....” “Soo...” you copy him. “Are you ready to go home?” His face falls. “Baby.” You laugh, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “I’m kidding, babyboy. Let’s go to the snack aisle!” His bright, bunny-smile fills his whole face as he grabs the cart with one hand and your hand with the other and directs you guys towards his favorite place in the whole store. As he peruses the aisle very seriously, you watch him with a fond smile. “What would you do if I weren’t kidding, though?” “Hmm?” he asks, too engrossed in his search. “What if...” you say, moving closer to him, “One day I genuinely forget about the snack aisle?” He scoffs, reaching out blindly to snake an arm around your waist. “You would never do that, darling.” “Oh?” you grin. “And how do you know that?” “Because that would be breaking The Rule,” he says confidently, finally selecting a snack and tossing it carefully into the cart. “And you’d never do that.” “The Rule?” you repeat. “That sounds so fancy.” Giving you his full attention, he says very seriously: “Whenever we go to the store, we both have to leave with at least one tasty snack.” A tiny smile peeks through. “It’s The Rule.” “Ohhhhh...” you grin. “That rule. So did you choose your snack?” “One of them,” he winks, releasing you to study more items. “Choose yours, darling!”

After you have both selected your snack for the evening, he cheerfully steers the cart to the checkout stand

He always makes sure that the cashier leaves out the snacks so you can both enjoy them on the drive home

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gra-sonas · 3 years

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Last night in my dream i was watching the first episode of rnm s3 and ngl it was kinda accurate. Max and Michael were arguing, Isobel was annoyed with them and Alex got kidnapped

Now i'm kinda scared of s3 I just want Alex to be okay

Oh nonnie, dreams can be so weird, thankfully they are not always prophetic in nature.

The Michael/Max arguing I can see. It's their modus operandi - albeit a rather annoying one tbh, they are almost 30 years old, can they please have conversations like adults for a change? Especially Max could stop behaving like a big brother (which he's not) and listen to Michael and not assume things about him.

Isobel being annoyed with them is also a likely scenario. I'd love to see the pod squad make progress regarding their dynamics tho.

And really, can I dare hope for better writing for Max this season? Less whining and pining, and more him working on himself, please? They have Jones as an "annoying outlet" for the character [that looks like Max], I'd prefer to see Max himself becoming a man actually worthy of Liz Ortecho's affection tho. Make Echo work for me, Chris.

I think it's safe to assume that Alex won't be kidnapped, since he's already been kidnapped once, and I doubt they'll do that again to him. And yeah, I want nothing more than for Alex to be okay, happy, and safe. AND I WANT HIM WITH MICHAEL.

I don't care about any further [~romantic] detours for either of them, I want to see their journey, and I want to see Alex Manes smile more than once in S3.

I want to see him laugh and be carefree and in love with Michael. I want him to be a total boss at his job, and while I don't mind things getting a bit dangerous, ultimately I want him to be okay and safe and with the man he's loved since he was 17. 🥺

Just... stop piling more queer trauma on him, please. His homophobic dickbag of a father's dead. I hope that will bring him even closer to Greg, and it will allow him to reconnect with his other two brothers (hi, Clay, where are you, also HI FLINT, WHERE IS YOUR S3 REDEMPTION ARC PLEASE AND THANK YOU). I'd also love to meet Mama Manes (or at least learn more about her).

And if Lucky isn't going to be Alex's dog, why even hire a good boi like Borrow to be on the show???

I'd also like to see Alex work with the other main characters (minus one, I need an entire season of them not interacting, pls -_-).

As much as I want Alex to be fully involved in the Deep Sky stuff (and excel at it O CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN), don't keep him away from everyone else (again) bc of it. I know it's unlikely that we'll see the (supposed) friends have sleepovers or stuff like that, but let him be part of the whole "Get Rid of Jones" operation and let the others have his back if push comes to shove.

My wish for Alex in S3 (and the rest of the show/his life) 🥰

#rnm speculation #rnm spoilers #nonnie asks

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randomcanbian · 3 years

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(re: Fandom Meme) B, D, N, P, R, Y ??? (also if you feel like answering T again about anything else pls do (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) (also let the record know that your first answer was *chef kiss* wonderful and should've been canon imo (╯▽╰ ))

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

Felix x fem!Byleth from FE3H... I thought it’d be the same as f!Dimileth (the fandom version of it at least) where the man is like ~~ohhhh I’m a monster I’m so broken ahhh I push people away and go on berserker rages because of my tragic backstory~~ and the woman has to be gentle and kind, the epitome of femininity (despite being a mercenary who had been trained to kill since she was 11...), basically put himself above her on so many levels and the onus is on her to ~~fix him~~~...but apparently not??? The fancontent is so gorgeous and has them as equals, both lonely people who’ve had their childhood taken away from them, both who’ve closed themselves off from the world (or in Byleth’s case, has never known how to open herself up to it), both of them seeing themselves in each other, both taking it upon themselves to meet each other half-way and from thereon help each other process their past and walk forward into the future...damn man, the kinship and the partnership in this ship... (also it really helps that 1. Felix is awed at Byleth’s swordsmanship and tactical mind and pushes himself to surpass it, forming a foundation for a healthy rivalry 2. the fandom does not forget that Byleth is her own person and not just Felix’s partner *cough* Dimileth *cough* Edeleth *cough*)

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t

Hmmmm well sometimes I wished (in general) that I could actively ship mlm couples, just because there’s so much content for them :)) (don’t get me started on how fandom gravitates towards male characters and mlm ships...lmao someone way back then gave me the excuse that it’s because the actual creators put more effort into their male characters and that they end up becoming more complex and interesting and like *looks at my fandoms where there are just as many girls as guys, just as interesting (if not more so) backstories and dynamics and interactions for the female characters, looks at the sheer number of mlm shippers in those fandoms who squeeze the most out of every insignificant moment for their male characters while ignoring the depth and complexity of the female characters* sure)

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Glee

1. Fanfic with more “out-there” ideas :)) (Don’t get me wrong, there are fanfics that fall far from Glee’s high school/young adult/modern-coming-of-age setting, and even for fics that do fall under those spheres there are some that deal with complex, intricate themes in such an incredible manner or even if not that are just plain enjoyable but like,,, there aren’t enough for my ever-expanding hunger HAHA)(my last couple of fandoms were dark fantasy/sci-fi/whatever The Good Place is so I guess I just got spoiled lmao)

2. More analytical thinking LMAO I guess it just frustrates me that there are so many people in the fandom who take things at face value??? Given how biased the writers are and how shit they are at continuity it really doesn’t make sense to me that so many people take things so literally haha

3. More fanart unu I totally understand though that the fandom isn’t as big as it once was but a girl can dream, you know?

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

Something that I had wanted to write for Brittana (since 2012!) but never had the brain cells to: a sailor!AU where the characters live on a flat world and they’re trying to sail towards its edge (encountering so many mythical beasts and legends on the way) (may or may not be inspired by C.S. Lewis’ The Voyage of the Dawn Treader haha)

Special mention to this AU since I've used for at least three fandoms by now haha: Pygmalion&Galatea!AU wherein one character creates a statue and her love for it brings it to life :)))

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

LMAO I went through Bae Doona’s body of work (what was available of it at least) in 2015 and ended up shipping her character Park Hyun-nam with her best friend (Yoon Jang-mi) in 플란다스의 개 (Barking Dogs Never Bite)...I wrote a very small ficlet of them (I literally had to create the section for them in ao3...and lmao I just checked and I am still the only fic in there HAHA)(please don’t look for my account btw all my fics are so self-indulgent and atrocious huhu) and I also made this gifset of them :))) As far as I know I am literally the only one in the entire world who ships them HAHA

Similar story for her character Ri Bun-hui in 코리아 (As One)...although honestly if it turns out that a decent number of people have seen this movie I’d be surprised that no one else shipped Bun-hui with Hyun Jung-hwa??? Because they??? Tennis table rivals from North Korea and South Korea who have to team up to win at the Olympics??? Jung-hwa trying to get Bun-hui and her team to loosen up??? Them becoming closer??? When the Olympics are over and the North Korea team have to go home, and Jung-hwa chases after the bus and tries to reach for Bun-hui’s hand, realizing that they might never see each other again??? I??? (Just...I had to make this gifset of their hands: when they first meet each other, when one takes the other’s for comfort, the last time their fingers will ever touch...)(Also let’s ignore that it’s a re-telling of real life event akjsndaskj haha)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all

(Thank you roseate ;u; I’m glad that you agree and are interested with my headcanons ;o;)

Santana’s a trivia nerd and is the type to deep-dive down Wikipedia pages which is why she makes all those obscure references :))) (Also a more specific version of this headcanon, not something that I’d die defending but like,,, something that I won’t let anyone take away from me lmao is that she’s a TV/movie buff, dabbles in comics (specifically, DC and follows character like Wonder Woman, the Birds of Prey, Poison Ivy/Harleyquinn, Batwoman, and Renee Montoya), and started getting a little into theater/musicals after spending time with Kurt and Rachel :))) She also has a record player back in Lima and has a bunch of vinyl records back home (back in high school she’d play a couple of slow songs and just slow dance with Britt in the privacy of their bedrooms uwu)(imagine this scene and this song playing in the background ;u;)

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

BTS, because so many of my friends are KPOP fans

Genshin, also because so many of my friends are into it

魔道祖师 (The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) because my close friend fangirls over them so much and we just exchange anecdotes with me and Glee/Fire Emblem and her and TGDC

Critical Role and My Brother, My Brother and Me podcast because my gf is a huge fan of them :))

Not quite there yet, but I am looking forward to having Dostoevsky’s extended universe as a secondhand fandom HAHA

#ask meme #thank you for the questions!!!#(mayhaps you'd like to do the ask meme yourself so I could ask my own questions 👀)#(also I am so so sorry for taking so long with replying to your messages ;o;)#(you ask the most interesting things friend and I gotta make sure that what I'm saying isn't complete gibberish aksjdnasjkdna)#(also!!! feel free to chat me up on tumblr even if I haven't replied yet (if you want to!))#(I may take forever to answer messages but I'm a lot more prompt with short-form chatting ;u;)#(also ngl I miss hearing your Thoughts hehe))#roseateinferno

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years

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immj2 20.10.20 lb

great, the memory card has fallen off aryan's shoe onto the floor. can't wait to see it kicked and passed around the house like the heere in andaz apna apna ka climax.

a wholeass pailllllllll of nails chachi has, and she knocked it over, and now she's scooped the memory card and put it with the nails. abbe yaaaaaaaaar.

dadi is a little too fida on this bahu. hello, you have other grandchildren in this house too? yes ok most of them other than siya suck, but still!!!! angre ko toh itna laad nahi deti aap??? i would argue he deserves it more, having to handle two-two sankiii raisinghania siblings.

lehenga waala controversy ki hawwwwwww vansh ki maa ka lehenga kaise pehen liya tumneeeeeee, and riddhima's like bishhhhhh my man gave it to meeee.

btw i think it's rude af that vansh got haq over it and not ishani and siya. i would totally not let a brother give away my mom's payal AND lehenga to some chick he married coz he thought she was a shady bitch here to spy on the fam. HE DIDN'T EVEN MARRY HER COZ HE LOVED HER OR NOTHING!!!!!!! WHY DOES SHE GET OUR MOM'S STUFF?!?!?!!?!? WHO MADE HIM THE BEQUEATHER OF HER HEIRLOOMS????????

long story short, i agree with ishani's bitchface here.

face-off between saas bahu over whether vansh will show up for aarti. lordddddddddddd, y'all better off betting on shit like the ipl, at least kuch toh paise mil jaate usmein.

full raisinghania parivaar convinced ki nahi aayega vansh.

but oh????????? YEH KISKI HAI AAAHAT???????? YEH KISA HAI SAAYA?????????

boooooooooooyah in your faces, bitches. though mans looks like he'd rather wrestle a pack of wild dogs than be doing this. HE'S HERE. THAT'S WHAT MATTERS.

behold the power of heterosexual crushy-wushy feelings (triple-boosted by the power of maa ka lehenga.)

mann hi mann mein gutargooo. god, just rip off the beautiful clothes and fuckkkk, you idiots. it's what maata rani wants!

OK BLOODY ENOUGH STARING THIS SCENE HAS LITERALLY GONE ON FOR 3 MINUTES TOO LONG, AARTI BHI KARNI HAI KI NAHI?!?! WHO ARE THESE PPL WHO STAND AROUND SUSTAINING EYE CONTACT LIKE THIS MY SOCIALLY ANXIOUS ASS IS FUCKING DYINGGGG HERE FROM JUST WATCHING THIS

dude turns on the puppy eyes only when she's not looking.

waaaaaah! look who's enjoying aarti! while smize-flirting with wife.

inn meesniyon ko baaz nahi aana. this is the fucking stupidest shit i've ever seen. WHY WOULD YOU MAKE A BED OF NAILS?????? DON'T YOU KNOW THAT THE MORE THE NUMBER OF THE NAILS PACKED CLOSELY TOGETHER, IT PROVIDES A FOUNDATION THAT ALLOWS EVEN WEIGHT DISTRIBUTION AND THUS DOESN'T HURT?????? USKE UPER CARPET BHI DAAL DIYA. SO HOW IS THIS SHIT SUPPOSED TO WORK, LIKE AT ALLLLL????

also idk wtf dushmani this family has against riddhima's poor feet ki unko hi nishaana banaate hain har time. poori ki poori body padi hui hai behen ki, kahin aur bhi vaar kiya karo, variety ke liye?!?

bhakti waala boner.

kal hi maine bola tha ki isko dandiya mat dena. angre inviting his own shaamat.

literally everyone in the family has their own different style of taking aarti.

aarti given to aryan with an extra side of stinkeye and promise to put him in jail.

voot has muted all the bloody songs and replaced it with some generic music and goddddddd. i have to go download some stream from tv now to watch the dance sequences properly. literally what is the point of voot’s existense, someone tell me. itnaaaa ghatiya streaming platform nahi dekha maine aaj tak. they should be paying us to watch shit on their trash site.

this is the most non-enthu dandiya playing i have seen in my life. he's standing there as if his shoes have been nailed to the ground. ffs, siya, who's in a wheelchair has more zeal.

his bejaan dancing reminded her of the other inanimate object that is priority as of the moment: the memory card.

aaaaaaaaaaand she hit him on the hand, and he walked off mooh phula ke that she wasn't paying attn. GOD EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW IS SO FUCKING ANNOYING.

meanwhile this one also got her hands on the bucket of nails. lordddddddddddddddddddd. i just can't with these ppl anymore.

yeh lo, yeh phir aa gayi maata rani se favour maangne.

FROM 0-60 IN A SECOND THIS ONE'S BRAIN MAKES ASSUMPTIONS. DIMAAG HAI YA TESLA KA ENGINE?!?!!?

inka khatam nahi hua. itna dimaag padhaai likhaai mein lagaati aap log toh khud ki companyaan chalaate, aur vansh ke paise ki zaroorat nahi padti.

ishani literally hammered nails into her bloody dandiya to hit angre with, who tf she think she is, jeffrey dean morgan from the walking dead?!?!!?!?!?!

hein???? riddhima ko itne upar se bucket mein memory card dikh gaya??? is she a long-lost cheel sister from naagin 5???? (maine bola tha this show is a companion piece to that one!!!)

i really truly get ishani’s annoyance with this b. she’s very very very irritating.

“isse kahin safe jagaah chupaana hoga” she says, AND YET AGAIN PUTS IT SOMEWHERE TOTALLY DUMB, THAT SHE WOULDN'T REALIZE IF IT FELL TF OUT. WHYYYYYYYY IS SHE LIKE THIS?!!?!?!?!?!? JUST WHY??????????

I MEAN........... JUST GO HIDE IT WHEREVER YOU KEEP YOUR MENSTRUAL PRODUCTS????? LITERALLY NO ONE WILL TOUCH THOSE, ESP. VANSH/ARYAN. IT'S THE LAST PLACE THEY'D EVEN THINK TO LOOK. MY GOD WHY IS SHE SO INFURIATINGLY STUPID??????????

garba ke baad she wants to show vansh the footage. wonderful. should go great.

mummyji ka naatak to make riddhima take the akhand jyot. fwding.

if there's anyone who's MORE of a doe-eyed optimistic fool than riddhima in this house, it's angre.

god ishani, you're a horrible person.

ofc, isko hero banna hai. keel ko poora daboch hi liya haath mein.

great, he's like tum ziddi toh main bhi dheent. re bhagwaaaaaaaan.

pls god, let them pair siya with someone wholesome; nahi toh i'll not have a single couple to ship in this generation of raisinghanias.

lmaooooooo dandiya kam yeh toh fencing match zyaada lag raha hai.

husband was just saying sorry to apologize for bumping into her but OH HO HO HO HO PATIDEV KABHI MAAFI KYUN MAANGEEEEEEEE PARMESHWAR SE TOH GALTIYAAN NAHI HOTIIIIIIIIIIII

one ainvayi ka ~~deep~~~~~~ dialogue also, that made no fucking sense but ok whatever.

LMAO WHUT THE DANCING CAME OUTTA FUCKING NOWHERE I AM AS PUZZLED AS VANSH IS

also everyone's like baaju hato baaju hato iske khatarnaak dancing se already vansh ko lag chuki ek baar abhi humein nahi khaani

i am ishani and aryan, pissed at how this chick just be hogging the whole floor. hello, this is a communal garba space!!!?!!

also i fucking love nagada sang dhol, but solo dancing to this song just looks very very sad.

anyway, now that the cultural program part of the evening is over......... time for operation keel carpet.

this chachi is such a sample i swear to godddddddd. iske khurafaati dimaag mein full time aise nonsense ideas hi aatein hain. aunty, apply this time and effort into an mba or msw or something, and you'd be much better off in life.

for the love of god stop making this dude run unless its some legit chase sequence or something. he looks ridiculous running around in the house as if he's trying to break the world record for 400m.

Bhakti Boner round 2.

chalo, finally she's on her way to the room. in dono ke kaleje ko thandak.

once again, for those at home thinking of replicating this kaand to fuck over an annoying nanad/bhaabi/whatever: please read how a bed of nails works, so that you don't waste your time on it.

why's everyone watching her go up as if ISRO ne koi naya satellite launch kiya ho??? DO Y'ALL NOT HAVE WIFI IN THIS HOUSE??????? MATLAB, KUCH BHIIIIIIIII ENTERTAINMENT NAHI HAI KYA ISS GHAR MEIN RIDDHIMA KE ALAAVA????

issne toh mann mein jann gann mana bhi gaana shuru kar diya, outta pride.

HOW EVEN IS SHE BLEEDING FROM THE FOOT WHEN KEELON KE UPAR CARPET HAI?????????? KUCHHHHHHHHH BHI.

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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raccoonpoptart · 4 years

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wanted to share this scenario idea bcs it's adorable ;; it's where the reader accidentally made a mistake in casting a spell, ehich resulted in them turning into an animal! i'm wondering how the characters would react to them huhu

YESSS THIS IS SO CUTE THANKYOU 🌸✨ this is so funny to think about honestly could you imagine suddenly turning into an animal? personally if i turned into a raccoon i would never want to be human again 🦝🦝🦝

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that’s not how that goes...

warnings: none! wholesome times tonight <3

some of the animal choices are obvious but others are...just for giggles 🐝 hope you like it! ✨

Earlier at the market y/n got some new ingredients to use in a spell, but had to substitute a few obscure things with more easily accesible items. With nothing but hope in their heart (that they wouldn’t absolutely ruin anything important), they made their way home.

It wasn’t until about halfway through the spell that y/n realized something was a bit...off. The smell just seemed a bit more potent, and the color was a little more unexpected than usual. Magic was strange like that, so they shrugged and threw the last ingredient in the bowl. Poof! Smoke went everywhere and y/n was covered in green dust.

Suddenly, everything grew so much bigger in the shop and y/n began to panic. Asra wouldn’t be home for a few hours! What were they supposed to do? Their heart raced as they walked to the nearest mirror. They realized that it wasn’t the shop that got bigger, it was them who got smaller. Uh oh...

alright gamers lets do this

Asra

when he came home he looked everywhere for you and when he saw the mess you made he started to panic a little

he had no idea what you were trying to do but the fact that you weren’t around was...really unsettling

“mc?? where are you? please come back...”

suddenly he felt something slip up his arm and squeeze...

“oh, hi, faust...did you s-”

what looked back at him wasn’t those red eyes he was used to but instead it was two big purple eyes

he was about to scream (because who wouldn’t freak out over a random snake) when he heard your voice in his head

i think i messed up the spell :(

he laughed softly and placed a soft kiss on your head and assured you if he couldn’t fix it, it would probably wear off anyway

spoiler alert it took almost a whole day for it to wear off but he enjoyed having you wrap around him whenever he went anywhere

faust thought it was the best thing ever, she would wrap around asra’s left arm and you would be on his right

Bite the goat!

(i was so tempted to do a fox but i thought it would be cute to sorta be like a chimes and flamel moment)

Nadia

when she was told that a lynx had been spotted sneaking around the palace she was a little worried

lynx are not common, so of course she wanted to see! but when the lynx ran up to her and started to rub against her and purr?? she was very confused

it wasn’t until she saw your eyes that she realized it was you! but didn’t really know how she knew...it was just her intuition she guessed

she just assumed something magical happened and hugged you

loved when you followed her around the palace because everyone was so afraid, or just had a puzzled look on their face

when you would meowl (or, yell for lack of a better word) she would smile and kiss your head then laugh if anyone around her got scared

would talk to you like normal even if you couldn’t properly answer, she just assumed any noise you’d make was a response

complimented your ears and thick coat then offered to brush your fur (she wanted to hear you purr again)

she enjoyed having you around all day and once you were back to normal she asked so many questions

Julian

another damn raven had taken a liking to him and he was ready to leave vesuvia again

he facepalmed as malak and this new bird had started messing with his hair and squawking

meanwhile you found it pretty funny how he accepted it so quickly and waited a while before having malak tell julian

you and malak had continued to bother julian for a few hours but once he got annoyed you had malak explain and julian just laughed and asked if malak had run into a window again

when you softly pecked his nose and rubbed against his face he blushed softly

“ah, well...at least it’s temporary. it is temporary, right? please tell me it won’t last forever!”

boi was a bit stressed because now he felt like he had to look after you but malak told him to *ahem* buzz off we’ll say cause he was having so much fun

found the looks he got a bit funny because of course having two ravens follow you everywhere would look strange (CAN I MAKE A NORSE MYTHOLOGY JOKE PLS.....TWO RAVENS = ODIN LMAO)

once the spell wore off he held you close and let out a sigh of relief,,, “darling, you make a beautiful bird but please don’t scare me like that again <3”

Muriel

ignore the part where it says the shop got bigger, for this it got smaller ok thanks <3

inanna had been gone a while so he went out to find her

instead found her outside playing with a......bear?

he closed his eyes and exhaled then turned to go back inside to avoid dealing with another unexplainable thing

but inanna dragged him over to the bear and he just stared as the bear stared back

woof! “inanna that makes no sense, it’s not mc”

then the bear hugged him and he blushed but didn’t pull away because why else would a bear have silver fur and pink eyes

you couldn’t exactly fit in his hut so he decided to just sit outside with you. he assumed that a spell went wrong because the same thing had happened to asra before

“so, mc... do you think this is permanent?” you grunted in response and placed a paw on his head

it was a bit awkward but he laughed softly and placed a hand on your head (wholesome mountain man :( i would die for him...)

watching you catch fish was hilarious to him considering you couldn’t do it by yourself a few months ago, but made sure to keep an eye on you anyway

he liked that you were taller than him for a bit and felt safe when you would hug him, even if the sight of it would seem strange but was happy when you were back to normal (now he can kiss the top of your head and hold your hands properly)

Portia

walked into her cottage and stopped in her tracks

she was face to face a puma and her heart started racing, she was about to run until she saw pepi run up onto the bigger cat’s head and headbutt her

“pepi.....can you please explain who this is quickly” she was trying not to freak out in case the giant cat would attack her

in response pepi started to purr and rubbed against the cat and was surprised when the big cat started to purr too

she thought that maybe pepi had somehow made a new friend? and just was grateful that it didn’t eat her

you had to lead her back to the shop and show her the mess as well as the pile of your clothes on the ground for her to understand

“mc :3 does that mean you’re technically naked?~” she poked your side and laughed when you made a slightly annoyed noise

absolutely loved how everyone ran at the sight of her with a puma and walked with a bit more confidence “i feel like the main character in a story! strong, beautiful woman with her most trusted cats at her side!”

you wished you could laugh but you loved how adorable she was and also you were amazed at how even though you were walking, pepi stayed asleep on your back

after work the next day she found you asleep in her bed wearing some of her clothes and she smiled so big as she hugged you tight

Lucio

“can somebody please explain why the hell a damn PEACOCK IS IN MY ROOM???”

as he raised his voice, the bird puffed up its feathers and started to squawk which freaked him out but it just walked up to him and stared

he was so confused but was thankful the bird wasn’t attacking him so he tried talking to it

“uhhhh- hello there, aren’t you beautiful? are you an albino? your white feathers are gorgeous” you puffed up your chest at the compliments and expanded your tail feathers

he smiled and tried to pet your tail feathers “you aren’t so scary now, how’d you get in here?” he didn’t really think to ask anyone because the only person he could think of was asra and he didn’t want to talk to him

mercedes and melchior liked the bird so why shouldn’t he? he shrugged and just let you follow him around all day, talking to you like you were another one of his pets (which was annoying but you liked the compliments althought they were new, obviously you didn’t normally have feathers)

the spell wore off in the middle of the night he went from having two dogs and a bird in his bed to having two dogs....and YOU!! just when he thought being with you couldn’t have brought more surprises and weird stories

he gave you his shirt and laughed as you explained what happened ,, “well, it’s good it was temporary! if i never saw you as a human again i don’t know what i would do”

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that was so fun!! omg i love writing weird stuff like this 🍓 anyway, i hope you liked it! i’m thinking about writing a story where mc can turn into animals on the regular but we’ll see ✨✨ now i wish i could turn into an animal for a day lmao

#the arcana #asra alzanar #asra x mc #countess nadia #nadia x mc #julian devorak #julian x mc #muriel #muriel x mc #portia devorak #portia x mc #count lucio #lucio x mc

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soobiniebaby · 4 years

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Angels & Devils Part XV : It’s You

Tomorrow x Together Fanfiction

~ p a r t s : main post || prologue || part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13 || part 14 || part 15 || part 16 || part 17 ~ p a i r i n g : love triangle involving choi soobin and choi yeonjun ~ g e n r e : high school au | some social media au | some fluff & angst | childhood friends | love triangle ~ l a n g u a g e : English ~ w a r n i n g : contains swearing, alcohol, kissing (?) and may contain mature themes (angst, etc.) ~ a / n : This will be my first fanfic (go easy on me pls) and i’m just writing this as I go along, so bear with me juseyo The setting (place/country) of the story is up to the reader’s interpretation ~ s u m m a r y : What should she choose? Han Baby: the new girl with a troubled past MO Academy: her new high school Choi Soobin: student council president, member of the Ecosave club, volunteer at the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of the Honor Society, a vocalist in the Jazzed club, the school’s all around golden boy Choi Yeonjun: leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy with a bad rep 5 best friends, 1 new girl, 1 childhood friendship, 1 epic love triangle? What will this school year bring?

Soobin’s breath catches in his throat as he absorbs the words on the screen.

Was Yeonjun really asking him to step in as B’s date? Suddenly, Soobin’s fantasies of having B as his date come flooding back to his mind, and he could hardly believe that most of it would be a reality. From him showing up at her apartment door to pick her up, to having their pictures taken together right as they enter the event hall, and maybe even up to how breathtakingly ethereal she’d look under the sparkling lights as they’d slow-dance in the middle of the dance floor.

The thought of his fantasies for the past few weeks becoming a reality made his cheeks heat up, and he takes a deep breath, quickly weighing the possible pros and cons of what could happen if he stepped in as B’s date in his mind, before he counts to three and sends his response.

Yeonjun’s request caught Soobin so off-guard that he wasn’t even able to mention why he messaged him in the first place. He sighs, tossing his phone down beside him on his bed, as he tries to get a grip on his thoughts, which were now swirling around with fantasies of B opening her apartment door and looking lavishly perfect in her dress, slow-dancing with B and taking pictures with her and sitting beside her at their table and—

Soobin shakes his head, trying to shake away such thoughts. B was his friend, and he would be there for her as a friend, only until Yeonjun arrives and takes his rightful place as her date.

He sighs again, his heart still pounding as he says “Alexa, lights off” before he’s enveloped in darkness.

•°•

B pouts, her whole lower lip sticking out as she looks up at her boyfriend with puppy-dog eyes.

Yeonjun frowns. “Baby, c’mon, please don’t do that. You’re too fucking cute, God. You’re breaking my heart.” he says, unable to stop himself from stepping forward and taking her face in his hands, his thumb gently rubbing on her lower lip as if he could erase her pout. “I wish I could skip it, trust me I do, but business is business, and you know how my father can get about things like this.”

B holds her pouty face for a moment longer before she sighs in defeat, realizing that she had no choice in the matter.

It was the morning of the Fall Ball, and when she heard someone ring the doorbell so early in the day, she was a tad annoyed that someone would dare bother her beauty sleep. Once she saw it was Yeonjun, she instantly felt her mood go from 0 to 100, happy to see him standing at her doorstep. But once he told her why he was there, her mood instantly went from 100 to 0 once again.

It wasn’t Yeonjun’s fault that his dad was a cold-hearted business-minded dick. She melts into Yeonjun’s touch, her eyes fluttering shut as his thumbs gently find their way to her jaw, lightly tracing patterns.

“Fine. I understand.” she finally says, opening her eyes to meet his. She lifts a hand up and cups it over one of his, entwining their fingers together. “But will I at least see you tonight? I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks, and I wanna see your jaw drop once you see me in my dress.”

Yeonjun raises a brow. “How are you so sure my jaw will be dropping?”

B smirks, her eyes alight with mischief. “Well, first of all, it got Ryujin’s stamp of approval on the slutty-and-classy factor. And second, no matter how pretty and sexy I’ll look in the dress, I know that all you’ll be thinking about is how you’ll be taking the dress off.” she says, watching Yeonjun’s mouth drop at what she was suggesting.

“T—taking the dress off?” Yeonjun stutters, and B stifles back a laugh. She had never seen Yeonjun stutter before. “Me? Taking the dre—taking your dress off?”

B nods, and Yeonjun’s eyes widen. She grins devilishly. “I mean, if you can’t make it to the dance, we can always have a little after party of our own.” she says teasingly.

Yeonjun just looks at her in wonder, before shaking his head and letting out a chuckle. “Damn, Baby, you’re really something else.” he says, and she can’t help but hold back her laughter. “I just—I fucking love you, you know?”

Now it was her turn to go slack-jawed. “What? Wait, you what?” she says, not sure if she heard him right.

He laughs at her reaction and shakes his head once again. “I fucking love you, Baby. I love you.” he says, and when she remains frozen in shock, he says “I just wanted to let you know, and I don’t want you to feel pressured to say it back, so you don’t have to.”

B nods, her tongue still caught in her throat as she tried to wrap her head around his words.

Yeonjun sneaks a quick peek at his phone. “Ah, I have to go, I have a video meeting with our Japan clients in 30 minutes.” When she remains silent in shock, he chuckles and bends down, planting a warm lingering kiss on her forehead. “My business thing will be starting at around 8PM, but I’ll try to ditch it early and if I’m lucky I can make it to the ball by 10PM, and I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’ll see you later, Baby. I love you.” he says, caressing her hair before turning away to leave.

As she watches him make his way down the stairs and get escorted into the car by his driver, she finally snaps out of her daze and feels herself smile.

“I love you too.” she quietly says into thin air, before she shakes her head, her cheeks hurting from smiling, before she closes the door behind her and prepares herself for a busy day.

•°•

That was 13 minutes ago.

Soobin sighs as he checks his phone one last time before he pockets it, his hands shaking as he does so. He holds his arms out as his sides and starts to flail them around vigorously, hoping to shake off the nerves. He takes a deep breath, stuffing both of his hands as deep as they could go in his coat pockets, and slowly counts to three before abruptly ringing the doorbell, holding his breath as he waits for a response.

“Soobin? Is that you?” B’s voice floats from inside the apartment.

Soobin forces himself to put on a smile, making sure to avoid tripping over his words as he says “Yeah, it’s me!”

“Hold on, I’ll be out in a bit!” she calls, and he hears some noises from inside the apartment, such as the sound of her running around and rushing to do whatever it was she was doing.

“Alright, take your time, I’ll be right here.” he says reassuringly, taking deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves. He was just a friend picking up another friend to go to the dance together…as friends. Why was he so nervous?

Wanting to appear as casual and calm as possible, he decides to take his phone out of his pocket and feign scrolling or typing, just so that he wouldn’t look pathetic when she opens the door.

Once he hears her footsteps approaching, he holds his breath, and when she finally opens the door, he tears his gaze away from his phone to greet her.

And he nearly drops his phone, his jaw nearly dropping along with it.

A petite goddess stood in front of him, illuminated by the light pouring out from her apartment. Her long hair was parted to the side and framed her face with loose waves. Her eye makeup was done with simple winged eyeliner and long curled lashes, her face glowed and shimmered with highlight and bronzer, but her lips were painted a loud and eye-catching red, accentuating the cute little cupid’s bow on her upper lip that made them look irresistible.

But what really made him nearly drop his phone was her dress and how good she looked in it. No, how good it looked on her. Her blue dress fell off her shoulders, the flowy fabric leaving her neck, back and shoulders bare, with delicate satin trimmings all over. Her gown had a modest empire waistline yet had a surprisingly daring slit that ran all the way up her thigh, with satin trimming once again added in to balance out the look. She paired the dress with a pair of strappy heels that crisscrossed around her legs until just below the knees.

“Okay, I’m ready, let’s go!” she says, not noticing how he was ogling her. “Sorry if I kept you waiting out here, I didn’t know it would be this cold.” she says, rubbing her arms with her hands.

It’s only when the freezing cold autumn breeze hits him when Soobin finally unfreezes, and he snaps into action, taking his coat off and offering it to her.

“Here, you can use this to keep yourself warm.” he says, and before she can refuse, he slowly drapes it over her bare shoulders, careful not to ruin her hair or makeup as he does so. “At least until we get to the car.” he adds, once he sees the hesitance on her face.

She nods her head and smiles up at him. “Thanks, Soobin. 5 minutes in and already I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have you as my date.” she says, and he prays that it was dark enough so that she couldn’t see him blush. “Well, as my last minute date at least.”

Soobin coughs, trying to conceal his red cheeks. “Right, um, let’s get going then.” he says, leading the way to the car. He offers to hold the ends of her dress as they make their way down the stairs, making her giggle, and once he opens the passenger door to his car, he offers his hand to help her easily slide into the car. He closes her door and quickly makes his way to the driver seat. He hears her sighs in relief as he shuts the door behind him, the car heater kicking in as he starts the engine.

“Oh, that feels nice.” she says, putting her hands up towards the vents to defrost her cold fingers. “Again, I just wanted to thank you for doing this, Soobin. I know you didn’t really want a date to the ball and that you weren’t really interested in taking any girl from school to the dance this year, but I hope you’re not too bothered with having me as your last-minute date.”

You’re the only girl in the entire school I wanted to take to the ball. Having you as my date is the only thing I’ve been dreaming of these past few weeks. I wouldn’t trade having you as my date for anything else in the world.

As all these thoughts flood Soobin’s mind, he simply smiles back at her and says “No problem, B. I don’t mind it at all.”

Her eyes sparkle as she beams at him then, happy with what he said, and just like that his heart rate started to speed up once again. Tonight was gonna be a long night.

•°•

“Say cheese!”

“Sir, could you lean in closer, maybe put your arm around him?”

“Sir?”

Beomgyu hastily puts his arm around Taehyun’s waist, pulling him closer to his side as they posed for the photographers at the entrance of the event hall. “Tyun, are you okay?” he whispers, shaking him slightly.

“I…I’m, um, I think I’m feeling a bit shy.” Taehyun finally admits, his eyes darting around the area, which was quickly starting to fill up with students arriving with their dates, presenting their tickets and getting in line to have their pictures taken by the photographers before entering the event hall. Beomgyu had picked him up from his apartment, being the perfect gentleman, and they had arrived at the dance a little early so that they could do a few last minute checks around the venue before most of the guests start to arrive.

Whenever he and Beomgyu were together, he simply felt happy. It was just the two of them, talking and laughing as they always did, except now there was some handholding and kissing in between. And when Taehyun asked Beomgyu to be his date, he was simply happy about the thought of going to the Fall Ball together. But now that they were here, together, as dates, Taehyun was starting to realize that he hadn’t exactly thought the entire thing through.

He didn’t think about the stares they’d be getting, or the confused looks that would come their way when people saw them together, or about the excited whispers that would start whenever people spotted them walking hand in hand. And now that he was seeing it, he was starting to feel shy. He didn’t know what it was like to be in a relationship, and frankly he wasn’t used to the attention that came along with it, especially since his partner just happened to be one of his best friends, and his co-student council member. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that the pair of them would receive so much attention, but Taehyun was surprised nonetheless.

Beomgyu chuckles. “You, Kang Taehyun, are nervous? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you nervous before.” he says, leaning in so close to whisper in his ear that Taehyun could feel his breath lightly tickling his neck. “Why are you nervous?”

“I guess I’m just not used to all the attention. I’ve never been in a relationship, so I don’t know how to act around you now when people are watching.” he says, his eyes catching random glimpses of stares aimed at them.

“Ah, of course it’ll come with a lot of attention, silly. Especially since you have me, the elusive and charismatic Choi Beomgyu by your side.” Beomgyu says teasingly, and that was enough to earn a small smile from Taehyun.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Taehyun says, feeling a bit more relaxed.

“And you’re adorable.” Beomgyu says, causing the younger boy’s cheeks to flush.

“Perfect! Hold that pose!” the photographer exclaims, seeing that Taehyun looked more relaxed and natural now. He quickly holds the camera up and points it towards them. “1,2,3, smile!”

As the flash goes off, Taehyun feels himself smile, and he feels Beomgyu’s arm around his waist tighten just a bit more before the photographer says “Excellent! Thank you, and enjoy your evening. Next!” signaling the end of their turn.

Taehyun lets a small sigh, feeling himself relax, as Beomgyu takes his hand and pulls him forward, finally stepping through the giant double door entrance and into the event hall.

“Wow, you guys really pulled out all the stops for this one.” Beomgyu comments as they take in the room. It was spectacularly designed with rows and rows of fairy lights hanging across the ceiling, with curtain lights lining the walls. The ceiling itself was barely visible as the entirety of it was shrouded with different fall flowers such as Dahlias and Begonias, with balls of autumn leaves hanging as well, some occasionally falling down and letting the room rain with autumn leaves.

“You mean we really pulled out all the stops?” Taehyun says, raising a brow. “Have you forgotten that you’re actually a part of the student council or do you really not pay attention during our meetings?”

Beomgyu laughs. “I do, trust me, but I didn’t know it would turn out looking like this! It’s amazing.” he says, still in awe.

Taehyun can’t stop himself from smiling, feeling a sense of pride. “I helped choose the flowers. Now let’s go find our table, the others might be waiting for us already.” he says, now leading them towards their assigned table, which was conveniently situated near the side of the event hall, closer to the stage and the side entrances so that they as student council members would have easy access to any backstage problems.

When they arrive at table 21, they’re surprised to see just 2 people sitting there. Soobin and a girl. The girl was sitting with her back to them, and all they could make out was that she had long dark hair that fell down her back in waves.

“Huh, is that Soobin? Who’s he sitting with?” Taehyun asks once they spot the table from 10 feet away.

“Maybe he caved and got himself a date at the last minute. I mean it’s not like it would be hard for him to find one on short notice.” Beomgyu muses. “I wonder who it is.”

Once they arrive at the table, Soobin’s face lights up as he sees them.

“Gyu! Tyun! You’re finally here.” Soobin says. “Take a seat, Kai and his date should be here soon too.”

Beomgyu raises a brow at Soobin’s smiley demeanor, but takes a seat nonetheless, but not before he pulls out a chair and offers it to Taehyun.

“Ah, you didn’t have to.” Taehyun says, though the pleased smile on his face betrays his words.

“Hush, shut up and let me be your perfect date. I mean, you’ve been dreaming of this for a year now, right?” Beomgyu says teasingly, laughing when Taehyun gives him an annoyed look.

“Soobin, seriously, I swear I’m gonna kill you for saying that.” Taehyun says, shooting daggers at the boy. But before Soobin could respond, his date turns in her seat to face the two boys, and their jaws drop as she does so.

“Yeah, remind me not to spill any of my secrets to Soobin either.” B says, coming face to face with Taehyun and Beomgyu.

“B?” Beomgyu asks, surprised. “Are you Soobin’s d—Where’s Yeonjun?” he stutters.

B laughs out loud at Taehyun and Beomgyu’s confused faces. “Oh, sorry, I guess we never got to tell you!” she giggles. “Um, Yeonjun’s dad forced him to go to this business party thing at the last minute, and I guess he sort of assigned Soobin to look after me. Until he gets here, at least, he said he’ll try to cut the party early so he can catch the end of the dance.”

Taehyun raises a brow. “Oh, what a shame.” he says, his words directed at Soobin. “How inconvenient is it that you’re stuck with Soobin as your date now.”

B nods “Luckily Soobinie’s very kind and he accepted, although I’m trying to be as less of a burden as possible.” she says, laughing as she rests a hand on Soobin’s arm.

“Very lucky.” Beomgyu says, smirking at Soobin behind B’s back. “I’m pretty sure Soobin won’t see you as a burden though, he is very lucky to have been blessed with the opportunity to have you as a date tonight.”

“Aw, thanks Gyu, you’re so sweet.” B says, looking at him in awe. “Tyun, is he always this sweet? You two are so lucky to have each other.” she says, looking between her 2 friends lovingly. When the guys told her the news, she was so happy she started to cry. After all those mornings she spent walking with Taehyun to school, she never would have imagined that he would have feelings for someone like Beomgyu. In the dynamic of their friend group, the 2 of them stood at opposite sides of the spectrum, yet they worked perfectly well together, like blue orangeade.

“I have to admit, the idiot has his moments.” Taehyun says rather lovingly in contrast to the nickname he had given him. “Speaking of idiots, where’s Kai? Shouldn’t he be here by now?”

And right on cue, Kai and Yuna come stumbling up to the table, both of them in a fit of giggles as they try to seat themselves, abruptly stopping once they noticed there was 1 empty chair.

“Hey guys, who’s not here ye—” Hueningkai starts, but once he sees B next to Soobin, his confusion further grows. “What’s going on here? Where’s Yeonjun?”

B and Soobin explain the situation once again, and Kai and Yuna nod understandingly.

“I never knew Yeonjun’s dad could be so harsh.” Yuna pouts. “I’m sorry about that, B. But hey, at least you’ve got another handsome guy to keep you company tonight.” she says, winking at Soobin. “Let’s try to enjoy it anyway, alright? And I’m sure Yeonjun will do anything to see you tonight.”

B nods in agreement, happy that she had her friends with her to keep her company. Maybe her night wouldn’t be a total bust.

Just then, Soobin holds her hand under the table, squeezing it comfortingly. She looks at him and sees him smiling at her. “Don’t worry, we’re right here for you.”

She beams at him and squeezes his hand under the table, entwining their fingers together. “Thanks, Soobin. Really. It means a lot to me.”

And just like that, she knew it was going to be a good night. With or without Yeonjun.

•°•

The night had kicked off with a bang. The council had hired a DJ and opened up song requests so that students could hear their desired songs along with personalized dedications all around the event hall, students from the Theatre club had been assigned by the student council to host the event. Designated different clubs within the school were tasked to present special numbers at hourly intervals throughout the night. The Theatre club had done a short improv scene, picking random students in the audience to participate, which earned many laughs from the crowd. The Photography club had been going around and taking polaroid pictures of the students. The Film club has been documenting the night on video and will be showing a short highlight reel by the end of the evening.

But now, it was the Jazzed club’s turn.

Soobin nervously walks across the stage, the spotlight trailing him as he makes his way to the center, adjusting the microphone stand higher to match his height before he starts.

“Hey guys, how’s everyone’s evening going so far? Is everyone having fun?” Soobin says, pleased with himself when the event hall booms with cheers from the crowd. “That’s good to know. On behalf of the student council, I’d like to acknowledge the participation of everyone here tonight and for everyone who couldn’t make it, without all of you, this event wouldn’t have been a success, so thank you.” he says, earning cheers from the crowd once again.

He flashes a charming smile as he continues. “I know that this evening has been a blast so far, but how about we slow things down a little bit…” he says, and right on cue the selected members from Jazzed club goes on stage and starts to prepare their instruments, which gets the crowd cheering again. “Coming right up, we have a special performance by MO Academy’s very own Jazzed club!”

Soobin takes the mic in his hands and starts to walk around the stage, approaching each person one by one to introduce them to the crowd. “Here, we have our student body’s precious Public Relations Officer, Kai Kamal Huening, tickling the ivories!” he says, putting a hand on Kai’s shoulder as the younger boy plays a few keys on the piano, making the crowd cheer.

He moves on to the drum set. “On the drums, we have Yoon Dowoon! Drop us a beat, please!” he proclaims, and Dowoon follows suit, showing off his skills.

“Isn’t he amazing, folks?” Soobin asks the crowd, making them cheer in response. “Next up, we have Nam Donghyun playing the Bass!” he says, motioning to the bassist as he plucks a few strings.

“On guitar, we have our student council’s very own Treasurer, Choi Beomgyu! Show us what you’ve got, Gyu!” Soobin says, dramatically doing a very bad air guitar impression in contrast to Beomgyu’s slow acoustic guitar. Soobin laughs as Beomgyu shakes his head.

“And last but not the least, our vocalist for the evening, the one and only Kang—” Soobin begins, ready to introduce Taehyun, until Beomgyu grabs the back of his suit, tugging him to his side as he quickly whispers in his ear.

“Taehyun can’t do it, he’s dealing with a crisis with the security team.” Beomgyu explains hastily.

“What! Who’s gonna sing then? Can you sing and play the guitar at the same time?” Soobin asks, trying to keep a smile on his face even though he was panicking on the inside.

“I don’t memorize the song, just the notes.” Beomgyu says. “But why don’t you sing? It’s not like you haven’t sang in front of an audience before. And you have no excuse not to sing, because you wrote the song.” Soobin couldn’t think of an excuse to get himself out of it, because Beomgyu was right. Soobin had been working on the song for a couple of months now, but he never intended on singing it himself, especially not in front of a crowd, and especially not in front of her.

Before Soobin can protest, Beomgyu quickly takes the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, our vocalist for the evening, the one and only Student Council President, Mr. Choi Soobin!” he proclaims, making the crowd cheer as Soobin practically chokes on his own saliva, taking the microphone back from Beomgyu.

“I—uh, yes!” Soobin says, quickly gathering his thoughts, not wanting to look unprofessional in front of the whole school. “Our first song tonight is a special composition by the Jazzed club! Composed by Kang Taehyun, and lyrics by Choi Soobin.” he says, letting the cheers from the crown die down before giving the band the go signal.

The lights dim as the song starts with a slow intro from the drums and the piano, and the spotlight focuses on Soobin as he starts to sing.

(ORIGINAL SONG: Look After you by The Fray) [some lyrics changed by author for story purposes] “If I don’t say this now, I will surely break As I’m staring, your hands I want to take I look on breathlessly, my knees they start to shake My heart has started to separate”

As he sings, he remembers all the moments he caught himself staring at B, and all the times she made his heart speed up just by looking at him, and all the instances where simply seeing her took his breath away, like when he picked her up at her place for the dance that night.

“Oh oh, be my baby oh Oh oh, be my baby And I’ll look after you.”

He sees her in the crowd then, sitting by herself at their table, her chin resting on her hands as she watches the band play on. Her eyes meet his and she smiles, giving him a small wave. He’s unable to stop himself from smiling back, his heart pounding in his ears.

“If ever there was any doubt My love, she’s looking at me Her smile gives me security Her love rings with clarity”

He’s watching her watching him now, her head nodding along to the gentle beat of the song, her eyes bright as she claps with the crowd and cheers him on.

“Oh oh, be my baby oh Oh oh, be my baby Oh oh It’s always have and never hold You’ve begun to feel like home, yeah What’s mine is yours to leave or take What’s mine is yours to make your own”

He wrote these lines after the night of Yeonjun’s birthday, when he saw her a crying drunken mess on the closet floor and realized that he would do anything for her. It didn’t matter if she was his best friend’s girlfriend or if she was the girl he was in love with, it didn’t matter if she was drunk and crying or sober and laughing. To him, he was B, one of the few people in the world he held closest to his heart, and he knew he would do anything for her.

“Oh oh, be my baby oh Oh oh, be my baby Oh oh”

As he sings the last lines of the song, he feels his face start to heat up as the audience begins to cheer louder, a bit shy now that he had sung his song in front of the whole school. Singing a song he wrote in front of the person he wrote it for was something he never anticipated he’d do, but upon seeing her eyes, as bright as ever, focused on his face, he would’ve written a million more songs and sang them all to her if it meant she’d look at him like that every time he did.

When the audience starts to die down and the couples on the dance floor start to return to their seats, he spots Taehyun running to towards the stage, waving his arms at Soobin, signaling that he was there and that he could take over.

“Ladies and gentlemen, that song was called ‘Look After You’ written by yours truly, composed by Kang Taehyun, and performed by MO Academy’s Jazzed Club. Let’s give another round of applause!” Soobin proclaims breathlessly, his smile widening as the crowd starts to cheer. He quickly motions Taehyun to come on stage, relieved that the younger boy was there. Soobin didn’t think that he could sing the rest of the songs on the setlist without any practice.

“And now, here to take us away with a voice as cool as the Fall breeze and visuals as refreshing as Autumn leaves, let’s give it up for Kang Taehyun!” Soobin announces, arm outstretched towards the boy who was now making his way across the stage.

“Thank you, everyone.” Taehyun says, smiling as he catches his breath. “We’ve got a great set prepared for you tonight, so grab your partners and prepare to swoon as we start with a song called Autumn Leaves by Ed Sheeran.”

When the next song starts to play, Soobin makes his way off the stage, his body still humming with adrenaline from singing his song on such short notice. As he makes it off stage and finds his way back to his table, he receives a few compliments and pats on the back from his fellow students, telling him he did a great job on the Fall Ball and gushing over how beautiful his singing was. He acknowledges them bashfully, his face heating up more and more by the second, until he finally makes it to his table, which was occupied by no one but B.

She starts to clap as soon as she seems him approaching, shaking her head in approval, legs crossed casually. “Wow, Choi Soobin. I’ve been told that you were a bit of a songwriting genius, but I didn’t know just how much of a genius you were until now. You definitely live up to your hype. Well done.”

“Oh stop it, you’re only saying that cause I’m your friend.” He smiles shyly as he takes his seat next to her, mindful of the absence of their other table mates. “Why are you alone? Where are our fellow table 21s?”

“Gyu, Tyun, and Hyuka are all onstage and will remain onstage for at least 5 more songs, and I’m guessing Hyuka’s date is off somewhere with Ryujin.” she says, referring to Yuna. “They invited me to hang out with them while you were all onstage, but I didn’t really feel like taking shots of the Tequila that they smuggled in at one of the bathroom stalls.”

“Is that what they’re doing?” Soobin says, raising a brow. “You do remember that I’m the Student Council President, right? Doing something like that could get them suspended!” he exclaims.

B laughs lightly. “Oh, I don’t think I could ever forget, Mr. President.” she says, wiggling her eyebrows at him. “And yes, I am well aware of that, but I trust that you won’t bust them anyway because although you have responsibilities, you’re not a fun-sucker either so as long as you trust that they know their limits, you’ll just be keeping a stern eye out instead of busting them.”

Soobin sighs. “You’re right, I guess you know me too well.”

B nods. “Yes, and I happen to know that you haven’t had the chance to break out some moves on the dance floor all night.” she says, exasperated. “C’mon, Soobinie, you should dance! I know you don’t have a date and I’m just a sort of last minute engagement, but you could ask literally any girl here to dance with you and I just know that they’d practically pee themselves with glee as they drag you to the dance floor.”

Soobin laughs. “That’s absurd.” he simply says, and she shrugs. It’s quiet between them for a moment, they watch the couples on the dance floor until the song comes to an end and a few of them make their way back to their seats while the others stay on the dance floor and give a round of applause to the Jazzed club.

“Thank you, thank you.” Taehyun says, his voice reverberating through the event hall. “Now for our next song, no high school dance would be complete without one of the most iconic high school prom songs in the cinematic universe of Young Adult movie adaptations. As seen in the Twilight saga, this is Flightless Bird, American Mouth.”

“B?” Soobin says, turning to face her as Taehyun sings the first line of the familiar song.

“Yes?” B asks, her eyes focused on the couples dancing in front of them.

“I know that I’m just a stand in until your real date arrives and that Yeonjun will probably be here before the Fall Ball ends, but do you wanna dance with me?” Soobin says in one breath. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, but I think it would be a waste if you just sit here all night. I mean, I’m not saying that your night will be a waste or anything or that you’ll just be sitting—”

B silences him by standing up and grabbing his hand, forcing him to stand up. “Like I said, Binnie. You could ask literally any girl here to dance with you and they’d practically drag you to the dance floor.” she says, beaming as she drags him through the throng of people until she finds a vacant spot near the stage.

“Didn’t you mention something about peeing themselves with glee—?” Soobin begins, but she shuts him up by putting a finger up to his lips, which catches him by surprise. He remains frozen as she guides his hands to her waist and she reaches up to rest her hands on his shoulders, her neck outstretched as she looks up at him.

“Just shut up and dance with me, Choi Soobin.” she laughs, which causes him to unfreeze and sway along to the music.

“You know you have 4 different names for me?” Soobin says out of nowhere. “You’ve called me about 4 different names just now.”

“What?” B asks, curious. “No way! How can I possibly have 4 names for 1 person?” she says.

Soobin bites his bottom lip thoughtfully before answering. “Well, you call me Soobin on normal occasions, Soobinie when you wanna ask for a favor so you act all cute, Mr. President for when you’re teasing me about anything school or council related, Choi Soobin when you’re either impressed by me or annoyed by me, and sometimes you call me Binnie, though I’m not sure why just yet.” he says. “Oh, that’s 5 names!”

B looks at him, incredulous. “Wow, I’ve never really noticed.” she says, amazed. “Anything else I should know about myself?” she asks teasingly.

Soobin stays quiet in thought for a moment before the words come pouring out. “You fiddle with your pens when you’re bored. When there’s something on your mind, your eyes dart all over the place as if you can see your thoughts out in the open. You make this face when you’re tired and cranky.” he says, his eyebrows pulling down and his cheeks puffing out as he pouts, mimicking her expression.

B chokes out a laugh. “No, I don’t!”

Soobin smiles at her fondly. “Trust me, you do! Um, what else? When you’re excited about something, your eyes sort of just light up and you practically bounce in your seat. When you’re nervous, you have a tendency to tap the tips of your toes on the ground. When you’re shy, you usually end up hiding your face with your hands—”

“So do you!” B interrupts.

“I know I know, let me finish!” Soobin laughs, his breath shaky now. “You’re a straw-biter, so you hate metal and paper straws cause they’re no fun for you to bite on but you use them anyway cause you wanna save the sea turtles. Your usual order at Kang’s café is a large peppermint mocha iced latte which you usually don’t end up finishing so you have it packed in a paper coffee cup and give it to the homeless man who begs right across the street along with whatever change you have in your pocket. When you’re happy, you sing out loud and your voice when you sing is soft and sweet and if I could, I’d record it and play it as a lullaby on nights when it’s particularly hard to sleep.”

B laughs, in awe of everything she was hearing, not noticing the way he was looking at her now. “My voice as a lullaby? It’d be like being serenaded by a banshee!” she exclaims jokingly. “What nights do you find it particularly hard to sleep, then? What causes your sleepless nights? Is it school? Is it stress? Is it a girl? When do you have sleepless nights?”

‘On nights when all I can think about is you.’ Soobin thinks to himself, but he just smiles at her warmly.

Before he can respond, the song ends, and the couples on the dance floor break away from each other and focus on the stage to cheer on the Jazzed club.

“Alright, this one’s for all those friends-to-lovers out there who were able to let love bloom from friendship, or for those who are still friends but would rather be lovers, this is your opportunity to get out of the friend zone!” Taehyun says, pointedly glancing towards Soobin. When he realized that B was with him on the dance floor, his eyes widened and he gave Soobin a wink, causing the older boy to blush. “This song is called Sweet Night by V.”

As the next song starts with a smooth acoustic intro, B turns to Soobin once again, not noticing how flustered he seemed to be. “Hey Binnie, you down for round 2? Or we could go back to the table if you don’t feel like dancing, I know you don’t like crowds.” she says, referring to them being in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by couples who were starting to get very close and intimate with each other.

Soobin looks at her and shrugs. “I wouldn’t mind dancing with you again.” he says, and her eyes instantly light up, causing his heart to flutter. He didn’t want to admit it, but slow dancing with her was a bit of a dream come true for him.

“On my pillow”

She smiles up at him, and he offers his hand with a flourish, causing her to laugh as she takes his hand in hers, once again positioning them on her hips before she reaches up to lay her hands on his shoulders as they start swaying to the music.

“Can’t get me tired”

B leans forward and closes the distance between them, burying her face in Soobin’s chest, and he could only pray that she couldn’t hear his heart pounding through his shirt. “Hey, Soobin?” she mumbles, her voice muffled.

“Hm?” Soobin responds, trying his best to control his breathing and regulate his heartbeat, afraid that she’d be able to hear it with her head pressed against his torso.

“Do you remember the night of Yeonjun’s birthday party? When I was crying on the floor and you saw me?” she asks.

“Sharing my fragile truth”

“Yes.” Soobin says. How could he forget? That night, he had let his walls down and let slip just a sliver of what felt like truckloads of emotions he felt for her. She had practically told him that she would have chosen him over Yeonjun if it were an option, and that the prospect of them being together wasn’t just a fantasy. “What about it?” he asks, as casually as he possibly could.

“That I still hope the door is open”

B sighs, keeping her face hidden from him. “It’s just, is there really nothing more that happened that night?” Soobin had to lean down to hear what she was saying. He didn’t know why, but she seemed to be hiding her face in his chest. “Ever since that night, I’ve been feeling a bit…different, I guess?”

“Cause the window opened one time with you and me”

Soobin gulps. “What do you mean? Different how?”

“Now my forever’s falling down wondering if you want me now”

“Well, I don’t exactly remember much to be honest.” B admits, her voice still muffled against his chest. “But I remember you and me sitting on the cold floor, I remember I was crying and that my heart hurt, I remember you being right beside me and leaning on your shoulder, I remember saying—”

“Saying what?” Soobin asks, wondering why she cut herself off so suddenly, and wondering where this conversation was going.

“How could I know one day I’d wake up feeling more”

‘Maybe it should’ve been you, Soobin.’ Her words echo again in her head. Ever since she had that dream, or rather that flashback, he had been feeling different. As if her heart and body remembered something that her mind didn’t about that night. “I remember saying that I felt hurt.” she says instead. “I dunno, I guess I just feel weird because I don’t remember everything. I’ve never been blackout drunk before, so it’s really strange for me.” she says, chuckling lamely at herself.

“But I had already reached the shore Guess we were ships in the night Night, night”

Soobin remains silent, not really knowing what to say. They simply sway to the music then, under the soft glow of fairy lights, with autumn leaves and flowers occasionally falling with every gust of the chilly autumn wind that blew into the venue.

“I'm wondering Are you my best friend?”

B did feel like she had been closer to Soobin lately. She didn’t know if it was because her childhood friend, Kai, had been busy with his relationship lately or if it was because Yeonjun was closest to Soobin. But she knew that ever since that night, she had been seeing him in a different light, as if she knew she could tell him anything and he’d bring her a sense of comfort no matter what the situation. She just didn’t know why.

“Feels like a river's rushing through my mind”

Soobin’s heart starts to race as he tries to figure out why she had suddenly brought up the topic of that night, and suddenly he feels guilty once again, remembering seeing Yeonjun’s lips crash against Rose’s. He felt his stomach lurch at the memory, but he knew he couldn’t tell B about it. It was Yeonjun’s responsibility.

“I wanna ask you If this is all just in my head”

B was starting to wonder if Soobin had felt a shift in their dynamic ever since that night as well. Did he see her in a different light after witnessing what a miserable drunken mess she was? Did he remember her telling him that maybe it should’ve been him, whatever ‘it’ was? Or has he always just been so caring and a good friend?

“My heart is pounding tonight I wonder if you are too good to be true”

Soobin looks down at B then, who still had her face buried in his chest, the fairy lights shining warmly above them giving her honey toned skin a gentle glow. As small flower petals continue to fall overhead, a few of them catch in her hair, making her look like some sort of ethereal goddess. She was too good for him, and too good for Yeonjun as well. He knew that.

“And would it be alright if I pulled you closer”

B’s hands fall from his shoulders and slip down to his chest. She finally looks up at him then and smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, it’s just that you’re so tall, and my arms were starting to get tired. Do you mind if I keep my hands here?”

“How could I know one day I'd wake up feeling more”

When her eyes meet his, Soobin could swear that his heart was leaping out of his chest and right into her hands, one of which was situated directly above his heart. He nods. “Yeah, it’s fine.”

They spend the rest of the song dancing in silence. She rests her head against his chest once again, her cheek squished against his necktie, and his hands slowly wrap themselves around her waist comfortingly.

“But I had already reached the shore”

Suddenly, Soobin feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns his head and nearly jumps out of B’s grasp once he sees Yeonjun standing there.

“Guess we were ships in the night night, night”

“Excuse me, but may I interrupt?” he says politely. Upon hearing his familiar voice, B’s head snaps up and her eyes widen as she sees him.

“Yeonjun!” she exclaims, jumping out of Soobin’s arms. “Y—you’re here.” she says, caught by surprise.

Yeonjun beams at her then. “Hey, Baby. I made it right on time.”

B looks between the 2 boys for a moment, hesitant, before she walks up to Yeonjun and gives him a hug.

“Glad you could make it.” Soobin says, patting the blue-haired boy on the back. “Cleaned up pretty nicely, too.”

“Are you flirting with me?” Yeonjun says teasingly, making Soobin roll his eyes. He gives Soobin a quick one-armed hug. “Thanks for taking care of my Baby for tonight, Soob.”

“Don’t mention it.” Soobin says, smiling at him. “You 2 enjoy the rest of the night, now. I’ll see you back at the table.”

Yeonjun nods at him, meanwhile B’s staring at him the whole time.

Before he turns away, she takes a step towards him and reaches for his arm.

“Soobin, wait.” she says, catching the sleeve of his suit.

He looks at her over his shoulder. “Yes, B?”

As his eyes meet hers, she feels her breath catch in her throat. She wanted to say something, but she didn’t know what. Her mouth opened to speak, but her brain couldn’t think of any words to say.

He tries to decipher the look in her eyes then, as if she was trying to tell him something.

After a moment, she releases his arm. “I just wanted to say, um, thank you. For tonight.” she finally says, smiling at him, though it didn’t seem to reach her eyes.

“No problem, B. The pleasure was all mine.” he says, smiling reassuringly at her before he turns and makes his way back to their table.

B feels a pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind, and Yeonjun rests his chin on her shoulder, whispering in her ear. “You wanna dance with me, Baby?”

She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a deep breath before turning to face him, painting a smile on her face. “I’d love to.”

As they start to dance to the next song on the setlist, Soobin sits alone at table 21 and watches.

And he didn’t know why, but that last lingering look she gave him was stuck in his mind.

•°•

Author’s note: Here’s part 1 of the Fall Ball! But the real fun starts at part 2, next chapter. Just wanted to drop this before TXT’s comeback.

Watch out for MINISODE 1: BLUE HOUR coming out today at 6PM KST!

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30 Klaine Headcanons Asked & Answered!

thanks for the request, @yas5416!

this is really long, but I’d like to think it’s a good time. I’m answering for my idea of present-day Klaine unless otherwise specified. great mix of SFW & NSFW headcanon prompts below the cut!

pls reply w any opinions on these!!

list is rebloggable here

SFW

1. Who cooks?

They both enjoy cooking and work well together in the kitchen. Kurt’s a stress baker, and he likes to try new recipes to challenge himself when he has the time, but Blaine is the one that throws together easy weeknight meals, and he also likes to pack Kurt a lunch when he has extra time in the mornings.

2. Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

Blaine’s a pretty clean guy, thanks to his private school upbringing. Kurt’s not messy, per se, but he is a bit more cluttered because he has more stuff. Kurt loves to organize, though, and he goes on organize binges every couple months when he’s stressed. He probably got really into the KonMarie thing, but didn’t really keep up with it. Kurt’s also a messier eater, growing up with Burt. Adding Finn into the mix, he quickly learned to eat fast if he wanted to get his fair share at the dinner table. Blaine’s a really neat eater, especially after moving past the cronut/cheese puff incident.

3. Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown?

Kurt, of course! He picked up a lot of car knowledge and has a pretty varied skillset thanks to growing up in his dad’s shop. He loves doing it, too. Especially because it turns Blaine on.

4. Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?

They bicker. Blaine tries. Kurt calls the landlord.

5. Who buys the groceries?

They go together. They make it a point to spend every Monday together, since it’s their dark night each week, and that includes grocery shopping. They make a little date out of it, probably get brunch beforehand or find a farmers market.

6. Going out to eat: Who pays? Who orders the most food? And who has dessert?

In high school, Blaine liked to pay for their dates. He ordered more food, but Kurt almost always went for something lighter to save room for cheesecake. Nowadays, their money all comes from the same place, anyway, but everything else still stands...but with a little less cheesecake, because Kurt’s metabolism ain’t what it used to be.

7. Would they go to the beach?

Blaine has definitely dragged Kurt to the beach for a weekend trip. Kurt grumbled about sunburn and sunscreen and skin damage the whole time, but he got to see Blaine tanned and shirtless, and he got to feel Blaine’s skin warm from the sun under his fingertips, so...

8. Who knows how to swim? Who doesn’t?

They both know how, but neither get the opportunity very frequently. When Blaine has the chance, he likes to swim for exercise. Kurt’s more of a floater.

9. Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go?

Neither of them are fluent in another language, but Kurt knows a good bit of French, and Blaine’s absorbed some Tagalog from relatives, though he can understand it much better than speak it himself. Kurt has tried to teach Blaine a bit of French, but somehow they always end up distracted...

10. Any pets? Or plants?

Kurt is a cat person, and Blaine is a dog person, so they compromise and get one of each. Kurt insisted on a low-shed, hypoallergenic dog, but somehow he doesn’t seem to mind it if the cat sheds. Blaine likes to take the dog for runs in Central Park.

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

They really like bathing and showering together when they have the time, but it’s more intimate than sexual for them, and it’s kind of a rare occasion because they like to take their time. They’ve tried shower sex, but they never really got the hang of it because it’s overrated, anyway. But they both really enjoy washing one another’s hair and taking care of each other. Blaine will surprise Kurt with a bath when Kurt’s working late, and sometimes Blaine will join him. Lots of bubbles.

12. Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?

In the early days, they were almost never quiet. They had so much to talk about. But as their relationship became more intimate, they both learned together to appreciate the beauty in silence and the closeness it can offer. Nowadays, they co-exist a lot, Kurt on his laptop and Blaine reading a book in the same room, or Blaine quietly playing piano while Kurt sketches new designs. They both talk a lot when they’re excited or passionate about something, and if one is excited about something, the other gets excited, too.

13. Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

Kurt tends to be an early riser, but Blaine likes to sleep in when he can. Blaine still tries to wake up early and make Kurt breakfast in bed every once in awhile, but he rarely succeeds in waking up first. On their days off, when they don’t have anywhere to go, Blaine’s a total koala and wants to cuddle all morning, so Kurt has to drag him out of bed. Eventually.

14. Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind?

They’re both high maintenance in their own ways, so neither really minds. Kurt is picky about the sort of food and products they buy, and he can be pretty short with Blaine when he’s stressed. Blaine’s the more high maintenance one when it comes to their relationship, though. He needs a little extra validation, a little extra love, but once they got married, Kurt finally understood what Blaine needed. He makes it a point to be affectionate in small ways, like frequent little touches and extra words of affirmation when Blaine’s stressed, too.

15. Vacation ideas: who decides them? Where would they go, if anywhere?

They don’t have much time to travel, and they typically use their few vacation days to visit Burt and Carole in Ohio. When they do have the time, though, Blaine likes to pick out spots for weekend trips, and then Kurt will plan the details. I can really see them spending a weekend or two in a cabin in Maine. They’ve got a bucket list mega-European vacation tentatively planned for some time in the future.

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1. How often do they have sex, if at all?

If at all. HAH! They both love having sex. Back in high school, they scheduled it to ensure they took advantage of as much empty-house time as possible. During college, they were able to freely have sex as much as they wanted, which ended up being at least something most nights. Nowadays, they schedule it again because they are both so busy, but staying physically connected is very important to both of them. It’s not so much scheduling to tick the box, but scheduling to make sure they take advantage of the opportunity as often as possible.

2. Who brings ideas? Who initiates?

Kurt brings most ideas to the table because truly, Blaine’s just happy to be there. Whatever pleases Kurt pleases him, too. He totally gets off on Kurt getting off. Blaine’s also always ready to get f’ed at the drop of a hat. He’s almost always been the one to initiate unscheduled sex, and though sometimes Kurt plays hard to get...he usually ends up caving.

3. Any kinks they clash on?

Kurt really doesn’t get Blaine’s whole bird thing, but he’s not mad about it.

4. Oddest place they’d have sex?

Other than some drunken make-outs at bars and a little bit of car sex, they’ve only had sex out of their living spaces once. They both fantasized about hooking up at McKinley, but neither were brave enough to do it. Kurt was slammed with work and school and they hadn’t had sex in over a week, which was an eternity for them. He was having a really rough shift at the Spotlight Diner one day, and when Blaine popped in for lunch unexpectedly, Kurt kinda snapped and just had to have him right now, Blaine. So he dragged Blaine into the storage closet and had his way with him. Buuuut they almost got caught, and it scared them enough to stay away from any repeat performances.

5. Favourite positions?

Blaine likes eye contact, so they usually have sex facing each other. When Kurt does bottom, he usually likes to ride Blaine. But when they go a little harder and a little faster, Blaine’s face down, ass up, and Kurt’s completely covering him.

6. Dom/top? Sub/bottom? Any switches?

I will die on the hill that Kurt is a primary top, and Blaine is a primary bottom, with an 85/15% split. Kurt’s pretty dominant in the bedroom, but not particularly to BDSM levels. Blaine really really enjoys pleasing Kurt and letting Kurt take whatever he needs from him. That’s what makes him feel loved and safe.

7. Genital headcanons?

Kurt’s got a pretty big dick. Blaine’s not small by any means, but closer to average. Blaine’s got that thicc ass, though, so y’know.

8. Favourite erogenous zones?

Kurt is really sensitive in general. The neck is a big erogenous zone for him, and his nipples are, too. For some reason, biting Blaine’s earlobe really gets him going, and his inner thighs are a big one, too.

9. Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?

Kurt gets really turned on by Blaine wearing his glasses, wearing sweatpants, curls flying free, just looking generally unkempt. He also finds Blaine to be really sexy right when he gets back from working out. Blaine’s pretty much always turned on.

When they lived in the loft, Rachel’s vocal warmups were an instant mood killer. Now that they live in their own place, there’s not much that comes between them and getting laid.

10. First to orgasm? Last to orgasm? Who comes the most? Does someone ever end up unfinished?

Blaine struggled a bit with premature ejaculation when they first started having sex because he was just so eager. Thankfully, he also has a pretty quick recovery time, so he can usually go twice. Kurt usually gets Blaine off once so he’ll last longer when Kurt’s actually fucking him. Kurt’s got pretty good stamina, so he’ll fuck Blaine until Blaine comes and then keep going because Blaine likes the feeling of oversensitivity and, again, Kurt taking what he needs from him. Also, when Blaine comes, he comes a lot. They don’t really have an issue with either of them not finishing, but Blaine had trouble finishing once or twice after they got back together because he was still feeling a lot of guilt about Eli and cried a lot during sex for awhile. I think about this too much lol bye

11. Favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?

Lots of “I love yous,” lots of kissing. Blaine gets in moods sometimes where he just wants to kiss every square inch of Kurt’s body and make him feel beautiful. Kurt usually gives Blaine permission to come, not as a kinky thing, but as an intimate gesture. “Come on, it’s okay, I’ve got you” kind of thing.

12. How are their afterglows?

Blaine is really, really cuddly. He just wants to gaze at Kurt and hold him and kiss him and tell him how much he loves him. Kurt likes the afterglow, he does, but he also really wants to shower after. But Blaine usually wins out, because who could resist?

13. Who’s loud? Who’s quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

Neither of them are particularly quiet, but Blaine’s more of a babbler while Kurt’s a moaner. Blaine’s an endless stream of “fuck, I love you, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Iloveyousomuch, fuck,” while Kurt is just moan-y. Kurt probably held back on the moans when they were first having sex, but Blaine encouraged him to be vocal because he gets off on knowing Kurt’s enjoying it. So Kurt moans now, pretty unabashedly but not too loud, with the occasional “fuck” and occasional “Blaine” in the mix.

14. Lights on or off? Do they look at each other? Or is someone embarrassed?

In the beginning, it was lights-off, gentle candlelight only, per Kurt’s request. He was a bit embarrassed about eye contact at first, but he got over the embarrassment soon enough. Blaine really likes eye contact.

15. Open or closed relationship? Do they sometimes share?

They absolutely do not share. They probably have one of those “celebrity freebie lists” where if they were approached and asked for sex they could go for it. Buuut...once they started becoming more successful, and that became anywhere close to realistic, they both decided to shut that down real quick. Kurt is for Blaine, and Blaine is for Kurt, and that’s all.

#this was super fun #sorry it's so long #it got away from me lol #I just have #a lot of thoughts #many things to say #i luv my klaine #and i luv thinking about them #and i luv thinking about them fuckin lmao #my analysis #my headcanon #klaine #klaine headcanon #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #kurt meta #blaine meta #klaine meta

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merakiaes · 3 years

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Hello ^^ I’d like to request a ship with male characters from Marvel, Witcher and Peaky Blinders pls.

I’m a female scorpio, I value quality time but also enjoy having time to myself, I’m an introvert but once you get to know me I’m more conversational. I don’t like just giving away info about me and it takes me a long time to build up trust. I love reading and comfort things like listening to music. I tend to worry a lot and am a rather impatient person. I don’t want children later on, I’m fine with being a cool aunt and having a bunch of dog children instead ^^ I value intelligence and loyalty but also willpower. I like to listen to sadish songs even when I’m happy. I hate weirdly textured foods XD I’m a feminist and an agnostic. I’m interested in acquiring random knowledge and want to have a giant home library one day. My love languages are quality time and acts of service. I’m a bit hesitant when it comes to physical contact at first but the more comfy I get with the person the more comfy I get with it. I hope there are at least some things to go off of, I’m terrible at putting my thoughts into writing 🥴

MARVEL

I ship you with Stephen Strange!

Like you, Stephen is also someone who enjoys being alone. It’s important to him to be able to take some time to himself and not be attached at the hip with his significant other twenty-four-seven. However, he is also one to value some quality time which, for the two of you, wouldn’t have to be any more adventurous than sitting in the same room reading your separate books. He definitely wouldn’t mind physical contact, but it’s also not something that he absolutely needs to survive, so again, he wouldn’t mind letting you set the pace.

Some might say that he’s an introvert like you are, while others would argue that he’s an extrovert. Personally, I think he’s an ambivert – that is to say, he’s both an extrovert and introvert, while simultaneously being neither. He doesn’t mind conversing with people he’s tolerable of about subjects he’s interested in, but he doesn’t mind sitting in silence, either.

With that said, he wouldn’t mind in the slightest that you’re introverted and guarded. He wouldn’t pressure you or try to dig into who you are and try to figure you out all at once. He’s just a very patient man in general and would know that, when the time is right for you, you’d open up to him a little at a time.

Stephen is, like you, a very big reader and also very fond of actively and frequently acquiring new knowledge so that’s just another thing you have in common. With his own collection of books, you’d just never run out of things to read and learn about and he wouldn’t be opposed, whatsoever, to the idea of you building your own giant home library.

Like you, I honestly don’t see him wanting children. He doesn’t seem like the type to have loads of pets, either, but he’s not impossible. Some good persuasion on your part might just sway his opinion on the matter.

His patience also makes you a great match in that you have very little patience of your own. While you’re an impatient worrier, he’s, as everyone knows at this point, very collected, patient, and composed, so he’d be more than capable of calming you down in stressful situations.

You say that you value intelligence, loyalty, and willpower, and I don’t see anyone better fit for you than Stephen Strange. You’d just make a great match!

THE WITCHER

I ship you with Geralt!

Just like with Stephen, you and Geralt share a lot of qualities.

He has more than a few skeletons in his closet and isn’t very fond of spilling his life story to people, not even people he deeply cares about. If you want to know something about him or his past, you really have to put in the work for it, he really has to trust you and it has to be his decision, and his alone, to tell you. So being guarded and hesitant of trusting people is not something you’re alone in, and because he knows what it’s like, he would be very understanding and unbothered of you needing time to trust and open yourself up to him.

As we know, Witchers can’t have children so the fact that you don’t want any would not put any strain on your relationship. On the other hand, though, Geralt loves the company of animals so having lots of pets wouldn’t be a problem.

He’s extremely loyal and intolerant of injustice, intelligent and has a will-power like no other. He values his alone-time, as well, and also just silence in general, so he would appreciate that your main interests (reading and learning) are such calm and silent ones. That would make quality time for you a lot easier since he’s not a very big talker. Some short, loving sentences every once in a while would be more than enough. Quality over quantity.

Being intimate is obviously, as shown in both the show, video games and books, something he’s not opposed to. BUT, I feel like being intimate through physical contact with a serious significant other wouldn’t be the most important thing if his other part had little to no interest in physical contact. Having an emotional and sentimental connection strong enough to form a serious relationship would be more than enough intimacy for him since that on its own is more than he’s used to, so no matter how much he might enjoy being physically intimate, he would never push a serious partner to do anything they didn’t want to.

PEAKY BLINDERS

I ship you with Tommy Shelby!

He’s definitely the kind of person who finds intimacy in knowing his partner’s deepest, darkest secrets and emotions, but he’s very patient in the area and would be okay with it taking the time it must. He would be in no rush, especially since it takes some work to get a peek into his thoughts, as well, seeing as he’s extremely guarded and naturally suspicious, himself.

He definitely loves physical contact, as well, but as we’ve learned through the show, he’s extremely patient when it comes to love. He would let you set the pace and happily accept you when you felt ready.

He’d love his children if he had any but ultimately, he would probably only have children I order to please his partner. He most likely wouldn’t bring the idea up, himself, so the thought of not having kids is not a thought that keeps him up at night.

He’s a man who would much rather focus on making a name for himself in the world of business and politics than be constantly occupied with a family so if he had kids, there would’ve been a pretty big risk of them not getting to spend as much time with him as a child should with their father, so just having a wife and pets would be more than sufficient for him. Especially since, blatantly, he likes animals a whole lot more than he does people. He has more than enough nieces and nephews and he’d have no problem settling to watch you with them instead of having a child of your own.

He prefers sad songs over happy songs, too, because the sadness he’ll feel when listening to sad songs is much stronger than the happiness he feels when listening to cheery songs. To him, that’s a good thing, because even if the feeling in question is a bad one, the strongest possible is the best as it hinders him the most from feeling nothing at all.

Everyone knows how much loyalty means to Tommy and the rest of the Shelby clan, and it’s no secret that he’s an intelligent and driven man. Nothing can make him stop fighting for his business and family.

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TIME COPS [loki fanfic]

NOTES: sup my dudes. this idea for this fanfic has been on my mind since the pictures of Loki as TVA agent were shown. my grammar is not very good my first language is not english but spanish. so if you see a mistake i’m sorry i’ll keep learning as i go. I hope you guys love this story and have a great escape as we wait for that loki trailer and new set pics!! any way enjoy!! Let me know if you want to be tagged for the next chapter!!. <3

SUMMERY: when a witch named sabina is partner with god of mischief to save what we call time. things can only get better or worse. in this case it can be the unknown.

WARNINGS: swearing, mention of blood, death and choking

**PAIRINGS: **loki x main character

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**CHAPTER ONE - THE OFFICE **

the cup of coffee that warms my hands and take sips of it as i look around what this people calls office. this place is insane. its like Costco warehouse in drugs. what they do here its not sales or marketing. this is something you see out of a movie

in each desk there was a person with a computer on which they had a case on. you would see them typing like maniacs. In a normal thinking you thought they were working on reports or run downs. But no. they were in fact saving time and keeping it in order. you may ask, where were they when thanos snapped his fingers and half of the universe turned into ash. well same question i have. and i did ask when i was questioned as when i was brought in. the respond that i got was a simple “time will tell”. All this time related shit is staring to annoy me. real hard.

I’m doing what we call in earth community service. i didn’t commit any type of crime whats so ever. i’m here cause the dick bag of my dad decided he was some type of thanos wanna be and tried to mess with dark power and messed up time. now, they couldn’t get there hands on him since he clothed himself so they got the next big thing, me. yay. iv’e never met the man, he left mom and me when i was three years old. not even a photograph i have. yet they think that i can be a tool on bringing him in. i personally don’t know were the accusing me of his crimes fits in you’re going to help us bring him in. but when you see the things they can do with just a wave of their hand. you will comply.

so i sit in my sad desk. my computer is shut down, they yet given me a case. it’s been over a month since been here. all i do is sip my coffee and see my surrounding, i can’t use my magic, the silver bracelet in my right wrist is the cause of that. well here i can’t use it. but in the ‘apartment’ they gave me i can. its the only time i’m bored to death. i only sleep 2 hours if i’m being honest, if i can find my dad faster than they can, then the faster i can get out here and forget all of this. I tried every location spell i know of memory and none were successful. the scars in my hand of the many times i had to cut my hand for blood its stupid. but you are forced out in the way i was and put here to listen and comply like a dog then you will too do anything you can to get out of here. what ever spell he used to hide is a really damn good one. but without my book of shadows theres not many things i can do.

right now it was 12 of clock. in which indicates lunch time. theres a cafeteria were all the employe’s go to eat lunch. i for one enjoy going to lunch. its the onetime where i’m not bored. plus in the month that i have been here i have made a friend. Carlos is a tan guy with brown eyes and hair with glasses. he is funny and occasionally a little paranoid. he was the only one who sat with me in my fist day here. now we laugh about the stupid things people do here and all. the good gossip about who had sex with who.

i sit down on my usual table and Carlos comes with his tray of food. “hey sab, how was you’re day is going”

I sigh and start playing the jello i had in my cup. “same old same old. bored to death and no case it all. you know i’m starting to think that all of this community service is a bunch of bullshit. how can you not made me do anything but drink coffee for a whole month.”

Carlo nods “it is fishy. did you ask commander about it?”

“i did and he said. that soon he will have a task for me and that for now enjoy my free time. whatever that means.”

commander was like the manager here. he orders us around and set the missions or cases. he was the one who questioned me when i got here. blue eyes blonde hair and pedo mustache. the boss, is unknown. no ones knows who he is, or has ever seen them only commander.

Carlos looks to his sides and leans over the table “ I wasn’t going to tell you until i confirmed it was official. but what you just said confirmed it. that soon can be as early as tomorrow. I heard from special forces they have a big mission two hours from now. the orders is to maintain and obtain. and according to my friend what ever they obtain there going to give it to you. its something about you have some same abilities like the thing there were going to obtain”

i lick my lips “ are you sure about that”

he nods. whatever they were going to obtain was magical for sure. something that has same abilities as me? what that could possibly be.

“then i guess i have to prepare” i say as i take of spoonful of the jello and eat it.

“sab please promise me that you will actually sleep more than two hours. you will need you’re strength for whatever this is.” carlo pleads.

i shake my head. “I can’t promise you that. I’m going to do one last location spell with a combination of a reverse cloaking spell. I think this time will work”

“can’t you do that the day after tomorrow. you need to sleep sab and to top all you will need use you’re magic for whatever their going to give you. if you don’t have strength you could die of that over using power” he worries

“don’t you think i know that. I have studied this since i can talk. i know what i’m doing. I need to do this tonight, i don’t if i’m going to be able after they give the task. I promise after this no more.” i take his hand and squeeze it. he cares for me and i for him. he’s the only person who has helped me here. Carlos is like brother to me people like him don’t come often.

“you better sab. I worry for you and you know that” he says with still worries in his eyes.

I smile and let of his hand. “ I know”

**At the apartment **

i sit down at the floor with candle’s around me and map of the world infront of me. i take a knife and slide it across my palm as i let the blood drip on the map, i close my eyes and start my chant. Phasmatos Tribum Nas Ex Veras, Sequita Saguine, Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous .

i open my eyes and i see that my blood has not moved it all. I shake my head and try again but the form with of the cloaking spell. I close my eyes once again i take a deep breath and start to chant once again _Phasmatos Tribum Nas Transmata Evo Notus Victus, Pellis Tinctura, Invidium Cala Mactus Sequita Saguine, Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous _

once again i open my eyes and i see nothing has happen. “AHH” I yell as i trow one of the candles against the wall. i have tried everything i know by memory. if i can’t find him with my own blood how in the hell they are going to find him. I’m tired of being here. its sad and dark. No windows, only a tv and two rooms a bathroom and a kitchen. i miss my grandma, i miss my life. i’m being used like pawn until they find use of me. I hate it. I hate it so much.

i get up from the floor to walk over to bathroom and clean the new wound i have in my palm. as i clean the cut i start to think what they could have in store of me in just of couple of hours. if carlos was right and this thing was magical it could help me locate my dead beat of a dad. maybe. i take a towel and dry my hands. I look over to the clock on the wall and it reads 1am. at least i will get five hours of sleep this time...

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in the morning

when i woke up, I sit up my bed and looked my self in the mirror. I am tired, but so tired. Carlos was right. I couldn’t have done that spell i’m way too tired. I walk over to closet and i start putting on the ugly ass uniform they made us wear. who ever told this people that a tie and cream shirt was formal needs to choke on their own spit. I brush my hair and clean my teeth. I move over to the kitchen were i make my self some coffee.

I hear a knock on my door. I sigh and i walk over to open the door. that knock means that it was time to go to “work”. every morning a suit up guards comes here and escorts me over to the office. honestly i don’t mind it. kinda feels like i’m beyonce or something.

i open the door. “ hey Greg. what’s up” i say taking a sip of my coffee

greg smiles and “come on, the commander has a task for you”

I tilt my head. “really?” he nods. “yea, so hurry up.”

I nod my head and close the door behind me. Greg was cool. he’s like the bodyguard type like in the princess diaries that kinds feels like a dad figure. also on Fridays he lets me sleep in an hour extra so he’s tight.

when we arrive to the office and escorted to the commanders office. I open up the door and walk in. the commander looks up to me and smiles.”good morning Sabina. I want you to meet you’re new partner. Mr. Odinson”

I look over to the chair infront of the desk to see a man stand up and turn around to great me and when i saw that man give that smile, i knew.

it was the bitch who destroyed mahattan.

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see you next chapter!!! love you bu’s!! <3

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vvoozi · 5 years

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Seunghun As Your Boyfriend

pairing: kim seunghun x reader (gender neutral, if I accidentally slipped up and used non gender neutral pronouns pls tell me so I can fix it)

request: bullet point seunghun as your boyfriend please??

i hope you like dogs bc you’re basically dating a gigantic puppy

ok that wording was a bit weird lmao but i mean,, he really is a gigantic puppy

he’s literally the sweetest, cutest, most loving boyfriend ever

you catch him staring at you at least 4 times a day

i mean, he makes no point in hiding it either

“hey babe, do you want a strawberry cupcake again or do you wanna try a different one today?”

“...”

“...babe?”

“hm what?”

“you were staring again.”

“no i wasn’t”

“ok so what was my question then?”

“..............i might’ve been staring again.”

he just thinks you’re the most beautiful person to have ever walked this earth!!

if you’re insecure about your looks he will not hesitate to constantly remind you that you look amazing the way you are until you start to believe it yourself

but if that doesn’t help, he’d sit you down and talk about what you can do to make sure you’re comfortable in your own skin

cue the weekly gym dates

if you’re confident tho, he’s gonna be your biggest hype man

can and will throw the cheesiest, dumbest pick up lines at you

“ohhhhhh, look at my beautiful baby!”

“damn is it hot in here or is it you?”

but this relationship isn’t a one way street

idk if yall remember but during [redacted] era he constantly said he knew he wasn’t good enough, said he’s never once looked in the mirror and thought he looked handsome

so your boy is in need of some tlc too

and you have no problem telling and showing him

“what has two thumbs and the best main vocalist in kpop as their boyfriend?”

“oh my god don—“

“this one”

begs you to stop doing that in front of his members because he’s highly embarrassed

but he secretly loves it anyway

he’s a clingy baby

doesn’t care about any possible watchers

ok not like that but I could be persuaded into writing that 👀

will hold your hand, wrap himself around your frame, kiss you in public without a care in the world

will also do all of those things in front of the boys, much to their dismay

doesn’t get jealous of anyone except hyunsuk bc you baby him more than you do your boyfriend because he trusts you and knows there’s no one you love more than him (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

also doesn’t get jealous of people looking at/flirting with you

honestly, he just goes “yeah that’s fair” bc like I said he thinks you’re the prettiest baby ever

if he notices you getting uncomfortable with someone flirting with you

or if someone truly doesn’t get the hint that you’re not interested and have a boyfriend

he will step in

he’s built like thanos a big guy, could easily tower over most people

8/10 times he’s had to step in for you, they scurried off before he even opened his mouth because he looks that scary, apparently

tries to keep a straight face until they’re out of sight

and then immediately breaks out of character and gives you the cutest smile

you know which one I’m talking about, that big ass eye smile of his

god I love him so much

ok I know I’ve said this a million times already;

but he genuinely, truly loves you more than anything

except

he loves your dog a tiny bit more if you have one, let’s say you do for the sake of the fic

you have to fight your dog for your boyfriend’s attention more often than not

sometimes he comes over late at night, not because he missed you,, but because he missed your dog

has asked you to bring your dog on dates before

it didn’t end well

“hey babe, do you think you can bring noodle idk man with you for our date saturday?”

“...”

“babe? :(“

“You can no longer text this number.”

*dming you on instagram* “DID YOU???? BLOCK MY NUMBER?????”

“MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED PAYING MORE ATTENTION TO MY DOG I WOULDNT HAVE TO”

“😔”

“who are you dating? me or my dog?”

“I—“

lmao anyway

skip to the ☼ ☼ ☼ if you’re under 18 and/or not comfortable with smut

slow, passionate lover

definitely more of a giver

just wants you to feel good

but definitely wouldn’t say no if you wanna return the favor

still, he cares more about your pleasure than his own

i feel like he’s neither a dom or a sub, but would be okay taking either of those roles if you’re the opposite does that make sense lol

he’s a switch I guess??

one day he’s languidly playing with you underneath a blanket during movie night with his members

the next day he’s begging you to let him cum while you’re riding him

not opposed to trying out kinky stuff but nothing too extreme

☼ ☼ ☼

he’s so full of energy

your dates range from karaoke nights, to going to amusement parks, to hiking with your dog

introduces you to his mom fairly quickly

he loves his mother more than anything so her opinion means a lot to him

but he was smitten with you from the moment you met and is sure his mom would be too

she is, uwu

you and his mom hit it off immediately

and so monthly tea dates with his mom become a thing

seunghun’s not sure whether to be happy you get along with his mom so well, or sad because he’s never invited to them

ok idk how to end this

pls love him lots

he deserves the universe

can you tell he’s my ult of ults?

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ladyalice101 · 5 years

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jonsa fic recs

alright, i’ve had a couple requests for recs, so here is my list. these are all fairly recent fics, all written this year i think. all of them are from my bookmarks on ao3, but i picked the recent ones which are my god-tier recs, my oh-my-god-i-love-this-so-much-i-think-i’m-going-to-die, the ones i reread. they have very little in common, but if you don’t find anything on here that tickles your fancy, then feel free to check out my bookmarks. i have just over 100 on there, and every single one on there are fics that i think are absolutely phenomenal.

for @abi117 @why-cant-i-be-careless and @orangeflavoryawp

canon divergent

Victory by moutainsbeyondmountains. one-shot, 5489k.

“You won already, Your Grace,” Tyrion said mournfully. “Enjoy your victory. There are no lands left to conquer. And there are no more dragons.”

if you read no other fic on this list, read this one. seriously. it’s d.ny pov, and glorious. genuinely, i couldn’t give this high enough praise. i reread this A LOT. like, a lot a lot. i could probably quote this fic.

I Want Something so Impure by @asilentfrenzy. one-shot, 10166k.

“You have caused this, you and your queen. You allowed her to speak to me that way, allowed her to order my obedience in my own home as if I’m to be her new dog to train. I am the Lady of Winterfell, and your inbred aunt has no right to-”

“Aye, you are the Lady of Winterfell,” he growled, his eyes flashing with an added flame of fury at the mention of the woman’s newly found relations to him. “The same Lady of Winterfell who not too long ago advised me to be smart, yet it seems that you can’t follow your own advice.”

“Be smart,” she repeated, filling her face with a look of mocking humor. “By kneeling? By allowing her to seize my title and command my people? Perhaps I should offer her these chambers as well. Better, I’ll just offer them to you again, seeing as I’m sure you’ll be sharing a bed. Shall I fuck her as well? As I want to be just as smart as you, Jon.”

so if you couldn’t tell from the summary, this one is sassy af. it features darkish/dominant!jon, which is my jam, and is pretty much just 10k of smut, which is also my jam.

it’s a small crime, and i’ve got no excuse by mxash. 5/5, 8214k.

“did you see her?” sansa snarled, a hand come to pull at his collar, pulling his mouth down only hairs from her own. “your targaryen queen has dressed as though she was a whore to catch your eye.” jon smirked as she bit his lip. what was this? dany had almost recoiled in her disgust and shock, but she hadn’t been able to pull herself away from the horrific sight. my lover and his own sister.

this one serves some dark!jonsa realness, and it deserves more comments/kudos. it is written entirely in lowercase, but don’t let that distract you. the characters are dark, and devoted, and who doesn’t love d.ny catching jon and sansa fucking? seriously, this one is a must-read.

Dark in Bloom by @orangeflavoryawp. oneshot, 8304k.

"His gravity wavers, the axis of his world tilted to the measure of her lips." - Jon and Sansa. The stain of desire bleeds slowly between them.

yeah orange, i’m reccing one of your own fics to you. seriously though, this is just like ... mindblowing. i cannot overstate how much i love this one. i literally will just randomly remember it sometimes, when i’m just going about my daily business, and i’m like “shit, that fic by orange was a masterpiece. love it.” so, yeah, if that doesn’t tell you how much i love it, then idk what will.

what i’m asking by @amymel86. oneshot, 1173k.

"I'm not here to talk about that," Theon says, setting off another, thankfully smaller coughing fit. "I'm here to talk about Sansa."

Jon can feel the blood drain from his face. "Is she ill?"

Theon shakes his head, lifting his eyes to Jon as he coughs into his fist. "No," he finally says, his lungs giving him a small reprieve. "The Queen is in her prime. Which is why you are needed."

okay, ya’ll obvi know of amy. she writes so much fantastic fic. but i feel like this one kind of flew under the radar? which is a CRIME tbh. this fic was so ... it was so heartbreaking, but in the best way. it’s not that divergent from canon, bc the main thing that is truly different is that theon lives. seriously love this fic.

A Toss of the Coin by Paige242. one-shot, 3793.

Years after the war, the Queen in the North and the pardoned Queenslayer welcome their first child. Old traits emerge, and Jon worries about this Dragon in a den of Wolves.

ok, so this is a future fic where jon and sansa married. i don’t even know how to describe this one. it isn’t jonsa focused, but that doesn’t make it any less brilliant. it is so unique, and i’m yet to read another fic that explores the idea of one of jonsa’s kids inheriting some targaryen madness. there IS a part two, which was just as amazing. pls do yourself a favour and read this!

Choose by @esther-dot. oneshot, 5630k

“I know the cost of our loves. I know too well how they fall on the scale, one outweighing the other. I know what you tried to tell me. I know.” She was looking at him now, and he was afraid, but he would say the words that he had been unable to silence. “I never had the chance to choose you, but I would. I would choose you every time.”

THE DIALOGUE IN THIS IS INCREDIBLE. i just reread this to try and find my fave quote, but i actually can’t even pick. there are just so many amazing conversations, between sansa and jon, sansa and d.ny, arya and jon .. ugh, the list goes on. love this, please read.

Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge by alltheshinywords. one-shot, 3187k.

Post 8x03, slightly AU. Tormund and Jaime inexplicably find themselves becoming matchmakers when they notice a certain chemistry between Jon Snow and Sansa Stark. Extreme fluff and silliness.

this one is the least angsty on the list, and honestly it’s just such a good time. i remember reading this while s8 was airing, and honestly it was just so light hearted that i laughed out loud several times, despite being heartbroken over what happening in the show.

canon, but alternative universe

leave behind a love story by aetherae. one-shot, 9562k.

Maybe if things had been different, they wouldn't be like this. They would be worse.

ok, so, despite the summary, i naively went into this expecting a happy ending. yeah, so, no. however, this was one of the most interesting fics i’ve read in a while, because each universe it explored was so different to the ones i usually see floating around. and the writing was SUPERB.

i fell in love with a war (and nobody told me it ended) by mountainsbeyondmountains. one-shot, 18752k.

In which the North and the South have been at war for years, and Sansa unexpectedly finds herself on the run with a certain Targaryen bastard.

this is an avatar/bender au, and it is GLORIOUS. after i read this, i promptly devoured every other fic this author has written bc i loved it so much. the bending is just a backdrop to the amazing enemies-lovers this fic delivers.

modern au

Fuel and Fire by @zarahjoyce. currently 4608k, 4/?, WIP.

"You see?" Sansa says, smiling now. "If you really have to have a room far away from me, seems like you need to move into a different hotel." As an afterthought she adds, "Or to another planet."

"Bet you'd just love that, wouldn't you?" Jon asks her.

"Loads," she snarls.

He takes a deep breath, all the while just looking at her.

Truth be told Jon will give anything in the world to be able to just-- just--

Jon and Sansa, and all the tropes applicable to them.

All. The. Tropes.

ok so zarah in general writes AMAZING fic, they’re always so creative and inventive and i’m always genuinely shook by the fic they write. but like, this one is the god tier one BC TROPES.

when we kiss: mmmm, fire by @dancemajicdance. 8/8, 39705k.

Sansa might be seeing someone casually, but thanks to Arya, Robb, and Theon, it’s Jon who’s got the inside track on how to get Sansa to take him seriously.

aka: the one where jon finds out that sansa has a daddy kink, and he uses it to seduce her away from the dating scene and into his arms, heeeey-oh!

yes yes, it’s a daddy kink fic, and it’s fucking glorious alright. if that’s not your thing though (even though i’m pretty sure this fic is EVERYONE’S thing) then please, for the love of god, check out the rest of their stuff on ao3. you won’t regret it. even though they don’t write much jonsa anymore, the prolific contributions they HAVE made will go down in history as some of the best jonsa ever written imo.

As Long As We're Going Down by @alienor-woods. 9/12, currently 42228k, WIP.

Four years after Stannis Baratheon wins the Battle of the Blackwater, Sansa Stark finds herself summoned back to King's Landing to serve as a bridesmaid at Crown Princess Shireen's wedding. When King Stannis tries to marry Sansa off to his illegitimate nephew, Edric, she thinks quick and tells him she's already married--

--to her bodyguard, Jon Snow.

i actually don’t know how to explain how much i love this. it’s written so beautifully, and it’s so realistic and just ugh. read it. the adaption to modern royalty is the best i’ve ever read, and the characters are very raw, and very realistic. (also, yes, the characters have gotten together at this point in the story, in case you were scared of committing to a wip without the satisfaction of some hot and heavy scenes).

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa fic #fic rec #jonsa fic rec #actuallyjonsa

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whumpqin · 4 years

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The Party, Part Two

This is very long and if you look hard enough, you can see my actual tears on this. But, regardless of the length, I put a lot of effort into it! Hope you’ll enjoy :)

CW: Modern slavery, creepy/intimate whumper(s), group whump, public whump, collars, pet whump, dubcon mention, conditioning, brainwashing, touch starvation, noncon touching, dubcon kiss on the forehead, flashbacks, knives, bleeding, punching, hot wax torture, waterboarding, electric shock, begging, whipping, cigarette burns, and maybe other things I have forgotten! message me if further tagging is needed

Taglist! @spiffythespook

@ashintheairlikesnow‘s Karen is vaguely, VAGUELY eluded to in this!

Word Count: 8,826

The party was in full swing at 7 o’clock PM, most of the guests arriving just on time fifteen minutes before. Quickly the ballroom had filled, the guests enjoying what Emerson had made of the room. It was easy to pick out who was new and who wasn’t, the former looking around before settling into a corner while the latter found whatever was comfortable and raised their voice above the clamor of so many people.

Everything was so loud. The voices of the crowd while they laughed and joked to each other, the sound of footsteps, of heels, if he wasn’t trying hard enough it was easy to get lost in the noise. Emerson was quickly beginning to feel overwhelmed, wishing briefly that he didn’t have to hear any of it at all. He reminded himself that this was just the prelude of what was to come, and that the silence would be so, so much more worse than the noise.

He served drinks at these parties like always. It was what he was supposed to do before the main event of the party in an effort to show off the merchandise - show him off. Master Henrick told him to put on a smile and be polite to the guests so that they might be more interested in buying more requests.

Emerson couldn’t resist feeling so nervous against all of the eyes staring at him, at his collar, at them knowing what he was.

He kept his hands from shaking as he weaved between people, kindly offering drinks to Master Henrick’s guests with a forced smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. The guests’ eyes all drifted over him carefully, hungrily, as he bowed his head and slipped away before they could touch him. That, of course, wasn’t allowed. As it was, their gaze told him all he needed to know, how unsafe they were. A threat. He wasn’t sure where the thoughts came from, but he was thankful that he could read people’s stances well enough to know to leave.

The feeling that prickled underneath his skin still remained however, stopping just at the feeling of the dog collar that Master Henrick had put on him, seeping into the elegant gold metal that had his name etched into it. He didn’t want to be here, but it was requested of his Master. He must always listen to his Master.

Emerson drifted to the next group of people like he was weightless - and part of him very much felt weightless - upon noticing that one of them didn’t have a drink in her hand. He offered wordlessly, forcing that same smile on his face as he looked her in the eye. Polite, but only just. Her gaze drifted over him, down his shoulders and torso and then back up to the collar that hung like a thick metal chain against his neck. He could tell that she knew how tense he was, from the way she paused upon looking at the tray.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing,” she cooed, voice soft as she reached a hand forward to caress his face. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in person, yet.”

“Pl-please, ma’am,” Emerson said with enough thickness in his voice that his fear was easily heard. There were just so many people, and all their eyes briefly flicked to him once he spoke. “Wait until the show to touch me.”

“Oh, well, I thought you might need a little comfort. You look like you’re amidst wolves, not friends!” It’s because I am, miss. The woman took the drink from his tray while her other hand moved up to touch his hair. It took nearly everything Emerson had in him not to lean into the comforting touch. “You should relax, darling. You’re plenty safe with us.”

“Still, ma’am. If you want to touch me, it requires payment in advance.” His voice came out strained, and he was sure that the woman didn’t hear him.

“Oh, I’m sure Mr. Alexanders wouldn’t mind me looking at his dear pet, would he? Let’s get a look at you.” Her hand perched on his chin, tilting his head to the side.

Emerson swallowed, forcing his gaze to remain soft. Remember to be polite to our guests, Em. I don’t need any of that attack dog bullshit that you’ve got in your head. Just you and your body.

“You are right, ma’am. Master Henrick does not mind. I… I’m flattered you are so willing, but please inquire with him about touching me.” Fingers danced over his skin, and thoughts of she’s a threat and need the touch clouded his head, long enough for the woman to slip her hand against his throat.

Emerson’s eyes flashed open. No one but me gets to do any real damage to you. That’s like giving away ownership, isn’t it?

“Ma’am, stop,” he said, grabbing her wrist and drawing it away from his neck. “In order for the merchandise to be touched like this, it requires payment. If you wish to do anything more, please direct your focus to my Master. I’ll come with you, if you’d like.”

Those worse came out more confidently than his other ones, a practiced phrase in case something like this happened. Master Henrick gave him the words so that he could weaponize them against the guests, Emerson’s only defence against them. He was thankful for his Master being so possessive.

He was also thankful that Orifel wasn’t here to listen to how he talked about himself.

Orifel stayed upstairs, sleeping in a room that is locked with a special key that only Master Henrick has, denying access to any of the guests and Emerson. But Orifel was safe, and that at least was something that could be agreed upon. Master Henrick and Emerson both hated sharing, hated the idea of the guests looking at him in the same way they did with their “merchandise”.

The woman’s lips pursed as she shifted her weight to her other hip, looking him upon and down as she considered his words. Deciding if he was worth paying the extra money to touch him. Emerson hunched over just slightly so he didn’t seem so tall to her. Submissive and pliant, ready to do what she asks of him.

She finally clicked her tongue. “Fine, come on then. We have some payment to discuss, hm?” She reached forward and grabbed his wrist, pulling him forward through the crowd. Her cohorts followed close behind, though Emerson couldn’t catch all of their gazes as he struggled to keep up with the woman’s unreasonably fast pace, especially considering her high heels.

Heels that clack against the floor, signaling a fate that would be worse than death. He does not remember her and he does at the very same time-

Emerson forced his head to rise above the crowd to see Master Henrick up ahead, and his heart leaped into his chest at the relief. He was talking to what seemed to be his business partners - people he had seen around the house more than once, who were always wearing those fancy suits and ties. They always looked like they had somewhere important to be.

He remembered Ori calling them Shadowmen, because all they do is follow Sir around, because he’s the most important one. If he wasn’t there they probably wouldn’t know what to do! And he feels the ache over wanting to hear his voice again.

Henrick was much more put together than what he had seen this morning, tousled hair now slacked back into its regular, formal style. He had changed suits too, now wearing all black with a red tie to match. It hides the blood better from my experience, Emerson recalled him muttering before.

It was much different than Emerson’s own simple clothes. Simple dark jeans and a nice, halfway buttoned shirt. His shirt was supposed to be buttoned all the way, but a wayward guest decided that he “needed a little air”, and caught him before he could get away from them.

“Mr. Alexanders!” the woman called, immediately stopping the conversation in progress as she walked right up to Master Henrick. Emerson couldn’t stop the gentle glare in her direction at the nerve of interrupting him in a most-likely important conversation. Had he done the same, he would have gotten a whip across his back or worse.

“Yes, Miss Whitfield?” Master Henrick answered back in a similarly formal tone, an echo of tenseness to signal his annoyance. His brown eyes settled on Emerson, drifting over him slowly as they assessed the damage that the guests had done to him so far.

“Your pet mentioned that I could pay for his… company, until the show started. How much is it?” Miss Whitfield drew a finger across Emerson’s cheek, and he leaned into it without thinking. “I would very much like to have him around. I’m sure my compatriots would as well.”

Master Henrick’s eyes twitched. One of the Shadowmen opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Master Henrick’s hand as it was held into the air.

“One moment, Irvin. I’ll get back to our discussion, I promise.” He lifted a hand, crooking his fingers towards him as he stood. Emerson wriggled his hand out of Miss Whitfield’s grasp and stepped forward into the hand. “Emerson, you’re already a mess. Can’t you keep it together for just an hour?” His voice was playful, as Master Henrick buttoned his shirt back up and carded a hand through his hair, lovingly piecing him back together enough to be presentable. Everyone watched in silence, the simple act of possession as Master Henrick placed his hand on Emerson’s shoulder and flipped him around, tightening his fingers around its perch. “Payment is upfront, I hope you brought your money with you, madam. It’s 500 dollars cash per person that plans on touching him. And trust me, I’ll know if someone who hasn’t paid has touched him.”

Master Henrick tilted Emerson’s chin up, moving his gaze over to Miss Whitfield and her group. A wordless command to look at their faces and memorize those who were about to pay and to watch for those that didn’t.

Miss Whitfield stared them down for a moment, finally taking a moment to look at her small group. One of them flicked their heads away, and she sighed. “Let me discuss with my partners.”

She then flipped around and led them away into the crowd, likely to find a nice space to count their money or relax for the evening. Emerson hoped it was the latter.

He couldn’t deny the satisfied feeling in his chest as he was drawn backwards and down into Master Henrick’s lap. The fear that he carried was replaced with comfort as familiar hands ghosted over his skin. Lips pressed against his forehead in a soft kiss. A reminder.

You’re mine. Don’t you ever forget that.

“What was it that you were saying, Irvin?” Master Henrick urged, tilting his gaze over to a blonde man who was watching them with cold, blue eyes. “I believe it had something to do with the services my pet can give you? I’m sure now by looking at him you’re a least a little more intrigued, yes?”

“I… yes. I suppose I am, Mr. Alexanders. How much would it be for the full works, private room and all?” Ah. Emerson stared at the Shadowman, looking over his features and adhering them to his memory as best he could. He was going to have to keep Irvin in mind for later. From the way his gaze couldn’t quite drag itself away from him, he had a feeling that he would be seeing him again very soon.

“Hm… for everything, it would be 10,000.” Master Henrick let out a cackle as Irvin blinked several times. “Don’t worry my friend, I don’t expect you to carry that kind of money on your person. You can wire it to me after the events are done, if you’re still interested.” Emerson felt fingers toy with his hair, drawing it into lazy curls. He leaned into the touch without much resistance, relishing in the feeling for as long as he could. “My Emerson is very good at what he does. I’m sure he won’t disappoint if you do intend on purchasing his companionship. Isn’t that right, Em?”

“I’m an active participant in fulfilling my owner’s desires,” he said instantly, not quite thinking the words through. Emerson blinked, as he thought about the words that would be better to say, ones that Master Henrick had told him to repeat and repeat. “Other people are included, of course. I don’t mind them as long as Master Henrick consents to it.”

He batted his eyes as he stared delicately at Irvin, perfectly held in Master Henrick’s lap just like a good pet should be. All of his body language said that he might even dare to be interested in such afterparty activities. In reality the thought disgusted him, Emerson hated the idea of being used in that way if they weren’t Master Henrick or Orifel. But he had to put on a good show for his Master. That’s what the whole point of the party was.

Emerson felt an uncomfortable shift in his chest, fear once again rising as the man drifted his gaze up and down his body. Thinking about what could be. Fantasizing. Like he was some sick toy to be used. His stomach rolled.

“I… suppose we’ll have to talk more after the show, then,” Irvin finally said, dragging his gaze away enough to look at Master Henrick.

“Suppose we shall, then.”

Master Henrick continued to lightly toy with Emerson’s hair until Miss Whitfield returned again, with enough cash in her hand to make Emerson’s eyebrows raise. She marked all who had paid - around five people - and gave exact change. Upon confirming, Master Henrick reluctantly pushed Emerson off of his lap.

“Very well then,” he said, looking up at Miss Whitfield with a cool expression. Emerson didn’t like that one, it always meant that he was angry or frustrated. “He’s all yours until the show. Remember not to injure him or do anything suggestive, those you’ll have to pay extra for. Have fun, Emerson.”

Emerson held out his hand, and Miss Whitfield took it with a smile. She led him back to the area that they had been lounging in before. She directed him to sit into a chair, and he obeyed, putting his hands into his lap. Miss Whitfield brushed his hands to the side and sat down in his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck to stay balanced.

“I’m sure this doesn’t count as suggestive,” she said, drawing her long nails across his jawline to make him shudder.

“No, ma’am,” he responded.

From this angle, he could look at all the people who paid to touch him. In total there were five people, a few women and two men. Two pairs with rings on their hands, and then Miss Whitfield. They all seemed to be different sizes, but Emerson was just a few inches taller than all of them.

One of the other women approached to curiously touch the side of his face. “Alexanders sure does know how to pick his boys. How old are you, anyway?”

“I am 25, ma’am. I have resided with Master Henrick for over two years.” The answer was so well practiced against his tongue he barely needed to think about it.

A man spoke up next. “I’m sure you love it here, don’t you…” he squinted down to his collar. “Emerson. From what I’ve seen of the house, it’s a lovely place to live.”

“I do, sir. It is very nice here. Master Henrick takes excellent care of me and-” He choked back the words before they slipped out, before he had made the grave mistake of saying too much. “An-and I can, I can never repay him for his kindness. Please,” Emerson raised a hand towards the man. “Feel free to do what you wish as long as it doesn’t injure me or is suggestive, like my Master said. I like the touch.”

Effectively dissuaded, the man’s eyebrows raised as he was clearly pleased from the behavior. He set his drink down and took Emerson’s offer, taking his hand and rotated his arm until his forearm was exposed. The man traced the delicate skin, making some unseen pattern up his arm until it found a circular burn mark.

“What happened here, dear Emerson?”

“A cigarette from the last show that was streamed. It will scar for a bit, but it shouldn’t last too long,” Emerson promised. Some of the guests disliked scars against his skin, the idea of the surface being marred with unneeded marks horrifying to them. Others preferred it, seeing it as a sign of ownership. It was hard to tell which a person preferred.

The man clicked his tongue, similarly to Miss Whitfield. “Shame. If it were up to me, I would love to see these marks all over your skin.”

Emerson’s gaze traveled to the main stage, readily able to be viewed at this vantage point, finding the table with all of the various implements that Master Henrick had laid there. He wasn’t allowed to touch them, but had taken a look to familiarize himself with what was presented as requests.

“If you would like, Master Henrick allows guests to purchase requests for what they would like to do to me during the show. Cigars and cigarettes are available.” His words were robotic, like a fucking advertisment that he might see on TV. Always shilling something out of his mouth.

The man hummed in acknowledgement, a glint in his eye that made Emerson so desperately want to pull his hand away from him. He stayed still.

The other man piped up. “You know, Alisha and I have been thinking about getting our own box boy for a while now. This one makes it look so easy.”

“You should,” Miss Whitfield responded, unbuttoning portions of Emerson’s shirt that Master Henrick had taken the time to rebutton for him. He felt a brief spark of spite wave through him, and he leaned into the touch of the other unfamiliar woman to dissuade it easily. She was now carding her hand over his hair, picking out bits of waves and smoothing them down for him. “I’ve heard that training’s real easy on them. The people at the WRU do good work. If I wasn’t in the process of moving myself, I would definitely have a boy of my own. They’re so very pliant, and they do just about anything that you want them to.”

“Mm,” the man who had been tracing Emerson’s arm hummed. “I’ve heard some of them can even be trained to be guard dogs, of all things. Personal bodyguards without all of those pesky wages, and they’re happy to do it. It’s what they sign up for, after all. Right Emerson?”

“Yes, sir. All pets are of legal consenting age and make a choice to pursue a change of circumstances including no longer retaining legal ownership of themselves,” he murmured. He was quick to notice them staring at him, taken aback by the robotic words that he had been trained to say.

It was just easier to say it like that. He didn’t need to think that way, about the overwhelming sensation that rested across his entire body. That way he could stay good without needing to, and Emerson could slip away without worry.

He swallowed. “I mean, all pets willingly sign up to the WRU. They take in those who cannot take care of themselves and give them a new purpose. Very charitable.”

The words tasted like acid against his tongue. What a fucking lie. But Emerson wasn’t about to go against what they told him to say. There were fates worse than death.

There were demons that walked in the dark, sharp shadows and thorns that infected everything they touched-

He was getting a headache already.

The man standing afar with his supposed wife nodded, clearly listening. “Well, it sounds like an adoption service from the likes of it. Maybe we’ll have to invest in one ourselves, honey.”

The man up close glanced over to them. “Perhaps you should have a look for yourself then, let the boy show you exactly how he’s like. Come, sister, you’ll have to share your new toy.”

Miss Whitfield gave an exaggerated eye roll before pushing Emerson back up to his feet. “Alright. I suppose I’ve had my fun with him. Look, he’s even blushing!”

Emerson looked down to the floor, suddenly unable to meet any of their gazes. It wasn’t like it was his fault.

He tried to remind himself that this is exactly what he’s supposed to be doing. He’s being good right now. Doing exactly what Master Henrick wanted of him to get the rewards that would come later. And god, did he want the reward. He’ll do anything to see him again.

Alisha, who had been standing afar next to her husband, finally finished her drink and stepped forward. She eyed him carefully, reaching up to tilt his head side to side in order to get a good look at him. He remained as loose as he could without falling into the floor, resting his head willingly into her hand and moving with her. Pliant, as Miss Whitfield would have said.

“I’ve heard that they have jobs. Like the bodyguard thing that Clayton was talking about. What do you do, sweetheart?” Her voice - he hadn’t heard it until now - was light and sweet, like honey. Venomous honey, if her presence here was anything to draw information from.

“My designation is a Combination. I have a variety of skills in order to serve my Master.”

“Skills like what? What all can you do?”

Emerson smothered the part of him that was embarrassed. Reminded it that it could be so, so much worse. “I cook and clean primarily, but I can also perform other work to my Master’s specifications, as well. I can also… provide a variety of services for more intimate encounters, as well.”

“I see,” commented the only man who Emerson still didn’t quite have a name for. “Well, I don’t think we’ll need anything for intimate reasons, but I’m sure we could use someone around the house to help. Thank you, Emerson.”

“You’re welcome, sir,” he nodded his head for politeness’ sake.

“Having fun?” The low voice silenced all six of them, and Emerson tilted his head to see Master Henrick standing, taller than even he was, watching the scene unfold before him.

How long has he been standing there?

“Oh yes, your pet is very well behaved, Alexanders!” Miss Whitfield exclaimed. “You’re certainly got yourself one of higher quality, haven’t you?”

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said, drawing close enough to take Emerson’s face.

The gaze they exchanged whispered a speech that neither of them were willing to say aloud. Emerson swallowed, and Master Henrick’s fingers dipped down to feel his Adam’s apple bob at the motion. A poisonous glimmer flashed in his eye for just a moment and then it was gone, as he turned to the small group.

“The show is about to start. Please, take a seat and relax, unless you wish to join in on the fun. That is what this is about, after all,” he said, in a tone that reminded Emerson of a showman. All fake and meant only to entertain those witnessing him. He just wished he could remember where he got the word “showman” from.

“Actually, Alexanders,” Clayton said, holding a hand up to get his attention. His voice was raised in a higher, more diplomatic tone. “I would like to join, I think. Request of my own. I do hope it’s not too late.”

Master Henrick smiled. “Of course you can. You’ll have to be last in line - I run a first come first served policy, after all. More requests means more fun, right Emerson?”

“Of course, Master Henrick. Anything for the guests.”

“Good.” Master Henrick took his hand and pulled him close. “Come on then, we have a show to perform.”

He led him away from those awful, awful people, and set him in front of the stairs leading to the main stage. Master Henrick tousled his hair and straightened it how he liked it, then moving to unbutton Emerson’s shirt the rest of the way with soft hands.

“We wouldn’t want to ruin this shirt, would we?” he murmured, voice low so that only Emerson would be able to hear him. “Even if our guests can’t help but try to take it off.”

He peeled the shirt off of his skin, folding it and setting it to the side. Emerson shuddered at the loss of heat, leaning into Master Henrick’s touch as he was flipped around and led onto the stage. Their feet found the same positions that they always did, Emerson waiting in position 1 while Master Henrick addressed the crowd of people that were beginning to turn their heads towards them.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” he called, dragging some of the stragglers’ attention to him. “Thank you so much for joining me this evening. I’m sure you’ve all seen my pet serving you drinks, my dear main event.”

Master Henrick motioned to Emerson, and all eyes briefly landed on him. He swallowed, battling against the fear to run away like a rabbit who stumbled into a room full of wolves. He couldn’t take the eyes.

He hated that everyone was looking at him.

“We have quite the show lined up. Humble requests from you lovely people. First up is Mr. Hansen, who has requested to use the selection of knives that I have. If you would, please come forward and choose. The rest of you, enjoy the show.” He beckoned a man forward as he stepped over to the table of implements.

Emerson had seen Mr. Hansen before, on the messages of their streams and on occasions when the parties were held. He liked blood and knives and to be called Saul, but never really talked or wanted to be talked to. He preferred to hear Emerson scream.

Regardless of whether he wanted to or not, that was certainly going to happen.

“Position two, Emerson,” Master Henrick ordered.

Emerson knelt immediately, never moving from his spot. Hands folded neatly into his lap while he took in a deep breath to still himself. He forced his gaze forward into the silent crowd, able to hear the echo of Saul’s boots walking up to him.

Hands drifted over his torso, the metal of an elegant pocket knife making him shudder at the sensation. The anticipation was the worst part, agonizingly scraping against his skin without doing any actual harm. He swallowed again, trying to chase away the trembling that was working from his hands down his arms.

Finally, it dipped into his skin, making a clean cut on the left side of his chest, just above his heart, drawing to his left shoulder. Emerson gasped, not holding back the hiss he let out through his teeth as the sting shot across his torso. He didn’t squirm, didn’t move. Tears were already beginning to well up in his eyes from the pain.

God, what a fucking crybaby. You gonna cry again, you useless mutt?

The headache-inducing thoughts were the worst of them all. Instead of listening to them, he focused on the blood that was dripping down his chest onto his stomach. Listened to how the guests were gasping, whispering comments of look at how still he’s being and how beautiful does he look to one another. They were quickly drowned by the thudding of his own heart as he saw the knife lift and slide against his skin already, picking another spot to strike.

This time, it connected two cigarette burns on his right shoulder. Master Henrick muttered something under his breath that he couldn’t quite catch as Emerson let out a shrill keen of pain. Emerson’s head tilted back, but Saul grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced it forward again, only making the headache grow worse. He knew very well that he’d have a migraine by the end of this, but that would be the least of his problems.

I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d just show some respect, ‘552.

A third cut rested neatly at the top of his back. Emerson’s back arched unwillingly, strangling groan forcing the growing dam of tears under his eyes to burst as they streamed rivers down his face. His head was drawn back, and Saul’s eyes met with his own. He tried to plead without words, even knowing they weren’t going to do anything. It felt better than doing nothing at all.

“Damn,” he breathed. Emerson couldn’t tell if he was enjoying this or if there was a genuine hint of displeasure in his eyes. “Guess I owe you some more money, Henrick. He ended up cryin’ after all.”

“Told you,” Emerson heard Master Henrick call from behind him. A few people in the crowd chuckled at the short lived banter.

The next two cuts were drawn across his chest where Saul had left gaps of unbroken skin. The new cuts dripped blood like he was some sort of sacrifice, and Emerson grimly wondered if that would have been better. At the least, he had been able to keep himself from crying too hard and save his energy for later. His sensitive skin was hardly able to take the whisper of a knife without shattering completely, though now the ache in his head hurt worse than the cuts themselves.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough. Any more and you’re gonna have to pay extra,” Master Henrick called, and Emerson nearly cried at the mercy. Saul drew away, letting go of his head and allowing it to hang for just a moment.

It was only a shred of relief, the calm before the storm, but Emerson reveled in it for as long as he could. He heard Master Henrick call someone else up, a Mr. Weaver. He was a large man with a notable sick smile on his face. Everytime he had been offered tools, Mr. Weaver waived them off, and tonight was no different. Instead, he approached Emerson.

“Hm, let’s see… Turn to me, and... What was it Alexanders? Position one?” Upon hearing the command, Emerson stood to his feet, legs spaced out slightly and hands at his side. “Ah, there we are. Stay still.”

He tried. He really did. But when he saw Mr. Weaver crack his knuckles and approach, Emerson still cringed away when he realized what he had been planning.

He couldn’t get away from the first blow no matter how hard he tried. The fist connected to his midsection, and Emerson gasped desperately as all of the air was pushed out of his lungs. His hands shot upwards to grab for balance, but Mr. Weaver pulled away before he could grab onto his shoulders, and he sunk to the floor on his knees.

Mr. Weaver growled in his ear for him to stand back up, and he did as he was told with a small whine. He still managed to hit Emerson on the right side of his face as he swayed, making him stumble a little too close to the stage’s edge. He could have sworn that he felt his face crack, but he wasn’t sure if it was real or an imagined part of him breaking under the stress.

The first hit he could take, but the second on his left sent him reeling, and he collapsed to the ground as he lost his balance. A few in the crowd gasped in awe as he spat out blood from his split lip. All Emerson could think about was whether or not his face had actually been hurt, but when he reached a hand to check all he could feel was the sharp pain that blossomed across his face.

He cringed away from his own touch with a whimper, unable to even move from the pain. Mr. Weaver grinned at his pain, shifting weight to one leg so that he could approach-

“That’s enough,” Master Henrick said. “You only paid for three.”

The air of possessiveness hung like a thick fog, as Mr. Weaver slowly looked back to Master Henrick, who crossed the platform with ease to bend down near Emerson. He pressed fingers against Emerson’s jaw, who whined as more tears were sparked from the simple touch. Then, with a satisfied, perhaps even relieved smile, he slowly coaxed Emerson up and to the middle of the stage.

“If you don’t plan on paying extra, then please, make room for our next guest.” This close, Emerson could hear the comforting roughness in Master Henrick’s voice, the slight strain of raising it above the gentle clamor of the crowd as they whispered about what just happened. He wondered, briefly, if his voice hurt from raising it so much.

Emerson threw the thought away. He’s not hurting worse than me, he thought bitterly, eyes twitching into a narrowed glare for the briefest of seconds when Master Henrick wasn’t looking.

“Lucas! I believe you’re up next. Take care of my pet for me, will you?” The strain was gone as his voice lifted like he was talking to an old friend. Master Henrick drew away from him, going to meet a man with honey-brown hair as he took the stage.

Lucas looked to him with cold, brown eyes. They were sharp, like Emerson’s, and told him exactly what kind of request this would be. He held a lit candle glass in one of his hands, it nearly filled to the brim with liquidized wax.

“On your hands and knees for me.” His voice was deceptively sweet, said with a quiet smile.

Emerson obeyed, facing downwards. He couldn’t tell exactly where Lucas planned to pour, so all he could do was wait for something to happen to him. Already he was feeling the phantom burns crawl and lick over his skin, and that made everything worse. He resisted the urge to beg, and merely watched the tears fall helplessly to his eyes.

A sudden burning sensation on his back made him scream. It was like sludge against his skin, pooling and slowly dripping off of him. Emerson dug his nails in as his back arched, desperately trying to stay in the position that he was in so that he could be good. It settled into a throbbing pulse, and he took the opportunity to pant and sob as much as he could before the next droplets of wax hit his skin.

By the time that Lucas was finished, Emerson had fallen to the ground writhing against the wax on his back. There had been two other waves, each of them making him scream as loud as he could. He knew his voice would be broken by the end of this, and he suddenly didn’t care. It hurt so bad and so much it was all he could do.

Hands carefully peeled the wax off of him quickly so it wouldn’t stick to his skin. He hadn’t even noticed that Lucas had walked away until he felt cold, merciful water draw over the burn wounds and cleaning them off.

Emerson was hauled back up to his knees with a strong hand in his hair, lifting his tear-streaked face for the crowd to see. Emerson watched them marvel, take in his pain like it was some sort of circus act.

He didn’t even know what a circus act meant, but it seemed appropriate for the situation, somehow. Something important. One of the wrong thoughts.

Emerson’s head was tilted back. He looked up and into the warm brown eyes of Master Henrick, who took a moment to take in the sight for himself. While not particularly a sadist, Master Henrick did enjoy himself a good show. Enjoyed Emerson’s performance too, even if he wasn’t acting.

He wished that he was acting.

“These next two will be done by yours truly. I hope you’ll enjoy.” Then, in a lower voice, “Stay just like that, Emerson. Close your eyes.”

He did exactly as he was told, despite the growing fear in his chest. Cloth was pressed over his face, like a hood for the executed.

And like a good obedient pet, Emerson awaited the slaughter.

It wasn’t violent this time, unlike the others. Instead it began as a slow, refreshing trickle of water. It quickly turned into a torrent, filling his mouth and nose until he couldn’t breathe anything but. Emerson gasped and choked immediately, cold water rushing over his torso and making him let it into his throat. His hands reached upwards on instinct to stop the obstruction.

Master Henrick grabbed his hands suddenly, pushing them away as he drew away the cloth. He pressed Emerson forward and allowed him to cough up the water in his lungs, chest heaving as it splattered against the platform itself.

“One more. Back up to your knees,” he ordered, pulling him up by the arms that were twisted behind his back.

One more. He could cling to that, if he tried hard enough. Just one more bout of suffering and then he could have a short rest. Or at least, he could hope.

The cloth was pressed over his face again. The trickle came, turning into the torrent that had him choking for the air that he needed. This time there was no fumble, and Emerson found that he was unable to move anything except for his head. But even the struggling motions of his weak body were nothing for Master Henrick, who was much stronger than he was by comparison.

When he felt his consciousness growing dimmer and dimmer, Emerson was let go to gasp for air. He heaved with desperation, trying to chase away the foggy feeling that was coating him like the water. It only hurt more when he remembered he had something else to do. One more.

Emerson needed to keep going for just a little bit longer.

He forced himself back into a kneeling position, sobbing through it all. He couldn’t hide his wails anymore, and instead just prayed inwardly that Orifel couldn’t hear him. Emerson wouldn’t be able to take the knowledge that he could hear, if all he heard from down here was screams.

I know… I know you can’t help it, but it scares me when you scream. I want to help but I just… can’t. Just be good for them, okay? Then you won’t get hurt.

I… Okay. I’ll… I’ll try. I’ll protect you, don’t worry. We’ll stick together, like 7452s should.

“Aw, look how good you’re being for me,” Master Henrick cooed, resting a warm hand against Emerson’s face. “Just three more, Em. That’s all we have left and you’ll be done.”

He dreaded what the other three could be, but his heart leapt at the idea of being done. Of being finished with this and being allowed to crawl upstairs and lick his wounds like an animal. Still though, his heart thudded in his chest, making him feel like it was ready to burst out of his chest at any given moment.

Then it skipped, one-one two instead of one two, and his world exploded into fantastical stars and lightning.

Emerson’s mouth opened into a silent cry as he collapsed, convulsing against the floor as the ghost of a shocking device left his shoulder, leaving the electricity that coursed through him as it danced across the water against his skin. Even though it was no longer touching him he twitched and gasped, unable to regain control of his limbs. His heart skipped again, falling into a rhythm of onetwoonetwoonetwo without any hope for rest.

There were still two things left and at least one shock left to go. Master Henrick knew his limits, knew he could take at least two shocks. Emerson jerked his head forward, twitching, as his eyes landed on a rod in Master Henrick’s left hand. The prod that he had ordered off of some website, the one that was used when Emerson or Orifel had really made him angry. He had only used it once recently, as punishment for begging not to do a session. After that he had… he had...

Don’t you dare take him from me.

Ooh, you got anything behind that bark of yours? Here, why don’t we use this to help you learn your place. I’m sure you remember this at least, dontcha ‘552?

...Please, please don’t-

A hand not quite Master Henrick’s reached forward, pressing the prod into his side. Emerson’s back arched without him meaning to, all muscles going tense from the electricity that shot through him. A strangled scream worked from his lungs, mouth agape in a horrific expression as his eyes rolled backwards.

The all at once it was gone. Emerson’s body went limp as the twitching following, moving his body against the ground like he was being poked and prodded. He couldn’t move.

I need to move I have to protect if I can’t move I can’t protect no no we don’t protect, we don’t but I do or he’ll get hurt all over again, please, please-

It took him a moment to realize that he was begging aloud. “Please, please Master, please it hurts, it hurts I-I can’t, please Master Henrick, I can’t I’ll be good…” the words feel from his mouth, whispered and barely audible to the crowd.

He was scared. So scared and terrified that he was going to be shocked again. Emerson was willing to do anything for Master Henrick if it meant that he wasn’t going to be hurt again. Fear continued his blabbering, unable to direct it towards anyone. Still he tried to gather the voices around him, trying to make them understand how good he’ll be. He’ll be so good, he’ll be polite, he’ll learn his manners like he’s supposed to and he’ll stop snapping and learn how to cook like they want, if they would only just listen to him.

If they would just listen to him maybe he could beg enough that Orifel would be safe from their hands. That’s all that really mattered, in the end.

Emerson squeezed his eyes shut, tears trailing down the sides of his face while he lay on his back. He doesn’t recall particularly how he got there, but he could feel the burns against his back ache ceaselessly, joining the cuts across his chest.

He focused on how many more were left. If the shocks had stopped and they were moving on, that meant two. Two more things and then he was free. Then he thought of Irvin, Master Henrick’s business partner, who he would have to see after he had been patched and drugged up-

A desperate sob fell from his body. Then another. And another. He couldn’t stop himself, until it turned into a hopeless wail. Emerson wasn’t sure how quiet he had to be or if he needed to be quiet at all, and instead just let the pain roll off of him in the form of noise in an effort to lessen the aches.

“Hey.” The rough voice and gentle hands on his face made Emerson’s eyes flash open, wildly looking around until he saw Master Henrick’s face. Thumbs wiped away his tears, smooth against his face and providing the comfort that he craved. It was good touch, something he’d be so willing to fall into if it was just him and Master Henrick. “Emerson, look at me. Good. Just a little longer and you can rest. Think you can stay good for just a little bit more? I’d hate to have to punish you for embarrassing me.”

“Please, Master… I’ll, I’ll be good. I’ll be good, please, just tell me what’s next.” He was breathing quickly, hardly able to get enough air to speak properly.

But Master Henrick smiled, and that was all that mattered.

“It’s just a few lashes. You’re good with those, so I know you’ll do wonderfully. Come on,” he said, lifting Emerson up by his shoulders. “Hands up. Good. Stay like that.”

Rope was wound around his wrists, hoisted up to hold him in the air. It was probably a good idea, considering his legs felt like jelly at the moment. Though if he tried and wanted to, he could hold himself up by the tips of his larger toes. He could at least control where he was facing.

He craned his head backwards, seeing another man with a familiar whip in his hand. He didn’t care about the features anymore, just the tools. Emerson hung his head and waited for the bitter sting against his back.

He knew whips very well. It was a popular request, and nearly every session Emerson had to take at least a few lashes against his back. So when the snap of the whip landed across his back, he was able to just merely cringe and groan. The sharp bite lasted for just a moment, replaced by the burning sting of the wound the crackers of the whip had made.

Then there was another, and another overtop of that one. Light keens drifted from him as the last ones stung against the burns, adding another layer of pain that was growing unbearable. Emerson was well aware that once the adrenaline of the show wore off that he would barely be able to function. He was already dreading tomorrow, even though it was hard to think of it existing just yet.

The fourth lash hit just the wrong way, and Emerson cried out in pain as his back felt like it was on fire, burns stinging with a renewed fury. It hurt so much that he couldn’t resist the keen of pain that echoed into the room, silent as the crowd just stared and stared in sick wonder.

He hated them. He fucking hated every single one of them. His teeth gritted in anger and pain as they washed over him in waves. He had always hated Master Henrick’s guests.

Maybe it was just the stress getting to him, finally breaking him down after hours of mental torture, topped off with the physical strain of the show. Maybe it was just a passing thought, the fear and pain making him want to lash out at the people who helped Master Henrick afford to take care of the three of them. He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.

Emerson closed his eyes and prayed that he could stop thinking.

He wondered if he was actually religious before he became a box boy. Probably not.

The fifth lash stung against his skin, drawing another gasp away from him. Emerson sent a pleading look behind him, watching as the man began to raise the whip for another strike.

Master Henrick grabbed his arm before it swung down. “Not so fast. You want to strike him more you’re going to have to pay, just like everyone else.”

“Then here.” The man dug into his pockets and shoved a handful of cash into Master Henrick’s hands. “I’m having fun, Henrick. That should cover enough lashes until I’m satisfied, yes?”

Emerson looked to Master Henrick, desperately hoping that he would say no. But he was much smarter than that. Money was money, even if Emerson was being pushed to his limit.

Just a little bit longer, he reminded himself.

The lashes came and went, stinging more and more as they dug into his skin and drew blood. Emerson was sure that his back was ruined from the way that it hurt, the way that it felt like he’d been stripped of any good feeling and replaced with pain and blood as they mixed together and tormented him. It was hard to imagine that there could be anything beyond this, a potential tomorrow or even a few hours after everything had been said and done.

Mercifully the whip stopped striking against his skin. With the brief pause and distant muttering, Emerson sighed in relief and slumped against the bindings that were holding him up. He could take the pressure on his wrists for a little bit, just enough to rest.

He was already so tired.

Emerson was lowered onto the floor, left lying on his side. It was the only position that didn’t aggravate all of his wounds. A simple mercy, but one that drew several words of thankfulness out of his mouth. He knew it wouldn’t last, so he made use of the time that he had and relished in the feeling of the simple cold on the platform floor.

“Emerson.” Upon hearing the name, his name which for a moment he didn’t remember, he opened his eyes to see brown dress shoes pointing towards him. His gaze drifted up and up until he spotted a familiar face. Clayton Whitfield. He had a bright cigarette in his hand, breathing down enough smoke to make Emerson cough at the feeling. “Hello again. Remember what we talked about before?”

Somehow, someway, he had. He managed to remember the unpleasant conversation about how Clayton wished that he owned Emerson, if just to line his skin with several marks from a cigarette. He nodded with a small whine.

“Good. On your back then. Tilt your head up so my sister can see that pretty face of yours.” Clayton’s words were gentle as he settled down into a halfway kneel. Emerson briefly wondered about the blood on the floor, whether Clayton’s pants would get stained from it. It gave him plenty of humorous energy to imagine him freaking out about it later.

With a great amount of effort, Emerson shifted so that he was on his back, head upwards and facing the crowd. From this rather confusing vantage point he couldn’t quite pick out Miss Whitfield, but he knew that she was in there, somewhere, probably watching this with great joy.

There was nothing more than a pitiful whimper as Clayton pressed the cigarette against his clavicle, with a quiet sizzling noise as it was put out. Emerson’s eyes filled with fresh tears as it was drawn away, adding the burn to a list of other aches that welled up in his body.

It was funny, this almost seemed strangely intimate and gentle compared to the litany of other kinds of torture so far. Clayton pressed the cigarettes down against Emerson’s chest with a smile, brushing away the ashes when he pulled away. He lit the cigarette again, or retrieved a new one when it refused to light. Every single one drew away a whine from Emerson, sometimes even a cry if he found a more sensitive spot.

“Annd ten. That’s about all I can do. Thanks for the time, Emerson. It’s been wonderful to watch.” Clayton brushed his cheek gently, before getting up altogether.

Emerson refused to move. He didn’t think he could.

“Well, that’s all we have for you tonight. Thank you so much for coming, and please, feel free to partake of the food and drink while I see to my dear Emerson here. Anyone who wants to spend a little more time with him should stick around. I’ll get to you as soon as I am finished with him.” Master Henrick’s voice was not as booming as it was when they had first started, but it still carried just the same. Emerson could tell the tenseness in his voice, rough bits not just from vocal strain. Knew them from personal experience.

Hands found their way underneath him, fingers unable to dodge lash wounds and making him keen from the pain. It hurt so much, and he was so tired, that all Emerson could do was whine pitifully and hope that Master Henrick could help him.

He was lifted upwards, hanging limply in Master Henrick’s arms as he was slowly carried out of the room and away from the party.

“You did so good for me, Emerson,” Master Henrick praised when they were away from the clamor. “So good. I’ll have to reward you when you’re better. How does that sound?”

“Good, Master…” He swallowed weakly, wincing at the pain in his throat. “I’m tired, Master Henrick. May I… may I rest for now?”

“You may. I’ll wake you when your services are required, okay?” There was an edge of softness to his voice, enough to make Emerson’s eyes hurt from wanting to cry and not being able to shed any more tears. “Rest, Emerson.”

It was the only order he could obey reliably, now. Emerson let his eyes drift closed, finally able to fall away from his body and into a peaceful sleep.

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Bad Things Happen Bingo: Worked Themselves to Exhaustion

Heeeey, @badthingshappenbingo is finally underway! @burtlederp asked for Worked Themselves to Exhaustion with Ryan as our POV/Main, so here it is!

Bloodstains = requested, puppy sticker = completed

This is set post-rescue and post-trial. Tagging the crew: @spiffythespook, @bleeding-demon-teeth, and @special-spicy-chicken!

CW: Very little, actually! Some references to parental abuse and implied/references past assault/violence, but mostly this is just Ryan being Ryan

Ryan woke up with a start to discover he’d fallen asleep sitting at the kitchen table, forehead resting on one arm and the other simply hanging loose down at his side.

He still had the mug of coffee he’d been drinking sitting next to him, his fingers loosely curved around the handle. He dragged his free hand up and over to find the ceramic had totally cooled, the coffee no doubt cold and stale inside.

He blinked, lifting his head slowly, wincing at the crick of pain in his neck. What time was it? How long had he been asleep? His phone was buzzing on the table next to him and he blinked, blearily looking over at it. Must've been what woke him. Fuck, was it really 9:45 already?

When he saw ‘MOM’ and the photo he’d set of he and Corrine at the beach a couple of years ago lighting up the screen, he groaned, hit the button to silence it, and let his head drop back to the table.

He was so fucking tired and he did not have the energy to deal with his mother right now. Maybe not ever again, not where Danny was concerned.

She would tell him to get an aide, she was always telling him to get an aide. Move out (you can move right back in the house with Dad and I until you find a place, no reason to linger there wasting your twenties), leave him and Vandrum with a full-time home health care aide.

You shouldn’t feel obligated to take care of him, Ryan.

But he did, and maybe if Mom had ever felt obligated to really care about Danny, he wouldn’t have ended up wearing a goddamn dog collar in western Canada.

Not that it was Canada’s fault, or anything. Ryan hadn’t ever realized how fucking huge Canada was, before he’d flown into Edmonton on the fastest flight he could find, rented a car, and then drove and drove and drove and fucking drove to the police station his brother was waiting in - only to realize it had been more hours upon hours of driving for Nate to get Danny there in the first place.

That cabin in the woods had been literally in the middle of fucking nowhere, and Ryan couldn’t possibly have known, right?

He should have, though. He should have, and maybe none of it would ever have happened if his mother and father hadn’t said all that shit to Danny five years ago about regretting adopting someone who didn’t want to be part of the family business, and therefore part of the family.

They might not see their obligations, but Ryan did. He was obligated, because while Danny had been up in those woods suffering, learning to believe that Denner fucker's lies that he isn't a person, that his body belongs to Denner to use however he wants, learning to call himself a puppy and give up his name and his body and his humanity to stay alive, Ryan had been looking in all the wrong places trying to find him.

He had looked for four straight years. He'd started looking the day Danny didn’t come home from his weird meetup with the older guy he was either just crushing hard on or actually dating, no one seemed to know, and he'd kept looking until the day the cops called and said We’ll know for sure once we’ve done the DNA test, Mr. Michaelson, but we’re pretty sure this man is your brother. He had never, ever stopped looking.

He had leveraged his parents’ wealth and influence to pull together private searches long after law enforcement had given up. He had kept looking even when the cops and the FBI stopped helping them find a living man and started focusing on recovering a corpse one day, maybe decades from now, when some dumbass hiker might trip over his brother’s bones in the woods-

Stop it. He survived. You brought him home. You couldn't have known where Denner would take him. You couldn't have done more.

Yes, he could have.

He had been looking, but he hadn’t looked hard enough. He'd looked in the wrong spots, he had missed clues, somewhere, somehow. What if there had been a white hair in the bloodied car they missed? What if Denner had left a fingerprint on Vandrum's apartment building? What if what if what if.

What if none of it would ever have changed a thing?

No, his mother didn't understand, but he couldn’t ever give enough of himself to Danny's recovery to make up for what he had lost, for what he was still losing. For time suffered and time spent trying to heal.

His mother’s photo blinked away and the phone went back to empty black. Ryan sighed in relief… only to watch it light right back up as she tried a second time.

“No, fucking no,” He groaned, fighting the child’s urge to answer just because it was her, because he loved her, because she loved him. Him, but not his brother. The eternal hidden truth of the Michaelson family - one child loved, the other left out, chased off, and lost. "Leave a goddamn voicemail, Mom, come on."

He'd been up all night, for the third night in a row, and Ryan was tapped the fuck out.

One super fun discovery Ryan had made about bringing home two people who had lived in nonstop fight-or-flight-or-freeze mode for four years was that they never stop getting sick.

Danny's immune system had apparently just checked out at some point and left, and Ryan could usually handle it, but this virus or whatever it was... was bad.

Vandrum usually did his best to help, but he had caught the bug, too, this time. Which meant two grown men reduced to middle-of-the-night coughing fits and all-day fevers, two grown men essentially helpless, two grown men Ryan had found himself in charge of.

Ryan wasn't only taking care of his traumatized older brother who refused to let him touch him, even just to check to see if his fever had broken, but also his brother’s equally traumatized maybe-boyfriend who never flinched or pulled away but who instead stared at Ryan with glassy, frightened green eyes and gritted teeth as he simply put up with Ryan’s clumsy attempts at caretaking in silence, only breaking it with the occasional pl-please let Red sl-sleep, he can’t d-d-do chores today, I’ll d-do his chores f-for him, please...

One more day of this and Ryan might crack.

He's stocked the fridge with all the stuff he remembered Mom buying when they were sick as kids - ginger ale and Pedialyte (did adults drink that shit? Vandrum and Danny hadn't put up a fight when he brought it to them and God knew they weren't keeping any food down yet), chicken soup from the deli in little microwave-safe containers, some Gatorade. There were saltines open on the counter, from the only experiment with solid food either man had attempted since they first got sick.

Ryan had never seen someone throw up saltines before, but at least Vandrum had seemed decently ashamed of himself for it. Danny hadn't even tried them.

It's 9:45 in the morning and all Ryan wants to do is crawl back into his own bed and drift, but if he does he knows one of them will need him, and the only thing worse than not sleeping is finally, finally getting to sleep only to be almost immediately woken up by grown men so knocked out by some kind of virus that they could hardly stand on their own.

Ryan slowly sits up straight, feeling pops along his spine from having been slumped over the table for so long, wondering if twenty-four was too young to have his fucking bones crack when he moves, like an old man.

“One hour,” He says out loud, to no one in particular. “If they don’t need anything in the next hour, I’m giving up and going to fucking bed.”

He pours himself a fresh cup of coffee, which does absolutely nothing to alleviate his exhaustion. He listens to the voicemail his mother eventually leaves, after her third and fourth attempts go unanswered.

Here’s to hoping you’re sleeping, Ryan, and don’t worry, I was just wondering how you were doing and if you had any updates on how Danny and his, um, friend are doing. I can have Mrs. Verona over there to give you a break, poor dear, just say the word.

I was sleeping, Mom, Ryan thinks bitterly, rubbing at his forehead with the heel of one hand as he listens, ignoring for the moment that technically he had fallen asleep sitting at the table like a parent with a newborn and not an adult with a sick brother. Your fucking phone calls woke me up, congratulations, Corrine Michaelson, you’re a gold-star mom today.

No, that wasn’t fair. She was just worried, Mom knew he wasn’t sleeping enough since Danny came home. She was just trying to help, with the offers of an aide or of sending Mrs. Verona over for a day.

She wasn’t trying to chase Danny off again, she wasn’t trying to make him feel like less-than even when he’d only just really started to get his feet under himself again. She just wanted to help Ryan, like always, and was so blinded by it that she missed that what helped Ryan sometimes hurt Danny.

She’d never meant to be awful to Danny, really, it had always just… happened.

Why do you always make excuses for her? Why don’t you just admit it, give it a name, and try to protect him from them while he’s still so fragile and so easily torn apart all over again? He needs someone who can stand up for him this time, and you never have, you always, always let them blame him. You let him run to Eureka to get away from them, so he was in this stupid town when that fucking psychopath came calling to pick his ex up again.

You let them chase Danny away, and it’s your fault he was here when Abraham Denner wanted a new victim. It’s your fault, Ryan, and you have to fix it, so stop whining to yourself about being tired and take care of the brother you couldn’t save when it counted.

You can start by calling what Mom and Dad do to Danny what it is, by calling it-

“Ryan?”

He’d been so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t heard anyone coming, but he looks up now to see Danny leaning against the open-framed doorway to the kitchen, staring in at him with stark surprise written across his face.

The wavy red hair is sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck and his blue eyes are fever-bright, two bright red splotches mark his cheeks. His face is otherwise chalk-white, freckles and the ring of half-healed scarring standing out in garish, nearly neon red in a perfect outline of that fucking thing Ryan can barely stand to think about.

“What’re you doing up? You look dead on your feet, man.” Ryan stands up, slowly so he doesn’t surprise him - Danny still doesn’t like it when people move too fast around him, and the fever definitely doesn’t help with that problem - and sets his coffee mug on the table. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

“I’m not s’posed to, to be in th’ bed.” Danny glances over his shoulder, then back, putting a finger to his lips. “Ssshhh. He must’ve… told Nate it was okay...” Danny’s eyes drift, aimlessly, to the side, looking with confusion at the window above the kitchen sink, with the faded, ancient little pleated floral curtain that had been in the apartment when Danny moved in. “That’s not right. What d’you think he did to earn me getting to sleep in the bed?”

Something in Ryan cracks a little more, the way it always does every single time Danny says something else like this, some new piece of heart-deep horror that Danny doesn’t even seem to recognize for what it is.

“I don’t suppose it would help to tell you you’re home,” Ryan says, wearily, thinking longingly about the last few swallows of hot coffee left and whether it’s worth drinking it if it’s not going to even touch the fatigue. “Would it?”

“I wish I could go home.” Danny speaks the words so softly Ryan nearly misses them. “I wish, but there isn’t one anymore. I know all the rules. I’m so fucking tired, Ryan. Are you still looking for me?”

“Danny?” He’s so exhausted that it takes too long, far too long, for it to really sink in that Danny isn’t talking to him at all, but to some memory he’s having, that Danny’s lost in the woods again.

“I wish I got to keep my name.” Danny whimpers the words more than speaks and then slides straight to the floor in one swift motion. Ryan can’t cross the distance in time to stop him and Danny thumps to the ground nearly bonelessly, still braced against the door frame, closing his eyes slowly and resting the side of his head against it. “You have to look in the woods, Ryan. We’re in the woods.”

When Ryan crouches in front of him, reaching out one hand, he doesn’t flinch or pull away, not when Ryan’s palm presses against his sweaty, boiling-hot forehead, not when he feels the rabbit-fast flutter of his pulse in the side of his neck.

“Whatever you want,” Danny mumbles, eyes half-opening, then closing again. “Do whatever you want. I’ll be good.”

He’s going to have to stand Danny up, and he can barely find the energy to straighten his legs for himself. Three days - three days of the fevers that come and go, the coughing that wakes him up when he does sleep, his mother’s worried phone calls, Vandrum being fucking useless because he’s sick, too.

He just.

It’s just too fucking much and Ryan never realized how hard it would be to do all of this totally alone.

“Danny, I’m so goddamn tired,” Ryan says out loud, near tears himself. “I can’t keep doing this, I can’t keep taking care of you-”

“S’okay,” Danny slurs back to him. “Go back t’bed. I can make breakfast. I need to do chores… s’time, he can’t see I’m late, he can’t, can’t see-” Danny starts trying to push himself back to his feet, and Ryan is half-impressed, half-horrified when his desperately ill brother manages to make himself stand back up, knees locked, glittering, distant eyes fixed on the sink. Ryan stands with him, slowly, his hands out but uncertain what to do next. “Do dishes. Start with dishes. He has to see I’m still working…”

Danny takes a step and simply collapses forward, but this time Ryan is there to catch him under the arms in an awkward half-hug, and Danny shudders at the touch but he’s too weak to pull away or fight back, too weak to even try.

“Look in the woods,” Danny mutters, and his forehead falls against Ryan’s shoulder, thumping into it hard enough to make Ryan wince. “Look in th’ woods for us. Sssshhhhh… everything’s so fuckin’ loud…”

“You’re the only one talking here, buddy,” Ryan murmurs, closing his own eyes just for a second, feeling himself sway a little, a sort of dip in his brain where the white fog of tired takes over before his eyes jolt back open. “Shit. I, I have to sleep, Dan, or I’m gonna die.”

“Don’ die,” Danny mutters, without moving even an inch. “Don’ die. Mom’ll be mad at me.”

Ryan laughs, and after a second Danny huffs a sound that might be laughter, too, and finally Ryan braces himself, pushing Danny back up to where he’s taking at least a little of his own weight. “Okay, okay. I got an idea. Go back to my room, okay? We’ll lie down in there.”

“I have to start chores,” Danny protests faintly, his eyes dancing around aimlessly again, then landing back on Ryan’s face. “Can you tell Mom to call me in sick today? There’s no way I’m going to school. Abraham’s gonna be so mad at me... I can’t go t’school today...”

“You’re twenty-six years old, big brother,” Ryan grunts as he manages to get Danny’s arm around his shoulder to hold him up, taking his weight, his head pounding. He just had to get to bed. Just that far, not too far at all. “You haven’t been in school for a long time.”

“Oh.” Danny frowns, confused, and when Ryan starts trying to walk, he drags his feet along beside him, nearly shuffling. Their progress down the hallway is slow, but damn it, it still counts as progress, and Ryan can see his bedroom door getting closer with every step. “Did I graduate? I don’t remember that.”

Ryan sighs, taking a pause to redistribute Danny’s weight. He’s going to fall over right here in the hallway, pass out and sleep for a week. Right there on the floor. Maybe someone will drop an omelet or something for him to eat while he’s down there.

Who would make it, though, if Danny and Vandrum are both totally useless? Maybe if he called his mother, she’d send Mrs. Verona over with, like, a fucking honeyed ham or something.

“No, Dan, you didn’t. You were still one semester out. They sent you an honorary degree, though, I have it stashed somewhere.”

You know, when they thought you were dead, when everyone but me gave up.

“Honor degree.” Danny giggles, the sound eerie and unfamiliar, a high-pitched noise he’s almost never made in Ryan’s entire memory. “Degree for honor. What’s honor when you fuck like I do now?”

“If there is a God, may you never say anything like that ever again.” Ryan manages to get his door open, although only barely, and he stumbles a few feet into the room before simply letting Danny fall right into the bed, breathing hard.

“May I have permission to sleep?” Danny mumbles, eyes already closing as he mostly crawls his way further into the bed. Ryan’s heard him ask Nate Vandrum that question every fucking night since they brought him home, with the occasional lapse when he remembers he’s a human being and grown-ass humans don’t have to ask permission to fall asleep.

Just like they shouldn’t have to ask permission to shower or bathe or sit in a chair and not on the floor or eat with a fork or…

No. Too tired to be angry right now.

“Yes,” Ryan says heavily. “Yes, you can sleep.”

“Thank you for letting me sleep, Ryan.” The voice is soft and fuzzy, gentle and grateful, and Ryan fucking hates Danny’s stupid fucking rules and his stupid fucking puppy voice. And he hates that he’s so tired that he can’t stop himself from being angry that Danny still uses it rather than focusing on the fact that sometimes, for whole days, he doesn’t.

“No problem, buddy. Get some rest.”

He watches Danny curl up, turning his six-foot-two body into something shockingly small. His knees go to his chest and his arms curve over his head with his hands loosely splayed over his hair, a defensive position to ward off the blows that might be coming at any time.

He never slept like that before, he’d said to Vandrum one night early on, when they’d both woken up and caught Danny curled up like that on the floor next to the couch.

Yeah, w-w-well, your p-parents didn’t w-w-wake him up with head t-trauma, did they? Nate had said, and Ryan had hated him a little less, in the moment, when he’d seen the guilt written across his face. Nate was always guilty, and he damn well should be, but Ryan had plenty to be guilty about, too.

Plenty to make up for.

And he’ll be right back to that as soon as he gets some goddamn sleep.

Ryan sighs, swaying a little, and finally climbs in, sliding under the covers, unruly black curls falling over his face. He watches Danny, already out, curled up and ready to be kicked awake at any moment.

He falls asleep with one hand out, resting on top of the comforter within inches of Danny, not quite touching him.

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