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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#yu ziyuan#jiang yanli#jiang cheng#wei wuxian#Do you know how hard it was to *not* do a 'Sold To One Direction' spoof comic? It took nearly all my will power.#Mostly because it misaligns a little too far off from the canon events and vibes.#But sit with me for a moment. Consider it:#“BEEP BEEP BEEP. I threw my pillow at my alarm clock. ”Wei Wuxian get your lazy ass downstairs!“ Yu Ziyuan yelled.#I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror to see my grey orbs staring back at me.#I put my long straight black hair in a ponytail with a red ribbon.#I went downstairs to see my adoptive mother holding a bottle of vodka and a cigarette.#'Listen up whore! I need money to pay the bills so I sold you. Your new owners will be here any minute so go pack!'#I stormed upstairs. There was no way I was going to let her sell me to a creepy old man!#I decided to run away. Since I'm not like other girls I don't have very many friends.#My gay friend Lan Zhan was mean but he lived like a block away.#As I opened the door I saw Wen Chao blocking the door. 'Ello Love. We're your new owners!'#I rolled my eyes and pushed him. 'Aren't you from that stupid Wen Sect? There's no way in hell I'm going with you!'#Hey again. It's me the OP of this blog taking a pause. I haven't actually read this story before aside from the memes#and I am honestly reeling from how this watpad fic chapter ends. What do you mean one of the one direction boys chloroforms her???#Chapter 2 is so much worse#Why is there such a strong focus on the *eyes* of every boy!!!#This fanfic is a horror story actually. I came into it trying to make a funny parody but I got in over my head. Dear God.#It's me again. Several minutes have passed and I'm on chapter 4. What the FUCK is going on here?#I feel like I opened up pandora's box hoping for a fun little treat and got the plauge upon me. Dont read this fic.
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My headcanons for how the human counterparts of the TADC cast(mostly their appearence)
Kaufmo: He's a guy with a big belly and thin limbs, light skin, small eyes, long head, linguini nose, chubby linguini from ratatouile, short straight hair, somewhat crooked teeth, above average height but not short, downturned eyes, green-brownish eyes
Pomni: Bob cut with straight bangs, brown hair, a mole on the cheek, fat(to me Pomni irl is fat and nothing will change my mind), wears her work uniform at home, big eyes, eyebags, short, round eyes, brown eyes
Ragatha: Acne scars, wavy or curly hair, tall, blind in one eye(my dad is also blind in one eye :3), high nose bridge, upturned eyes, green eyes, redhead
Jax: Tall, brown skin, monolids, short curly hair, yellow teeth, NO JAUNDICE, amber eyes, wears overalls irl but with a colorful 90s sweater, skinny, when he smiles his gums show a bit
Kinger: Skrunkly middle aged man, wrinkles, blond, long skrunkly beard, long hair(somewhat skrunkrly), skinny needs to eat more, only puts his glasses on to read and doesn't use them otherwise, hooded eyes, blue gray eyes with brown near the black pupil
Queenie: Chubby, dark skin, straight dark brown hair, downturned eyes, brown eyes, mole near her left eye, big eyelashes that form a kinda spiky shape, latina(I don't know which country, there are too much cool countries to choose and y'know, I'm brazilian so I'm resisting the urge), uses a ponytail, middle aged, has wrinkles
Gangle: Black, braid ponytails tied with red ribbons, monolids, big lips, her face gets reddish-brown when she cries(this happens to my friends), has a bunch of skin tags, taller than pomni but still kinda short, thin, no boobs, no butt(I don't know how to say her body type without it sounding weird, I'm so sorry)
Zooble: Has arm and leg prosthetics, has a prosthetic eye, short curly hair, black, almond eyes, wears colorful 90's clothing, mismatched garments, full body, colorful jacket, forgets where she left her walking prosthetic leg so she uses the running prosthetic leg thinking it's gonna be fine to use just for a while but they walk wonky and theys till can't find the other leg and they want to walk and it's a horrible loop
#tadc headcanon#tadc kinger#tadc pomni#tadc jax#tadc queenie#amazing digital circus#the amazing digital circus#ragatha#kinger#jax#gangle#zooble#tadc gangle#tadc zooble#headcanon#human jax#human pomni#human ragatha#human kinger#human gangle#human zooble#human queenie
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I finished making my Creepypasta OC…this is her…no, we are not going to talk about how I made her look like Toby on accident.
Trigger warning (all uncensored under the cut : mentions of mvrd£r, mentions of @rs°n, mentions of st@lk!ng, mentions of kn!v£s, mentions of gvns, uncensored profanities
Name: Marie Larkk
Alias: Whist
Catchphrase: hush, all will be silent soon.
Age: 16
Height: 5'3
Crimes:
murder (she literally kills people)
arson (she'll occasionally start fires in order to either dispose of bodies or just blow off some steam because she's stressed)
stalking (she stalks her victims to see if she deems them worthy of having their life taken (aka, if you're an absolute asshole))
Preferred victims: rapists, abusers, alcoholics (especially ones who have no desire to change), other miscellaneous criminals
Weapons of choice: pocket knife, pistol
Miscellaneous facts:
she chose the name Whist due to the word meaning "to hush or silence" or "to become silent" since she is making people silent by killing them
she wouldn't have chosen the red and yellow striped stalks on intuition, she chose them due to her childhood obsession with the television series Ruby Gloom and wanted to show a person more like Ruby to abuse victims and trauma survivors (yes, I only did that to promote one of the best children's TV shows I've ever watched :))
she does stutter a bit at times when talking and generally has trouble expressing her thoughts but once she gets started on ranting or telling someone off she can go for a while nonstop and get her point across surprisingly clearly despite how many times she might loose track of what she's saying or going over something more than once on accident
she occasionally has anxiety induced hallucinations, doesn't happen often but she does see creepy forms and faces
She lived in a house haunted with demons until her parents were able to move her out with her younger sister at ages 10 and 8
She's a bit clumsy and so she always keeps medical supplies on her
She has a bit of issues trusting people due to loosing her grandmother after months of being told that her grandmother would be able to come home, not being able to keep friends for more than a few months other than two which she had for longer but has trouble keeping contact even before she started killing people, not being able to tell her parents that she's not straight after being told that "they don't dislike gays, they just think that their views are skewed", and not being taken seriously as a child
She has a small undercut that's only noticable when she puts her hair into a ponytail (yes, like Jaiden Animations, she went through a time where Jaiden Animations was her favorite YouTuber but was no longer able to watch her after the video where she mentioned that she wasn't straight, go check her videos out please, she's cool :)) which she does frequently with her hood down (aka, when she's not on missions)
She died her hair so that it's an almost blackish red-brown (think the color of dried blood) with small streaks of dark red and black (ribbon highlights and ribbon low-lights)
She has almost random times when she switches from being practically emotionless to almost overly emotional, these are normally triggered by things that would shift your emotions very quickly
She doesn't tan easily, she gets a shit tun of freckles though
She doesn't like car rides, they make her nauseous and dizzy and especially if the cars are warm, so she tries her best to avoid using cars unless traveling a long distance
She can look flustered surprisingly easily, she gets to nervous, angry, or embarrassed and then her ears, nose, neck, and cheeks can turn vivid pink if her emotions run too high…she doesn't like how easily readable this makes her though since she prefers to keep to herself
She likes to stay silent, especially as Whist where she almost never talks about a whisper, outside missions she just keeps quiet and speaks normally when needed to speak though
She's incredibly awkward and decides that's another reason for her to stay silent
She's loyal to a fault and will do literally everything to make sure that you stay safe of you get in her good books and don't betray her
She has an interest in fashion and styles in general, quite liking messing with different makeup styles whenever alone in her room
She actually really likes giving and receiving physical affection whenever she considers herself close to someone and is know to accept "smothering" and smother people slightly with attention if she likes you…if she doesn't consider herself close to you she is very strongly against being touched though
Doesn't mind her height and is fairly resilient to all teasing, unless you're teasing someone she cares about, then she'll want to harm you, a lot…would probably just smack you upside the head and glare if you're someone she cares about though
Actually quite girly, especially with style, and mostly chose this because it looked good, suited her style a surprising amount, and it's more practical to kill and stalk people in shorts than in skirts…otherwise it looks surprisingly similar to her normal style
Is actually a bit of a romantic at heart…not that she normally shows it
Powers/defects:
Powers:
none (unless she becomes a proxy, I'm on the fence about that)
Defects:
slightly clumsy
acrophobic
slightly claustrophobic (not a lot but she definitely starts to panic when in an adequately small space for too long)
bad eyesight (can effect aim at times)
mood jumps (makes it so that she's completely ready to pull the trigger on you at one point and then takes pity on you the next, doesn't happen often but it does happen)
reckless (like, she has no fear of death at this point reckless)
stubborn
Stats:
speed: 7.5/10 (adequately fast)
strength: 6.5/10 (not the strongest but above average…slightly)
smarts: 7.5/10 (adequate with street smarts and intelligence)
cruelty: 5/10 (not very cruel but she can torture people if she wants)
predictability: 7/10 (adequately predictable but can be unpredictable at times)
overall danger level: 7/10 (could survive an encounter but less gentle than normal people)
If someone wants I'd be more than willing to write out her backstory and I'd also be very grateful if someone gave me constructive criticism on how to make her better ^u^
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ok ive spent several days reading kenran zuroku heres my favourite facts/details i didnt notice bc i dont pay close attention
imanotsurugi’s hair touches the floor when its loose
maeda has leaf patterns on the lining of his cape that change between white and purple depending on the angle
all the awataguchi tantou besides yagen have ribbons around their uchiban shirt collars and most of them have dark grey ribbons but maeda’s is yellow, houchou’s is light grey, and mouri’s is a green darker than his hair
midare’s sentou shorts have a gold flower on his hip (hidden by his dress)
gokotai’s tigers all have unique designs and have either sky blue or gold eyes hence why his kiwame tiger has one gold one sky blue eye
gokotai’s eyes seem to shine in the dark
aizen uses a red cord as a belt but he struggles to untie it every time lmao
sayo isnt good at tying bows so theyre all wonky..........
i already knew this but nikkari doesnt wear Anything under his uchiban jersey
izuminokami and horikawa’s eyes are shinsengumi haori blue (straight up didnt make the connection)
urashima and nagasone’s wear their kotetsu straps the same way but hachisuka has an extra strap on his left upper arm and around each ankle
the white kotetsu shirt is like a blacksmith’s outfit. urashima and hachisuka have the same but urashima’s wears his like nagasone
URASHIMA HAS THE SAME HAIR TEXTURE AS HACHISUKA HE JUST STYLES IT LIKE NAGASONE
urashima has fishscale patterns on his uchiban jinbei
nakigitsune wears a tie during uchiban he just has his jersey zipped up over it
the samonji have a decorative knot hanging from their chest. sayo’s has one loop souza’s two kousetsu’s three
hachisuka is the only kotetsu to wear that long sleeved black top under his kotetsu shirt
hachisuka has a high centre of gravity with a feeling of floating and weightlessness compared to nagasone’s low centre of gravity and groundedness
his waist armour was designed to be like a tennyo’s hagoromo and his hair is like a halo
nagasone’s uchiban vest is soft after many washes
his hair ties are cheap (vs hachisuka’s. golden flower hairpin.) and his hair is “animal-like” (despite not being a ‘real’ kotetsu etc)
nagasone’s waist armour was designed to be like blackbird feathers and i literally couldnt read it properly but urashima’s may be a grass skirt? if i read it right.
akashi has a habit of fiddling with his hair
he rolls his left sleeve up so he can swap to his left hand in emergencies
all the osafune have an emblem on their uchiban jersey’s right sleeve
shokudaikiri has a sliced moon/fire in gold
kenshin and azuki have a sparrow feather/bamboo in blue and pink respectively. i think the small feather filament may represent kenshin and the bigger one azuki?
daihannya has coins in gold
koryuu has a dragon claw in purple
chougi has a flame(?) in grey
shinano’s hair is just long enough to put in a tiny ponytail
he has a kaishi ire (tissue/notepaper case) in his inside jacket pocket
things he keeps in his garter pouches: portable sewing kit, ointment, umeboshi, bandage, candy, nail clippers, etc
hakata is very lucky cat themed
he carries a pen (with a lucky cat logo) and notepad on him into battle
he puts little clips on his trousers in uchiban to keep them rolled up
houchou’s bag has both japanese and western sweets
his armguard has a vague rabbit design
he has a little bird netsuke on his belt behind his back!!!
taikogane’s hair looks like a bird’s nest in the mornings
his uchiban tshirt has date masamune’s maedate moon on it
fudou’s hair goes down to his calves
mouri has to wrap his belt around him twice
kenshin and azuki both have dango hanging from their belts
they have the same handkerchief in their back pockets in uchiban: white with pink azuki beans along the edge
kenshin has azuki beans on the soles of his uchiban wellies
kenshin’s uchiban socks have two azuki beans on the side while azuki’s have three
hyuuga’s two black hair strands comes from the two gomabashi engravings in the blade
the blade was often used as a gift which is why he has so many ribbons and bows
when he puts his hood on he takes his hat off and puts it in his belt
his hair accessories are omodaka shaped (ishida-ke mon)
his uchiban water bottle has an umeboshi onigiri keychain hanging from it
kotegiri has five moles in a circle on the back of his right hand and two under his right eye
several of muramasa’s layers have gaps cut out so he can screw his tail in
kikkou’s uchiban scarf has embroidered chrysanthemums in gold thread
nansen wears toe socks
his kusege flutters in the wind but returns to its original position
his uchiban jersey has the same ring as his collar but in silver as his zip pull
juzumaru’s eyeshadow is made with lapis lazuli which purifies the soul and wards off evil
hes very heavily lotus themed with lotus pink and lapis lazuli blue coloured accessories
his beads change between black and white depending on the lighting except the three large ones which are ultramarine blue
his uchiban boots have a pink version of nikkari’s kyougoku-ke shiroshouzoku pin?
the two metal parts on ookanehira’s collar come together to form a butterfly except he always has his collar open so they dont join
daihannya has a LOUPE
koryuu’s studs are the same purple as his eyes
he has a satchel on the back of his belt with medicine, a compass, letter scroll, writing set, map, koban purse, etc inside
he has five hairpins on his right side and four on the left
higekiri and hizamaru get new white symbols on their jackets with each toku representing onikiri, shishinoko, and tomokiri, and kumokiri and hoemaru
kogarasumaru’s sentou is inspired by the battle of dan no ura, with the frills on his right shoulder representing the waves
the lining of his suihi has a pale cyan to vermilion gradient that changes in the light
he is barefoot and graceful as a ballerina, inspired by an anecdote of a tiptoeing crow
azuki’s uchiban tshirt is white with pink sparrow and bamboo designs
shizuka doesnt wear that black sleeveless turtleneck that tomoe does in uchiban
tomoe doesnt tie his sleeves up like shizuka does
hizen wears the same pants in sentou and uchiban
chougi wears both SHIRT GARTERS and SOCK GARTERS
buzen has tiny zipup pockets in his knees
chiyoganemaru plaits his hair in uchiban and ties it with a yellow scrunchie with an anemonefish charm
hakusan’s skin feels cold to the touch
his hat has a melon flower pin sewn to it and he has a melon flower keychain hanging from his uchiban belt
gokotai’s nails are tiger fur orange after kiwame
on his shoulders, knee pads, socks, and boots he has four orange spots that are like tiger toe beans
gokotai’s crest is on his tiger’s forehead and it disappears temporarily when he gets damaged
the blue/purple fireballs around nikkari are hitodama
souza’s beads become a greenish blue but can look purple sometimes depending on the lights
the pattern on hachisuka’s breastplate is like maki-e flowers
his kiwame coat has tiger stripes in the lining and is just like urashima’s but his flutters more
his hagoromo (he has his own now!) is iridescent and the section behind his head floats slightly
he has the image of flowing water and petals and the light and open feeling is like he is sitting in a lotus which reflects his extreme internal change (he has reached enlightenment!!!!!!)
#the list is mostly objective fact besides my remarks in brackets but i will say in tags thats entirely mine#Ough the kotetsu sky/sea/land theming. that kinda makes me go Nuts!#also related to that is hachisuka's uchiban obi has the purple clouds on it.#also that kotegiri's moles foreshadowed the placements of the other gous' moles#oops! did i add too many kotetsu design notes into this! well i love them.#gemitus#tkrb#chi translations
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Cale Henituse hair headcanons
I think that as a fandom we don’t talk enough about Cale’s hair, which is a shame really, so I personally took it upon myself to write some headcanons:
Cale let his hair get so long because he was just too lazy to cut it. Before, someone would usually suggest him to cut it (usually Ron) but he would just push it for later and never actually get to it. Now they just don’t bother him
Everyone loves his hair. They like to style it, they like to play with it, especially the children. On likes to brain it or experiment with different hairstyles. Most of the hairstyles Cale wears were made by On (she got so good at it, everyone thinks Cale has a personal hair stylist). Hong likes to brush his hair or put little decorations like flowers or hair clips. Sometimes he also styles his hair in the most bizarre ways (cale always knows what he’s doing because Hong giggles every time he does that, but he just lets him do it as long as he’s having fun). Raon is Hong’s accomplice. He’s the one who gives the hairstyle ideas and “distracts” Cale so he doesn’t know what they’re doing. Also as a dragon, Raon has an eye for precious things so he pick up most of Cale’s hair accessories. The black ribbon that Cale wears most of the time was handpicked by Raon and is made by the sturdiest and most expensive silk sold in the whole kingdom
Cale’s hair grows ridiculously fast. Which is weird because he’s physically incapable of growing facial hair and has little to none body hair. When he first transmigrated his hair was just a bit below chin level. Now after just 2 years it’s way past his shoulders (I’m speaking from personal experience here guys. My hair grows fast but not THAT fast). Even tho he doesn’t truly cut it, he does trim it a bit now and than because having it too long would be a hassle.
His hair is really smooth and silky but when he had it short it would get really messy and every day it looked like he had bed hair. Now that it’s longer and it weighs more it doesn’t really get messy and he barely even needs to brush it.
Because his hair is straight that means that his hair gets a lot static especially during winter. One time it was so bad Cale almost grabbed a pair of scissors and chopped off his hair in annoyance (thankfully he was stopped by Choi Han). He compromised by tying half of it behind so it’s not in his face so much and that hairstyle just stuck. Raon also helps moisturize his hair with magic sometimes.
Also because it’s straight, his hair gets really oily. He can’t go 3 days tops without washing his hair or it would look like someone dumped a bucked on his hair. This gets annoying too but there’s nothing Cale can do because it got oily even when his hair was short. Sometimes during emergencies when he doesn’t have time to wash it Raon helps him again by washing it with magic. He also had oily hair when he was Kim Rok Soo
As Kim Rok Soo he didn’t have the luxury of time and money to really care about his hair. He just washed it with a soap, rinsed it and let it hair dry. Now that he has enough money to spend on anything, he has become more invested in his hair care. He does secretly enjoy the process of taking care of it but just brushes it off as enjoying spending money of useless stuff
His hair smells like fruits. That’s because he uses fruity shampoos, most of the time with berries or apples. The kids love falling asleep next to him while smelling the sweet scent of forest fruits. It calms them down and soothes them to sleep right away (Cale is fruity XD)
Cale has a lot of hair but his hair is really thin so it doesn’t look voluminous. And because it so thin usually it falls out easily. Most of his coats and his pillows are covered with cat fur and long red strands. But because he has a lot of hair he doesn’t really worry about any bald spots
Besides the times when On fixes his hair, he usually ties it himself. He doesn’t really care about hairstyles so he just ties it in a half or low ponytail most of the time, with the ribbon Raon gave him. Of course during special events he gets his hair styled by On most of the time and sometimes from the house staff
Since Cale is a ginger he expected his hair to turn white or lose pigment after a certain age which he’s thankful for because his red hair is too recognizable. But because life likes to fuck with him, he didn’t know that Thames’ keep their bright blood red hair for a long long time, sometimes not ever losing it’s pigment. And since he stabbed himself with the World Tree root he’s basically immortal so any hope of his hair whitening is completely lost, much to his annoyance
OG!Cale loved playing with his mom’s hair and so did Drew(Jour) with his. They usually made flower crowns together and put it on each other’s heads. He really liked the color of his hair that was exactly like his mom’s and is one of the few things that he misses now that he’s Kim Rok Soo. But he finds comfort in the fact that his mom’s, now niece’s hair is the same color as his, black.
When Cale faints for long periods of time after using his ancient powers, everyone takes turns taking care of his hair and washing it so it doesn’t bother him when he wakes
When Raon passes his third growth phase and is finally able to polymorph he makes sure he looks extremely similar to Cale and takes extra care of his hair to look exactly like his humans besides the part of it being black and not red.
If Cale is close enough with someone he let’s them do whatever they want with his hair. Choi Han, Lock and the wolf children like to decorate his hair with flowers and flower crowns. Rosalyn likes to spell his hair and dye it different colors judging which one suits him best (so far white is the winner). Mary likes to give him small braids all over his head. Alberu likes to brush Cale’s hair when he’s stressed and he’s within arms reach (its a habit he picked when he was young since brushed his mothers hair all the time). Eruhaben spells his hair to make it healthier and shinier which had become a habit because of his own long hair. Sherrit and Mila enjoy styling his hair in different and childish styles (they both can’t style their kids hair since Raon can’t turn into a human yet and Dodori’s afro is untamable). Basen, Lily and Violan like to brush and fix his hair when they see that it’s not properly fixed. When Cale was young Deruth always ruffled Cale’s head messing up his hair and that habit slips out even now and Cale’s long strands get tangled in between his fingers (Cale doesn’t mind at all when this happens because it reminds him of how Lee Soo Hyuk used to ruffle his hair). Ron and Hans take care of Cale’s wardrobe and they also help wash his hair when he takes baths. Beacrox makes sure Cale’s hair is always clean and always reminds him to wash it when it starts the get oily. Cale even let Bud tie his hair up a few times much to everyone’s shock. The only person Cale never lets near his hair is Rasheel (he’s seen that buzz cut and he doesn’t like it)
One of the reasons why Cale let his hair get so long (besides just being lazy) and let’s people play with it is because, back in Earth 2, Choi Jung Soo would always complain that Kim Rok Soo left his hair too short and he couldn’t play with it. He also told him that he would look handsome if his hair was a bit longer (much to Kim Rok Soo’s disgust), and made him promise that in the future when they retired he would grow his hair and let him play with it all the time. Rok Soo told him to not prank him by giving him weird hairstyles in the middle of the night
One time Cale woke up with his hair in a terrible braid and asked Hong if he had done it to which Hong replied no. Raon told him that he woke up in the middle of the night and this figure that kinda looked like Choi Han was messing with his hair so he asked him what he was doing. The figure replied that he was playing a prank kind of cheekily and than Raon fell asleep again. Cale felt like his breathing stopped and quickly went to find Choi Han. Choi Han was a bit shocked at first but he replied that he didn’t go to his room last night and braid his hair. Cale froze for a moment and than started to softly chuckle much to everyones shock. Choi Han asked him if something had happened. Cale wiped the corners of his eyes that had tears forming in them and simply said that Jung Soo had played a prank in him last night. Neither of them knew that a couple of trees away a Choi Jung Soo was also chuckling while sitting on a branch and staring fondly at the both of them
That’s all I have for now. Some of these were pretty long and the last 2 ones were basically a fanfic oneshot plot. Feel free to add whatever headcanons you have about Cale’s hair
#tcf#lcf#trash of the count’s family#lout of the count’s family#cale henituse#tcf novel#tcf novel spoilers#tcf on#tcf hong#raon miru#choi chan#tcf lock#ron molan#beacrox molan#rosalyn#alberu crossman#eruhaben#tcf dragons#basen henituse#lily henituse#violan henituse#deruth henituse#jour thames#og!cale henituse#lee soo hyuk#kim rok soo#choi jung soo#tcf soos#Tcf headcanons#tcf fanfic
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Can u make kim chaewon smut wearing that halloween costume? Thank u
Trick Or Treat
IZ*ONE Chaewon x Male Reader
Word Count: 2931 words
Categories: smut, oral, facefucking, daddy kink
note; sorry that this took a long time. 2931 words of kim chaewon coming right at ya’, hope you’ll enjoy.
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"Trick or treat!"
You heard a knock on the door and the voice of Kim Chaewon, your girlfriend's friend. Still putting up some decorations in the living room, you jumped in shock, thinking why Chaewon came 2 hours early for the Halloween party. You walked towards the front door and twisted the doorknob to open the door.
"Damn, you're really early Chae….won.."
You were speechless as you see Chaewon dressed up in a one-piece dress that is short enough to reveal her slim thighs and tight enough to show off her petite body and her perky boobs. The top part of her outfit was see-through, allowing you to see her shoulders. She was wearing a hairband with two horns, portraying her cosplay as a devil. You tried to not drool at the sight and throw away dirty thoughts about her as you stood there as straight as a tree.
"Oppa? Are you okay?" Chaewon asked you while waving her hand in front of your face.
You snapped out of your trance and quickly invited her into your apartment. She walked to the living room and sat on a couch. You slowly walked towards the living room as well, nervous as your brain was sending an impulse to your crotch. You fixed your pants so that it won't show your growing bulge before going back to decorate the wall. Suddenly, Chaewon came towards your side and started helping you out.
"I came early because I wanted to help you decorate!" Chaewon said.
"Ahh, it's fine actually, but I do appreciate your help, thanks!" You said to her and got back to work on the wall decorations.
You both were getting deep into a conversation about how her group's concert went. You told her that you loved her sub-unit's performance and her new hair color. She blushed and thanked you for your compliment. Throughout the conversation, you noticed that Chaewon’s actions were flirty, such as hitting your shoulders every time you made a little joke and licking her lips whenever she’s in your eyesight. You just ignored it because you were focusing on finishing the decorations before the others arrive.
Suddenly, she dropped some ribbons on the ground. Of course, she bent down to pick them up and surprise surprise! You got a perfect view of her ass in shorts which you're not gonna lie, has fapped to a bunch of times in her fancams. You mentally slapped yourself as you were already thinking about grabbing onto her hips and slamming her ass onto your crotch. She took her time picking the ribbons and you were feeling uneasy because of your now obvious boner.
"Ahh, sorry about that, I- ohh…" Chaewon stopped talking after she had finally realized what she had done. Your face was hot and red, filled with embarrassment. You were ready to face the consequences but a sudden smirk appeared on Chaewon's face.
"I..I'm so sorry about t-this...I'll calm it down in the bathro-" You were interrupted by Chaewon suddenly pinning you to the wall.
"It's okay, I can help you with that...daddy." She whispered into your ear sexily, slowly drawing her hand onto your crotch. You moaned in response, thinking about stopping her but the pleasure was too much for you to have and you don't wanna miss it.
"Ch-Chaewon-ah...Saku-"
"Don't worry, daddy. Sakura unnie likes it when we…"play" with you. In fact, she actually told me about you fapping to my fancams. You like my ass, don't you?" Chaewon shook her ass, teasing you as your pants grew tighter.
You slowly nodded in response. Now filled with lust, you moaned loudly to her touch. Chaewon knelt down to see your bulge sticking out. She slowly licked the tip of your cock through your pants and pleasure instantly jolted through your body. Her hands were on the side of your pants, tugging it to take it off. You helped her and threw your pants somewhere in the living room.
Now in your underwear, Chaewon groped your sticking bulge, feeling your hard shaft as it produces more precum, staining the piece of cloth covering your cock. Finally, Chaewon pulled your underwear down and your cock sprang free. It slapped Chaewon in the face, acknowledging how big it is. She giggled and stroked your cock a few times, making your tip leaks more precum.
"Does that feel good, daddy?"
"Yeah...keep doing that Chaewon-ah…."
Chaewon's strokes increased in length, going fully up and down your 8-inch cock. The room was filled with your euphoric moans as you felt Chaewon's kisses on your shaft before putting her lips on your tip. Chaewon moaned at the taste of your sweet precum. After licking off all the precum on your tip, she parted her lips and took you inside her small mouth.
Chaewon sucked your cock inch by inch, filling her mouth with your warmth. You let out a soft grunt every time the tip of your cock makes contact with her throat. Sakura's mouth was tight, but Chaewon's mouth was rather soft and perfectly shaped your cock. You looked down to see the beautiful woman who was driving you crazy with her mouth. You ran your hand through her black short hair and placed your hand on the back of her head.
"Ahh, good girl…" You said before Chaewon removes your shaft from her mouth after a few more bobs.
"I want daddy to fuck my throat."
You were a little shocked that Kim Chaewon, the innocent-looking idol was so good at dirty talking. Maybe she learned it from mommy? Fulfilling her lustful request, you formed a little ponytail with her hair and forced your cock into her mouth. Once you're inside, you start to move your hips and thrust inside her tight throat. Her adorable eyes looking at you while you fucked her throat was the cutest thing you ever witnessed throughout the sinful act. You upped your pace and Chaewon moaned on your cock, throbbing it harder than before. Her gag reflexes were non-existent, so you were more than happy enough to fuck her throat deeply.
"Is this what you want, baby?" You asked her and forced her down your shaft, widening her eyes as saliva starts pouring out from her mouth.
"Mmm-mmhm!" Chaewon murmured, feeling satisfied as her mouth is full of your warm shaft.
You continued your fast pace after deepthroating her for a few seconds. Her makeup was ruined because of her saliva spilling out as you fuck her mouth without a care. Eventually, you feel your cock twitches, signaling your orgasm is about to arrive. Chaewon felt the sudden twitch of your cock and started to bop her head down your shaft following your rhythm to chase your orgasm.
"Baby, I-I'm gonna-" You struggled to speak as Kim Chaewon fastened her pace until your orgasm finally arrived. You erupted in her mouth with your warm and thick semen, covering the entirety of it. She tried to take it all in but your orgasm was so big that it leaked from the sides of her mouth and dripped to the floor. Your orgasm didn't finish instantly as your tip still oozed out little spurts of cum even after you removed your shaft from Chaewon's mouth. Her face was covered in her own saliva and a little bit of your cum due to your non-stopping orgasm just now. She raised her head to face you and opened her mouth to show your cum that filled her pretty mouth. You smiled as she closed her mouth and swallowed your cum, giggling right after.
"Mmm, daddy tastes sweet."
"You did well, baby." You said before lifting her up to your arms and straddles her legs to your hips.
"Now daddy wants to fuck his little slut." You brought her to the couch and laid her down on her back. You took off your shirt and gave it to her to wipe off the dirty remarks on her face. Chaewon looked a bit nervous after dropping your shirt onto the floor.
"Why do you look so nervous, baby?"
"Daddy's cock is so big...I'm afraid that you're gonna break me…" Chaewon looked up to you with puppy eyes, sending a wave of emotions to your brain. How can she be so adorable when you were about to ruin her?
You chuckled, "Don't worry Chaewon-ah, daddy will take good care of you."
Your hands quickly placed itself beside her and pinned her to the couch, showing off your dominance. You slowly glide your hand towards her back to reach the zipper of her dress. Once you found the zipper, you pulled it down harshly and slowly dragged the dress off Chaewon's body with her help. After throwing the dress somewhere in the room, Chaewon was left in a black lace bra with shorts but soon after, she discarded the shorts to reveal her matching panties. No more words were needed as you lowered your face towards hers, connecting both of your lips to fulfill each other's desire.
While making out, your hand sneaked up behind her to unhook her bra. Chaewon moaned as her perky breasts were exposed to you. You fondled her breasts and pinched her pink nipples softly. Chaewon was petite, but her body was a killer, packed with curves, well-endowed breasts, and of course, a nice ass. Pulling yourself away from her lips, your mouth latched onto her left nipple after leaving a few kisses on her neck. You made sure her nipples were drenched by making circles with your tongue around it. You took your time on her left nipple before moving on to the right.
"Mmm, daddy…" Chaewon ran her hand through your body and eventually reached your cock. She strokes it slowly to get it back into full hardness. After a full minute of sucking on her nipples, you pepper her stomach with kisses before taking off her panties. Gliding your hand to her revealed pussy, you feel her getting wet with your touch. You rubbed her vagina with your hard erection up and down, earning more moans from Chaewon. Then, you thrust forward, your cock parts the lips of her pussy and enters her tight walls.
You were only a few inches inside Chaewon and you already feel like you’re gonna be stuck there forever as her walls were suffocating your cock. You pushed more of you into her, grunting loudly until the room echoed. Chaewon’s tears fell down as the euphoric sensation took over her. You kissed her once again to make sure she felt calm in your embrace as you thrust deeper into her. Both of you let out a satisfied sigh when your cock was fully inside her.
“Fuck...daddy is so big...” Chaewon moaned in your ear.
Steadily, you retreated from her walls and left only your tip there. You slam back into her and slowly develop a rhythm of thrusts. Chaewon was drenched, making it easier for you to enter her despite the feeling of her tight pussy. As you increase the pace of your thrusts, her breasts slightly bounced along. You cupped her breasts and used them as handles to fuck Chaewon even harder. Chaewon placed her hand on your back for support, whining in pain and pleasure because of your long thrusts.
"Ahh…baby, you’re so tight,” you whispered into her ear, followed by a hot breath to increase Chaewon’s pleasure.
Chaewon's moans became more intense as she felt her orgasm was fast approaching. You felt her walls were getting warm, signaling you to fuck her even faster.
“Daddy! I’m gonna cum!”
“Yes, cum all over my cock, baby,” As your words were out of your mouth, Chaewon came instantly, her juices drowning your cock and staining the couch underneath. She cried out of pleasure and moaned beautifully into your ears. Throughout her orgasm, you kept thrusting your rod into her wet core, spilling more of her nectar while Chaewon tried to recover her senses. You withdrew your shaft from her freshly fucked pussy and admired the beautiful mess that you made. Still panting heavily, you gave Chaewon no break as you turned her body and lifted her hips up to the air.
Without wasting any more time, you grabbed her tiny waist and inserted your shaft into her tight pussy once again. Chaewon was still sensitive because of her orgasm earlier, so she lets out a loud scream. Her ass beautifully clapped on your crotch as you pound her insides. You gave her ass two loud slaps, each landing on both of her ass cheeks. Chaewon buried her face in the couch to muffle her moans that were getting louder every time you penetrate her. Annoyed that you couldn’t see her gorgeous face, you harshly pulled her hair and smacked her ass once more with your free hand.
“Ahh daddy! You fill me up so well! Spank me harder!" Chaewon moaned.
With no hesitation, you smack her plump ass a few more times, earning shrieks and gasps from the fairy that is Kim Chaewon. Both of your crotches were getting even wetter with Chaewon's juices that were flooding out of her. The only thing that was on your mind at that moment was pleasuring her, the thought of her aegyos was already lost from your mind as you learned that Chaewon was more than a cute radish. The symphony of her moans continues to drive you wild as you feed off Chaewon’s desire.
You couldn’t get enough of Chaewon’s warmth as your thrusts were getting deeper and deeper. Suddenly, Chaewon squirmed and let out a loud and piercing scream. Your shaft has reached her g-spot and increased Chaewon's sensations. You kept thrusting into the same spot while running your hands all over her tight body that was covered in sweat.
"More, daddy! I'm g-gonna cum again!"
Chaewon's words awaken your senses as you drive yourself into her like a madman, filling her tight pussy with all of your cock. Her pussy was clenching your cock to force you to your orgasm. The pressure inside your body was increasing every thrust as you can feel your body tensing up. As the both of you were getting closer to your impending orgasm, you pull Chaewon's body to you so her back would land on your chest. The new position made both of you feel closer than ever as you both kissed deeply, exchanging saliva into each other's mouth.
"Your pussy feels so fucking good around my cock, I'm going to cum inside you, baby," You said after pulling away from the kiss and hugged her body.
"Yes, fuuck! Pound me harder daddy! Fill your pretty slut up with your cum!" Chaewon was filled with desperation for your climax.
Your cock was twitching hard inside her warm vagina and you did everything you could to hold yourself so the both of you will reach your orgasm at the same time. Eventually, you felt your crotch being covered by Chaewon's juices as her walls clamped your cock painfully. Chaewon's head rests on your shoulders as she reaches her orgasm, her body trembles as her cunt was producing waves of her juices, moaning directly into your ears.
A groan of pleasure came out of your mouth as your orgasm hit, all of the muscles in your body flexed as you erupted inside her, covering her walls with your white and thick cum. Chaewon’s eyes rolled back in satisfaction as she felt your cock being embedded deep in her. You held her body tight in your embrace, sweat dripped off your forehead as you filled her with your warmth.
"Daddy feels so warm…"
You kept thrusting into her despite your release, aiming to send your load deep inside her cunt. After Chaewon's pussy had milked your cock dry, you pulled yourself away from her inch by inch. Your cum starts to flow out of her pussy slowly and drips down her thighs, showing you how big your load was. Both of you were exhausted as the both of you collapsed on the couch, panting heavily while still hugging each other.
“That..was amazing, Chaewon-ah…” You said before kissing her on the lips.
“Yeah, I loved every single part of it daddy.”
Suddenly, your eyes land on the clock. 7:44 p.m. Realizing that the party is about to start in 40 minutes, you and Chaewon quickly cleaned up. Thankfully, Chaewon’s dress was not wrinkled and you haven’t worn your costume yet. You fight the urge to have sex again with Chaewon in the shower as time was ticking. Eventually, the traces of sex were gone 15 minutes before all the guests comes in.
During the party, while you were talking to a friend at a corner, Sakura suddenly grabbed your hand and brought you to your room. After she closed the door, she looked at you with a cold expression. You thought for a while as why she was looking that way and eventually, you realize that she had maybe found out about what you had done with Chaewon. Your heart beats faster as Sakura walked slowly towards you.
“So, did you have fun with Chaewon?” Sakura said and gave a slight smirk.
“I can expla-”
“Don’t worry, oppa. Chaewon’s hot, so I understand why you came inside her.” Sakura said while circling your chest with her fingers.
“I just want one thing from you…” Before you can ask what she wants, Sakura pushes you to the bed and crawls towards you.
“I need you inside of me.”
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ranking the sdr2 cast by how much their formal wear hits
this is just my opinion, but my opinions are great and i know what i’m talking about! this will be long so it’s under a cut
S TIER:
s tier is reserved for only the best of them all, the cream of the crop, the fit that i would gladly lay down my life for. s tier is the crown jewel. s tier is what everyone else should strive to be... but only one can take the prize.
#1: AKANE OWARI
the undisputed champion. this look is everything to me. EVERYTHING. the red-trim cape with the fur. the contrast of the airy, gathered blouse with those skin-tight shiny (leather? vinyl??) pants. the pumps. the belt that screams disco style. the necklace accentuating the tasteful titty window. the red white and gold color scheme are you FUCKING WITH ME miss owari this look could bring ARMIES to their KNEES in an INSTANT. whoever drew this deserves full creative control of the danganronpa franchise and i’m not kidding
A TIER:
a tier is for the fits that frankly own bones. they’re not as jaw-dropping and legendary as owari, but they’re still razor as hell and deserve to be met with riotous applause.
#2: KAZUICHI SOUDA
kazuichi, i didn’t know you had it in you, but this FUCKS. the character of the pins on the lapels, the sneakers, and the mispinned tie. the absolute CLASS of the suspenders, watch, and tiny round glasses. the handsome slick in the hair now that the greasy beanie is gone. the tasteful highwater. he looks like the host of the larry king show if the larry king show was exclusively about ska bands and he has never looked better
#3: HIYOKO SAIONJI
tell me this isn’t the cutest shit. the colors here are EXQUISITE. the bright notes from the blue on top, the way the soft pink is a perfect middle ground of the pink + white flowers on her sleeves, the subtle way the green in her bow matches the green in her collar, the white petals breaking up the sky blue that might otherwise look out of place? remarkable. stunning.
#4: PEKO PEKOYAMA
the ELEGANCE is EVERYTHING here. the monochrome is offset by just a splash of red that ties everything together with her eyes and the flower in her hair, the checkerboard pattern is visually interesting but not distracting, and her hair in that loose ponytail with the little white ribbon? ugh. ADORABLE! but most of all, look at those BOOTS. those CUTE LITTLE HEELS on those SICK LACE-UP BOOTS..... QUEEN shit!!!
#5: CHIAKI NANAMI
rounding out our a tier is chiaki in this adorable little dress just LOOK at her!!! she looks like a little rose, a perfect flouncy skirt with a glittery mesh overlay, a fun and fresh over-the-shoulder collar, a fucking big old bow tied in the back?? i can literally feel the way this dress would feel in my hands. it’s simple and perfect and frankly a GORGEOUS color on her this is flawless
B TIER:
b tier is a perfectly respectable place to be. these fits lack the lustre and flavor of the a tier entries, but they’re still dressed to impress and they still look fine as hell.
#6: TERUTERU HANAMURA
say what you will about teruteru (and i do) but this suit is ADORABLE and it fits in with his theme + talent better than any other mfer on this list. the tasteful white/brown/red palette gives it a flashy chocolate cookie look, which is amplified in the fun pattern on the jacket. the chef’s hat switching out for a little top hat and the way the cumberbund looks a lil bit like a chocolate bar is also VERY cute
#7: THE IMPOSTOR
now on its own, the suit is just alright. a vibrant pinstripe blue three-piece with the classic red tie wouldn’t land the impostor in b tier on its own... but that FUR COAT, LUXURIOUSLY DRAPED OVER THE SHOULDERS does WONDERS to pull this look together. not only is it worn with “yeah, it’s real mink, no, you can’t touch it” confidence, but it also ties the otherwise arbitrary white loafers into the structure of the look. it’s subtle and class as hell.
C TIER
c tier is full of looks that are... fine, but ultimately either are boring, lack cohesion, or have a confusing design choice or two that make it hard to get all that amped about. c tier is a passing grade, but nothing more.
#8: NAGITO KOMAEDA
there’s a lot that’s good about this outfit, but there’s also a lot that doesn’t really work. let’s start with the good: the slutty loose bowtie and collar, the tight-fitting vest that ends before the hipbones so you can see the belt, the cute little ponytail? (chefs kiss) exquisite, all of it. but the suit itself is boring as sing, and who the hell decided to put the t-shirt symbol on the sleeves??? was it to add visual flavor to an otherwise bland suit? this does NOT have the black/white/red elegance that peko had.
#9: FUYUHIKO KUZURYUU
the silver and gold mob-boss look, complete with matching shoes vest and fedora, are a nice nod to fuyuhiko’s talent! the plaid is teetering on the edge between fun and garish to me, but the fact that it’s consistent and the only pattern means it isn’t too offensive. quick question though: why are his pant legs rolled up like that?? this isn’t a cute “cuffed at the ankle” look, dude looks like he had to wade across a pond to get to the venue. what gives
#10: GUNDAM TANAKA
out of everyone here, gundam’s suit might be the most boring of all. the scarf is just his normal scarf. the red tie and trim don’t do anything to tie the look together. the only mild point of interest is the asymmetrical vest, and i can’t even tell if that’s intentional. simply put, this “““fancy”““ outfit isn’t even in the same ZIP CODE as the level of ostentatious chuuni that gundam serves us every single day in his casual wear. maybe even worse than being ugly... it’s disappointing.
#11: IBUKI MIODA
now, look. is this dress buckwild and ugly as hell? yes. but you know what else it is? it is IBUKI MIODA’S DRESS. there might not be a single cohesive thing about this dress aside from its color scheme. the huge poofy ruffles of the skirt and arm things with the spiked bow and corset are baffling. the artist somehow managed to draw the awkward, clumping shape of the skirt to make it look exactly like an emergency cosplay sewn four hours before a convention. frankly, i can’t justify ranking it as a c! but i’m doing it anyway, because the sheer level of craftsmanship demands it, and in this house we respect diy queens that are totally off the shits.
D TIER:
d tier is for outfits that aren’t offensive, exactly... but like, they sure don’t look good! d tier is not a respectable place to be. those in d tier won’t be laughed out of the ceremony in shame, but they should really run their outfit by someone else first next time.
#12: NEKOMARU NIDAI
now don’t get me wrong: i have nothing but respect for the titties-out look. keeping the shirt unbuttoned all the way down to where the lapels of the jacket end? that’s sexy as hell. however, this flawless idea has a confusing execution. why emerald green and orange? what’s with the... long-sleeved printed (hawaiian?) shirt? why the red pocket square? and the jacket itself, while fitted perfectly along the chest and midsection, has a weird, unflattering scallop shape flaring out at the bottom. i want to like this fit, but there are just too many bad choices.
#13: HAJIME HINATA
oh, hajime... literally nothing about this ensemble is it. the creamy manila suit might have had potential if there were literally any color variation in the vest (or potentially shoes) to give it a little more shape, or even if you just went with a white shirt underneath it! i could get behind a light, off-monochrome look! but that leprechaun-green shirt is downright perplexing to me. it looks like a mistake! did you get dressed in the dark? did you spill something on your other shirt? this is a mess.
F TIER:
f tier is inexcusable. f tier should never have happened. how does it get this bad. who did this? who’s responsible for this?
#14: SONIA NEVERMIND
y’know, the colors are pretty! i dig the white and teal! but... girl... what the fuck is this construction. the ruffles are all over the place. the bodice looks like it has less fabric than space it needs to cover. the bottom half of the skirt looks like it was sewn on as an afterthought because the top half was too short for dress code. what’s with the weird choker collar detached from everything else. why is the hairband a slightly different shade of green. so many decisions were made here and none of them are flattering
#15: MAHIRU KOIZUMI
yknow, i like the idea behind this. i can see what you were going for! the dress on its own might have worked, even! but everything else about it is just... so ugly. what the fuck is happening with those shoes??? the sheer black tights aren’t the sexy OL look you think they are. the collar of the dress looks like it’s... braided for some reason??? those earrings are so huge for no payoff, statement jewelry with nothing to say, and worst of all... that headband. GIRL. that headband and that belt...... there’s nothing here. also i love orange but it’s not her color.
and finally... the worst.
#16: MIKAN TSUMIKI
what the fuck. what the fuck is this. this is straight up cheap rubber fetish gear. why is the HAT rubber? that skirt ruffle makes this look like fucking polly pocket clothes. why the fuck is she wearing that. the clothes are so bad that it makes her hair look like rubber too. was she dared to wear this? is this some cruel punishment? i don’t even know what to say. this is the worst possible outfit. there is not even one redeeming quality about it.
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Colorful Consequences - JJ Maybank
summary: jj dyes his hair after losing a bet
word count: 1718
warnings: a little swearing, just friendship fluff
a/n: this is so cute don't even look at me + and this is for @maybanktho for the concept prompt
*this is how i imagine the color, but he just dyes the fringe/front part of his hair*
It all started with a bet—as most things do between you and JJ. There had to be a prize and a consequence, it was just your friendship dynamic. You two became friends through a competition he set in the fourth grade during recess. You both played on the field, juggling half pumped up soccer balls and booting them into opposite goals, not wanting to get in each other's way. Until he kicked his soccer ball into your goal on purpose, proposing a bet that he could sink a goal from farther away than you could. However, much to his ten-year-old chagrin, you won. He had to eat a hot dog from the cafeteria the next day—the hot dogs were chalky and an abnormal color. You, however, got to be one of his best friends for life. He would say that he got the winning end of that bet in the end, having you by his side for the past six years outweighed the stomachache he had after eating that hotdog.
This time, it was a surfing bet, and, as were getting gloriously used to, you won. His punishment was he had to dye his hair, and your prize was you choosing the color. A schedule wasn’t set for the day you had to become his personal hairdresser, so you were going about your Saturday morning as usual—half hungover and asleep on your couch, not having gotten to your bedroom before passing out the night prior. Your parents were nowhere to be found, probably on the mainland having affairs with rich people for money, or something along those lines—you didn’t particularly care anymore.
The familiar knocking pattern of JJ Maybank, your best friend, slammed into your eyes, almost abrasively as your head throbbed from the alcohol you consumed last night. Once you collected your thoughts together, you were surprised JJ was awake, not being the “up-and-at-em” type in the slightest.
Somehow, you managed to pull yourself off the couch, the crick in your neck loosening as you stretched.
“You look like shit, Y/N,” JJ announced, leaning against the doorframe as you wiped the sleep from your hardly open eyes.
“Thanks for noticing, Sherlock,” you smiled wryly, pushing the hair from your fringe falling over your face. “What’re you doing here? And why are you handling your alcohol so much better than me?”
JJ walked past you, patting your shoulder as he entered your small house, the homey decor and familiar scent of fresh cookies and linen febreze inviting him in with as much vigor as you did the first time he came to your home. “Today is the day, my friend. And, in regards to the whole hungover deal, I so happen to not be a lightweight, unlike some…” he trailed off to glance at your slouched frame, the cuffs of your paper bag denim jeans bunched up around your shins, and the thick strapped tank from Pelican Marina that you chopped the bottom off of, was pushed up around the band of your bra. Normally, you’d be self conscious of how much of your torso was on display, but you were feeling like a dead squirrel, and it wasn't like JJ hadn't seen you in a bikini almost everyday.
Moving towards the couch to refold the blanket you had knocked onto yourself before you fell asleep, you asked, with an increasing amount of pep and clarity, “Today is the day for what?”
“I’m glad you asked, Y/N! You're dying my hair today. Get ready so we can go to the store.” He seemed a bit nervous, his hand instinctively going to the blond pieces of hair that fell as fringe over his forehead. A goofy smile spread across your face as his words sunk in, the leftover cranky drunkenness fading away as you almost jumped in the air as you ran to your bathroom to get ready.
Once you got out of the shower and changed into a t-shirt and shorts, you met JJ back in your family room, his eyes glued to the phone screen in his hand, his eyes tracing over the photo he was looking at. His phone was open to a picture Kie took of you two on the HMS, having been in the midst of a shotgunning competition. Your hair fell in waves, from your ears down it was a light teal color, matching the oceanic background. JJ zoomed in on the picture, scrolling between the bright, superficial hair color to his photographed blond locks. “Hey!” You made him jump, as you leant against the back of the sofa, looking over his shoulder.
“I was thinking this color?” He sounded a little unsure, but as a hair dying veteran, you knew it was just virgin hair jitters. You took pride in having watched enough Brad Mondo, making you think you could do his hair just as well as a hairdresser.
You reached over, swiping so the camera app was open, and you maneuvered your ponytail to lay over his forehead, the pastel turquoise color of your hair covering most of his face, “I think ya look great.”
He jumped off the couch, grumbling about you being a total dork, and to just get the damn car keys. Having completely sobered up, you grabbed the keys to your old pickup truck and all but skipped out the door. JJ, being blond, had such good hair for dying. You had wondered what he’d look like with crazy colored locks multiple times, he had just never agreed until you won the bet.
Once you two had arrived at the store, a wave of air conditioning hit you, pricking at your bare legs and arms. Having been very acquainted with the beauty supply store, you walked straight to the aisle of hair dye, JJ following cluelessly in your wake. The lanyard holding your keychain was tucked in your denim short’s pocket, the ribbon loop brushing your knee as you bent down to pick up a mixing bowl and color application brushes. You looked towards JJ who was watching you with stitched together eyebrows and evident confusion. “These are semi-permanent colors,” you pointed to a section of the shelves, bottles and tubes or paint like hair dyes sprawling out in front of JJ. “Your hair is light enough that it won’t need bleach… so how long are you committed to this merman look, ya think?”
JJ turned his head to look at you, his eyes lazily gazing at your dimpled smile. “I’m in this for the long haul.”
“As you should!” A laugh bounced from your lips as you nodded, pulling two bottles from the shelf of semi-permanent colors, knowing he’d want to be able to change it at some point. “I used this dye for my hair, if that’s what you want.” He nodded and took the bottle from your hand, staring at it with optimistic intrigue. “C’mon,” you motioned for him to follow you to the checkout line where you two split the bill and you teased him with the cashier with whom you were familiar.
Once you drove JJ back to your house—after going through the McDonald’s drive thru because JJ was hungry—you rummaged through your bathroom, stains of pinks, greens, blues, purples, reds, oranges, and blacks danced along the edge of your sink and shower from your previous dye jobs. You threw a blue towel at JJ to wrap around his shoulders, knocking a french fry out of his hand. “Hey, I was eating that.”
You mock pouted at his indignation but stayed silent so you could pour some of the dye into the mixing bowl. Before slipping on plastic gloves, you sectioned out JJ’s hair with old butterfly clips and barrettes he used to make fun of you for wearing in the sixth grade, claiming you were too grown up for hair clips. Although, he was owning the look now, pretending to flip his fringe sassily before you peeled the strands of blond off his forehead.
JJ was swiping through his phone, looking for Spotify before putting on his playlist and drumming on the counter with his fingers to the beat. You had to hold his head still multiple times with one hand, your other hand otherwise occupied with a brush filled with hair dye. Once he calmed down, you started brushing the color on the ends of his fringe, following the sections you had created. By the time you had finished and worked the dye to the roots of his fringe you handed him a mirror. “Whatcha think?”
He stared at the mirror like he was looking at a foreign object. “I mean I like it… Do you think we could stop here, just dye the front pieces?”
You hummed in response, grabbing the now empty plastic bag from the store and tying it just over his hair to incubate it with heat. “Okay, now we wait for thirty minutes.”
“Let's watch Avatar the Last Airbender.” JJ suggested, as you two walked into the main hallway of your small house on The Cut. Responding with a short word of agreement, you watched JJ jump over the couch to sit on it, aiming the remote at the screen.
After your phone beeped, signaling the end of thirty minutes, you had to tear JJ away from the TV, him having become engrossed by Aang’s adventures. Somehow you managed to rinse his hair out in the basin of your shower, adding to the colorful splotches on the rim. He complained about the water being cold then when you warmed it up, he cupped his hand under the faucet and splashed you with it.
Using all your self control, you extinguished the beginnings of a water fight in your bathroom and rinsed all the dye from JJ’s hair.
Shaking his hair like a wet dog, water droplets flying at you, JJ haphazardly dried his hair before looking in the mirror. “Wait, that's actually so good.”
“Really?” You asked through a grin, excited he liked the color. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and squeezed you into his side.
“Yeah, it's awesome, Y/N!” He let go of you just to grab your hand and pull you through your house, “Let’s go show the others.”
Another bet he lost with more than optimal consequences.
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A Christmas Wedding
It’s Christmas and the year is nearly over. What better way to end it than with the happiness only a wedding can bring? ❤️
From my Family Series stories. God, how I love writing this series. I love creating this little world in which they have continued on after the series. Creating characters and bringing them together just makes my heart so happy.
Today is Skinner and Rachel’s wedding day and only a small group will gather to celebrate, the world being the way it is at the moment.
Hope you enjoy this story. It’s so sweet and fluffy, it nearly gives me a toothache. ❤️❤️
December 27, 2020
“Hey, can you help me with this?” Mulder asked. Scully turned around and frowned slightly with a smile, setting down her mascara wand and walking over to him.
“Help you with your tie? Something you’ve done on your own for… Mulder, this tie has little Santa Claus’s on it,” she said, holding it in her hand as he adjusted his collar.
“I know.”
“How did I not know that?”
“Because I didn’t tell you?” he said with a cheeky grin and she shook her head. “Is it straight? Does it look alright?”
“It has Santa Claus’s on it,” she said again and he nodded.
“Hey, if he can wear a tie with alien heads on it to our wedding, then I am wearing one with Santas on it to his.” He raised his eyebrows as he fiddled with the knot of it and she laughed softly as she shook her head again and smoothed down the blue tie with tiny pixelated Santas on it.
“It’s a cute tie. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”
“You get married during the holiday, at a Christmas tree farm, you’re getting a Santa tie,” he stated, looking in the mirror at the tie and then at his hair, fixing it with a few swipes of his fingers. “You about ready?”
“Yup. Just gotta finish up here and put on my boots.”
“Those boots, Scully,” he said with a growl, and she smiled as she reached for her discarded mascara wand, pushing in front of him to get to the mirror.
“They’re just boots, Mulder,” she stated, laughing as he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled at her neck.
“Boots that go past your knees,” he murmured, nibbling at her earlobe, causing her to moan. “Such sexy boots.” His hands moved down and she let out a shaky breath, her eyes closing.
“Mulder,” she breathed warningly, his fingers beginning to gather the material of her deep burgundy dress, pulling it up her thighs. “Mulder…”
“Mm-hmm?” he hummed as he kissed the side of her neck, his fingers sliding under the dress. “Wha… tights?” He pulled back and looked down, letting go of her waist and shaking his head.
“Yes, tights,” she laughed, smoothing down her dress and pushing him away gently. “It’s cold and we will be outside for hours. Do you want me to freeze?” She turned and stared at him, his eyes on her legs clad in tights, his expression sad. She cleared her throat and he looked up. Her eyebrows raised, she smiled and he sighed.
“We have to be there in a little over an hour. You’re already dressed. I need to finish getting ready. We still need to get Faith dressed as soon as she’s awake.” She set her mascara wand down again and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Did you really think we had extra time for that?”
“It wouldn’t take too long…” he said, locking his arms around her waist, and she laughed.
“Even after this morning?” she asked, and he moaned.
“This morning was…”
“Mm-hmm…” she hummed, knowing that that morning had been exceptionally good and definitely worth being woken up early.
“It was hours ago,” he whined and she laughed, pulling him down for a kiss and then pushing him away, just as they heard Faith waking up with a yawn and calling for him.
“There, see? Your daughter is calling. You go get her ready, let me finish doing the same.” He stared at her and she stepped closer, Faith calling for him or Bella. Scully smiled as she ran her hands down his chest.
“Let me get ready- finish up with my hair and makeup and put on my boots.” He groaned and she smiled. “Then later, you can help me take them off.” She kissed him softly and slowly, knowing it drove him crazy. “The zipper is really long. It could take awhile.”
“Scully,” he moaned, kissing her deeply, his hands on her ass.
“Dada! Help! Help me!” Faith yelled, and Scully laughed against his mouth.
“You better go,” she said, kissing him once more and stepping back, pushing him toward the doorway. “Her dress is laying on the changing table, plus her tights, and the onesie for under. You get her dressed, bring her in here and I’ll fix her hair.”
“Mmm… yeah. I’m going, but I’m gonna hold you to that promise.”
“Hold me to that and a lot more later,” she said to his retreating back, smiling when his step faltered. Shaking his head, not turning around, he mumbled something under his breath and walked out of the bedroom.
Turning back to the mirror, she smiled as she picked up the mascara wand again, and put it into the tube, freshening up the mascara and applying it to her eyes.
“Meow!”
Looking in the mirror, she saw Grey sitting on the counter by the tub licking her paw and wiping her face, and she smiled. Closing up the mascara, she traded it for her eyeliner and lightly lined the top and bottom lids, a little darker than usual, especially recently, but she liked it.
“You happy you don’t have to worry about this, girl?” she asked, turning to look at Grey, who paused in her cleaning, raising her blue eyes to Scully’s and blinking before shaking her head and resuming her wash up. Scully laughed quietly and turned around again, picking up her lipstick.
“Mama?” Faith called, walking into the bathroom, and grabbing onto Scully’s leg. “Hi, Mama.” Scully set her lipstick down and picked Faith up, squeezing her tightly.
“Hello, love. You ready to go see Uncle Walter and Auntie Rachel?” She kissed her temple, breathing in her warm sleepy scent.
“Hi, Grey! Mama down. See Grey.” Scully laughed as she set her down and picked up her lipstick again, applying it quickly and placing it back into her makeup bag.
Reaching to let her hair out of the ponytail she had placed it in to apply her makeup, Mulder stopped her as he walked into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” he asked, and she turned toward him. “Leave it up.”
“Really? Why?” She glanced in the mirror at her rather messy ponytail and looked back at him. “It’s not what I had planned.”
“I like it like that,” he said, coming closer and tucking a stray piece behind her ear. “Feels like you’re going to tell me about the results of an autopsy.” He smiled, his thumb stroking her cheek and she chuckled.
“Will you be able to handle a ponytail and the boots?” she said with a smirk and he narrowed his eyes before kissing her softly.
“I’ll take my chances.” He kissed her again and then swooped Faith up, kissing her cheeks as she laughed and Scully redid her hair, creating a smoother ponytail.
Picking up the basket of Faith’s hair stuff, Mulder set her on their bed, as Scully gave her a toy kept for these moments, and began to brush her hair. With deft fingers, she had her hair divided down the middle and separated into two french braids, continuing into regular braids. Bringing them together, she added a red ribbon clip and gently brushed the unbraided bit of hair.
“There, all done. Good girl. You want to see?”
“Yes, Mama. See.”
She handed her the handheld mirror from the basket and Faith looked at herself with a smile.
“Ohhh. Pitee. So pitee.” She looked at Scully and smiled. “Mama pitee. See, Mama? Pitee.” Scully looked in the mirror with her and nodded.
“We are pretty. And smart and kind. You ready?”
“Yes.” Faith handed the mirror back and turned onto her stomach to slide down the bed. Mulder caught her and lifted her before her feet hit the floor.
“You look beautiful, Faith Mulder. It always amazes me how you do the braids so quickly.” He shook his head as he looked at Faith’s hair and then at Scully. She smiled as she put the stuff back into the basket.
“Surgeons hands,” she said, wiggling her fingers. “Gotta be quick and sure.” She stood up as he laughed and made faces at Faith. “Will you let Bella out one more time and get her shoes on?”
“Bella’s?” he asked cheekily and she smacked him playfully.
“Obviously not,” she answered and rolled her eyes. “I meant Faith’s. I’ll get my boots on and meet you downstairs.” He groaned and nodded, turning toward the door.
“Best to be out of the room when you put those on. Come on, Faithy my love, let’s go downstairs.”
“Grey! Come, Grey!” Faith called and Grey bounded after them with a little chirpy meow. Scully laughed as she put the basket of hair stuff away and walked to the closet, taking out her boots.
Smiling as she sat on the bed and put them on, she had to admit they were rather sexy boots. Something about the height of them, the feel of them around her knees, made her feel sexy.
We’re in for some fun later, she thought, zipping up the last boot and standing up, smoothing down her new dress, loving the length as it just skimmed the tops of the boots. Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the bed with a smile.
“Later,” she promised quietly, turning out the lights and walking out of the room.
Walking down the stairs, she smiled as she looked at Faith. The little black shoes were perfect with the dress Rachel had picked out, sending ideas to Scully and asking for her opinion, as Faith was to be the flower girl at the very intimate wedding.
The dress had a white soft sweater on top, with white embroidered swirled roses. A red satin ribbon was around the waist, the sweater poking through over a full red flowing skirt. White tights, black shoes, and her hair braided… she looked absolutely adorable.
“Okay… everyone ready? Bella in?”
“Not yet. I’m just grabbing her some snacks and her cup.”
“For Bella?” Scully asked, echoing his question and smiling at him as he looked up from loading the backpack.
“Smart ass,” he said under his breath and she laughed. His eyes fell to her shoes and he shook his head, muttering something she did not catch. Choosing to let it go for now, she began to gather their coats.
Turning around, she smiled as she watched him stop by the gift she had given him for Christmas, a small clear jar with a lid shaped like a UFO . He scooped out a handful of sunflower seeds, and dropped it in his suit jacket pocket, replacing the lid and finishing his task of readying the backpack with items for Faith.
“Ready,” he said, zipping up the backpack and smiling at her. She nodded and they headed toward the door.
Bella brought back inside and treats given to both animals, they set off for the wedding. Faith was holding the grey striped stuffed cat she had gotten for Christmas, feeding it with her toy baby bottle. Smiling as she turned around, Scully sighed happily.
“I really hope that cat stays away from the tree while we’re gone,” Mulder said quietly and Scully laughed, thinking about Grey’s interest in the tree from the minute they put it up.
She had been under the tree, pawing at it and at Mulder, as he had pushed the screws into the trunk of the tree, tightening them to secure it in the stand.
“Get away, Grey,” had been a comment said many times over the past few weeks. She had been moved, chased, and threatened with no treats, if she did not get down and leave the tree alone. Ornaments were found on the floor in the morning, even one shiny gold one being left in Mulder’s slipper.
Bella had been interested in it too, but not like Grey had been; batting at the lower ornaments until they had moved them up. Though there had still been the occasional one on the floor the next morning, nothing had been broken, thankfully.
Mulder had woken Scully up early on Christmas, so they could have their own time together before Faith woke up, just like the previous two years. They had sat drinking coffee, with generous amounts of Irish cream, and exchanging gifts. Both had been in stitches as flamingos seemed to be the theme of the holiday, with her giving him red and green lawn flamingos wearing Santa hats and him giving her flamingo pajama pants with a long sleeved black top.
They had also helped Faith make flamingo crafts, separately and without the other knowing. Mulder had created a clear hanging ornament with Faith’s handprints in pink paint which were turned into flamingos, the date written on the bottom. Scully had done something similar, but the handprints were on a large glass picture frame. It created a border around a picture of them taken on one of their many hikes, all of them squished tightly together and smiling happily.
Once Faith had woken up, the morning had gone by in a flash. Wrapping paper had been strewn around the room as Faith ripped open her gifts, leaving the paper and trying to unbox whatever was inside. She had received a baby stroller, cradle, and bag of items to care for her baby doll. Also, a happy, smiling plush set of the solar system, a rocket ship, an alien, a star and a cloud. Mulder had lined them up and began to tell her about each planet when she grabbed Mars, put it in the baby stroller, and walked away.
“So that’s how it is,” he had said as Scully laughed. He had sighed and she rubbed his back gently.
After eating breakfast later than usual, Scully had put away the dishes as she listened to Mulder and Faith playing ‘baby,’ a game of which she recently could not get enough. It involved them pretending to be the baby and Faith would be the one taking care of them. She would bring them toys or a blanket, and rub their faces and heads as she shushed them softly.
It was the cutest goddamn thing and Mulder especially loved to play it with her, his smile one of Scully’s favorites as he stared lovingly at Faith.
The last dish put away, she had walked over to the couch where Mulder was sprawled, Mercury, Saturn, and a toy baby bottle beside him. His eyes closed, a hint of a smile on his face, she had knocked his knee with hers and his eyes had flown open.
“Scooch over,” she had said and he grinned, scooting back on the couch as she picked up the planets and the bottle, handing them to Faith. "Here, baby.”
“Tank you, Mama,” Faith had said, putting them in the stroller with a nod and pushing it past them.
Scully had laid down beside Mulder, cuddling in close, their limbs entwined. She had breathed him in as he kissed her head and they both sighed happily, yet tiredly.
“I’d say she’s had a good Christmas,” he had said softly, his fingers massaging her scalp. She nodded against his neck, her eyes closed with a smile as she listened to Faith doing laps around the couch, the wheels of the little stroller running along the hardwood floors.
Denis and Violet had come over later that afternoon for drinks and cookies on the porch. Denis brought Faith a set of wooden animals he had been working on all summer. Every one of them was painted and not at all according to the true color of the animal. There was a pink elephant with purple polka dots, a black tiger with pink stripes, an orange cow with tiny teal flowers, a purple whale with a white underbelly, a light red rabbit with green hearts, a pale yellow panda with pink ears and paws, and a dark blue hippopotamus with blue eyes and light green feet.
Faith had loved them, carrying them around and setting them down on the porch, talking to them as the adults drank spiked eggnog and ate deliciously rich cream cheese cutout Christmas cookies.
Now, they were on their way back to the Christmas tree farm, two days after Christmas, for a winter evening wedding surrounded by the wonderful scent of pine trees.
Scully smiled, as she crossed her legs and she heard Mulder growl as her dress slipped past her knees, exposing the black tights she wore under her dress.
“You’re going to have to rein it in when we get there. No more growling.”
“I make no promises.” She laughed and reached for his hand, squeezing it and resting their joined hands on the middle console.
Pulling into the tree farm about thirty minutes later, they got out and put on their coats and masks, Scully laughing at the one Mulder had chosen. Faith stood in the back of the car as Scully put on her coat, buttoning it and shaking her head. She looked back at Mulder and he pumped his eyebrows.
The mask he wore was black and had a red and blue spaceship on it. Santa was highlighted under the yellow light of the tractor beam as he pulled up a Christmas tree.
“Mulder…” she said, trying to appear stern, but giggling at the thought of Skinner’s face when he saw it.
“What? It’s cute, right? You like it, right Faithy?” He got closer to her and she touched his face, smiling up at him.
“Santa. Santa a.. and a tree. And flying. See? Flying.” She touched the spaceship and Scully grinned, watching Mulder’s eyes crinkle, knowing he was smiling under his mask.
“Yes, it’s a flying saucer. A spaceship. One day I will tell you all about them.” He picked her up and squeezed her tightly before setting her back down and looking at Scully. “Don’t worry, this is just for effect. I have a plain black one in my pocket for the ceremony.”
“Smart man.”
“Just a little.”
“Sexy too.”
“Hey now… we had a deal.”
“I am under no obligations, nor did I agree to any such deal.” He stared at her as she smiled at him with her eyes and he shook his head.
“Dada. Down. Me down.” He glanced at Faith and stared Scully down as he lifted Faith from the car and held her to his chest.
“Best behavior from here on out…” he said, and she stared back, grabbing the backpack and closing the door. Pretending to give it a think, she looked down and then up at him. Nodding her head, he turned to head through the white wooden gate.
“No,” she said, just loud enough for him to hear and he turned around, his eyebrows up.
“No?”
“No. I can’t make that promise while I’m wearing these boots.” She walked past him and heard his sharp intake of breath, smiling as she continued on, knowing his eyes were on her shoes.
“Dada, go. Get Mama,” Faith said and Scully chuckled, turning around to find him standing in the same spot.
“Oh… I will,” he said, walking toward Scully, his eyes dark. “I definitely will.” She hooked her arm through his and laughed as he growled low and said her name, her head leaning against his shoulder.
“Ohhh. So pitee,” Faith said and Scully smiled as she nodded in agreement. It was pretty.
White fairy lights were strung up in a cleared area, a handful of white folding chairs sat under them, staggered and spaced far apart. Six tall portable heaters were placed along the outside of the chairs and the area felt much warmer.
A large dark wooden archway, with white fairy lights and burgundy and white sheer colored drapes wrapped tastefully upon it, was at the end of a long burgundy aisle runner. Two long tables were set close to the building, deep burgundy tablecloths with silver runners covering them.
“Wow… what a difference than when we were here a couple of weeks ago,” Mulder said and she nodded.
“It looks perfect. Christmasy, but not overly so. It’s beautiful.” Scully smiled and nodded at Betty, who had just come around the corner in a long sleeved emerald green dress, a white apron covering it as she carried a basket.
“Here, let me help you,” Mulder said, handing Faith to Scully and stepping toward her.
“Oh, so kind of you, Fox. I’ve got it, but there are two more just inside the door if you could grab those. They’re blankets, just in case the heaters aren’t enough.” He nodded and headed to the small building to grab the other baskets.
“Hello to you two,” she said, setting down the basket and coming over to Scully and Faith, though she kept her distance. “Don’t you look so pretty, little one.”
“Pitee,” Faith agreed, pointing at the lights above them. “So pitee.” Betty’s eyes crinkled behind her glasses, her smile unseen beneath her mask which matched her dress.
“Thank you, I’m happy you like it,” Betty said, lacing her fingers together, her hands down. “It’s so hard for me to not want to take her from you and squeeze her. It’s all I want to do.”
“I know. I would feel the same if it was me.” Scully held Faith closer and Betty smiled again.
“We have a tent set up for each of them and Rachel asked me to send you over when you arrived. It’s just past the building on the right hand side,” Betty said as Mulder returned with the baskets. “I’ll send Fox over to Walter when he’s done here.”
“Okay,” Scully said, nodding at them and winking at Mulder as she passed.
“Bye, Dada! Bye!” Faith yelled as they walked away and he waved with a laugh.
Pushing open the door to the tent, Scully set Faith and the backpack down and took off their coats, the room warm. Rachel’s laughter came from behind a white curtain and then she was walking from behind it and both Scully and Faith gasped.
“Oh, Raycho. So pitee.” Faith hurried towards her and Rachel bent to pick her up, laughing behind her burgundy mask as she stood up.
“I think you look so pretty, Miss Faith,” she said, hugging her close. She caught Scully’s eye, her own shining. “The dress is perfect. She looks so adorable it makes me ache.” Scully laughed and shook her head.
“Rachel… you look so beautiful.” Rachel dropped her eyes and then looked back at Scully.
“Thank you.”
Her dress was white with thin long sleeves. There was a wide burgundy silk sash around her waist, the ends of it crisscrossed at her back and cascaded down the dress. At the bottom of it, a wide band of burgundy skimmed the tops of her heels in the same color.
Her hair, which had teal colored highlights in it since Scully had met her over two years ago, now had burgundy scattered throughout, and it fell in loose curls down her shoulders.
She was mesmerizing.
“That dress is beautiful and I could not imagine anyone aside from you who could wear it so well. And your hair…” Scully shook her head and smiled. “I love it.”
“I was going to have it be just brown now, no more of the blue hair, but Walter said he didn’t like that idea. He said part of what drew him to me was the blue in my hair. That it was something he would have found silly on anyone else, but on me it was beautiful.” She said it as she looked at Faith, touching the soft sweater of the top of the dress she wore, not meeting Scully’s eyes. Scully grinned and shook her head again.
“I agree, though my statement is not as disgustingly romantic as his,” she teased, and Rachel looked at her. Scully laughed and she joined in, Faith gently touching the small diamond drop earrings she wore.
Putting Faith down, Rachel looked at Scully with a shake of her head.
“Is it weird that I’m nervous? I mean, we drove here together, from the residence we share. What do I have to be nervous about?” Scully laughed softly as she stepped closer to Rachel and took her hands in her own.
“It’s not weird at all. I felt the same way when Mulder and I got married, and not only had we driven to the church together from the home we share, but…” She gestured to Faith, who was touching the bottom of Rachel’s dress and the tips of her shoes. They both laughed and then Rachel sighed.
“My stomach is so nervous, I’ve barely eaten anything the past couple of days. I’ve felt that excited first day of school, going to Disneyland, first kiss, kind of feeling and it would wash over me and I…” She put a hand on her stomach and one at her throat. “I never thought I would be here, getting married. I’d… I’d given up on that as something for me. And now…” Her eyes filled with tears and she shook her head as she smiled. “I’m so happy, Dana.”
“I know you are. I can see it in your eyes.” She rubbed Rachel’s arm and smiled at her. “Now, no more crying or you’ll ruin your makeup.” They both laughed and Rachel nodded, dabbing under her eyes.
The next twenty minutes were a flurry of activity. Scully was introduced to Rachel’s mother Vivian and her friend Leann, who buzzed about getting the last minute preparations done. Betty came in with little snacks and cups of tea with straws to avoid any spills, bringing everyone to a standstill and creating a much needed sense of calm.
Faith was given a small basket and shown how to drop flowers on the ground, but no one really expected it to go according to plan, seeing as she was barely two years old. Rachel shrugged with a smile, beyond caring about anything aside from marrying the man she loved.
Scully left Faith under Betty’s watchful eye and picked up her coat, walking back out into the cold. Making a split second decision, she walked over to the tent Skinner was using.
“Hello?” she said, loud enough to be heard as there was no door on which to knock.
“Come in,” came Skinner’s reply and she stepped inside with a smile. Mulder was not there, only Skinner standing rather nervously in the middle of the room.
“Well, look at you,” she said, shaking her head and walking closer, embracing him quickly.
“God, Dana…” he said, shaking his head with a sigh. “Why in the hell am I nervous?” Scully laughed and squeezed his hands.
“I’d say it’s more excitement than being nervous.” He nodded and she smiled. “You know it’s not too late. We could make a run for it.” He looked at her and laughed, remembering his words to her on her wedding day. He squeezed her hands and then let go of them.
“Far too late for that,” he whispered, and she patted his cheek. “Besides, I think your husband would have something to say about that.”
“About what?” Mulder asked from behind her. She turned around and laughed softly, stepping towards him.
“Nothing. Just wanted to see how well you both clean up. Oh, I like this.” She touched the boutonnière on his lapel, a winter one with small pine cones, holly, and sprigs of cedar all tied together with red twine. “It’s pretty and yet it smells very manly.”
“Shut up. Get outta here, woman.” He smacked her lightly on the ass and she laughed.
“Glad to see you changed your mask,” she said, pulling hers down and lifting his up to kiss him quickly, before fixing both of them. “See you out there.” She waved at Skinner and started humming “These Boots Are Made For Walkin’” as she caught Mulder’s eye. He growled quietly at her and she laughed as she walked out of the tent and made her way to her seat.
Music was playing softly as she sat down and took a deep breath, smiling happily. Within minutes, Skinner and Mulder walked out and stood in the archway, a few feet apart, the pastor behind them. Mulder winked at her and she winked back, watching Skinner taking deep breaths and fiddling with his jacket.
Howard and Betty came out and sat down, both of them exuding happiness. Vivian walked down the aisle and sat in the chair in front of Scully. She nodded at Skinner, and turned to look back down the aisle.
Scully turned and smiled as she saw Faith walking toward them, holding her basket in her hands. She was staring into it as she grabbed a handful of the white rose petals, and then tossed them onto the red runner. Everyone chuckled as she looked up at them with a huge grin.
“Mama!” she said, seeing Scully sitting there. “See? Pie coh!” She reached in the basket again and took out a small pine cone, holding it up for Scully to see. “A pie coh!”
Everyone laughed harder as she put it back and took out the flower petals, tossing more onto the runner. When she reached in again, it was empty and she looked up at Mulder.
“Uh oh, Dada. All gone.” She showed him and he nodded.
“It’s okay, love,” he said and she looked in the basket again.
“Come on, honey,” Scully said softly, standing up and pulling Faith back, setting her onto her lap.
Leann came out next and then everyone stood up as Rachel walked to the end of the walkway and paused. She had taken her mask off and her smile was radiant. Taking a step with her bouquet in hand, similar to the boutonnieres the men wore, she continued down the aisle, her eyes only on Skinner. He had taken off his own mask and his smile matched hers, their happiness undeniable.
As they all sat back down, Faith playing with her pine cone as she sat on Scully’s lap, the pastor began to speak, but Scully found her mind wandering to her own wedding day and how happy she had been. She glanced at Mulder and his eyes locked onto hers, a silent conversation taking place. He looked away and down, and even with his mask on, she could see his smile.
“Walter and Rachel have a few things they wanted to share. Rachel would you like to go first?” the pastor asked and she nodded, wiping at her eyes before taking Skinner’s hands.
“I’ve always wanted to be married. To have a family. I thought… thought that was the pinnacle. But then… life doesn’t always work out the way we’ve planned or imagined. I… it didn’t happen.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Not until I met you.” She wiped at her eyes again and Mulder handed her a tissue. She smiled through her tears as she used it.
“It feels cliché to say that, but it’s the truth,” she continued and Skinner smiled at her. “But from the second I met you, I felt it. There was something different. You were… everything I wanted and had no idea I did. I’ve loved you for so long, it feels impossible, but it’s true. That’s all that matters to me. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” She shrugged and everyone sniffled, Harold asking Betty for a damn tissue, causing everyone to laugh through their tears.
“Walter?” the pastor asked, still chuckling.
“Right,” he said quietly, clearing his throat. “I was married before- years ago. I loved her and it was good until it wasn’t. I was on my own for a long time. Work was my focus and that was fulfilling enough. But…” He shook his head and smiled at her. “I cannot deny that I was incredibly lonely. Coming home to an empty apartment… it was not what I had wanted.” Rachel dabbed at her eyes again and took a deep breath.
“The last few years, that loneliness became greater and I know it made me grumpier-” Mulder snorted beside him and Skinner turned to look at him with a glare. Everyone chuckled again and Mulder put his hands up in apology. “As I was saying…” Rachel laughed and shook her head. “When I met you, you terrified me. You were so sure of yourself and my… game, for lack of a better word, was off. I…”
“Took forever to call me,” she cut in, finishing his sentence.
“Yes, I did. I was an idiot.”
“Hmm,” she said with a shrug and everyone laughed again.
“I was scared, feeling I was too old and not what you truly wanted. But…” He grinned and she raised her eyebrows. “I shouldn’t have worried.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” she whispered and he nodded.
“This past year… it’s been-”
“Shitty,” Rachel stated. “Completely shitty.” Skinner glanced quickly at the pastor and he nodded in agreement.
“Amen,” he said, and everyone laughed harder than before.
“It’s been a shitty year,” Skinner agreed with a grin. “But the bright spot in all of it has been you. Rachel, I never would have made it through this year without you. Cut off, keeping my distance from people… it would’ve… I don’t want to imagine how my life would have been without you, in any capacity, but especially this past year.” Rachel took another tissue offered by Mulder and wiped at her eyes and nose, shaking her head as she let out a deep breath.
“It might seem like it’s soon to get married so quickly after only just becoming engaged, but… this year being as shitty as it was… it was made livable, bearable, and survivable because of you. 2020 may be a year we look back on with disdain, but it was the year I fell in love with you and knew beyond a doubt that a life without you was not one I wanted, so it had to be the year we got married.”
“Walter,” she whispered and held his face in her hands, kissing him softly.
“Don’t remember reaching that part of the wedding yet,” the pastor teased and everyone laughed, Rachel pulling back smiling, her cheeks flushed.
Scully wiped her eyes as she smiled, her heart full of happiness. She thought of all the times Skinner had protected her, put himself on the line for both of them, but mostly her. How he was there for her when Mulder was missing, caring for her and making sure she was alright. She thought of how he had grumbled at first about holding William, but the look on his face when William had settled and gone to sleep had been priceless.
As Faith shifted on her lap, Scully thought of how much he cared for Faith, how much they both did, seeking her out and spending much of their time playing with her when they saw one another.
Scully wiped her eyes again, sending up a prayer that they would have the opportunity to be parents, however it happened for them. Everyone cheered and Scully realized she had missed the ring exchange, but saw them kissing as the pastor pronounced them married. She cried and wiped her eyes as she cheered and Faith clapped, her pine cone in her lap.
Skinner and Rachel walked down the aisle and try as she might to hold her back, Faith wiggled from Scully’s grasp and ran after them, calling for her “Unco.” Skinner turned around and quickly put his mask on, before he scooped her up, laughing happily as he held her close, Rachel grinning at both of them.
Everyone began to move around when Mulder walked over to Scully, putting out her hand to help her up. She grinned and took off her mask and he did the same, his lips on hers before she could say a word. She hummed and kissed him, hoping to put all she had been feeling during the wedding into her kiss.
“I love you,” he whispered, as he pulled her close. “I want you to know that.”
“Of course I know that,” she whispered back, her arms around his neck. “I’ve always known.” He pulled back and stared at her, his expression serious. She frowned, confused by it.
“I know. But, Scully.” He cupped her cheek and she raised her eyebrows. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t say it enough and I want you to hear it. You have bewitched me body and soul…”
“Don’t you…” she warned, their recent viewing of Pride and Prejudice fresh in her mind; especially the way he had repeated that line to her before she had climbed into his lap and they had made out on the couch, his touch, as always, making her weak with desire.
“And I love, I love, I love you.”
“Oh… Mulder,” she whispered, pulling him close, her tongue sliding into his mouth as everyone milled about them. “God, I love you so much.” She kissed him once more and they separated, both of them breathing hard.
“Come on now, it’s not your wedding, Jesus Christ,” Skinner growled and Scully laughed as she turned to him. He rolled his eyes, Faith grinning at them as he held her in his arms, her small pine cone in her hands.
“So sorry, Sir,” she teased and he stared at her with narrowed eyes.
“I’ve seen enough of you two kissing to last a lifetime,” he grumbled and they both laughed.
“Unco… see pie coh?” She showed it to him and he nodded, his eyes crinkling with a smile. Scully reached out for her and he scoffed, walking away holding Faith as she waved at them with a grin. Mulder laughed and they followed him to the tables.
Over the next couple of hours, they ate, talked, and laughed. Skinner and Rachel took to the small dance floor, dancing to a song Scully had never heard, but was so beautiful it made her cry. Mulder stood up and took her hand, bringing both her and Faith to join in the dancing, laughing as they spun around.
Goodbyes were said as they left, holding a half asleep Faith, her pine cone still held lovingly in her hands. They hugged Rachel and Skinner, wishing them well and making plans to see each other soon.
They drove home, both of them quiet and happy. Mulder reached for her hand, his thumb running slowly over and over the top of her hand, the simple gesture making her heart race.
“I’ll get her,” he said a bit later as they pulled up to the house. Looking back, they both smiled at Faith sleeping with her mouth open and holding onto the pine cone. “Glad you changed her into pajamas before we left.”
“You married a smart woman.”
“Don’t I know it.” He leaned in and kissed her, her hands holding his face. “My heart is, and always will be, yours.” She groaned and kissed him again, her fingernails scratching softly along his cheeks.
“You… you better get our daughter inside,” she whispered between kisses, pulling back when she began to feel dizzy with desire. “God, Mulder.”
“Hmm…” he agreed, kissing her once more and leaning back with a smile. She shivered and shook her head.
“Using Jane Austen movies against me…” she said, opening the door as she shook her head.
"More like in my favor," he said softly as they each opened a back door on opposite sides of the car. She smiled with an eyebrow raised, glancing at him as she took out the backpack and the plate of extra wedding cake. He took Faith from her car seat and carried her to the door, handing Scully the keys to open it.
As he took Faith upstairs, Scully let Bella out and pet Grey, scratching her under the chin as she put away the cake and Faith’s items from the backpack.
She heard Faith crying as she opened the door to let Bella back inside and then listened to Mulder singing softly, Faith's cries beginning to subside as she calmed down. Smiling as she locked up, Scully said goodnight to the animals, turned out the lights, and closed the gate at the bottom of the stairs as she went up to bed.
Washing her face in the bathroom and taking her hair from the ponytail, she grinned at her reflection. Quickly, she took off her dress and threw it in the hamper, her boots, tights, and underwear followed. Taking a sexier bra and a pair of underwear from her drawer, she brought them and her boots into the bathroom. Changing quickly, she brushed her teeth, smiling as she glanced down at the song she had downloaded onto her phone. Leaving the bathroom door halfway closed, she waited behind it until she heard Mulder walking in and closing their bedroom door.
And then she pressed play, her boot clad leg hooked onto the bathroom door.
“Well, I finally got her to sleep and… what…?”
You keep sayin' you got somethin' for me
Somethin' you call love but confess
You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't've been a'messin'
And now someone else is getting all your best
She stepped out and sang along as she stalked towards him, her heels loud on the hardwood, as his mouth dropped open at the sight of her.
These boots are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
Her fingernails ran down his chest, gripping onto his waistband as he stared and made incoherent noises.
She turned around before he could touch her and by the growling sound he made, she knew he had seen exactly which underwear she was wearing: the rather plain looking black ones that were actually a thong, her ass on full display.
She shimmied, not turning around as she sang the next part of the song, listening to his clothes beginning to land somewhere in the room.
You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'
And you keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin'
Now what's right is right but you ain't been right yet
She bent at the waist to touch the zip on her boot, his low groan causing her to smile.
These boots are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
“Oh, Scully… Jesus Christ,” he breathed as she turned around and found him half dressed, his remaining clothes askew, his erection prominent in his underwear.
She walked towards him, reaching for his tie and tugging it, pulling him to the edge of the bed. Spinning them, he sat down with a grunt, his eyes on hers as she stood between his legs, his hands on her hips.
You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin'
And you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burnt (ha)
I just found me a brand new box of matches (yeah)
And what he knows you ain't had time to learn
“Oh, fuck,” he murmured as she began pulling his tie loose and tossed it onto the floor. His hands slid down her ass, pulling her closer to him, her breasts in his face. Her hands went to his hair and held his mouth at her chest, his breath warm and moist.
These boots are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
“Who knew this song could be so sexy?” he asked as it ended and he latched onto a nipple through her bra.
“Hmm…” she hummed with a moan, his hands kneading her ass.
Clothes were scattered and as she lay on her back at the edge of the bed with her foot on his chest, he started to unzip her boot, but then paused with a grin. She stared at him as he brought her other leg up to join its mate and she wrapped them around his waist.
“So fucking sexy,” he breathed as he pushed into her, completely naked aside from the boots she wore, and she moaned.
He bent over her, whispering how amazing she felt and how much he loved her boots, the heels of which were now pushing into his ass. Her nails scraped his back, his breath sucking through his teeth at the sensation.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she breathed, digging her nails in harder as he hit the spot that made her toes curl and his name fall repeatedly from her lips. The bed creaked as they set a harsh rhythm, both aching for their release.
“Gotta… fix… that…creak...” he panted, pounding into her, her hands on his muscular upper arms, nails digging into flesh, knowing she was leaving a mark he would show her tomorrow, his eyes dark with lust and his kiss bruising.
“Don’t stop,” she begged and he nipped at her neck as he bent close, his mouth moving to her ear, his teeth biting her lobe. She cried out as she came, shuddering around him.
He groaned, stilling inside of her as she shook and her legs trembled, moaning as she tried to catch her breath. When she too had stilled, he kissed her, pulling out and sliding back in, hissing as he did.
“Scully,” he breathed into her neck and she arched into him, her body feeling like liquid heat.
A few more thrusts and he came, her name breathed repeatedly as she pulled him even closer and he collapsed on top of her, both of them out of breath, her hands running up and down his back.
“God,” he said with a soft chuckle. “I’ll never be able to hear that song again and not think about you walking out of the bathroom. I nearly had a heart attack.”
“No. I knew your heart could take it. I mean I was completely nude this morning and you were just fine.”
“It’s these boots, Scully. They are just… hot as hell.” He reached back and ran a hand down her leg, his fingers sliding into the tops of her boots. “So goddamn hot.” She laughed quietly and soon he was moving and pulling her up with him.
He kissed the tops of her knees as he unzipped the boots and took them off of her. Pulling her once again, he brought her into the bathroom where he turned on the shower and she grinned.
Falling into bed a bit later, their bodies warm, pink, and nude, they cuddled close together under the covers, both of them yawning tiredly.
“You have bewitched me, body and soul,” he murmured once again and she hummed. “And I love, I love, I love you.”
“And I am completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy,” she whispered, kissing his throat and burrowing closer, his fingers trailing lightly across her back, as he hummed a chuckle, and hitched his leg up higher.
A soft rain began to fall, hitting the windows at a steady beat. Together they took a deep breath and within minutes they were asleep, held close by the one they loved most, both of them perfectly and disgustingly happy.
#The X-Files#XF Fanfic#Family Life: The Story Beyond the Series#Christmas#Family#Family Fluff#Happiness#Wedding#Sharing Happiness#Friends and Family#Sexy Boots#Sexy Times#Jane Austen References#Love and Happiness
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𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝟔
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐𝟗𝟐𝟔
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥
𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟔:
You squinted your eyes at the costume presented in front of you. Although they did follow your specifications, you couldn’t believe that you were actually going through with their plans. Your classmate brought up the gifted costume and you held up the outfit towards your face.
You sighed before turning to look at Yuki who had already gowned his outfit. You pressed your lips together as you stared at the frilly costume, finding yourself uncomfortable looking at him. It wasn’t that the costume was hideous, or that Yuki didn’t look good, they both don’t pair well together at all. You thought that he had it the worst when it came to handling his own fanbase.
As you looked around, the classroom was close to being done and ready to open. You excused yourself as you made your way to the back of the class where the curtain was. You silently motioned Tohru to keep a watch of the area as you quickly changed into your costume to avoid wasting any time. You were pleased to see that the material wasn’t scratching against your skin or even the color red. You slid each of the components on and clipped the necessary accessaries before pulling the curtains back, revealing your figure in its glory.
Your hair was tied back in a low ponytail, the long jacket of yours shaped to be a pair of wings that flowed with the open window breeze. It hung on your shoulders while you donned a pair of black gloves. There were many layers to this outfit and you were glad it wasn’t the middle of summer. You adjusted the cravat around your neck as you stepped out towards the center of the classroom, many of the boys swooning over your appearance while a small number of girls commented on the costume choice. The suit fitted nicely around your breasts, making you wonder about the sizing for this outfit.
“T-The perfect fit!” Someone shouted.
“This was so worth the price!”
You huffed before placing your hand on your hip, giving the audience your signature cold stare. You heard various sounds of camera flashes as you stood still for your classmates to take photos.
Yuki stood by your side almost speechless, unable to form any sort of sentence to you. The costume fitted you quite nicely and the jacket looked similar to a cape. In a way, he felt as if he was the one unable to match your appearance.
You stood tall and confidently while he cowered a bit in his costume. You were playing the part of a prince quite well as the boys begged you to roleplay a specific scene for photos. There were times that your hair slipped over your shoulder, revealing the black ribbon you used to tie your hair back. When you pulled on your glove, stared at the camera with your sharp (e/c) eyes, and called out to the audience, you were really selling the part.
Once word got out that you opened your classroom doors, there were many students flooding into the room to take photos and eat. You questioned whether or not Yuki felt overwhelmed by the amount of attention on him, but you also needed to focus on the special requests people are sending.
“Five onigiris for a special request photo! Selling five onigiris! Come get your onigiris with special photographs with Sohma-san and (L/n)-san!” Uotani announced, racking up a massive line behind the onigiri stand.
When you were going to ask Yuki about the situation, you were immediately silenced by the micro-banged fanclub president who began monitoring Yuki’s personal space. You sighed before turning away from him, not noticing the stare Yuki gave you as he frowned.
“A-Ah. . . Umm. . . (L/n)-san! Can you do a kabedon for my friend!” One classmate asked, her friend blushing immensely at her embarrassing request.
You gave her a gentle smile, “alright.”
You grabbed onto her hand and pulled her towards you as you maneuvered your body so that she would be placed against the chalkboard behind you. She gasped when you slammed your gloved hand next to her head while you towered over her shorter figure. You reached out to tilt her chin upwards so the two of you made eye contact.
“Is this alright with you, princess?” You smirked, causing the girl to feel the heat rushing to her cheeks as she squealed, her friend quickly taking photos of the moment while the rest of the boys gathered behind them. You internally groaned on the inside as you prepared yourself for a wave of requests flooding in.
“Do this pose next (L/n)-san!”
“Look over at this camera!”
“(L/n)-san you’re looking great okay!”
Tohru watched as you took every single special request, admiring your impressive acting skills as you took on every single offer. Despite straining your cheeks to smile at everyone, you were willing to put yourself through the pain if it meant selling Tohru’s onigiris.
“(Y/n)-kun and Yuki-kun are doing a good job selling our onigiris. They both look really good!” Tohru commented, to which Uotani smugly added on.
“I helped organize her costume after all.”
Tohru smiled at her, “you’re amazing Uo-chan!”
“Right?! It’s a great looking costume.” Uotani patted herself on the back.
“The rat boy has a whole complex with his face.” Kyo said, “he probably likes the attention he’s getting.”
As you were holding a girl in your arms, you noticed the presence of an unknown boy coming into the room. When you turned your head to see his appearance, he disappeared from the door. He immediately jumped onto Yuki’s back, speaking German. Who is that? You thought.
“Momiji, Don’t wander off on your own.” A taller, much older figure came into the classroom, holding onto his coat and draping it over his arm.
“Oh! Harry!” Momiji hooked his arms around Yuki’s neck, still attached to him.
What you presume to be Harry walked towards Yuki, greeting him formally. You raised your eyebrow at the scene in front of you, were they part of Yuki’s family? The rest of the girls in the class swooned over their appearance, most likely drooling over the thought of other Sohmas being at their school.
“Guten tag! I’m Sohma Momiji! I’m half-Japanese and half-German!” He wore this dark brown cowboy hat with childish clothing, he was extremely short and his voice made you believe he was only a small child, “and this is Sohma Hatori! We’re both related to Yuki and Kyo!”
So they were his family. You wondered what was the occasion for them to actually come over considering the fact that Shigure wasn’t here. Then again, you barely knew any of the Sohmas on a personal level, probably not as much as Tohru who was gushing over an unknown thought.
You twirled the girl around in your arms, her friends still taking photos of you and her together. She was holding onto your arm tightly as to not let go when you both had to part for the next request. You had almost forgotten you had your own job to do as the Sohmas soaked up most of the attention.
“With that out of the way--Yuki, since when did you turn into a girl?” Hatori turned to face Yuki who was bubbling up on the inside with frustration and embarrassment.
“You’ve seen me naked dozens of times, and you still ask me that with a straight face?” Despite his need to tell Hatori to keep quiet, he still walked over to him as Hatori whipped out a stethoscope, examining his heartbeats. “He’s a doctor. You don’t have to examine me here.”
You pressed your lips together, if he had some sort of physical ailment, you wondered the reason behind his extreme running prowess. During Physical Education he and Kyo would often go against each other to run laps and you never had suspected he had to see a personal doctor.
“I do because you broke your promise of coming once a month for a check-up.” Hatori clarified.
Tohru gasped in surprise before making her way to Yuki’s side, “Sohma-kun, are you ill?”
Hatori took off the stethoscope, “Yuki has bronchial problems. He had frequent attacks when he was younger.”
“Are you Honda Tohru?” He asked, he later turned his attention over towards you, your eyes focused on him intensely almost stalking his every move out in the open.
Tohru politely bowed, “yes! Pleased to meet you!”
“I see. You really are a normal girl,” he commented, moving his eyes away from yours.
You raised your eyebrow at his statement, was Hatori trying to imply that Tohru had something other than her blind kindness which made her unusual? You wondered what reason he had for even coming to the school at this point. It certainly doesn’t seem like he really needed to visit and examine Yuki here at the school.
Yuki brought himself between Tohru and Hatori, separating the two of them and becoming a wall for him. The sound of a girl screaming caught the attention of the class as they all turned to Momiji who was sitting on top of the sign.
“What are you doing you idiot?!” Kyo forcefully dragged him down from the sign and pulled him into the curtain of the backroom. Tohru turned to Yuki to excuse herself and ran over to the back.
You frowned while watching Hatori interact with Yuki, silently trying to pick up on their conversation.
“Why are you here?” Yuki asked.
“Take your complaints to Momiji. He brought over a festival flyer and then Akito wanted to come.” Yuki stared at him in shock as he continued, “Akito has a 39° fever, so I used my doctor veto but I end up having to come instead. Relax, I didn’t come to do anything to Honda Tohru.”
Akito? Who was that? You narrowed your eyes at the name. What exactly was Tohru hiding with the Sohma family? Is she somehow connected to them on a deeper level? You pressed your finger onto your chin as you stared off into thought, your sea of photographers still taking photos of your “cool” attitude.
The sound of an explosion erupted in the classroom, a yellow smoke coming out of the bottom of the curtains as the students gathered around. Your eyes widened when you noticed Yuki starting to bring the attention back to him, calling himself weird as he fidgeted in his dress. You pressed your lips together in a firm line as you watched the class gather around him, clearly being distracted by him while Tohru ran off with Kyo and a yellow rabbit. You watched as the class became fascinated by Yuki’s acting and you quickly left the room to follow Tohru, Hatori’s eyes watching you closely.
You trailed behind the two when they went up towards the roof, carrying the animal up. As you reached the top of the steps, you felt the calloused hand of Hatori’s grab onto your arm, pulling you back.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked.
You clicked your tongue before ripping your arm away from him, “shouldn’t I be asking you the same question? What is with you and Tohru-kun? What are you to her?”
“That is none of your business.”
“So you and she do have something?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “What was that explosion then? Where did Momiji Sohma-san go? I highly doubt he was still behind that curtain.”
You crossed your arms around your chest, creating a barrier between you and Hatori at the steps to the rooftop. “For someone who is a doctor, you sure are hiding quite a bit.”
“For one, this doesn’t concern y-”
“You’re involving Tohru-kun, are you implying she is also part of your family? Doesn’t that make her even more suspicious now?” Hatori noticed the sharpened gaze of your eyes as you stared down at him from the top of the steps, almost like a bird of prey watching it’s food moments before it’s flight, “What are you hiding that is so important?”
Hatori opened his mouth to reply, only to be interrupted by Yuki’s presence running up the stairs. He huffed in exhaustion before straightening his back to see you and Hatori at the stairs. You internally cringe seeing the pink and white dress contrast his appearance.
“(L/n)-san. . . What are you doing here?” He asked.
You turned to Hatori and went back to Yuki, “are you both hiding something?”
“Eh? What makes you say that?” He could feel himself starting to sweat underneath the dress from nervousness.
“If you’re not, I’m going up to the roof then.” Before you can turn around and walk up the stairs, Yuki grabbed a hold of your hand and dragged you back to the bottom of the stairs.
“W-Wait, I have something to talk about first.” You raised your eyebrow at the strange turn of events.
You sighed before letting Yuki take you to a secluded corner of the stairs while Hatori went up to the roof. When he had backed you against the wall, he tilted his head up to look at you.
“A-Ah. . . Um. . .” He mumbled, trying to think of a way to not crumble underneath your intimidating glare. “I just wanted to say that. . . You did a good job today.”
“Is that so?” You hummed, clearly displeased by the conversation topic. He noticed the lack of stutter from your voice as you dipped lower in tone, “it still doesn’t answer my question.”
“I. . .” He bit his tongue, stressed out about the situation of how to explain everything to you without having you discover the family secret. “I’m sorry. I just can’t tell you.”
“Why?” You asked, your emotions bubbling with frustration and rage, “I thought we were friends, Yuki Sohma-san.” You sneered.
“W-Well, we are but. . .” He trailed off. “I just. . . I can’t tell you right now.”
You grit your teeth as your anger pumped through your veins. What was it that was so special that it had to interrupt the class festival? Why involve someone like Tohru? Who are Hatori and Momiji? Who is Akito, why did they want to come? What is the connection? None of this is lining up and it was frustrating the hell out of you.
Was this the feeling of jealousy?
You instinctively raised your hand, your irritation of the situation getting to your head, as you almost brought it towards his face but froze midway. Yuki seemed to have flinched as he saw your hand but you dropped it to your side, lifeless. The dullness and emotionless look of your eyes were shown through the dimly lit corner.
“Whatever.” You responded, a hint of venom in your tone as you saw his eyes widen in shock. You shoved past Yuki and speed-walked towards the nearest girls' bathroom, leaving him alone in the corner of the staircase, withering away with guilt on the inside.
You slammed the bathroom door shut, breathing heavily as you bent over the sink, taking in your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was slightly disheveled and your cravat was a bit loose. You yanked the ribbon from your hair and slammed your hand onto the sink, the material cracking slightly under the pressure.
Why were you so annoyed at this?
You bit your tongue as your mind tried to rack up every possible scenario which could have made sense. You brushed your hair back, before reaching out to your reflection. Your eyes were cold as ever, the (e/c) color doing nothing to soften the angry expression you had. Your piercing eyes glaring back at you.
It wasn’t like you and him were close from the beginning, you bitterly thought, you slid your hand down to your side, your fists tightening as your nails tried to dig through the glove material. Compared to someone like Tohru, you were nothing to him. What had happened between the two of you was simply for the sake of Tohru, it was to make her happy seeing the two of you become friends. It was just some sort of play date that was set up.
You growled in frustration as you glared at your reflection in the mirror. The exhaustion shining through your pupils. It didn’t matter in the end, you were better off forgetting about this experience and distancing yourself away from the family. You held no value to them and you wanted. . . No, you needed to accept this fact. You wiped away at the small tears forming at the corner of your eyes, concealing the sniffles as you took deep breaths.
You sighed before taking the ribbon and tying your hair back, readjusting your costume, and swinging the bathroom door open. You made your way back to the classroom, seeing the smiles of your classmates light up at the sight of you back.
“Fifteen onigiris for five special request photos! Let’s go all out!” You swung out your arms, a forced smile spread across your face as the classroom roared with excitement. Everyone quickly gathered around your form, filling the empty void from Princess Yuki with your presence.
While your heart may have hardened that day, the feeling of betrayal sinking into your bones, you wanted nothing more than to please the people around you.
#fruits basket#fruits basket x reader#x reader#yuki sohma#yuki sohma x reader#yuki soma#yuki soma x reader
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Tiredness and High Emotions - Chapter 1 - A Little Gift
Pairing - Dr Ethan Ramsey x Charity Middleton (Open Heart)
Rating - General
Note - This is the first chapter of my first AU for Open Heart, I hope you enjoy it. I love Ethan so damn much...
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Summary - On the first morning of her fellowship, Charity is treated to breakfast and a gift from Ethan
Word Count - 1254
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Charity
It was official, I had finally finished my residency and was moving onto being a paediatric diagnostics and surgery fellow at Edenbrook. I love the work I do and I can’t believe I am now at the end of my residency, about to start my fellowship. The sun shone through the curtains in Ethan’s room, waking me up, blinding me as the sound of the alarm went off. I am not a morning person but I sit up straight away, with a spring in my step. Ethan rolled over and he rubbed his eyes before he looked up to me.
“Good morning, Rookie” He smiles and I look at him, he has stubble that has developed more into a beard since he hasn’t shaved for a few days.
“Good morning” I whisper and he leans up and presses a gentle kiss to my lips before he stretches and sits up. I pull the duvet up and I swing my legs off the be, the excitement for today is just unreal, I have never been so excited for anything.
“I will make you some coffee” He murmurs softly as he presses a kiss to my shoulder, the stubble on his face scratches my skin slightly.
“Thank you” I say and he goes through to the kitchen and I go through to my wardrobe I have at Ethan’s which is slowly getting bigger as I move things in. I settle on a white flow top with red flowers on it, ¾ sleeves, and blue trousers and I go through to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and then putting make-up on and grabbing my hairbrush, I brush my hair through before pulling it into a high-top ponytail and I change into the clothes, spraying myself with perfume and I put my washing In the wash basket and I go through to where Ethan is already dressed in a shirt and trousers, his glasses on.
“You look ready for your first day as a fellow” He observes and I smile, giving him a grin, I am so excited at the same time as completely freaking out. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him.
“Where you just giving me a compliment?” I tease and I hear him grumble to himself, something about why he even tries. I know he loves me and I know I drive him absolutely insane but I can’t help myself. He presents me with a plate of scrambled eggs with smoked salmon and a dollop of cream cheese.
“This looks good” I thank him and I cut a small bit and I scoop it on my fork and I take a mouthful and the perfect taste of the eggs with the fishy salty taste of the salmon plays with my taste buds, I could be in breakfast heaven, I get another forkful and eat it, savouring the taste as Ethan smiles at me, he watches me, rather pleased with himself.
“I take it that it is enjoyable?” He inquires and I nod, goodness Ethan you are a gourmet god, I love you. I sip my coffee. He eats his own breakfast, a smile on his face as he sees me enjoying my own breakfast,
“I am proud of you” He murmurs after a few seconds of silence and I look up to him, he gives me a smile that makes my insides flutter.
“You are?” I ask and he nods.
“I’m proud of the doctor you have become, you have worked hard every single day of your career, you never let anything get in your way, its admirable” He says, a faint smile on his face. I smile and chew some more breakfast. He clears his throat and walks across to a cupboard, pulling out a wrapped box with a ribbon on.
“I got you this” He says and he places it in-front of me and I stare down at it. A gift? A GODDAMN GIFT FROM ETHAN FREAKING RAMSEY? I look back up at him, sure I’m imagining things but look down again to see the box still there, ok.I am definitely not having hallucinations.
“Is there a problem?” He asks me softly and I shook my head, I take another mouthful of my break as, and pull the bo closer.
“Open it” He urges and I unwrap the beautiful silver ribbon.
“I’m keeping the ribbon” I comment and then I pull the lid off the box and there is a card, and I look at Ethan with a raised eyebrow but he just watches me, as if to say open it, clearly containing himself, but I can tell whatever this is, he wants me to like it, I open the card and it reads.
“A gift for my Rookie, who isn’t much of a rookie anymore but will always be my Rookie E x”
My heart melts at the message and I carefully place the card down and I gently unwrap the paper revealing a rose gold framed and chest-piece and a white stethoscope that looks beautiful and I pick it up, in awe. Its so beautiful, I look over to Ethan who is watching me with bated breath. I look in the box and see a white and gold pen, with my name on and hen a penlight.
“Ethan, this is such a wonderful gift, oh my goodness” I stare in awe at my gifts, I have such a thoughtful boyfriend, I stand up and go straight for him, pressing my lips to his.
“I take it you like them” He says with a genuine smile and I cup his face, and press my lips on his, kissing him with as much love and sincerity as humanely possible.
“Ethan they are amazing” I breathe as I pull away from the kiss and I stare into his eyes. He cups my face and gently kisses my lips softly.
“I’m so happy you like them, Rookie. You deserved a nice present” His voice is full of affection. I look at him and I go back to my breakfast, noticing the time and I smile like a Cheshire Cat as I finish my breakfast and coffee. Ethan grab my new stethoscope, pen and penlight as I put a pair of black shoes with a small block heel, as Ethan puts my gifts in my bag.
“I love my new stethoscope” I say as I put my coat on and he gently kisses my lips.
“I’m glad, come on Dr Middleton, lets not be late” His serious Dr Ramsey expression is on his face and I know not to argue, we walk out the apartment together and go to his car, the drive to the hospital isn’t massively long but its long enough.
“Are you nervous?” He asks softly and I turn to him and shrug,
“I guess part of me is, but I am excited to, I’ve always wanted to do this, and its really happening” I murmur and he nods, a smile on his face. “It will be nice to be a equal of yours, in a way, too” I admit and he smiles.
“You are my Rookie though, Charity. No matter what, even if one day you find yourself in a more senior position than me” He speaks, with affection.
“I love being your Rookie” I murmur back to him and I see him smile. I love it when he smiles. The rest of the journey is comfortable as we just enjoy each other’s company…. Before the busyness begins……
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Chapter 4
AN- Okay, here’s our time jump people!
Present Day
Fel’s POV-
“Thanks for listening Fel” Thor hugged me before turning to leave. I smiled widely reassuring Thor it was a pleasure to listen to him talk about Asgard and his ruling. Thor was interesting, so charismatic that he had become one of my favourite people to listen too. Though his ego was big his heart for Asgard, his brother and family were bigger. Six months in this job had felt like years, the way everyone adapted to my presence in the compound, they all seemed so appreciative of me always listening to them when they needed to talk. I felt like I knew everybody inside out. Especially Bucky, however, he never spoke of his past; I didn’t expect him too. I’d read his file Tony provided and his past was painful to read let alone hear him talk about it. I could only imagine how hard it must have been to come to the realisation he’d killed and hurt so many people. Tony approached my office looking like he meant business.
“Perfect timing Fel, conference room now”
“Me?” I asked shocked pointing to myself. Tony hummed and as quick as he appeared he disappeared. Hot on his heels I followed him to the conference room. I’d never been asked into the conference room, so I had no idea what to expect, just confusion. The whole team were sat down, everyone except Bucky had given me a slight smile as I entered the room awkwardly waiting for someone to say something. I looked over at Bucky whose face was far from happy, he looked annoyed at the fact I was even in this room and he wouldn’t even look at me. I shot Nat a confused look, furrowing my eyebrows and squinting my eyes, she shot me the biggest, fakest smile. Which often meant she needed something. What could she need from me? Tony sat in his chair at the head of the table, his hands clasped together as if he was thinking, his eyes spaced out.
“Sit” Tony demanded pointing at a free chair next to Nat. Cautiously I sat next to Nat debating in my head whether I wanted to be in this meeting right now.
“So Fel, we need your help.” Tony stood up from his end of the table and wandered down the end where I was sat, he leaned against the table as he looked me in the eyes.
“Who do you want me to speak too?”
“A nasty sleezball, he runs a club. Under his club he runs operations for Hydra. We need some data he has.” Tony sarcastically smiled, I nervously laughed looking at everyone who’s faces were serious before settling on Nat who still had that smile meaning this wasn’t a joke.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes Fel, we need you to be a sexy distraction. You’re the most attractive girl we know and you’re sure to distract him.” Nat replied placing a hand my shoulder, my eyes widened in surprise, and I shot Nat a ‘really’ look with my eyes.
“Yep, see. Told you bad idea. She’s not doing it” Bucky suddenly spoke up each sentence equally increasing in speed as he said it, though he didn’t look up when he spoke, he was fiddling with the fingers on his metal arm. For some reason this really pissed me off, who is he to tell me what I can and can’t do. I took a moment in my head to regret my decision before agreeing, I ultimately decided to agree with my part in the mission to put Bucky in his place.
“Sure, I’ll give it my best shot, but a sexy distraction isn’t my forte”
“Are you kidding! Of course, it is, you just haven’t tried!” Nat reassured me. She took my hand to bring both of us standing up.
“Wait! I didn’t agree this. It’s a stupid plan and won’t work. She isn’t taking part in this. Nat can do it.” Bucky shouted out again, clearly thinking I was incapable of accompanying the Avengers on one of their missions. Did he really think I was that helpless… and ugly? I scoffed and shook my head in response to Bucky’s statement.
“Nat is going to be the one to collect the files. The mission only requires Fel, Nat and I” Tony responded shutting down Bucky. Bucky huffed clearly frustrated with the current situation.
“Bucky you don’t get to speak for me. I’m not yours for you to decide what I can and can’t do”
“If she goes. I’m going. End of” Bucky swiftly left the meeting room, purposefully making the door slam behind him.
“If he’s going, I should probably go… you know keep an eye on him” Sam pointed at the empty chair where Bucky was sat, Tony nodded in agreement. We finalised some details and were dismissed. Nat dragged me straight to her room, she began handing me dresses on the hangers from her wardrobe.
“Nat these dresses are…”
Natasha waved her hand to stop me from speaking… ‘be very careful how you finish that sentence girl” I chuckled with Natasha rolling my eyes. She began holding dressed up to me looking at them in a mirror.
“They’re beautiful dresses Nat.. just not me.”
“This dress says… shy but deep down kinky” Natasha giggled holding a beautiful black faux leather mini dress with a ribbon lace up back. Natasha picked up another dress insisting I try it on, this time a beautiful red backless satin dress with sparkly spaghetti straps to hold the dress in place. It was short, and very open in the chest area. Natasha admired me as I came from her bathroom wearing the dress. This dress hugged me in all the right places and was soft to the touch.
“This is the one” Natasha clapped her hands together admiring me as if I were a piece of art she created.
“It’s a bit too much don’t you think” Natasha shook her head and produced a chef’s kiss making me giggle.
“Look in that mirror girl! You’re stunning. Everyman will be looking at you, not just our target.”
I took another glance in the mirror admiring myself, I did stare at my own ass thinking it looked good in the dress. Though I had to admit I looked good I still felt overly exposed, I opened Nat’s wardrobe searching for long coat to cover me up in the meantime.
We found ourselves outside the club where Nat was giving me a pep talk.
“Repeat after me… strong…” I sighed as took a deep breath, ready to big myself up
“Strong”
“Sexy”
“Sexy”
“Confident”
“Confident”
“Now give me the coat” I shook my head unable to use my words knowing what I was about to walk into. Nat shot me an unimpressed look, her lips pursed out, her eyes squinting at me, she gestured to give me the coat. I once again shook my head biting the inside of my mouth, trying to eat my nerves away. Suddenly Nat untied the belt at the front and pulled the coat down my arms. She shoved the coat into he arms of Sam, who’s jaw dropped as my look was revealed. Nat took the bag that was in my hands, producing a red tube of lipstick and running it along my lips. She took my hair down from it ponytail and fluffed it, giving it my hair a lease of volume. She looked me up and down. I thought I’d gotten away with pulling the dress down slightly and raising the top of the dress up, but she’d noticed. I swung my head backwards as she began to pull the hem of the dress up to wear it was supposed to sit just under my bum and pulled the dress down in the chest area to reveal more cleavage. Once Nat had finished I looked up, my eyes instantly fell on Bucky, I thought he would have had that annoyed look on his face he’d been wearing all day, instead, his eyes were glowing as I watched them roam my body. I watched as he bit his bottom lip then covered it with hand trying to hide it.
“Our distraction is ready to go” Nat stated with a satisfied tone. Tony instructed everyone to follow his lead into the club as I entered Bucky placed his hand on my lower back, leading me into the club. His touch have me instant reassurance and I smiled slightly as I took a quick glance to my side seeing his arm around me.
I broke off from the rest of the group and took up a booth on my own, having the waiter bring me a gin and tonic. As I’d settled I felt eyes glairing at me, I looked up at the bar to see Bucky peering over at me, whiskey in hand. Looking past Bucky, I saw my target, another set of eyes on me. I knew Bucky’s gaze would follow mine. The target was already looking at me gawking, I smiled at my target, biting my lip, and raising my glass signalling for him to come over and join me. Without hesitation my target jumped straight up from his stool at the bar and made his way over, sliding into the booth next to me.
Bucky had tried his hardest to avoid putting Felicity in this situation, he didn’t want to see her dressed up and flirting with another man. He watched her as she laughed with the man, his arm around her waist settling on her thigh, she was practically sat on him, making Bucky feel uneasy and immensely jealous. Sam tried to make occasional chit chat to distract Bucky from making his staring obvious and perhaps throwing the whole mission.
“She’s good actress” Sam spoke up taking a sip of his drink. Bucky nodded in response; he was too busy watching making sure Felicity was safe.
“You want to fuck her?” Sam asked abruptly, this time getting his attention.
“What? No! I mean…”
“So, you don’t want to fuck her?” Sam chuckled, knowing he was winding Bucky up.
“Yes I do- but I see her as more than just a fuck Sam!” Bucky took a sip of his whiskey before placing his eyes back on Felicity.
“Just tell her man. I’ve seen the way she looks at you, and I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
“She wouldn’t go for me. I’m too broken.”
“Keep telling yourself that Bucky. She adores you. Put it this way, if this situation right now wasn’t fake or planned and she was truly enjoying this moment flirting with another man. Would you stand for it? Or Would you tell her how you felt?”
The target was whispering in her ear and tracing circles on her neck, with the target buried into her neck Felicity was able to glance over at Bucky she watched as the glass in Bucky’s metal hand cracked and shattered as he squeezed the glass in anger watching every moment unfold. Felicity sighed as she watched Bucky look down at the glass he’d smashed. She was confused as to why Bucky was reacting in this way. Yeah she hated the fact this person feeling her up and flirting with her wasn’t Bucky, but she was helping the team, which meant helping Bucky at the end of the day.
“Seriously man?”
“This club has plenty of glasses. They can do without this one” Bucky responded coldly taking a napkin and wiping his hand. Sam received intel that the data was received, and it was ready to leave.
“Grab your girl, it’s time to go”
“Finally!” Bucky rejoiced leaping from his stool and storming over to Felicity’s booth. Sam headed for the exit meeting Nat and Tony outside. Upon reaching her booth, Bucky shoved the man’s arm off her and took her hand getting her up from her seat. The man aggravated by Bucky’s presence stood up and attempted to throw a punch at Bucky. Catching the fist Bucky began to squeeze making the man crumble to his knees in pain.
“Time to go doll” Bucky yelled as he placed his hand on her lower back promptly leading her out the same way he led her in. Bucky still gripping onto Felicity walked her down a back alley.
Felicity’s POV-
I managed to catch my breath as Bucky motioned for us to stop after dragging us down an alley. His hands rested on my hips before running them up my sides and settling the palms of his hands on my cheeks as if he were checking me over. The heat in my face burned my cheeks as I felt my heart beat 10 million times faster at Bucky’s touch, though I enjoyed this moment much like I did every time Bucky, and I shared a moment I couldn’t help but be mad at his earlier reaction to me being a part of this plan.
“Why were you so sure I couldn’t do this?”
“I always believed you could do it”
“Really, you were constantly staring at me waiting for me to fuck up!” I got caught up in my frustration and pushed Bucky’s arms off me, except I forgot how strong he was, and he didn’t move a single bit. In my irritation I sighed and scoffed lowering my head trying to compose myself.
“I was staring Fel because I wanted to make sure you were safe. I was staring because I hated seeing another man roam his hands up and down you that wasn’t me!”
I looked up at Bucky who placed my hair behind my ear suddenly we heard Natasha through Bucky’s earpiece asking if everything was okay, Bucky responded to Nat before looking back at me.
“We better get going Fel” Bucky took my hand and walked us back to the black car that was waiting for us. I climbed into the car sitting in between Nat and Sam, opposite Bucky. The ride back to the compound was unusually quiet, Bucky kept his head down whilst Sam occasionally tried to say something completely stupid and witty with Nat and I shutting him down each time. Upon reaching the compound we each turned into our separate rooms.
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Totally Rad | p.s.h
Warnings: Bullying, near sexual harassment, violence, swearing, domestic violence, anxiety, lots of crying, if you have an issue with any of these please don’t read this isn’t the right book for you.
Summary: It’s 1985 and arcades are the perfect place to meet your soulmate.
A/N: This took like 2 months and it’s like 12,000 words please don’t let this flop. Sorry for spelling errors I proofread as much as I could handle.
The wind blows harshly as I make my way to the small arcade around the corner. It's a chilly October morning in 1985 and my thin sweater isn't doing enough to keep the wind out. I watch as the cars pass me by, all looking ahead ready to get to their desired destinations. They barely turned an eye toward a freezing kid on the side of the road, nobody trusted each other anymore. The small arcade came into view and I saw the doors filled with flyers and posters for new games that came in, as well as a small logo dead center.
'Pips Arcade'
The perfect job for a senior in high school. It was easy to work around here but I'd rather do this than scoop ice cream for the annoying kids down at the mall or be an assistant in a small news office. They treat women like slaves over there, my friend Betty told me so. She can't get a better job so she's currently stuck there.
"Y/N! You made it!" Maria, a small 15 year old girl stood behind the counter giving some kid their coins before telling them to have fun. She was always optimistic when it came to working, especially with the kids that came in.
"I'm five minutes early." She acted like I wasn't coming at all. Sometimes people really did leave her there and she called me at home to take her shift because she couldn't be out late. It wasn't her fault she was paranoid but it irked me just a tad to think that she thought I wasn't coming.
"I know. You're always early." She signed off on the slip of paper and I signed in before setting my things in the back room.
"Have a good night, Maria." The gave her a wide smile before shooing her away.
"Hey, my family is having a bonfire to burn all of our junk. Do you want to come. My parents would really like to meet you!" She held the door open for some more kids before turning back to me.
"I'll think about it." My response was short but I didn't hurt her feelings. I didn't plan on going but there was no reason to tell her that. Knowing her she'll invite five more people before hearing an official response from me. She's always been the type to make friends no matter who they were. It was kind of a gift if I was being honest.
"Bye!" She waved and let the door shut on it's own a small drift catching it's way in causing me to shiver behind the counter. It was really time to invest in a coat but with the stress of trying to buy a car and help my parents stay afloat it really wasn't the time to be selfish.
My family. An easy way to explain them would be dysfunctional, abusive, selfish. My older brother had left when he got the chance, but not before sticking it to my dad. I got beat for that one. We occasionally talk but its usually on holidays or if I can get access to a phone. Sometimes if the arcade is slow I borrow Pips landline and call my brother, he seldom answers. I look around at the kids and wonder why they get it so good, how a 10 year old can get two dollars from their mom or dad to get coins at the arcade. If I found money as a kid it was going straight to my parents no questions asked, the scar on my right hip reminds me of that.
"Excuse me miss?" I was pulled from my thoughts as a small kid walked up to the counter, "May I have some more coins please?" He put a dollar on the counter and I took it with a smile, handing him six coins back. Pip likes to be real generous so instead of the regular four coins he has us give them six, hes nice like that.
"Have fun." He laughed and ran away to give some to his friend. Sometimes I envy that. The look he gets when he has someone to talk to, someone to share with. I never had enough to share anything. I was about to go back into my thoughts when the bell in the door rang I turned to say a greeting and I stopped when I saw four teens walk through the door. They were jocks and anyone with a pair of eyes could see that, their varsity jackets clinging to their arms like a medal.
"Hello." I got over my shock and said a mandatory greeting, Pip likes us to be formal.
"Hi!" One of them shooed the others away and walked towards me. The closer he got the more intimidated and fidgety I became. At school jocks were known for unnecessary violence and bullying, I was always a target.
"W-what can can I get for you?" I felt my eyes slightly widen at my stutter it hadn't come out in years yet here it was crawling back up my throat. It was something I learned to control a while ago, my father insisting I not speak until I dealt with it. The boy looked at me and I saw something flash across his eyes it didn't look malicious to harmful but it looked different. Not like when my dad got angry after hearing my stutter. It was something else, something warm.
"Can I get some coins for a five?" He pulled out a five dollar bill and slid it across the counter putting his hands back into his pocket after I took the bill.
"Sure." I put the bill into the register and typed the number into the coin slot. I grabbed a small bag and put it under the receiver just to make it easier for him.
"Hey, you go to OS right?" I stopped in my tracks, "I think I've seen you around." I pressed the button and let the coins fall into the bag.
"Yeah, I do." I looked back and saw him watching me. I turned back to the coins and pulled them away from the receiver once it was done filling. I twisted the back and put it up onto the counter.
"You're a senior right, I think we have AP US History together." I looked down at my hands before looking back up at him.
"Maybe I'm not sure. I don't really talk to anyone in that class." I smiled lightly before looking away, keeping eye contact was so hard for me it almost felt impossible.
"Hey, Park!" He turned back and shooed his friends away for just a second.
"Well, I'll keep an eye out for you. You got a name?" I took a breath and pushed my fear away. I wasn't just going to leave him hanging I know it would haunt me for months to come. I wasn't going to be that girl.
"It's Y/N." I smiled at him and he smiled back, his teeth shining so bright I could almost think they were fake.
"Pretty, I'll see you around, Y/N." He took the bag from the counter and smoothly walked away. The way my name rolled off his lips made my heart skip a beat or two. I had never gotten attention like that and I couldn't help but want more of it, for some reason it felt good to be acknowledged by him. All my life it was beat her, call her names, make sure that she knows she's trash and soon I began to believe it but hes making me feel different. He even called my name pretty.
I scolded myself. I couldn't be thinking about this I didn't even know his name, I mean I know his last name is Park but only because it says it on his jacket. His last name with a big two on the back in black, white, and red, OS colors. Why didn't I see it before logically I should've known as soon as he walked in. I guess my fear just blinded my brain. I really wanted to look at him again and I looked up to find some of his friends looking at me, a small smile on their faces. I quickly looked away and went to cleaning under the shelves. Maria really needed to learn how to keep organized.
Time passed in the small arcade and kids came and went with smiles and laughs. It was great to see them happy. Them talking about girls or boys that they had crushes on or how their math teacher sucks Donkey Kong's dick, yes that's something I've actually heard. All their juvenile fears and worries are something that I have envied for so long. Sometimes my brain thinks of what my family could have been and honestly it's just my subconscious throwing a pity party for myself.
"Hey Y/N?" The boy from earlier came up to the counter with a little girl had to be no more than 8, her black hair pulled up in two ponytails secured with a pink ribbons. He smiled and slid another five over, "Can I get some more coins please?" I smiled and nodded taking the five and repeating the process over again. I put the coins in the bag and slid them back across the counter.
"Now," he crouched down to her level and handed her all the coins. "go take these and share them with the rest of the kids okay. You'll have so many friends you won't even believe." He patted the little girls shoulder and watched her as she ran off the coin jingling in her grasp.
"Thank you mister." She waved and went over to a small group of kids, offering the coins to play with her they all screamed in glee and hugged her. So, it was that easy to make friends huh?
"Why did you do that?" I couldn't hold back the curiosity he spent 10 dollars here today, 10 dollars. That's a lot for an arcade and money usually isn't tossed around like that.
"She was crying over there. She had no coins and no friends it's hard out there if you have no friends. Look at that," he pointed to the gathering at Pac Man. The girl was laughing and watching some boy play. "instant happiness."
"Why are you so nice?" The question came out like rushing water. I didn't want to push him because for all I know he could come out and be a total jerk.
"Where would I be in life if I was rude? There's really no point." He shrugged and leaned on the counter, his stance was calm. He watches his friends mess around at street fighter and he watched the girl with her new found friends at Pac Man.
"But you're a jock. You have every right to be rude." I sounded defensive and I urged myself to relax, my shoulder were tensed and my hands were crossed at my chest, my body basically telling him that I didn't trust him.
"I mean I play a sport yeah, and I have a bunch of friends but that doesn't give me the right to be rude. I think it's just a stereotype to be completely honest, based on some assholes who were jocks you know. Being a jerk only gets you alone." His words really rang true, I was stereotyping him and I found myself disgusted with myself.
"I'm sorry." I let my hands fall against the counter, finally relaxing.
"Its alright. I mean it's a stereotype for a reason. Some jocks do think they can get away with being rude. Not this one." He smiled and pointed to himself.
"I never got your name." I said pulling over the stool that sat there for slow days.
"Oh, its Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa." He pushed out his hand and I took it with a smile. He went back to leaning against the counter but this time he was facing me.
"Do you live around here?" He asked smiling. He held my eye contact and I found my heart skipping a few beats again.
"Um, no it's like 10 blocks away." I pointed in the direction my house and I finally took notice of the sky outside. The sun had set and it looked pitch black except for the dim yellow street lights that lit the roads.
"I didn't see another car in the parking lot, do you walk?" Worry flashes across his face and I found myself not wanting to tell him the truth. I had a feeling it would worry him even more if I confirmed his suspicions.
"Yeah but it really doesn't feel like a long time." I waved him off and smiled. He opened his mouth to say something but his friends interrupted him.
"Hey, Hwa I gotta get home. My moms got a casserole in the oven. Wanna join, you know she loves you." A short boy with blonde hair came up to Seonghwa and put an arm around him.
"No, I can't I got family plans tonight but I'll take you home." He stood up fully and the guys arm fell back to his side, not being able to comfortably sit on Seonghwas broad shoulders.
"And who's this pretty lady?" I found my cheeks heating up at the compliment. He seemed slick and his feline eyes held deep brown orbs. They are soft but sharp at the same.
"Guys this is Y/N, Y/N these are the guys." He moved out of the way and I stood up to politely greet them.
"Wooyoung." The blonde haired boy waved and moved to the side.
"Yeosang." He has beautiful auburn hair and brown eyes that I could stare into forever.
"Hongjoong." The last guy had light brown hair that came to a mullet at the end. And on his hand I saw one painted fingernail.
I hated to make the observation but Seonghwa really was better looking than all of them. With his tanned skin and heading highlights nobody in this group matched his complexion, he was almost unreal.
"It was really nice to meet you Y/N. We'll see you around." Seonghwa held the door open for his friends and waved to me as the door shut, letting the cold night air in again. I waved back and sighed my gut telling me that they were just going to tall about how ugly I was on the ride home. My brain really wouldn't let me have anything good.
"Hey kids, I'm gonna have to ask you to finish up your games." I went out from behind the counter and started shutting down the games that were being used, alas it was closing time at Pip's Arcade. One by one the kids walked out the door to their parents or I saw groups of them riding away on bikes the ideal transportation for kids these days. I began to wish that I had a bike when I was younger, the thought of being able to ride away from my parents whenever I wanted to because a little fantasy of mine. Maybe that's why they never let me buy a bike, I mean if I ever learned how to ride a bike that's what I would be doing.
I began to do small chores like wiping down the screens of the games as well as the windows and doors to the arcade. The keys and joysticks have already been disinfected and all the coins that were used today were put in a separate bucket to keep inventory. I refilled up the coin machine and double checked that everything else was stocked.
The bathrooms were usually the worst part, sometimes kids didn't flush and there was literal shit everywhere or the paper towels and toilet paper were thrown haphazardly around the room. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as it usually was, a couple napkins and candy wrappers here and there but nothing too bad and for sure nothing that I couldn't handle.
The last thing to do was to do a once-over of everything to make sure that it was all good before locking the back door and taking the trash out of the front, locking the glass doors behind me. Each one of the closing staff has a key of their own so we could just close up and Pip wouldn't have to worry about coming to close it up at night. I put the trash in the side bin and turned to go home.
"Hey, pretty girl!" I turned around in shock to find Seonghwa sitting on one of the small decorative poles we had set up at the front, a bag of colorful candy in his hand. He looked me straight in the eyes and pulled some of the gummy candy out of the bag before popping one side in his mouth, stretching it until it broke off his his teeth.
"Seonghwa, what are you doing here? Don't you have family plans?" I tightened my grip on the backpack strap on my shoulder and took a deep breath. This is where he takes me around the corner and slits my throat and no one will ever find my body like with that one handsome murderer. What was his name again?
"Just thought you might like a ride. It's too cold to walk without a coat now." He finished off his gummy and put the rest in his pocket. He hopped off the pole and walked over to me.
"You really don't have to. I can walk." I looked you at him and I finally realized how tall he really was. My neck had a small stretch from looking up at him and I literally just started. His skin was also so smooth I wouldn't believe he was a teenager, it was almost like he was a robot. I mean my dad was saying that Russia made robots already but that was only when he was drunk.
"Well, I really want to." He looped his arm around my shoulders and guided me to the car opening the door for me to slide right in. His car was actually really nice it was clean which was a really big plus. The seats were black and the outside was a light blue a really good match for him.
I sat on the plush leather seats and held my bag on my lap, not knowing till now how uncomfortable it was to sit in a bar with a backpack. He opened his door and hopped in putting on his seat belt and then started the car. The engine sounded impressive for how the car looked but then again I haven't sat in a car for long time.
"Seat belt." He looked over at me with expectant eyes. Like I was meant to do something for him.
"What?" I looked at him in confusion and he smiled lightly.
"Here," he reaches over my chest and pushed my bag out of the way a little before grabbing something next to me and pulling it across my chest. It clicked by my hip and I looked back up at him, "seat belt." He smiled and then pit the car in reverse looking back before smoothly pulling out of the parking spot.
I guess I hadn't been a car in longer than I thought. My dad's car didn’t have seat belts or if it did he never told us. It also felt weird I was so used to walking so seeing everything go by so fast was crazy, I looked out the window to see if I could catch every single house with my eye.
"How do you get to school Y/N?" Seonghwa had his hand on the little console nub, occasionally shifting the nub making the car change in speed and the other on the steering wheel.
"I walk every morning." I looked over at him and his eyes were focused on the road.
"Your parents don't take you to school?" He shifted gears again and I gave him a small direction to turn left.
"They don't have time to take me to school anymore," like they eleven did in the first place, "I'm really fine with walking. It wakes me up in the morning." He sighed and shook his head.
"Its gonna start getting really cold soon. Do you have a coat?" He looked over at me and caught me looking at him so I turned towards the window again. I put my forehead against it and found that it was freezing, it soothed the beginnings of a headache.
"No, why do you care so much?" I didn't want to sound defensive but with the way he sighed I knew that I did.
"I don't know Y/N. You just can't go around walking in winter with no coat." He said and I pointed to the he small house at the end of the street. The rotting shingles of the cream colored house were hidden bu the darkness of the night but everyone could see the house. It looked like the drug house, every neighborhood had one. This one just happened to be my home.
"It's not winter yet." I grumbled and he chuckled.
"You are just so stubborn aren't you?" He pulled into the driveway and put the car in park.
"I mean I think I'm pretty reasonable." I shrugged and smiled at him. He looked at me and rolled his eyes with a light smile.
"I'm picking you up from now on." He turned to look straight ahead at the garage door which house an old 1950 car that my father only used to go to the bar.
"Seonghwa you can't. It's completely out of the way. It's a waste of gas." I turned to him in my seat and tried to reason with him. Even him being here now was a risk if my dad saw him taking me home we were both toast. He would kill both of us.
"It's okay. I have a good paying job. I can't just let you walk in the cold. I'll let you walk again in the springtime." He let his hands fall into his lap and he turned to me for the first time since he started this conversation. His eyes were warm and genuine, it felt calm and serene it was like the moment in the movies were nobody speaks but they just know and they kiss and gross shit. I just knew he was being genuine.
"Fine. Just park across the street and I'll walk to your car, okay?" I looked down at the seat belt and began to try and pull it off. It just kept getting tighter and tighter and I sighed looking for something for it to unlock.
"Deal." He reached towards my hip and the pressure on my lap disappeared. The buckle went back to its place by the door and I smiled, I was so dumb. I grabbed the handle and opened the door.
"Bye Seonghwa." I grabbed the frame of the door and was going to shut it when he stopped me,
"Hey wait," he reached into his pocket and pulled put the candy, "for making my day." I took the bag with a smile and gave him a small wave before heading into the house.
The door creaked and I turned around to watch Seonghwa pull out of the driveway and back down the street. I shut the door quietly and locked it up, knowing my dad would have a fit if he woke up and it wasn't locked. He was asleep in his easy chair the light snoring in the living room telling me to go nowhere near there. I put my bag back on my shoulders and walked quietly into the kitchen grabbing a plate from the fridge before making my way up the stairs.
My mom was one of the exceptions to the abuse and the dysfunction. She married my father when they were young, she had no idea what he would become. She told me once that she was going to just run away and leave but then she found out that she was pregnant with my brother and she stayed. She was a flower in the desert, it's what I like to call her.
"Mommy?" I put the plate and my bag in my room before taking to the hallways to find her.
"In here dear," I followed her voice to the bathroom. She was in the bath her hair pulled up and a book in her hands, "I borrowed this from your room. Hope you don't mind but I've read all mine twice already." She laughed and folded the book to show me the cover. IT by Stephen King. It came out earlier this year and has been one of my favorite books up to date.
"Not at all, mind if I eat in here with you?" I waited until she nodded to go grab my plate. It was meatloaf and mashed potatoes my father's favorite. He must have been in a bad mood today, the fresh bruise on my moms arm was also a dead giveaway. She knows that I see it and yet I don't say anything. I know it breaks her heart.
"So, this Stephen guy is kind of messed up." She flipped the page and then folded the corner, which made my heart die a little but I let her do it because I love my mom.
"Yeah, I think he's made a couple of others and there all messed up. They have like murder and like spiritual powers and stuff. He's the new King of horror. Get it?" I laughed at my own joke and she began chuckling as well.
"How did I make something so perfect?" He grabbed my cheek and caressed her fingers against it. They were soft and warm comforting, like ever mothers touch.
"I mean have you looked in the mirror? Look at all that beauty." I knew that if I let her indulge in how much she loved me I would begin to cry. We often cried together because we both know we deserve better than this. We deserve a nice house in a cul de sac with a good dad and husband who cooks while my mom takes her baths and reads.
"Oh shut up." She laughed and patted my head before finally putting her hands in the bath and relaxing. "How was work?" She closed her eyes but I knew she was listening. I reached over and shut the door lightly.
"It was good. Maria thought I wasn't coming in once again." I leaned against the tub and began to finish my dinner.
"That girl needs to relax." My mom shifted in the water and the sound of water moving around instantly relaxed me.
"Well, they've left her there alone three times. That's three times too many." I put my plate off time the side and took a deep breath. "I also met a boy." My mom sucked in a deep breath and I shut my eyes tight.
"You can't bring him here. You know that right?" My moms voice turned serious and I sighed.
"He wants to pick me up every morning. He's worried cause I walk alone at night in the cold." She shifted in the water again and I knew she was looking at me.
"Y/N, you remember the last time you brought someone over? He hurt you so bad, you were so young." She caressed my hair and I felt the water droplets fall down the back of my neck.
"I told him to park across the street. Hopefully hes here after dad leaves." I sighed and leaned into her touch, a small tear leaving the corner of my eye.
"Good. Now, tell me about him. Is he cute?" The rest of the night went smoothly we talked for hours or until the water in the tub got cold then we went to her rooms after doing the dishes together and I braided her hair. We talked about Seonghwa and what I want to do when I'm older. It was really anything and everything. I fell asleep in her comforting arms as light rain began to pour from the sky.
I woke up to my mom shaking my arm. It had to be before the sun was up because the only light in the room was the light coming from the bathroom. She stood above me with a pile of clothes, "I washed these for you. Go put them away. Your father's gone." I sat up and took them from her, a fresh pair of underwear sat on the top of the pile. That meant I was able to shower today.
The water was nice and warm against my back. It has been about three days since my last shower and I was already beginning to feel grimy. After sweating at work and in my gym class it was time to take care of myself a bit. I never showered when my dad is here you never know when he'll pop in to go pee even when there's a bathroom downstairs.
My mom insisted she brush my hair and style it, something she's done ever since I was a kid. She put it in a half up half down look that was becoming more and more popular. She even sprayed a little perfume on my neck, something she only did for special occasions.
"You know I love you right?" She smiled and gave me a hug. He made eye contact in the mirror and I could see her eyes were full of love.
"I know, mommy. I love you too." I hugged her arms and then turned around for a full hug.
"Go wait for your friend. I'll see you when you get home." She kissed my forehead and I grabbed my bag from my room, the bag of gummy worms still in the front pouch. Turns out my mom had excellent timing, Seonghwa showing up right as I reached the window to watch.
"Is this a good time?" I opened the door and he greeted me with that." I nodded and put my bag on my lap reaching for the seat belt while looking for what it clicked into. The silver metal box with the red button on it seemed like a good spot and I got it in on the first try.
"So, do you live around here?" I wanted to know how far away he lived so I could measure how much has he was using to pick me up.
"Yeah, actually. Its really just right around the corner. About 3 blocks that way." He pointed to the right and I nodded. That was the rich people neighborhood, everyone knew that.
"Okay that's not horrible." I looked out the window again and watched the trees go by. It was gloomy today, the remnants of the rain still dripping from the tree branches.
"Hey, so me and a couple of friends are going to see a drive-in movie tonight. Wanna go?" His eyes were still on the road when I looked at him. Is the asking me out on a date? It was honestly a foreign concept to me but first dates are always to the movies. But he said his friends were going so it wasn't just us.
"I don't have any money." I felt embarrassed at the fact that I truly didn't have money for things like that.
"I can pay for you. Its gonna be rad." He chuckled and looked at me for assurance.
"Are you sure you want me to come?" I looked at him and found him staring at me, the look in his eyes much like the one of my mother's but different.
"Of course. I hope you like horror though." He turned back to the road and pulled into the school parking lot, finding a spot close to the door. Student athletes get privileges what can I say.
"Which one is it?" Not that I really would have an idea of what it was. I haven't seen a movie in theaters since my fifth birthday, the last birthday party I ever had.
"Aliens, it came out a couple years ago. They’re just now allowed to show it at the drive-in." The way he talked about it made me excited. His smile pulling his cheeks up and making his eyes squint. Stop. You can't think like that, hes just trying to be nice. Befriending the loner girl would make his reputation soar.
"Hey, we're here." He out his hand on my shoulder and I instantly flinched. I chuckled and shook it off.
"Sorry I was thinking about how cool that movie is going to be. I'll come." I could stick it to my dad for one night. Tell them that Maria asked me to take her shift tonight. Easy enough.
"Awesome!" I couldn't help but think about the look in his eyes after I flinched at his touch. It was just so natural to be afraid if anyone's touch but my mother's. Her loving hugs and touches were the only good contact I had with people in this world. Even my brother couldn't compare.
I got out of the car and instantly felt eyes on me. Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Hongjoong were all waiting by the doors for him and a couple of others standing next to them as well. They all waved and smiled and walked over to us. They were positively magnetic, wherever they went new eyes followed their movements and in turn they all went to me the new person in the group.
"Hey Pretty Lady!" Wooyoung out his hand up in the air and recoiled a bit before realizing that it was just a high five I pulled it off by doing some weird hand movements to reach his high five. They laughed and whooped causing more attention to shift to us.
"So, Y/N's going to be coming to the movies with us today. Is that cool with everybody?" They all agreed and nodded. I felt accepted already into this large group of jocks and I couldn't help but feel a little powerful.
"Oh, this is Yunho, San, Mingi, and Jongho." Wooyoung pointed at a bunch of different people and I shot a small wave to all of them.
"I'm Y/N nice to meet you." I smiled and laughed as they all shot greetings my way.
"Alright guys let's go." Hongjoong led the way into the doors and I felt Seonghwas arm slip around my shoulders. Honestly I was thankful for his touch, as all the eyes and the whispers began to become too loud to my ears his warm arm was there to pull me back to him. Almost like a gravitational pull.
"I'll see you in US history." He branched off the other way and I was back to being alone. In a sea of monsters who all wanted to stop me and talk but I brushed past until I finally got to my English class where my isolation began all over again. It was really nothing special everything the teacher taught I knew already, I was way ahead in the book we were reading so all there was left to do was stare out the window and hope that the bell would ring soon.
The halls were way more crowded than I remember them being, everyone trying to get to their lockers or whatever class they were going to, lines behind the vending machine and the bathroom doors swinging open and closed. It was all so much and all the eyes staring at me made my skin crawl with unease. Around every corner it was "the girl who is friends with the football team".
"Hey," an arm slipped around my shoulders once more but I knew who it was, "how was your class?" I leaned into his shoulder and sighed.
"It was fine. Really nothing interesting, it's senior English." I chuckled and breathed in his scent. He was wearing a grey turtleneck and black pants, no varsity jacket to be found a plain outfit but it was nice. It smelled warm and calm, and mixed with his natural scent it was practically heaven. Maybe it's weird to like the way he smells but I didn't tell my olfactory senses to hop on it.
"I get that much. I take that third and fourth term. Maybe you can help me, cause you're just too smart." His voice turned to a mocking tone and I chuckled, hitting his stomach lightly.
"I did not say that." I pushed a little closer to him and he stumbled a little but caught his footing before it was an issue.
"Sounded pretty similar if you ask me." I put my head fully on his shoulder and just enjoyed the moment. He was walking me to class with his arm around my shoulders, saying that yes this is my friend. We looked around the class and saw only two available seats next to each other so I sat in front of him and he sat behind me. The bell rang and I got out my stuff and that's when I began to feel his hand in my hair.
At first it was light pressure against my scalp, he was twirling my hair in his fingers I really didn't mind either on of the ways my mom helps he relax after my dad gets angry. He was twirling and braiding the strands of my hair together and then he moved up, his fingers grazing the nape of my neck causing me to flinch a little at the sensitivity there. He rubbed small circles into my skin, telling me that it was okay he want going to hurt me and I relaxed in my seat.
His fingers then went into my scalp and that's when I felt really calm. The teacher was droning on about some president or whatever but my eyelids were dropping and I couldn't care, the way he was rubbing circles into my scalp had my body loose like a goose and that's when my head fell back in his hands and I was out like a light.
"Hey, pretty girl." Someone was shaking my arm and it was then that I remembered where I was. I opened my eyes to see Seonghwa crouching next to my desk, his eyes warm and sweet like always.
"Did I fall asleep?" I yawned and sat up in my desk, multiple places in my back popping.
"Yeah, you really didn't miss much. I can give you the notes." I looked around at the class and the rest of the students were packing up, getting ready to go to lunch.
"Thanks, Seonghwa." I put my books back in my bag and zipped it up before standing up and putting in on my back. I yawned once more and Seonghwa opened his arms. Without a second thought I went into them and put my ear against his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat. He put his arms around me and held my head to his chest, playing with my hair once again.
I can't imagine how we looked right now. Last night I was telling him that he couldn't pick me up or take my home but without the fear of my dad shadow over my my heart was so open to him. It felt like I had known him for years really, the way it was so easy to talk to him and have him hold me like he does was something that I couldn't wrap my head around.
"Let's go to lunch." He pulled away lightly and turned me around, lightly pushing me to walk towards the door.
"Alright alright I'm going." I groaned and walked faster until his hands fell off my shoulders. He walked next to me and grabbed his backpack straps.
"What are you gonna get? He asked while waving to some guys in the hall.
"I've got some stuff in my bag." I shrugged and looked towards the cafeteria doors. Really I was just going to eat the gummy worms that he have me yesterday. I don't have the luxury of packing a lunch, surprise surprise.
"Alright you wait here and I'll find the gang and lead you there." He smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I was actually grateful that he did that for me. One of my biggest anxieties was trying to find somewhere to sit during lunch. It's not like I had friends to find during lunch.
"Hey sweet cakes." I turned around to find a guy standing there. His hair shagged against his forehead and his blues eyes burned into mine. They were close and unforgiving, it made me take a step back.
"Um, hello?" I looked around for someone to save me but the hallway was empty.
"So are you and Seonghwa a thing?" He put his hands in his jean pockets and leaned against the white wall.
"No." Part of my heart desperately wished that I could say yes but I guess it was for the best.
"Oh that's sweet. Wanna go out back and show me a good time?" He licked his dry lips and looked me up and down.
"No thank you." I took another step back but that prompted him to take a step closer.
"Of come on. You need all those men to satisfy you? I can give you what you want more than those jokers can." He moved a step closer and I put my arms up trying to tell him to keep a distance.
"Is there something I can help you with?" Seonghwa rounded the corner and in two strides he was gently pulling me away from this guy.
"Hey Hwa. I was just offering that sweet piece of ass a good time behind the bleachers. Give the old one two football ritual?" The guy laughed and licked his lips again. I watched as Seonghwa pulled the guy by his shirt and whisper something in his ear. The guys face turned from smug to terrified.
"You ever come near her again I'll break your nose." Seonghwa placed his hand on my shoulder and lead me into the cafeteria.
"That guy was a creep." Seonghwa put his arm fully around me and led me through the cafeteria.
"That's Nate for you. He didn't touch you did he?" Seonghwas eyebrows were firmly set in the middle of his forehead and his jaw was clenched.
"No, I think you got there just in time. I mean I told him no but he just kept coming." I looked up at him and saw that was still looking ahead.
"Its okay. He won't come near you again. And you tell me if anyone does that again, okay?" I nodded and he looked back to guide me to a table in the middle. It was chaos, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung were playing swords with their pencils, Yeosang, Jongho, and Yunho were trying to throw food in each others mouths, and Hongjoong was shaking his head as he watched this all fold out.
"Hey Y/N!" Wooyoung waved and in the process got stabbed in the hand by a pencil. Hitting San has he began to celebrate.
"I'm going to find something to eat, I'll be back." Seonghwa rubbed my head before going to join the small lunch line.
"So, you met Hwa at the arcade?" Yunho stopped throwing his food at Yeosang and Jongho choosing to talk to me instead.
"Yeah, I also met Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Yeosang." The boys began to turn their heads as I said their names.
"Are you sure you guys didn't know each other before?" Yunho stabbed a grape tomato with his fork and brought it to his mouth and popped it in after he was finished talking.
"No, I don't think so. I just feel really comfortable with you guys." I pulled out the gummy worms from my bag and began to slowly eat them. I can't remember the last time I actually had candy.
"Well, you guys seem very close. Like best friends for years close." San joined in in the conversation while chewing on some of Wooyoungs french fries.
"Guys I'm convinced that the lunch lady has a crush on me." We all laughed and talked through lunch Seonghwa looking down at the candy every so often with a smirk on his face.
Without Seonghwa on my side I found how boring my life actually was. I didn't move from class to class and have friends in each one like most people do, different moments of happiness. I moved through the rest of the school day sluggish and bored without Seonghwa I mean, even Hongjoong or Wooyoung would be an improvement from all these girls whispering in each others ears while looking back at me. Acting like I was some sort of endangered animal that they could just gawk at.
The white walls seemed yellow and the bright red lockers looked crummy and gross without the filter of Seonghwas happiness. I guess I was looking too far into this friendship thing I've never really had a friend before. Having plans after school, having people that enjoy my company, it was all very new to me.
"Y/N!" Wooyoung stopped me in the hallway and threw his arm over my shoulders like Seonghwa does. He was wearing red shorts and a black t-shirt, gym clothes.
"What's up Wooyoung?" I followed him down the hall and watched as more people stared. Honestly it was getting old.
"The basketball coach what's a small practice today so Seonghwa was going to come get you but I offered instead. It's not fair that he gets you all the time." Wooyoung put his head on mine and pouted into my hair. It was really nice to hear that he wanted to spend more time with me, and to be honest I liked how they already argued over my attention. It made my heart beat too fast to be normal.
"I'll try and hang with you more." I put my arm around his wrist and pulled him closer. "So, will I just sit and watch this practice?" The gym was within sight and I saw all the boys bouncing basketballs and shooting hoops it immediately made me feel nervous. I have a really bad reputation and basketballs always seem to find my head like a magnet.
"Yeah, we're just gonna run through some drills and see if they work okay for us." We walked through the doors and Seonghwa looked over and waved with a big smile on his face. "Want me to grab a chair for you?" Wooyoung unraveled his arms from mine and pointed to a closet which, I'm guessing held all the chairs.
"No, I'll pop a squat on the floor. Thanks though!" I dropped my bag on the floor and took out a book, something I just grabbed from the library today, it seemed good enough.
"Alright boys! Balls away let's line up." The coach walked out in skin-tight red shorts and a white shirt, neither left any to the imagination. "Hey kid, are you just here to watch?" He walked over to me a crouched to my level.
"Yeah, my ride is practicing." I pointed to Seonghwa in the lineup and the coach smiled.
"He's a good kid. This shouldn't take too long." He stood up and gave instructions to the boys while I started read the first words of my book.
"Alright! Start running!" He blew the whistle and the boys began running around the gym, occasionally pushing each other because that's what boys do. It was cute watching most of them keep up with boys like Seonghwa and Hongjoong, Mingi sticking out in particular. He was sweating buckets and breathing heavily, for being a tall skinny boy he sure didn't have good endurance and I laughed as Wooyoung hooked an arm around his shoulder encouraging him to go faster.
Seonghwa was doing so well and I finally understood why he was such a star athlete. He ran about 5 laps and he wasn't even breaking a sweat yet, his legs moving effortlessly against the gym floor. He talked with Hongjoong about anything and he wasn't huffing and puffing like I would be if I was in that situation.
After a while the boys stopped running and spread around the gym to stretch and things before the coach distributed pinnies. The old material looking and smelling like death in the musty air. I wished that the coach actually took time and washed them for the boys and for the bystanders. Maybe his mustache covered up the funk and he couldn't smell it. That could be it.
Even as he worked out Seonghwa looked great, which was a heard feat for some people the activity being too much often giving them a red face that is less than attractive, like Nate over there. The boy who stopped me in the hall and was being awfully disgusting was over there with his hands on his knees trying to catch is breath. I think he caught me staring because he straightened up and winked. I could’ve thrown up in my mouth right there and then but Seonghwa came over, refreshing me like a cold glass of water.
“What are you reading?” He tipped the book and looked at the cover, finding the women on the front clearly in distress.
“Something I just picked off of the shelf.” I closed the book slightly and looked up at him. There was something so sweet and protective in his eyes and it made me feel safe from Nate, from my Dad, from the world. He opened his mouth to say something before the coaches words cut through the thick air.
“Park let’s get back in the game!” He smiles at me and taps the tip of my nose with his finger. He gets up and takes the ball from the coach before officially starting the game. I turned back to me book and didn’t pay much attention to the boys anymore, finding their game to be very repetitive and a little boring for my taste.
The book was bringing in so many characters that my head was spinning, the mention of all these characters confusing the mental list in my head. All these people fighting over the main protagonist that really didn't want to have anything to do with these men. She was really ready to just pack up and leave with her younger sister. A princess with a "duty" to her country and her family but she doesn't want to. Just as I was getting into the book I heard someone call my name and I look up to see the ball come soaring towards my face.
"Watch out!" I dropped the book and went to cover my face, ready for the ball to hit me where ever it wanted. There was a loud thud but the pressure wasn't there at all. I slowly opened my eyes and let my hands fall to my lap. Seonghwa was standing in front of me, his back to me while he stared back at the boys.
"Play ball." The coach tried to defuse the situation and held his hands out so Seonghwa could lightly toss the ball to him. He didn't join the game, instead he picked up the book and handed it back to my shaky hands.
"Are you alright?" He crouched down once more to look in my eyes.
"Just a little scared is all." I laughed quietly and just watched as he brought his hand to caress my hair.
"It was Nate, he threw the ball at you." He sighed and just looked into my eyes, trying to gauge my reaction.
"It's okay. Some people are just assholes and that's okay." The words made me think of my father. He was an asshole for no reason and I felt like I was defending him. Every swing he took at my mother and me felt justified by my words.
"But people should pay for their wrong doings." Seonghwa tapped his fingers against my forehead and cheeks causing me to laugh at the ticklish sensation.
"Alright boys, practice is over. Nate stay back with me." The coach blew the whistle and the boys ran away to go change, knocking into each other and slapping backs of heads. Just boy things.
"You can wait outside the bathroom until we're done, okay?" Seonghwa stood up and offered me his hand which I gladly took. He waited while I gathered up all my stuff and I threw my backpack onto my shoulders. He hooked his arm around me like normal and led me to the outside of the changing room.
I held my backpack straps in my hands and took this time to think. I thought about my mom and how much I loved her and I wanted her to have a better life than what she had. It was something that I thought about way too often and when I told my mom that I do think about it she just scoffs and tells me to focus on more important things, like she's not the most important thing in my life.
I thought about Seonghwa and how he made me feel safe and loved and how he is taking care of me even though he doesn't have to. Thinking about how he brought me to this group of people who accepted me even though I'm not rich or not on a sports team. I don't have a Letterman jacket and I don't have fancy clothes and sometimes I wear them two days in a row.
"Hey, are you ready?" His grey turtleneck and black pants were back on and the rest of the boys were filing out of the locker room.
"Yeah." I smiled and followed him to his car. Once we got there he grabbed the bag from my shoulders and threw it in the backseat while I got situated in the front seat.
"So, we've still got a bit of time before the move so we're going to go out to eat." He sat down on the seat and buckled up before starting up the car.
"Seonghwa-"
"Before you say 'I don't have money' I don't care. I'm paying." He pulled out of the school smoothly and started driving.
"You don't have to do that." I gripped my shirt between my fingers and looked out the window, watching all the cars pass by.
"You're stubborn." He chuckled and pulled into a diner it was small and really hidden between the mess of libraries and newspaper outlets. It wasn't that far from school but I don't go out to eat so it wasn't a surprise that I had no idea what the place was.
"The Travelers Diner." I read the sign out loud as we passed by. There was barely any one there so that told me a bit about how popular they were.
"Yeah, Jongho works here on the weekends and let me tell you its super busy. We just missed the dinner rush." Seonghwa pulled into a parking spot and turned off his car, hopping out and running around to my side. He grabbed my hand and helped me out of the car before shutting the door and locking it. My hand was still in his as he led me into the diner and I felt my cheeks and neck heat up at the simple touch.
The patrons were mostly the elderly all of them enjoying an early dinner or a late night cup of coffee. The shop smelt good fresh coffee grounds were being poured into the coffee machine and the grill had sizzling meat on it. The whole atmosphere was warm and cozy, the small chatter between a husband and wife and the old man on the counter lightly humming to the song coming from the boombox behind the counter.
"Seonghwa! Who's it going buddy?" A man with an apron cane from behind the counter and have Seonghwa a deep hug. He was much older then the both of us but he seemed ecstatic to see his friend. He had to be about 40 and he had a bit of a guy but it really suited the vibe of this place.
"I've been amazing how about you, Sergio?" Seonghwa pulled away and joined hands with me once more, not even parted for a minute.
"Business is booming thanks to you. I'm still waiting on that picture." He laughed and grabbed two menus from the counter.
"You don't have to do that. I'm just here to help." Sergio led the way to the tables and Seonghwa pulled me along behind him while I let the situation sink in. I was going out to eat for the first time since I could remember.
"I was going bankrupt and you swooped in and saved the day. I owe my success to you, kid." He set down the menus and smiled at us, before walking back behind the counter and into the kitchen.
"Who's that?" I looked around the table and saw small little designs that made me smile. The table was a bright red and had a small black border along the inside. 'Jake' was messily carved into the middle and in could just imagine the boy taking a knife and marking his territory.
"His names Sergio. Family friend." Seonghwa smiled before bringing the menu up to his face, searching over what they had. I really already knew what I wanted and it was definitely not meatloaf. I
"Hey kids. What can I get you to drink?" A middle-aged woman came over wearing a bright red uniform and a tag that read 'Cindy'. She was smiling and smacking on some bubblegum as she brought out her notepad.
“I’ll get a Dr. Pepper.” He smiled at Cindy and then turned to me.
“I’ll get the same with a lemon please.” I remember hearing some kids say that Dr. Pepper was super good with lemon and now would probably be they only time to get to try it so I might as well.
“Alright and are y’all ready to order?” She looked up form her pad and looked to Seonghwa.
“I’ll have whatever the chef’s special is today.” He put down the menu and nodded to me.
“I’ll have a cheeseburger with everything on it and the waffle fries with a side of ranch.” I looked to Seonghwa and he smiled back at me, nodding slightly at my choice.
“Alright kids. It’ll be right out for you.” She took the menus and went behind the counter to put the order in.
The diner was great. Seonghwa and I talked about anything and everything, the socializing bringing back a side of me that I couldn’t remember existed. I almost made Seonghwa spit soda out of his nose at least six times with all the jokes I was cracking all while actually having my first cheeseburger. We laughed until the sun was setting and we were heading out the door to join the rest at the movies.
The laughing didn’t stop at the diner and it carried on into the car, him talking about funny stories with his parents and me adding onto that with funny stories at my old school, choosing not to talk about my parents. We pulled into the entryway of the movies and he purchased two tickets for Alien.
“So is this movie like really scary?” I looked around the parking spots and saw Yeosang and Mingi waving their arms in the air, telling Seonghwa to park there.
“I’m really not sure. I heard that it’s scary but I didn’t have them go into detail.” He put the car in park and turned the station that the attendant said the movie would be on.
“What took you guys so long?” Hongjoong rolled down his window and hooked his arm out of it.
“We went to grab a bite to eat.” Seonghwa had me roll down my window so he could talk with Hongjoong.
“And you didn’t invite us?” Wooyoungs voice cute through the wind and he went over to my window.
“Yeah, it was just Y/N and me.” Seonghwa smiled and then rolled down his window, Mingi knocking on it lightly. The boys were so excited, the sun had set and the screen was flickering to life. Seonghwa had us roll up our windows and turned the air conditioning on a low blast. The movie started and I immediately curled up into the seat, listening the beginnings of the movie.
I can’t remember how long it’s been but I just remember leaning into Seonghwa more and more, the events of the movie getting scarier and scarier. Baby aliens were popping out of peoples stomachs and I just couldn’t handle it. I jumped and pushed my head into Seonghwas neck, wrapping my arms around his torso. I squeezed my eyes shut and just listened to the sounds of the mans stomach popping open,
“Hey pretty girl it’s okay. It’s just a movie.” His hands came around my shoulders and ran his hand through my hair. He turned down the radio and brought his lips to my hair, running them across the smooth expanse of my head.
“I know, I know.” I pulled away from his neck looking back at the movie only to turn away again. I laughed against his chest and rolled my eyes, I was being so stupid. It was really just a movie. The sounds of the movie played quietly in the background but I decided to focus on his heartbeat which was faster than normal, probably because he was scared.
“Hey, Y/N?” Seonghwa was rubbing small circles onto my back and occasionally my arms, traveling around a bit.
“Yes?” I looked up to him and I found that he was already looking at me. His hand snaked up to my cheek and held the flesh gently in his hand. He was looking at my eyes watching as I flicked them from his eyes, to his nose, and finally to his plump lips. They turned up into a small smirk and my cheeks heated up at the fact that he caught me looking at his lips. Part of me just wanted to lunge forward and connect our lips but I didn’t want to misread the feelings in the air. Maybe he was just laughing at me because I was scared of the dumb movie, or maybe he was laughing at me cause I actually thought he maybe likes me.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he brought his lips onto mine. The soft flesh melding together as my stomach turned in circles. Butterflies had infected my belly and they had taken flight after being dormant for so long. It was nothing like I had ever felt before, his lips moving lightly against mine virtually showing me what to do and I just kind of went with it. Our mouths were moving together naturally now, messily bumping noses as we turned our heads to follow the other. He pulled away and set his forehead on mine breathing onto my face as he settled down.
“I’ve wanted to do that ever since I met you.” He chuckled and held my head in his hands.
“Seonghwa, please don’t leave me.” I let my words fly as I let my head fall to his shoulder.
“I could never.” He held me and turned up the radio, hearing the terrible screams of the people that were dying on the spaceship.
After the movie we all waved to each other through the windows and one by one we all pulled away when traffic presented the opportunity. Seonghwa could not stop smiling throughout the drive home and I couldn’t help but watch as he gently bobbed his head along the songs to the radio. The silence felt comforting like something big had happened and we both needed a moment to let it settle in.
“I wanted to thank you for tonight, Seonghwa. I don’t get to do this a lot.” We pulled into my driveway and I instantly felt all the blood drain from my face. My dad was sitting on the porch, a bottle of something hanging from his hand.
“Y/N,” Seonghwas whole mood instantly changed. His voice got quieter and darker, all while watching my dad on the porch lightly sway back and forth. “Don’t go in.” Seonghwas hands were braced on the steering wheel and he didn’t look at me. I watch the side of his face as his eyebrows scrunching in discomfort.
“Seonghwa you don’t understand.” I clicked the seat belt and grabbed the door handle to leave but he grabbed my knee.
“If I let you go in that house right now, are you going to come out?” He finally looked at me and I saw the tears that were threatening to spill from the corner of his eye.
“What are you taking about?” I played dumb. He couldn’t know about my family, nobody knew.
“Y/N, I know what your father does to you and your mother.” He took a breath and squeezed my knee lightly. “My mother told me who you were.” My dad had gotten up from the porch and was waving me inside.
“I can’t stay here. My mother.” I opened the door and let his hand slip from my knee, even if it was the last time I ever got to touch him I had to take that chance for my mother.
“Where have you been?” My dad grabbed the back of my arm and drug me inside, the flesh of my arm already beginning to sting.
“Dad you don’t understand.” I gripped his wrist and tried to alleviate the pain that was steadily getting worse.
“Do you think I’m stupid? I knew that boy dropped you off last night. You didn’t think to tell him to leave you alone? Am I not good enough?” He threw me on the ground and slammed the door. My mom was in the kitchen sobbing over the sink.
“N-No. I told him no but he came anyways.” I put my hands up as he brought his foot down against my side.
“Anything to get away from dear old dad.” He smashed the bottle on the ground and used both of his hands to land punches to my head.
“Derek stop!” My mother ran over and pushed my father onto the ground, part of his leg landing on the broken glass. My mom pulled me away and caressed my face shushing me into a calm state, the tears still running down my face. My dad got up and spit onto the floor.
“You bitch!” He went to charge at me and my mother but the door swung open causing him to stop and look.
“No!” Seonghwa threw his hands around my dads waist, tackling him to the floor. I saw the tussle of bodies and I couldn’t see what was happening beyond the flood of tears. I turned my head into my mothers neck and sobbed as I heard the sound of bones cracking and the sound of flesh against flesh.
“Derek?” My mother called for him and let go of me. I opened my eyes as Seonghwa was sitting on the ground his knuckles bloody and his nose was dripping blood down into his open mouth.
“Seonghwa!” I crawled over to him and held his face in my hands. He was still occupied with my father like he was waiting to see if he would get up and begin the fight again. He was holding his right wrist in his hand flexing it back and forth to see if any damage had been severely done.
“Are you okay?” He stopped looking at my father and turned to me, his expression solemn. It was his turn to hold me head in his hands as he looked at the damage that had been done to my face. It wasn’t much just some minor bruising here and there but it really hurt like a bitch.
“I’m fine,” I took a breath and closed my eyes trying to calm my heart down. “Why did you do that?” I sat back on my heels and let him look at me, his eyes softening and filling with tears.
“I don’t want you here anymore. The police are on their way and they’ll be taking him into custody. I want you and your mom to stay with me for a while. Just until he is put in jail for good.” The words were coming out of his mouth and zooming right over my head. He wanted me to come with with him? The police were on their way? So many things were happening at once so I just nodded.
“Mrs. Y/L/N, can you go pack your stuff please, we’ll be leaving. The police are going to talk to you at my house.” He stood up and took me hand, helping me off the ground with ease. my stomach clenched and I cradled my bruising ribs.
“Okay.” She shakily got up and slowly walked up the stairs, her hands shaking by her sides.
“Why did you do that?” I turned to him as he watched my dad. He looked back, his nose was going off to the right a little and his eyes was beginning to swell shut. The blood was running down his face and accumulating into the alcohol and glass mixture on the ground. His pant legs was torn and he had a big gash on the side of this leg, the glass sticking out in parts. he really wasn’t getting up even if he wanted to.
“Y/N, I thought he was going to kill you.” He didn’t look in my eye, a thing that he did when the situation was serious.
“Seonghwa we would have been fine.” I felt tears prick my eyes again, the trail on my cheek becoming warm again. “You don’t understand what you’ve done. My dad is very powerful and he knows people you can’t even dream of.” My voice got louder and louder the fear in it increasing every second.
“Y/N.” His voice brought a light warning .
“You don’t understand what you’ve done. He’s going to kill you!” I pushed him and beat my fist onto his chest until he caught them in his hands and pulled me close. His hand flew to my hair and gently rubbed soothing circles.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid, he’s not going to hurt you anymore.” He let me cry into his shoulder and to be honest I really didn’t want to do anything else. I was able to cry and finally be comforted in the night without being told to be quiet or my father might hear.
“He hurt you.” I looked up at his face and grabbed his cheek for comfort. His nose had stopped bleeding and the dried just stuck to his face like a tattoo.
“Listen to me, I don’t care who hurts me or beats me up. He could’ve broken my arm and I would still fight for you.” He pulled away and held my shoulders. “I will protect you.” He pulled me back in and held me once more. Sirens in the background telling everyone that something went down.
“Police!” A man in a dark uniform came in with a pistol, “Search the house!” I let Seonghwa hold me in his arms as they passed around us, going through the house, trying to find anything else to put my dad away. My mother came down the stairs with two bags on her shoulders.
“Can you all please step outside. We’re going to have to do some thorough searches in those bag in case he decided to hide anything in them.” Another police officer came through the door and held out his hand. My mother nodded and handed over the bags without a fuss. Police after police showed up at my door and began searching the house.
“You know their going to bring you to the hospital, right?” Seonghwa put his hand around my shoulder and rubbed my arms.
“We can’t pay for that.” I put my head on his shoulder and shook my head. As if on cue an ambulance pulled up into the driveway, next to all the police cars and pulled out a gurney.
“Don’t fight them please. I don’t wanna have to hold you back.” He laughed and started leading me over the ambulances. Another ambulance pulled up and one of the police officers lead my mother to it, she was limping clinging to the officer.
“You’re Y/N Y/L/N?” They pulled me away from Seonghwa and put me on the gurney, more tears rolling down my cheeks.
According to doctors I’ve made some miraculous recoveries, my body healing my fabulously. I guess this time they could help me. Seonghwas injuries weren’t as severe as mine so they just wiped off his nose and gave him some ibuprofen, telling him to use his right arm as little as possible. His mom was on his way and they were going to take me and my mother home with them. A police officer came in and told me that my father was officially behind bars. He had a broken nose, a broken arm, and a couple of bruised ribs from when Seonghwa tackled him.
“What did the officer say?” I was laying on a crisp white hospital bed, my light blue gown covering everything nicely.
“He told me that I had a nice right hook.” Seonghwa chuckled and pulled the boring brown chair over to the edge of my bed.
“You aren’t getting charged with anything?” I put my hand out and he took it gingerly.
“No. The only one getting charged is your father and I’m making sure he gets put away.” Seonghwa pulled my hand to his mouth kissing each finger before intertwining our hands together.
“And my mother?” I closed my eyes and let the tears well in my eyes. I’ve cried way too much today, over Seonghwa, over my father, and multiple things hitting me at the same time. Today was the day that I let myself feel everything, all the hurt and heartache that me and my mother had to go through.
“She’ll be okay. She still has wounds that need to heal so she’ll be here but you’re coming home with me.” I could hear the smile in his voice and I let the tears fall.
“I love you.” I squeeze his hand and hope that I didn’t scare him off. I couldn’t deal with anything if he left me here. I wasn’t scared of commitment but he may be, most boys were at this age.
“I love you too. And I’ll be here to make sure nothing ever hurts you again.” We sat in the hospital room holding each other until the sun came up and we headed home.
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Talentswap Au Pologue: Part 3
This isn’t getting much attention, but I’m still working on it! I really hope more people see this soon, I’m working hard on it and it’s a real passion of mine. Also sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes, I didn’t read this over before posting this, I wanted to get it out quickly.
Kaede looks at the list in her hands, and goes through it quickly, not dwelling too long on anyone in particular. Each person got pointed to as she went through the list, allowing Kaito a few seconds to try and memorize and match names to appearances.
Kirumi Tojo, Ultimate Martial Artist- Light green long hair tied up with a ribbon, wearing a short button up and tie with a few colored bandaids on her arms.
Himiko Yumeno, Ultimate Pop Sensation- Short bob of red hair, wearing a frilly light red and pink dress with several bracelets on her arms and pins in her hair. The one currently putting the colored band-aids on Kirumi’s arms.
Angie Yonaga, Ultimate Clairvoyant - White hair cut straight and short, wearing a purple cloak, several piercings, scattered tattoos on her exposed skin of her arms, legs, and stomach. Currently talking to Rantaro.
Rantaro Amami, Ultimate Gambler- Short green hair, wearing a vest and bowtie, sleeve of tattoos. Currently listening to Angie ramble.
Gonta Gokuhara, Ultimate Moral Compass- Long green hair in a loose ponytail, very muscular, wearing a school uniform. Trying to get Ryoma to stop smoking
Ryoma Hoshi, Ultimate Biker Gang Leader- Very short, wearing a beanie and leather jacket, carries a pack of cigarettes. Currently smoking and being worried over by Gonta.
Tsumugi Shirogane, Ultimate Swimming Pro- Long blue hair in a high ponytail, wearing a baggy jacket and athletic shorts. Currently talking to Tenko.
Tenko Chabashira, Ultimate Softball Player- Dark green hair in a braid, wearing a star covered ballcap and a jean jacket with pins on it over a t-shirt and pants with holes in them. Currently talking to Tsumugi.
Kiibo Iidabashi, Ultimate Programmer- White hair, wearing a green and grey hoodie and headphones. Currently standing away from the others with his headphones on.
Korekiyo Shinguji, Ultimate Writing Prodigy- Long straight blue hair, round glasses, a small black mask over his mouth, wearing a sweater and jeans. Currently standing next to Kiibo, also away from the main group.
After going through the names, Kaede looks at him with a small smile.
“Got it alright?” She asks, still holding the list. Despite not fully memorizing the people, names, and talents in such a small window of time, he nods.
“Yup.” He’s lying, but she doesn’t seem to catch on, simply folding the paper and putting it back into her pocket.
Kaito lets his eyes wander, gazing over the grouped up people. For the situation they were all in, they seemed surprisingly put together. At least no one was freaking out, so that’s a good sign. They were all ultimates though, so that is to be expected.
He cleared his throat, turning to Kaede.
“So, what now? None of us know how we got here, the windows are closed off, I’m assuming there’s no exit. And there’s no teachers, from what I’ve seen.” He questioned, almost into thin air as Kaede had no answers for him.
Thankfully, there was someone who could answer his question for him. As soon as he asked the question, an annoyingly high pitched voice called out.
“Ahem! Ahem! Mic check, one two! This is a test of the school broadcast system!
It rang out throughout the room, followed by a loud chime.
Ding dong, bing bong
Everyone turned their heads to the noise, and saw a monitor at the front of the room spark to life. Through static, a small, bear shaped silhouette could be seen.
“Am I on? Can everyone hear me? Okay, well then, to all incoming students, I would like to begin the entrance ceremony! We’ll be starting at about… right now! Please make your way to the gym at your earliest convenience. That’s all! I’ll be waiting~”
After the sing-songy voice cut off, everyone stood silent for a few moments.
What the hell?
“What the hell?!” Someone shouted out, speaking what everyone was thinking. Kaito turned to the voice, seeing Miu still staring at the monitor, her face one of confused shock. At her comment, everyone else looked around nervously, unsure what to do,
“Hey now, let’s just stay calm. This is probably just to get us excited for the entrance ceremony, that’s all.” The green haired guy in the vest and bowtie stepped forward, a calm smile on his face. Rantaro, Kaito reminded himself.
“A-Are you sure? This all seems too strange to be normal for a school, but I don’t know.” The kid with the headphones replied nervously, his headphones now dangling at the sides of his neck.
“I’m sure we’ll be okay Kiibo, I mean, we’re all okay now, right?” Himiko smiles at the taller student, who looked away, avoiding eye contact, and instead stared at the ground.
“Yeah, alright.” Kiibo nods, and Himiko grabs his hand in a comforting gesture.
As soon as she does that, there’s a scoff from the front of the entrance hall. Facing the noise, Kaito notices it’s the purple haired kid from earlier, looking at the scene with a small sneer.
Without saying a word, he turns around and walks out of the room, heading down the hall and towards the gymnasium, leaving everyone else behind.
Tenko and Tsumugi exchanged looks.
“What’s his deal?” The girl haired girl commented, snarky and obviously not a fan of his attitude.
“I’m not sure, but he does seem to have the right idea. If the entrance ceremony is starting, wouldn’t it be a good idea to head to the gym?” Tsumugi adds, talking to no one in particular. The others look around, before unanimously deciding that heading to the gym would be the best idea at the moment.
The group of 15 split into smaller groups as they walked down the halls, similar to the groups in the entrance hall. Maki and Shuichi, Tsumugi and Korekiyo, Gonta and Kirumi, Angie, Ryoma, and Rantaro, Tenko, Himiko, and Kiibo, and Kaito, Miu, and Kaede. Together they headed to the gym, the purple haired kid already there waiting for them.
Next to Kaito, he heard Kaede speak up to both him and Miu.
“Don’t you think it’s odd we didn’t see any other students on our way here?”
Now that he thought about it, yeah that did seem pretty weird. Judging by the look on Miu’s face, she thought so too.
“Hey, you’re right. Where the hell is everyone?” Miu shouts out, a little louder than necessary.
The response she got was similar to Kaito’s in the Entrance Hall, replied to by the same high pitched voice.
“Hey there, howdy, hello! Is everyone here?”
Without waiting for anyone to answer, they continued.
“Good! Then, let’s get things rolling!”
As soon as those words were spoken, a small, animatronic teddy bear popped out from behind the podium on the stage, its body split into a half of black and a half of white. No one dared to move or speak for a few seconds, trying to take it in.
“Is that… a stuffed bear?” Korekiyo asked out loud, voice quiet and full of disbelief.
“I am not a stuffed bear!” The bear cried out, angry at that notion.
“I am Monokuma! This school’s headmaster.”
Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any weirder.
The bear stepped down from the podium and walked closer to the students, and the knot of anxiety that’d slowly been accumulating in Kaito’s stomach turned to outright dread as he realized how absolutely screwed they were. This was definitely not a normal school, much too weird for Hope’s Peak, and certainly not a school that made the tiniest bit of sense.
“Nice to meet you all!”
After Monokuma finished his introduction, everyone stood still and quiet, just staring at the bear.
“Um, is anyone else seeing and hearing the same thing? I’m not hallucinating this?” Tsumugi asked, looking at the other for confirmation.
“I am not a stuffed bear!! How many times do I have to tell you!” He yelled out angrily, jumping out at her and causing her to flinch back.
“Eeeeek! Get away from me!!” She yelled, putting her hands in front of her face. Quickly, Tenko, who’d been standing next to Tsumugi, jumped in front of her, hands out wide.
“Back up little dude.” The green-haired girl hissed out, glaring at the bear.
“Stop it, both of you!! It’s not like it can do anything to you, even if it can… walk and talk, for some reason.” Kaede tried to reason, not wanting people to get worked up for no reason.
“No no, little miss jumpy over here has the right idea. I could kill you if I wanted!” The bear chuckled, causing a few people to exchange looks.
“Well, anyway, do you happen to know why we’re here, mister...Monokuma?” Gonta speaks up, ignoring the potential death threat in favor of getting some answers.
“Ah, yes! Of course, that is why I brought you all here!” Monokuma exclaims, and a few students relaxed a bit at the notion that their questions would soon be addressed.
Kaito wasn’t one of those. He wasn’t sure why, but he just felt…off. Something wasn't right here, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Monokuma cleared his throat(?).
“Now, continuing with the entrance ceremony! First, we should address what your school life will be like here! Yes, this should be the first thing to talk about since you’ll be living the rest of your lives out here.”
He said it so calmly, yet Kaito felt his heart stop. Looking around at everyone else, they seem to have heard it too, all wearing similar expressions
“Yes yes, you students are the hope of this world! You will all spend the rest of your life designated only to the grounds of this school, protected from the outside world!”
“H-Huh? That’s not… you’re not serious are you?” Kaito spoke, now hoping that this was all an extremely elaborate prank like he’d thought in the beginning.
“I am one hundred percent serious, my little luckster! But do not worry, we have quite the budget, so your life here will be quite comfortable! You will be more than accommodated for here at the academy.”
“Wait, so we’re stuck here? With no way out?!” Tenko shouts, her eyes wide with fear.
“Yup! You’re all completely cut off from the outside world! You can call for help all you want, but you’re stuck within these walls for the rest of your life!”
The room was silent, everyone quietly panicking at the news that they’re stuck in here forever. What about their f”milies? Their friends on the outside? Their lives on the outside?
“Aww, why do you all look so glum! You all came here of your own free will, didn’t you?”
Well, he isn’t entirely wrong.
“I guess you’ll all be happy to hear, there is something I forgot to mention. There is one way out, and only one.”
Everyone perked their heads up at that, some skeptic, others willing to listen.
“I’ve created a special rule, allowing those who wish to leave the ability to do so! With some conditions of course.”
“Spit it out already, we’re tired of waiting.” Ryoma grumbled, looking heavily annoyed at all this stalling and back and forths.
“Hold your horses, I’m getting to that!” The bear shouted, angry.
“Now then, what I was trying to say is that this school has what is called a Graduation Clause. The lifestyle you all will have here is one of order, but should someone interrupt said order, they and they alone would be allowed to leave.”
Kaito quirked an eyebrow.
“Interrupt the order? What does that mean?”
“Ah, curious one, aren’t you. What I mean by that is, in order to leave, someone needs to commit a crime most unspeakable, one that would truly disrupt the natural order. Murder, to be more specific.”
At that, everyone’s face paled a good few shades.
“Asphyxiation, blood loss, snapping of the neck, cutting off all blood flow to the brain, get creative! It doesn’t matter the process, all that matters is someone’s heart stops beating! That is the only way to escape this school.”
Katio could feel his breath picking up, panic becoming the leading emotion in his head. Kill someone to leave? That’s insane!! He was losing his grip, heart beating out of his chest and his hands gripping the sleeves of the others absurdly tight. A hand dropped to his soldier, surprisingly calm. He looked up and saw the Ultimate Affluent Progeny, lips in a taut line as she stared at the black and white bear.
“What makes you think we’ll just go along with this? Do you forget we’re children? The chances of us getting the nerve to kill someone is absolutely absurd, and this is considering you’re telling the truth. Chances are, this is some trick, a prank of some sort. Why someone would go through this much trouble to prank us, I don’t know, but there is no way you would be allowed to do this, considering some of our home lives.” Kaede spoke with such confidence and authority, the kind Kaito likes to pretend to have but could never amount to. A kind of confidence bread by experience, one she could only get in the kind of life she lives.
The bear quirked his little head.
“You all keep acting like this isn’t real. What is it gonna take to convince you that you’re stuck here forever? Because this isn’t a joke you know.”
As soon as Monokuma finished his sentence, there was a short rustling sound, a blur of motion, and suddenly, Monokuma was being held in the air. Holding him up in a death grip was the short purple haired kid, an ice glare on his face.
“I don’t know what your game is, or what psycho decided it would be a fun idea to mess with us. Whatever your reason, I’m not a fan, so I’m giving you about ten seconds to cut this shit out before I destroy your little toy.”
“A-Ah! This is certainly unexpected!”
“10.”
“Hold on now! You have no idea what I’m capable of little boy-” The grip on the bear’s face tightened.
“9.”
“You don’t want to do this, trust me.”
“8.”
“Alright, if this is what you want!”
“8.” An autonomous voice joined in with the smaller boy’s counting.
“7.”
“7.”
“Hey, m-maybe you should put it down.” Himiko stepped forward towards the boy and the robot.
“Stay out of this!” The boy snapped, causing Himiko to yank her hand back.
“6.”
“6.”
“She has a point, I feel like you should let go of the-” Kirumi tried to reason, but was interrupted.
“5.”
“5.”
There were some metal clanging noises.
“What the hell is that?” Kaito shouted out.
“4.”
“4.”
“Seriously man, put the damn thing down!” Ryoma shouted, but he was ignored as well.”
“3.”
“3.”
“2.”
“2.”
The metal clanging got louder, and Kaito moved before he could think, his panic fueled adrenaline making him do something he normally wouldn’t.
“1.”
As soon as he spoke the last number, Kaito pushed the bear out of his hands, stopping him from destroying it. The boy turned to the much taller one, the icy glare now directed to him.
“What the he-!” He was cut off as metal spikes sprung out of the belly of Monokuma, shooting straight up and out to the spot the kid previously stood, and still would have if he had still been holding the bear. The spikes pierced through the air, ripping through the fabric on the short kid’s shirt sleeve and the side of Kaito’s sweater, cutting through the skin with the tips of the metal. Both let out a surprised cry of pain, and Monokuma dropped on the floor with a small CLANG.
Kaito gripped his side with his opposite hand, a pained grimace on his face as he stared at the bear. He heard a few startled cries from behind him, and soon felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. Turning around, his face met a worried Miu’s, with Kaede soon behind him.
“Holy shit, you alright dude?”
Breathing heavily, Kaito nodded.
“Yeah...yeah I’m okay.”
No one had time to move much before the metal spikes returned to the belly of the robot, sinking back in and being covered up as though they weren’t even there in the first place. Monokuma sprung up with a hearty chuckle.
“Looks like you got saved before I could skewer you! Well, at least now you know that I am serious about this! If that nosy kid hadn’t saved your ass, you’d be good as a shish-kebab!”
He laughed again.
“Now, it’s important to know that violence against the headmaster is strictly against the rules! I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but anyone else who disobeys the rules won’t be let off that easily.”
Everyone was silent, the gravity of the situation finally dawning on those who’d been skeptical before.
“I’m not unfair though! I’ll be giving you all fully digital e-Handbooks so that you know the rules of the school and what not to do! Remember, there are surveillance cameras all over the school, so don’t even think about getting away with anything naughty.”
Dread settled over the entire gym, everyone staring down at the handbooks being held to them as Monokuma went down the line. Once all were handed out, Monokuma straightened out.
“Well then, that’s the end of the entrance ceremony! I hope you all have a wonderfully depressing school life here at the school, and I look forward to what kind of murders you decide to come up with!”
He gave us a small wave, his unnerving half-smile still plastering on his face.
“See ya!”
And like that, he was gone, leaving us all to our own devices.
“Well, shit.”
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Chapter 26 - SBT
Here it is!
"And there we go. Darts are back to full."
Mundy put them aside. He had worked all morning in the back of his campervan on making more ammunition for when he would go to the old sugar factory up North. He wasn't sure when was the best time to go or what he should expect.
"Guess there's one way to find out."
He exited the back of his van and jumped at the front.
"Right, let's go."
The hunter started the engine and drove away from the lake. A bit under an hour later, he found himself in the dirtiest neighbourhood of town. The sound of his heeled boots resonated on the pavement. Kids ran past him and Mundy watched as people were coming and going. He passed the alley that Maurice had taken him through a few weeks ago, and as it was lunchtime, he saw the poorest souls of the city lining up for some warm soup.
"Speaking of the devil..."
He stopped and turned at the familiar voice.
"Ah, Maurice. I was lookin' for you."
The beggar was exiting a house on the side.
"Just in time." Maurice said.
"Oh, you were lookin' for me too?"
"Not exactly, but how can I help?"
"I got a few things to ask you." Mundy answered.
"Then let us go in." Maurice opened the door to that same house again. "After you."
A few minutes later, the hunter and the beggar were sitting underground.
"Go ahead." Maurice said as both took a seat.
"First things first, how's Eric?" Mundy asked. As he recalled the events, he had brought the poor man to Maurice in the early hours of the morning that day.
"Him and his family are safe, he is out of Duchemin's sight too, don't worry."
"Ah, that's good to know, thanks mate."
"His thigh is much better too. The doctor said that it would be a matter of days and he might even not have a scar after a few months."
"Perfect."
"But tell me, Mundy, did you manage to get the animals you were after?"
"Well, I went to get the 'gators."
"Did you find them?"
"I did, yeah. I found them and a few extra corcs that belong to the West reserve."
"Ah, congratulations then. You must feel proud."
"Yeah, well…" Mundy seemed hesitant.
"Ah, I see. You will be truly satisfied when you retrieve all of the animals, hm?"
Mundy bobbed his head left and right.
"Yes and no. When I went to get the alligators there was a bloke there. He wasn't Duchemin's."
"Ah." Maurice faked his surprise.
"Turns out he wasn't in for the alligators, but for Duchemin himself."
"Hm-mh." Maurice nodded.
"You know the bloke?"
"I might. Was he very well dressed, suit and tie? Expensive Italian shoes?"
"I didn't pay attention to his shoes, but yeah he was wearing a suit and tie, and a weird ski mask."
Maurice's bushy eyebrows jumped.
"A man of tradition he is…" He mumbled to himself.
"So you do know him?"
"I used to, yes. Now, I am not so sure. More than a decade flashed between then and now..." Maurice raised his eyes to Mundy. He wanted that sentence to echo in him. The hunter looked away for a second. Without saying it, Maurice was really saying that it was the same for Mundy. More than a decade flashed between then and now...
"Who is he? What is he?" The Aussie finally broke the short silence that weighed a lot, strangely enough.
"Ah, well, those questions both require long answers. What did he tell you about himself?" Maurice couldn't hold back a smile. He was literally quoting himself from his conversation with Lucien.
"Well, I don't know. But the bloke sure knows how to fight. I saw him bounce off a wall and practically unscrew one of Duchemin's men's jaw with his foot while having his hands cuffed! Complete madness! And then he tortured Eric…! Put his tiny butter knife in his thigh and didn't think twice about it!"
Mundy paused to catch his breath. He removed his hat off his head and put it on the large oval table.
"And that's just what he does. When he speaks, he's colder than a snake, brrr!" Mundy shook his shoulders as shivers shot through his spine.
"What is your point?" Maurice asked.
"He wants Duchemin too." Mundy answered. "Does that make him an ally?"
"I don't know." Maurice answered. "Did he seem like one?"
"He helped. Well, he did save me from being shot behind that pillar…"
Maurice's lips pursed up in a smile.
"Why are you not telling me more about him?"
"Because that is none of my concern. I am merely here to provide the information I can to you."
"And to him, it seems, eh?"
"It does seem so."
"Why does he want Duchemin?" Mundy asked. "When he tortured that poor bloke to know where Duchemin was, he… He looked horribly insensitive. It's like he wasn't feeling an ounce of the pain that he was causing."
"He is very cold-blooded, indeed. That makes him extremely efficient."
Mundy frowned and nodded.
"Doesn't tell me why he wants Duchemin."
"For very different yet very similar reasons to you." Maurice answered.
"Pff…" Mundy smiled and rolled up his eyes. "You couldn't make less sense if you wanted."
"Is there something I can help you with?" Maurice asked to change the subject. Mundy raised his eyes to him and left them hanging there, from over his yellow sunglasses, before nodding.
"Yeah, the old sugar factory." Mundy started. "Apparently that's where Duchemin has the rest of the stolen beasts. I'd like to know how many and what sizes."
Maurice's eyebrows jumped.
"I see. Give me a few days and I will see what I can learn from there."
"Right. Anything I can do to repay the favour?" Mundy asked.
"Favour?" Maurice repeated. "What favour?"
"Your help. I'm not paying you, nor am I helping you out in any way. Maybe I can do something for you?"
Maurice chuckled gently.
"No, Mundy, nothing you can do."
"Well, let me know if there's anything I can do, eh?"
The Aussie grabbed his hat off the table and put it on his head as he stood up and headed for the door to leave.
"Actually, one thing, Mundy."
"Yeah?" He stopped sharp and turned.
"Take a break while I work on getting you some intelligence. You look like you could do with a quiet day, maybe two."
"Well, I… Thanks."
Both men nodded at each other and Mundy left.
-- Later that day --
Mundy was laying on top of his campervan, on the roof. His hat was covering his head as he napped there. The sandwich he got for lunch had put him to sleep very easily and all he had needed after that was a good nap next to the lake. The shy waves softly rolled to the shore and they repeated their languid motion until the hunter had fallen asleep.
He slowly opened his eyes and felt the sun cook him gently. He loved that feeling. All the warmth he wasn't getting from fellow humans, he got from the big day star that is the sun. Mundy pushed his hat away from his face and took a deep breath.
"Gosh…"
Maurice's words came back to him.
"You look like you could do with a quiet day, maybe two."
Mundy had been about to explain why he had big bags under his eyes. But decided against it.
It was the nightmares. They were unbearable as of late. He had wild visions. His parents, the farm, fire. Flames that devoured, consumed. His father with a rifle. His mother screaming. The pan of mac'n'cheese overflowing. Black. Red. Orange. Yellow.
Black again, silence, darkness. And his father's voice.
Crazed gunman.
No. He wasn't a crazed gunman. No, no! He treated nature with utmost respect, he… He did his best! He never killed for fun and he never accepted killing contracts! It was only scaring poachers away!
You should have stuck to playin' the saxophone, son. Honest job, honest pay.
But there was nothing dishonest about trying to save the wildlife! And if he didn't do it, who would? No one! Everyone cared about animals but never enough to actually get out there and save them! And Goddamn it! If only animals could speak, then we would hear their pain and anxiety as we burn and destroy their lands, as we hunt them for their very skins or their bones! Imagine! Being hunted for your skin!
Why don't you care about people? You could help the community out.
By doing what? I'm shit with people.
That's because you never really tried.
Yeah, I did, countless times. Dad, I… People are complicated. They lie, they're never straight and I never understand what they want with me…
The disappointment in his father's eyes screamed in his head louder than church bells. It was deafening and burning his eyes. Mundy looked the other way, his cheeks crimson. His father and him never understood each other. Never. And his mother? She tried, she was always particularly sensitive when it came to her son. But his father would always dismiss it, take it for a woman's weakness.
"Stop!"
Mundy roared as he put his hands on his ears and sat up in a flash. He breathed heavily and grasped his hair left and right.
"Nnh!"
He hated to hear it again, his father's disappointment. It ripped his heart apart. He wished he could explain himself to him more, maybe this time he would understand…? But no, there was no way. Apart from going to the cemetery and talking to a bit of stone, there was no way. And then Mundy thought about all the conversations he wouldn't have with his parents, the meals he didn't and wouldn't share, the chicken and geese of the farm that he dearly missed. But what pained him the most was of course, the words he would never hear his father and mother say…
Mundy got off his van's rooftop and slipped in his campervan. He put his hands in his pockets and saw the black suit that was hanging from the bed rails. It had been a bit more than a week now and he hadn't found it in himself to hang it back in his cupboard. Mundy stared at it silently for a moment. He sighed and felt something in his pocket again.
"What…? Ah."
First the suit. Now the leaflet. Stars were aligning.
-- Evening --
"Have you made your choice, Sir?"
"Ah, yeah, I'll take this chocolate dessert of yours."
"Anything else with that, Sir?"
"Uh, no, thanks."
The blue leathered menu went from naked hands that showed decades under the sun to white gloved ones, and the waiter disappeared, leaving the man with the ponytail in peace at his table.
Mundy quickly did the ribbon to tie his hair again before leaning back on his chair. He looked up and his eyes rolled up to the ceiling. Through the impressive chandeliers, he could see the paintings. Little plump angels playing some kind of ancien trumpets, clouds, golden streaks of paints that shone beautifully despite the age of the establishment; all that in a very light pink background that must have been much brighter a long, long time before.
Take a break, Maurice had said. Well, the van had decided that the best thing for Mundy was to come back to that filthy posh place that is the Queen Victoria. Mundy himself wasn't particularly up for it, neither was he strongly against it. He just didn't like that he had to wear a suit for it. Although, now that he thought about it, it wasn't as narrow as the last time he had put it on.
"Does this table suit you?"
"Oh, yeah, sure, thanks."
Mundy's daydream was broken by the voices of the people at the table in front of him, a young couple. The waiter pulled the chair for the girl to sit and gave them both menus before leaving.
"How did you manage to get us a table here?" The young man asked his girlfriend when the waiter was out of earshot.
"Oh, I have my ways…" She smirked.
"Do you?" He played along and she nodded, chuckling. "Nah, seriously tell me." He insisted.
"The bloke who sings." She said and Mundy's ears pricked up. "He's a client at work, and a friend. I made a bet with him and he owed me a table here."
"Woah… What was the bet?" The young man asked.
"He said he could be hired here and I didn't believe him. So I said to him that if he did get hired, then he'd owe me one dinner here."
"I see. Well, please do make more bets like these, eh. But uh, was the bet not to have dinner with him?"
Mundy half smiled. He could hear the young man's worries in the tone of his voice. He knew that the poor bloke feared that his sheila would have preferred to have dinner with that fancy singer.
"No, yes, I mean. Charlie, it's not what you think…" She said and put her hand on his. "You'll see him when he starts singing. He's old enough to be my dad…! No, he is just a friend, don't worry."
"Right… Otherwise I guess all I have left is to try and sing better than him, eh?"
Mundy smiled. He was happy for both of them but he wished that they really knew the amount of luck God had blessed them both with. Maybe they knew, surely they didn't, or at least they were too busy staring in each other's eyes to dwell on that thought too much. No, that could wait. Now was their time, the time of him and her.
"Your dessert, Sir."
The waiter's voice pulled Mundy's eyes from the couple in front to him to his own plate.
"Ah, thanks."
His eyes went one last time to the lovebirds table as he started eating the dessert. They were sitting left and right from the candle. The flame was dancing in balance at the equilibrium point in the middle of the invisible thread that held their gaze into one another. Mundy looked at the candle on his own table and raised his eyes. There was no one in the empty chair in front of him, he sighed.
"Ladies and gentlemen…!"
Mundy raised his head to the stage as the lights went down low. He put his spoon on his empty plate and listened carefully.
"Tonight, our dear Lulu and his orchestra have prepared something in his native tongue! Lulu? The floor is yours…!"
The thick red curtains slowly rolled left and right and there he was. Under a bright spotlight, wearing a dark blue suit this time. The light only showed him on a piano. He looked at the microphone and took a deep breath before starting. But he didn't sing, no, he spoke.
"I would like to dedicate this song to the half that I lost ten years ago now. She was… the light of my life, the one who brought peace to me, who made a man of me. I…" He raised his eyes. "C'est pour toi, mon amour."
[This one is for you, my love.]
Mundy couldn't even gulp down. The intensity, the force with which that man spoke…! The Aussie felt himself sink deeper in his chair. But what caught his ear was the accent. Now that he thought about it, it was very similar to that other French bloke.
The singer lowered his eyes to his fingers. He let them slowly sink on the keys in slow, mellow arpeggios. A sad song was coming, that was sure.
Hmm… Mundy liked it already.
{To the reader: this song is called "La Solitude" by Barbara}
"Je l'ai trouvée devant ma porte
[I found her at my doorstep]
Un soir, que je rentrais chez moi
[One evening, as I was coming back home]
Partout, elle me fait escorte
[Everywhere, she accompanies me]
Elle est revenue, elle est là
[She has come back, here she is]
La renifleuse des amours mortes
[She can smell dead loves]
Elle m'a suivie, pas à pas"
[She followed me, step after step]
Mundy wasn't understanding the lyrics but he could feel them because Music doesn't need to speak to be understood. No, she went beyond words and plucked on the Aussie's heartstrings directly.
"Elle nous fait le coeur à pleurer
[She makes us such that our hearts will cry]
Elle nous fait des matins blêmes
[She gives us pale mornings]
Et de longues nuits désolées
[And long, sad nights]
La garce ! Elle nous ferait même
[The bitch! She even makes]
L'hiver au plein coeur de l'été
[Winter come in the middle of summer]
The singer was handsome, sublime. He had that elegance, that charm that made everyone just hang on to his very lips, breathe when he did, hold their breath when he spoke, just to be sure to catch all of his music, his poetry, his heartbreak.
"Dans ta triste robe de moire
[In your sad, iridescent dress]
Avec tes cheveux mal peignés
[With your dishevelled hair]
T'as la mine du désespoir
[Your ugly mug that shows despair]
Tu n'es pas belle à regarder
[You are ugly to look at]
Allez, va t-en porter ailleurs
[Come on, go take away]
Ta triste gueule de l'ennui
[Your ugly mug that shows boredom]
Je n'ai pas le goût du malheur
[I don't want to taste your misfortune]
Va-t-en voir ailleurs si j'y suis."
[Go away and see if I'm somewhere else.]
His fingers were more confident and the singer looked away to catch his breath for an instant. Mundy didn't even realise but he himself was leaning back on his chair, his long legs were flowing in front of him and he had put one foot on the other. He was… relaxed. The music had soothed him, yeah, it had brought him some peace. But oh, what was that? The singer was now facing the microphone again, his brow was furrowed, his eyes screwed shut. It was hard to sing those words out of him.
"Je veux encore rouler des hanches
[I still want to roll my hips]
Je veux me saouler de printemps
[I want to get drunk on spring]
Je veux m'en payer, des nuits blanches
[I want to spend more sleepless nights]
A coeur qui bat, à coeur battant
[With my heart beating, my heart racing]
Avant que sonne l'heure blême
[Before the pale hour rings]
Et jusqu'à mon souffle dernier
[And until my last breath]
Je veux encore dire je t'aime
[I want to say I love you again]
Et vouloir mourir d'aimer"
[And want to die of love.]
Oh… Mundy thought he might actually have understood that. He couldn't really say but it was something in the way that the man in the impeccable suit and poetic hair was singing. There was the despair and frustration, the pain of the loss of a loved one that he wouldn't find ever again. The contradiction of knowing that this was certain, definitive, but still craving to wake up the next day and find that special person/people there.
"Depuis, elle me fait des nuits blanches
[Since then, she makes me spend sleepless nights]
Elle s'est pendue à mon cou
[She hangs herself around my neck]
Elle s'est enroulée à mes hanches
[She laced herself around my hips]
Elle se couche à mes genoux
[She sleeps on my lap]
Partout, elle me fait escorte
[Everywhere, she accompanies me]
Et elle me suit, pas à pas
[And she follows me, step after step]
Elle m'attend devant ma porte
[She waits for me at my own doorstep]
Elle est revenue, elle est là
[She has come back, she is here]
La Solitude, la Solitude"
[The Solitude, the Solitude]
Mundy's eyes snapped wide. The singer opened his eyes. Tears were running down his cheeks. He bit his lip and sniffed away from the microphone but Mundy saw it all and more importantly, the last words resonated in his head.
"The Solitude."
That same ungrateful mistress that had the Aussie chained to his van, the same that had him wander hopelessly in the desert for years, the same that had him surviving but not living; because she had starved him of his senses. She had stolen his nose and mouth to prevent him from tasting anything but the bitterness of the misery she put him through, she had stolen his eyes to make sure he would see no one else but her, like a jealous, overly possessive wife that nonetheless gladly cheats with the first man to come…
That singer, he had put words, sounds, music, on what Mundy's despair had been for the entire past decade. How…? Each sound he uttered broke both of them. The singer, and the spectator, the Frenchman and the Aussie, two worlds from continents that should never have met and yet, they did.
And who was to blame? That same insolent and perverse mistress. Solitude.
The singer finished the song with a solo on the piano. He spoke to the microphone all along.
"J'aimerais te revoir, un jour,
[I would like to see you again, one day]
Juste une fois,
[Just one more time,]
Un soir
[One night]
T'enlacer,
[To hold you in my arms,]
Fondre sous la chaleur de ton corps."
[Melt under the heat of your body.]
Mundy felt his throat shrink around a hot, unpleasant ball growing bigger and bigger, constricting his airway. He had been holding his breath, his fists were clenched like steel on his lap.
That man who was murmuring to the microphone had no idea what he was doing. He had no clue that there, in the crowd, there was a man in a black suit, and yellow tinted glasses; a fully grown man who had killed, gutted and eviscerated more creatures than all of the people around them. And yet, that man in the ponytail was clenching his jaw, gritting his teeth and contracting his core.
His eyes glistened under the candle.
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A Dangerous Game. [Leone Abbacchio]
with fluff, comes filth.
here’s some self indulgent abbacchio TRASH i wrote for y’all. enjoy
cw: rough & angry sex, dirty talk, bondage, squirting, creampie (lol i know trash)
18+ content under the cut!
“I’m gonna go outside for a bit.”
You turned to look at your boyfriend beginning to stand up with a bottle of liquor and a cup. His hair was already pulled back into a loose ponytail, a few stray strands here and there, his signature purple lipstick long ago removed from his pale pink lips. His work uniform was shed and exchanged for a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt, and his shoes switched out for a pair of black socks.
His tall figure walked towards the glass sliding door, opening it and taking a step onto the balcony before closing it behind him.
You groaned aloud at the thought of him drinking again. It had grown to be a normal thing, him at least drinking three times a week. Not out of necessity, but out of want. You hoped to get him to channel his frustrations in a different way that didn’t involve him pouring his heart out in the means of vomit and alcohol.
You got up and knocked on the balcony door, causing Abbacchio to turn around to face you. With as innocent of a look you could muster, you locked the door right in front of his face.
He rolled his eyes and set down his glass of whiskey on the table outside, stepping up to the door and glaring down at you.
“Open the door.”
“No,” you replied simply. You placed your hands on your hips and raised a brow smugly.
His face remained blank, more like unreadable, as he stared down at you. He placed his now-empty hands in his pockets. “Quit playing with me and open the damn door, please.”
You looked him up and down, a glint of mischief most definitely present in your eyes. Your hands maneuvered themselves from the sides of your hips up your shirt. Your bra dropped to the floor and Leone’s eyes did not fail to follow it on the way down.
“Make me.”
His eyes came back up to meet yours. Although his face remained unchanged, the sparkle his eyes gave off told you all you needed to know. He was intrigued.
“What did you just say?”
“I said, make me.”
You moved to pull down your shorts, throwing them to a forgotten corner of your bedroom before turning around and bending over in front of the ex-cop. His eyes drank in the sight of your panty clad pussy, though his hands never left his pockets. He bit his lip as he felt himself hardening in his pants, his dick most definitely visible through the fabric.
You spun back around, lifting your shirt up and pressing your bare breasts against the door. Your eyelashes fluttered and a smile dawned your features.
That was the final straw. He almost growled at your newly found boldness. “You’re in trouble now.”
With that, he leaped over the guardrail of the balcony down underneath. You immediately knew what he was doing. Your apartment was super close to the many lobby since you weren’t high up, and due to his incredible stamina, he’d be fine leaping from it as he did. By the time you made it to the door to lock him out that way too, he already put in the pin and swung open the door, knocking you on your ass.
He slammed the door behind him before walking towards you, pulling you up by the arm and throwing you into the bed. You landed on your stomach and quickly straddled you, pulling the ribbon that kept his hair up out and tying your hands behind your back.
“I’m gonna strangle you.”
He chuckled darkly, and leaned down to your ear, the smell of alcohol present on his breath.
“Is that a promise?”
You turned your head back to glare at him. His hair was down and disheveled, and his dick was terribly visible against his sweats. He met your eyes and smirked.
“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt you pulled. You can’t tease me and expect not to be punished.”
You whimpered quietly at his dominant demeanor. Another chuckle sounded from his throat. He moved you so your ass was up for display and you could almost hear his grin.
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”
You turned your face to press it into the pillow in front of you, the cool contrast against your hot face feeling heavenly. He whistled lowly as he dragged two of his fingers up your slit through your ruined panties.
He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Try to stay quiet. Understand?”
You nodded best you could while processing the feeling of him tearing a hole in your soiled underwear and thrusting his fingers in quickly at a brutal pace. His chest was pressed up against your back as he moved his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt; the wet sounds filling the room making you feel more dirty and violated than you already did.
Your moans that would have been screams of pleasure if not muffled by the pillow you were biting down on filled the room. You body shook, begging for release as it instinctively thrust back onto Leone’s fingers. He pulled away completely.
You turn back to look at him, that smug expression he’s had since the beginning still on his face. “Why’d you stop?”
“I’m not going to let you finish until you beg.”
“No way in hell am I begging.”
He acted as though he was going to get up. “Guess you’re not coming tonight or for the next—“
“No, please— ah!”
A firm hand came down on your ass.
“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.” He got off the bed and bent down to your eye level, his fingers still lingering around your thighs. “Tell me what you want.”
You spit at him. “Stop teasing me so much, shit!”
Another slap to your ass.
“If you don’t like my teasing, then why were you moaning?”
You avert your eyes from his, the heat of your face becoming more apparent and more unbearable as time went on. He spoke again.
“Tell me what you want, _____.”
You bit your lip, scraping it between your teeth before answering. “I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.”
He practically snickered at your tough act and how determined you were to see through with it although though it was crumbling right where you lay. He stood in front of you and shed his shirt, as well and pulled his pants and underwear down just enough where his cock was able to spring out just mere inches from your face.
He managed to make his way behind you, adjusting you slightly so your chest was pressed flush against the bed sheets and your ass was in the air. He roughly grabbed your jaw and turned you towards him. “Make a sound and it’s game over.”
He thrusted himself inside you with no warning, not stopping or letting up from the brutally fast pace he set.
You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, all in an effort to stifle and hold back all the moans that threatened to come up and out of your throat.
He looked up at your face buried in your pillows and tightened his grip on your hips tenfold.
“What? Does that feel good?” He mocked. “You don’t have anything smart to say now that my dick is inside you, huh?”
He punctuated himself with a very sharp snap of his hips, making you both emit tears and cry out.
Shit.
He stopped in his tracks for a moment before pulling out, untying your hands and flipping you over on your back.
He roughly grabbed your hands and tied them above your head, pressing your legs against your torso and sliding in without stopping. “Since you can’t follow orders and want to make all that noise, I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”
He changed the angle of his hips, thrusting up instead of straight into you, eliciting a scream you were sure your entire apartment complex heard. He let out a cackle. “Much better.”
His thrusts only got quicker from there. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you were sure you came with a shaking orgasm at least twice around his cock and around your third was when his rhythm began to falter and get sloppy.
He looks down at you with a look of pride in his eyes— his face beaded with sweat and his lower half covered in your juices and his own precum. The cocktail that you both made filled the room with disgustingly erotic slushing noises, garnished with your moans and the occasionally grunt from Abbacchio. Itching to tear his pride away from him, you opening your mouth to speak shakily.
“Don’t ruin the sheets.”
He didn’t even look up at you, instead moving faster inside of you; your walls pulsating around him. “I’ll just have to cum inside then. You know, to avoid... mess!”
The last word was emphasized with a snap of his hips that drove you over the edge. You didn’t even notice, but a spray of your juices coated his entire lower body.
He looked down at your flushed and panting figure. “So much for not ruining the sheets.”
The view of your intense, squirting finish made him cum with strangled groan; his orgasm hitting him like never before. He bit down harshly on your shoulder as his member throbbed and pulsed inside of you, shooting 6 ropes of his thick semen into you before pulling out, completely spent.
“I didn’t know you were so fucking hot when you were mad,” you breathed out.
His lips curled into a soft smile. “I didn’t know your body was so damn sensitive.”
He mustered up enough energy to get up and walk to your bathroom, getting a damp rag and a towel. “We’re gonna have to do laundry tomorrow.”
You grin at him. “You mean, you’re gonna have to do laundry tomorrow. I’m not going to be able to walk after how you treated me tonight.”
He wiped both you and himself down, before collapsing in the bed alongside you.
“Goodnight, Abbacchio.”
“Tch, Goodnight.
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