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whats-rambled-rambled · 4 years ago

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Long Nights - part 4

Neil x Reader

Chapter 4: World gone mad

(see chapter 3, 2, 1)

summary: inverted heist calls for inverted training

warnings: 18+, explicit language, gun mention, crackheadery, and possible whiplash

author’s note: Hi, yes, I know, took me ages, but hey, I hope it's worth the wait! 5.2k words, how even--

Anyway.

The song for this part is Bastille - World Gone Mad

Enjoy! All feedback is greatly appreciated, let me know what you think?

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The fact that you knew how to handle guns wasn’t equal to you being very good at it. Or enjoying it, for that matter. Sure, you could more or less hit the target, especially with some useful tips you got from Neil regarding a trigger finger discipline, but still - you’d rather avoid reaching for a pistol altogether.

You put back the weapon you’d been training with and Neil handed you another one. You couldn’t really tell the difference, at least until you checked the magazine. The lack of ammo meant you finally got to the fun bit that Neil teased in The Protagonist’s office and you smiled, looking back at your companion. He grinned at you, the gaze sparkling behind yellow-tinted safety glasses as he pointed at the wall next to the targets you used for practice.

“Just aim and pull the trigger. ” Seeing your nod, he added, “Okay now, be careful, it might feel--”

The bullet whizzed back into the chamber of your pistol and your eyes widened.

“Oh fuck me sideways,” you hissed under your breath.

“-- a bit weird, yeah.” Neil chuckled at the shock painted on your face. “All right?”

“Yeah, just processing.” Trying to blink the consternation away, you asked, “How do you make these? You put it into that...turnstile and voilà?”

Neil shook his head. “No, it’s not that simple. We receive a stash every now and then, we don’t know how to manufacture those,” - he smirked - “at least not yet. I do have a few theories I’m working on in my spare time, but...” hesitating for a moment, he raked a hand through his hair and sent you a nervous smile. “Wouldn’t want to bore you to death, though.”

“Dude, come on, with that smooth and soothing voice of yours? You could read the yellow pages to me and I’d still listen like that--” you mocked a dreamy heart-eyes expression, watching with satisfaction as that remark pushed Neil further into a flustered state.

Apparently, when explicit teasing got a little-to-no reaction now, you could still make him blush with a more wholesome compliment. As you started laughing, he rolled his eyes and scrunched the nose slightly, joining you with a stifled giggle. Grinning, you continued a little softer, “I’m not gonna lie - I probably wouldn’t understand a majority of the physics jargon, but I’d still want to hear all about that.”

A thankful look you got in return made your chest clench painfully, and your mind wandered off to those breaks near the river, and Neil’s animated rants. You knew one thing. Anyone who had ever ridiculed him for his passion for even the nerdiest things could rot in hell, and you’d gladly see to it personally.

A disgruntled huff coming from behind made you both snap out of the moment.

“Oi, lovebirds, I’d appreciate it if you could leave all that to after I prep you for the mission.”

Bottling down your annoyance, you batted your lashes at the commander, who’d just come back with keys to one of the conference rooms near the range.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, you have my full attention now.”

Ives nodded, waving at you to follow him. Meanwhile, Neil’s small smirk let you know that he noticed that faint undertone in your voice, but he said nothing, patiently waiting for the events to unfold.

Another person was waiting for you at the door. You recognized the woman who’d driven you to that abandoned factory on your very first day - you’d never gotten properly introduced, but you remember asking Neil about her once and he called her Wheeler. To be honest, with these guys you never knew if they used their real names, nicknames, codenames, or whatever. Not that you cared, quite used to it in your own line of business. You exchanged a court nod with her and went into the room.

As you sat down at the big table and Ives booted a projector, your eyes bore into the man. Definitely one of those types who enjoyed his beret and the paramilitary structure of the field branch of the organization. Probably a bit too much. You bit back a smug grin.

Those were particularly fun to mess with.

Ives caught your piercing stare and stopped the brief of the location.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you said, propping the chin on your palm, a polite smile on your lips. “It’s fascinating.”

He furrowed his brows, perplexed.

“What is?”

“How your commanding presence literally adds you inches,” you said, using all your willpower to keep a serious face. “I wonder if it works only for your height or--”

Neil’d futile attempts at masking an amused snort with a cough didn’t go unnoticed. Ives shot him daggers and then glared at you. “For fuck’s sake, would you focus?”

Your eyes flared up at the threat in his voice and you pouted, taunting him further.

“Or what, you’re gonna spank me?”

“No, I’m gonna shoot you,” he deadpanned.

You raised a brow.

“Kinky.”

Ives groaned, turning to Neil.

“How you survived this long without choking her is beyond me.”

Neil puffed his cheeks and gestured vaguely, but as he opened the mouth to answer, you chimed in, with a shit-eating grin plastered on your face.

“Oh, he very much did so, all right.”

The awkward silence that followed was pretty satisfying.

“Can we keep her?” asked Wheeler casually, leaned back in her chair, fiddling with a bullpen.

Ives gaped at you all, then slumped his shoulders in defeat, sliding a hand through his features. He was so done you could almost hear The Sound of Silence playing in the distance, but apparently, his sense of duty was stronger than the urge to leave you without finishing the briefing, so he just drew a deep breath and continued.

“...anyway…”

You caught Neil’s glance and you couldn’t help but poke the tip of your tongue out at him. The mischievous sparks in his eyes reflected your own as he shook his head, tugging the bottom lip between the teeth. Wheeler’s curious gaze flitted between you two, and as you didn’t feel like drawing too much unnecessary attention to yourself anymore, you focused on the plan that Ives was persistently going through.

Time frames. Blueprints. Entry points. Exit routes (you spotted at least one additional way he left out, but you weren’t sure if you could drag Neil through there, judging by that alley performance, so you didn’t bother to mention it out loud). Everything seemed clear enough. You still had no idea how being inverted would affect the lockpicking, but when you voiced that, Ives promised you some time to figure it out before the mission.

The mission. Huh. It wasn’t that much different from your usual assignments - at least if you forgot about that tiny insignificant detail like moving backwards in time - but something in this paramilitary and/or espionage vibe made your heart beat faster with excitement.

It had been quite a long time since you had company at the job. Working alone had its perks, but you wouldn’t mind a trusted partner in crime having your six for a change.

Another thing that you certainly wouldn’t mind - seeing Neil in tactical gear. Not that either of you would need one, but the image got planted in your head and suddenly you wished you’d had a bottle of water.

You realized that everyone was looking at you expectantly. Shit, was there a question or…?

“I’m good,” you said, shooting in the dark, hoping that would be enough to cover your distracted ass.

Ives squinted, but fortunately, that was an acceptable answer.

“Well, as you two can proceed straight from here - Wheeler, they’re all yours.’

“Okay,” - she smiled and stood up - “we don’t have any turnstiles on-site, but there’s one in the base outside the city, I’ll talk you through the basics on the way.”

So that little daydream cost you a chance to come back home to prepare? Grand. The problem was - you needed your heavy-duty tools, but you’d rather eat rocks than back away in front of Ives. Luckily, he called on Neil to wait for a moment, so that was your chance.

“Umm, Wheeler?” you asked quietly, following her outside.

She glanced at you curiously.

“What’s up?”

“I know I said I’m good, but could we stop by my apartment for a second, please?” An awkward grimace ran through your face. “I gotta pick up my tools. You know, just in case.”

She wasn’t surprised by your request. Moreover, she sent you a knowing smile.

“Sure thing,” she said and winked, and then it was your turn to present a slightly flushed face. “I’ve got you.”

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You didn’t know what to expect from the whole inversion process.

The first time your brain stuttered was when Wheeler pointed at something she called the proving window, just in time for you to see the three of you coming out on the other side. You caught inverted-you glancing back at your present self; the schooled expression, but with the gaze shining with anticipation.

The second time was when it was you on the other side, looking at your wide-eyed past self. Feeling the incoming headache, you took a deep breath and followed Wheeler and Neil to the stand with oxygen masks.

“How are you feeling?” asked Neil, handing you the equipment.

“Weirdly normal.” You shrugged. “Or maybe not more backwards than usual, if that makes any sense.”

He smiled lightly.

“It’s the airlock. When you see the outside, you’ll get a whole new perspective.”

Wheeler nodded. “What he said. And to recap: you’re inverted, the world is not - all forces will be pushing back on you. Besides gravity.” She double-checked the oxygen bottle secured to your belt. “Just mind things that might be rising instead of falling.”

You furrowed the brows.

“Wait, didn’t Ives mention the rain?”

Neil smirked from behind the mask.

“Afraid of getting wet?”

“Never.” You grinned, meeting the sparkling blue eyes. “Should know that by now.”

Wheeler snorted and shook her head, walking to the panel near the exit.

“You’ll have plenty of time to finish the job before you move far enough to catch up on that. Although, if you ever find yourself in the inverted rain, here’s a tip: pop your collar.”

“Why would you--” Oh. The sole thought of the water going up from the ground to the sky made you nauseous. You swallowed with effort, leveling your breath in the mask. “...right.”

Wheeler opened the door and you almost gasped at the view. The golden rays of sunset (...or was it technically a sunrise now?) flickered on the training grounds’ equipment as the sky painted the scarce pools of muddy water with greyish violets and reddening oranges. Leaves shuffled in the wind, their dance almost satirical with that inverted spin.

Wheeler’s voice stopped your mind from wandering further into the landscape.

“Okay, ready? Ives asked me to remind you not to try any cowboy shit, you need to be in one piece at the end of the training.”

“Yes ma’am,” you mocked a salute and stepped outside, stretching your limbs, readjusting to the reality being slightly off. Neil stood right beside you watching you warming up, ready to take you to the obstacles section.

But as soon as the airlock’s doors closed behind you, you spun around, tapping his shoulder - “Tag, you’re it!” - and without waiting for his reaction, you leaped towards the assault course.

Surely that turned out overly optimistic. You counted on the element of surprise and a head start, but Neil had an experience with running while being inverted, while you… well. You tried.

“B+ for effort,” laughed Neil, catching up on you even before you reached the first obstacle and tapping you back. “But you can do better than that.”

“Just you wait!” you retorted and vaulted over a low hurdle, the mild confusion caused by the dumbfounded senses slowly eased up as you tuned out the brain and let the muscle memory guide your movements. Because hey, in the end? Yes, the natural forces were acting up against you. Yes, Neil had years of inverted training behind him. But you’d been challenging different obstacles your whole life, and courses like this one were your favourite playgrounds.

You caught on him by the next wall, playing dirty and tugging at his leg, pulling him down before he could jump to the other side. The exasperated huff he gave you in protest got lost in the squelch of mud under your feet, the sound more like a suction instead of the much-expected splash. Shuddering with disgust at such abomination, you rushed to the set of monkey bars, hearing Neil following up closely. You gritted your teeth, swinging your body to help yourself get through the part, and that’s when you felt a light tap on your foot.

You glared to your left, where Neil was gaining an advantage over you.

“Damn you and your infinite legs, man! It doesn’t count!”

“Losing looks good on you,” he said, landing and then instantly ducking under your reached out hand.

“Too bad it’s not gonna stick,” you scoffed as you ran after him to jump on one of the parallel logs. Balancing was easy enough, even with inversion; it gave you the perfect opportunity to plan ahead, while Neil had to maintain full focus. “Must say - all that sass definitely makes you like... ten percent hotter.”

But you’d taught him well, apparently, and instead of losing his pace, he only shot you a quick glance accompanied by an arched brow.

“Only ten?”

“Dunno, come over here and let me take a closer look,” you teased, getting a short chuckle in response. “No?” - you sighed - “Alrighty then.” And you leaped to the side straight into Neil, pushing him off the log. He yelped and grabbed you by the shirt, the momentum sending you both straight into the mud. You landed on top of Neil, collapsing into his arms for a moment to catch a breath and to stop laughing.

You leaned back to look him in the eyes.

“Okay, maaaybe fifteen,” you panted, booping his mask as you would do to his nose.

Neil snickered and nodded.

“I’ll take it.”

When your gazes met, his features softened, and he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear gently. You smiled behind the mask and sat up, straddling his waist. Neil was studying you closely, his hands grazed your sides and rested on your hips. Nibbling at your bottom lip, you leaned over him again and slowly reached out, and--

“Simba…” you choked out with reverence, brushing a muddy thumb across his forehead.

Tears from the held-back laughter threatened to spill any second as you observed Neil blanking out in utter confusion. The five stages of grief ran through his expression and then he closed his eyes and sighed theatrically.

“The fate of the world is in the hands of a complete madwoman.”

...the what now?

You tilted your head, grinning.

“Aren’t you a little dramatic?”

Then, without a warning, Neil shifted under you, rolling you off him and pinning you down.

“Birds of a feather and all that,” he said, clearly enjoying the way you squealed and squirmed as the mud got under your shirt. “You think you got a hang of the inverted movement already?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. Neil realized your intentions a second too late. A handful of mud splashed on his face and you chuckled with satisfaction. “Yeah, now I think I’m ready to go.”

You turned up at the airlock soon after, looking like something that cat dragged in, but beaming widely. Dreaming of a hot shower and a clean set of clothes, you put down the mask and the oxygen container and headed to the turnstile.

Wheeler was waiting for you near the machine, and seeing the state you were in, she just gaped at you both, trying to come up with an adequate question.

As you noticed her quizzical look, you gave her a thumbs up and smiled.

“If you ain't dirty, you ain't here to party! Wooo!” you whooped, throwing your hands up and trotting past her straight into the turnstile.

Right before reverting yourself back to your original state, you heard Wheeler’s hushed question.

“You two all right?”

And then Neil’s answer.

“Don’t worry, we’re good.”

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The truck’s engine hummed steadily, which could only mean you were on some sort of highway. At least the container stopped wobbling, so you could practice in peace.

No wobbles meant no excuses, though. You sighed, readjusting your grip on the tools.

Neil had fallen asleep some time ago, after making sure you figured out the locks and hearing your solemn promise that you would follow him soon.

One day after that eventful night, then inverting and going straight back without proper sleep. You knew he was right and you needed at least a nap. But you couldn’t. Not before you were absolutely sure you got it. The usual locks weren’t that bad. The inverted ones were a whole other story.

It’d taken you long enough to crack them in the safety of your own apartment, without the weird physics, ever-present even within the air-locked container. Without the pressure.

The fate of the world.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

You didn’t even know what was that thing you were supposed to retrieve soon. It was okay, you didn’t need to. It was a quite common situation in your work history. That kind of knowledge could be dangerous, after all.

The pin clicked and you sighed again, squeezing your eyes shut to stop the burning sensation even for a moment.

Besides, you were doing it for Neil. The memory of that panicked look on his face when he’d seen the documents was enough to keep you going.

But did he have to say that?

You had to do it. Not only because you felt responsible for him, in a way. What you’d told the boss was true and you weren’t the only one at fault for Neil not being fully ready for that assignment. He was your friend, wasn’t he? And there was no way you’d leave a friend in need.

You pressed your lips together, forcing yourself to breathe.

Probably a stupid joke, nothing more.

But what if he was being serious? What if that thing out there was really that important? And you were about to fuck everything up because you couldn’t get your shit together fast enough to figure out the bloody inverted mechanism again. And with every minute wasted and not spent on resting there was a higher chance of messing up at the actual location.

Hell of a locksmith you were, huh?

The feedback from the tools came with a final warning like a sobering slap. If you were to continue, they would snap any second now.

You let out a shaky breath and retraced from the lock, hiding your face in the palms.

A gentle touch on your shoulder almost made you flinch. Of course, he had to wake up in the middle of your breakdown.

“Go back to sleep, we still have a few hours left,” you muttered into your hands, trying to collect yourself.

“Not before you talk to me,” said Neil as his fingers slid down your arm. He was crouching right beside you, the blue eyes boring into you with concern. “What is it?”

You sighed and shifted in your seat to face him.

“Wanna make sure I got it, that’s all.”

Neil’s brows knitted together.

“But I saw you open that lock once, why--”

“Once! And that’s exactly the problem!” you fumed and glared at the table. “I can’t crack it again, I--” your voice wavered and you gritted the teeth in frustration. “What if it was a stroke of dumb luck? Should I start praying for another one to happen there?”

Another delicate touch, this time on your knees, was enough to make you look back at Neil. A shade of smile tainted his lips as he searched your gaze.

“Someone used to tell me all the time that if you did it once, you can do it again.”

You hung your head and huffed, “Maybe that someone was full of shit.’

“I know for a fact that she wasn’t,” he chuckled, taking the tools out of your clenched fists and putting them back at the table. “She was utterly brilliant,” he continued, reaching for your cramping, trembling hands and taking them in his, ”and always reminded me to take a break instead of agonizing over a stubborn lock.”

That you did, all right. Your laugh sounded awfully close to a sob. God, if you weren’t exhausted.

Mustering enough strength to look him in the eyes, you squeezed his hands, trying to convey all the gratitude in the gesture. And hide that bit of embarrassment, too.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said and his thumbs brushed over your knuckles. “Scoot over.”

You moved back on the provisional bench, making enough space for him to sit next to you. And so he did, not letting go of your hands even for a second. He started rubbing small circles into them and you grunted softly. Neil gave you a knowing smile and soon enough, his fingers glided between your forearms and fingertips, applying pressure to the tensest places, careful strokes and precise moves bringing a much-needed release. You couldn’t help small groans escaping your mouth, every one of them adding to the self-satisfied grin hiding in the corner of Neil’s mouth. But then, instead of teasing you, his features softened and you caught his glance, warm and sheepish.

“I don’t think I properly thanked you for offering to help me with this mission.”

“I couldn’t let you have all the fun,” you laughed and winced as Neil’s thumbs worked on your wrists. “Don’t thank me yet, we still need to pull it off first.”

“Well, maybe we already have, from the typical point of view,” - he pondered, lighting up - “seeing that we are moving back--”

“Neil, please, I’m all for discussing it later, but right now it’s about to give me a pounding headache.”

When you met his eyes, you noted with relief that he didn’t mind you cutting him off like that. He knew that you were tired, nothing more.

“Right, sorry.” Then he looked at you with determination, suddenly serious. “Whatever happens… thank you. It means a lot.”

“Of course,” you said quietly as your heart ached with unexpected fondness.

Neil smiled, shaking off the sentimental moment. His hands cupped yours and gave them a light squeeze.

“Now would you please get some rest?”

“Will you tuck me in?” you grinned and batted your lashes at him, earning an amused snort in return.

“I can even sing you a lullaby if that means you’ll fall asleep faster,” he said, standing up and tugging at your hand.

“Ah, I’m afraid I’m gonna crash too fast to properly appreciate it,” you giggled as he kited you all the way to the resting area at the front of the container. “But I’m definitely taking a rain check on that.”

“Sure.” One final brush of his thumb over your fingers and he let go of your hand, smirking. “Now sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

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Neil proved to be an excellent companion.

You disabled the alarms simultaneously, paying attention to all the possible silent traps. Forcing the main locks went smoothly, almost surprisingly so. For having something of such importance hidden there, the owners of the place seemed strangely old-fashioned; it shone through the antique decor of the lofty apartment as well as the security choices. Too easy. Tuning out an intrusive thought rattling in the back of your head, you scouted the dark rooms, careful not to leave any traces of your presence.

There.

The office you saw in the photos.

...but they’d redecorated.

“That’s one fancy safe they got there,” you said nonchalantly, eyeing the ornament piece of metal lit by your flashlight, “Too bad it somehow got left out at the briefing.”

Neil’s face dropped when he followed you inside the room.

“Christ, and what now?”

Good question. You’d worked with safes before, hell, you’d cracked a fair share of them using simply manipulation. But never going bloody backwards in time. How would that even work? Was it normal or inverted?

Well, there was only one way to find out.

“I’ve got this.” And that’s how you felt, despite the initial panic. There was a method to it, and you had most of the things you needed with you. Perks of overpreparing. The only issue was-- ... “It might take a while, though.”

Neil nodded.

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“Keep an eye on the time for me, I gotta focus,” you said, reaching into your backpack and accidentally pulling on the thin tube. Right. “...and maybe on the oxygen levels as well?”

“Will do.”

Your brain switched into the challenge mode, and your fingers tingled to give it a try. Armed with a sound amplifier and a little notepad, you sat down next to the safe and got to work.

Figuring out your way in was meant to be a hit and miss, doubly so with the goddamn inversion. But minute after minute, click by click, you determined the first contact points, and the years of experience took you from there. You scribbled numbers and variations in the notepad, fully focused on the task. Almost there.

Another combination. Inhale. Exhale. Pull.

Gotcha.

“Neil?” you called out in the hushed voice as the beam from the flashlight landed on a small metal box of a peculiar shape.

He was next to you in no time.

“That’s it,” he said, kneeling down. He reached inside and took out the box, then carefully placed it inside his backpack. The blue eyes glimmered in the dim light. “Good job!”

“Thanks,” you smiled and closed the safe. “Now let’s get out of here.”

You gathered and packed all your stuff, double-checking for any leftover signs of your entry.

Then you heard it. A faint, slightly off patter against the huge windows. You froze in place as your mind tried to grasp the view of trickles of rain coming up the glass.

Neil glanced outside, not mindful of the absolutely bonkers scene that wiped any coherent thought from your head. Although judging from how quickly his face lost all the colours, the view he got was even more disturbing.

“Christ…” he uttered, shooting you a panicked look. “We’ve got company.”

You dashed to the window to see for yourself. A group of people was crossing the empty street, moving pretty much normally, and that only meant...

Fuck.

“The owners?”

Neil shook his head. “Impossible. The third party, probably.” With his hand already on the holster, he hesitated, considering the options.

But there were only two: fight or flight. The problem was - the numbers didn’t look good for you to try pushing through the crew downstairs. And as for the second one, your initial exit routes seemed to be cut off already.

Although, there was still one path left. You almost smiled to yourself. He was not going to like it.

“Let’s go through the roofs.”

Neil’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?” he asked, scanning your face for any sign of doubt.

There was none.

“Yes, but we have to leave right now.”

He swallowed with effort and nodded.

As soon as you bolted out of the apartment and rushed up the stairs, the footsteps coming from the lower levels quickened. Time was running out.

You were about to barge outside when Neil grabbed your hand as if he sensed what was going to happen next. The doors opened and you lost the momentum, startled by the view. Heavy showers replaced the drizzle you saw through the window, intensifying the nauseating effect.

The last strands of sanity threatened to leave you, but Neil’s touch was like an anchor, grounding you and keeping you from spiraling further.

“Which way?” he shouted through the hammering, almost deafening rain.

You blinked rapidly and looked around to match the data from the brief to the actual location.

“Over there!”

Wishing you’d had a goddamn collar to pop, you leaped to the side, guiding Neil through your only escape route. You let go of his hand to vault over the vents, and just as your feet touched the surface again, you heard distant yells behind you. Shit.

The high density of the area was working in your favor, but only for so long. There was meant to be a gap between the buildings sooner or later, and one of them was coming right up. The jump was doable, even for Neil - all you needed was speed and a decent launch.

But when your companion noticed the edge of the roof, he slowed down and stopped by a low parapet wall, cursing.

“No fucking way!”

“Yes fucking way, Neil, come on! We don’t have time!” you urged him as the voices behind you grew louder.

He swallowed with effort, too transfixed on the gap. You bit back an impatient groan and grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to look at you.

“Neil, listen to me. You can do this. All you need is a run-up.”

He didn’t seem convinced. You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your own rising panic in check.

“Do you trust me? Yes or no?”

He met your eyes and his features hardened. There.

“I do.”

And when you opened the mouth again, the first bullet whizzed past you. You flinched, but maintained the eye contact, afraid to lose Neil’s newfound confidence. “Then go first, I’m right behind you.”

Neil nodded and backed away quickly. Watching him jump, your heart skipped a beat, but he landed on the other side without too much trouble. Good. Your turn.

You dashed towards the rim and another bullet missed your legs by a hair’s breadth, hitting the parapet wall right ahead of you. A little close to the top, as you noted, jumping on it to leap across the gap.

But the realization came a moment too late. The wall crumbled under your feet.

Enough for you to not make it to the other side.

Someone screamed.

Was it you?

It didn’t matter.

The world dissolved in a flash of agonizing pain.

And darkness.

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Static beeping. The smell of disinfectants. And your every particle throbbing in dull pain.

Somebody was having a quiet conversation nearby. The Protagonist… and Neil?

A wave of relief flooded over you. He’d made it.

Grunting, you opened your eyes and squinted, waiting for your sight to readjust to the poor light. Weird. Why would they keep you in such a pitch-black room?

“Gents?” you called out, carefully shifting upwards, wincing. “Would you mind getting the lights?”

The conversation stopped and you heard a gasp.

“Lights? But it’s the middle of the day?” said The Protagonist, but Neil cut him off.

“You’re awake!” Footsteps and a sudden touch on your hand. Neil’s voice trembled slightly, as well as his fingers. “Are you okay?”

You bored into darkness, hoping to see the familiar face.

To see anything.

To see.

(next chapter ->)

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liliesoftherain · 5 years ago

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That Obsessed fic was so cute! Could I ask for 20 from the list with Izuku? owo

A/N: Okay so this was so CUTE, and I turned it into something not cute- Don’t be mad, the fluff is coming. But I decided to split this into two parts because it turned out longer than I thought. So fear not, I should get the second part out soon, I need to touch it up but have this for now(: I’m going on a short vacation and I don’t know if I’ll be able to post but I for sure as heck will try! Thank you again for asking this, I hope once you read the whole thing it was something you wanted

Title: Bittersweet Findings, in that Order.

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

20. “Wait a minute… Are you jealous?”

Izuku Midoriya!: Part 1

Izuku wasn’t sure why he stayed, why he was here at all in the first place. He was studying for an upcoming test in the common room when Denki appeared out of nowhere, not giving him time to think as he was dragged by the blonde to the fourth floor. He was confused, trying to figure out just what was going on when a groan of annoyance stopped his questioning.

“Why the hell did you drag Deku here, are you stupid?” Bakugou seethed as soon as he laid eyes on the boy in question.

“Well, we all know he likes (l/n)-”

“W-what!?” Izuku blushed, cutting off Denki who just winked.

“Well it’s true, you make it pretty obvious.”

Ignoring the stuttering and red face, Sero threw his arm around Izuku’s shoulder.

“You better appreciate the opportunity.”

“No one but you two dumbasses appreciate this!” Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“You’re coming with us though?” Denki pointed out, a cheeky smirk on his face.

“To watch raccoon eyes kick your asses when she figures out what the hell you’re doing.”

“What are we doing?” Izuku questioned, his nerves building as all eyes were on him.

“Oh poor innocent Midoriya.” Hanta snickered, bringing Izuku down with the arm that was still around him to give his head a noogie.

“We are going to do what men were made to do.” Kaminari finished, laughing as Sero finally the flustered kid go.

“Men don’t spy on girls like this..” Kirishima crossed his arms with a pointed stare.

“We aren’t ‘spying’ no dude, we’re just trying to, yanno, get to know them better! Girls like to share secretes during this kind of thing you know?”

Izuku was still confused, but he knew that whatever spying plan they had was no good as he was now being pulled towards the girls side of the floor. He watched as Kirishima sighed and how Bakugou grunted in pure agitation, yet followed nonetheless.

They made it right outside Ashido’s door, and while he’s been on the side before years before when they showcased their rooms, it made him anxious to know he wasn’t where he was supposed to be at this time of night. The laughter coming from behind the door was indication enough that there was more than just one girl, but besides Ashido and you, he had no clue who else could be in there.

Denki and Hanta were quick to crouch right by the door, being as quiet as they could be while they leaned in close to hear everything. Bakugou, looking as if he would rather be anywhere else, leaned against the wall to the right of the door. Kirishima was squatting down on the wall opposite from the door, looking uneasy but listening anyways. Izuku was unsure of what he should do, so he stood like Bakugou on the left side of the door. His hands were fidgeting as he leaned his shoulder along the wall instead of his back, ear close to the door.

You girls were none the wiser, laughing as Jiro made Kaminari’s idiot face perfectly.

“YOU DO IT SO WELL!” Mina cackled, arms crossed over her stomach from laughing so hard, almost falling off her bed in the process.

“I would think so, based on how much she likes him.” Momo teased from her spot on the floor, the beanbag she sat upon squeaked as she moved to poke Kyoka’s cheek as she did.

“Ugh don’t remind me of.” She swatted Momo’s hand away, folding her arms over her chest with a blush.

“C’mon you guys would be super cute together, I think it’s adorable.” You smiled, swinging your legs in the air as you laid on your stomach next to Mina.

“Adorable, is that what you wanna call it? He’s an idiot, but I guess I am too for liking him.”

“You guys can be idiots together! You guys compliment each other so well.” Mina pointed out.

“I agree, you guys never have a dull moment together, and I think that can be one important aspect in a relationship. Even in comfortable silence, you are not bored.”

“OH! You know what Momo, that makes me think; what are must-haves in a significant other huh? Like, ideal types?”

“Ideal types?”

“Yeah like Kyoka’s ideal type would be considered a dumb blonde.” You teased, looking at said girl as she just pointed at you with finger guns.

“What can I say? Shockingly dumb blonde’s are hot, sorry.”

“If we are sharing types, or ideals in the sense, I suppose I can confess that I find-”

“Todoroki hot, we know!” You laughed while cutting Momo off, her face burning at the mention.

“ ‘Todoroki-kun, your form was excellent during practice today, your body-stance-looked great.’ “ Jiro spoke in a high pitched voice, badly imitating your friends voice.

“ ‘Todoroki-kun! I was hoping we could study together, you’re so handsome-I mean, smart.’ “ You followed suit, a sassy look on your face.

“ ‘TODOROKI-KUN YOU LOOK LIKE A SNACK-”

“Mina!” Momo threw a pillow, hitting her square in the face.

“We’re teasing, we’re sorry if we embarrassed you.” You apologized, but the amused smile on your face was anything but sorry.

She huffed at the laughter that rang out through the room, but smiled shyly nonetheless.

“I was actually going to say tattoos..”

“Woah you’re a tat girl?” Ashido’s eyes opened wide in surprise.

“Yes I know, it’s weird isn’t it? But they’re so, so captivating! The detail, the aggressiveness of it, it’s so dangerous.”

“Mm into bad boys huh? Todoroki doesn’t really fit that category.”

“He may be soft overall but he has his moments Mina, think about it,” Jiro said thoughtfully, “he may not be picking fights and having screaming matches like another bad boy we know, but he has the underlying traits.”

“Such as?”

“He’s passionate, and mysterious.”

“Exactly! He’s unpredictable,” You added, “he’s got that ‘I don’t care’ attitude, and that screams rebel bad boy.”

“Are we talking about the same guy here? The sweetie who literally apologized to a plant the other day because he walked into it? That Todoroki? Him, a bad boy?” Mina snorted in amusement.

“Yes.” You three replied in sync.

“If you can’t have a good bad-boy what’s the point? Some qualities in a bad boy are alright I suppose, but if it was just 100% rotten attitude than why bother?” You questioned.

“Oh?”

“What qualities do you find attractive then (y/n)?”

“I mean, I guess one of the bigger ones is someone who is assertive.”

“Assertive?” Jiro hummed, sitting up from her position on the ground to look at you.

“Yeah, I think it’s really appealing when someone knows what they want and won’t let anything get in their way. Someone who has a goal and doesn’t back down no matter what. Strong and willing to overcome anything, do whatever it takes.” You bite your lip, thinking of your freckled crush. He knows what kind of hero he wanted to be, and despite everything, he persevered.

“A man who takes what he pleases.”

“Dominate.”

“Exactly.” You sighed in longing, while Izuku may have not been the most dominant person you have ever met, you have seen the way he has grown since your first year into someone amazing. He was determined to reach his goal, and dominate in the sense of battle. When people needed to be helped he stepped up to the plate.

“Like Bakugou-kun?”

“Exac-wait, what?”

You were pulled from your thoughts at the mention of your friend, staring at Momo in shock as she suggested it.

“Yea I gotta agree, that does sound a whole lot like Bakugou, he’s always talking about how he’s going to be the best.” Kyoka chimed in.

“Yea but, Bakugou doesn’t really have that good boy aura, just the bad.”

“That’s not true, he won’t admit it but he’s a giant softy! Isn’t that right (y/n), you know first hand.” Mina remarked.

“I do?”

“Uh duh, him and I are good friends sure, but you two are closer than that.”

“I mean-”

You were cut off by the girls throwing their observations into the air, ignoring your stutters and blushing cheeks at the thought.

“She grins every time she gets to be his partner during training, it’s cute to see her so excited.”

“Yes indeed, she is always complimenting his skills.”

“Bakugou practically never yells at her, he seems really mellow,”

“She’s always rooting for him too!”

“Mina you do the same thing! He literally treats me just like you.” You whined, having enough.

You didn’t like Bakugou, you guys were just friends. Somehow able to form a bond back in your first year, and that’s how it’s been ever since. Sure, you two were close, but it was honestly nothing more than a brother/sister relationship. You found him attractive yea, and he did have his sweeter moments, but overall you didn’t feel anything romantic towards him.

“He’s softer for you girl. Awh look, she’s blushing!” Mina squealed as she pointed out your cheeks, which in turn grew darker, “You like Bakugou don’t you?”

The room went silent waiting for your answer. Your words came out jumbled, tongue feeling tied at the stares and devious grins.

“J-just because Bakugou is confident doesn’t mean I like him for it!”

“So you’re saying you like him for other things?”

“Minaaaaa.” You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

Laughs filled the room until they died out, your embarrassment coming off in waves.

“Okay okay look.. I’ll tell you, I like-”

A hand quickly went over your mouth and you let out a startled gasp, which was muffled by the palm.

Kyoka put a finger to hips lips, signaling at you to be quiet, her extended lobe pointing to the door. Everyone quickly understood what she was saying, and strained to hear anything. Mina, deciding to take matters into her own hands, grinned evil while slapping the mattress for a sound effect, then cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted at the door.

“Kya, (y/n)-chan if you liked me all you had to do was say it, not attack me so lewdly! We aren’t wearing clothes, your bare skin is making me blush!~”

Your mouth dropped open, what the hell was she doing? All you did was sit up from your original position, and you didn’t do anything! Plus, everyone here was fully clothed, what was she doing giving whoever was out there some twisted idea?

A thump and some hushed whispers were heard on the outside and Jiro quickly went to the door and flung it open, a glare on her face as two idiots crashed into the room.

Denki and Hanta froze as they looked up and saw nothing of what they thought was going on, you and Mina were both sitting on the bed, fully clothed and not touching.

“What the hell do you idiots think you’re doing? I expected this from these two, but you guys too?”

You looked up to try to see who else was there.

Kirishima looked guilty, immediately apologizing before bending down to pick up the two who had still been on the floor the entire time.You looked to Kirishima’s right and you felt your breath catch in your throat as green stared straight back at you.

Izuku couldn’t help the hurt that crept up into his heart, squeezing it painfully as if trying to make it burst. It really did feel like his heart was broken, your eyes stared straight into his soul and chilled him to the very core. He felt too vulnerable under your gaze, yet he couldn’t pull away from it. He couldn’t pull away and now he was sure you knew how he felt, how terrible it was to hear the girls gush about your crush.

He was fine when him and the other guys first started to listen in, nervous and a bit bored by hearing talk of Todoroki, but fine. He had stayed and listened to more, and that was his downfall, he just had to stay didn’t he. How he wished he could have just left before it got worse, before you started describing someone who wasn’t him in the slightest. You were too good for him anyways, who was he to think he had a chance with someone like you? His lungs ached, reminding him that he needed to breathe. But he couldn’t, his mind wasn’t working, blank on everything except for you and him-

Your eyes moved away from his all on your own, and he saw how your body tensed as your saw him. Izuku ripped his eyes away from your form to look at Katsuki as well, and saw that he too was staring straight at you. If his heart wasn’t broken before, it was shattered now at the sight of your intense gazes on one another.

The staring was interrupted by the slam of the door, the lock following. That was all it took for Izuku’s body to jump start, muscles contracting as if he were thrown into an icy river.

His quick intake of breath must have been louder than he thought, since it drew the attention of the boys as he backed up to leave. The looks of pity thrown his way were becoming too much, knowing everyone here knew why he was this upset, and couldn’t help but look at the one person he didn’t want to see.

The look in Katsuki’s eyes caught him by surprise, he was so used to being on the receiving end of heated glares. Izuku couldn’t remember a time where he had looked at him with anything but, and now here he was, doing just that. Was it a look of pity as well? No, there’s no way Katsuki Bakugou would at him in pity, he didn’t care enough to do so. Was it regret? Ha, that wasn’t right either, there was a higher chance of Bakugou begging than him being regretful.

Izuku couldn’t place what emotion was in the blonde’s eyes, but didn’t want to stay to decipher it. It was different and he didn’t like it, it just wasn’t right. It wasn’t the way Katsuki was supposed to look at him-just quit looking at him dammit!

Izuku turned and walked off, hurrying back to the common room to collect his forgotten items before rushing to his room. He made it without any more problems, but as soon as the door closed that’s where they started. A mix of sensations passed through his body all at once. The feeling of adrenaline kicking in causing his breathing to quicken, yet it was also as if molasses filled the room, causing his limbs to drag as he walked towards his bed. He fell onto it without another thought, the few moments outside Ashido’s door weighing down on him heavier than he thought was possible. His mind was now racing with images, the opposite of earlier, as every moment he shared with you flashed through his head. Every hangout, every spar, every smile, every look, every touch-

You just seemed so interested, or he had thought you were. Was it real, or did he really make everything up? Izuku truly questioned if he had made it all up in his head, if his hopes were forcing him to see what he wanted and not the truth. He hated to think about it, but you and Katsuki were really close, you were always with him and his friend group. More so than with Izuku and his own friends. Could he blame you? Of course not, you both had amazing quirks. You were both strong and fearless, complementing each other very well. You would be a power couple no doubt, too perfect..

It was just as you said, you wanted someone assertive. Someone who was strong and confident, and Izuku knew he was none of those things. He knew he was weak, timid, uncertain.

Everything you didn’t want. What you wanted wasn’t him, you wanted Katsuki.

Izuku didn’t even realize he was crying until a shuddering breath entered through his lips, a small whimper taking its place as he tried to exhale. His body was jerking in quieted sobs, tears trailing down his face as he looked up at the ceiling. The cries were getting louder in his ears, and he tried to muffle the noise as best as he could by placing the back of his hand over his mouth, biting on the scarred flesh.

He was pathetic.

He was certain you didn’t want someone like him.

This crybaby.

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authorized-trash · 5 years ago

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To Tie a Knot: Chapter 6: What Do You Mean The Hotel Room Only Has One Bed?

Ao3

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Content Warnings:

Self deprecation, elusion to character death, a character assumes another character is dead, tell me if i need to add more

Chapter Summary:

God, Damian is so GAY

Word Count:

2,700+

Note:

What is that saying? Calm before the storm? Because that would be an accurate description of this chapter.

Rain began to pitter-patter on the windowsill. The crystal drops dripped down the glass, seemingly racing as they ran into each other, marking patterns as they went.

A flash of lightning followed by thunder rocked the coffee shop, lighting up the inside with a bright white light. The customers continued chatting, unbothered. One lonely college student looked out the window with longing, watching the outside world grow damp.

A draft from a cracked-open door caused a few of the hanging plants to sway, and one couple got up and moved to a different table due to the rain beginning to get in and making wet spots on their jackets.

A booth in the far back corner held a man dressed semi-formally, his hands hidden inside yellow gloves. His light hazel eyes would normally be hidden behind the brim of his hat, but as of now they were wide, staring in shock at another man who had approached the table with his friend.

The barista washed the front counter, looking outside to see no one approaching the small, family owned coffee shop. They walked to the back, near the kitchen. It was, again, a very small establishment, so they were the only one working. It was growing kind of late now and business was slowing.

The barista took out their phone, and dialed their brother, thinking now would be an alright chance to check in.

The phone rang for a few seconds, and just as they were going to hang up and try again later, their brother picked up.

“Hey Elliot,” their brother greeted, and the barista, Elliot, smiled.

“Wassup Virge, just thought I’d check in and say hi, it’s been a few days.”

“So it has. I’m doing fine, as usual. Some weird… uh… stuff as happened, but other than that I’m as dandy as a dandelion.”

Elliot laughed, shaking their head, “Uh huh, and when have you ever said anything like ‘dandy as a dandelion’? Seriously Virgil, what’s up? What happened?”

“You won’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

“I have another soulmate.”

Elliot gave a long and low whistle, “Another? How does that even work?”

“Who knows, a new string just appeared the other day, we sent Logan to go and find them, haven’t heard any news yet.”

“That’s rough buddy,” Elliot said. Virgil laughed loudly.

“Yeah well, we’re expecting a call from Logan soon.”

“So wait, a whole ‘nother string just appeared out of nowhere, twenty years into your life?”

“Uh huh. We’re all in this state of shock, I guess.”

“I would be. Well, it seems like you got your hands full, then. I’ll get off here and leave you and your boyfriends to it. Oh! Wait, by the way, have you done it yet?”

“It?”

“Yeah, you know, the thing. With the rings.”

“Uh, no, not yet. We just got a new soulmate, it’s safe to say I’m holding off for awhile,” Virgil gave an awkward laugh on the other side of the line.

“Ha, yeah that would make sense. So wh-” Elliot was cut off by a ding from the register, and quickly said into the phone, “Oh hold on Virge, I got a customer. I lied, stay there, I’m not hanging up yet.”

Their brother laughed nervously, but said okay and stayed on the line.

Elliot took the person’s order. It was a sweet looking little old lady. She nodded as she took her drink, before slowly making her way back to a seat.

Elliot raised the phone back up to their ear, but paused before saying anything.

“Hey, Virgil?” They asked, bewildered.

“What? You getting robbed or something?”

“Uhm no, Logan is here.”

“Wait really? What is he doing? Wait no, don't answer that I sound like a stalker.”

Elliot laughed, “He’s talking to another customer. Huh, I don’t see the sunglasses guy from earlier, it’s just them.”

“Another customer? Logan doesn’t talk to people, what does this person look like?” Virgil was sounding a little frantic. There was what sounded like a scuffle over the line, and suddenly there was another voice.

“You have found my beloved!” Shouted Roman into the phone, peaking the microphone and causing Elliot to take the phone away from their ear a bit.

“Yeah it’s definitely Logan. The other person- uh, I assume they’re male but I’m not taking any chances, looks pretty put together. Hat, gloves, oh! And they have a scar on the left side of their face.”

“And what does Logan look like?” Said a third voice, and Elliot knew this was Patton.

“Like Logan.”

“No you piece of shit, what is he doing?” Virgil snapped, and Elliot smirked at pissing their brother off.

“He looks… pretty smitten, actually.”

“It’s them! He found them!” There was a loud thump.

“Roman! Jesus, you didn’t need to eject yourself from the couch!” Patton exclaimed, and Elliot assumed he had jumped down to help his soulmate.

“Should I go talk to them?” Elliot asked, a little confused about what he should do at this point.

“Just finish your shift and let them talk, we’ll meet them soon enough it sounds like,” Virgil’s voice caught, and Elliot got the impression that he was excited.

“Alright, should I leave you guys to freak out in peace? I got more customers coming in and don’t feel like being fired for being on my phone too long.”

“Yeah alright, fine, bye,” Virgil hung up abruptly, and Elliot shook their head fondly, expecting no less of his sibling.

They looked up at Logan who was still chatting with what seemed to be their new soulmate, and smiled.

He was happy for them.

Damian was sure he had stars in his eyes as he stared into the other man’s blue eyes. He was gorgeous. He was tall, lean, and had a smattering of freckles across pale skin. His hair was a dusty blonde, and sharp, square glasses sat on his nose. As cliche as it was, Damian found himself lost in his eyes, a pretty crystalline blue behind thick lashes.

Remy cleared his throat, giving Damian a pointed look.

Damian gave a bright smile, fighting the urge to run, and stood up. He stretched out his hand to shake the other man’s.

“Hello, my name is Damian J. Lyer, and yours is?” He asked coolly with a flourish of his hand. The other man took it, nodding as he greeted him back.

“Logan Barry, pleased to meet you. Really pleased, in fact.”

Damian gestured for Logan to sit across from him, just as Remy took a few steps back.

“You know what? I’m going to go sit in the car and talk to my own babe, you lovebirds have fun,” Remy said as he turned and left, taking his too-sweet coffee with him.

Damian gulped as he watched him go, turning back to face Logan.

“Well, Logan, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? A few moments ago all I knew was your fatestring was the loveliest shade of indigo,” Damian said as he gave a wink, clasping his hands together on the table.

Logan’s face heated up, “Yes of course. I attend college at a town close to here, where I live with my- er- our three other soulmates.”

“Uh huh, and what are their names? Surely they’re just as pretty to the ear as ‘Logan’,” Damian decided he wasn’t going to think too hard about Logan referring to his soulmates as his as well, he wasn’t quite ready to face that truth yet.

“Oh, they are. Patton, Roman, and Virgil, all male,” Logan responded, ignoring the fact that he seemed to turn another shade of darker red at the compliments.

Damian nodded, his little gay heart pounding. All male, awesome. That was- wow, his brain was short circuiting. He had always hoped his soulmate would be male, and it looked like he hit the jackpot.

That awful gnawing feeling of guilt began to chew at his stomach again.

Look at him, talking with a replacement soulmate. His original soulmate was probably looking down on him, angry. Perhaps sad. Disappointed. Disgus-

“Are you alright?” Logan asked, moving to place a hand on top of Damian’s. Damian’s face immediately flushed a deep crimson, and they both paused to stay at their hands for a second, before both of them took them off the table and placed them in their laps.

“Of course, what gave you the idea that I wasn’t?” Damian asked, giving another dashing smile to hide his growing pain.

“You were looking off into nothing, I grew worried, and therefore asked if there was an issue.”

“Nope,” Damian responded, perhaps a bit too fast and high, “Why don’t you tell me more about your soulmates?”

Logan frowned, “Ours,” he corrected, before continuing all the same, “And alright. Patton is a baker, very soft and sweet. Roman is an actor, loud, dramatic, and infuriating. He is very fun to argue with. In a healthy way, of course.”

“Of course,” Damian repeated, nodding. He completely understood the whole ‘fun to argue with in a healthy way’ kind of thing, he and Remy did it all the time.

“Finally, there is Virgil. He’s quiet, keeps to himself a lot of the time. Roman describes him as “ridiculously emo.””

Fuck, a theatre kid, a nerd, a kind baker, and an emo? Oh ho ho, Damian’s head was spinning, they were checking all of his standards boxes, shit.

“They sound exquisite,” Damian responded, smiling softly. Logan nodded.

“They really are. They are excited to meet you, you know.”

“Really?” Damian said, eyes brightening a bit, “I thought you- you know what? Nevermind.”

“No, don’t cut yourself off, you thought what?” Logan sat forward in his seat, suddenly appearing worried.

Damian slumped, “Well, I thought you wouldn’t like me… intruding, on your relationship.”

Logan looked at Damian. Really looked. He observed his posture, the way his hands seemed to tremble ever so slightly, and the way he was avoiding eye contact. He looked at him, and saw past the facade of a man who was confident in himself.

He saw how small Damian looked just then, curling in on himself. A swell of emotion (ugh) welled up in his chest, and right then and there he swore to himself that he would protect this man for the rest of his life.

“No, Damian. I must admit we were all taken by surprise when the string appeared a few days ago, however, it never even crossed our minds that you were an intruder. We aren’t looking at it like you’re intruding, but being added,” Logan assured him, his voice soft. Damian looked at him with glassy eyes and sniffed, giving an attempt at a smile.

“You’re cute when you’re not so serious,” Damian responded. Logan sat back in his seat and straightened his tie.

“I am not cute, and I am always serious, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Damian laughed, eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Uh huh, sure Specs,” he said, snickering behind his hand. He wiped his eyes with a gloved hand, clearing away the tears that were both from near crying and laughter.

“Thanks, by the way, I needed to hear that,” he added under his breath. The affirmation helped clear his thoughts a little, but the gnawing guilt was still there and still present, if a little lessened. If only Logan could say something that would make him feel less awful about replacing his last soulmate.

Logan inclined his head in response.

“Well, Damian, it is getting late. I must ask if you would like to come with me to meet with our soulmates.”

Damian felt a swell of anticipation, “Why not?” He replied.

A loud crack of thunder shook the little coffee shop.

Logan blinked, a bit startled. He fixed his glasses.

“It seems that it will be storming most of the night. I did book a room at a hotel nearby to stay in, if you would like to accompany me there.”

Damian nodded perhaps a bit too quickly. He stood up from the booth, heading towards the door.

“Yeah, let me just go tell Remy I’ll be going with you tonight.”

He went outside, wincing as the cold rain hit him. He half jogged out to Remy’s car, sliding into the passenger seat. Remy looked up from his phone.

“How’d it go? You seem to be in a hurry, babes.”

“I’m leaving with him.”

“You’re what?!”

“I’m leaving. With him.” Damian repeated, breathless as he leaned his head against the passenger seat.

“Isn’t it a little early to like… ya know, ‘do the do’? You met him twenty minutes ago babes. Like, no judgement, but I thought you were-”

Remy shut up as Damian smacked him in the back of the head.

“No you bird brain. I’m going with him to meet the others.”

“Oh. Oh shit! Fucking get some DJ, I’m proud of you. Now get out of my car and go meet the loves of your life.”

Damian nodded and left the car, ignoring how that comment made him feel like dirt as he closed the car door.

The ride to the hotel was not even fifteen minutes. The silence was right on that line of comfortable and awkward. Logan had asked if Damian listened to music in the car, and Damian shook his head no.

“Sometimes, but normally only when I’m going to be in a car for longer than thirteen minutes.”

Logan chuckled, “Well, I can’t be in a car for three minutes with Roman before he has some Disney song playing as loud as possible, belting out the lyrics.”

“I take it he’s good at singing?”

“Oh, he’s the best,” Logan said, passionately, “He could outshine most broadway stars in my opinion.”

Damian nodded, falling silent.

That was the last thing said before they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel building.

Logan signed it at the front desk, and Damian just followed him. They took the stairs to their room, Damian didn’t have anything to carry and Logan simply had a backpack with him.

It wasn’t until they had made it to their room that Logan seemed to remember one small, minor detail.

“There’s only one bed.”

Damian barked out a laugh, “You’re kidding, right?” He had read his fair share of fanfiction in his life, he knew where this was going.

“Why would I kid? I wasn’t expecting to meet you so soon, and didn’t think ahead to get a room with an extra bed,” Logan said, running a hand through his hair.

“Listen, it’s fine, I’ll sleep in a chair.”

“Absolutely not!”

“Oh? Would you rather me sleep in the bathtub, then?” Damian said. Logan looked at him as he sat his bag onto the single bed in the room.

“Preposterous. You will simply have to sleep in the bed with me. If you are alright with that, of course,” Logan said, fixing his glasses that had slid down his nose.

“You offered,” Damian shrugged, ignoring the way his gay brain was absolutely screaming at him to shut up and just sleep on the floor.

“That I did,” Logan said with a small smile.

The two of them both went about their business. Logan brushed his teeth and took a shower while Damian went down to the lobby to purchase his own essentials he would need to stay the night. Or nights, if all went well tomorrow.

By the time they were both done, Logan was sitting at the end of the bed. Damian didn’t have anything to sleep in and Logan hadn’t brought any kind of extra pajamas so he had just unbuttoned a few buttons on his top and stripped to his boxers.

Logan averted his eyes when Damian entered the room, desperately trying to pretend like he didn’t know his face was firetruck red.

They had to admit, crawling into the bed was honestly really fucking awkward, but both were so exhausted neither commented.

There was only one bed, but it was large enough that if they faced away from each other, they could pretend the other wasn’t there.

Of course, like all good sharing-the-singular-bed stories go, they ended up tangled together when they woke up.

Taglist in the reblog

#ts sides #tss #sanders sides #fanfic #ttak #virgil sanders #roman sanders #elliot #janus sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #loceit #lamp #dlamp #soulmate au #fatestring au #long post

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nctzendreamz · 5 years ago

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Crazy, Rich, and They Hate Me :: Part Four

Jaehyun x Reader Ft. NCT

Angst, fluff

A/N: The picture used to describe your fashion has nothing to do with your race or body type! It is only meant to show what you have on. Y/N is YOU! You are beautiful and goregeous and amazing. <333333

First you found out your boyfriend was rich, and now, as you approached the large mansion that was complimented with thousands of different plants and flowers, you definitely knew Jasmine’s parents were rich as well.

You slowly approached the large double doors. It was such a simple object, but it was still the most beautiful door you had ever seen. The buzzing of the doorbell made it even more memorable.

“Who is it!” A sqeaky, but familiar voice spoke through the intercom.

“It’s Y/N.” You yelled, trying to hold back a giggle. You heard a couple of locks becoming unhinged, and felt your eyes pop out of your head when you saw your friend. “Oh my goodness.” You whispered, immediately running into her arms and squeezing the life out of her.

“You literally look exactly the same! How is that possible!” She screeched as the two of you jumped around in a circle.

“Me? You look even younger than you did when we first met.”

“Woah.” You said in reference to the all white scenery in her humble abode, complimented with spurts of blue and yellow. “This is...this is beautiful. You live here?”

“That’s what I said when I first came to move in. I thought I put in the wrong address.”

Two twin boys crept around the corner, catching your attention quickly. “Hi!” You said in a sweet tone.

“Hello.” They said in unison.

“Cousins.” She said with a bright smile on her face.

“Oh.” You cooed. “Words cannot describe how happy I am for you, Jas. Like this is literally your dream come true.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N. Now enough with the emotional buisness. Let’s eat!” She clapped, prompting you to follow her into the large kitchen where her large family sat. You could already tell which one was her mom. They looked like twins.

“Mrs. Kim.” You ran to her, bowing.

“You must be Y/N.” She smiled. “I’ve heard so much about you since we got our precious Jasmine back.”

“Yeah. Too much.” A long haired male choked.

“Shut up, Heechul.” Jasmine spat.

“Haven’t I already told you, you want no parts of me?”

“Excuse those two.” Her mother interrupted. “Heechul has no filter. Please sit.”

You sat down in the large chair, stomach growling at all the food that was infront of you. “Don’t mind if I do. Hi cutie!”

It was one of the twins from earlier. You just wanted to squeeze his cheeks. “I’m not cute. I’m handsome.” He said with his chest out.

Heechul sighed dramatically, putting the last piece of food he wanted on his plate “In a world where I live, I think you’re neither.”

“Shut up.” The other twin said.

“Yeah!”

“I will fill your room with every thing you’re terrified of.”

“Heechul will you please stop threatening the children!” Jasmine yelled.

“Will you get a job?”

You didn’t know what to do, and when everyone at the table began to laugh exactly the same, you were even more confused.

“Excuse them.” An older man said at the head of the table. Jasmine’s dad. Even in the early morning, his clothing was still luxurious. Silk pajamas complimented with what you assumed was his initials. “Please.” He motioned towards the food on the table. You put everything they had on your plate, and began to eat.

“This is so delicious.” You moaned out, taking a moment to truly appreciate the fine cuisine.

“Yeah whatever.” Heechul scoffed. “Let’s talk about why you’re here.” He smirked, “Looking for love? A one night stand to remember?”

“First and foremost, she’s not thirsty like you. Secondly, there are kids here, and lastly, Y/N has a boyfriend. That’s why she’s here.” Jasmine winked at you from across the table.

“Wait...you have a boyfriend? With that outfit?”

You couldn’t help but snort even though you were being roasted.

“I happen to like the casual look. It’s different.” Mrs. Kim said.

“Yes. His cousin is getting married this weekend and I was invited as his plus one.”

“He’s Korean?”

“Yup.” Your smile couldn’t be brighter thinking about Jaehyun. You knew if you looked at your phone you would find a text from him, telling you how much he missed you.

“What’s his name, by the way?” Jasmine questioned as she put some kimchi in her mouth.

“Jaehyun.” You said calmly.

Suddenly everyone in the room froze. Jasmine choked on her food, the twins dropped their forks, and Heechul looked as if he could pass out.

“Woah woah woah...Jaehyun who?”

“Jaehyun Jung...” you trailed off suspiciously, eyeing everyone closely.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Heechul gasped. “You’re dating Jung Jaehyun? Like top bachelor Jung Jaehyun?”

“Rich as fuck Jung Jaehyun? Like richer than anybody in South Korea?”

“We’re rich.” Her dad said, leaning across the table. “They’re richer.”

“He’s pretty.” The twins said in unison.

“Girl! His family literally built the Seoul we know today. They got old stacks! How did you meet him?”

“We met back in LA. I went to this festival that I didn’t want to go to, and I met him.”

Heechul looked more offended than you had ever seen someone. “Why are you so calm? You do realize that Johnny and Rose getting married is the equivalent of the Royal Wedding here, don’t you?”

“Really?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Yes!” They all yelled together.

“Wait, does this mean that you’re going to the dinner tonight?” Jasmine whispered.

“Yeah. I finally get to meet his mom.” You sighed.

“Are you changing your clothes?”

“Wel I figured it was nothing wrong with this.” You picked at your clothing one by one.

“Uh uh girl.” Jasmine said, getting up from the table, Heechul right on her heels. “I will not let you fumble the bag like this. Get up.”

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“Everything.” Heechul said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you upstairs.

Two hours had passed filled with you being forced to try on different outfits. There had been so many that you liked, but according to Jas and Heechul, it wasn’t perfection.

“Family, I think we found the one!” He yelled, clapping his hands in excitement.

You couldn’t deny it. This outfit was absolutely a killer. You felt yourself getting hot just from looking at yourself.

“Woah.” The twins gasped.

“Isn’t it so her, but not bummy at the same time?” Jas squealed.

“I have to say guys, I’m thoroughly impressed.” You said, twirling around.

“I wish I could see the look on Jaehyun’s face when he sees you.” Heechul dragged. “Unfortunately I have a date to get ready for.”

“So you don’t want to ride with us? After all this hard work?” You fake pouted.

“Well since you’re begging...” he trailed off.

“To the Jung mansion we go!” Jas yelled.

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“Did you put in the right address?”

“I think so.”

“I mean, it makes sense.” Heechul explained. “You can’t be the richest family in South Korea and then live on the main road. It’s not logical.”

“True.” You and Jas said in unison.

“Shit. Are those guards?”

“Don’t worry.” You said confidently, remembering what Jaehyun told you to say. When you pulled up, you rolled down your window. “Good evening, sir.”

“Who are you.”

“Rude.” Heechul said from the back seat.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Boys we got a Y/N L/N here.” He said through his shoulder walkie talkie.

“Let her through.” The other man said.

“It’s your lucky day.” He smiled before signaling for the double j gate to be opened.

“Holy shit.” Jas breathed out as you drove around the long driveway.

You know you said Jas had the nicest house you had ever seen, but that was all in the trash now. This was the definition of a masterpiece. Everything about it screamed royalty. So many people were getting dropped off by their valets. You felt like you were in Hollywood. No, this was better than Hollywood.

“You’re actually dating a Jung. Like what the hell.”

“Yes I am.” You said in a scared tone. Suddenly all the pressure was trying to crush you. As you stepped out the car, a goregeous smile made you lose your breath. “Jae.” You whispered. In moments like these, it was like the only person who could hear him was you. He was in a velvet suit, complimented with a wrist watch you were for sure cost more than anything you had ever bought.

“Damn.” He came up to you, kissing you softly. “You look so damn good.”

You felt like a middle schooler as you couldn’t help but stutter. “Me? No..no...that’s you.” He kissed you again, and you could care less who was looking. You were on top of the world right now.

A loud horn interrupted your smooch, and also scared you to death.

“Sorry.” Jas said, leaning across the passengers seat. “Slipped.” She cleared her throat, and you knew what she wanted.

“Jaehyun this is my friend that I went to go see earlier. Jasmine. And her cousin Heechul is in the back.”

“We dressed her.” He said with a childish smile on his face.

“Oh really?” Jaehyun questioned. “Well I think it would be pretty rude of me to not invite two people with such great taste to the party.”

“Oh no.” Jas sang. “We should get home. You know... it’s dark and I can’t see.”

“You sure?” Jaehyun smirked, his dimples making an appearance.

“Well, you know I guess it wouldn’t hurt to stay a couple of minutes? You know?”

“Yes. Just a few minutes.”

“Stay as long as you like.”

The two of them laughed awkwardly, clearly starstruck.

“Let’s go in, shall we?” He opened his arms for you to wrap your own around, and you allowed him to lead you inside. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Heechul and Jasmine going in the trunk to change out of their pajamas.

His house was the definition of a dream. You felt like you were dreaming.

“You really do look so beautiful, baby.” He whispered in your ear, kissing it softly.

“Are you trying to rile me up so soon?”

“Maybe.”

“Well well well.” A voice called out. A red haired boy was approaching you and your boyfriend. You didn’t know whether he was Lucas or Yuta, but you knew he was one of them because he was on complete model status right now.

“Yuta.” Jaehyun spoke. “Surprised you’re here on time.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not always late.”

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Well hello, beautiful.” He grabbed both of your hands and kissed each one. “You must be the Y/N I’ve heard so much about.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you too.”

“Like?”

“That you’re a model.”

“Oh babygirl.” A deeper voice spoke. “We’re not just ‘a model’, we’re the models.”

“Never forget it.” Yuta added on, fist bumping his brother.

“Lucas.” He introduced himself.

“And on that note.” Jaehyun grabbed your hand, leading you away. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. They’re fun.” You said in a child like manner.

“You ready to meet my mom?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You took a deep breath, allowing your boyfriend to open the kitchen door for you.

“You’re fired!” A slender woman yelled. “I asked you to do one simple thing, and you can’t even do it. Get out.”

“What? I did it perfectly!”

“Not perfect enough. Goodbye!” She snatched the bowl out of his hands, and started to finish making whatever was in it.

“Mother.” Jaehyun spoke softly.

She looked up, angry eyes softening at the sight of her son. “Oh Jaehyun. You look so handsome.” She quickly ran and hugged him, clearly not realizing you were in the room as well.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He said, grabbing your hand.

She took your hands from his, sqeezing them. “Oh...nice to meet you...Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you too! I’ve heard so many good things about you and I’ve been so excited to meet you.”

“I’m gonna let you two spend a little time together.” Jaehyun smiled, secretly sqeezing your behind affectionately before walking back to the party.

“So...how long have you been dating my son?” Her demeanor was much different now. She wasn’t evil, but you could tell she didn’t play about Jaehyun.

Your smile still dazzled. “Two years.”

“Really?” It wasn’t a question. More of a statement. “What do you do for a living?”

“I do hair. I’ve been working at a salon for almost theee years now.”

She moved back to her bowl, where she no longer felt the need to keep eye contact with you. “Is doing hair your passion?”

“100%. One day I want to open up my own salon, or maybe even do hair for celebrities. One step at a time though.” You laughed, she didn’t.

“How do expect to pay for that? You certainly don’t expect my son to, do you?”

“Absolutely not.” You answered quickly. “I actually didn’t know how rich you guys were until like yesterday.” Once again, she didn’t find your jokes amusing. Why was this so difficult? What were you saying wrong? “I would never ask him to pay for anything for me.”

“He paid for you to get here.”

“I had no idea.” You sighed in defeat.

“Hm.” Was all she said. You were about to try and ask about her, but someone came in. “Mrs. Jung, your husband would like to speak with you. He’s on the phone.”

She didn’t even excuse herself. She simply left. You needed a drink. Actually, you needed Jaehyun.

“How did it go?” He questioned as you approached him at the bar.

“She hates me.” You pouted, putting your face on his shoulder.

“No one can hate you. She was probably just irritated because of the guy she fired.” In reality, Jaehyun had no idea.

“That poor guy.”

“I warned you.” He kissed your forehead. “But don’t worry. She’ll warm up.”

You wanted to tell him about the fact that she seemed disgusted with your life choices, and also question why he wasn’t more surprised, but Johnny approached him before you could.

“I need help bringing in some drinks. Mind if I steal him?” He winked.

“Not at all.” You sighed. The minute Jaehyun was gone, you dumped your head on the bar.

“It’s frustrating isn’t it.” A voice spoke. When you turned around, you saw a face that you didn’t know could exist. He was unreal. “Trying to impress her only to have her shut you out.”

“Are you married to one of them?” You were hoping to make a friend who survived this, getting a chuckle out of the slim boy.

“She’s my aunt, but my parents are just like her. I could make a billion dollars and they still wouldn’t be satisfied because it wasn’t two.”

“That’s not cool.”

“What do you do for a living anyways? How much property do your parents have?”

“None.” You whispered embarrassingly. “I’m a hairstylist.”

“Even better.” He smiled, taking the last sip of his drink. “If it makes you happy, that’s all that matters. I think I’m the only one in this family that understands that.”

“Where there’s one, there can be many more.”

“True. Taeyong, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“I know. We all do.”

“Great.” You sighed in defeat. “Just great.”

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“So, how did it go.” Johnny questioned as they closed the truck that held the last of the alcohol.

“Bad. I think. I should’ve did more to protect her. When she told me, I didn’t really sound like I cared even though I do. My mom is just-”

“Scary as shit.” Johnny finished for him.

“Exactly.”

“Johnny, may I have a moment with my son?”

“Yes ma’am.” He said, looking more terrified that Jaehyun had ever seen him. He ran away quickly.

“Everything alright?”

“Yes. I just wanted to tell you that your dad doesn’t think he’ll be able to make it.” Her voice was filled with sorrow.

“Oh.” Jaehyun sounded just as defeated. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah. Just got scheduled for more meetings. You know how it goes.”

He didn’t respond, deciding to listen to the sounds of nature around him.

“So about this Y/N girl.”

“I love her.” Jaehyun said before she could say anything else.

“Right.” She sighed.

“Did you not like her?”

“I just want what’s best for you. I don’t want you to end up with someone who’s only with you because of your last name or your looks.”

“Mama.” He grabbed her hands in his. “You raised me to be able to see who was using me and who wasn’t. Y/N didn’t even know about us and our wealth for two years straight. She loves me for me. I promise. I wouldn’t have brought her to you if I thought otherwise.”

“You’re right.” She shook her head. “Sorry for being so paranoid.

“It’s okay.” He took his mother in his arms, holding her tightly. “Just know that she won’t hurt me. And that I have good taste.”

“You said the same thing about Yuna.”

“When I was barely a man. It’s different this time. I mean it.”

“I know.” She said. She didn’t mean it though. If she had anything to do with it, you wouldn’t be together by the end of this wedding.

#nct #nct 127 #nct imagine #nct scenario #jaehyun #nct reaction #nct masterlist #nct fluff #nct angst

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carolinesbookworld · 5 years ago

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tagged by @kabeswaters and @swellwriting <3

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? 0

describe yourself in a hashtag? very similar to @fortisfiliae #stressedanddepressed

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? Harrison Osterfield

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? prepare for disaster

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? um...idk my boyfriend knows basically everything about me sooooooo

what’s your wake up ritual? wake up, turn off alarm (bc with this at-home learning stuff i’ve been waking up like literally 1 min before my alarm goes off???), text good morning to my bf, snapchat, discord bc moonlit fam talks allll night, tumblr, get out of bed, wash face, get dressed, coffee and breakfast it’s very specific

what’s your go to bed ritual? wash glasses and face bc my skin is soo oily by the end of the day so you best believe my glasses be needing washing everyday, shower, say goodnight to fam, text bf for like 15 mins or until he says goodnight, turn alarm on, plug in phone, go to sleep

what’s your favorite time of day? morning but specifically from 7:30 until 9

your go to for having a good laugh? FRIENDS as in the show

dream country to visit? Australia bc my dad once got to hold a baby koala there and i wanna do that so bad

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? so my family moved before my sophomore year so me and my bff started trying to surprise each other whenever one of us came to visit and the weekend of my birthday, she skypes me as she’s walking around what i thought was her house and then i start hearing an echo and next thing i know she’s standing in the doorway of my room and that was pretty much the best surprise ever

heels or flats/sneakers? sneakers converse

vintage or new? new but i love vintage aesthetic i just couldn’t live with it

who do you want to write your obituary? karli @swellwriting bc she is my brain twin and i would be mocking her horrible grammar and spelling from my grave and we would both get a good laugh about it in the afterlife

style icon? the mom i babysit for haha she’s like one of my best friends tho which sounds really weird but it’s true

what are three things you cannot live without? books, dogs, days that are exactly 65 degrees

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? um idk chocolate??

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? Sarah J. Maas, Eddie Redmayne, my boyfriend bc i haven’t had dinner with him for 47 days

what’s your biggest fear in life? losing the people i love...and spiders

window or aisle seat? window bc aisle makes me anxious that i’m in people’s way

what’s your current tv obsession? the cw’s nancy drew it’s so good please go watch it

favorite app? instagram, discord, or tumblr, depends on my mood

secret talent? um idk i can draw very realistic portraits of people when i take the time to

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? okay so technically this wasn’t me who did it but i was part of the adventure. when me and my boyfriend were just “friends” ie. liked each other and knew we liked each other but were too scared to admit it. anyway, we had this elaborate plan to shave our youth group leader’s head if we were able to bring in a certain amount of food for the food drive during vbs week. so yeah we spent like three days planning the whole thing out and then decided to go price shopping at walmart with all of our younger siblings bc we needed supervision or something lol to see how many individual things of food we could buy with $20 each we ended up just getting like 20 huge boxes of ramen and then his sister ended up throwing up so we took her home and then went back to church where my car was parked but instead of turning to get to church my boyfriend decides to go straight through the stop light (it was green okay) and spontaneously drive up into the foothills. well we get to the top of the foothills and we’re at the lake and we all get out to look at the city and my boyfriend claims that we need to document this moment so he takes a selfie with all of us and we somehow ended up right next to each other in it and i only found this out like three months ago (this happened back in june) that he only took the picture because he wanted one of us together in case we didn’t start dating lol so sweet and yeah, that was a very long story but i needed context instead of just saying “yeah we drove up a mountain”

how would you define yourself in three words? loyal, anxious, passionate

favorite piece of clothing you own? this dark coral dress that makes my eyes and hair look really pretty

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? a hoodie

a superpower you would want? i want to be able to project my thoughts into someone else’s mind bc i’m so bad at explaining stuff sometimes especially when it comes to how i feel

what’s inspiring you in life right now? ACOTAR series by Sarah J. Maas, highly recommend

best piece of advice you’ve received? opening up to more than one person is important because if you lose that person then you’ve lost all your support

best advice you’d give your teenage self? the friends who have stuck around this long are the ones you want to hang onto and the ones that you need are the ones you don’t always see

a book everyone should read? The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

what would you like to be remembered for? being a crazy dog mama

how do you define beauty? confidence in yourself and not caring what others think about you

what do you love most about your body? my metabolism

best way to take a rest/decompress? open a window to feel the breeze and listen to Islands by Hey Ocean! which is so calming to me

favorite place to view art? nature or tumblr

if your life was a song, what would the title be? we’re going with a fob/p!atd theme here and calling it “depression screwed me over so i screwed it back and ended up worse off”

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? piano

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? probably on my forearm or by my left hip

dolphins or koalas? koalas did i mention that i want to hold a baby koala

what’s an animal that represents you? great dane puppy ie. very excitable but will also take a four hour nap when tired

best gift you’ve ever received? my best friend made this photo collage for me when i moved that is hanging in my room and it has a bunch of pictures of me and her over the years and i just love it

best gift you’ve given? for christmas i gave my boyfriend a hammock and the bookshelf addition of clue, two things he had no idea i would remember him mentioning and his face was priceless. also i made my mom a cake for her birthday this year and she was so happy and said it made her feel very special <3

what’s your favorite board game? clue or ticket to ride (specifically nordic countries)

what’s your favorite color? currently a pale turquoise

least favorite color? any shade of light brown

diamond or pearls? diamonds

drugstore makeup or designer? drugstore bc i don’t wear makeup enough to validate buying designer, also i don’t really care

pilates or yoga? yoga

coffee or tea? coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee cof-

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? palindrome is wild because it means a word spelled the same way forwards and backwards but it itself is not one such word

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? milk

stairs or elevators? stairs

summer or winter? summer but like, only june

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? panera mac n cheese

a dessert you don’t like? red velvet cake which btw is not red-colored chocolate cake as many would have you believe

a skill you’re working on mastering? writing

best thing to happen to you today? i got to put all of my new plants in my windowsill and i named one of them (its name is albert in case you were wondering)

worst thing to happen to you today? idk today’s been pretty good as far as quarantine goes

best compliment you’ve ever received? my boyfriend calls me beautiful all the time and he always reminds me that that is describing looks and personality

favorite smell? coffee or my boyfriend’s sweatshirt for the week after i steal it

hugs or kisses? can i choose both?? depends on my mood mostly but i guess hugs if i just had to pick one

if you made a documentary, would it be about? literally anything relating to the mcu

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? a court of wings and ruin by sjm

lipstick or lipgloss? lipstick

sweet or savory? sweet

girl crush? literally any female in the teen wolf cast

how do you know you’re in love? hahahaha haha what's love

a song you can listen to on repeat? we fall apart by we as human or uma thurman by fob

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? idk my boyfriend probably, this is something we have discussed in depth

what are you most excited for/about this time in your life? for life to go back to normal

tagging @finnofamerica @woakiees @beskarjedi @outerlacy @swanimagines hahahahaha have funnnnn this took me an hour to answer

#about me #tag game

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sebs-anxiety-and-insanity · 4 years ago

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Drake & Cal

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Drake smiled looking over himself in the mirror. Baby blue shirt and black pants, his glasses had a small tint of black around the edges, complimenting his silver eyes. His green hair pushed to the side. He rocked on his feet a moment before picking up his bag, quickly heading down stairs. "Now, Dray, sit down and eat. And do take out the jewelry before your father gets here." Drake rolls his eyes grabbing a piece of toast. "Can't mom, I'll be late, and today I start my job so.... bye!" And with that Drake raced out the door. He sat at the bench and waited for the bus that would take him to his destination. He sighs pulling out his phone to scroll through tumblr.

A few minutes later the bus arrives, and Drake eagerly rushes in, scanning the seats before picking one beside his best friend. Their name was Bea, they had been best friends since they were kids, And knew everything about each other, so of course, they were the best choice. Bea still had their black hair, and dashing personality. "You ready?" Drake asked, Bea just now noticing his presence. "Whoa- Jesus- Don't do that!" Drake chuckles sliding his bag underneath his seat. "'Glowsticks- need I say more'?" Drake gestures to Bea's shirt. Bea looks up from their phone again. "Need I say more?" They slid their phone into their pocket. "So, what job do you think we'll get?" Drake smiles slightly bringing his right leg up to his chest. "I don't know, probably some fast food joint, it's what most teenagers get." They nod their head turning so that their back is against the window. "Yeah, probably.... but what if we get an exciting job? It's not unheard of!!" Drake rolls his eyes. "Your idea of exciting is the possibility of dying, but not dying. And while that's all good and all, I'd never hear the end of getting stuck with that kinda job." Bea punches his arm lightly. "It's not getting 'stuck' it's getting picked! You know the job picks you!!" Drake sighs. "You always did believe in that didn't you?" Bea leans forward, pointing in his general direction. "So did you," they leaned back laying their legs over Drake's. "And still do if I recall correctly." Drake drops his arms over Bea's legs, scoffing. "Yeah, don't remind me." A loud ding was heard throughout the bus, followed by the driver. "Its your driver, here, I advise you to get ready to exit the bus, uh, we are nearing our destination." Drake swatted at Bea's legs reaching down for his bag after they moved to get their own bag. "Well, I'm excited." Drake stands up setting his leg on the seat. "Yeah, well, I'm not." Bea rolls their eyes. "Alright grumpy pants, calm down." Drake scoffs as the bus comes to a halt. The doors slowly opened. "Alrighty, ladies, gents, and all you lovely people, we have reached our destination, please exit the bus, and watch your step!" Drake pushes off the chair and exits the bus, slowing his pace so Bea can catch up. In front of him was 'The Workplace Chooser', they couldn't choose a better name? It was huge. The glass windows reached the ceiling in the center of the building, the sides went on for a while, before they stopped and buses filled the next spots, getting ready to take the people to their new job. Bea nudged his shoulder, pulling their hair into a loose ponytail. "C'mon, slow poke." Drake picked up his pace, watching the fountains as they displayed the show of water. Bea ran up and held open the door, bowing when Drake got close enough. Drake walked into the building, taking in his surroundings. When you walk in there is a grand staircase, at either sides of the stairs there are purple plants. Many people were rushing by looking for their bus. Bea rolled their eyes dragging Drake up the stairs.

Drake groaned, not that anyone could hear his frustration, as the room was full to the brim with other teenagers. But he still let Bea drag him around. The room was divided into three sections, no apparent categories, and they all faced a big stage. Bea dragged him to the back row in the middle section. They both sat down watching the other teens closely. Soon enough the lights dimmed and the noise settled. A man in a suit walked up to the podium in the center of the stage. "Hello, future workers of good!!!! I know you are so excited for your jobs, correct?" Assorted cheers erupted through the crowds, and Drake slid further back into his chair. The man smiled, looking down seemingly at a peice of paper. "Alright, so this year we are going in groups of four, and we will start with the important jobs first." Drakes phone buzzed, sighing he sat up pulling out his phone. There was a new text. 'Has your brother been called yet?' Drake typed a quick 'no' before going back to listening to the speaker. "-t, and next is the helpers!!! We have just four of those in this year. Are you ready to see who these brave men, women, and people are?" More cheers erupted through the room, Bea being the loudest. Drake flinched, elbowing Bea lightly. "Alrighty! First up is, Seth Banks, Catlin Bea, Tiffany Grace," Bea nudged Drake grinning wickedly. "And Drake Brins! A round of applause for these great teens who have been chosen! Please find the bus outside your exit!"

Drake was shocked. So shocked he didn't notice being pulled out of the room. He snapped out of it shortly after being slapped a few times. A blonde girl was standing before him smiling sweetly, wearing a grey sweater, with shorts. "Hey there! You alright?" Drake looked around spotting Bea walking towards the group with their bags. Drake nodded and started to get up. The girl helped him to his feet. "I'm Tiffany, she/her pronouns!" Drake smiled. "Uh, Drake, he/him pronouns." Bea handed Drake his stuff before turning to the other person in the group, wearing a long sleeve shirt with jeans. Their hair was blood red. Bea looked at me before stepping closer to the individual. "That's Seth, he/him pronouns." Bea nodded, and Seth turned to us. "I'm fine, let's just go." It looked like Seth wiped his face before picking up his bags. "Okay, let's go!" Tiffany picked up her bag and walked with us. "So.... we are gonna be roommates?" Bea nodded excitedly. "Yeah! I know all about this job! Except you know the confidential things." Tiffany nodded, holding open the glass doors for us. I nodded, "Yeah, they were really hoping for this job." Bea nodded. "Ever since I knew it existed!!" We entered the bus and chose seats in the back. I pushed my bag under the seat as Seth sat down next to me, Bea and Tiffany a few rows up, on the other side of the bus. "Hey, Seth, how are you?" Seth chuckled a bit. "Like I said I'm fine, were you even listening?" I shrugged. "Yeah, but just making sure." Seth turned to me, scanning over my face before he gets closer to me. "You okay?" He asks laying his head on my shoulder. "Yeah, I guess." He scoffed dropping his bag on the floor. "Yeah, and I'm the queen of England!" "I just wasn't expecting this job, now, I've told you my problem, how about you?" He tensed as the bus started pulling out, and heading to their new work place. "Only if you want to of course," he nodded. "Yeah, thanks." He pulls out a pair of headphones and starts some music. "You wanna hear?" "Hm? Oh- yeah, sure." He hands out a ear bud, which I take and put in my ear, looking out the window as music played. "You have great taste in music." Seth nods crossing his arms. I lean on the window, watching the scenery. This is gonna be a long ride isn't it?

"Alrighty!! We have arrived at our destination!!! Congratulations, helpers!" Rolling my eyes I hand Seth back his earbud reaching for my bag. We all filed out of the bus as other buses did the same, the grand building standing in front of us, mainly secluded by miles and miles of trees, and what seemed to be a beautiful mansion, a bit older for most peoples taste, but I loved it. The fountain in front of it was overgrown, and the fences looked like they had been placed way after the house was built. We walked up to the doors and waited. A different group stood beside me, there was a boy, angry looking, like he didnt wanna be here. I snapped my head back to the doors so he wouldnt know I was staring. All of the sudden he punched my shoulder lightly. "I'm Markus, what about you?" Clearing my throat I nervously turn towards Markus. "Uh Drake, I really hope no problems arise, it is our first day." The boy rolled his eyes, dropping his arm around my shoulders. "yeah, yeah, hey listen, we should stick together, I got your back you got mine. You look like the type to deal some damage when needed." I pushed him off me. "No, I dont know if I can trust you. And even so, you dont look like the type to keep to yourself for even a second." He scoffed. "Yeah, okay buddy. I bet." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, I am the fifth precinct's leaders son. I'm no smart guy, but those clothes look like their fifth precinct. So watch yourself buddy." I scoff turning back to the doors as someone in a powdered suit walks out with a clipboard. "Hello helpers! Your ranks are posted in your quarters; Be wise my dear helpers, you have been chosen. Do not let us, or your precinct down. This is a great day for all of you." The lady looked at the clipboard for a moment before looking up. "Welcome to MCOU."

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“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.” with Erik 💕💕

How We Do Us

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black!Reader

Warnings: Language, Scarification, Violence

Prompt: “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

Word Count: 1861

Music: How We Do Us x Kehlani & Kyle Dion

There was something about the quote that made me immediately think of this song, so boom here it is.

“Go grab the box cutter, I got the bags.”

Manic expressions were exchanged as you entered into the apartment, Erik shadowing close behind with two duffel bags in tow. Excitement and adrenaline coursed through your veins with every step you made towards the bathroom. Erik had an exchange to make with some arms dealer, and as usual you accompanied him. The dealer made the mistake of thinking he could swindle Erik out of his weapons and the money, unfortunate for him. All that meant to you was that you had to get your hands dirty, which always made for a fun time with Erik. By the end of the night, the two of you walked out with the weapons, the money, and two more bodies under your belts.

Sauntering into the living area with the box cutter, your eyes landed on Erik hunched over the table as he peered through some documents. You made your way over to him, caressing his back as you spoke softly, “Do you want to go first or should I?”

“Whatever you want, my love,” Erik turned his head to look back towards you, his fiendish, chocolate-colored eyes enticing you. You gave him a nod of affirmation, lowering your hand down to the hem of his shirt and lifting it up slightly. Erik followed your lead and removed his shirt, laying it out on the kitchen table before he pulled out a chair and sat down.

You bit your bottom lip, fingers running over the rugged markings that adorned his body. Even after being with Erik for a year, your eyes still filled with amazement as you looked over his collection of keloids. You found them to be ironic; how was it possible for something so chaotic and heinous in meaning to appear in such a meticulous arrangement?

Your fingers scaled across his back in search of a vacant spot, soon finding two in the upper right region. In order to keep the blood loss at a minimum, you carefully angled the cutter and placed the blade along his skin, applying pressure as you dragged it about a centimeter in length. You repeated this process in the second location, Erik staying still throughout the whole process. After you finished up, you placed a kiss on each mark, making your way to his neck. Your lips lingered on his jawline, planting small kisses until he made an effort to turn his head towards yours, allowing for you to fully kiss him.

Erik broke the kiss, a dark smirk on his face as you handed over the box cutter. Now it was your turn. The first few scars were a bit painful, but now you took them like a champ and pleasured in the pain. You moved around to face Erik, stripping down your pants and lifting up your shirt in front of him. You definitely did not have as many scars as Erik, but you had your own growing collection and was proud of it.

Although you had much more room to choose from, Erik relatively chose the same area every time. There was something about scarring your abdomen that appealed to Erik, probably the fact that your breasts were left slightly unexposed with your shirt up. Either way, you were sure that Erik’s first choice would be the stomach and once again he proved you correct. His hand glided over your scars, his pointer finger tapping a spot underneath your right breast signaling that he was about to begin.

Unlike him, you had the pleasure of being able to watch him mark your body. This brought a wicked grin to your face when the blade made contact with your skin, a small trail of blood forming as Erik dragged it down. Once again, Erik’s fingers maneuvered around your stomach in search of the next target, deciding to repeat the process underneath your left breast. After he finished, Erik placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him. In turn, your hands held his face as you leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips. Depraved behavior such as this would have the average person running for the hills, but for you it was just another successful date night with your love.

Neither of you bothered to put your clothes back on, even as you went off to do your own thing in the kitchen. What was the point? They were going to end up back on the floor eventually. You shrugged at the thought, taking a sip of juice from as you walked away from the kitchen.

“What is it with you and letting them run off?”

Your question was in reference to your trip with Erik hours before. When the deal went sour, the arms dealer and his assistant quickly separated, one focused on the bag of money and the other focused on their life. The assistant was most likely an unwilling participant, but that didn’t change the fact that he posed as a potential threat to you and Erik. It didn’t take long to handle the dealer, so Erik decided to play a little game with the assistant. Taking a page from his previous partner’s book, Erik led the assistant to believe he could walk away as long as kept quiet about the night’s events. You even joined in on the fun and encouraged him to go before Erik changed his mind, and before you knew it he ran like his life depended on it. Erik wasted no time, shooting him twice in the back before he reached the door.

Erik let out a chuckle, “It’s funny. They get all relieved ‘nd shit, you can just see it in their face.” He motioned with his hands up in defense, circling around you in a joking manner, “Like ‘Oh no, today’s my anniversary! My girlfriend is gonna kill me!’ Lame ass, she ain’t the one ‘bout to kill you.”

You snorted in response, “Oh! Oh! And then the girls get to begging. ‘Please please, I didn’t mean it like that. I’ll do anything you want, sir. Anything.’” You wildly pressed yourself up against Erik, clutching onto his muscular arms as you pretended to plead for your life. You looked up at him with longing eyes, batting your lashes as you poked your bottom lip out.

“Anything, huh?” A dark chuckle escaped Erik’s lips as he grabbed you by the waist and quickly turned you around, pinning you down between his body and the table. Erik brought himself closer and you could feel his hard-on pressing against the thin material of your panties. His lips brushed against your ear as he uttered a low growl, “You sure about that?”

If there was one thing you loved, it was Erik’s voice when he was aroused. All of the animalistic growls and grunts he emitted excited you in an instant. Your response came out breathy, “Yes, yes.. Just please, don’t kill me.” You tilted your head slightly to look back at Erik, the lustful expression in your eyes matched by his crazed and impure appearance.

It was as if the two of you were under the influence of something, but not a drug. It was something natural, impossible to manufacture or create. Sure, part of it could be attributed to the adrenaline rush from the mission, but there was more to it. Deep down, both of you contained something that could only be brought out by the other. You fed off of his energy and him off of yours, creating a bond that could not be broken.

Erik turned you around and hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you up onto the table and shoving things out of the way. He wore a wild grin on his face, his golden fangs gleaming in contrast to the dark aura exuding from him, “No promises.”

One thing was for sure, he was going to kill something tonight.

Four rounds. Four fucking rounds. Erik wore you out in just about every position you knew to be possible. After the last round, you put on his shirt and laid on top of him, listening to the smooth rhythm of his heartbeat through his chest. Unfortunately, a phone rang out from the kitchen and interrupted your peaceful silence. My Main by Mila J was playing from your phone, which could only mean one thing. Your best friend was calling, making it now three times in the past 24 hours.

“Gladys keeps calling me, thinks I’m in some sort of trouble with you.” You rolled your eyes a little, sitting up on his lap, “Like damn, I love her but girl get some dick and hop off mine.”

Erik chuckled softly as he rested his hands on your hips, “And what do you think?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to. I think being with you feels right.” You noticed a dried smudge of blood on Erik’s cheek, probably from the deal earlier. You licked your thumb and wiped it off, showing him with a smile, “Plus, I think we make a pretty good team.”

“Good looking out,” Erik hands moved along your sides, caressing your back and lifting up your shirt in the process. He glanced at the small area of scars on your stomach, smiling faintly, “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.” His eyes were now a warm and enchanting shade of brown as they met yours, waiting for a response.

You couldn’t help but pause and give him a look of confusion, “I.. huh. Really?” That was definitely not the way you wanted to respond but you were thrown for a loop. Sentimental moments with Erik came once in a blue moon, being a huge contrast to his usual manic behavior.

“I’ve always felt so lost and alone in the world, like no one could completely understand me. Not until you.”

“You remember when you went off at that guy in the grocery store?” You and Erik met under an odd set of circumstances. After a man made some crude comments and unwanted advances towards you and Gladys, Erik happened to step in. You watched as he chewed the man out through statements laced with forceful warnings and threats, and you were absolutely smitten. “I knew then and there you were the one for me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought. It was almost as if you and Erik were purposefully brought together, like it was written in the stars. You two complimented each other well, understanding the unusual quirks and tendencies you both possessed.

“And I know I can be,” you pretended to get emotional, fanning your eyes while you exaggerated your voice, “like super emotional and annoying but like, I just love you so much.” You faked some tears with your face covered, occasionally peeking to see if Erik was watching.

All he did was shake his head and laugh, “You crazy, you know that?” He pecked your lips, “But that’s why I’m in love with you.”

#erik killmonger fanfiction #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x you #erik killmonger #erik stevens x you #erik stevens x reader #black panther fanfiction #killmonger fanfiction #mywritingnshit

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2whipped4haz-and-tom · 7 years ago

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Dares: Part 3 (Tom Holland x Reader)

I’m SO SORRY THIS HAD TAKEN WAY SO LONG. IM SO SORRY IM SO SORY IM SO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope you guys enjoy this <3

Word Count: 2338

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: cursing only (lmk if theres anything though <3), angst

Tag List: aussie-mantle, j-k-aesthetics, no-username9, ma-feffka, sophiphillips

MASTERLIST

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You missed him. You missed him so much, it was all you did in the day. You could be walking to Starbucks to grab yourself a latte and some cake pops, and there you were, missing Tom.

Stupid asshole. You’d think after his face would pop into your head.

You were always stuck between being angry at what he’d done to you, and being heartbroken over the same thing. But mostly, you were sad. You’d cry at night, holding the teddy bear he’d given you for your birthday, which somehow smelled like him (that was probably all in your head, but it did nothing to diminish the sadness from you.)

It sucked to leave the movie before it was even done. But to spend another day around Tom would’ve been too much; you couldn’t trust that you’d stay into character and not burst into tears.

“I know it hurts. But you shouldn’t let it stop you from going to auditions.” Zendaya told you, a week after the movie was finished filming.

“I know but...”

“But Tom isn’t worth all these tears.” she said. You winced. You knew she loved Tom; they were as close as two people could be. They were meant for each other. You’d never seen two people better fit to be friends than them. That’s probably what you hated so much about this whole thing. Zendaya always pitted herself against Tom for you, and it wasn’t fair.

“Zendaya… Don’t say that.” You said.

“Say what?”

“Tom’s your friend. You don’t have to hate him for me.” You smiled at her.

She sighed. “Yeah, I know. But when I see your face and how much you’re hurting, it's kinda hard to not be mad at him.”

You nodded your head. She started speaking again. “Maybe you should talk to him. It might help you get over it.”

As if he knew we were talking about him, Tom called at that moment. You knew it was him, because it was the Spider-Man theme song. He’d demanded that be his ringtone, the big dork.

Zendaya looked at you expectantly. “No, I am not answering it. Fuck him.” You said, your voice cracking. Tears started falling out again. “I hate him so much. What is he doing to me?”

Zendaya didn’t say anything, only held you as you cried your eyes out while rubbing your back soothingly.

This needed to stop, and it needed to stop, like, last week. But for right now, you just wanted to wallow in your pain and heartbreak for a little while longer.

“Do you think she’s gonna be there? She has to be there. The whole cast is supposed to be there.” Tom rambled.

Harrison swung his arm around Tom’s shoulders. “Yes, she’ll be there. Zendaya swore she would.”

Tom nodded but still looked worried. It was the first time he was going to see you in almost a month. He was excited and nervous. Excited because he was finally going to see the love of his life again after all this time, and nervous because he was going to admit everything to you. He hoped you still felt the same way about him. If you didn’t… Well, he didn’t want to dwell too long in those thoughts.

“Well, come on, mate. We don't wanna be late.” Harrison said, slapping Tom on the shoulder. Both boys walked out of the house together.

The party was in full swing when Tom and Harrison got there. Tom immediately began to look for you, but there were too many people. Too many people between him and the love of his life.

He and Harrison walked around, greeting all the people they knew, and even speaking to the ones they didn’t. But he couldn’t remember any of those conversations. His mind was preoccupied on you. What would he say to you? He’d been thinking about that since you left, but there was never anything good. Everything either sounded too cliche or not real enough. He needed to be real. It was you, for Christ’s sake. You deserved the world.

And then, a light seemed to shine on one particular spot near the bar, where you stood. He swore there were angels singing and harps playing; that definitely wasn’t in his head. Nope not at all.

He started walking to the bar before a man came out of nowhere, and put his hand on your waist.

“Who the fuck is that?” Tom asked Harrison with disgust.

“Uh, well...” Harrison said. He knew damn well who that was, but he couldn’t bring himself to answer Tom’s question.

“That’s who Y/N has been going out with.” Zendaya said, walking up behind the boys. She seemed smug in her answer, but after seeing Tom’s face, a mixture of jealousy and heartbreak written on it, she added, “They’ve only gone on one date, it's nothing serious.”

Tom nodded, barely registering anything Zendaya was saying. “I’m going to go talk to her.”

Before Harrison or Zendaya could stop him, Tom was running and pushing through the bundle of people separating him and you.

“Y/N!” Tom shouted. He threw a smile on his face, refusing to make you see his sour mood. That would not be good in his quest to win you over.

“Tom...” You said breathlessly.

“Who’s your date?” Tom asked.

Zendaya swore she was going to keep Tom away from you until you were ready to face him. Then you had even gone as far as calling Jacob, and asked him to help Zendaya.

Both were traitors.

“Tom...” You said again, when he was standing directly in front of your face. Not only had he had the nerve to come up to you, he also decided to ask you who your date was. How dare he?

You wished you could answer him honestly; that your date, Samuel, here (bless his soul he was being a good sport about everything) was just a way to make Tom jealous.

But he didn’t even seem jealous in the slightest. His smile was easy and friendly; just like before that wretched kiss happened.

“Hey, Y/N.” He leaned down and gave you a chaste kiss on your cheek. “How’ve you been?”

Samuel, bless his soul, snuggled in closer to you, his arm wrapping tighter around your waist. “You must be Tom.”

Samuel sounded pleasantly jealous, exactly the voice you’d been hoping from Tom.

Maybe now was the time to explain who Samuel exactly was.

You’d met Samuel, a very gay man, at a coffee shop the day after the kiss. He looked incredibly straight, and nothing about his appearance or voice or anything indicated that he liked men. Which of course was by no means of guessing a person’s sexuality, but… there was usually something that gave it away.

When Samuel very politely complimented your t-shirt, you immediately started yelling at him, asking who he thought he was flirting with you. After Samuel explained that he was “strictly dickly”, you both sat down and became friends. When you had explained to him the whole Tom situation, he suggested that he be your date to the party, in order to make Tom jealous. After that idea was planted in your head, you had to go through with it. Which is how you ended up here.

“Yup. Tom Holland. I worked with Y/N on Spider-Man: Homecoming.”

“Yeah, she told me all about you.” Samuel said flippantly. “Y/N, wanna go dance?”

You looked up at Samuel and fought as hard as you could to not look at Tom. You didn’t answer, just took Samuel’s hand and walked towards the dance floor.

She ignored me. Tom thought to himself. When Harrison stepped next to Tom, he repeated this same sentence.

“Well, it is the first time either of you are seeing each other in a while. She was just shocked.” Harrison said nervously. “We were supposed to give her a while before you went to her-”

“We were supposed to?”

“Well-”

“Who’s we?”

“I-”

“What are you guys planning?”

“Well, if you let me explain!”

Tom breathed in, then gestured for Harrison to speak.

“Thank you. Now as I was trying to say. Y/N asked us to keep you away from her until she was ready to talk to you.”

“And you were helping them? Who even is them?”

“Jacob, Zendaya, Tony-”

“So pretty much everyone?”

“Yes, and to answer your other question: yes I’m helping them. I think Y/N is perfectly rational in her wanting some time before she sees you. You’re both pretty heartbroken.”

“I guess...”

“Mate, he’s gay.”

That got Tom’s attention. “That bloke she’s with?”

“That bloke happens to be pretty cool, and he’s an excellent cook-”

“Okay, right sorry, but he’s gay? That means she hasn’t moved on.”

“Yes, that means she hasn’t moved- Tom, calm down. You don’t have to look for her now- Tom! Bloody hell.” Harrison didn’t even bother trying to follow his friend.

10 minutes had barely passed before Tom managed to track you down again.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you.”

You looked at Samuel. This whole night he’d been helping you with Tom, and every time you wanted to give in to him, Samuel would pull you away. But not this time.

“I’m fine here. You both can go talk.”

You gave him a confused look, and he gently pushed you away from him. Tom grabbed your hand, intertwined your fingers and dragged you away, to the hallway where the bathrooms were, and it was surprisingly empty.

“Y/N-”

“Tom, I can’t do this now.”

“Do what?”

“Talk. I-I don’t think I’m ready.”

“There’s nothing to be ready about, we’re just talking. We always talked. We used to talk for hours on end, when we should’ve been sleeping. We can talk, Y/N. It’s just like before.”

“No, it’s not.” You whispered.

Tom sighed, then moved his hand to tuck a strand of hair away from your face. “I know I fucked up, Y/N. I’m trying to fix it.”

You shook your head slightly. “I don’t know if it can be.”

“Don’t say that. Please don’t say that. This can be fixed, okay? We can be fixed.” He looked into your eyes. “Remember what the cast used to say? We were soulmates. Whether they meant platonic or not, it’s still true. We’re soulmates. We belong together.”

Tears started pouring down your face. “Tom-”

“I need you, okay? I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, but I need you. You… God, you’re so amazing, Y/N. You’re my other half, and I can’t live without you.”

It was all the right words. It was everything you’d always dreamed he’d say to you if he ever fell in love with you. But with all that happened, how could you believe him?

“Please tell me you still feel the same.” He took your hands into his and stared even more intensely, if that were possible, into your eyes.

“Tom… How do I know you mean what you say?”

“Because I’m saying them. I’m saying them and I mean them.”

“Tom, it took you a long time to figure out your feelings. You’ve always said it to yourself, you could never admit your feelings-”

“But I can change. I swear, Y/N, I can change. I’ll change for you.”

You shook your head. “No, because what happens when you fall out of love? It’ll be weeks, or even months before you admit that to yourself, and by then it’ll be too late. We’ll end up in a horrible relationship, Tom. I don’t want to risk our friendship for that.”

“But we’re not gonna ruin our friendship,” he was practically begging. “We’re only making it stronger. I love you.”

“Stop, please, Tom.”

“No, look at me. I love you. And you love me too. I know I fucked up, but I swear nothing like that will happen again. I know how I feel. And I feel in love with you.”

“Fine, but I don’t love you! Okay? Is that better? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Tom had the gall to smirk. “You don’t mean that.”

“Wha-I-Yes I do!”

His smirk fell and he turned serious. “I know I hurt you. And you’re scared to trust me again. That’s okay. I can wait. Because I do love you. And not even the girl I’m in love with can change my mind. I can wait, Y/N-”

“You’ll be waiting a long time.” You said.

“I’ll wait for as long as I have to. Because you’re worth it, darling.” His smirk came back on. “I’ll call you later.” He winked, gave you a kiss on your cheek, and stared at you as he walked backwards, back into the party.

You had the urge the scream right then. How dare he? How dare he do this to me? I can’t deal with this, I can’t deal with this, I can’t de-

“Y/N?” Samuel called as he rounded the corner to find you leaning against the wall, tears still running down your face. Samuel walked over to you.

“I thought if you guys talked you’d resolve things, but I’m afraid they might’ve gotten worse.”

You snorted. “That’s an understatement.”

“Do you wanna go home?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, that might be good.”

You and Samuel walked out of the venue, hand in hand. The night hadn’t ended the way you hoped.

The night had ended just as Tom had hoped. He got to explain his feelings now and he got to apologize. And you cried. The fact that that made him happy surely meant he was an asshole. But you cried. It meant you still had feelings for him. All he needed to do was get you to trust him again. It sounded easy in his head, but he knew it wasn’t.

It was time for Tom to call in everyone he knew in order to help him win his girl back.

#tom holland #tom x reader #tom holland fic #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #zendaya #zendaya coleman #tom holland imagine

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The Runaways - The Elephant in the Room (2/3)

Beware, this is long and there is a lot that happens. I’m so overwhelmed by your responses to last week’s chapter! @outlandishchridhe and I really had far too much fun writing this story. I was glad that I could use some references from both the book and the episode for this chapter. As always, let me know what you think!

If you missed the first part, you can catch it HERE

The next several months saw Jamie and Claire sending letters to each other as often as they could. He kept each one in a hollow beside his rosary beads, hidden away and safe. Sometimes, when the other servants were sound asleep, he’d light a candle stub and read them over again.

She told stories of her travels, of the crazy things her father did, the animals she’d seen, the food she’d eaten. Jamie read each detail over and over until he nearly had them memorized. He’d never felt this close to someone before, at least not to someone outside his family. But each word she wrote sang to him, freeing his soul of the weight of providing for his family.

In return for her stories, he told her what few tales he had. His work at Helwater didn’t lend itself to dramatic telling, but he did his best. Each letter he wrote, he wondered if it would make her smile or laugh.

As the time passed, Jamie began counting the days until Christmas. Claire had no way to tell him exactly when she’d arrive, but he knew it would be soon. He’d developed a habit of checking the road every morning for a cab or pair of horses.

One morning, his slight obsession paid off. He saw a black cab heading down the road for the house. His heart lurched at the prospect of seeing her again, with her mass of dark curls and eyes full of intelligence. All he wanted to do was see the way her cheeks flushed pink when she laughed too hard and the way her eyes glittered.

Careful to keep his walk at an appropriate pace, he made his way down to the house to meet the cab. The driver held the door for Lambert and offered a hand. Jamie suppressed a joyful grin when Claire’s head popped out of the door. Stepping around the other groom, he took her hand and helped her from the cab.

“A pleasure to see you again,” Lamb said to his brother.

“You as well, Quentin. And your daughter is looking lovely as ever.”

Lamb turned and gazed fondly at Claire.

“Yes, she is. Blossoms like her mother did. Mac! Glad to see you’re still around! Best groom I’ve met in all my travels.”

“I thank ye for the compliment, my lord,” Jamie said, bowing. “It’s a pleasure to see ye as well, Mistress Beauchamp.”

Claire blushed slightly and pleasure coiled around Jamie’s heart.

“And you, Mac. Father, perhaps we could all go for a ride, later? I’m dying to see a proper English countryside.”

“Perhaps tomorrow, my darling,” Lamb said. “We’ll need a good wash before dinner, if my sister in law has her way.”

“Of course,” she said. “Shall we go inside, then?”

Jamie watched her go for a moment before putting his hands in his pockets and heading for the barn. When he’d helped Claire out of the cab, she’d slipped a small note to him. He couldn’t read it yet, but he’d be able to soon.

Finishing his chores as quickly as he could, he hid himself in a dark corner of the barn to read the note.

J- I must see you. I will bring your Christmas gift to the spot we first talked. Please come. Yours, C

Folding it back up, he put it back in his pocket. His heart soared, just knowing she wanted to see him as badly as he wanted to see her. And she had a gift for him? That was good, the gift he’d give her wouldn’t be one sided.

Pausing just beyond the small clearing, Jamie took a deep breath. He’d washed and put on the cleanest shirt he had. He’d even gone so far as to plait his hair. In his hands was the gift he’d spent the last year creating for her. It was wrapped in a scrap of oiled leather to keep it safe until he could give it to Claire.

“Jamie!”

That single word gave him a rush of emotion he didn’t know how to sort. But the excitement in her voice and in her face was overwhelmingly genuine. She controlled herself and walked up to him, her cheeks pink with pleasure.

“It’s good to see ye, Mistress.”

“Must you be so formal?”

“No,” he said softly. “I suppose not.”

Offering her a formal bow, he straightened and met her gaze.

“It’s verra good to see ye… Claire.”

She visibly shuddered and closed her eyes.

“I’ve waited an awfully long time to hear you say my name,” she said.

“And I, you.”

They stared at each other for a long time, a perpetual smile on both their faces.

“Come, lass,” he said, hand under her elbow. “Sit wi’ me a while.”

Helping her onto the log, he took his seat beside her. To his absolute delight, she scooted closer until they were nearly touching, if not for all her skirts.

“Will ye tell me abou’ the elephants?” he asked eagerly, staring at the way the starlight lit her face.

“I’m fairly sure I told you about them last time. And in several of my letters,” Claire said, smiling at him.

A gentle breeze played with her hair, blowing it around her face like a great cloud. She always refused to wear a cap, despite her cousin’s protestations. Tonight she hadn’t done anything to it and he wanted to run his fingers through it.

“Aye, but I love the way ye tell it. Ye make me feel like I was there, riding it wi’ ye.”

“Well… I can’t exactly give you an elephant ride, but I can give you this.”

A small, heavy object landed in his hand, wrapped in velum.

“I have something for ye as well.”

Handing over his own gift, he waited.

“At the same time?”

“Aye.”

He tore the velum off and stared in awe at the item it held. It was a small elephant carved out of white jade, the detail too fine to see in the poor light. When Claire gasped, Jamie remembered she was opening his gift as well.

“Jamie! This is magnificent!”

He’d begun carving the box the day she’d left, knowing she’d find some use for it. She was always collecting plants and things for her medicinals. But he’d made it special by carving a thistle onto the lid.

“Did you make this yourself?” she asked, tracing the smooth wood with one elegant finger.

“Aye. I ken ye always collect things, so I thought ye might like to have a wee box.”

“It’s remarkable, truly. Thank you, Jamie. I think I know just what I’ll put in it.”

She set the box down gently beside the jade elephant and turned to face him. He wanted very much to kiss her again. Nearly every night since he’d last seen her, he’d dreamed of kissing her and… a few other things.

“Can I ask you about something?” she said quietly.

“Aye, mo nighean donn. Ask me anything ye like.”

“Was it alright that I kissed you? When I was here last?”

His brows shot up in surprise.

“Alright? Christ, lass. I’ve been dreamin’ about it every night since then!”

“I did too. I had to keep myself from trying to talk Father into coming back early. He’d be suspicious that I wanted to come back here but… it felt like such a long time, being away from you.”

“A verra long time. But we dinna need to dwell on that just now. Ye’ve come back and I’m still here.”

Slowly she reached out and cupped his face, her thumb caressing his cheek. He met her lips in pure bliss, tasting her deeply. She moved closer, his arms sliding around her waist. For several moments, he lost himself in her, not caring if they got caught.

When they pulled apart, he rested his head against hers, taking in the warmth of her.

“That was even better than I remembered.”

“Aye,” he whispered. “I must agree that ye ken what you’re doing.”

“Tell me I can come see you again?” she asked, nuzzling her nose against his.

He ran a few strands of her hair through his fingers, absorbing her touch as if it were sunlight.

“Aye. Any time ye please. I’m no’ hard to find. Just promise me one thing, Sassenach.”

“What?”

“That you’ll tell me of the elephants again.”

Her laugh filled the night and filled his soul as she kissed him once more.

“I’ll tell you that story as often as you like.”

They walked back together as far as they could without being seen. Jamie watched her go for as long as he could before climbing back up to where he slept. He took the little jade elephant out of his pocket for a moment to stare at it before he hid it away with his other treasures.

Jamie finished his repairs on the fence around the barn and wiped his face. He prepared to get one of the new colts out for a stretch, but he heard voices. Turning, he smiled a little when he saw Claire. That smile disappeared when he saw her cousin Geneva walking beside her.

“Daddy got him for me,” Geneva was saying. “An early Christmas present.”

“That’s very kind of him,” Claire said, keeping her eyes dutifully on her cousin.

“You’ve got to see how he moves. He’s just the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen.”

The girls approached the barn and Jamie greeted them.

“Mistress Dunsany, Mistress Beauchamp. What can I do for ye?”

Geneva stepped closer to him and put a hand on his arm.

“Mac, fetch my new horse for me.”

“At once, Mistress.”

Dipping his head, he turned on his heel and went into the barn for the horse. As was his usual practice, he took the gelding to the exercise ring before putting a saddle on for Geneva.

“See, Claire? Isn’t he just beautiful?”

“He is quite a stunning horse,” Claire said, raising an eyebrow at Jamie behind her back.

“He is. And he’s mine. He’s the finest one Daddy could find for me.”

Claire made to follow Geneva into the ring, but she stopped her.

“No, you can’t. I don’t want you to spook him!”

Geneva had nearly spooked the young horse herself with her shrill tone, but she didn’t seem to notice. Claire had taken a step back out of the ring and watched. Geneva tried once - and tried was an understatement - to mount the horse herself, which Claire knew she was more than able to do, then turned to Jamie and demanded he help to lift her onto the saddle. Claire was hyper aware of Geneva’s hands, watching as she purposefully placed them over Jamie’s.

“Mac! Make him learn faster! I want him to be ready to ride out as quickly as possible! You need to make this your top priority!”

Geneva droned on and on at Jamie, seemingly forgetting Claire was even outside with her anymore. Jamie responded to her as he would, glancing up at her when she spoke. When Geneva finally looked over to Claire, she smiled widely.

“See Claire? Isn’t he just perfect?!”

The horse finally spooked hard and tried to buck Geneva off, but Jamie was too quick for him. He had Geneva off and the horse calmed before any harm could come to either of them. Geneva pretended to stumble, grasping Jamie and burying her face in his chest for a moment. He moved them off, after just a moment too long in Claire’s opinion, and Geneva stepped back.

“See Mac! He needs work! I want him to be the best!”

“Aye, Mistress. We’ll all be workin’ wi’ him. He’s just skittish wi’ the loud noise,” Jamie responded, pointedly.

Geneva huffed.

“Well, I want him ready for spring. Make sure he gets all the proper training every day!”

Jamie bowed towards her slightly, then went to unharness the horse from his saddle. It didn’t escape Claire’s notice the way that Geneva was eyeing Jamie as he worked, a look of understated lust in her eyes. It was making her quite uncomfortable if she was honest about it.

They watched a moment longer as Jamie led the horse towards them, murmuring softly to the creature to keep him calm.

“Oh yes. Make sure he’s very well trained, Mac,” she said quietly and pointedly to Jamie whilst Geneva continued to prattle on, being sure to reach up and touch the horse, and Jamie’s hand, before they continued on their way.

Jamie shot her a frustrated look and took the horse inside. The sounds of the two ladies faded as they walked back up to the house.

“It isne your fault,” Jamie said to the gelding as he began brushing the horse down. “Her voice will take some getting used to. But you’re a braw lad, I ken ye can do it.”

That night, Jamie waited at their spot beside the lake, hoping to talk to Claire about what had happened. The irritated glance and her final comment had gotten under his skin. They needed to talk about this. She needed to know Geneva meant nothing to him and he was nothing to her. All he was, and would ever be, was the man who fetched her horse.

But Claire never came.

Jamie forced himself to walk back to his bed. He held the little jade elephant for a while before hiding it once more. Claire had refused to see him, but he needed to explain things.

Lord Dunsany and Lambert were going out for a long ride first thing in the morning. The Dunsany women would be indoors with their own activities. If he knew Claire - and he did - she’d be out gathering her wee herbs.

The following morning, after seeing the men off, Jamie started on his chores. When he finally caught sight of Claire, she was near the edge of trees, wrist-deep in the dirt. This was the best opportunity he was likely to get.

Moving on silent feet, he came up behind her and clapped a hand over her mouth. Before she could draw too much attention, he took her into the shadows of the trees and pressed her back against one.

“Hush, woman!” he hissed, looking around.

Glaring hard at him, she bit down on his hand, forcing him to yank it back.

“You bastard!”

“I wouldna have had to do that if ye’d have talked to me!”

“Talked to you!? About what, exactly?”

He huffed and released his hold on her.

“Ye ken what about. There is nothing between Geneva and me.”

“So her ‘needing’ your help to get on the horse was nothing? Or the way she was touching you was nothing?”

“Aye! I dinna care a thing about her!”

Claire folded her arms over her chest.

“Certainly didn’t look like nothing.”

“This odd behavior of hers has been happening more and more the last few weeks. But I swear to ye Claire, there is nothing between us.”

“She practically threw herself at you! Pretended like I didn’t exist and had her hands all over you!”

Clenching both hands into fists, he glared at her.

“Ye think I liked that?”

“You didn’t do anything about it.”

“And what would ye have me do, then? Push her away? Let her fall off the damn horse and hurt herself? Aye, I would have done that if no’ for putting my job in jeopardy. I’ve told ye my family depends on me keepin’ this.”

Claire turned away from him and began pacing. Jamie remained where he was, still clenching his fists.

“You didn’t have to help her onto the horse.”

“Christ almighty, woman! Ye’ve no reason to be jealous! I dinna have eyes for Geneva Dunsany. I dinna love her. I love you.”

“But you-” she stopped, facing away from him.

The pounding of his heart was so loud he was sure Claire could hear it. He’d just put his soul out in the open for her and had no way to take it back. But he wouldn’t take it back, even if he had the chance. She stood frozen in place, as rigid as stone.

After a long few minutes, she finally turned to him and met his gaze.

“Y-you said…”

He felt his ears turn red with embarrassment. This hadn’t been the way he’d planned on telling her about how he felt, but it was out there now.

“Aye. I said that I loved ye,” he said, voice a little sharp as he tried to calm himself. “And I meant it. So maybe now ye can trust that when I tell ye I’ve never looked at her that way, it’s the truth.”

“I didn’t… I didn’t realize.” Her cheeks burned pink she processed his words.

Forcing his hands to relax, Jamie ran them through his hair as he met her wide, stunned eyes.

“Ye didna ken, Sassenach. But ye do now, so ye ken I’ve no feelings for Geneva.”

She paused only for a moment.

“I trust you. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“Forgiven, lass. Just talk to me next time, aye?” he asked softly, reaching his arms out towards her.

Claire nodded and stepped into his embrace.

“Has she really been acting that way for a while?”

Jamie shrugged.

“Aye. But there isne much I can do about it.”

Claire let out a long sigh and looked up at him. One thick strand of hair floated loose and he tucked it behind her ear, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. Pushing up onto her toes, she pressed her lips to his. Jamie wanted to make the kiss last forever, just to keep her there with him. But the distant sound of hoofbeats forced them apart. She smiled up at him and took half a step back.

“I’ll see you around, Jamie Fraser.”

The next day, Jamie was exercising one of the younger horses when someone cleared their throat. Slowing the horse, he turned to see who had come to see him and was shocked to see Geneva.

“Fetch my horse. You will accompany me on my ride today.”

Jamie dipped his head and put the horse away. Geneva waited impatiently for him to saddle and bridle both horses, her foot tapping rapidly on the dirt. With a sigh and a silent prayer for strength, Jamie nudged his horse to follow behind Geneva as they left the main grounds.

Claire hoped to talk with Jamie for a while, having nothing else to do. She wandered down to the barn, looking for him with no luck. One of the other stable hands came out of a stall and she stopped him.

“Do you know where Mac has got off to?” she asked, nearly stumbling and calling him by his true name.

“Oh,” the hand said, bowing hastily. “Yes, my lady. He was chosen to accompany Lady Geneva on her ride today. They’ll likely be gone for some time.”

Claire sighed and resisted rolling her eyes.

“Thank you.”

With her conversational partner at the mercy of Geneva Dunsany, Claire decided to go hunting for herbs. There were a few jars in her medicine box that could do with refilling, so she gathered them up and left the house.

She’d gone much further into the forest than she’d intended, but had found some wild mushrooms that would be of use. With her knife, she carefully cut them from their hiding place and put them into the jar.

Coming around a tree, Claire looked up and saw two horses. One was Geneva’s newest toy, the other was one she’d seen in the barn before. Moving carefully closer, Claire caught sight of Geneva lying on the ground. Jamie stepped up and gathered Geneva in his arms, making Claire’s lip curl.

“See, Mac?” Geneva said sweetly. “I told you that you had to do whatever I said.”

The expression on Jamie’s face dropped suddenly and he released his hold on the girl. She fell promptly into a very wet mud puddle.

“I trust ye can find your own way home.”

Geneva demanded Jamie return, but he mounted his horse and left. Claire smiled to herself and decided to finish hunting for her herbs.

That night, Claire snuck out and went down to the lake where Jamie sat on the fallen log. Sitting down beside him, she smiled at him.

“Evening, Sassenach.”

“Evening, Mr. Fraser.”

His eyes narrowed at her.

“Wasne sure if I’d see ye tonight.”

Claire leaned forward and kissed him, drawing herself closer. He was surprised at first, but embraced her back.

“Why wouldn’t I have come tonight?”

“Gerald said ye came by the barn and he told ye I was out riding wi’ Geneva.”

She nodded slowly, combing one hand through his hair.

“I did go looking for you, but I wasn’t sure when you’d be back. So I went herb hunting.”

“Find anything of interest?”

“I found you dropping Geneva in rather a large puddle of mud.”

His ruddy brows shot up and his eyes went wide.

“Ye saw that?! I didna think anyone was around!”

“I don’t know what you talked about before that, but I heard what she said and saw you drop her. I’ve been waiting to see you all day.”

Without warning, he pulled her into his lap, arms tight around her middle.

“So ye saw what I did to your cousin and ye waited to see me all day. Then when ye do find me, nearly the first thing ye do is kiss me? I must say, Sassenach, I’m verra glad ye saw that, then.”

“I am too. Honestly I’m surprised someone hasn’t done that to her before.”

For a few minutes, they sat quietly and held each other comfortably. Their lips met again, gentle and urgent. When his body began to respond to hers, he let the kiss end before things got too awkward.

“I’m not going to go another year without seeing you,” Claire said firmly, arms wrapped around Jamie’s neck.

“I dinna like the thought of that either, mo nighean donn,” Jamie started. “But I ken ye canna just leave where yer father is to come here.”

“Yes, well,” Claire said, stalling. “He does know that I’m not overly fond of visiting here. Or at least I haven’t been in the past.”

She sighed heavily, letting Jamie pull her closer to him, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her.

“And do ye enjoy coming here now?”

“There might be something that has me wanting to come back.”

Jamie smiled proudly, moving in for another kiss.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Claire interrupted. “I meant the horses, not you.”

He made a Scottish sound of disgust and muttered in Gaelic. Claire lost herself in a fit of giggles.

“See if I let ye kiss me again, after sayin’ something like that,” he said sourly.

“I’m sorry,” she said through another giggle. “I much prefer your company to any of the horses.”

“Ye say that now…”

She turned his face back to hers and kissed him deeply.

“And I mean it.”

They sat together for a short time more.

“I hate that I’m leaving soon,” she said, so quietly he almost didn't hear her.

“Aye, I dinna like it either. But I’ll write ye as often as may be.”

“Jamie,” she started again, her tone serious. “I just… about the other day. You said…”

She paused, trying to pull her thoughts together. Jamie held her gaze as she did so, every feeling running across her face.

“I didn't have time to have it sink in. And I didn't answer you at all.”

She went to continue but he stopped her, fingers softly touching her mouth.

“Ye dinna have to say anything, no chridhe, if yer no’ ready.”

“No, Jamie,” she interrupted. “That's just, well what I mean is,” she fumbled over the words. She took a deep breath and focused on his face once again.

“I love you, too,” she said, never looking away from him, the words shining through her eyes.

He smiled shyly up at her.

“Weel, I canna say I'm displeased to hear that, Sassenach.”

He kissed her soundly once more before noticing that it was getting darker by the minute.

“Ye’d better get back to the house. They'll start to wonder where ye’ve gone again.”

Claire sighed heavily and got to her feet slowly as Jamie joined her.

“Yes, I suppose they will,” she replied ruefully.

As they edged towards the tree line they stole one final kiss before she headed towards the house, alone.

Geneva Dunsany sat down on a bench for tea when voices carried in on the wind. Looking around, she caught sight of Mac speaking with one of the housemaids. They weren’t turned towards her, so she couldn’t see what they were doing, but she didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Curious, Geneva kept an eye on the maid for a while. One afternoon, the maid stuffed something into her pocket and disappeared. Geneva followed after her and caught up just outside the gardens. She hated this area as it was always muddy.

“Stop!”

The maid froze and turned to face Geneva, eyes downcast.

“Afternoon, Mistress. What can I do for you?”

“I want what you put in your pocket.”

The maid blinked.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I haven’t put anything in-”

“Don’t you try and lie to me! I saw you put it in your pocket. And if you don’t hand it over to me this instant I’m telling my father you’ve been stealing from him.”

The maid’s face went pale and her eyes went wide with fear.

“No Mistress! I haven’t stolen a thing in my life!”

“And who is my father going to believe? Me or you?”

Geneva thrust a hand out and tapped her toe impatiently. The maid’s hand shook as she dipped it into her pocket and removed a letter.

“Stealing from the post?” Geneva muttered, tearing it away from the maid.

“N-no, Mistress.”

Turning to head back into the house to read the letter in privacy, Geneva stopped.

“And you be sure to keep your grubby hands off Mac,” she said, glaring hard at the terrified maid. “If I catch the two of you together again, I’ll see you removed from Helwater.”

The maid dipped a hasty curtsey.

“Of course, Mistress.”

Geneva found herself a quiet, private place and tore open the letter. When she read it, she nearly wadded it up and threw it into the fire. That horrid cousin of hers was writing to Mac!

I very much enjoyed your last letter, Claire wrote. As I always do. You truly have a gift for words, for I am sure things did not unfold the way you told them. Though I am glad no one was injured when the manure cart toppled.

Father and I visited a menagerie yesterday and I thought of you. That obsession of yours with elephants always makes me smile. Perhaps one day you and I might ride one together. This menagerie sadly didn’t have an elephant, but quite a few exotic cats. I think you would have loved seeing the lion, in all his majesty.

I hate that so much time must pass before I get to see you again. I miss you. But I cannot express excitement or want to visit Helwater or my father would become quite suspicious. Time seems to pass so slowly when we’re apart, yet it vanishes like the morning mist when we’re together. It is not fair.

I hold to the words you said to me when last we spoke very dear. I dare not write them down, but I cherish them close to my heart and I hope you know that I truly do feel the same. I look forward to seeing you again and speaking with you. Until then…

Geneva almost screamed. How dare she be so familiar with Mac! A woman who’s skirts were always muddy, who didn’t wear a cap, who had almost no education! But… Perhaps she could use this to her own advantage. Mac had turned aside all of her best flirting, but still she wanted him. He was tall and big and graceful and very handsome. There was an exotic air about him whenever he spoke. So if he wouldn’t have her willingly, maybe she could persuade him instead…

One letter wouldn’t be enough, though. Geneva was sure it was to Mac, but no name was used. If they were both exchanging letters, as this one seemed to imply, she could make it work. One from each of them should be sufficient.

It took some time, but finally Geneva caught the letter Mac intended to send to Claire. The first one she’d stolen was hidden in a drawer and this one would join it soon. But she had to read it first.

Secluding herself in a corner, she checked to be sure no one would disturb her. Then she tore the letter open, her eyes racing down the parchment.

Sassenach

I have not heard from you in some time and I grow worried. I tell myself it’s simply that you and your father have traveled a long way and your letter is slow in its travel. I hope you are not angry with me for something I’ve said or done. If so, I apologize for it.

I miss you. It’s been too long since… several words were scratched out before Mac continued his writing. Just too long. Once a year is quickly becoming not enough time. You and I are in such different social standing, yet I find myself… I dream of you often. I dream of the moments we’ve stolen together, of moments we might yet steal. I look forward to seeing you again.

I’ll keep an eye on the post and wait for your letter. I hope my telling you how I feel hasn’t changed frightened made you uncomfortable. I spoke true and I will not apologize for it, but if it was too much too soon, I understand.

Until I get to see you again and hold you in my arms… I love you.

Geneva stared at the letter as if it had started dancing on it’s own. I. Love. You. That was what he’d written. Crumpling it in her fist, she screamed and threw it on the floor.

No. If anyone was to have Mac, it would be her, not her dumpy cousin. And have him she would, she decided. He was such a handsome man, big and strong. It wouldn’t be difficult to make him agree now, with both letters in her possession.

After putting the second letter in the drawer with the first, Geneva headed outside to find her Mac. On her way, she heard voices echoing down a hall. Pausing her quest, she listened to the conversation.

“...arrive soon,” her mother was saying. “They don’t know why I’ve invited them. I simply insisted they come. Lamb sent me a reply that they would cut their world travels short.”

“Did he say how long it would be?” Lord Dunsany said. “And how long do you intend to entertain them?”

“As long as it takes to get that girl a suitor. If we wait much longer, she’ll be too old to be desirable. They would never come if they knew why, but they’ll be back in a fortnight.”

Geneva listened closely, her mind scheming with plans.

“I would imagine you’ve sent word to the eligible men in the area, then? Who’d be willing to put up with her… personality?”

“Of course I have. I’m no fool.”

“Of course, my dear, of course.”

Slowly, Geneva walked back to her room and sat down. If Claire was returning soon, perhaps things could get worked out differently. Maybe even… Perhaps Geneva’s plan to have Mac for her own could serve two purposes. She might have him and throw it in Claire’s face, make sure that dirty cousin of hers knew who was the better woman.

Jamie dipped his rag back into the soapy water and continued cleaning the Dunsany carriage. He scrubbed at the caked on mud, trying to ignore the ache in his chest. Claire hadn’t written to him in weeks, worrying him. He didn’t care if she hated him and never wanted to see him again, so long as she told him. There wasn’t much he could do about it either way. Sending her letters was difficult and expensive, so his resources were limited.

When he dumped the water out, a maid appeared out of the shadows. Her eyes were wide and darting all around. Without saying a word, she took a small letter from her pocket and threw it at him before turning and running back to the house.

Jamie dried his hands and picked the letter up. He recognized the handwriting and tore at it frantically.

I don’t know why you haven’t written me. I’d like to assume it’s because you’re busy or my last letter was lost in the post. By now I would think you know me well enough to tell me if something was wrong. I know it isn’t easy, only seeing each other once a year. I hope you’ll write me back and let me know what’s bothering you.

I did mean what I wrote in the last letter, you know, and I don’t say things like that lightly. If you’ve… If you’ve changed your mind and you perhaps don’t feel that way anymore… Well if you don’t then just bloody tell me.

Frowning, he read the short letter again.

“Last letter? I wrote back to ye! I dinna ken what you’re talkin’ about, Sassenach.”

He stuffed the letter into his pocket. There wasn’t anything to be done about the letter just yet, so he’d have to think it over later. It bothered him that she was so clearly upset and he had no notion as to why.

Over the next week, Jamie tried to compose a letter for Claire, clearing up any misunderstanding. He started and stopped half a dozen times before he settled on what to say. As he set about his chores, he heard the sounds of horses and wheels on the road. Heart thundering faster, he moved to where he could see better and watched as a cab neared the estate. It couldn’t possibly be…

When Lamb stepped out of the cab, Jamie nearly ran up to the house. Regretfully, Jamie was too far away to help Claire out, but he caught sight of her. He couldn’t tell what her expression was, but he did see how she moved in a circle until she spotted him.

For a moment, Jamie was sure their eyes met. She stood up a little straighter and brushed off her skirt. He dared to hope she might come and find him later so they could talk about whatever had happened between them. Whatever it was, he was determined to fix it.

Claire watched Jamie for a few moments before heading into the house. His lack of communication was unusual and a little irritating, but now that she was here, she could talk to him face to face.

Unfortunately, that would have to wait, as she had social duties to discharge first. She followed her father into the house and greeted her aunt and uncle.

“Quentin I’m so glad you could come on such short notice,” Lady Dunsany said.

“Yes, well you said we absolutely had to be here,” Lamb said flatly.

“And so you do! I’m throwing your Claire a party in a few days. It would be unfortunate if the guest of honor couldn’t attend.”

Claire’s heart stopped and her ears began to ring. They’d done what?

“A… party?” Lamb asked.

“Well yes! She never got one when she came of age and I’m afraid it’s long overdue.”

“So you want to set my daughter up to be paraded about and sold like a cow at market? I won’t have it, Louisa! Claire, we’re leaving.”

Lord Dunsany joined the conversation then, lending his authority to his wife.

“Quentin, of course it’s not just for Claire. We’re putting our girls out too. But Claire never got this chance, to be properly introduced to society and find suitors. Not when her mother-”

“Do not speak of her,” Lamb growled with barely suppressed rage. “You will not bring her into this. I have raised Claire in a way that would have made her mother proud. You do not get to tarnish her memory.”

“I meant no offense,” Dunsany said. “I only meant it would be good for Claire. Stay the night and consider it, at least. You’ve had a long journey to get here.”

Still glaring at the Dunsany’s, Lamb nodded sharply and steered Claire down toward their rooms. He shut the door behind them and hung his head.

“I’m sorry, my darling. I’m afraid my brother was never very fond of your mother.”

“It’s alright, Father. We can leave first thing tomorrow.”

“They had no right to do this to you. You’re my daughter, not theirs.” Lamb took a few deep breaths to calm himself before looking back up at her. “Unless you’d like to attend this party. They’ll have excellent food I’m sure.”

“And the very best brandy?”

Lamb smiled and gathered her close.

“I’ll see to it myself. Only the very best for my girl. But I’ll leave it to you. Status is everything to them, not to us. They want their girls married off well and producing heirs as soon as may be. I only want you to be happy.”

“I know you do, Father. I love you.”

“Love you too, darling. I’m going to speak to your aunt and uncle about this party of theirs. Will you be alright?”

Claire snorted and nodded.

“I’m sure if Geneva or Isobel came for me I could handle them. At the same time, probably.”

“I don’t doubt it. I’ll see you at dinner then.”

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head before turning for the door. Once the echo of his footsteps was faded, Claire slipped out and snuck down toward the barn. As she got closer, however, she heard a pair of voices and she recognized them both.

“It’s simple. Just come to my room tonight after everyone’s gone to sleep. No one will see you.”

Geneva? What the hell was Geneva doing down here? And with… None of this made sense. Confused and feeling a little sick, Claire turned and headed back for the house. She wanted to give Jamie the benefit of the doubt, wanted to trust him, but this just didn’t make sense. First he hadn’t written her back and now Geneva was telling him how to sneak into the house? No, it was more than that. She’d invited him to her bedroom.

Shaking her head, Claire thought about what she would do. Jamie had proved to be an honorable man in all the time she’d known him. This just didn’t fit what he’d seemed to be. When a maid came to bring her to dinner, she’d come up with a plan to get to the bottom of this.

All through the meal, she kept her eye on Geneva. The girl seemed pleased with herself, smiling brightly the whole time. Whenever she caught Claire staring at her, her eyes would glitter wickedly. Yes, that girl was up to something.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #takemeawaytocamelot #diversemediums #outlandishchridhe #the runaways au #helwater au #Jamie Fraser #Claire Beauchamp #also featuring: Geneva Dunsany #also featuring: lord dunsany #also featuring: lady dunsany #also featuring: lambert beauchamp

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eris0330 · 7 years ago

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Whalien 52 - Part 11 Final

☽M. List☾ ; 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 [END]

☽Pairing☾ ; Jungkook | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Angst | Fluff

☽Word Count☾ ; 3.8k

"I can't believe you actually cried while leaving me a voice mail~!" You cooed into the microphone of the heated cell phone, listening to the voice that gave you joy of just the thought. "For the hundred time, I didn't cry! My nose is just stuffed!" He quarrels with a smile, as he turned around in the king-sized bed. Your fingers tangled in your newly washed hair, feeling the freshness of a cold breeze stroke against your bare skin.

"Don't take it as a terrible thing Jungkookie, it's cute" You giggled, throwing the towel away onto the marble floor of your bathroom. An annoyed huff in the background of the speaker, you hummed to get ready for another defensive comment. "You think I’m cute?" He questioned, trying to keep his excitement at a minimum waiting for an answer. His body aching from the concert but the feel of his muscles contracting at the imagination of you in just a single towel.

"I think you're pretty cute, yeah. You're like a pocket-sized bunny"

"POCKET SIZE?? For your information, I’m at least 178!" He puffed his cheeks and raised his chest, at the sound of your laughter in the speaker.

"What do I know? Photos can be photo shopped and false information can be found continuously on the internet-" You teased, putting on your sleeping attire while trying to keep the phone steady between your cheek and shoulder. "It's not like I have met you in real life either, to confirm that you are as big as you say, Mr. White rabbit" You finished, crashing on the unprepared bed.

"Did you just reference me as the rabbit from Alice in wonderland?" He chuckled, scrunching his nose of the sudden comment. But something inside of himself, broke down at the sound of your vocals octaves lower at the last sentence.

"I sure did"

"Inaccurate. I'm never late and definitely, got the time, I just ask my manager" He snickered, looking at the clock of his phone saying it's way past his bedtime. Even surprised, of the longest phone call of his life on a random week day.

"Hey Jungkook?" You questioned, watching the stars blind the darkened night of the sky. A significant hum responding from the other line as his eyes opened to your call. "Why did you have my phone in the first place? I can't find a logic reason for having yours, but it sounded like you knew it all" You whispered, trying to piece the puzzle together as Jungkook bit on his lower lip in determination of the truth.

"You know... Whatever I’m going to say, please don't think of me as a creep" He spoke, taking in a deep breath as your ears peaked at the sound of his statement. Sitting against the fluffiest pillows, you prepared yourself for a ride of lost memories. "Spring break, you were at this bar I go to when I feel down or want to be alone without the members. It's the last place they would suspect I am, instead of an arcade, which is funnier if I may say..." He chuckled, remembering the DDR game that occupied his game nights with the boys.

"You were there, at the table by the corner in the bar. The music was so loud, the smell of alcohol and sweat were making me dizzy, but you distracted me. I was sure you were looking at my direction, even sure you recognised me. Actually, at those times, I would flee to be safe....But I didn't. I couldn't."

"Why couldn't you?" You questioned with a whisper, not trying to break the atmosphere that grew between a digital line, as your heartbeat hardened at every beat. The fuzzy memory of a boy in the shadows, was still unknown and didn't make an impression to be remembered.

"Because, you were beautiful. There was something about you." He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his face into his hands and the cheeks burning of the delightful scene. "I don't think you can imagine, the war inside of me that went; 'Should I go? what if'. I wanted to speak to you, and stayed to gather up the courage to talk. As time went by, my balls minimised and I never went over to your table. Your smile was so god damn gorgeous, but it faded throughout the night. I wished to see it again, so I kept myself in the distance."

"I remember, that I wanted to go home. My friend tried to hook me up with some guy, because she thought I could use some fun. To be fair, I never wanted to go in the first place... but... I wanted to fit in..." You commented, feeling icky of the touch that the guy left on your thigh. The feeling of embarrassment as you brushed his hand away, seeing his face harden. You weren't the frisky and fresh girl as your friend liked to make everyone believe, frankly, being at home would have been a better idea. The alcohol running through your veins and the dizziness forming into a headache was making you feel out of place. “You went for something at the bar after the guy looked at you, and he continued to follow you through the place." Jungkook muttered, remembering the bulky guy that was probably ten times taller and muscular, or that was what he believed.

"Water. I remember I didn't feel well, but my friend wanted to continue partying and I couldn't turn her down... I wanted to go home but my body was not following my mind..." You whispered, feeling the headache from the memory form at the temples. Nothing else made sense, because after all, maybe the guy took you home. You remember someone holding you while walking, but not who.

"I saw the guy trying to give another shot, but you seemed so scared and sick... I couldn't help my impulse." Jungkook muttered yet again, with an insecurity.

"You were the one holding my waist... not the other guy?" You questioned, remembering the warm hand planted on your cold body, securing you against something so warm you wanted it to continue staying there forever.

"yeah... I told him you were my girlfriend, and that it was time to go home... He looked suspicious of me, but I just walked away in fear with you by my side. You were quite drunk, and told me where you lived. I followed you home, and took me inside... this is where it all got messed up..." He trailed off, facepalming internally at the imagination of your face that probably didn't want to believe his truthful story.

"Don't tell me.... did we actually...??" You sounded shocked, pulled out of your dreaming state at the thought of Jungkook being so close. It was almost unbelievable that the guy you had in your mind, being so close that you felt so warm was the one keeping you up at night.

"No no no!! I would never do that! Or- I mea-" Jungkook stuttered, making you laugh loudly into the empty bedroom. His own awkwardness flowing out of his aura, as he tried to calm himself down, thinking he might as well blurt out that he wanted to do it than not.

“Calm down bunny boy. We’re both adults”

“Sure…” He sighed, feeling his flushed cheeks get overwhelmingly annoying, that he couldn’t shut his mouth in a proper time.

“You didn’t scare me away yet, if that’s what you’re thinking” You blurted out softly, smiling in the process hearing the sound of his lips forming into a smile.

“Thank god… I was close to dig my own grave-” Jungkook chuckled, wondering if you had superior powers that no one knew about, since it was like you saw right through him. “-But I put you to bed and went to grab the necessary drunk stuff. You know… water, bucket and painkillers to the side.” He continued speaking, making you think about the glass of water on your bedside, that apparently didn’t trigger anything. It was always a habit, to have a glass of water while you were asleep.

“Sounds like you have gone through that ‘coming late drunk’ a lot?” You assumed, imagining that Jungkook has been in your presence, taking care of you by luck. But, your brain couldn’t process the remembrance.

“At times… J-Hope is not that good with alcohol, and it’s kind of cute but annoying” He giggled, scrunching his nose while thinking at the one night, where his older brother was only causing trouble at home. Loud, affectionate and way too many drinks. Jungkook didn’t hate it, but found it extremely cute when one of his elders decided to let go and drink till they pass.

“But, when I was about to leave… my phone was on the counter, next to yours. The batteries were dead and they were exactly alike… I panicked! Took one and ran away like a coward…” Jungkook finished, closing his eyes seeing your sleeping face against the pink shaded pillows. He wanted to make it more comfortable by taking your smelling bar clothes off, but he couldn’t, he wouldn’t dare. Like everything else about girls, he couldn’t get himself to take the step further. Making mistakes, was not a part of him. That was his given title, and that is something he couldn’t betray.

“You’re not a coward.” You blurted out, sensing the quietness from his side as defeat. You could recognise the way he moved against the speaker, if his interest was piqued. “You know… you’re pretty cool, and I think a lot of people have told you that already? Listen to them. It’s not bad making mistakes, or being insecure. We’re human after all, we’re meant to make tiny mistakes that can be looked past on. It’s about taking the first step, and if that doesn’t work, you take a step towards a different path. Mistakes is what makes us wiser and better people, as long you don’t kill anyone.” You chuckled into the microphone, as Jungkook could barely hold back his smile. You weren’t wrong about that people complimented him a lot, but when it came from you, it felt like something else. Something in his heart, fluttered like a summer day as the wings of a butterfly.

“Thank you, Y/N… You’re pretty cool too” He whispered, making your stomach turn at the sound of his voice. It was still unbelievable, to be talking to a famous person, but like anyone else, he was just like you.

“Thank you… Though, you are definitely a creep~” You teased, making the boy gasp louder than ever. “I AM NOT!!!” Jungkook spoke loudly, as he tried to reason up his moves the night you two met by fate. Speaking day in, day out with the same specific topics and the sensitive ones while nightfall came by. Speaking to each other like a regular couple, or so that was a wish you both had in mind, but it was silent. It didn’t matter to Jungkook that you are an orphan with a hardworking dream, because that’s not what he fell for. It was the way you looked upon the world, and showed him not everything is bad, there is more opportunities, but it’s about waiting and when time is right, a bell rings.

After class, you walked alongside the street towards the art shop, to see different canvas aligned on the pavement. Oil paintings, stick figures and other types of cartoon characters. There were even monochrome pictures framed of different buildings and rooms. Crowds walking by to see the canvas, as the flags flayed on top of the entrance. Hani serving hot drinks, as the shop manager talked to familiar customers. It was weird, it’s the first time in years, people have crowded the halls of art supplies and more people gathering at one evening.

“Hani, what is all this about?” Walking to stand on her side, as she smiled with a cup in her hand to give another customer. The aura was warm and the fairly lights crossing the roof was like walking under the night sky. “Your friend helped us arrange all of this! He’s really amazing!” She responded, as you saw Jooheyon walk inside the shop. His familiar smile mirroring your own, as you pulled him into a hug.

“No way, this is a dream, right?!” You questioned excited towards the taller man, who was only nodding with a teasing smirk. “Look around, feels too real to be a dream” He chuckled, patting your head. The scenery of people taking pictures and buying stuff from the desks, were enough to make tears pool in your eyes. The shop was getting recognition, and it was all you could ever wish for.

“But how??” The amazing view of people streaming in and out of the shop, was surreal and the fact that Jooheyon got to set it up, even though the mess that had happened, you had to know how. You needed to thank him, because he saved your precious shop and the light inside. “You know what? Enjoy the night, because I feel like it’s only going uphill from here” He pushed you towards Hani for one of the warm varieties of drinks, while mingling with the people around. Their auras of curiosity and disbelieve that they have never been here before, and first now could get to realise the worn-out shop wasn’t so bad after all.

Hours spent together with friends and strangers, felt like a fantasy. It’s probably one of the best nights in town, where smiles and laughter were gathered together. Feels like a new beginning, and the sound of music coming through the speakers, it was like a sign hearing Jungkook’s voice sing. Or was it really through the speaker? Your feet dragged towards the sound, and hopefully find what you were imagining. It was like your heart beat harder at every word, while squeezing through the crowd to see the street filled with fans and the boy of your dreams, singing loudly to all of them. The boys surrounding him, staging an acoustic concert of their latest songs, to even make the girls pass on the ground. Jooheyon was standing by your side, as the tears fell on your cheek. It was at a certain distance, that Jungkook couldn’t spot you, but that didn’t mind at all. He was here, only a few metres away, doing what he loves. The assurance of a grab on your shoulder, tilted your head to see the pleased smile on Jooheyon’s face.

“You weren’t the friend Hani was talking about, right?” You questioned, puffing his chest with your shoulder. The sound of chuckle and his palm warming his heart, acting like a child before he patted your head once more. “I did help a bit. But this is all on Jungkook and the boys”

Your eyes adverted to the small stage on the street, watching the boys perform with their hearts, while warming your own. It didn’t take long, before the little concert were over, and the promotion of a worthy cause was enough to get the store running for a bit more months. The strangers of customers were staying in the shop, regardless of the disappearance of BTS. Jooheyon stayed by your side till the end, where midnight had turned and cleaning up the street. Your body were worn out, but your mind was like a carousel. You saw Jungkook, so close yet so far. Right then and there, he could or could not see you from that distance, but it was good enough for you. As you knew, he was busy and that’s something that won’t change.

“I’m so exhausted, but this was the best nights in this shop I have ever had!” Hani chimed, locking up the cash and the bills burned to never appear again. Your manager, was old and left to go home early. That’s the least you could do, when she gave you the things she possibly could. “Since you were allowed to walk around and not stand for hours in the same position, you lock this shop up, yeah? Try to be discreet if you’re going to mush on your friend.” She continued, grabbing her bag from the counter, while waving with a sheepish smile on her face as if it was her last. Normally, you would argument against her, but this time, she deserved to go home and rest. Jooheyon leaned against the counter, watching your smile fade while your body walked towards the same counter, leaning against his broad arm.

“Stressful evening?” He questioned, seeing the floor shine at the streetlights. “Not even… I saw Jungkook, right before me and I didn’t do anything? I had my chance and I blew it. Now I’ll probably first see him in few weeks until they are back in Seoul…” You whispered, remembering Jungkook’s smile and glorious eyes scan the crowd of people.

“You really like him that much, that you can’t wait a few weeks?” Jooheyon sighed, watching your eyebrows knit together. “When you like someone, REALLY like someone… waiting just a day, feels like a month… it’s a pain in the ass.” You commented, looking at your phone without any messages from him. It did wonder you, why he never mentioned it. Maybe, he was scared too.

“How about you look up, instead of waiting for a message that won’t arrive?” Jooheyon puffed your hand, which just made you release an annoyed sound with gritted teeth. “I swear to god Joohe- Jungkook?” Your eyes planted on the boy in front, with a tiny flower in his hand. An awkward smile, and your shocked face felt like it was stuck forever.

“Oh good god…” It was unbelievable, watching the boy of singers and the one who took away your heart, stand right there. His hands giving away the beautiful red rose, and you silently taking it in yours. Jooheyon switching his eyes between the two of you, as if it was a movie in slow motion.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you… but I was scared you wouldn’t let me do it..” His voice was deep and raspy. His eyes glistering and the smile, that god damned smile which only made your knees weak. Your hands wrapping around his neck, to feel his heart beat so fast against your chest. It felt weird, but so lovingly comfortable to finally feel him. No more texting, no more calls, just you and him holding each other. It was like Jungkook couldn’t hold his own enjoyment, digging his nose into the crook of your neck, scenting your flower-like-perfume. Jooheyon coughed awkwardly in the background, making the grib around Jungkook loosen to look back. “Oh…right… sorry Joo-“ His hand holding up for no more words, making it seem like he was already having enough.

His smile crooked, and a significant nod; “My date’s here. I’ll see you in class Y/N”

Jooheyon walked out of the shop, waving his hand like Hani as if they had both planned it. Jungkook could see through the windows, another man was waiting for him. Their hug showed everything, affection and love at once. But confusion strikes him, when you caught his facial expression.

“You thought Jooheyon were trying to hit on me, right? Surprise Jungkook, he’s not into girls” You chuckled, watching his eyes grow larger and the sound of disbelief flowing in the bottom of his throat, made you smile brighter.

“Seriously?? Can you read minds or something??” He claimed, watching the couple walk away to disappear into the night. “No, but you’re quite predictable” You responded, looking down on the beautiful rose in your hands.

“Thank you… Really, you saved the shop.” Your eyes felt like burning and your cheeks flushed at the atmosphere, that it was just the two of you together. “That’s the least I can do…I couldn’t stand by and watch anymore… after all.. someone has to take the first step.” The mimics of your previous words, coming out of the boy in front. His fingers brushing lightly at the petals, before entangling them with yours. The tightness of his warm hands, and the smile growing wider on his face as the pink hue erupted his cheeks, felt like it was a Disney fairy tale.

“Who’s that wise person with that great advice?” Your eyebrows wiggling, the awkward feeling laid behind as if it never existed in the first place. His presence becoming so normal, it was abnormal. “I think you know her, she’s pretty great… and you know what’s the best?” He replied, pulling you closer to wrap his arms around your waist. The feel of his warmth growing on your body, making your stomach feel like lava and the butterflies escaping. You shook your head as an answer, feeling his arms shake lightly. Jungkook was more or less, just as nervous to come forward.

“I love her…” A whisper, so silent but it felt like he spoke into a microphone. Your heart beating hard inside the cave of ribs, while your red flustered cheeks were more than visible. The tears hiding in the corner of your eyes, thrilled softly at your skin. His thumbs drying it away, the danger that he will protect you from, forever. His eyes like stars, dragging you in. The soft tip of his nose, brushing ever so slightly and the sense of his exhales so close.

“She loves you too…” Lips taking the baby steps it needs to meet and feel the unforgettable desire to touch. The nights staying up to imagine the touch, gone. Sweet and delicate, careful but warm. Sparks lighting under the closed lids, trying out the waters before retreating for air. Your foreheads aligned and looking so deeply into each other’s soul, that you couldn’t help but smile.

“I liked that…” You whispered softly, making him chuckle in the process. “Good, cause’ I got more of that in store for you” He teased with his eyebrows wiggling ever so slightly, as the sound of your laughter overcome the empty room.

“I can’t wait, Mr. Jeon.” Biting your lower lip in attempt of temptation, failed as he removed his forehead to give you a sheepish facial expression. “For your information, I’m at least 178 and it’s Mr. Cool” He claimed, making you laugh while patting him on his muscular chest.

“Way to ruin the moment, ‘Mr. cool’” You chuckled, smiling softly at the way he tugged you tightly against his body. The height difference wasn’t a joke, he was truly a tall monster, but the cutest one of a kind.

“Oh please… I know you like it” He chuckled, dragging you into meeting his lips. Softer than any flower on earth, and unforgettable as your hearts beat in sync. The feelings laid behind a screen, coming to surface in the motions of your bodies. A long ride apart, but still a longer one when the new journey begins as a hidden couple. You didn’t mind, because you both knew, you would always find each other by the sound of a fateful bell.

#bts texts #sfwbangtan #bcgnet #bts #bangtan #mxr #jungkook #bangtan boys #jeon jungkook #bts fluff #bts scenario #bts series #bts fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #writer #fake texts

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cielpurrple · 7 years ago

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Three Words

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Warnings: I HAVE SINNED BIG TIME, THIS TIME.

You’re sitting on one of the VIP lounges whiel you watch your drunk friends dance with the anonymous crowd. You let out a chuckle as you saw Hyerin head bang to the new beat that the DJ dropped. You’re tapping your finger as well and taking delight at the actions your friends were doing until you felt the need for a toilet break.

When you returned, the empty seats was now filled with your friends plus several men.

Correction, attractive men.

“Oh, you brought...company.” you looked at Hani who’s already staring back at you.

“Boys, this is Y/N. Boys, introduce yourselves please.” She smiled at you.

“Hello, I’m Namjoon.” Said by the boy with the pink hair.

“Yoongi.” The blonde one.

“Hello, I’m Hoseok.” The one with a bright smile.

“Again, Y/N.” You smiled and looked at them as they shook hands with you.

You sink back to your seat, which is on the furthest right. You watch your friends flirt with them as you sip your drink.

You were there because your friends with Hani as the mastermind, planned a three days and two nights vacation at a nearby island for you to forget things, to move on after a breakup with your boyfriend of three years, Hyunwoo.

“Over here!” Namjoon shouted to someone which caught your attention.

He’s tall, with black hair that seems to shine under the colorful lights, His features suits him.

Solji scooted towards Hoseok so there’s an empty space for him to sit down.

“He’s with us. His name’s Jin.” Namjoon said as he walked slowly towards you.

“Um, can I sit here?” he looked at you.

“Sure.” You smiled and finished your drink.

You’re not the type of person to be attracted upon seeing them the first time but this person sitting beside you broke that record.

Probably it’s because of alcohol but, you keep on staring at his side profile and the most prominent are his plump lips.

“Okay, let’s have a game then. Body shot for the losing pair.” Hani said.

You thought about protesting and changing the consequence but you don’t want to be a spoilsport so you just kept quiet.

The boys looked at each other and you thought that they’re trying to hide their excitement.

Knowing Hani, you expect that she’s gonna bring weird stuffs to this vacation and true enough, she’s pulling out pieces of Jenga from her bag.

You shook your head in both disbelief and amazement.

“Seriously, you even thought of bringing that here?” you said.

“Of course bub.” She winked and watched as Yoongi helped her in fixing the Jenga tower.

“Okay, let’s play as pairs.” She said.

“Hoseok and I are partners.” Solji raised her hand and smiled at Hoseok.

“Hyerin and Yoongi, people.”

“Hani and Namjoon.”

You looked at Jin who seemed to be uneasy but responded.

“Jin and Y/N”.

The first player was determined by age and you won because you two are the eldest among the group. Jin played first.

The game continued with several shouts when Hoseok almost let the tower fell but made a great move. Now the middle of the tower is hanging by two blocks on the middle.

It was your turn when the tower fell.

“Shit.” You said in defeat while the others cheer.

“BODY SHOT! BODY SHOT!” the girls screamed as you sat down in. Jin, who’s as embarrassed as you smiled a bit and asked.

“Uh, is this okay? I mean we can probably convince them to do something else.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. How about you? Is this okay?” you were actually more concerned on his reaction to this than to your dignity right now.

He smiled seductively which made you gulp, he went closer to you and whispered

“Of course it’s way more than okay.”

His hot breath made your insides turn 360 degrees so when the bottle of liquor arrived, the other pairs stood up from their seats so you could lie down.

Namjoon gave Jin a pat on the back as Hani put salt into your collarbone and lime into your mouth.

“You got this bub, get laid tonight.” She whispered. You groaned and she giggled.

“READY?” she excitedly looked at you.

You gave her a thumbs up and Jin moved closer to you, asking you to lift your top up.

As you feel the liquid being poured to your bellybutton, you also felt his hands on your skin, you tried calming yourself down but there’s something different with his touch.

He now hovered above you. Your breath hitched a bit, as he moved closer to your neck.

You felt his tongue swiped the salt from your collarbones, followed by his soft lips sipping the liquor, from your bellybutton and then, the finale, he didin’t just get the lime from your mouth but he kissed you as he took the it away from your lips, making your your friends hoot and cheer.

You can’t deny it, this stranger turned you on in an instant.

The kiss made you high, so when he pulled away, you couldn’t seem to move. Thankfully, you returned to your senses quickly.

You felt quite embarrassed and disappointed at the same time.

“Thank you for being a sport you two.” Hani gave a huge grin.

“Let’s dance!” Hoseok pulled Solji and they disappeared somewhere in the dance floor.

The other pairs followed which means the two of were the only ones left.

“Shall we?” he asked as he offered his hand.

“Might as well.” You accepted his invitation.

You’re not a good dancer but you’re confident that you can move your body to the beat. You saw Hoseok and Solji making out on one corner, which make you laugh. Then you felt Jin’s hands into yours and he pulled you closer. His face is so close, you predicted that he’s gonna kiss you so you turned around, trying to tease him.

He chuckled as he planted kisses on your neck, which you gave him permission in an instant. After several beats, you feel him grinding against you.

“Why don’t we continue what we really want to do?” his voice is somewhat lower than before which made your insides heat up once again.

He began to pull you out of the dance floor then you returned to the lounge, grabbing your things. He once again hold your hands and you went towards the hotel nearby. You were riding the elevator when several people came inside, making it a bit cramped. He pulled you closer to him when you felt something hard’s poking your back.

He faked coughed which made you feel uneasy so when you reached the floor where they’re staying, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself already. As soon as he reached the room and opened it, he placed a “Do not Disturb” tag on it then pulled you in.

He began kissing you at first it’s slow but he quicken the pace in an instant, the kiss is now a full blown make out session. He carried you towards the bedroom and dropped you to the soft mattress.

“You’re so beautiful, do you now that?” he said while panting.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” you complimented him back as you unbutton his polo.

He slowly pulled the string that holds your top, pulling it slightly, exposing your chest.

“Damn.” He whispered as he stared at you. He kissed you again as he tugged into your flowy pants, removing everything you’re wearing.

He slowly went down, planting kisses on every spot until you felt his lips on your inner thighs.

He slowly licked it, earning a moan from you.

Then he started teasing your clit, making you arch back.

He kept on pleasuring you until you felt a finger enter you.

“You’re so wet already.” He said as he pumps inside you slowly.

“J-Jin, faster.” You breathed and as you say those words, he gained speed.

Then you sat down. You told him that it’s his turn, so you quickly pulled his pants down, including his boxers, making you a bit surprised at his length.

You began pumping him first then you used your mouth which earned several moans from him.

“Shit baby, right there.” he said as he now holds into your head, guiding it.

Asked you to lie down, giving you a kiss as he positioned himself on top of you as he tease your clit wit his hard cock.

He now slowly entered you, making you moan. When he’s fully inside, he let you adjust first.

“Move please.” You begged him.

His slow movements made you both moan.

“How are you this tight baby? Fuck.” He said as he starts to build speed.

“Ah, Jin!” you screamed as you feel his entireness inside you.

He asked you to be on top.

He grined faster as he suck on your nipples, making you scream in pleasure.

“Keep going baby, I’m gonna cum” you said, He kept the pace as you ride your high which followed by him right after.

“That’s fucking amazing.” He said as he grind to you slowly and pulled out. He stood up and went to the bathroom. He returned with a towel and a shirt.

“Stay for the night please.” He said as he handed those to you.

You smiled at him, pulling him back to the bed.

He kissed you again which made him turned on again.

“This is gonna be a long night than I expected.” He announced.

You woke up with an arm wrapped around your bare chest. You faced him and your eyes wee greeted by his beautiful features.

You’re a bit sore from last night, but you managed to stand up to put your clothes on.

You crawled back to the bed and planted a kiss on his nose which made him groan, slowly opening his eyes.

“Good morning.” You greeted him sweetly.

“Coffee?” he offered you.

“I’d love to but I have to go. We’ll be leaving in a few hours.” You admitted.

The statement made him fully awake so he sat up and slowly stood up, and start dressing himself.

“I’ll bring you to your hotel. Where are you staying?” he looked at you.

“No need. We’re staying here too, just few floors up.” you chuckled.

You collected your purse and wore your flipflops and make your way towards the door.

“I wish I can see you back in the city.” He said as he pulled you again for a kiss.

“Call me.” you gave him a piece of paper with your number written on it.

“I guess I’ll see you around.” You said.

“See you, I had a wonderful night.” He replied.

You waved at him and walked towards the elevators.

When you returned to your room, your friends are waiting for you. Hani congratulated you because you get laid. You just gave them a smile and went to your bed and pack your things.

It has been three weeks since the night you met Jin. You haven’t called or texted you so you’re starting to give up on him but your head had several what ifs like, maybe he lost your number.

You’re on your way for your morning brew at the nearby coffee shop from your office when someone bumped into you which made you drop your things.

You were busy collecting the papers when you looked at the person who bumped into you.

You’re sure your heart skipped a beat.

It’s Jin.

“Here you go, I’m sorry...Y/N?” he asked with a surprised tone.

“Hello.” You said.

“Coffee?” he offered and you agreed.

When he returned with two cups of coffee, you gave him a smile. He sat in front of you and the both of you fell into silence.

“I wouldn’t stay long—“ he began to speak but you cut him.

“By any chance, have you lost the paper I gave you? The one with my number?” you shamelessly asked him.

You don’t understand yourself either and where is this bubbling anger coming from.

“No.” He replied.

“Then, why didn’t you call me? Or drop a text perhaps? I thought we had a connection.” You looked at your cup.

“I swear we have. But I cannot do this anymore, I’m sorry.” He said, sadness is evident in his voice.

“Why?” you whined, trying to understand the situation.

“I got married. It’s my stag party that night.” He confessed.

You felt numb, as if someone poured an ocean of cold water on you.

“What?” it was all you could say though you’r head is full of questions.

“I knocked up someone. I’m not even in love with her but there’s a child involved. I had no choice.” He explained.

“Good bye Jin, congratulations.” You stood up, and grabbed your things and exited the coffee shop. Fat tears began to fall as soon as you walk away, your head replaying those three words that he said into your head over and over again, making your heart break.

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gottalovetheletos · 7 years ago

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Love without shame. Jared Series. Ch 6.

Authors note: None.

Warnings: smut-ish.

Word Count: 1,791.

Love without shame. Chapter 6.

If you haven’t read it here’s : CHAPTER 5

I woke to Jared’s beard tickling my neck and he nuzzled in giving me kisses. Planting them on what ever piece of skin was exposed to him. “Good morning” I sleepily kissed him. “Good morning beautiful” he whispered. “Do you want breakfast?” he asked. “NO thanks. I’m just gonna have a banana then go for a run, thank you though” “Okay, I’m gonna get something to eat then baby” I nodded. He kissed me on the tip of my nose and went downstairs. His pajama trousers were ridiculously low. I could see his V lines. I just wanted to run my tongue down them. I shook the thought out of my head and got dressed for my run.

I walked downstairs and got myself a banana from the fruit bowl and joined Jared outside where he was eating his breakfast and messaging people about work. “Oh don’t forget we’re going to the tour party this evening” he announced to me. “What do you mean don’t forget. How can I forget if you didn’t tell me in the first place” I laughed. “It’s okay. I’ll get some money from my purse and buy something on my run on the way back” Luckily I passed a few clothing stores on my route. I finished my banana and watched Jared for a while. Getting up to sit on his lap and putting my hands around his neck. “I love you. You’re so perfect” I told him. He looked up from his phone. “ I love you too. You are perfect to me as well!” I smiled. “I’m off for my run, I’ll be back later” I kissed him. Before leaving I found my earphones, money and my phone. I closed the door behind me. I was about 20 minutes into my run and had 10 minutes left. I saw a beautiful little boutique and stepped inside. I was searching for the perfect dress for tonight. Something that I didn’t mind Jared ripping off of me. Towards the back of the store I found a perfect while lace dress. It was gorgeous and I knew I had some shoes at Jared’s well my new home that would go with it. I took the dress to the counter. “ very pretty this dress isn’t it?” asked the cashier. “Yeah, it’s gorgeous” “going out somewhere?” “Yup, my boyfriends friends are hosting a little gathering. I just want to look nice you know?” the cashier nodded her head. “That’ll be $84.99 please” I passed her $100 bill and received my change. I walked towards the door, opened it and carried on with my run. Well now it was just a walk. I was too busy thinking about how I was going to do my make up.

I’d arrived home and Jared called out. “Y/N is that you?” “Yeah babe why?” “Can you come here a minute?” I followed his voice into his bedroom. “I’ve got you a gift” he said handing me a gold box. I opened the box and inside were a pair of vibrating panties. “These are for tonight, we’re gonna have some fun” he insisted. ‘Now this is going to be fun’ I thought. “I’m going to keep this is my pocket and you’re going to keep that” he took the remote and pointed to the bullet in the panties. “In between you beautiful pussy. Every time you do something I find attractive I’m going to turn the vibration up just a little more until you’re a quivering mess begging me to cum, do you understand princess?”

“Hmm, yes daddy” a smile made an appearance on my face. It was only 10 am. “Hey, I’m gonna have a shower then we can decide what were going to do today” I told him. Surprised he didn’t want to shower with me. But he had a little packing left to do so I totally understood. I took my time. I made sure to shave everything whist in the shower. In order to be prepared for tonight. After my shower I got dressed and found Jared. “Have you decided what you want to do?” I looked at him waiting for a response. “Yeah, I just want to spend it with you” his vague answer wasn’t good enough for me. “Yeah but doing what?” “let’s go out for lunch then come back here to get ready and try on your new panties”. he was so excited for the panties that I couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay. Sounds like a plan” We spent a couple of hours doing our own things in the house. I was still sorting through my boxes. My phone started ringing it startled me. “Hello?” it was the letting agency. They were ringing to say they’d had a few people to come and look at the apartment and a lovely couple wanted to rent it. I told her to go for it. They could move in when ever they wanted to. That put a big smile on my face. I’d sorted through a few boxes. It was now 1 pm, I walked through the house to find Jared at his desk. “Hey, did you wanna grab some lunch now?” “Hey beautiful. Yeah let me finish up here and I’ll join you” “Okay I’ll grab my purse” I also put my shoes on and was waiting by the door. Jared threw on some Gucci gear and we left. We decided on all vegan restaurant. Jared found it a while ago. It was hidden down some quiet street. We spent a couple of hours at the restaurant and after headed home. The party wasn’t until 11 PM we had plenty of time to get ready. I mean I need at least 3 hours to get ready. Plus an extra hour just to make sure I’m ready. so 4 hours. It was now 4 pm. Jared and I sat down and watched some documentary that he’d recorded and shared a bowl of popcorn. He was very attentive. Watching my every move. His eyes burning into me with lust. I could feel the want between us. But I wanted to wait until tonight. His hands were on mine and his thumb stroking mine. I was going to miss this. I still can’t believe he’s going to be gone for 4 months. I was happy for him and now I don’t have a job I can visit him if the rent was payed on time. I can only hope. While I was thinking about that, the letting agent phoned. She told me the new renters could move in tomorrow, if that was okay with me. They’d paid the £1000 deposit and had their first months rent of £2000. She was going to move the money straight into my bank account. We exchanged pleasantries and hung up. It was now 7 pm time for me to get ready. I dressed in my new white lacy dress and put on my makeup then finished with jewelry.

“Mmm. You look beautiful. Did you put on those panties I bought you?” he cocked his eyebrow. “No, I’ll go and get them!” I replied. “Tell me when they’re on. We ca test them out” I nodded and went off to find them. I peeled them out of the box and slowly pulled them up and positioned the bullet. “They’re on” I called from the bedroom. “Come down here then baby” he called back. I started walking down the stairs and saw him standing at the bottom with a look of mischief on his face. He pushed the button and my legs gave way. “Uh fuck” I yelled. “That was powerful” I exclaimed. “That wasn’t even on full. It was only half way” he smiled. “Well, tonight’s going to be fun” I laughed nervously. “Shall we go?” he asked. “Yeah, let me get my purse”. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” “Yes you did, but compliments are always welcomed”. We walked to the cab that was picking us up and got in. Jared looked out the window. I was staring at him when I felt a low vibration between my thighs making me jerk forwards just as the cab driver was looking in the mirror. “Are you okay Miss?” he questioned. “Yeah, sorry back spasm”. Apparently this was going to have to be my excuse for the night. The vibration subsided. Thankfully. I could see Jared reflection in the window. He was smiling so hard. We arrived at the party and walked inside. The venue was gorgeous. It was set in a pent house with an amazing view.

My eyes wandered across the room for any familiar faces. There among the crowd were Shannon an Tomo with Vicki. We joined them and suddenly another vibe was sent through my legs. Sending another jolt through my body. “Y/N, are you okay?” Shannon asked rubbing my back. “yeah, she’s got a little back pain that’s all” Jared answered for me. It stopped and he pulled me in. “You doing okay princess?” “Fuck, MmmHmm” I answered. The party was moving along nicely. I’d started making some conversation with members of the team and getting to know them. As Jared and I have only been together for 3 months, I hadn’t really made friends with anyone. But Jared thought now was a good time for me to start meeting his friends and team. He was also off making conversation. However I was always in his view. While I was talking to some people he kept pressing the button, sending me into a mess almost on the floor. “If you’ll excuse me I’m just going to see J”. I walked over to him feeling slightly embarrassed. “What are you doing? I’m trying to make friends” “and I’m trying to make you cum” he laughed. After a few hours I was on the edge. I stuck with Jared for the rest of the evening. We were on the dance floor, dancing together. He turned up the power, it was now on full and I could heard a faint buzzing. I wrapped my hands around his neck and buried my face in there too. His hands on my ass. I moaned into his. “Uhh, daddy please. I need to cum”. “Do it baby. Cum for daddy in public. In front of all of these people” My face was deeper in his neck as my moans escaped. I tried to keep it down but struggled. “We’re leaving. I’m going to tie you up and fuck you hard tonight” “Okay but first please can you stop the panties. I can’t hold myself up” I said breathlessly. “Yes princess. But when we get home. You’re going to be taking orders from me” he whispered.

CHAPTER 7

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Jared - Love without shame tags: @dance4angels

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callmessam-blog · 8 years ago

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Not One, But Two (Part VI)

Summary: It all started on that night when you and Jay were both too drunk to remember anything. You resigned from your job and left Seoul with a secret. Now you’re back and ready to tell Jay about them, but doing so means sharing their lives and putting his career and love life on the line.

Jay scanned the sheet of paper, carefully taking in every word to make sense of the whole document, but no matter how much he tried to regain his focus, it was futile.

He closed the folder, placed it on top of the papers piled on his desk and threw his head back as he swirled his chair to face the window on one side of his office. Gray clouds hovered with threats of an imminent rain. The city looked anything but cheerful.

His phone vibrated on his pocket, and with muscle memory he grabbed it, unlocked the screen and read the message from one of his friends. He was asking him if he’s up for some drinks tonight.

Some other time, he texted back.

He was about to put it on his desk when his thumb pressed the message app again. Three names below the recent contact was your name. You told him that you’d be going on a grocery, with a slight indication of holding him responsible for spending, if not all, what’s little left of it.

Remembering that morning and your expression when you saw him taking out the contents of you ref, he chuckled to himself. He liked cooking, and when he anticipated what Suri and Jaeyoung would look like when they find out that he cooked for them, it motivated him to give his best. That included using the necessary and additional ingredients for his simple recipes.

I don’t mind that you cook for them, I really don’t. But my brother had just used too much last night and I need to save up, you told him, one hand planted on your hips.

If it’s the food expenses you’re worried about, I’ll buy you food, he replied as he placed a bowl of cut fruits on the table.

Nope. We talked about this. If you wanna buy something for the kids, then buy what only is necessary. But my house, my rules.

You’re so stubborn.

I’ll take that as a compliment.

Your message was sent over thirty minutes ago. If he recalled correctly, Suri and Jaeyoung were again with your brother and his wife. They received free tickets to a children’s show, with enough number to bring you along but you passed on as you had a number of chores to do. Everything, you told him on a phone call he dialled after you messaged him.

Jay closed his eyes. A week had passed since he spent the night over at your house. Nevertheless, he could still remember that moment when awoke.

Splashes of sunlight filled your bedroom, walls painted in light yellow and apple green curtains hanging on the window. It was cold, but the sunlight pricked his skin. Your back was turned on them while you adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner. Because your bed could not accommodate four people—which he only knew later when you told him—you took the sofa on the living room.

He didn’t know exactly what he felt at that moment. If he would be asked, it was nothing special at all, and maybe that’s why it puzzled him even more. How could something seemingly so insignificant affect him so much?

But it wasn’t exactly like he disliked remembering it and pondering about it over and over again. It’s just that when he came to his senses, he would find himself in a position where he had to choose between staying and learning. He had a girlfriend whom he loved and also loved him in return, to the point that she willingly supported him in getting close to his children.

He didn’t want to leave her, neither you, who stubbornly refused to ask anything from him, but accepting your children. How could he leave you alone when he kept on seeing that smile you would make when you watched him with your children? Just the thought of it made him feel like he could be more than who he was.

Three short knocks stole him away from his train of thoughts. He opened his eyes and cleared his throat. “Come in,” he said, sitting upright.

It was Hyukwoo.

“Ready to go?” Hyukwoo asked. Only his upper torso entered Jay’s office as his hand on the doorknob supported his weight.

“Where?” Jay asked back.

“Uh, lunch? It’s past one already,” Hyukwoo replied, chuckling lightly.

Jay lips formed into an ‘o’ and then he nodded. Hyukwoo closed the door, already knowing that Jay would follow him.

He took his phone from the desk and checked his back pocket if his wallet was there. In a matter of few minutes he was swallowed in his thoughts, he hadn’t realized that the rain already fell. He wondered if you were still in the grocery, but if you’re on your way home, he hoped at the very least that you brought an umbrella.

The queues in the counters were longer than usual.

Then again, it’s probably because, like you, these people exhausted their foods; it just happened that you’re all here at the same time. The supermarket in the mall and its counters here were always full of people. When it was your turn, you breathed in relief. “Finally,” you mumbled to yourself, smiling as if you won the lottery.

The cashier gave you a formal smile, the ones you knew they were instructed to give to every customer, while you placed the contents of your shopping cart on the counter and she ran their bar codes, a beep coming after every item. She told you the total amount and you paid her in cash.

You pushed your cart, where your shopping bags sat, out of the supermarket and into the nearest Japanese restaurant. Since you lined behind that middle-aged couple, your stomach began to rumble, begging you to fill it in. There were more restaurants in the mall, but you had a cart to push around and you couldn’t be bothered to be so choosy when you’re starving to the point of feeling like everything was edible.

“Excuse me, but can you please make sure everything is still here after I order?” You asked the welcoming staff outside the restaurant.

“Of course, ma’am,” he said.

“Yay! Thank you!”

You ordered a bowl of ramen, one large size of iced tea and a blueberry cheesecake for desert, and then headed back outside where you chose to sit on one of the tables beside the glass wall of the restaurant.

“Hey did you hear? AOMG is here at the mall. People saw them on the second level!” A girl chatted to her friend as they passed by you.

“How about Simon D?”

“I don’t know. But Loco is there. You like him too right?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh? Oh well, as long as they don’t see me,” you thought to yourself. Your order came several minutes later, and not ten minutes had passed when you finished everything.

Only they did see you. One of them first; the rest followed.

You were pushing your cart on your way to the main doors of the mall, when you felt a hand on your shoulder. “J-Jay?” You spluttered as you turned around.

“No one else,” he said. He glanced at your cart and the brown paper bags filled with your recent groceries, and laughed before he could think about it.

“What’s so funny?” You puckered your eyebrows.

“I’m sorry. I just remembered... anyway, it’s raining. Are you going home already?”

You nodded. “I’ll take a cab. Are you sure you should be here talking to me? You could’ve called me just to remind you.”

“Why not? We’re just talking.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Have you eaten already?”

“Ramen.”

“Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

“Aren’t you with your friends?”

“I am, but how do you know? Stalking me?”

“Funny. Some of your fans wouldn’t stop talking about it, and,” you nodded your head at a direction from behind Jay and waved lightly, “they’re behind you.”

Jay turned around just as Hyukwoo and Jukyung walked up to the both of you, each with wide smiles and rather excited looks on their faces.

“H-hi!” You greeted them and gave each a quick hug. “How are you guys?”

“Wow! You’re back!” Jukyung exclaimed.

“I guess I am.”

Jukyung squinted at you and you did the same, until both of you cracked into laughter. Back then you usually did this with him. Neither of you could really remember how it started, but seeing that this had not changed the nervousness you felt slowly eased.

“How long have you been here?” Hyukwoo asked.

“Almost two months now. You look great Hyukwoo,” you said, nodding in agreement at the improvement of his style since you had last seen him in person.

“Not better than you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But do I really?”

“Absolutely!” You raised your thumb at him.

“Alright!” His reserved demeanour vanished as he flattened his palm on air and you clapped it.

Unbeknownst to the three of you, Jay felt strangely annoyed at the brisk interaction going on in front of him, because as far as he could remember you were not this happy when you saw him. It’s like you were a completely different person. Pursing his lips, he hung an arm over the side of your cart.

“I’d really want to talk to you more, but I have to go home,” you told them. Through the corner of your eyes you quickly glanced at Jay.

“You should drop by the office some time or give us a call when you’re free so we can catch up,” Jukyung said.

“I will,” you said.

“You’re not telling me you’re going to carry all of these up to the waiting line?” Jay asked, nodding at your shopping bags.

“Don’t be silly. They allow the carts up to that point,” you told him.

“But all by yourself.”

“That’s my plan.”

“I—we can drive you to your home.” Jay turned to Hyukwoo and Jukyung. He almost slipped there. “Right?”

They nodded.

“No, but thank you for the offer. I can do this much and a lot actually just by myself,” you said.

“Fine,” Jay muttered under his breath.

“Jay...”

“What?”

“It was nice seeing all of you again.”

Certain that they would see you off than the other way around, you waved at them and then turned to your original direction, towards the main exit door, and pushed your cart. Unlike the queue in the supermarket, this one on the waiting line for the cabs was short. A group of four office ladies in their business attires, probably heading back to their office, and then you with no one in behind.

Your phone’s message ringtone reverberated from inside your bag.

Call me if you need help, Jay texted you.

Smiling to yourself, your fingers typed in your reply.

Not today.

Jay liked to think that he was not the type to be impulsive.

Sure he had his share of doing things in the spur-of-the-moment, but most times he carefully thought of the effects of his actions. This time was both of it. For so long he had been waiting for the right timing, the perfect opportunity, to tell his friends about your children. And yesterday, when you met Jukyung and Hyukwoo, and had that familiar tone of conversation, he knew it was what he was waiting for.

Today was a typical lazy day for AOMG. After consecutive days and nights of performing, some of them, including him, were finally given a much needed rest day. His two companions yesterday were among with him plus Sunghwa, who came out of his studio after finishing a song he produced for an artist of a different crew.

Sluggishly sitting on a sofa beside Hyukwoo, he scrolled through his photos. A few steps away, leaning on the wall with a beer can on his grasp, Sunghwa spouted his overworked jokes. Usually he would seek out Kiseok as his fan because the older man laughed at them. Jay often mused that it’s probably because their sense of humor were on same levels.

“Make him stop,” Jukyung puffed, plopping on the couch across Jay. He was forced to listen to Sunghwa, because no one else would, and Jukyung pitied him. He had been cooped in his studio for too long, requesting no one disturbed him until he completed the music, and now that he’s done he just wanted to see real people.

“Unfortunately our Ssam D is feeling under the weather. He has to perform tonight though,” Jay said, looking up from the screen of his phone.

“They say laughter is the best medicine,” Sunghwa said, a corner of his lips twitching, stopping himself from smiling at his knack.

“Not today,” Jay said. A smile spread on his lips then as he remembered the same words appear on his screen from your message. He clicked a thumbnail of a photo. You were carrying Suri and holding Jaeyoung’s hand, standing beside you. Thin trees, a metre apart from each other, stood behind you and striped the gray outline of the city below. He took it during your trip.

“Is that...?” Hyukwoo asked, inching closer to Jay so he could look at the photo.

Jay nodded. He needed to remain calm.

“Are they...” His questions that took long to finish captured the attention of the other guys. They walked towards him and Jay and asked to see the photo.

“No way! Are they her children?” Jukyung gasped. “But you know I feel like I’ve seen the little boy before. I just can’t remember when.”

“Oh, so she’s married then?” Sunghwa asked, standing behind Jay.

“No, she’s not married,” Jay said.

“Eh? How do you know?” Hyukwoo asked.

“We already met before yesterday,” Jay answered. This slow progress of the conversation almost drove him insane. He both wanted to laugh and cry all because they none of them asked the right question.

“I really think that his face is familiar...” Jukyung murmured, drumming his fingers on his chin as he sat his arm on his thigh. He closed his eyes, deep in thought.

Jay sighed. “He looks like me.”

“Yeah! You’re right! He does look like you!” Jukyung exclaimed, shaking a fist in the air.

“Now that you mention it,” Sunghwa muttered. His eyes shifted from Jaeyoung’s face to Jay’s face and back and forth, studying both features.

Hyukwoo nodded evenly.

“Of course,” Jay massaged his cheeks, “I’m his father after all. They’re twins, just so you know.”

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