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thechaotichorselord · 8 months ago

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CST, an old ass book I wrote.

LIKE TEO YEARS AGO-

TW: Blood, described gore, kidnapping, imprisonment, speaking of torture, stabbing.

ITS LONG AS FUCK SO YEAH ENJOY

CHAPTER 1

I wake up in my slightly uncomfortable bed to the sound of my caretaker's voice.

“Eva. It is time for breakfast.”

I sigh and open my eyes, nearly blinded from the pearly white walls and floor. Everything in my room is white.

I hate the color white.[a][b]

For instance, the color white is used for “White Torture”. White Torture is where you are trapped in a room that is completely white. Everything is white. You stay there alone for months, and then you're let out.

They say the loneliness never leaves you.

White is also the color of ghosts. Which is supposedly what my parents are.

I honestly don’t know what happened to my parents. All I remember is...well...nothing.

I wonder if the room is white to eliminate my memories. That’s what sometimes happens in White Torture.

I always conclude this isn’t the case. In the white cell, you are served white food to go with the torture. I don’t eat only white food.

Also, in White Torture you are isolated. I go to school and hang out with my caregiver, so I'm definitely not isolated.

I do sometimes see them, though. My parents.

When I look in the mirror, I can tell what my mom and dad gave to me.

My black curly hair? That’s my dad, but the curls came from mom. Peach colored skin? Both of them. 5’6 height? My dad. He was from England, while my mom was from Minnesota.

I didn’t pick up my dad’s British accent, but I did pick up my mom’s accent.

The one thing that belongs to me and only me is my eyes. Coal black. My caretaker Miss Josie (she prefers mom but I don’t call her that) says that they look like “outer space with no stars”.

She’s right, I guess.

“Eva, the eggs are getting cold.” Josie’s voice calls.

“Coming, coming.”

I push myself up and look out the window. It’s rainy again.

Good. I hate the sun.

I dress in my standard school uniform; White blouse, black skirt, white tights, and black socks.

I pull on my black boots (my only choice of fashion is my boots) and walk downstairs.

Josie turns her head at the sound of my footsteps and smiles at me. “Good morning, Eva. Did you have a-”

“Mmhm. I had a good sleep. It isn’t really your business.” I interrupt, and I sit down.

It might be rude to some people, but Josie says the same stuff every morning. And I mean the same stuff.

She continues to beam at me. “There is no need-”

“-to be snappy. Yeah, I know.” I answer, rolling my eyes.

She blinks and cocks her head. Her head snaps back to its usual position and she says, “Your breakfast is ready.”

She places some eggs and bacon on the table and steps back as I take my fork and begin to eat. Mornings are the only time I really get to talk to Josie, so I ask her, “What happened to Kelsie?”

“Who?”

“Kelsie Meyer. My friend.”

She blinks. “Physical app-”

“Honey colored hair, freckles, always wearing a turtleneck…” I sigh when she tilts her head again. “Come on, the girl I hung out with a lot.”

“Oh. That girl.” Her head returns to normal and she turns around. “She moved neighborhoods.”

“Oh.” I answer.

I don’t really have much else to say. This happens to all of my friends. Marlow Johnson? Moved neighborhoods. Jessie Toben? Moved neighborhoods. And now Kelsie has moved neighborhoods. It’s not right.

I haven’t seen any other neighborhoods. Maybe they're concealed by the woods.

The woods are a forbidden place. If you go there, you die. That's what all the teachers remind us at recess. One idiot, Carl Porter, decided to sneak over to the woods during recess one night. A bunch of kids told him not to do it, but he ignored them. All the kids in recess bunched up in a group and followed him to the woods. I was there too. Carl Porter wasn’t a friend, but he was a friendly kid. We didn’t want him to get hurt. He looked behind him and waved at us, then ran to the woods. We didn’t see him for two weeks.

That’s when his body was found at the front of the school. Bloody and bruised. Probably by an animal.

Nobody dares go to the woods anymore.

I get up from the table and dump my dishes in the sink. “I’m going to Maysi’s.”

“Have fun.” Josie answers.

I think she mutters something else, but I don’t hear it. I walk over to Maysi’s house and knock on the door. She answers it, her black curly hair dangling over her face. She pushes it aside and reveals an ocean blue eye. “Oh. Hi Eva.”

I wave and study her. “You still haven��t changed out of your night robe?”

“I just ate breakfast and was brushing my hair, Eva. Nobody can get ready for school as fast as you, you know it.”

“There’s probably someone.”

“Probably. Gimme a sec.”

She shuts the door again and a few minutes later, she comes back out. Her curly hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and she is dressed in a short jean jacket, a gray shirt, jeans, and nikes.

Makes sense. She is one of the most popular girls in our school.

She applies some lip gloss and looks at me. “Ready to go?”

“Yep.”

As we walk to school, Mason Torres, the most popular guy in our school, walks over to Maysi.

“Hi.” he says quickly.

Maysi nods towards him. “Hi, Mason. What's up?”

Though she's popular, Maysi is not a bully. I like that about her.

He takes a deep breath. “I was wondering if, maybe, you’d like to eat lunch with me.”

Maysi looks at me and I shrug. She looks back at him and says, “Actually, I think I’d rather eat food with Eva. Thanks.”

He scowls and walks off.

“You don’t have to eat with me.” I say. “I mean, you should have other friends.”

“Everyone only wants to be friends with me so they can boast. You don’t boast. That’s why you're my only friend.”

“Alright.”

As we begin to walk into the school, I stop. I was staring at the woods, and I swear I saw something there. Like a silhouette of something.

“Eva?” Maysi asks, stopping at the front doors of the school. “You coming?”

“Yep.” I hurry up to Maysi, and we walk through the doors.

CHAPTER 2

“How was school?” Josie asks.

“The same as always.” I answer, fishing through the cupboard for a snack.

“Define ‘same as always’.”

“Boring, lame, pointless.”

“School is not pointless or lame.”

“For most fourteen year olds it is.” I answer, pulling a bag of chips out of the cupboard.

“If you say so, Eva.”

I walk over to the living room and plop down on the couch. I turn on the TV and begin to watch an episode of “The Office”, when there’s a knock on the door. I pause the episode and get up. I walk over to the door and open it.

Maysi stands there, her jazzy outfit replaced with sweatpants, a blue hoodie, and no ponytail. She still looks dazzling without her fancy clothes.

“Hi, Eva.”

“Hey, Maysi. What’s up?”

She bites her lip. “Can I hang with you? For a little bit?”

I study her face. It’s the same face she uses when trying to hide something. I look behind me. Josie’s cooking chicken. When she’s cooking, she never stops until the dish is completely done. She never notices anything either.

“Sure.” I answer.

Maysi smiles and steps inside. She’s incredibly wet. “Why didn’t you wear your rain jacket?” I ask, though I know the answer. She knew I’d let her in.

“You know the answer to that.” Maysi answers. “Ooh, ‘The Office’.”

After a few episodes of “The Office”, she asks to pause the show, so I pause it. I turn to her expectantly. She stretches her arms and turns her head the other way, saying, “This sounds really dumb, but…” I hear her exhale. “I want to go check out the woods with you.”

“What?!” I exclaim. “Maysi, people go missing there! Kids die! Don’t you remember Carl Port-”

“Yes, Eva.” she replies calmly. “I remember. It’s just…”

She looks around her.

“Look, I think it's best to talk outside.”

“Why?”

“We might be being watched.”

“You just said that you wanted to run into the woods in a place you think is being watched.”

“I just- ugh, just come outside Eva.”

We walk outside and take shelter under a table with an umbrella poking out of it.

“So, why do you want to run into the woods?” I ask, folding my arms.

“I saw something.” she whispers. She must still think we’re being watched. “It looked like a human. I couldn’t tell, but… they were wearing a cloak and a mask. It was really hard to see. They were far away.”

“You know, I think I saw them too. I stopped in front of the school. Remember?”

“Yep.”

“So you wanna go look for them.”

“Mmhm.”

“And risk your life?”

“Mmhm.”

“You're weird, Maysi.”

“Mmhm!” she answers, her eyes shining like stars. “And so are you! So please come with me.”

I sigh. “Whatever, Maysi. I��ll go with you.”

“Yes!” she jumps up. “Let’s go!”

This startles me. “Now?”

She’s already off running.

“Maysi!” I shout.

She’s too far ahead. I grumble and shoot ahead.

I’m wheezing by the time I catch up with her. She’s standing under a tree, watching a squirrel scamper through the wet, leafy branches. She notices me and beckons for me to come over. I cross my arms and raise my eyebrows. She rolls her eyes. “Sorry for leaving you in the dust.”

I purse my lips. “It’s fine. Just don’t do it again.”

She turns her attention back to the squirrel and smiles. “Can’t help that I’m such a fast runner.”

I punch her lightly on the arm and watch the squirrel too. I’ve only ever seen a squirrel once. A squirrel scampered out of the woods and right over to my house about 6 years ago. It spent thirty minutes scratching the front door.

As I’ve mentioned, that was the first time I saw a squirrel.

Don’t blame me for thinking it was carnivorous, and don’t blame me for hitting it repeatedly with a stick. I obviously couldn’t leave the body of a squirrel on the floor, so I walked into the house and put the squirrel in the oven.

I burned it to ashes.

I strangely don’t feel shame for what I did.

“Eva.”

I jerk back to reality. Maysi was talking to me.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t kill the squirrel.”

“Oh yeah, I was totally planning on doing that.”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just that I saw you kill a squirrel a few years ago by beating it with a stick.”

“I thought it was carnivorous.”

“Of course you did.”

“Was that a shot?”

“No, I’m just saying you tend to over imagine things.”

“You're right about that.”

She turns away from the squirrel and continues to walk deeper into the woods. “You're still going?” I ask her.

“Yeah. Don’t you remember why we came here? To see if we can find that person.”

“Well…” I jog up to her. “Maybe it wasn’t a person. It could’ve been a bear.”

“I know.” she answers.

“Then what the hell do you want from this experience?”

“Excitement.” she answers, and she continues to walk.

I roll my eyes and follow her. After five minutes of walking, she stops. I stop too. “What?” I ask.

“I just realized something.” she answers.

“What did you realize?”

Her damp hair briefly moves as she turns around.

“I’ve never seen you smile.”

This startles me, as it's true. I have never smiled in front of anyone. “Yes.” I answer.

“Why is that?” she asks, walking closer to me.

“I never had a reason to do so.”

“You don’t need a reason. Sometimes you just smile for hello, you smile because you're happy, or you just feel like doing it. Like our caretakers. They smile all the time.”

“They might frown sometimes, but you’re right.” I kick at the ground. “They’re like robots.”

“Yeah. They’re weird.” she agrees.

Silence. We stand with the rain dripping onto our faces for what feels like an hour. Finally, I break the silence. “Do you want to see me smile?”

“I guess. I mean, that's the reason I asked you about smiling.”

So I smile. Just for Maysi, my best and closest friend. My cheeks feel rigid. Must be from not smiling often.

Then I stop.

“There. I smiled.”

I turn around.

“You have a lovely smile.” she whispers.

“Thanks. Let’s continue walking.” I answer.

We continue walking.

I look around. The forest seems a bit more eerie since I smiled. I’ve been walking ahead of Maysi for a minute, so I stop. “Maysi, I’m getting the creeps. Let’s head back.”

She doesn’t answer.

“Maysi, come on, let’s head-” I begin, turning around.

I gasp. She’s nowhere in sight.

“Maysi?” I whisper.

Only the drops of rain answer me.

“Maysi?! Where are you?!” I yell, running around.

Nothing. She vanished.

Without hesitation I burst out of the woods and ran home.

CHAPTER 3

I burst into the house, my wet hair blocking my vision.

“Good afterno-”

“Can it, Josie!” I yell, and I run up the stairs. As I open the door to my room, I look behind me.

She’s staring at me, still smiling. I thought that maybe they frowned sometimes, but Maysi was right.

They never stop smiling.

I slam the door behind me and flop onto my bed. I dig my fingers into my face and pull down.

Ouch.

I feel a liquid beginning to form on the scrapes, so I walk over to my mirror and look at it. I accidentally scratched 8 red lines into my face, all of which are bleeding.

It looks a little like I’m crying blood, which is creepy, so I bandage it up.

Feels better.

I walk over to my bed and sit down. What just happened to Maysi?

There’s many possibilities, but I'll hang on to the most realistic ones.

She ran off without me. Really unlikely, but possible. We’re best friends, and I’ve known her for years. Besides, she can't run away from me that easily. She’s not that fast a runner and she’s pretty loud.

She was killed. I don’t want to think about it. There’s no animal that could kill her that silently. Unless it was a shark. Sharks are silent. We’re not in an ocean, however, so very unlikely.

She was captured. Also unlikely. The woods are dangerous for animals, not kidnappers. There’s probably nothing to capture us.

Unless…

That person! I jump to my feet. Maysi and I both saw a silhouette in the woods. If Maysi was captured, it would be by them.

I need to go look for Maysi. I mean, what kind of person runs away from her best friend?

Me, I guess. I’m a terrible friend.

I get up and grab a bag from my closet. I load it up with supplies for my search, including some pretzels, an apple, a pear, and a flashlight. The search won’t be long, but I’ll probably want a snack and some light.

As I zip up the backpack, I hear something. It must be Josie watching TV. Soap Operas are her favorite thing to watch. I wonder what's going on with Vanessa and Mason and their financial problems in Time is Money.

As I open my door, I realize that the noises I’m hearing aren’t Vanessa’s; their Josie’s. She’s speaking to someone.

And she sounds like she’s anxious.

Josie is never anxious.

As I tiptoe slowly down the stairs, I can’t help but hear her say, “...Eva didn’t…” and I freeze. She said my name. Is she talking about me? I dash past her and crouch behind the couch she’s sitting on, hiding from her view and try to make out what she’s saying. I think she hears something, because she pauses and turns around, and looks robotically from side to side. I hold my breath until she turns around and goes back to her conversation.

I exhale.

“Eva is not of age yet. It isn’t time.”

I jerk my head back, confused. What’s she talking about? I listen again.

“Elizabeth, the test. Eva can’t do it. You know that she’s underage. If you do this you’ll break the code of reality.”

Code of reality? The test? What are these things?

“Yes, yes, it is just that...she found out about Maysi’s disappearance.”

My face drains to pale. How does she know that?

“I just mean...I think she’ll find out about the pods. Yes. Maysi vanished in the woods. It was a bad move to transport her when Eva was there. Yes, it was. Eva now may suspect the woods, and I even saw her packing up. She’s going to find the exit if we don’t stop her. I do not think the test is an answer. The test you have a chance of survival. Eva must be terminated the proper way.”

I feel a scream coming, but I suppress it.

“What way is that?” She turns around, and that’s when I notice how insane her smile has become. “Why, killing her, of course. By poison, stabbing, loss of blood, starvation, dehydration-- Oh, you want poison? Of course, Elizabeth.”

She turns around and hangs up, then she walks into the kitchen and rummages through the fridge for a snack.

I run upstairs and toss my bag on the floor. Then I quietly close the door, open the door, and shout, “Hey, Josie, what’s shakin’?”

Ew, horrible line. She knows I don’t say this. Probably a little suspicious. “Oh, just this milkshake I’m making you!” She replies. “What’s your favorite milkshake flavor?”

“Strawberry-Chocolate.” I answer.

“Comin’ right up hon!”

I walk down and open the silverware drawer, grabbing a spoon, and placing it on the table. She smiles at me, and I smile back. Then, when she turns her back, I grab the poison she has attempted to hide from me (in her pocket), and replace it with sugar.

“Hey, Josie, why don’t you make yourself a milkshake too?”

“Aww, you're being very thoughtful, Eva.” She places the milkshake down, and I notice the little white flecks of sugar she forgot to mix in. Nice try. “I’m actually on a diet, so--”

I spring up. “No, I insist. Here, I’ll make you one. I’ve watched you before, so I know how to make a milkshake.”

“If you really want to.”

I smile, turn my back, and begin to add the ingredients. We chat about school for a few minutes, and then I ask, “Josie, do you want some extra sugar in the milkshake?”

“Yes.” she answers.

I take the poison out of my front pocket and pour it in the milkshake. The poison is a blackish powder. I sniff it, and almost pass out from the fumes. This is definitely lethal. I mix it in as much as I can, and after a minute or so, the milkshake looks like it hasn’t been tampered with. I sprinkle some sugar on the top, so it doesn’t look suspicious. I add a striped straw so that I don’t accidentally drink the poisoned one.

“All done!” I sing, giving her the milkshake.

She and I sip our milkshakes. “This is very good, Eva! It reminds me of--”

That’s when she gasps. She clutches at her throat.

“Are you okay, Josie?” I ask in fake concern.

“My throat feels like...it’s...on fire…” she chokes, her eyes streaming.

“I’ll get you some medicine.” I say, and I walk over to the kitchen counter, where she always leaves her kitchen knife. I grab it and walk back over to her.

“That’s...not medicine, Eva....”

“I heard your conversation with ‘Elizabeth’, whoever that is, and I won’t let my life end because of you. I’m going to find out what pods are, what the test is, and where Maysi is.”

That’s when I notice how strong the poison is. There’s a hole forming in her throat.

“You were...planning on doing this to me?” I whisper in disbelief. “All these years, I thought you were so nice and sweet...but…”

I shake my head, raise the knife, and plunge it straight into her heart. She shudders, and her eyes begin to glaze.

“...I know you thought I was, too. But you were wrong because…”

I push the knife farther into her chest, and bring my lips to her ear.

“I’m not.”

I yank the knife out of her chest and watch as her eyes droop, the pinkness drains from her cheeks, and her smile is finally gone.

Whatever she was, she wasn’t human.

At least, not anymore.

CHAPTER 4

The woman before me is not the Josie I knew. Her smile gone, I see herself as a victim. A victim of what, I don’t know. But I know that whoever Josie used to be, that woman vanished years before.

I’m shocked. I never thought I’d kill Josie. Sure, she annoyed me sometimes, but…

I go over to the couch and try to clear my head. With Josie dead, I don’t have a reason to be in this house anymore. Josie owned it.

That won’t stop me from stealing from it, however.

But before I do that, I need to dispose of the body.

I stand up and walk back over to the kitchen. Josie must’ve slid off the chair, because she lay on the floor, in a crumpled heap. I grab her shoulders and hoist her up, only to immediately drop her in disgust. The hole in her throat has started bleeding, and a small trickle of blood is running down her mouth and onto her chin.

Gross.

Suck it up. I grab her around the waist, hoist her up, and flip her over. I only need to see her throat for a second before it’s gone. I drag her over to where I remember the broom closet was, and, after a minute of confused shuffling, I find it. I open the door, but can’t keep my grip on Josie, who tumbles to the ground. I grab her armpits and yank her into the closet. I step out of the closet and grab the keys hanging on a hook outside. I glance one last time at Josie, close the door, and lock it.

Now that that’s done, I need to get some stuff.

I toss the keys inside a bag I’ll use to store my stuff. They might be useful later on. For what I don’t know. I’m a very cautious person.

I walk over to the kitchen and open the fridge. There’s lots of food inside, so I grab the stuff that I think will spoil the slowest. Like the apples, carrots, steak, ice cream, etc. I also grab an ice pack, so things like the ice cream won’t melt. And although ice cream isn’t that useful, I just like the way it tastes.

Maybe I should get some weapons.

I rummage through a drawer in the kitchen and find what I was looking for. A lighter. I close the drawer and walk over to another closet (not the one with Josie). I open the door, and see what I expected. Josie has camping gear, what for I am unsure. I never went camping. She never did either. I grab a sleeping bag and a flashlight, and shove it into the bag.

It doesn’t fit.

I toss the sleeping bag out in frustration, and that’s when I notice a very thick, long piece of rope hanging on a hook in the closet. I grab it, and using it I secure the sleeping bag to my bag.

I think I have everything I need.

I walk towards the front door, but that’s when I realize that I forgot to get combat weapons. Sure, the lighter can be used to create some serious damage, but I have a high risk of lighting myself on fire.

The knife could be useful.

I walk into the kitchen and grab the knife, which I dropped on the floor. It has blood on it, which is both disturbing and gross, so I grab it and wash it off in the sink. I dump it in the backpack.

Now I’m actually ready to go.

I walk up to the front door, pause, and mutter, “Bye, Josie.”

I walk out the front door, and don’t bother to close it. I don’t have a reason to anymore. There’s a slight breeze that ruffles my hair.

I should get moving.

I begin to walk into the woods, when a sudden sound distracts me.

Squeak squeak squeak.

Noticing that it’s coming from one of the trees, I rush over to examine it. There’s a squirrel in the tree, it’s tiny paws fussing over an acorn. It stares at me, and I stare back, my eyes narrowing in order to get the squirrel into better focus. The squirrel turns around to scamper off into its home, but is interrupted by a rock slamming it in the head, knocking it from the tree and killing it.

It could have been watching me.

I pick up the squirrel's corpse and examine it. It looks young. About 1 year old. After killing Josie, my sympathy is at an all time low.

I’m numb. I grab the squirrel by the neck and throw it into the deep woods. As soon as I turn around, I hear a shriek. I swing around and wait, hoping to hear another sound.

Silence.

I grab a nearby rock and chuck it towards the sound, to which I am rewarded with a rustle. I open my backpack, grab my knife out of my backpack, and charge towards the noise. I slice through a thick bush and stare at what jumps out of it.

A boy with a crossbow.

Based on his height and face, I assume him to be about my age, maybe a bit older, 14 to 15.

We stand there and study each other, his spiky brown hair rustling in the slight breeze, his brown eyes focused on mine.

“Who are you?” I ask, my question obviously reflecting his own thoughts. “And where did you come from? Also why the hell are you in the woods? People died here.”

“I’m Liam.” the boy answers.

I glare at him. “Well where the hell did you come from? I asked.”

“I…um…came from a place called ‘the in between’.”

I stare. “‘The in between’?” Liam nods. “You suck at names.”

He flushes. “I didn’t call it that, someone else called it ‘the in between’.”

“Still a stupid name.”

“Whatever.”

He kicks at a piece of rubble. “Well who are you and where did you come from?” he repeats to me.

“I’m Eva, and I came from the neighborhood.” I reply.

Liam studies me for a few minutes. “Come with me.” he finally says.

I scrunch up my nose. “No, I’m not going with somebody I barely know.”

“Trust me, it’ll do you good.” Liam says, a small tone of desperation in his voice.

“No.” I say firmly. “I’m staying here and going with no one.”

“Fine, you leave me with one choice.” Liam sighs. He taps the bush. “Seth, cmon.”

Suddenly, a boy with silvery hair around the age of nine bursts from the bushes and lands near me. He grabs a cloth and dashes behind me, and before I can do anything, the cloth is covering my eyes. “Sorry,” he whispers in my ear.

Then I feel a sharp pain in my arm and I black out.

CHAPTER 5

My thoughts are jumbled as I return to consciousness. My body is covered in a rough, wooly blanket, and I smell bacon. Am I back at Josie’s house? No, that can’t be possible. I remember everything. “She’s dead.” I mumble aloud.

“Who?” I hear a female voice say.

My eyes shoot open, and I see a girl with vivid pink hair and yellow, catlike eyes staring down at me. “Aaa!” I exclaim, jumping back.

“Sorry for startling you!” she says in a slightly high pitched voice. “It just gets a bit boring seeing the same old faces day after day, so when someone new comes to camp ya just gotta go and see the-“

“I’m sorry, who are you?” I interrupt. Rude, I know, but when someone I don’t know starts acting like we’re best friends? That gets a little unsettling for me.

“Oh, silly me. I’m Lori Barnger.” She extends a hand. “I help invent machines that keep the camp running.”

“What camp?” I ask, cautiously taking her hand and shaking it slightly.

“Well, we’re in a place called the i-“

“Lori! The oven broke down again!” a male voice calls.

Lori grimaces. “Ah, sorry Eva. Everyone relies on me to fix their broken machines. Coming!” She gets up and walks to the exit of the tent I’m in. She smiles and waves. “I’ll see you later!”

I wave back, when suddenly I fall backwards and am lost in the darkness of unconsciousness once again.

The next time I wake up, I hear two voices: Liam and a different male. Their voices are incredibly hard to hear, however, so I hoist myself up a bit and press my ear to the wall of the tent. Eavesdropping only seems to cause problems for me, but for right now, I don’t care.

“…don’t care about how helpful she could be, the new girl will take up more supplies than we want.”

“Her name is Eva, Jack…”

They’re talking about me. I suddenly am back behind the couch, listening to Josie speaking about her plot to murder me.

Josie.

I can’t help it. Although she tried to kill me, it’s still so sad what happened. She wasn’t herself. I let out a loud, audible sob, and the people fall silent.

Shoot.

I hear footsteps, and I immediately shove my head onto the pillow and pretend to be asleep. I hear the tent door zip open, and a rustling.

“There’s nothing, Jack. I think that she was just having a bad dream. Ah, no wonder. Her covers are all bunched up at the foot of her bed.” Liam walks over to me and grabs the blankets at the foot of my mattress. He tosses them over me and I realize how cold I was. Warmth washes over me and I hear Liam leave the tent again.

I press my ear back to the tent wall.

“Nobody makes a sob that loud, Liam. Even Seth doesn’t cry that much, and he’s a big cryba-“

“Don’t talk about Seth like that. He’s a strong kid. He’s stuck through everything we’ve been through without a problem.”

“I didn’t ask and don’t care, Liam. Remember who’s in control here.”

“I do.”

“Good, then let’s continue our little chat about your new friend.”

“I just…there was something about her that I couldn’t help noticing. She was packed up, like she was ready to go away from her neighborhood to live somewhere else. I just thought that she could try to live in this cam-“

“Liam, Liam, Liam. I’m sure that she was only going to feed the animals.” Jack says carelessly.

“She threw a dead squirrel right at Seth! I don’t think she’s the type of person who would feed animals.”

“Well, you make a fair point.” Jack sighs. “I’ll let her in for now. But if anything goes wrong she’ll go back to the forest where she belongs.”

“Fine.” Liam snarls, and he angrily stomps over to the tent I’m in and plops down beside me, rubbing his eyes. He grabs his sheets and tosses them over his body. Within a few minutes, he’s asleep.

It takes me a second to fall asleep, and when I do it’s painful. I constantly wake up in between a repeating dream about Josie and the hole in her neck, growing wider and wider until it swallows me.

When I wake up for the last time, I’m confused about how I woke up, because it wasn’t from fear. Then I realize it’s because the silvery haired boy is rustling noisily around in a backpack. He notices that I’m awake, and immediately apologizes.

“I’m really sorry that I blindfolded you!” he whispers. “The leader of our camp, Jackson, has this rule where we have to use a sedative on a human who looks like they could survive on their own!”

“Wait, wha-? Why do you need to do that?” I ask, startled by his apology.

“Well, he’s afraid that the new people might turn him into the…leaders of the test. He’s a very paranoid and annoyed person, and he rarely trusts anyone.”

“I don’t think he’s very fond of me.” I answer blankly.

The kid shakes his head. “Oh, don’t worry, he’s not fond of anyone. The other day he yelled at this lady named Sue for spilling some of her water on the floor. Of course, Sue didn’t react much because of her past…”

“Who’s Sue?” I ask, puzzled.

“Oh, she’s one of the people who lives in this camp,” Seth says, grabbing the bag he was looking through again. He searches through it for a minute or two, before stopping. He looks at me and tilts his head. “I could introduce you to some of the people in this camp if you want?”

“I don't know…” I answer, remembering last night. “I feel like they’ll think I’m weird or something.”

“Everyone here is a little weird,” Seth assures me.

“Even you?” I ask. Seth doesn’t seem like the type of person who would be weird.

“Oh, definitely. Everyone knows that I prefer sleeping on rocks rather than a mattress,” he states, gesturing over to a part of the tent that’s covered with stones. I stare at him. “I told you everyone’s a little weird,” he says, shrugging.

“I guess,” I answer, shrugging. “Sure, you can introduce me to some people.”

“Ok, thanks. Lots of people have been wanting to meet you.” Seth says, pushing the bag aside and standing up. “I’ll be right back.”

He runs out of the tent, and comes back a few minutes later with some bacon and eggs on a plate. “Here,” he says, giving me the plate along with a fork. “You should eat before we go.”

I nod and pick up the fork. I sink the fork into the eggs and take a bite. After a minute of eating, I speak to the kid. “You're Seth, right?” Seth nods. “So Liam’s your brother?”

“Yeah.” Seth says. “He’s really, really nice and caring. If you cry he’ll come over to you and comfort you until you're better.”

I nod and finish the food. When Seth offers to show me where to place my dishes, I follow him over to what looks like a portable kitchen. Fold up chairs, tables, a sink, two dirty mini-fridges, and a few random counters dotted here and there give off the feeling of strange comfort.

After I place my dishes in the sink, I’m amazed as the sink does all the washing on its own. “Who made this sink?” I ask Seth.

“Sam.”

“Who?”

“Oh, Sam’s one of our inventors. He created the mini-fridges and the sink you just asked about.”

“Hm,” I answer.

“Do you want to go meet him first?” Seth asks, his hand clutching my hand so that he can lead me.

“Sure, I guess.”

Seth pulls me across a very dusty pathway, over to a place that looks like a metal igloo, its silver dome gleaming in the sun. Seth knocks on the door, and steps back. He was right to do so. The door emits a steam that smells of rotten eggs, and a person in a white chemical-resistant suit comes out. “Can I help you?” They ask, their mask dripping with the liquid that came off the steam. Then they see Seth. “Seth! Hey, what are you doing this early? Is your brother up yet?”

“Liam won’t be up for another 15 minutes, he had another talk with Jack last night.” Seth says. “And I’m currently bringing the new person around— um…I don’t know your name…I forgot.” Seth says, staring up at me.

“Eva.” I remind him.

“I’m bringing Eva around, showing her some people in camp. She was fascinated by your sink.” Seth says, his attention back on the other person.

“A lot of people were.” the person says, walking over to the igloos door and shutting it. “Including your brother, Seth.”

“Yeah, Liam really appreciates your inventions.” Seth replies.

The figure nods and their hands reach over to a button on the suit. They press it, and the suit opens up like it has a door in it. A boy with dazzling blonde hair steps out of it, and he waves, grinning. Seth waves, and so do I.

“Hi new person! My name is Sam, and I work in the inventions department!”

“Hi, I’m Eva.”

The boy's ocean blue eyes fix on mine. He shifts his goggles that are strapped to his head. Seth speaks up. “Eva, do you want to go check out the inventions department with Sa-“

I feel something slam into my shoulder, and I whip around, expecting to see Jackson, although I don’t know what he looks like. Instead it’s a girl with curly black hair, stone gray eyes and a hollow look about her.

“Excuse me.” she says harshly, trying to get past me.

“Good morning, Sue!” Sam says happily. “How are you doing?”

“Fine.” she replies, still trying to get past me.

“Would you like to come check out some inventions with me, Seth, and E-“

“No.” Sue states firmly, and she finally gets past me and rushes off.

I wrinkle my nose. “Well, she doesn’t seem very friendly.”

Sam's joyful face is replaced with a bit of sadness. “Well…she didn’t have a very good life, I’ll say that much.”

“What happened to her?” I ask.

“Not my story to tell.” Sam whispers. He forces a smile back onto his face. “Anyways, let’s get go-“

“SAM OLIVER PLEASE REPORT TO JACKSON RIVERA’S TENT.” A voice booms out. “THANK YOU.”

Sam grimaces. “Ah, shoot. Sorry guys, I gotta go. I’ll catch you later.” He rushes off.

I blink. “He seems nice.”

“Yeah, he’s one of the most optimistic people in the camp.” His voice drops to a whisper. “There are rumors that he likes this girl named Lori, who’s also in the inventor’s department.”

“I know Lori!” I exclaim. “She came to visit me when I first arrived at camp unconscious a day ago!”

Seth looks guilty. “Actually you’ve been out for more than a day. The sedative I used on you was a bit too strong, and it caused you to blackout instead of being sedated.”

I ponder this. “Well, I got more sleep than I expected.”

Seth nods. I tilt my head. “Why do you never smile, Seth?” I ask.

“It’s a long story,” Seth says, obviously brushing off my question. “So since you met Sue, Lori, and Sam, do you wanna go meet Jackson or Liam?”

“No.” I reply firmly.

CHAPTER 6

I blink my eyes open, the daylight shining through the tent canopy. I raise my arm and shield my eyes from the bright light and turn over onto my side. It must be around 7.

I sit up and look around, and that’s when I find the pile of fresh, folded clothes lying in front of me. There’s a note attached to them, and I pick it up.

Eva,

I managed to sneak you some fresh clothes.

Our leader doesn’t like it when new people get things like this, but I think you should have it.

Don’t tell.

-Lori

I put on the clothes (which are soft) and open the tent door. I step outside, and immediately smell smoke. I follow the smell and see a breakfast area with a bunch of people gathered around a table. Upon seeing me arrive towards the table, Seth rushes over to me. “Hi, Eva. D’you want to come sit with me?”

I shrug. “I dunno, I was going to go check out the camp.”

“Well you should eat something before that. The camp is big, and breakfast is really important.” Seth insists.

I sigh and allow Seth to make me sit with him. Though I don’t feel particularly hungry, I eat a bit of egg to make him not worry about me that much. I can’t help but like Seth. We barely know each other, and yet he seems to genuinely care about me. As we sit at the table, he introduces me to a few people. Lanna, a mute redhead who is a teacher for people who can’t read or write, Erin, an inventor, and Don, a man in the military. “What military?” I ask Don, who is placing some sausages on his plate.

“Y’know, just some sort of guard just in case anything happens. Once a jaguar came into camp. It was pretty scary. We managed to wound it before Jackson came from behind us and stabbed it in the head.”

I look around the area. All around us is pure, gray terrain. It doesn't look like the habitat of a jaguar. I shake this thought off and say, “So…about Jackson. He’s the leader of this camp, right?”

“Mhm.” Don says through a mouthful of sausage pieces.

“Does that mean that you have to get permission from him to join the military?” I ask.

Don gulps. “Well, yeah, but he doesn’t let girls in.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Why?”

Don shrugs and puts a huge sausage piece in his mouth. “I fink ‘e said somefing abou’ woman on’y being usheful for sewvants amd breeders.”

Even though I haven’t met Jackson (I have heard him), I feel some sort of hatred toward him. “That’s stupid.”

“Yeah, but nobody dares stand up to him. He’ll toss you out of camp so fast you can’t say ‘jerk’.” Don sighs, and he places another sausage piece in his mouth.

I eat a bit more egg then place my dishes in the self washing sink. I wave goodbye to Seth and begin to walk around the camp, looking at everything. After about thirty minutes, I begin to fantasize about joining the military. I’m good at fighting, I could easily fit in there. While I’m fantasizing, I accidentally crash into somebody. We both topple to the floor and I brush the hair out of my eyes to see who it is. It’s the girl named Sue. Books lay scattered around her, and as I reach towards one close to me, she snarls, “Don’t touch it.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Why not?”

“Because you’ll obviously just tear it in half like Jackson, or rip the pages off nitwit.”

I glare at her and pick up the book, to which she scowls. “I SAID don’t tou-” I shove the books into her hand. She looks at me in shock.

“What I am doing is called being nice, which you apparently aren’t that good at.” I snap. Then I get up and walk away.

I don’t like Sue. The way she acts seems both ungrateful and rude. I am about to continue checking out the camp, when Sue calls, “Sorry.”

I whip around, but Sue is running off. I notice she left one of her books behind. “Hey, you forgot your-” I begin, but I stop when I understand she’s out of earshot. I look at the book's title, and it says, My Diary.

Without really knowing what I’m doing, I pick up the diary. My hand makes to open the book, but I force myself not to. I pocket the diary, and begin to walk in the direction Sue had run. After I pass a few tents, I hear yelling. It’s coming from the largest tent in the area. I walk closer to the tent and listen intently. I’m surprised to hear Jackson.

“Lori, you know that we don’t give fresh clothes to the new people, it’s not-”

“Jack, I don’t care! The poor girl was dressed in the clothes from her caretaker's house! Cut her some slack.”

“I don’t care! Besides, she’s odd. While she was knocked out, she literally woke up twitching, then went back to sleep. I want to kick her out, she doesn’t deserve to be here.”

“Jack, come on, I think your being too harsh on-“

There’s a clatter and a bang as Jack supposedly slams his fist on the table. “She’s weird and I don’t like it. The way she acts is unsettling. You know that.”

Lori bites her lip. “I- I mean…she’s a little strange, yeah, but…” Her voice turns cold. “I’m strange too, Jack, and you haven’t kicked ME out.”

“Lori, wait-“

I duck out of the way as Lori’s dark shadow bursts through the tent entrance, anger flaring in her eyes. She begins to walk away when Jackson’s silhouette bursts from the tent. “Lori, don’t you dare walk away from me.” he hisses.

“Oh? And why not?”

“Sam,” he whispers tauntingly. “Your little, precious Sammy. I know you love him.”

Lori stumbles a little. “I-I don’t.”

Jackson rests his hand on Lori’s shoulder. I can hear the smile in his voice. “Yes, you do. I’ve seen the way you look at him. You’re smitten with that guy. Or should I say…freakish girl?”

“Don’t you dare make fun of him you fucking transphobe!” Lori screeches, and she slaps him across the face. “So what if he prefers to go by he/him? He’s happy, and he doesn’t go by she/her anymore!”

Jackson chuckles and rubs his red cheek. “You’ve made a mistake, Lori. You know what will happen unless you give me a little kiss.”

Lori’s eyes blare with anger, but suddenly turn frightened. She approaches Jackson and gives him a peck on the lips. Jackson’s voice turns cold, yet gentle. “That was close, wasn’t it?” He walks back into his tent. “Come by soon.”

Lori runs off. From what I understand and just saw, I’d say that Lori is being forced into a relationship with Jackson, or else he’ll do something to Sam. This annoys me so much that I have the courage to burst into Jacksons tent and state I want to be in the military, when I feel Sue’s diary against my leg.

She’ll be wanting this.

But just as I’m about to try and find Sue, my head twitches. Confused, I feel around my head to see if there was a bug or something, but no, there isn’t anything. Then my head twitches again. It’s a horrible feeling when your body moves without consent. It makes you feel like you have a problem. My foot makes a sudden jerking motion that causes me to fall onto the ground.

Whatever’s going on, I don’t like. I sit up and feel around my body. Nothing feels wrong or out of place. Shaken, I get up and begin to walk in Sue's direction.

CHAPTER 7

It’s hard to find Sue, given that she seems to have vanished into thin air. The only way to find her is by peeking inside tents. After about the ninth tent, I see Sue sitting on top of a sleeping bag, reading one of the books she dropped.

“Oh, it’s you.” She says, not bothering to look towards me.

“It’s me.” I confirm.

“What do you want?” Sue asks, putting her book down and glaring at me. “Make it quick.”

“You dropped this.” I extend the diary to her, and it is immediately ripped out of my hand.

“You didn’t read it, did you?” Sue asks suspiciously.

“I don’t infiltrate others' personal belongings, Sue.” I roll my eyes. “That’s a stupid and unbeneficial thing to do.”

She shoves the book under her pillow and picks the book back up. For some reason, instead of walking away, I remain in her tent. She looks at me weirdly. “Do you want something or…?”

“Er-” I know I do want something, but it seems stupid to mention. I extend my hand. “This…uh…is a little stupid but…I think we got off on the wrong foot. Can we like…be friends?”

Sue shakes her head. “I don’t do friends. They all die or disappear someday, somehow.”

I draw back my hand, and turn to leave, when my mouth moves on it’s own. “Well, having a friend is better than living life alone, right? Everyone dies eventually, so you gotta accept what happiness you can.”

Sue stares fixedly at her book, but I can see she’s not focusing on it. Her eyes are unmoving on a certain spot in the book. Her lips tighten. “Fine, guilt tripper. You can stay for fifteen minutes.”

“Thanks.” I walk over to her and peer behind at her book. “Whatcha reading?”

“Dracula.”

“Ah.”

We stay there in silence, when I sit down beside her. “You know, your hair is extremely curly.”

“Everyone says that. Go ahead, make fun of it, I know you w-“

“Can I style it?”

This takes Sue aback. She obviously hasn’t expected this. She shakes her head. “No, you might ship off my hair.”

“What gives you the impression that I’d ever do that?” I ask, somewhat irritated at Sue’s paranoia.

“I…I don’t-“ she glares at me. “Fine.”

I smile and turn her around so that her hair faces me. Slowly, I begin to untwist some forming knots, comb some dreadlocks out with a hairbrush Sue got me, and brush her hair so that it’s nice and silky.

After fifteen minutes of combing, Sue says, “This feels nice.”

“Yeah. If you want, I can come over every day and do your hair for you.”

“That’d be nice,” Sue admits.

I smile and continue to brush her hair. After a long while, I’m done. Sue runs a finger through her now silky black hair. “Thanks, Eva.”

“Don’t mention it.” I say, handing her the brush. She takes it, but she doesn’t bring it back to the bathroom. She screws her eyes up, as if remembering something. “What’s up?”

Sue’s eyes snap back to normal. “Hm?” She says, turning towards me. “Oh, sorry Eva, what’d you say?”

“I asked you what you were doing,” I answer. “You looked really concentrated.”

“Oh,” Sue says. She looks slightly uncomfortable. “It’s nothing. See you tomorrow, Eva.”

Noticing this as a “leave me alone” warning, I nod and leave her tent. As I’m walking, intending to go to the tent I’m staying at, I notice something. I seem to be continually circling around the front of Jackson’s tent. I’m confused about my body’s refusal to go home, when I remember the military, Lori, and Sam.

I think I want to speak with him.

My foot immediately steps forward, and the rest of my body follows suit. As soon as I get into the tent, Jackson, who’s sitting at a desk with a pen and paper, calls, “Who is it?”

“Eva.” I answer.

I see Jackson’s fist tighten on the pen. “You don’t belong here.” He snarls, not turning towards me.

“I know.” I reply.

“Then why are you in here?” he asks, his hand scratching on the piece of paper.

“I need a favor.”

“Like I’d do anything for YOU.” he snaps, slightly turning his head in my direction.

“You will.” I answer, my hand twitching.

“Was that a threat?” Jackson drawls. He turns around. “We’ll go ahead, try me, you little idiot.”

Even though he just insulted me, I have to admit he’s quite a looker, with his steely gray eyes, coal-black hair, and strong, tall form.

“Ugh, never mind. I want to be in the military.”

Jackson snickers. “You. A girl. In the military? Don’t make me laugh.”

“I’m not trying to. I want to join the military.”

“Well good luck trying to convince me. I only let pretty girls do what they want when they’re my girlfriend.”

“You little-“ I exhale.

“Yes?” Jackson asks sweetly.

“Never mind. Is there anything else I can do to get into the military?”

“Hmmm, I dunno.” Jackson snaps his fingers. “Ah, wait. You can beat me in a fight. That’ll prove you’re strong enough.”

As I nod, I remember Josie. She died at the hands of me. I could easily beat Jack. “Oh, I think I’m capable enough.”

“Great, it’s nice to have dreams.” Jackson taunts. “The fight’ll be at eight. Now get out.”

“Fine.” I snap, and I leave.

I step outside and prepare to walk to my tent, when Sam almost bumps into me.

“Oop- sorry, Eva.” he mutters.

“It’s fine, Sam.” My eyes fall onto the pile of electronic parts he’s holding. “Need help?”

Sam smiles at me. “I’ll manage.”

I smile back slightly. “Care for a walk?”

“Sure, but let me just place these parts at the igloo. Lori…uh…wanted them.”

“Alright.”

As we walk towards the igloo, Sam asks a question I wasn’t expecting; “So, have you asked Jackson about the military yet?”

“I did.” I reply. “Wait, how did you find out about that? I thought-”

“Eva, please. I know everyone in camp. Don immediately told me about you wanting to join the military.”

“Ah, shit, my secret is revealed.”

“Mhm.” He walks over to the igloo and dumps the parts down. “Lori, the parts are here!”

“Thanks Sam!” comes Lori’s distant voice.

Sam and I continue walking. “Did you get in?” Sam asks after a while.

“No.” I say flatly.

“Didn’t expect you to.” Sam sighs. “That jerk is stubborn as nails.”

“Yeah.” I mutter. A thought pops into my head. “Sam?”

“Mhm?”

“What do you think of Lori?”

“She’s a cool person. Nice, funny, really weird, pretty, smart…” His face turns red. “Aaaand I’ve said too much.”

I, however, grin. “So you like her? Non-platonically?”

“Sure, you could- I mean- no! Maybe?” Sam covers his eyes with his hands. “Look, Eva, it doesn’t matter if I like her or not, because Jackson’ll just…he LIKES Lori.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. What’s the big deal?“

“The big deal is that he’ll most definitely kill me.”

“He’d kill you over a girl?”

“He’s…” Sam hesitates. “He’s killed people before. We don’t get on his bad side, due to this.”

“Oh.” I hesitate. “Sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“Alright.” My stomach gives an unpleasant squirm. “Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“I arranged something to fight Jackson.”

Sam stops. He looks at me, somewhat frightened. “You what?”

“I-“

“Eva, for gods-“ He buries his face in his hands. He pulls it back out. “Your fucked, you know that?”

“I am?” I ask.

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“Just ask,”

A/N: A little something I thought about after watching the season 6 finale of Family Matters (if you know this one, you’re officially ‘cool 😎’). Enjoy! @cassianappreciationweek

Summary: Cassian being a good dad to not just his daughters but also his young soldiers.

Cassian: (sleeping with his wife)

Nesta: (dreaming about stabbing)

Both: (hears a hard bump)😳

Nesta: What the hell was that?

Cassian: Idk. Let’s find out

Both: (gets out of bed)

Nesta: (carrying a dagger)

Cassian: (carrying a bat)

Nesta: (whispers) Why do you have a bat?

Cassian: Why else? To kill them

Nesta: With a bat?! It’ll be too messy.

Cassian: Well I didn’t wanna kill them too quickly

Nesta: You look like you’re going to play baseball at 4 in the morning 😒

Cassian: Shh, someone’s in the kitchen.

Both: (slowly creeps into the kitchen and turns on the light)

???: (eating pickles)……oh hey General 😁

Nesta: General?

Cassian: wait a sec…Zach?!

Zach: (a young Illryian boy) Hey there. Sry, I meant to call but my phone bill went out

Nesta: Um honey, who the hell is this?

Zach: Oh you must be the witch that everyone’s been talking about. Name’s Zach.

Nesta: I wasn’t asking you

Zach: Someone’s grumpy 🙄

Cassian: You just broke into our house. What’s you expect? We give you some food and half our salary and let you run off?

Zach: 🤯 You’ll give me half your salary

Cassian: 😡

Nesta: Why are you in our house

Zach: Oh nothing much. Me and the guys are here to get breakfast

Cassian: Zach, this isn’t even-wait, the guys?

Zach: Yeah. Alex, Kenny, Mike, and Sal.

Nesta: There’s MORE of you

Zach: Sure there is. There’s this thing called multiplying where I come from. You see when a man and a woman love each other very much-

Nesta: I’m gonna rip out your tongue if you don’t shut up

Cassian: Where are they

All: (hears a toilet flush)

Alex: (faerie walks out of bathroom) Sorry. That casserole did not sit well with me. Btw you’re out of TP

Nesta: I’m guessing you’re Alex

Alex: Why yes I am madam 😏

Nesta: 🙄

???: Hey can someone keep it down? We’re trying to sleep

Zach: Sry brah

Cassian: (stomps over to the couch and pulls the cover)

???: BRIGHT LIGHT! BRIGHT LIGHT!

Cassian: Sal! Kenny!

Sal/Kenny: (Kenny’s and Illryian and so is Sal) (sees Cassian) 😳

Kenny: …hiya General

Sal: Lovely night.

Cassian: were you two…just-

Kenny: Oh no of course not.

Sal: Yeah we finished hours ago.

Cassian: (lost for words)

Nesta: Honey, who is it

Cassian: Two people who are about to be sent to the mountains if they don’t get the hell off my damn couch!

Sal: okay okay geez

Kenny: Who died and made him cranky

Cassian: (opens mouth to respond but suddenly remembers) Where’s Mike?

Sal: Huh?

Cassian: Where’s Mike!

Kenny: Oh Michael. Haven’t seen him yet

All: (hears the back down open reveal Mike, a high faerie)

Mike: Hey Zach, did you find any of those Lucky Charms I like

Zach: Nah sry brah. He’s out

Mike: General! How the hell are you out of Lucky Charms?!

Cassian: Mike I swear to the cauldron, I’ll-

Mike: The cauldron will bury you when they find out you don’t have any LUCKY CHARMS!

Zach: Calm down brah. It’s gonna be fine

Mike: Does he at least have some Cocoa Puffs

Zach: Yeah next to the Cheez-Its

Mike: Awesome! (Goes into the pan tree to get cereal)

Nesta: So, how did you get in here? Our house is blocked with magic wards

Zach: The spiral stairs. Took forever

Nesta: Then how did…(gestures to Mike)

Mike: Mike

Nesta: Mike get in here?

Zach: Oh I create a temporary window after I found my way here so the guys could get in. It should be closed now

Mike: SCORE! (Finds the cereal and eats it from the box)

Cassian: Alright that’s it! Out! Everyone out now!

Alex: But I didn’t find my Cheez-Its

Cassian: I said OUT!!!

Sal: killjoy

Kenny: And I wanted to try that French cheese too

Alex: Hey General?

Cassian: What

Alex: Isn’t a little late for you to be playing baseball?

Cassian: 😳……😡🔥

Alex: (wisely keeps his mouth shut)

Mike: (eats all the puffs) Oh a toy!

Zach: Whatcha get?

Mike: That orange bird guy on the commercial.

Zach: Sick man

Both: (high five!)

Cassian: BOYS!!!!

Mike: Cya tmr morning Zach (rushes out of the house)

Zach: Cya (goes to the front door to walk out when Cassian grabs him)

Cassian: Not. You

Zach: 😳

Alex: Uh oh~

Kenny: Someone’s in trouble

Cassian: And the rest of you will be in trouble if you don’t GET YOUR ASSES OUTTA MY HOUSE!

Kenny: (quickly carries Sal) Let’s run away together my dear

Sal: LET’S!

Both: (runs away into the night)

Alex: (walks to the door)

Zach: Wait, don’t leave me!

WAlex: Sry brah. Nothing personal. (Leaves)

Zach: 😑

Cassian: 😡

Zach: 😅 Um…nice…house?

Cassian: (let’s him go) Sit.

Zach: (quickly sits on the couch) 😥

Cassian: You’ve got five seconds to explain why you were in my house

Zach: Uh you know…uh…for a prank! Yeah, it was a prank

Cassian: I don’t believe you

Zach: Why not

Cassian: Cause you’ll never admit to a prank. At. All.

Zach: well it was

Cassian: Fine. A month in the freezing mountain would be good for your wings

Zach: No! Wait!

Cassian: 🤨

Zach: …………

Cassian: Zach

Zach: Well…the thing is……um…

Both: (hears a growl)

Zach: (shyly looks away holding his stomach)

Cassian: ……when’s the last time you ate

Zach: Uh…the pickles! A moment ago

Cassian: Before that

Zach: ……(looks away)

Cassian: Zach…do you not have anything to eat at home

Zach: Course I do. I have……water

Cassian: What about food?

Zach: Phew. Food’s overrated

Cassian: 😠

Zach: 😔 okay fine…I haven’t eaten in 3 days

Cassian: What?!

Zach: My parents got divorced. My dad left. My mom and I are offically poor and have no food left

Cassian: So for the past 3 days you haven’t eaten anything

Zach: ……

Cassian: (sighs) Wait here (goes into the kitchen)

Zach: 😕

30 minutes later

Cassian: (comes back with a plate full of food)

Zach: 🤤

Cassian: Here. It’s for you

Zach: (eats it really fast) (burps) Th-Thanks. You didn’t have to-

Cassian: Do you have a place to stay?

Zach: Yeah my mom’s. But…we…

Cassian: I know.

Zach: 😔

Cassian: Alright. Tell you what. My brother, the High Lord-

Zach: Wait?! The High Lord is your brother?!

Cassian: Yes and if you don’t want me to tell him about you and your friends, stay quiet and pay attention.

Zach: 🤐

Cassian: My brother’s looking for an assistant sense me and Azriel, my other brother are preoccupied with the soldiers and the Valkyries. I’ll tell him about you. And I’ll see if I can get you a well paid job.

Zach: 😳 R-R-Really

Cassian: If you do the work right, and still show up for training, I’ll see what I can do.

Zach: That’s…amazing! Idk what to say.

Cassian: But, on one condition.

Zach: Anything

Cassian: No more sneaking around to get food. Especially not at my house. And that goes for the rest of your pals. Got it?

Zach: Totally

Cassian: Next time you need food, just ask.

Zach: Sure thing. Hey uh, Gene-

Cassian: Cass is fine

Zach: Cass…can I have…seconds

Cassian: 😁 You can have as much as you want

Zach: (zooms into the kitchen)

Nesta: (comes in) I heard bits and pieces. What’s going on?

Cassian: Tell yeah in a bit. Right now, for the time being, we have another mouth to feed.

#nesta #cassian #cassianappreciationweek2023 #nessian #so cute #Cassian as a dad is the best #Dad Cass #night court

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sunnie-angel · 7 months ago

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Sanne, whatever you put into this is pure magic. I want three movies and a spinoff series about the little old magic matchmaker. The whole set up is delicious and Jason’s POV is everything. (Apologies for if I’ve basically highlighted the entire fic below, I just enjoyed it too much)

(He can think of some other things young people do, things that Jason won't allow himself to dream of.)

Smirking over this line but also sad that he thinks he can’t even dream of affection

Then you flash him the sweetest smile he's ever been on the receiving end of.

🥺 he deserves all the smiles. It’s so sweet that he’s been keeping track of your smiles for him

"Are you on drugs?" Jason releases your hands to hold your face. He gently pushes your eyelids up to inspect your pupils. You just smile.

Funny that that’s his first reaction to you showing up so happy to see him, but a little bittersweet too

Breath catches in his throat. You can't mean that. Do you even know what you're saying? No, impossible.

it’s everything he’s never wanted to let himself have right on his doorstep and he can’t even enjoy it

"I do love you," Jason says quickly, panicking at your distress. "I do. Shit. Please don't cry, honey. I do love you."

Love how the sight of your tears immediately reduces him to panic. Oh he is down bad.

Jason's thought about this many times, holding your hand and taking you for rides, you adoring him, hugging him, kissing him. He's nothing if not a masochist.

Asofijweofhohvaosijrgfweiojf even his daydreams are so sweet. “He’s nothing if not a masochist”, Sanne you are killing me.

Jason reaches for your shoulder, stops, then forces himself to touch you.

Him being so uncomfortable because you can’t give consent while under the spell is everything.

(It doesn't matter. Jason knows he's a bastard for being in your life at all.)

Nooooooo 😭

You nod. "Yeah. You always look out for me. 'S part of why I love you so much." Good God. Jason's going to be a ball of self-hatred for the next millenia over this.

Jason Todd’s self-esteem issues are working overtime. I eat it up every time

He's good. He's being good for you.

Swooning

Holy fuck. Jason nearly buckles at the sensation.

I snorted out loud at that. Oh he is gonna be such a goner when you finally get your hands on him.

And, okay. Jason can do teasing. He can even do borderline psychotic remarks. That's part of having siblings. He's made a few in his day. They've all stabbed or shot each other.

Again, I swear you understand the batsiblings’ dynamics so well. Peak sibling behaviour especially when you factor in all the vigilante skills.

And what he realized is that he's never getting married.

It’s okay, I wasn’t using my heart for anything anyway.

You're warm and smell good. Jason feels feral.

YES! YES! Make him lose his senses!

Jason cannot handle seeing you in your underwear. He draws the line there.

Giggling at this because you’re on your way to being cured and still finding new ways to fluster him.

Your brain short-circuits: big strong man strong big good nice.

Oh same girl, same.

"Oh," you say. Well, you certainly didn't need a spell for that to happen.

Yes! Yes! Loving him is a matter of fact! It’s not a surprise or a revelation, it’s a part of you.

"Yeah," he says quietly. "'Course we're still friends."

My stomach actually clenched at this. No!!!! You both can’t pretend nothing happened!

"Okay," you say, wanting to jump out of Jason's two-story window. "I'm gonna go drop off the face of the Earth now. Bye."

Wait until you hear about the earlobe bite. Dick and Tim are going to get sooo much mileage out of that story.

And actually, it feels like the most normal thing in the world, kissing Jason Todd.

This was such a sweet ending. I’m gonna be thinking about this fic for a while, it’s just so wonderfully done.

most normal thing in the world | jason todd

Summary: You get hit with a love spell. Naturally, the first person you seek out is Jason Todd.

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings/tags: love spell (so potentially mild dubious consent but all the feelings are reciprocated), lovesick you, lovesick jason, repressed jason, LOTS of cuddling/lovie stuff, needles, magic, pining, happy ending.

the divider

Jason's having a good night.

He made himself an indulgent lasagna, and now he's got leftovers for tomorrow. He's off from patrol tonight, which, he must admit, was nice of Cass to offer.

Yeah, Jason actually feels pretty normal. Feels like any young person would. Hell, he might put on a movie he won't pay attention to, or finally adopt a cat, just to keep the normal streak going. That's what young folks do, right?

(He can think of some other things young people do, things that Jason won't allow himself to dream of.)

Knock knock.

Jason sighs. Well. The streak was good while it lasted.

He gets up, shuffling over in his sweats. He undoes the four locks and opens the door to reveal... you.

"Uh, hey," he says, cracking the door wider. "Everything okay?"

It's late. You shouldn't be out now, even if the sun hasn't gone down yet.

Jason frowns when you sway in the doorway and don't respond.

Then you flash him the sweetest smile he's ever been on the receiving end of. Wow. Sure, Jason's seen you flash your pretty teeth before. But not like this. And not at him.

"Hi, Jaylove. Hi."

"Uh." He watches you walk right past him, into his apartment. He shuts the door. "Hi... What's goin' on? You alright?"

You turn to face him. "Why wouldn't I be? After all, you're here."

"What?"

You walk to him and take his hands in yours. Jason's eyebrows rise.

"Hey...?" Jason says, looking at your joined hands. You lace your fingers together.

"My prince," you say happily. "Your eyes are beautiful. Like emeralds. And you have a beautiful mouth. Your whole face is beautiful. I'd like to paint you."

"Are you on drugs?" Jason releases your hands to hold your face. He gently pushes your eyelids up to inspect your pupils. You just smile.

"I feel high when you touch me," you say. "Just being near you is drug enough."

Yeah, Jason's now feeling a healthy amount of paranoia. It's not that you don't stop by or that you're not nice. No, you're the sweetest creature Jason's ever had the pleasure of meeting.

But wanting to touch him? Thinking he's beautiful? Calling him your prince? Either you're drugged or he's died again and found paradise.

Then again, he probably wouldn't still be in Gotham if this were paradise. You'd definitely be here, though.

"Right. Your eyes are fine." Jason lets go of your face. "You sure you didn't take anything? Drink anything? Run into anyone?"

"I drank tea," you say, gazing up at him. "And I petted a fat orange cat. Don't you want a cat?"

"I surely do. You drank tea?"

"Mmhm. It was almost as amazing as you."

Jason nods and lets go of you so he can take your hand. "Okay. We're going to the Cave."

"How come?" you ask, but you don't protest as he leads you out and into the elevator.

"Because I wanna make sure you're okay," he says, pushing the button labeled one. You're definitely not okay, but he doesn't want to worry you.

"Oh." You lean against Jason's arm. He stiffens and looks down at you. You just burrow into his side. "'Cause you love me?"

Breath catches in his throat. You can't mean that. Do you even know what you're saying? No, impossible.

You look up when he's silent for too long. "Jay-Jay? Didja hear me?"

"Yeah," he says slowly. "Yeah, I did."

You look at him, big eyes sweet. "Don't you love me too? I love you."

Jason swallows hard. "I, um, don't think you're in your right mind."

Your lip quivers. Oh, God. No, please don't cry, please don't—

"You don't love me?" you ask, tears welling.

"I do love you," Jason says quickly, panicking at your distress. "I do. Shit. Please don't cry, honey. I do love you."

You frown, cheeks wet. "You're just saying that! You hate me!"

Jason shakes his head. "No, no! Oh, never, I could never hate ya, honest! I was just... um, this is the first time we've said it to each other, y'know? I do love you. Have for a long time now."

He strokes your cheek with his thumb, soaking up your tears. You sniffle but accept this, nodding.

"Oh. I'm sure I've told you that I love you before. I love you so much, Jason. I'll never love anyone the way I love you."

God, this is fucking torture. As the elevator reaches the ground floor, Jason takes a deep breath, lets you link your fingers with his, and leads you out to the street. The universe is intent in never granting him a normal night. Noted.

There's no way you're in your right mind. Jason's figured this from the start. But that doesn't make the way you look at him, like he's anybody worth looking at, any less painful.

He pulls out his phone, shoots a quick text to Dick. ETA 10 min.

Dick responds two seconds later. What's up?

Possible Code 12.

Jason pockets his phone, running through potential reasons for what did this to you. Ivy's not wreaking havoc tonight, as far as he knows.

Meanwhile, you're in another world, humming and holding his hand. Jason's thought about this many times, holding your hand and taking you for rides, you adoring him, hugging him, kissing him. He's nothing if not a masochist.

"Okay, sweetheart," Jason says, and you immediately turn to him, like a flower showing its face to the sun. Jason is no one's sun, though. He's more like the worm under your boot.

"Hm?" you ask, stroking his arm. Jason does his best to be normal about it.

"We're gonna, um, go to the Cave. You okay on my bike?"

You glance at his bike, and there's a tinge of apprehension on your face. Jason reaches for your shoulder, stops, then forces himself to touch you. You're not going to recoil from him, not in this state. And he's not doing it for himself; he's only touching you so that you'll let him take you to the Manor and figure out what's what.

He's not a bastard for holding your shoulder, right? He's doing it just so that you'll be safe.

(It doesn't matter. Jason knows he's a bastard for being in your life at all.)

You lean into him when he touches your shoulder.

"Never been on your bike, Jay," you say.

"I know. But I swear to you that you're safe. You know I'd never let anything happen to you, right? Never."

You nod. "Yeah. You always look out for me. 'S part of why I love you so much."

Good God. Jason's going to be a ball of self-hatred for the next millenia over this.

He puts his spare helmet on you, helping you fit the chin guard underneath.

"Okay?" he asks.

You give him a thumbs-up. Jason smiles and puts his own helmet on.

"You gotta hold on real tight, okay? As tight as you can. Don't worry 'bout hurting me."

"Mmkay!"

He helps you mount the bike first, then follows. As soon as he's on, you wrap your arms around his middle and smush your helmet into his back.

How long has he dreamed about this? Taking you on late-night rides, feeling you pressed against him, squealing as he floats through traffic (he'd never speed the way he does when he's alone; Jason doesn't give a shit about his own body, but your safety matters).

"The bike is loud, so I'm not gonna hear you if you say something, but if you want me to stop, tap my shoulder three times, okay?"

"Okay, Jaylove." You squeeze him in what's clearly a hug. "Ready."

Jason's not sure he is. It's been a long time since anyone's touched him, much less someone he's head over heels for. You're so trusting, it makes him ache. Jason's just glad he's the first jerk you laid your eyes upon instead of the magic you're under pushing you into the arms of someone dangerous.

He starts up his bike. Jason's had guests on his bike before, mostly his brothers and, once, the old lady who runs the tea shop down the block.

He's never had a lovely thing like you snuggled up to him, clinging to him. Jason feels rabid. He feels like he needs to be shot and put out of his misery.

He follows all of the road rules so you won't be scared. You don't tap his shoulder or shake, so Jason figures you're fine. He's good. He's being good for you.

Jason slows as he goes down the ramp to the Cave entrance. He stops at the mouth of the Cave and dismounts first, pulling off his helmet.

"You alright in there?" he asks, offering his hand.

You wrap your arms around his neck and Jason wobbles as he recalibrates and snakes an arm around your shoulders instead and helps you off that way. He removes your helmet. You blink at the new light, then look at him, moony-eyed once again.

"I was kinda scared," you admit. "But I trust you, Jaybee. Always."

"Got you here in one piece, didn't I?" he says, winking at you.

"Uh-huh!"

Jason sees what you're going to do before you try. He sees the way you look at his lips, how you rear back, ready to leap and kiss him.

He redirects you immediately, preferring that to making you cry again. He hates it when you cry. Your soft mouth lands on his jaw instead.

Jason smiles, strained. You're annoyed at the fact that you missed, and Jason can see that you're about to try again when Dick and Tim come into view.

He's never been more thrilled to see his brothers.

"Fellow bretheren," Jason says. He knows his voice is thin. "Funny seein' you here."

You're briefly distracted and wave to be polite. But then you force Jason's left ear to your level and catch the lobe between your teeth.

Holy fuck. Jason nearly buckles at the sensation. He's never understood the ears as an erogenous zone before—now he gets it. He's ashamed of how heat pools in his gut as you nip his ear.

Jason balances you with an arm around your waist, gingerly trying to both hide his reaction and separate you. He accomplishes neither. Tim's eyebrows are at his hairline; Dick's mouth is open, no doubt ready to make a smart-ass comment.

"Well, it's nice to see you two so... affectionate," Dick says, holding back a grin.

Jason rolls his eyes. "I need you to run tests. They showed up to my door like this, all over me."

"Yeah, that is weird," Tim says.

"Thank you very much for that, Timbit," Jason grumbles. You kiss under his ear and weave your fingers through his hair. Jason manages to get your hands off, but your mouth is still firmly planted on his neck. He clears his throat. Normal!

"I dunno, Jason," Dick says. "It's not that weird. People fall in love every day."

And, okay. Jason can do teasing. He can even do borderline psychotic remarks. That's part of having siblings. He's made a few in his day. They've all stabbed or shot each other.

But now Dick is just being cruel.

Jason scowls. "Take their blood so we can fucking get this over with. They're clearly under a love spell."

His scathing tone surprises Dick, but it really startles you. You've moved away from his ear (Jason is both relieved and disappointed) and return to cradling his arm. You're alarmed by his reply.

"Jaylove?" you ask. "What happened? Are you mad?"

Jaylove? Jason sees Tim mouth. He forces himself to focus on you, be gentle for you.

"Hm, no, not mad at ya, sweetheart. Sorry 'bout that. But we need to run some medical tests on ya, 'kay? Can we do that?"

"Sure," you chirp, linking your arm with his.

Dick and Tim slip into Work Mode. Jason appreciates that. His nerves are frayed. He senses a self-destructive episode coming on after you're cured. Maybe he'll throw himself into a bar fight tonight.

"Symptoms?" Tim asks, going to the computer.

"Being in love with me," Jason says dryly.

"Besides that. Any physical symptoms like dizziness or nausea? Recklessness?"

"No, didn't notice any sickness. Not reckless; they did everything I said." Jason swallows, says the next part quietly, fearfully. "Probably jump into the Hudson if I asked."

Tim nods sharply. Dick prepares to draw your blood. Again, you're apprehensive. But Jason soothes you, pets you, and you're leaning into him like a cat in its favorite patch of sun as Dick takes your blood.

"I wanna get married," you say as red fills the second vial.

Dick shoots him a sympathetic look. Jason looks away.

"Soon, honey," Jason says, ignoring how his stomach's a pit.

He didn't think about love or relationships when he came back. Didn't care, not when he had revenge to plot.

But after all that was over, after he met you, after he found a reason to keep living, Jason started thinking about it.

And what he realized is that he's never getting married.

By choice? Yes, sure. Jason loves pretending he has a choice in anything. Sure, he chooses to abstain from marriage, like normal people out there do. But really, he avoids attachment it wouldn't be fair to anyone. He knows he's not made for that. His death made him unsalvageable. It's a miracle he's here at all. How dare he ask for more?

And inside, he chokes on a vine of hatred for everyone else who can find someone. Who's capable of loving and being loved. It even, to Jason's shame, has reared its head at you, whispered in his ear about how you're not damaged, so of course you'll find someone one day. Of course you'll leave him eventually. It would be stupid of him to hope otherwise.

"When?" you ask as Dick starts on the third vial. You don't even notice. Dick could probably drain you dry as long as Jason's in front of you. "When can we get married?"

"How 'bout next month?" Jason says without thinking. He would. He'd marry you tomorrow.

You think about this for a moment, then nod. "Yes, that would be good. I've always wanted a fall wedding."

"Yeah? I always liked the idea of marrying in the spring. All the flowers."

"No," you say. "Pollen's out. You'd be sneezing your head off."

Jason laughs, then wants to cry, because you know that he's allergic to pollen.

"Yeah, y'right," he says, voice thick. "Fall wedding's better."

"Alright, all done!" Dick says, forcefully cheerful. He removes the needle and puts a Bandaid on the inside of your elbow. You rest your head on Jason's arm. Jason tries not to boil himself in a fire of misery. You probably won't even remember this.

Dick watches you both, then tugs your hand. "Hey, you mind helping me fill out some info? For the tests."

Your mouth shrivels. You look at Jason, and he can't believe he's your North Star, magic or not.

"I don't wanna leave Jason," you say.

"He'll be right here," Dick says quickly. "Won't leave your sight for a second. But I need your help."

"Just for a minute?" you ask.

Dick nods. "One minute."

You sigh and turn to Jason. "I'll be right back."

Jason nods, tries to smile. "Sure. I'll be here."

He'll be here. Forever and ever and ever...

Wait a second. Tea. Jason jolts.

"Tim. They said they drank tea. Could be something there."

"On it," Tim says. "Dick, we need a mouth swab."

"Right." He turns to you. "Can I—"

"No," you say, and march back to Jason. "You said a minute."

Jason would laugh at the pout on your face, the way you plop yourself next to him and curl around him like he's a new toy. He would laugh. If he could find the humor.

Dick looks at him. Jason sighs.

"Honey?" You hum. "We just need one more test, yeah? Q-tip on your tongue. Not the most pleasant, but it'll be quick. Promise."

"Okay," you say immediately, hugging his arm.

Jason knows it's a spell, or maybe a lab-made chemical. But he's still awed by how quickly you acquiesce. How you show no worry when Dick approaches because Jason's right there, patting your hand.

Dick swabs your mouth. You cough three times after, most of your body on Jason.

"Interesting how they're not lustful," Dick says.

"What," Jason says.

"Okay, the ear thing was..." Dick shrugs. "But it's not mindless. It's actually the most reasonable love spell I've ever seen. Like, their desires for you don't feel manufactured, they feel—"

"Don't," Jason snaps. "Don't fuckin' say it."

Dick holds up his hands. "It was just an observation. You've seen Ivy's pollen doses. This one seems different."

"Fine. Ivy's taking a break from the orgies. Doesn't mean this is real."

Jason's not stupid enough to hope.

"It can't be Ivy," Tim says, and Jason almost startles. He forgot Tim was there, so wrapped up in you. "No reports of Ivy attacks. And the substance, whatever it was, wasn't inhaled. It was injested."

You wrap your arms around Jason's neck and smush your face against his. You're warm and smell good. Jason feels feral.

He holds you with a hand on your back, mind turning.

"Sweetheart," he says. You hum. "You said you drank tea after work. Where exactly did you go?"

"Dunno," you say, spacey. "Went into a tea shop that's never been there before. And an old lady invited me in. She said I looked so sad. And I was, Jaybee! How did she know?"

"Hm. Well, she gave me a tea sample, said it would make all my problems disappear. Then I petted her cat named Darcy. Like that book you like!"

"I don't know, honey," Jason says quietly, even though he has a suspicion. He's never letting you walk home alone again.

Tea shop. That's what he gets for trying to be a good Samaritan. How dare she drug you?

God, Jason just wants to hug you tight and kiss your face. It's awful of him to think of you as cute in your state, he knows.

"Track their routes," Jason says. "They take two different ones home. One crosses Bank Street, the other goes over the bridge."

"I'd call you a stalker but I really have no right," Tim says, fingers flying over the keyboard.

"No shit," Jason mumbles, letting you play with his fingers.

"Jason," Dick says quietly. He glances at you, then at his brother. "If it's too much, we can sedate them."

"No. We don't know how it'll react to the tea. It's not Ivy's brew."

Dick frowns. He knows Jason's right. Jason knows he's right.

"Okay, I got something. Magic signatures from a building on Tenth Street," Tim says. "And I think I'm onto an antidote."

"I'll check it out," Dick says, going to suit up. He looks at Jason. "Are you-?"

Jason nods. "I'm fine. Go."

So Dick does. Tim is able to make an antidote within the hour. He gives it to Jason who injects it into your neck. He feels guilty even though this is what’ll cure you. You wince at the pinch but you don't so much as whimper, endlessly trusting.

"They'll probably crash soon," Tim says, out of your earshot. "I don't know if you should risk the bike."

Jason sighs. Tim's right, and it makes him all the more agitated that his brothers have been helpful and even kind of nice during the whole thing.

You're going to crash soon. Jason has no choice but to bring you up to the Manor.

"Come on, sweetheart," he says, taking your hand and standing.

"Where're we goin'?" you ask, yawning.

"Goin’ t’bed, honey. Aren't ya tired?"

"Hmm. Mmhmm."

"Yeah, thought so."

Jason leads you up the stairs and out of the Cave. He helps keep you steady as you trip up the stairs. He's tempted to just carry you, but he feels like that might be overkill.

Once at the top of the stairs, Jason stops. Swallows.

He hasn't been up here in a while. He slept in his room once after he returned, after a nasty encounter with Scarecrow.

"Wanna sleep in your bed, Jay," you mumble, cheek against his arm.

Jason sighs. "Yeah. Okay, love."

You go to his room. It's clean, as usual—Alfred never let it get dusty. Jason had hoped that if you ever saw his room it would be in much different circumstances. Normal circumstances.

But, well. Here you are.

"Hmm, 's nice," you say as Jason pulls back the bedspread and helps you out of your shoes. You start to take off your pants and he panics.

"Uh! Uh, baby, maybe keep the pants on. You might get cold."

You frown in confusion. "Doesn't feel cold."

"Yeah, but, whew, Alfred blasts the AC! Jus' keep 'em on."

Jason cannot handle seeing you in your underwear. He draws the line there.

"'Kay," you say, and flop onto the sheets. You wiggle around, getting comfortable.

Jason sits in the fat armchair in the corner of the room. Immediately, you sit up.

"Why're you over there?" you ask, eyes wide.

Oh, boy.

"Oh. I was, um, gonna read for a bit. I'll come in in a while."

Your lip trembles. No—

"Don't leave me, Jaybee. Don't leave! Stay with me. I love you!"

Jason rubs his forehead. "Honey—"

"You hate me! You do! I annoy you." Tears gather in your eyes.

Jason hurries to the edge of his bed, climbing in in his jeans and socked feet.

"No, no, love, we covered this. I don't hate ya, hm? Where'd ya get a silly thing like that?"

You quiet as he scoots in beside you. Then you throw most of your limbs over him. Jason stiffens.

"Just got scared," you say, and kiss his chest. "Promise you won't leave?"

Jason breathes in. Breathes out.

"Yeah. I promise."

And he stays.

You wake up with a faint headache and a dry throat. Sunlight peeks through the blinds. You feel warm and safe and well-rested, despite the slight pains.

You stretch, expecting air. Instead, you touch skin. You open your eyes.

Oh. You're in a bedroom.

No, scratch that. You see framed pictures of the Bats, books on shelves.

You're in Jason Todd's childhood bedroom. With the aforementioned tucked under your arm and leg.

You jerk away so hard, you land on the carpeted floor below.

Jason's up instantly, head poking over the bed. His eyes widen.

"Shit! Y'alright? C'mere."

He gets up and practically scoops you into a standing position. Your brain short-circuits: big strong man strong big good nice. Then you recover.

"Um," you say. "Uh. Hmm. Hi."

Jason smiles tightly. "Hey."

"What... how-?"

"Right. How much do you remember?"

You try to think. You remember walking home, drinking tea, an affectionate orange cat. You remember hands on your face and your stomach swooping on a motorcycle and a gentle voice. So gentle.

"You were magicked," Jason says quickly. "It was a, uh, tea shop. Dick's checking it out. You, um, came to me and I took you here and you got an antidote and you didn't want me to, um, leave. So, yeah. Sorry."

You tilt your head. "Why are you apologizing, Jason?"

He sighs. "Just 'cause."

You have no idea what that means. But you feel like Jason's telling you a very condensed version of what happened.

"What was the magic?" you ask.

He winces. "Love spell. You thought you were... in love with me."

Jason says it like he's the one who charmed you. Like he's ashamed of it.

"Oh," you say. Well, you certainly didn't need a spell for that to happen.

"Yeah." Jason's staring at your and his shoes by the door. "But everything's fine now. I can take you home. Dick and Tim'll take care of the tea shop witch."

He doesn't wait for a response, darting to the door and slipping into his shoes. You rush forward and close the door as Jason opens it. He looks at you in confusion.

"Jason," you say softly. "What happened?"

"Whaddya mean? I told you."

"Jason. I've known you for three years. You think I don't know when you're not telling me something?"

He looks at his feet. One of his socks has a hole in the toe.

"There's nothin' to tell," he mumbles. "Magic stuff. Happens all the time. Business as usual."

You frown. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Jay. I admittedly don't remember a lot."

Jason's expression is relief but there's a heaviness to his shoulders. "Well, 's for the best, really. Magic messes with your head."

"Did I make you uncomfortable, Jason? Not letting you leave and—God, I can't imagine how I was on the spell."

He shakes his head fervently. "No! No, no, my God, no. You didn't—you could never—I mean, I wasn't... fuck. No. You didn't make me uncomfortable."

"If you're sure," you say.

He nods. "Hundred percent."

Jason doesn't sound like he's lying. You're pretty good at detecting it, especially when it comes to his feelings.

So why is he acting weird?

Well, duh. A love spell. You probably freaked him out, especially since you really do love him.

"I hope we can still be friends," you offer.

Jason turns to the door.

"Yeah," he says quietly. "'Course we're still friends."

It shouldn't make you ache. Jason's perfectly in the right to not reciprocate how you feel. How can he reciprocate something he doesn’t even know exists?

"You, uh..." Jason scratches the back of his neck. He faces you once more. "You said last night that you were sad. When you were coming home. I just wanted to say, y'know... you can talk to me. 'Bout anything."

This will make all of your problems disappear, she had said. It'd tasted like kombucha—you hadn't had a lot of faith.

Jason begins to open the door. You slide in front of him and slam the door shut with your back. He steps back in surprise.

"Wh—"

"I have to tell you something!" you blurt.

Jason stills. "Okay."

"I adopted you a cat," you say.

He squints. "What?"

"Well, she's still at the shelter but I put her on reserve. Of a sort. I have a friend who works there. She's black and white and likes to cuddle and has two different colored eyes but she can't see very well. Her name is... whatever you want to name her. Because she's yours. And I think you'll love her."

He nods slowly. "I, uh, thanks. Thank you. I was thinking about adopting a—"

"I was sad last night because I kept thinking about how you're gonna love this cat I got you but you'll never love me, and how that's the fucking worst feeling in the world."

You've stunned him silent. Shit.

Seconds tick by. A minute. Two minutes.

"Okay," you say, wanting to jump out of Jason's two-story window. "I'm gonna go drop off the face of the Earth now. Bye."

You open the door. Jason closes it by caging you against it.

And then he kisses you.

Jason pours everything into the kiss. He's not a perfect kisser but it's good. It's magic. He holds your face completely, shuts out the entire world. Kisses the breath out of you.

Yes, you could go on. It's fantastic. It's fireworks. It's sunbeams.

And actually, it feels like the most normal thing in the world, kissing Jason Todd.

#jason todd x reader #fic rec

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lov3-lik3-ghosts · 5 months ago

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i’m also neurodivergent but in the way where i analyse every micro-expression. it’s a gift and a curse 😔 i was tryna read the book but movie enoch’s portrayal is much more darker so it genuinely felt like i was parsing two different characters with similar stories and personalities but different traits 😩 but yeah, you should be proud of that fic it was so good

also, tcm tommy is gorgeous i need more fics for him but like most things i read for him are getting repetitive, i fear. i need the reader to be an absolute menace. add some flavor to that fic bcs why are some peoples readers just going along with the hewitt family’s misogyny. it’s 2024 and you’re writing for a horror fic, start shooting mfs

have u read for any other horror characters? and if u do anon emojis, i’ll have this one: 🧸

I’m also very hyperaware of micro expressions but my problem comes into play with pinpointing and identifying what emotions someone is feeling past the basics — angry, sad, happy, etc. Describing them in writing and portraying them how I’m imagining it can be really difficult for me so I’m really very happy that you think I did a good job! Definitely a blessing and a curse 😔

The book and the movie are also completely different worlds to me! Absolutely everything is portrayed differently in my opinion. I definitely prefer the movie version of Enoch myself.

TCM Tommy makes me feral! I absolutely agree, I think most slasher fics have a very similar plot line or is just pure smut and it can be really disappointing sometimes to not find something that captures my attention. And the reader always just allowing blatant misogyny to happen around them when these mfs are eating people?? Like, honey, moral standings are already out the window and on the highway — stab that bitch already!!! 👏👏👏

I think I’ve read for most of the slashers? I’ve not been big on horror/thriller movies until recently but I’ve been reading fics about slashers for years now. The most common slasher fics I come across are for Ghostface (Billy and Stu), Leatherface (Tommy), Brahms Heelshire (I’m not sure if he’s considered a slasher?), and Micheal Myers. Though I’m reading a reverse harem series on Wattpad right now, (if you’re interest in reverse harem I can give you the name?), with quite a few different slasher in!

Sadly, it ends abruptly at the beginning of book four because the author passed away :(

Of course! I’ll tag anything you send in with 🧸 from now on, just sign it at the bottom :)))))

#🧸 anon

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random-bean-allie · 2 years ago

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People who aren't in some fandoms will say the weirdest things about the ships.

I mean, i'll never forget seeing comments like "you can't ship that!!! 😭😭 don't you see they're hurting each other? this isn't a healthy relathionship 😡😡" under hannigram posts.

Like YEAH NO SHIT BRENDA, ONE OF THEM IS LITERALLY HANNIBAL LECTER WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING

#'he stabbed him!!' yeah no i get it but they also eat people honey so i don't know what to tell you #and yes this is also about all the people that say stuff against vegaspete #bc 'vegas is violent!! he tortured pete' or whatever #yeah sweetie i get it. this show IS about mafia. like they literally kill people for a fucking living #they aren't little baby angels #some ships are fucked up bc some stories are fucked up. it's okay.#hannigram #hannibal #nbc hannigram #nbc hannibal #vegaspete #kinnporsche the series

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barbwritesstuff · 2 years ago

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barb i have been watching and reading this blog in admiring silence but i cannot be silent any longer; i love sergi as much as anyone but there is simply not enough people talking about actual dilf farro. i dream of fixing up his cabin and being woken up by him and hani trying to bring breakfast in bed (pancakes obvs) but making a huge mess in the kitchen

I love this so much I had to write about it.

Another loud crash and several muffled curses echo out from the kitchen. It sounds like your 'surprise' breakfast isn't going too well.

"Is everything alright out there?"

"No!" Hani yells. "I mean, yes! You're meant to be asleep!"

"Okay. If you're sure." You prop yourself up on the pillow and wait... and wait and wait and wait. The clanging and banging doesn't go away in that time. If anything, it gets worse. It's twenty minutes later when, finally, Hani walks into the bedroom carrying a tray, piled high with an obscene amount of pancakes, an orange juice with half an orange floating in it, and a whole bucket of honey.

"Oh... wow..."

Farro eases his massive frame into the room after his daughter, shooting you apologetic looks.

"Surprise!" Hani plants the tray firmly in your lap. "Breakfast in bed!"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now eat! Eat!"

You search for utensils and find none. "Um... is there are fork or are we doing this the werewolf way?"

Hani's eyes go as round as dinner plates. "Fork!" She vaults off the bed and rushes out of the room, elbowing her way around Farro.

"Thank you," Farro says, sitting on the bed. "She's wanted to do this for a while. She's... well... she's very excited about you being here, with me."

You arch an eyebrow. "Is she? Well, I suppose it's understandable. I'm also excited about being here, with you."

He smiles, flashing deep laugh lines, and leans across the bed to kiss you on your cheek, and then your lips, and then neck. You shiver.

"Fooooorrrrkk!" Hani cries as she charges back in the room. Farro pulls away quickly. Hani doesn't seem to care though. She bounces onto the bed and stabs the fork dramatically into the pancake stack. "Ta-da!"

"Thanks Hani."

"If you need to, I can get a knife too."

"No running with knives," Farro growls. "That's against the rules."

Hani huffs. "So is biting people but you two keep doing that."

"Oh," you feel your face heat. "Hani. We're not biting, we're kissing."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm not a baby. I know what kissing looks like. I'm taking about that." She points at your neck.

You reach up and brush your hand against what feels very much like a hickey. Oh no. You grab your phone off the nightstand and train the camera on your face. Sure enough, when the image pops up you see a very bruised bite mark on your neck. Shit. You don't even remember him doing that.

You turn to look at Farro.

He's looking everywhere except at you. "Sorry I... got a little carried away last night."

"And when exactly were you planning on telling me about this?"

Farro's still avoiding eye contact. "It was an accident. I was hoping it'd heal before you noticed."

"You're both so weird." Hani rips a piece of pancake from your stack, dunks it in honey, and drops it into her mouth. "How do you accidentally bite someone?" She asks around the food. "How do you not notice being bitten?"

"Yeah," you say. "You're right. We are weird. I suppose it's good that we're together then, right? So we don't inflict our weirdness on others."

Farro looks at you then, his dark eyes impossibly warm.

Hani nods. "Yeah. You two are way too weird to be with anyone else. You should stay together forever."

You smile and take a gulp of orange juice. It tastes delicious.

#farro #mc #farro x mc

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pierrotprincess · 3 years ago

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hya hey! i jus recently got into the security break fnaf and it’s taken me over oops. so i was wondering if you’d be open to writing about the main 4 with a sweet tooth/lover of candy? thanks (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

(love your work btw)

HELP IM ALSO DROWNING IN FNAF

ANYWAYS, yeah, I really like this idea! (and also thank you so much omggggg (≧◡≦)) this also kinda ended up being about how well each member would be able to cook, what they would make for you, and their own preferences and stuff like that! hope you don't mind :}

I'm going to preface the hcs with; I headcanon that even if the animatronics don't need to eat food, they can still taste it and eat it so that at parties with kids it feels like they're more real! They have their own preferences with food!

Glamrock Freddy 🍯

Literally always has candy on him just for you, he's literally like a grandma (yes he has Werther's Originals and yes he has the little strawberry candies).

He used to fill his chest cavity with it, but it ended up melting and he ended up needing to be repaired.

Even though he indulges you and your sweet tooth, he does sometimes feel guilty about it since he knows it's bad for your health

He tries to make sure you've eaten something nutritious before giving you anything, but you're able to get by him very easily because of how trusting he is.

To add onto the headcanon I made about him leaving notes for you; he would also leave little candies along with the notes!

Though he's the second best in the band at cooking (first place belongs to Chica obviously), he absolutely cannot bake.

That doesn't mean he won't try though! He asks Chica to teach him her ways, and he's managed to perfect a chocolate chip cookie recipe!

He loves honey and puts it on everything.

Yes it's because he's a bear, no I will not elaborate.

Montgomery Gator 🌶

He pretends that he only likes spicy foods and will go so far as to just down hot peppers front of people. He also "doesn't like sweet things"

One night you waltzed into his green room and you caught him with marshmallows stuck on his claws like olives

Needless to say, you accept your mutual love of sweets, but that doesn't mean you'll ever let him live this one down.

0/10 cook/baker don't let him near the kitchen. Don't even let him order takeout. Literally if you asked him to cut anything, he'd stab at the food until it's turned into mush.

He's jealous that everyone else in the band but him has the ability to feed you, and he genuinely believes that the secret ingredient to good food is love.

He will literally steal sweets from small children to bring to you (he got caught by sun stealing from the daycare and was never the same again after that).

His favorite candy is warheads because he's a menace. 😁

DEFINITELY offers to beat piñatas with you as a romantic gesture.

Glamrock Chica 🧁

She feeds you EVERYTHING she bakes. She says she wants to perfect her recipes but you both know it's because she loves seeing you happy

She lets you lick the batter off of the spatula. :}}

Calls you a lot of baked good and just generally sweet related nicknames (sugar, muffin, sweet pea, CUPCAKE!!)

I also headcanon she has a southern accent, so those nicknames are exactly what you'd expect out of her.

We all obviously know she likes cupcakes, but I think her favorite baked goods are cake pops! She really likes to make them, and she also likes to make ice pops as well!

Without a doubt she'll hand feed you, and the others will tell you guys to get a room.

She'll save you the leftover cake from kids' birthday parties.

Roxanne Wolf 🥞

She can't cook very well, and she knows it, but she'll still insist on making you one thing. Pancakes! It's the only thing she knows how to make so be prepared for a lot of them.

She puts chocolate chips in your pancakes!

She doesn't really understand why you like sweet things so much, but she secretly thinks it's really cute

She thought you were going to get syrup or something on her when she first met you, and she called you a sticky IPad kid.

That was literally what she called you until you told her your name.

She would blame you if one of the keys on her keytar got jammed.💀

Though she works with kids, she hasn't tried much candy at all since she's so distracted with herself the majority of the time.

you bring in something new to share with her everyday!

She has a picture of you in her room of you eating straight whipped cream and sprinkles or something like that, and it's her favorite thing ever.

#glamrock freddy x reader #monty x reader #chica x reader #roxanne wolf x reader #glamrock chica x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf sb x reader #security breach x reader #fnaf headcanons #security breach headcanons #writing for monty is so funny

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sugarbooger513 · 4 years ago

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JJK Men x Insecure chubby Fem!reader

Today has been hard to think of myself positively, and I have friends who struggle with the same thing, so I thought I could indulge some people with some very loved characters reminding us that, no matter our size, we're perfect.

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami

Warnings: Insecurities, body dysphoria, Toji's gets spicy (sue me), suggestive at the end of Nanami's, tooth rotting fluff.

Satoru Gojo

- Let's be completely honest here, this man rarely feels insecure, if he ever does.

- He wouldn't be able to sympathize, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. In fact, it makes him care a lot more.

- His comfort methods aren't for everyone either, so be prepared. He's trying, give him that.

- Humor. That's what this man knows. Iykyk, this man deflects any form of trauma with his humor.

- If he notices it isn't working, then he'll come up with something else because he loves you. That love tells him that he has to try.

"Oh sweetie pie, I'm home!" Satoru's voice carries easily through the house, but you can't seem to care at the moment. Your cheeks still feel somewhat sticky from the tears that have fallen the past thirty minutes.

"Honey bun? I said I-" His voice cuts off, and you know you're caught. The bed shifts where your boyfriend lowers himself beside you. "Y/N, why are you crying?"

"I-I don't want to talk about it, Satoru." He removes his blindfold with a small chuckle. "Did your favorite anime character die?" "No." "You sure? You tend to sob when-" "I said I don't want to talk about it."

He freezes at the way you lash out at him. Yeah, something is actually wrong.

"Love," his voice softens in a way that shows how worried he is, "is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?" You're quiet for a minute, but you eventually scoot closer to him.

"You want me to hold you?" All you manage is a nod before more tears slide down your cheeks. His long arms encase you securely against him. "I can do that as long as you need. I'm here for you, Y/N."

The two of you stay like that, you crying softly into his uniform while he runs his hand up and down your back.

Eventually, your sobs turn into small sniffles, and you finally speak. "I.. I'm sorry for snapping at your earlier, Sato." He smiles at the loving nickname. "No, baby, I'm sorry for joking around. You wanna talk about it now?"

"I just... I was thinking about.. how many girls looks so much better than I do." He scoffs. "You're kidding, right?" "Sato.." "No, I mean that. It isn't a joke. Baby, we've been through this since day one. I. Want. You."

You hide your now blushing face against his chest. "But.. I just don't understand.." "Look at me, baby." When you do, his bright blue eyes seem to shimmer. "You're the love of my life. You're gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and every other synonym to those that I'll have to get Nanami to teach me because I will remind you everyday until it gets through your thick ass skull."

His hand comes up to rest on your chubby cheek, where he starts to wipe away the drying tears. "I. Love. You. So. Freaking. Much. Y/N." Each word is punctuated with a kiss on a different part of your face, until he eventually meets your lips.

The small giggles you let out makes him smile. "There's that beautiful laugh! Come on, why don't I pop some popcorn and we go watch whatever you want on the TV?" Your shit eating grin makes him snort a bit of laughter. "Even if it ends in a favorite character dying?"

"I don't mind having to hold you a bit longer."

Toji Fushiguro

- This is also someone I don't think can really empathize with you and your insecurities.

- However, when this man falls he falls HARD

- He will do anything in his power to make you feel better.

- Well

- Anything he can do while still seeming nonchalant about it

- Lets talk about how this man would take matters into his own hands, with his own hands, to make sure you know how loved you are. (You couldn't have expected just fluff with him, give me a break y'all.)

"Y/N," Toji kicks his shoes off carelessly at the door, "I'm home." He raises a confused eyebrow when he looks around the house. Plates from your movie night yesterday lay strewn about the coffee table, still.

'She never leaves dishes out. That's weird.'

He starts to walk around the house, worry filling his chest. It just isn't like you to leave a mess, or to not greet him at the door. There's no way someone came and did something to you, right? No one is THAT dumb, surely.

When he hears the small sniffles coming from your shared bedroom, he breathes a small sigh of relief. "Y/N? I'm coming in." He pushes the bedroom door open to see you cuddling his pillow while laying on your side.

His eyes widen at the sight of your body trembling from the small sobs. "Y/N?" He walks around the bed to kneel in front of you. "What happened?"

"N-Nothing Toji. Sorry, I-I know the house is a w-wreck." "Shut up about the damn house. I don't care. Why are you crying?"

You finally sit up, which lets him sit beside you on the bed. "I just.. Bad day." "Who do I need to stab?" "T-Toji?! You can't solve everything by stabbing!" He shrugs a bit. "You can try."

He smiles sweetly when you slap his arm. "That isn't funny." "Hmmm, but it made your cheeks flush." "Toji Fushiguro!" "Alright, alright. You wanna tell me what's wrong now?"

"I just.. looked in a mirror for too long, babe. Don't worry about-" "I'm lost. What do you mean you looked in one for too long?" You sigh, knowing he hates vague answers.

"My body is disgusting me today, Toji." He scrunches his eyebrows and leans in a bit closer to you. Your face heats up from the slight glare in his eyes.

"Looks the same to me." "Toji, I-" "Correct yourself." His already deep voice seems to drop even lower. Your entire body trembles. "S-Sir."

"Good girl. Now, let me get this straight. You don't think you're attractive." You shake your head, suddenly feeling the tears come back to your eyes. "Why not?" "J-Just.. my body.. it isn't.." "Skinny?" The word hurts your heart, but you nod, knowing he expects some sort of answer.

"So? You're exactly what I need, Y/N." You glance up to meet his loving gaze. "N-need?" "Don't play dumb. You know I need you. Now, we have to fix those insecurities."

He stands, offering his hand out to you. When you take it, he pulls you to your feet.

"Now," he groans as he lays back down on the bed, "I've had a tiring day at work. I want you to strip and come take a seat." "A-a seat?" His smirk tells you what you need to know before he elaborates. "I AM rather starved. Come on, I'm pretty impatient."

"To-Sir, I'm too.." "Heavy? Try again. You aren't getting out of this." He snaps his fingers, and the sound runs deep into your core. His eyes watch you hungrily as you start to get out of your pants.

"Now, for every one of your orgasms, I want to hear 'I'm Toji's pretty princess.' Understand?" "Y-yes sir."

You have no idea what posses you, but you finally let out you own witty comment. "You could at least take me to dinner first."

"You cheeky brat, don't worry. I have plans for your meal."

Hope you don't mind being hoarse for a while. You had to repeat just how pretty you were a number of times.

Choso Kamo

- SWEETEST MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR

- He doesn't see a single flaw in you, honestly.

- Plus, he doesn't really understand beauty standards. All he knows is he loves every inch of you.

- Nothing goes unloved by this big ass baby.

- You crying would probably bring him to tears because he feeds off your emotion.

- But there is no doubt this man will do anything and everything to see your smile again.

- A true king who just wants his queen as happy as she makes him.

He left you for maybe an hour. Maybe. Choso just had to run and pick up a movie from Yuji.

"Angel, Yuji said that we have to-" He drops the movie the instant he sees tears in your eyes. "L-love? What happened?"

He rushes to your side and wastes no time wrapping you in his strong embrace. Your hands grip his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him closer.

"What happened? Do you need something? A doctor?" His eyes are scanning your body for any signs of pain. His hands running gently over your back, arm, sides, but everything seems normal.

"I-I'm okay, Cho." "No, you aren't. Please, angel, don't lie to me." His own eyes start to fill with tears, but he tries to will them away. He knows he shouldn't be crying, but seeing you in any pain hurts him just as much.

"Cho, I just.. It's stupid." His large hands cup your face so you're forced to meet his eyes. "Nothing that makes you cry is stupid. Absolutely nothing, my love."

"I.. I tried to put on a hoodie of yours because I was cold." He blinks in confusion. "Was.. was it dirty?" "No I.. I stretched it out.." he tilts his head.

"Is that all?" You nod, but even more tears come to your eyes. "I just hate how big I am.. I thought you would find it cute to come home and see me in your clothes but.. I just messed them up.." He stands, suddenly walking into the kitchen. "C-Cho?"

"I bought some of your favorite ice cream. You know, the kind you always crave on your period. I figure we can cuddle and you can enjoy it while we watch a movie."

"I- I don't really want anything to eat." He smiles, still grabbing it and a spoon. "I know, but just in case. Listen," he places the carton on the table next to you, "you're gorgeous. Every part of you just screams beauty. Nothing could ever change that. Not your size, not you stretching out a stupid hoodie, not you crying, nothing."

He opens the carton, only to get a spoonful out and kneel in front of you. "Open up, angel." You do as he says and allow him to feed you the ice cream. You can't help but smile as you eat it.

His index finger wipes a few old tears from your cheeks. "There's that smile I love. Now, I think we need a movie and some cuddles. How does that sound?" You can only nod, absolutely floored by how much Choso truly loves you.

No more negative thoughts came to your mind while you laid against his chest. He even took a few times to feed you more ice cream throughout the movie.

Oh yeah, he totally bought new hoodies in a bigger size so you could wear them around the house without fear of stretching them.

Kento Nanami

- KING ENERGY

- You can't tell me this man doesn't want someone who acts as his pillow. Come on.

- That being said, Nanami knows how it is to be insecure.

- Whether it's over body insecurity or not, that can be argued either way. Still, insecurities aren't something he's ignorant about.

- On days where you can't seem to like your body, he'll do whatever you need.

- Need to be alone? No problem. Need someone to talk to you? Covered. Just need to be told you're loved? He'll tell you as many times as it takes.

- However, he can't help but be blunt. That's just who he is.

- He does it out of love for you, though. He never wants you to believe something that isn't true.

It's really hard for you and Nanami to get the same day off of work, and today was no different. Since you were the one working today, Nanami decided to take up cleaning the house and preparing dinner. He would also insist on doing the dishes, but he knew better. You never allow him to do all of the work.

He watched the clock hit five thirty and smiled. No doubt, that was your car he heard pull into the driveway. Now that you were home, he could surprise you by telling you that he managed to get the next five days off, which matched your schedule.

The front door opens, and he's quick to call out a "Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be done soon." He turns his body, preparing to catch you in his embrace as usual. However, all that happens is you call back, "Thanks, Ken."

His eyebrows furrow, and he quickly takes dinner off the stove so he can go check on you. He's not one to forget anniversaries or anything like that, so his mind is going through any possible reason you just called him Ken.

"Bad day at work, dear?" He wipes his hand on his apron as he comes around the corner. You were already sitting on the couch, eyes on your phone. "Yeah, I guess." "Okay," he sighs and sits beside you, "would you like to talk about it?" When you finally look at him, his eyes widen. Your eyes are puffy, as if you had been crying.

"Y/N.." "It's just coworker drama, Ken, don't worry too much about it." He scrunches his face. Those women you work with always pissed him off. He's noticed them staring at him whenever he brings you lunch. "Well, humor me a bit. What happened today?"

He just knows you can't resist gossiping with him after a work day. "I-I don't want to repeat it, Ken." The worried look in his eyes makes you whimper. "What?"

"I'm not used to you calling me 'Ken' at home." "Sorry, honey. It's nothing you did." He smiles softly and reaches to cup one of your cheeks in his hand. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" You do. God, you do because you know you'll cry again and he'll be here to hold you through it.

"They started talking about you." "Me?" "Yeah," you look at your hands, already feeling your chest tighten, "and started laughing at how you're.. settling for someone who is as big as I am.."

Nanami's soft looks suddenly turns harsh. How dare they say stuff like that? What's worse is he's sure they knew you could hear them!

"Really?" When you nod, a tear falls onto your lap. "It just.. really hurt knowing that I'm not the only one who thinks that." "Y/N.." He pulls you into a hug with a soft sigh.

"Don't think like that. Dear, if I wanted anything different than what I have now, you would know it." You sigh and cuddle into his warm embrace. "I know, but-" "But nothing, my love. I love you, only you, forever you. Do you understand?" You glance up and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah.. I love you too, Kento." "I have an idea." "Uh huh?" His smirk has you worried. "Well, we both have the next five days off.." "We do?!"

The excitement in your voice has him chuckling. "There's my pretty laugh. Yes, we do. I'm thinking on your first day back.. you go in with a ring on your finger."

You blink in confusion. "K-Kento, you don't-" "Oh I do. Am I the person to joke about wanting to marry you?" Your eyes start to fill, yet again, with tears. However, these tears make Nanami also tear up a bit.

"Are you... asking..?" "I have a ring just for you in my suit jacket, Y/N. Just say you'll marry me." He isn't really expecting you to jump on him, so when you do, he falls from the couch to the floor. "You know I'll marry you, Ken!"

The two of you share a long kiss, complete with tears and laughter. "Well, now that that's decided. I think we should get a head start on something." "What would that be?"

He stands before securing you in his arms bridal style. "The Prehoneymoon." "That isn't a thing, honey." He smirks before playfully smacking your ass. "For you, Mrs. Nanami, anything is possible."

@katgalle @savonline

#jjk headcanons #nanami kento x y/n #toji fushiguro x reader #choso x reader #satoru gojo x reader #nanami fluff #toji fluff #choso fluff #gojo fluff

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dreamwritesimagines · 4 years ago

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Twisted 26 - Blood On My Name [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, guns.

Word Count: 3000

Summary: No one can run away forever.

There were some days when you just knew it wouldn’t be easy for you, and today was one of them, that was for sure. It was as if after seeing how Spencer had managed to charm your family the other night and how everything was going well in your relationship, the universe had decided to throw in some difficulties to make it interesting.

For starters, you had forgotten to buy coffee the day before so you couldn’t even have your much needed caffeine. After managing to get rid of the sleepiness with a very cold shower and getting ready, you left your apartment to get to your car, and that was when the second problem hit.

It wouldn’t start no matter how much you tried, so you had to take a taxi to your office.

And as if all that wasn’t enough, Spencer had decided to call you with some bad news as well.

“You can’t be serious,” you whined, pressing the phone to your ear as you paced in your office, “Spencer, please tell me you’re not leaving me alone at a party I didn’t even want to go to in the first place!”

“Trust me, I don’t want to.”

“You have a case,” you felt the need to repeat, “Today of all days.”

“We’re flying there in ten.”

You heaved a sigh and plopped down to the couch, nibbling your lip.

“I’m really sorry,” he said softly, “I swear I’d be there if I could.”

You sook your head, “No, don’t be sorry,” you murmured, “I get that. It’s your job. Besides, it’s probably a life or death situation if they called you guys there.”

He hummed in agreement, “Probably,” he said “But are you going to be alright?”

“I mean I’ll probably drink a lot,” you tried to joke, “And miss you for the whole night.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he confessed, “They’re sending some agents to make sure the copycat doesn’t try anything at that party if they even show up, but… Just promise me you’ll be careful.”

“When am I not careful?”

He scoffed a laugh, “Do you want a list? Because I think it’d be a long list.”

“I’m always careful!” you protested, “Also, given our occupations it’s kind of ironic to hear this from you, I’ll have you know.”

You could almost hear his smile, “Just promise me.”

“I’ll be very careful,” you said, “Cross my heart. Besides, it’s Nolan’s company, professor. No one can walk there with any weapon, it’s a security company remember? Even I am leaving my knife at home.”

“Just don’t go anywhere alone, be in the crowd for the whole time—”

“Make sure to stay where security cameras can see me, I know.” You finished his sentence for him, “It’s not my first rodeo. Relax boyfriend, it’s just one boring party. What could possibly go wrong?”

“Don’t say that,” he warned you, “Bad things happen when people say that.”

“I didn’t take you for a superstitious type, professor.”

“I’m not,” he said, “I just don’t want to take any chances. It’s already bad enough that I won’t be there.”

“You’re telling me,” you said, “I was hoping we could hook up somewhere in there, it’s a huge building.”

You heard his chuckle, “You’re incorrigible.”

“Well it’s always Mina and Kenzie who have fun in these things, for once I want to have fun too!” you defended yourself, “Besides, don’t pretend like you don’t like it.”

“Hey, I said nothing of the sort.”

“Reid, come on.” You heard Luke’s voice and Spencer sighed.

“I should go,” he told you, “I love you.”

A smile warmed your face, “I love you too,” you said, “Go save some lives.”

You hung up, then ran a hand over your face, slumping on the couch.

“Y/N?” your assistant knocked on the glass door of your office before peeking her head in, “Hi, are you busy?”

“Not really,” you sat up straighter, “What’s up?”

“You wanted me to remind you when it’s time for lunch,” she said, “Also I sent your dress for tonight to your place, the front desk will get it.”

“Thanks,” you checked the time and stood up to walk to your desk, “Damn it, I’m going to be late.”

“I also called the mechanics, but they said it would take two days for it to be fixed.”

“Today just gets better and better,” you muttered and she tilted her head,

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Hm?” you looked up, “Yeah, sorry. I’m fine, it’s just one of those days. Since the morning everything is going bad, and I was hoping my boyfriend would be with me at this party, but he had something to do so…”

“Maybe he can change his mind?” she suggested, “See, I had this boyfriend once, and he said he wouldn’t show up to my birthday party because we had this huge fight, but then he showed up anyway.”

“Oh it’s not like that,” you shook your head, “There’s no fight, he’s just not gonna be in the city tonight.”

She scrunched up her nose, “That sucks.”

You scoffed a laugh and grabbed your coat and your purse, “It’s fine. Where are we on the Riley wedding flower arrangement by the way?”

“All confirmed, she says she loved it,” she said and you smiled.

“Thanks,” you said as you walked to the elevator with her following you, “I’ll be back in an hour, okay? Have a nice lunch.”

***

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lincoln said as you sipped your rosé, looking around the restaurant you two were having lunch in, “How did you even break down your car?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“When was the last time you took it to a mechanic to get it checked out?”

“When I bought it?” you said and he let out a chuckle.

“So you have no car for tonight?”

You pulled your brows together, “Tonight? How did you-?”

“You know we run in the same social circle right?” he said, “My dad’s company also does business with Nolan, of course I’m invited. That being said, I wasn’t sure if I would show up, but since here you are, begging me to help you—“

“I’m just eating my food here.”

“I can drive you there,” he finished his sentence as if you didn’t interrupt him and you tilted your head.

“I can just take a cab,” you said, “Or mom could send a car, it’s fine. You don’t have to.”

“Consider it my thanks for your unrequited advices on my relationship.”

“Oh you need more advice?” you perked up and he rolled his eyes.

“No.”

“You made up with your girlfriend then?”

“It’s complicated.”

“You really need to go to Italy for a surprise visit,” you pointed at him with your fork “That’d be incredibly romantic.”

“Is that right, love doctor?”

Your jaw dropped, “Come on, when have I ever failed you with my advice?” you asked, “If you love this girl, you need to show her that.”

“I’m just gonna play it cool.”

“That’s a terrible idea!” you said, “I know you’re not the romantic type, but you need to at least make an effort!”

He shot you a look “I’m a romantic.”

“Bullshit,” you let out a laugh, “You might be the most emotionally distant person I’ve seen after me, and you’re telling me you’re—“

“I believe that some people are meant to be,” he cut you off, “No matter the circumstances. Consequences be damned, anyone who thinks otherwise doesn’t deserve to be in love. I think if you’re in love, you should adore that person every day, and be there for them for better or worse. Whatever sacrifice it takes.”

You blinked a couple of times, shock coming over you, “Linc…”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for the woman I love,” he told you, “Trust me. Nothing at all.”

You just gawked at him for a few seconds before you put your fork down.

“I stand corrected,” you muttered, and he grinned at you.

“Yeah, how does it feel to be wrong?”

“Oh shut up,” you said and stabbed your salad once more, ignoring his laugh.

By the time your lunch with Lincoln was over and you got back to your office, your fingers were itching to text Spencer. Reminding yourself that he was probably busy, you managed to suppress the urge and waited for the elevator doors to open.

Erica was already waiting for you by the door and you let out a whine.

“Don’t tell me,” you said, “You have bad news because today has a grudge with me.”

“I mean it’s not bad, but I figured you’d want to know.”

“Give me some good news, like you saw a puppy today or they named a whiskey after me or—“

“Your mother is waiting for you in your office.”

“I said good news, Erica.” you reminded her and made your way to your office before you opened the glass door to step inside. Your mother looked over her shoulder, sitting up straighter on the couch.

“Hi honey.”

“Hi mom,” you walked to peck her on the cheek, “What’s up? To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I need help,” she said and you hung your coat, placed your purse on the coffee table, motioning at one of the interns for coffee before you leaned back to the table.

“Sure thing, what is it?”

“How do my nails look?” she held up her hand and you pulled your brows together.

“That’s what you need help with?” you asked “You do realize that this is why we have phones?”

“No, I wanted to talk face to face for my next question.”

“Ah, I won’t like that question will I?” you hissed in a breath, “Your nails are fine by the way.”

“It’s just that, I don’t know when Nolan will propose so I booked my nail artist for a month.”

“I want to have your problems,” you muttered as your phone buzzed and you checked the screen, then touched the text message.

From: Spencer

The power of Love borne in my lady's eyes

imparts its grace to all she looks upon.

You couldn’t help the wide smile pulling at your lips as you skimmed Dante’s lines, then thought for a moment and typed in:

See that you bless the day that I took you captive; it is your duty to do so.

“Y/N!”

You lifted your head, “Hm?”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you lowered the phone as the intern brought you two cups of coffee. You thanked her, then turned to your mother, “It’s just… Spencer is out of the city again, that’s why— never mind. What did you want to ask me?”

“I think I have an idea about Nolan’s proposal and this…potential marriage.”

You cleared your throat, “Uh, sorry. My client list is full.”

“Nobody buys that excuse honey.”

“I mean can you blame me?” you asked, “You would be the worst bride I’ve ever had to deal with, no offense.”

“First of all, I’ll just have a cocktail, not a wedding,” she said, “It would be inappropriate to have a wedding, considering our ages.”

“Mom!” you protested, “That’s not a thing! Anyone can have a wedding, fuck what society thinks.”

“Very delicately put, but I’ve made up my mind,” she said, “That’s not what I came here for. I decided, I want to be with Nolan and spend the rest of my life with him. So I will say yes when he proposes.”

“A surprise to no one,” you grinned and she shot you a look.

“But considering what people would think, I feel like I need to make a schedule. Do you happen to know when Spencer will propose?”

The coffee you were drinking went down the wrong tube and you started coughing, but your mother sipped her own coffee, patiently waiting for you to stop.

“Say- say what now?” you asked and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Yes, I was thinking I could stay engaged to Nolan until after your future wedding.”

“Mom we’re not— I’m—“ you stammered, “That’s not happening.”

She tilted her head, “Oh don’t be nonsense, you’re in love. Very obvious to anyone who has eyes, he couldn’t stop looking at you throughout dinner the other night.”

“Yeah but….” you cleared your throat, “I don’t think he’s planning anything like that.”

“Well—“

“I’m not going to ask him if he’s planning anything like that,” you cut her off, “I don’t live in Victorian ages, neither do you. I told you, you can get married to the eccentric billionaire puppy with a bowtie whenever you want.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “Unbelievable.”

“Right back at you lady.”

“If Nolan lets you know about when, you will tell me okay?”

“I doubt he’ll let me know, he looks like he’s got it covered.”

“And you’re still planning my cocktail party when the time comes.”

“Mom, no!” you let out a whine, throwing your head back, “Please don’t do that to me. I’m your daughter, you’re supposed to love me!”

“I do love you, that’s why I don’t trust anyone else with my wedding except for you.”

“Don’t trust me,” you said, “I’m begging you not to trust me. Planning Mina’s wedding was bad enough, you’re even a bigger control freak than she is—“

“Y/N.”

“I say that respectfully!”

She put her cup of coffee on the glass table, then stood up.

“Just remember, I absolutely hate carnation flowers and polyester gives me a rash.”

“Why does God hate me?” you wondered out loud and she kissed you on the cheek.

“I’ll see you tonight honey,” she said and walked out of your office, ignoring your overly dramatic whining. You buried your face into your palms, letting out a groan.

“I really should’ve drunk something heavier than rosé.”

***

You had picked this dress thinking Spencer would like it, and now that he wouldn’t be there with you, you were two seconds away from changing it. You heaved a sigh, looking in the mirror before you fixed the tulle floor length skirt of the pale pink dress and pulled at the long sleeves adorned with lace. The small screen by the door lit up as it started ringing and you walked there to touch it, then told the doorman that he could send Lincoln upstairs when he told you he was there.

Soon enough, the doorbell rang and you opened it.

“Hey,” you said, grinning when he did a double take and blinked a couple of times.

“Wow.”

“Bad wow?”

“Good wow.”

“Why thanks Linc, you clean up well too. Come in!” you stepped aside so that he could enter the apartment and he looked around as you closed the door.

“Nice place.”

“Thanks,” you said and checked the time before you went to the kitchen island. “You’re early.”

“And you started early,” he nodded at the wine glass on the kitchen island, making you shrug.

“I just have one e-mail to check for confirmation, then we can go.”

“No rush,” he said, leaning back to the wall as you looked at the photos of the wedding venue for your newest client, swirling the wine in your glass.

“You want some?”

“Nah, not yet,” he said, “Work stuff?”

“Mm hm,” you mumbled, “She describes the venue she wants as boho-glam so it’s going to be pretty tough for me to find a lot of options.”

“Your job is definitely more fun than mine.”

“My job is harder than yours,” you pointed at him and he scoffed.

“How is that?”

“Have you ever dealt with an angry bride?” you asked him, “You wouldn’t last a goddamn second. Just the other day, one of them tried to make me give her a list of her wedding dress options too, the one thing I’m not responsible from.”

“I mean can you blame her?” Lincoln asked, “You obviously have a good taste, look at yourself.”

“Aw thanks Linc,” you hit send, and closed down the laptop lid before you reached for your wine glass to take a sip, taking a step towards the coffee table.

“Yeah I’ll almost feel sorry for Spencer for missing it.”

It took you a second. For a second, it was all good and then you stopped dead on your tracks, a shudder running down your spine as your brain comprehended what he just told you. You could feel the goosebumps rising on your arms as you put the glass down, your back still turned to him.

“I never told you I was dating Spencer,” you managed to mumble through frozen lips and he chuckled.

“No you didn’t,” he said, “Erica told me. Family dinner with Spencer, it was on your schedule the other night.”

Your thoughts were like a tornado in your head as your heart started slamming against your ribcage and you turned to him, your eyes finding potential weapons you could use all around the room instantly and he tilted his head.

“So I know that there are about fifty things in this room you can attack me with,” he said, “But just so you know, if you try anything, your niece goes down. You don’t want your precious Lily to have an accident, do you? Because I don’t either.”

That red haze clouded your vision for a moment as your jaw clenched.

“I’m going to kill you,” your voice didn’t even sound like it belonged to you anymore, it was way too cold, way too calm, the shock leaving its place to fury roaring through your veins. A manic smile pulled at Lincoln’s lips and that dangerous gleam which you had seen multiple times in your father’s eyes appeared in his eyes as well before he took a step towards you.

“I missed your fire,” he said as if he was in awe, “So much. It’s been a torture to keep my distance from you. But honestly, Petal,” he tut-tutted, then reached behind him and pulled out his gun to point it at you.

“You should’ve known better.”

Chapter 27

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comfortwriting · 4 years ago

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I Prefer You - F.W

Fred Weasley x Fem reader

Masterlist , Request Rules , Writing Prompts

About: The reader is best friends with the Weasley twins, whilst studying with them, Cedric Diggory shows up and confesses his love for her. Little does the reader know, Fred is also in love with her. She finds herself having to deal with Fred and Cedric competing for her love and in the end she has to choose one.

Warnings: love triangle, major fluff!

“I wish he’d stop staring at you” Fred huffed, staring at the popular Hufflepuff student who couldn’t take his eyes off you.

George looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with Cedric, turning back around and tapping the book you were reading.

“He’s been at it since you bloody walked in.” George spoke up, trying his best to not notify the whole library.

You smirked and stopped focusing on your DADA homework, looking up you caught Cedric’s glance, his pearly white teeth twinkling as he smiled, his grey eyes radiating love towards you. You smiled back and waved at him, looking back down at your work and chuckling.

Fred didn’t like the way you looked at Cedric, in fact he hated it, he hated that Cedric had to be staring at you and not his handful of fangirls that constantly flocked around him everywhere he went.

“Oh do give over” Fred huffed again, looking at you “you can’t be seriously entertaining that air head.”

You looked up from your work again and looked at Fred, his facial expression hardened and you could tell that he was in no mood to joke around, you opened your mouth to ask what his problem was but Cedric had already walked over to you, practicing his lines.

“Y/N, may I have a word?” Cedric asked politely, his soft voice almost putting you in a trance.

“Whatever you’ve got to say just spit it out, Ced.” Fred interrupted, fidgeting in his chair.

George smirked “Yeah, Ced. What's the big deal?”

Cedric pursed his lips trying not to laugh, he knew the twins were doing this on purpose but he wouldn't allow them to get in the way of what he wanted, even if they had more influence over you than he did.

Cedric looked at Fred and George and nodded “Alright then” he cleared his throat and looked back at you “Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend on a date.”

The four of you went silent for a moment, Fred’s heart rate elevated and he felt like jumping out of his chair and battering Cedric for making a move on his girl - but then Fred realised that he had never told you how he felt, he always assumed the two of you would have a moment but it never happened and it certainly wouldn't now thanks to Cedric.

George stared at his brother, preparing himself to hold him back if he tried to go for Cedric, and you - you were sat in your chair feeling flattered that someone had asked such a thing, that someone saw something in you for the first time. After all, you were hoping Fred would gain feelings for you like you did for him, but in your mind, Fred wasn’t interested in being anything more than best friends.

You blushed and nodded “I would love to” you smiled back at Cedric, cracking Fred’s heart.

Cedric chuckled and licked his lips, nodding his head, looking incredibly proud with himself “I’ll see you Saturday” he replied, walking away.

“And in class!” you reminded him, shaking your head and closing your book.

Five days, you had five days until your big date with Cedric and funnily enough, Fred was more nervous than you were.

“Are you actually going with him?” Fred asked, stabbing his slice of chicken breast with his fork.

You could tell Fred was irritated, annoyed, but you couldn’t understand why. You thought after all the other people you had brought up he would finally approve of the student who went ahead and made a move on you.

You looked at Fred and swallowed a mouthful of pumpkin juice, you placed your Goblet back down on the table. “I said yes didn’t I? Why are you so bothered about it, Fred?”

George nudged Fred and whispered in his ear “just tell her, Freddie.”

You looked at Fred and started to slice your own chicken breast into strips “tell me what?” you shoved a strip into your mouth and started to chew.

Fred sighed and gave in, looking at George before focusing on you. “I fancy you alright, I’ve been after you since third year and as soon as that plonker shows up you’re all giggly.”

You inhaled a few dry strings of skin from the chicken breast, causing you to choke, you grabbed your goblet and downed some more juice, washing down the bits that got stuck in your throat.

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you hissed at Fred “I fancy you too!”

You didn’t mean to let that last part slip but it was already too late.

Fred’s face turned into a massive grin, he put down his knife and fork “do you really?”

You nodded your head and continued to eat your breakfast.

“Brilliant, cancel your date with Cedric and we’ll go instead.” Fred looked over at the Hufflepuff table and laughed at Cedric gently buttering his toast.

You shook your head and grinned back at Fred, your plate almost empty. “No” you replied “if you want me you’ve got to prove it.”

From Monday onwards Fred and Cedric went head to head with one another, constantly trying to one up each other and increasing how much love they were showering over you. Cedric didn’t give up all because Fred entered the picture and Fred didn’t give up as Saturday got closer.

Four Days

Walking over to you bed your jaw dropped, bouquet's of flowers littered your quilt covers and rested against your pillows, you were surrounded by sunflowers and yellow roses, all of which were from Cedric - the yellow notes representing his house.

As much as you loved the sentiment, flowers weren't really your thing - sure they were gorgeous and they brought you light when you looked at them but it didn’t make you double over in laughter like Fred did and everything he did for you. Instead of flowers and detailed love letters, Fred didn’t gift you anything except his biggest and most comfy jumper that his mother knitted, he also gave you his time and effort.

You walked into the great hall wearing Fred’s jumper, his ego boosting and Cedric’s crumbling.

“You look stunning in my clothes” Fred smirked, taking a bite out of his toast.

You blushed and sat next to him “I want more than just your jumper.”

Three Days

As much as Cedric wanted to, he didn’t have as much time as Fred - well he did - but he spent that time studying, going to extra classes and entertaining his fanbase. The only time you got with Cedric was in Herbology, he tried getting to know you better, asking you about your interests but he couldn’t make you laugh, he didn’t understand your humour.

“I don’t understand” Cedric replied “is that supposed to be funny?”

You sighed and shook your head “it doesn’t matter, don’t sweat it Ced.”

Two Days

You and Fred bunked a few classes and went off to Hogsmeade, going crazy in Honey Dukes and even cuddling up together and sharing a Butterbeer to keep yourselves warm. The two of you stayed up all night, winding up Mr Filch and Mrs Norris, you even went into Snape’s personal stores and stole the ingredients to make a Poly Juice potion, transforming yourselves into Draco and Pansy to get them into more trouble.

“On second thoughts, I don’t think you’re that pretty.” Fred grimaced at you.

You stared at him and walked over to him, pulling out one of his platinum blonde hairs “could say the same thing about you” you joked, both of you waiting for the potion to wear off.

One Day

“You looking forward to tomorrow then?” Fred smirked, seeing you groan in pain.

You shook your head “it’s going to be unbearable, he’s can’t make me laugh, he’s too soft, can’t take joke. I feel like he gets scared and takes things a bit too literally.”

Fred grinned and licked his lips “well I make you laugh all the time, wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve wet yourself because of me.”

Rolling your eyes you looked over at the Hufflepuff table again, Cedric talking with his fanbase.

“He’s got more than enough options, the majority of them girls are better suited for him than me.”

You turned your focus back to your food and took a bite out of your sandwich.

“Aright then, if you’ve got it all figured out go and tell him.” Fred encouraged you, his ego shinning through, George just wanting the two of you to shut up and be together already.

You knew Fred was testing you again and you didn’t want to back down, after Cedric’s offer, you and Fred were finally heading where you always wanted, you felt yourself itching for him, hungry for him, you wanted him - the more you wanted him, the less you wanted Cedric, the less the popular Hufflepuff lad stood out to you.

“Okay then, watch me.”

Standing up, you left your table and walked over to Cedric, his fangirls instantly looking appalled to be in your presence. You tapped him on the shoulder, Cedric turned around and smiled searching your face.

“Y/N” his face fell when he noticed you were still wearing Fred’s jumper.

“Ced - Cedric, I’m sorry but I’ve changed my mind about tomorrow.”

The infatuated girls around him started to smile, suddenly enjoying you being around. Cedric looked upset but then again you couldn’t read into him like you could Fred, you realised that you barely knew Cedric at all - he was sending love letters and flowers to a girl he didn’t know at all.

“She’s taking her bloody time isn’t she?” George spoke up watching you.

“Shut up” Fred shushed him “wait for it”

You smiled slightly and looked at Cho for a moment who was sitting with her friends “you should ask Cho, I know she sees something in you.”

“She’s done it” Fred smirked “she’s actually done it.”

Saturday

“I still can’t believe you nearly ended up with that toss-pot.” Fred laughed, grabbing some black pepper imps.

You grabbed some Chocolate Frogs “it’s a good job that I prefer you” holding his free hand the two of you shared a moment.

The overcrowded sweet shop suddenly felt empty, as if it were only you and Fred inside. Getting on your tiptoes and leaned in and Fred accepted, the two of you sharing the first kiss of many.

Pulling away from the kiss, Fred grinned and licked his lips, bringing his hand up to your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“I feel like such an idiot for not telling you sooner” Fred shook his head “I can’t believe you didn’t say anything either”

“I was sort of just waiting for it to happen, I suppose we’ve got Cedric to thank for that.”

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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two tails | reader x minho |

Two

Pairing: self insert, female reader x lee minho

Genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff

Tags: neighbors au, comfort fic, catowner!minho, catowner!reader, author!reader, bestfriend!seungmin, coworker!hyunjin, florist!jisung, punk!jisung (yeah boiiii), agedup!skz, slow burn, plot-driven, gradual romance, lil bit of angst, strained parental relationship, explicit language, mentions of food, passive body shaming

Word count: 5.5k (y e e t we love self indulgence)

Tagging: @lauraneuuh

Chapters

P | ONE | TWO | THREE

busybody noun

:an officious or inquisitive person.

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There are a couple things that your mother is known for--or rather, a couple things that she has been deemed.

Mother, wife, friend, matriarch, socialite, unofficial event planner, gossip, show off, professional nagger, and, to certain people, bitch.

And yet, somehow your mother was intertwined with some of the most prominent circles within the city, and she knew everything about everyone’s business. Frankly, she often didn’t have anything better to to with her time. ” If she had any job at all, it would be calling you every weekend to give her opinions on your rather “less than auspicious” life choices.

To her, another one of your “less than auspicious” life choices had to do with the way that you had dressed yourself; however little sense this made.

Your mother sipped at her tea with dainty fingers, barely cracking with age due to her expensive hand creams.

“Quickly. Go get changed. We don’t have much more time and you’re dallying. It should fit you, just as long as you haven’t put on any more weight.” Her hawk-like gaze inspected your hips and thighs. “Hmm. I think you’ll be fine.”

Seungmin, where he sat on the couch with perfect posture tapped his feet up and down with discomfort.

I hate you for doing this to me, he glared at you with despair, hiding it behind the wide smile he performed for your mother.

“What? Do you not trust me to be alone with your friend here?”

Your best friend nervously chuckled out in that little puppy-like way that he would. “What? Ahh no, I’ll be fine, go on Y/n, I should be leaving soon anyway, I was just stopping by.”

Your mother’s eyes followed you up your staircase, watching for the very moment that you closed your bedroom door. The second you did, her snide voice hissed out loud whispers, undoubtedly drilling Seungmin about the usual questions: are you married, where do you live, what’s your profession, what does your family do etc.

The little metal zipper of the pencil skirt pinched your fingertips as you attacked it up your body. Once again, your mother had underestimated your clothing size. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes looking at the tags for the designer matching skirt and blazer ensemble. There was nothing in your mother’s life that didn’t denote the status that she “worked so hard for.”

In a way, you hated that you had done this to Seungmin as well. Initially you had thought that having some kind of male presence over when your mother arrived would deter her stabbing remarks about your singledom, but in fact, it has just made it worse. For once in your life, you just wanted to hold something over her. Now, you’d likely traumatized the best friend that you had.

You nearly slipped on the carpeted stairs in your nylon stockings on the way down, but held fast the the banister, looking a bit like some kind of sad, business-casual, plastic-looking prom queen.

Seungmin’s eyes widened seeing you in the toning skirt. Likely you knew that he must’ve been keeping his jokes to himself the very best that he could--you wouldn’t hear the end of it later.

“Wonderful. Let’s get going.” Your mother set down her teacup with a clink. “I’ve got some cosmetics in the car that you can use as well. We’ll be stopping off at the flower shop before we get to the venue. I’ve ordered an arrangement for the bride-to-be.”

“I feel like a China doll.” You muttered under your breath, catching a little laugh from your friend. Your eyes met as if to ask him if he was okay, which he rolled his eyes as his answer.

You put on the only pair of kitten heels that you owned: they were brown, banged up and the pleather was cracking a little at the edges. Of course, your mother let out an exasperated sigh upon seeing them.

“I’ll bring shoes next time.”

Seungmin politely opened the door for the both of you and the spring morning’s sun washed your face in it’s warmth. The morning was perfect: the exact kind of day that you would spend in your garden writing or reading on the single-person porch swing you had just installed. Dew still held to the Kelly green blades of grass and your cherry blossom tree bowed a little in the breeze.

“Well, it was nice meeting and speaking with you Seungmin--”

“--We’ve met before thou--”

“--You seem to be a strapping and organized young man. I do hope that you consider what we discussed.”

Seungmin appeared to flush a little, “I-I’ll think about it.”

You tugged at your friend’s shirt, pulling him in to whisper, “What the hell did she talk to you about?”

“Don’t worry about it.” His eyes fluttered around nervously. “She just kept going on about how she wanted me to--”

“--Oh, Y/n!”

From your mother’s surprised expression on the other side of the car, to the way that Seungmin stopped dead in his sentence, you knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

Your body turned around in slow-motion, hoping that this must have been some kind of nightmare, and that you hadn’t woken up that morning yet and were cozily still tucked in bed.

If it would have been socially acceptable, you would have hidden behind that car until he walked away, but it was too late considering he already knew you were there.

Your mother let out some kind of ungodly squeal before rushing towards Minho and taking his hand in hers to shake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you! I take it that you know my daughter? And who might you be, such a handsome man as yourself???”

You really did contemplate hiding behind that car.

It was unfair how you had to run him into at a time when he looked like that. Your mother was nearly eating him with her eyes while Minho looked to you in his confusion.

Of course when your mother had to see him, he was fresh off of his morning run: white cotton sleeveless shirt, running joggers, a thick headband with sweat dripping down his body in rivets from his forehead to the curves of his toned arms.

Life was just too fucking unfair.

“Minho!” Internally, you crawled so far into yourself it was like you were barely there. You squeaked out the words coupled with a poorly-timed voice crack, “I didn’t plan on seeing YOu here!”

“Minho?!” Seungmin echoed your phrase, grabbing onto your arm with force.

“Uh, hello, nice to meet you I’m Lee Minho. And yes, I do know Y/n, I actually live a couple doors down--”

“--A neighbor! How wonderful! I know she doesn’t leave the house that much, but I’m so glad that the two of you have met. Do you live your family..? Or...your wife...?”

He smiled warmly, polite as always, “No Ma’am, I’m not married, I live with my mother.”

“Your mother? Well, that’s very honorable.”

You and your best friend locked eyes upon hearing the answer to the question that both of you had been silently wondering.

With a little eyebrow raised, he gave you a smirk, before braiding his hand through his locks strung with sweat. “I also live with my cats too.”

“Cats?” Your mother tried her best to hide the distaste in her mouth. “That’s...honorable as well. Taking care of animals is...hm, well, Y/n get in the car, time is ticking!!”

Your mother’s shrill voice was clipped by the sound of the car door closing behind her. You and your best friend choked in silent laughter together.

“Are you sure I don’t look ridiculous?” You patted down your itchy grey blazer.

Seungmin nodded, “Do you want me to tell you the truth? Not your colors. But, you’ll just have to live with it.”

“I think that you look nice.” Minho’s compliment melted into your skin like honey. “But I agree, the colors don’t work the best. Sorry.”

“Oh. Thank you...” Your cheeks warmed, “Sorry! God, I’m-this is Seungmin, my-my friend Seungmin, sorry I didn’t introduce you both, my head is just--”

“--Nice to meet you. Finally.” Seungmin’s expression turned a bit more stoic, a stark contrast to his softer features.

“Nice to meet you as well.”

“Okayyyy, well, I’ll just...get going then. See you both...later.”

Seungmin slammed the door behind you, leaving you with your huffing mother in the car.

“All of these handsome men around you and you can’t lock down one? I can’t believe you...” She threw her makeup bag on your lap. “I’ll play matchmaker if you want me to, I don’t mind, but you know that I have a lot going on already--”

“--Haven’t you already started? Don’t pretend like you didn’t tell Seungmin something. Seungmin is my friend, mom.”

“I just don’t get you. Aren’t you ever a bit sad that you don’t get invited to things like this since you have no female friends...?”

“Honestly? I don’t really care--”

“--You should. Thank God that you have me.”

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The front windows to the floral shop winked in the morning sun and the gold lettering of the signage glistened with a similar glow. On the display, there were several dozens of different types of flowers all arranged into different glass vases, tied with bows or swaddled in burlap. The arrangements of roses, chrysanthemums, peonies, daises, sunflowers and other wildflowers appeared to be freshly cut, and beaded with water droplets.

“Here. Take my card. If any of them seem to be brown at all, tell them that you won’t pay until they fix it.”

You took the little plastic card from her red painted nails. “Will do.”

There was a little bell hung over the shop door, and it tinkled when you entered like fairy chimes. The entire place seemed a little magical: the kind of place that you would find yourself reiterating in your writings. On the marble tiled floors, flecks of dirt seemed to gather in the grout.

The golden brass counter stretched on for nearly the whole length of the shop, and held a display case which doubled as a cooler holding smaller things like corsages and boutonnières.

“Can I help you?”

The man approached you wiping the dirt off of his hands onto his canvas apron which was stained with smudges of green and brown. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the tattoos adorning his arms in beautiful patterns of black with muted colors of yellow, lavender and pink. They were nearly all floral in design and reminded you of the drawings from a botany book. His shaggy dark hair had a bit of a curl to it that tasseled over his eyes. His smile too was devastatingly charming, decorating it was a black hooped lip ring.

“Here to pick up an order?”

“Y-yes, for L/n.”

“I just finished that one up, lucky for you.” He palmed through the little stack of receipts near the register. “I’ll go get it real quick.”

It was criminal how fast you found your heart beating after hearing how strikingly soothing his voice had sounded. You also found your head spinning over how familiar he seemed, like someone you had met before, but couldn’t place where.

He had brought the sizeable arrangement over, and upon seeing it, you knew that your mother must’ve asked them to pull out all the works. Not only were flowers like this a bit of an unusual bridal shower gift, but it was just one more way for her to show off. The moment that the two of you would arrive with that, heads would turn, and that was exactly what she wanted. It was so large, you had to crane a little to see the florist behind it.

“That’ll be 360.”

Never had you been more thankful to pay for a gift with someone else’s money.

When you passed him the card, you noted the little scrapes up and down his hands and forearms, looking a bit like cat scratches.

“It’s the roses.” He chuckled. “This job is a lot more dangerous than you would think.”

“Oh.” A heat in your cheeks rose along with his observation of you.

“Beautiful day isn’t it?” He tapped at the register, then nodded to the sunlight streamlining in from the windows. There were little rainbows speckling the store from the prisms hung above the displays.

“I-it really is.”

Your eyes wandered to his nametag which looked like he had decorated with hand-drawn stars. Jisung. Once again, he caught your eyes, slyly rolling his tongue over that black hoop.

“It’s the kind of day that makes me wish I wasn’t cooped up in here and doing something else; going somewhere else. You seen the cherry blossoms yet?”

“I-I have one in my yard.”

“Oh really? It’s my favorite time of year because of them.”

His smile was a bit in the shape of a heart, and the way that his eyes smiled along with it was just as charming as the rest of him.

Blaze.

He was Blaze.

Quite literally, never in your life could you have said that you had felt your heart skip a beat, but, you imagined that there’s a first time for everything.

He scribbled down something down on the receipt, handing you both the card and the slip.

“Have a good one, ‘kay?”

Had it been socially acceptable, you would have slapped yourself square in the face, right then and there, to snap yourself out of your awe.

“Yo-you as well.”

It was a miracle you didn’t drop that expensive-ass floral arrangement getting out of there as fast as you did.

“What took you so long? People will start wondering where we are.”

Your mother said a couple more chastising remarks, but they faded away once you looked at the crinkled piece of paper on your hand:

I hope to see you again, Blossom.

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“Y/n!!! Oh my god, I am so happy to see you. I’ve been decaying, simply drying out in this office all by myself.”

You swatted your melodramatic friend by the backside of his head, subsequently ruffling up his perfectly primped long, blond hair.

“Shut up. You’re surviving just fine without me.”

Hyunjin lowered his voice into a rather loud whisper, “Everyone here is just so boring.”

“I don’t know what you’re expecting ‘Jin. It’s a publishing company, all we do is read here. You kind of did it to yourself too. Hell, you edit the children’s books!! You don’t have a thing to complain about.”

“Are you sure that you can’t take an office here? We could eat lunch together, make coffee together from that broken-ass coffee machine, and bitch about Mr. Yoon together. By the way, what are you doing here anyway besides not seeing me?”

“Picking up a couple manuscripts. I finished the ones from before.”

“You’re inhuman. I don’t know how you get through 300+ pages over a weekend.”

You shrugged, “It’s just what I like to do, that’s all. And, no, I will not be taking an office here, not when I have my classes too.”

“Aren’t you the perfect symbol of adulthood.” Hyunjin pulled up for you the creaky plastic office chair from the empty desk next to his.

“Tell that to my mother, I think she’d have a different oponion.”

“Screw your mother--and you can tell her that I said that too.” Your coworker fiddled with his white collar, pulling it from his neck. You knew how much he hated those and would have much rather preferred the silky low-cut ones which had become his trademark.

“If only it were that easy.”

“How’s Princess Bomi doing?”

“My cat or the story?”

“I was talking about the story, but sure, tell me about your cat too.”

Hyunjin was a sarcastic little shit, but that was why you loved him. Seungmin tended to be the same sometimes--you surmised that perhaps you made the same type of people gravitate towards you.

“It’s been pretty well received actually, and I think I’m just about done with the first book, there’s probably only a few chapters left. I just passed 8,000 reads.”

“Wow, that’s actually...really impressive. I mean it.”

When he wasn’t being a sarcastic little shit, Hyunjin was actually a genuine friend. He had been supportive of your writing ever since he forced the information out of you a few months ago after seeing a your chaotic notes mixed in with your manuscript ones. Of course, he had laughed at the prospect of you naming your main character after your cat, but he understood otherwise.

“You’ve been getting good feedback?”

“Mmhm! They really like Bomi as a character, that, and it seems like Blaze has some fans too...”

Upon saying the same, the boy from the flower shop sneakily crept back into your head along with that stupidly Blaze-like smile of his--or at least, the smile that you had always pictured Blaze to have.

Hyunjin snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Earth to Y/n? Where did you go?”

“Huh? Oh sorry, I think I just got...lost in thought.”

“I said I think that you should really consider brining it to the company. What if they want to publish it? I think that it’s worth a shot. You said yourself that its successful online. What makes you think that people wouldn’t be interested in the print version?”

“I--Hyunjin, Princess Bomi is kind of a personal thing...”

“--Why do I even bother!” In his mock disgust, Hyunjin crossed his flabbergast arms against his chest. “I’m only trying to give you a helpful suggestion.”

Above the two of you, the florescent white lights bore down on you with a harsh luminescence.

“But--” You shyly picked at the hem of your blouse, “I could use your help with something else.”

“What?”

“What do you suggest that I wear...to meet someone’s mom?”

Hyunjin practically leapt out of his chair and three feet into the air.

“YOU’RE MEETING SOMEONE’S MOTHER?! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!!”

“Get your ass back down in your seat.” You whipped your head around to see your coworkers concerned glances. “Yes, I am.”

“Thank God that you asked me. This is a serious matter.”

“I can’t exactly ask Seungmin...so...”

“Don’t you worry! I know exactly what you can do. So,” His voice turned sing-songy, “~What’s he like~ And how come you didn’t tell me about this sooner??”

“-Because I knew that you would have this exact same reaction.”

“I promise I’ll calm down, okay, go:”

“Well, he’s my neighbor, and I’ve only met him a few weeks ago, and he’s got cats, and he’s really sweet and not to mention hot as well but in like kind of a... cozy, librarian kind of way? Anyway, he wears cardigans--and you know that I’m a sucker for a good cardigan--and I’m convinced that the universe is trying to get me to destroy him but, that’s beside the point--”

“Slow down slow down! Literally all of the words you said just now don’t make sense together.”

You wheeled your chair closer to the man across from you, “And then he asked me to meet his cats and his mom or maybe just his cats or his mom, he was kinda unclear about that now that I think about it...”

“So he’s hot and has cats, hmm, sounds right up your alley.”

“I-I guess.”

“Are you sure he’s not, you know, trying to be neighborly?”

You punched Hyunjin’s arm so hard you jiggled your glasses on your face. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

“Sorry I brought it up! Ok, ok, I think I know what you should do. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help you bag this sexy librarian man?”

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“I sure as hell hope that you’re not trying to be neighborly.”

You smoothed down your freshly ironed blouse: a floral pattern with birds, something “light and springy” just as Hyunjin had recommended. The pleats in your trousers were in shape as well. He had suggested too that you tied your hair up, something about it being professional and “dateable.”

Bomi sauntered up to you while you inspected your outfit in the full-length mirror. Her gorgeous green eyes were squinted after her day-long nap, and she yawned while she brushed up against your leg.

“To what do I owe the pleasure Bomi?” You bent down to pat her head, which she promptly shied away from. “You think that this looks good? Mother-worthy?”

Bomi blinked.

“Thanks for your input Bo.”

Another yawn.

Your nightstand held your little jewelry tree, and from it you took a dainty silver necklace that hung just above the neckline of your blouse, as well as the thin tan wristwatch that you wore once in a blue moon.

The watch face read 5 o’clock exactly.

“Shit! Shit shit shit shit!.”

Bomi scrambled out of your way as you flew around the room trying to find a matching pair of socks. You stopped one more in front of the mirror. Your mother’s words always did find a way of seeping back into your skin like poison. Even if you had looked “nice” a nagging voice deep down echoed: “you’ve only ever been less than auspicious. Why don’t you ever change that?”

“Screw your mother.” Hyunjin had said.

If it only was that easy.

Your footsteps clomped down the stairs, and you threw on the same pair of kitten heels.

“Shit. The gift.” You slapped your forehead, cursing your horrid memory.

“And don’t forget to bring his mother something. A gift. Something small but thoughtful. Something that she can use. Mothers eat shit up like that.”

You frantically searched your entire home for something that resembled a gift. After a few moments of searching, you had resolved to go without it--you’d explain that it was in the mail, or misplaced, or anything but the fact that you didn’t have one. You grabbed your humorous amount of keychains on your keys, eyes catching that little box of complimentary chocolates from the bridal shower.

“Good enough.”

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One more time, you checked your reflection in the glass door leading to Minho’s mother’s townhouse.

“This is fine, you can do this. Don’t screw this up, you’re fine, you’re fine.”

Minho opened the door, looking as confusingly adorable and downright gorgeous as you had grown to know him as. This time, he had ditched the cardigan for a sky blue sweater that still pooled at his palms. Seeing how casually he had dressed, you instantly felt overdressed, and made a mental reminder to cuss out Hyunjin when you got the chance later.

“Come in,” He gently ushered you to the spot where you switched on shoes for slippers.

“You-um, look really nice.” Minho pushed up his glasses up his nose bridge, “Really pretty.”

“Th-thank you, um, you too.”

He snickered, “No one has called me pretty before.”

“Shit, Sorry, that was weird, sorry, I’m just kinda...nervous.”

“No, not at all, I don’t mind. I appreciate the compliment.”

You stood at the doorway, awkward silence permeating the air. Suddenly, you remembered the chocolates in your hands.

“Oh, this is for you and your mother, I thought I might as well bring something over...”

Minho took it from you, and you prayed that he wouldn’t think too much of the packaging that just looked a little too wedding-y.

“Thank you for this.” He popped the box open excitedly, “What kind are they?”

It took a couple seconds, but you watched in horror as his expression turned from thrilled to deeply confused.

“What is it?” You craned your neck over to see.

“Are they...supposed to look like that?”

Inside of the little plastic compartments, each of the chocolates had melted into blobs pathetically and swirled together making one huge, brown, melted--and then solidified again--chocolate mess.

“Oh my god.” Your throat felt as tight as a knot in your embarrassment. “They’ve...”

Minho hurriedly closed the box. “It’s okay! Don’t worry about it.” He tried the best he could to suppress his laughter. “It’s still about the same.”

“No it’s not.” You whined out the words. “Don’t let your mother can’t see them, oh shit, oh shit.”

“What happened to them?”

Your horrid memory suddenly let you remember the fact that those chocolates had stayed in the car after the bridal shower when you had gone to visit your mother’s home.

“Nothing good, just-hide them--”

“Minho? Is that Y/n? Is she here?”

“--Hide it, quick!!!”

Minho shoved the box behind a large houseplant, still hiding his laughter caught in his throat.

“Ahhh Y/n! It’s so good to meet you at last! I’ve heard so much about you!”

You greeted Minho’s mother with a bow, throwing the box of chocolates a disdainful glare. She was a gentle looking woman who appeared to be a little older than your own, or, perhaps the same age. You wouldn’t be surprised if your mother had paid enough to procure the elixir of life; sounds like something she would have done.

“I’m so happy to meet you as well. Thank you for inviting me in.”

“Minho!!” His mother nudged his arm, “You didn’t tell me how pretty she was.”

Your cheeks flushed with heat when you gave another little bow in thanks. “Your home is really lovely too.”

“Oh, it was all Minho’s idea, I’m just the one that did the cooking. I’m always happy to cook for a neighbor.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ve got a couple more things to prepare, Minho, you go show her the cats, I’m sure that she’d like that--I hear that you have a cat too?”

You nodded. “Are you sure that you don’t need any help?”

“No no, you both go on, I’ll handle this.”

By each passing moment, this all started to feel a bit more like a playdate than an official meeting of one’s mother. Here you were, a grown woman, and you had gone over to someone’s house to play with their cats. Maybe you weren’t as much of a grown woman as you thought you were.

“Over here.” Minho guided you to the living room: it was a modest one with furniture that looked to be very old, with beautiful traditional pictures of landscapes with assorted baby photos hanging on the walls. Everywhere, there was little pieces of evidence of the residence of cats: cat toys, scratching pads, a couple cat carriers and the cat tree nearest the window. At the top tier of the structure, there was a white and orange cat lazing with a foot slung over the side.

“Doongie?” You carefully approached the furball to pet it’s tiny paw.

“That one is Soonie, I have two cats that look a bit similar. Doongie is probably somewhere strange. You never know cats. Mine really like hopping on top of the china cabinet; it scares my mother half to death”

“I can imagine.”

Soonie remained unbothered, little cat body peacefully sleeping.

“Over here is Dori, the youngest one.”

Dori was a bit striped, with a grey body and a white belly. The smaller cat was rolled up into a perfect cinnamon roll on the loveseat. The cat stirred hearing it’s name, and keened into Minho’s touch when he scratched its head. You copied the touch, and Dori granted you the same permission.

“You cats are so sweet...wanna trade?”

“I...think that I’m good with the cat’s I’ve got. But that is a tempting offer.”

Making a rather loud appearance was Doongie, who ambled into the room with a series of loud yowls and meows, looking up to both you and Minho with striking yellow eyes.

“Doongie!” You crouched down to give the cat scratches under it’s chin, making it purr slightly. “Did you miss me? I hope that you’ve been staying out of trouble.”

Minho’s gentle brown eyes observed your interactions with his cats, simply letting you play around with them as you wished. Every once and a while, you could catch his eyes following you with a contented little grin on his face.

There was something so domestic and comforting about the whole scene. Inside the townhouse that felt well loved and with the smell of a homecooked meal in the air, there was something so peaceful about it all that was a little foreign to you.

“Minho! Please come help me with the bowls!”

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Crickets chirped along the pathway and into the spring’s chilly nighttime air. Minho had offered to walk you home, even though you were just two houses down. Because of this, it seemed as if the two of you were walking in slow motion, taking one step after the other as slowly and carefully as you could. Absentmindedly, you both wanted just a little more time.

After spending the night being on your best behavior, you felt as if you could finally breathe. Granted, you had grandly spilled soup all over Minho’s mother, but this seemed to diffuse quickly once she had laughed raucously at the event. She was a sweet woman, with a kind soul, much like Minho. Her lightly wrinkled face shone like the sun and made you feel loved even without knowing her much.

In many ways, you wondered what it would be like having a mother as such. It was likely however, maybe you just weren’t supposed to know.

Minho cast his gaze up to the sprinkling of stars spread out over the vast sky: most of them invisible due to the closeness to the city.

“You know, I’m starting to really like living out here, in the suburbs I mean. Everything in the city was so fast and chaotic, it’s nice to sit back and let things be still for a while.”

“You don’t miss it?”

“Not as much as I did. The city...holds a lot of memories for me; some of them I’d rather forget. Being out here feels like a new start.”

The two of you stopped near the light coming from your porch. In the soft glow of yellow, coupled with the gentle navy blue tint of the night, Minho looked ethereal--perhaps even a little fairy-like.

You cursed out your writer brain for thinking of your little made up world at a time like this when you had this boy, real, in front of you.

“I had a nice time with you tonight.” Minho shoved his hands into his pants pockets with a cute little smirk. “I think my cats are a fan of you as well, so, that puts a good word in for you in my book.”

“Me too. Thank-thank you for inviting me.”

“Next time, we should do something different, I heard actually that there’s a meteor shower in a couple weeks.”

“Wait, next time?”

“Or, we could do something sooner if you’d like.”

“You want to do something else? With me?”

“Yes you, who else would I be talking about?” Minho capped his sentence with a little snicker.

“S-sorry, I just...don’t understand...why would you... I mean, I don’t do too much besides kinda hide in my house with my cat...there isn’t really a lot of things interesting about--”

Minho squatted down, sweeping something off of the sidewalk. It wasn’t until he had put it in your hair that you had realized he had taken one of the cherry blossoms from your tree to tuck it behind your ear. His head titled slightly as he admired the decoration, fingers lingering by the side of your cheek for a moment.

“I disagree.” He hushed, barely saying the words louder than a whisper. “Even though you you tent to get yourself into...situations--not that I mind anyway, you are special. Hell, and I haven’t even known you that long. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

Had it been socially acceptable, you would’ve kissed him right then and there.

If only it were that easy.

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Chapter 25

There Blaze was, standing, simple, cuts on his face and that little scar on his eyebrow twitching. The campfire illuminated his eyes with the flames, creating that brazen fire that he had gotten his name from.

Bomi knew him well. In fact, she thought she had known him better than most--a fact which she selfishly kept to herself. Blaze was everything she had known for the past year or so, and the time had interwoven their paths in ways that she had never expected. Before her was a person who knew her too, perhaps better than she knew herself.

Blaze’s callused hand rose to cup her cheek, thumb rubbing over her own battle scars.

“If you’ll not have me, please know Princess, you are the strongest warrior, bravest leader, and wisest friend that I have had the pleasure of knowing. I’ll stay by your side until I breathe my last breath.”

With a shaking hand, Bomi took Blaze’s hand resting on her cheek. She memorized the way that his skin felt on hers, making a million silent wishes that she knew would never come true.

“You and I, we both know that fate would have other plans for us...I’m sorry.”

Bomi turned from the warmth of the campfire, and the way that his eyes held hers.

She wished a million wishes, and he was nearly every one one of them.

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i’d love you to stay but that’s simply insane // JJK (11)

jungkook is an uncontrollable lead vocalist of the campus band, and you’re a goal-oriented top student that’s known his rich and complicated family since childhood. you don’t want anything to do with each other, until each other is exactly what you want to do.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: college au

warnings: some angst and irrational jealousy

words: 5.2k

chapter eleven

Your presentation with Namjoon the next day was a success – which was almost a given, considering how much work the two of you had put into it – and, to celebrate that it finally ended, you went out for some coffee in the afternoon. The campus café was packed at a time like this but both of you were still buzzing from the adrenaline of having to present in front of the whole class, so you barely noticed anyone else.

“I’m so glad we presented last,” you said and then sighed in content after you tasted your caramel beverage. “That left no time for anyone to ask any questions since everyone just wanted to go home faster.”

Namjoon chuckled. “I know. That’s the only benefit of having to spend the entire class stressed and anxious.”

You groaned at the realization of how many nerve cells you’d lost today. “Thank God that’s over now.”

“Yeah, it’s—” he started to say and was suddenly cut off by a sharp flashing sound from somewhere behind you, accompanied by a bright flicker of light that illuminated—and blinded—the boy in front of you for just a second.

You blinked in shock – both from the flash and from the realization that someone had just taken a picture of you two – and turned around, your eyes widening in surprise.

Behind you, a group of flustered freshmen huddled close to each other as they sprinted out of the café, their phones in hands. They looked back at you as they went, quickly turning away as soon as they caught your eye.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, turning back around.

“Some wannabe paparazzi, I’m assuming,” Namjoon said, rubbing his eyes with the pillows of his index fingers, “with some audacity. They didn’t even bother to check if the flash was on.”

“This whole week has been very weird,” you said, glancing over your shoulder again, so you could watch the group through the window – they had piled together in the front-yard of the café and were, most likely, adding unflattering filters to the picture they just took – and then you returned your attention to your friend, all while shaking your head, “but that still has to be the weirdest thing that happened to me. Why would they do something like that?”

“Hard to find a sensible reason,” Namjoon said, his voice empathetic, “but if I had to guess, then I’d say they’re trying to stir something up with that picture.”

“How?” you asked and then realized. “Oh, because I’m here with you?”

“Yeah.”

You rolled your eyes, finding it hard to believe that you were in your final years of university, and the people around you – albeit younger than you – still behaved like they were characters in a high school drama.

“Jesus,” you mumbled dejectedly and took your paper cup of coffee into your shaky hands, sipping it slowly in hopes that the hot liquid would calm you down. You set the cup back down again after a minute, however, because it had no effect on your nerves at all. “Are there no clubs they’d like to join? Nothing else they would want to spend their time doing? I mean, how bored are they?”

Namjoon cleared his throat, feeling awkward for not having suitable answers to any of your questions and for putting you in this position in the first place. “I, uh—yeah. Very bored, probably. I’m sorry.”

You gave him a perplexed glance – his apology had confused you – and noticed how uncomfortable he looked as he avoided your eyes and drew indiscernible patterns on the table with his finger.

“Why are you apologizing?” you tried asking softly. “This isn’t your fault.”

He knew that, of course, but that didn’t alleviate his discomfort. “No, I just feel like I’m partially responsible for that picture because I suggested we get coffee here.”

“You could have never guessed that people would be weird enough to do this,” you countered, feeling even worse now that this incident has made him wish he hadn’t come here with you. “If anything, it’s me who should be apologizing for dragging you into this. I’m honestly struggling to understand why they care so much but I shouldn’t have—”

Namjoon protested, “no, don’t feel guilty about this.”

You stopped to really consider his words.

The two of you were sitting here, apologizing to each other, when, the truth was, neither of you was responsible for the sheer shallowness of the people around you. You had no influence when they were placing their priorities and you couldn’t be blamed for what happened just because these people valued a good campus scandal more than an A in Calculus.

“Yeah. You’re right. I didn’t do anything wrong,” you declared, “and neither did you. Do you want to take a walk instead of sitting here?” you asked then, relieved that you chose to get your coffees to-go instead of drinking them from those pretty but very fragile-looking porcelain cups that several girls were snapping pictures of a few tables away.

An impressed smile appeared on his face after your suggestion; you knew your self-worth. And Namjoon – in the least condescending way possible – admired that greatly.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he said with a nod at the window of the café. “The weather’s nice.”

Thankfully, the incident at the café did not repeat itself when the two of you strolled around campus, talking and drinking your coffees in peace. You ended up getting into a conversation so deep – Namjoon was telling you about how his roommate, Seokjin, had purchased an unidentified plant from the flower shop off-campus and was convinced he was now growing marijuana in his room – you didn’t even notice when you finished your drink and it was time for you to say goodbye and head back home.

It was very nice to talk to someone – other than Inna – who shared your point-of-view on most things, but still remained calm and respectful when the conversation turned to something you didn’t exactly agree on. You weren’t used to that. Even Inna, who was normally understanding and open-minded, had a strong opinion on certain things and, sometimes, she got defensive if you disagreed.

Jungkook was a whole different specimen: if someone said something he didn’t like, he was going to defend his stance with impressive – and, frankly, intimidating – fury. Being near him could always make your blood boil, your pupils dilate, and your heart start skipping beats.

Talking to him could sometimes make you wish you could jump off a building – just so you wouldn’t have to look at his shit-eating grin anymore – but it also reminded you that you were alive. It was like bungee-jumping. Like swimming with the sharks.

Apparently, you were an adrenaline junkie, and – as you reluctantly admitted to yourself – he was the adrenaline fix you needed.

When you got back to your building – still thinking about Jungkook even after you’d spent half a day with Namjoon – and entered the elevator, you had your mind set on watching a distracting movie so you could push Jungkook out of your thoughts. You haven’t seen him these past few days and, clearly, it was starting to get to you.

And that was precisely when you nearly fell right back into the elevator cabin after you stepped out and saw the sight in front of you – you thought your abstinence from Jungkook had caused you to hallucinate.

“Oh, you’re finally here.”

Jungkook stood up from the spot next to your door when he saw you emerge down the hall.

You hadn’t expected the boy that haunted your mind to manifest himself right in front of you, so you couldn’t form a single coherent sentence. But you still tried, “w-what are—w-why—”

“I called,” he said as a way of explaining. “You didn’t answer.”

You remembered hearing this when he showed up at your dorm the first time, prompting a very awkward three-way exchange between him, Namjoon, and you. Granted, now that the awkward component was out, this gesture could have made your heart flutter but, really, it felt more like a—pleasant—stab into your chest.

“I, uh, I left my phone in the dorm,” you said, your hands seeming useless when you had no device to hold. “You have to stop coming here whenever I don’t answer my phone, though.”

A confident grin appeared on his lips but his eyes – the true mirror into his heart – were begging.

“Why?” he asked only half teasingly as his gaze seemed to pulsate with need to hear you say that you wanted him here. “Am I not welcome?”

You remembered – and instantly discarded – your plan to watch a distracting movie, and shook your head.

“No,” you said. You wanted him here. It was any thought or activity, distracting you from him, that wasn’t welcome. “I just feel bad for making you wait.”

Pleased with the answer – and not even trying to conceal it as the warmth on the edges of his pupils spread like honey throughout both of his eyes – Jungkook pushed his hands into his pockets.

“It’s fine,” he said and then added, almost carelessly, “I thought something could have happened to you. You’re not one to forget your phone. So, I came to check.”

“Yeah, I was in a hurry this morning—”

“But then I heard it ring inside when I tried calling you from here, so I figured what happened.”

You blinked at his interruption. “Wait, so you knew I left my phone? Why did you wait then?”

“Well, I still needed to talk to you.”

The unapologetic tone of his voice made you inhale sharply and take an unconscious step back as a protective means so you wouldn’t throw your arms around him like your heart wanted you to. You lowered your eyes.

“Okay, but you could have—I-I mean,” you didn’t know why you were still talking. It was obvious that he didn’t mind waiting. And yet that was somehow so impossible to believe. “What if I would have been gone longer?”

“Then I would have waited longer,” he shrugged like it was obvious, his eyes analyzing your confused features. “Why are you so bothered that I’m here?”

“I’m not bothered, I’m just—” truly, relentlessly falling more and more in love with you. “I was just surprised. Sorry I made you wait. What did you want to talk about?”

You gave him a weak smile as you tried to use the business tone you reserved for almost everyone but your voice still came out sounding meek and uncertain.

Jungkook just chuckled – not at you but, rather, at the the obviously nervous state you were in right now. While he always—secretly— appreciated your witty banter and sarcasm, he couldn’t help but feel proud to have this disarming effect on you.

“Straight to the point, huh?” he ribbed. “I thought that, after I’d waited for you for thirty minutes, the least you would do is invite me inside.”

“You waited for thirty minutes?”

“More or less.”

“Shit,” you were done for and you hated that it took this little – just some dedication to wait until you returned – to win your complete devotion. “I’m sorry.”

You walked past him – trying almost desperately not to breathe but still getting a whiff of his cologne and clenching your jaw as you refused to let the intoxicating smell affect you – to unlock the door.

“It’s fine,” Jungkook said, watching you and marveling at how completely unaware you were about the effects that the smell of your hair – as it lightly brushed against his chest when you walked past – had on him. “I don’t mind.”

You turned the key in the lock, the warmth from inside of the room hitting your already warm face as soon as the door opened.

You moved to a side and looked at him.

“So, uh—come inside, then.”

He did. And the room felt suffocating with him in it – but not in a painful way. It was just unusual: like you’d been transported into a different realm where breathing was no longer necessary to keep you alive and yet your body – so used to the way things were before – was still fighting it.

It was a useless battle.

You couldn’t breathe around him anyway.

“So, I received a picture today,” Jungkook said as he followed after you and took his shoes off by the door.

“Received a picture?” you frowned at his wording, lifting your eyes from your shoes to his face. “I hope you don’t mean in the mail.”

“No—” he paused to laugh. “I mean someone sent it to me. Well, to this groupchat I’m in but they tagged me.”

You placed your shoes in their rightful position by the door but chose not to return your eyes to his because you had a feeling where this was going.

“Right,” you said, not encouraging him to go on but knowing that he would anyway.

“It was you and Namjoon,” he said.

You nodded – which surprised him. “So, the picture reached you.”

For a moment, Jungkook tried to look for hidden hints in your voice – hints that would indicate where your knowledge about this had come from and, more importantly, why you looked so defensive all of a sudden, crossing your arms over your chest as you eyed him from the other end of the hall – but then he settled on just asking.

“You know about it?”

“Do you know who took it?” you countered, surprising him further.

“Uh—no, I just know who sent it,” he said. “Why? What are you going to—”

“I’m going to complain,” you decided.

Even though you’d suspected that the picture was going to be sent out and not kept as a private artifact, hearing just how quickly it reached Jungkook – and that it was, apparently, directed at him but not sent privately to him – pissed you off.

It was like showing the picture to Jungkook was only one part of this masterplan and this part was a small one. Because another part – the big, important one – was making fun of him in front of every person that was in the groupchat he’d mentioned.

“You don’t take pictures of people in public without their consent, not even celebrities,” you began, “and with a flash on, no less! Like they weren’t even trying to be secretive about the whole thing.”

“R-right. That was disrespectful,” Jungkook agreed, puzzled to notice that the same frustration he’d felt when he saw the picture, was now mirrored on your features. “But I mean… we’re supposed to be dating, remember? That’s why they took the picture.”

You entered the bedroom and he hesitantly trailed behind you.

“That’s not an excuse,” you said.

“Of course, it’s not,” he agreed. “But I kind of get it. I mean… well, how do you think it makes me look when you’re—”

You stopped in the middle of the room and turned around, finding it difficult to fathom how he was capable of defending these people, when they were so dead-set on humiliating him by showing everyone a picture of you with “some other guy”.

“Jungkook,” you said sternly. “That’s exactly why they took the picture. To make you look bad.”

“And they succeeded!”

You frowned. “Doesn’t that piss you off?”

“No—I mean, yeah, obviously, it does. I came here because I was pissed off,” he spoke, his eyes jumping from the window behind you to the posters hanging on Inna’s side of the room. “But I had some time to think about this while I waited for you. I’m actually more pissed off about you being with someone else than I am about getting embarrassed in front of others.”

You thought you misunderstood him. “What?”

The last time Jungkook panicked this much was when he’d been caught red-handed stealing his father’s Jack Daniels from the pantry in eighth grade.

“I… I meant—I’m pissed off about you hanging out with someone else,” he said, rolling his eyes for more effect as he tried to make it seem as though he’d just phrased himself wrong before.

Both of his hands were behind his neck as he stretched – a nervous habit – and you watched him battle his inner discomfort for a minute as you debated which part to focus on. Maybe he really didn’t mean to say what he said.

“Jungkook,” you finally said. “With all due respect, I’m not going to stop hanging out with my friends just because your two-faced friends want to mock you.”

He groaned – growing genuinely irritated now – and turned his back to you. “It’s not that they’re mocking me—”

“Don’t defend them!” you protested.

“I’m not!” his voice had risen to match yours. Slowly, he turned around and dropped his hands to his sides with an exasperated sigh. “I’m just saying, it’s not about them trying to mock me.”

You didn’t believe him. “So you’re saying you would have still been pissed about this if they sent the picture to you personally instead of showing it to everyone?”

“I would have been pissed about this even if there was no picture,” Jungkook replied.

“What are you saying?”

He sighed again. He thought it was fairly obvious what he was saying.

“We’re fake-dating, right?” he asked and it felt like he was deflecting. “So that means people are going to do this. They’re going to talk, even take pictures—”

“I know that,” you said. “We already talked about that.”

“Yes, but… I know that this makes you uncomfortable. And I hate that, really, I do. I’m grateful that you’re helping me in spite of it.”

Waiting for him to get the the point, you tapped your foot impatiently. “Okay.”

“I…” his eyes fell to the ground. The creaking floorboards under your feet distracted him. “What I’m trying to say is that, other people are going to be talking about what’s going on. And these types of things,” he meant the picture as he waved his phone around, “are just going to make them even more curious.”

“You’re suggesting that, by hanging out with my friends, I’m giving them something more to talk about?” you tried. “Even if they don’t take pictures.”

“N-not with your—well, they don’t know he’s your friend.”

“Actually, they don’t know you’re not just my friend, too.”

Jungkook winced – but it was a momentary reaction and, afterwards, you weren’t sure if he really did wince, or if it was just a stray ray of sun that passed through the curtains on your window and blinded him – and then cleared his throat.

“Well, exactly,” he said. “They don’t know shit. They assumed we’re dating and we decided to go with it. And now they see you with Namjoon and, remember, they don’t have confirmation that we’re dating, so, naturally, they start to speculate even harder.”

You had to give it to him, he may have had a point. Maybe people weren’t actually trying to mock Jungkook. Maybe they weren’t laughing about how his “girlfriend” was “cheating” on him with someone else.

Maybe people were genuinely curious whether he was dating you or not and, perhaps, they hoped that by pushing him into the corner with this piece of evidence – that was obtained through questionable means but this wasn’t a courtroom, so everyone fought dirty – Jungkook would finally give them some answers that they craved.

“I’m—” you sat down, too overwhelmed to finish a full sentence. “This is so childish, my head is starting to hurt.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook said and then took the liberty of sitting down next to you.

“No, it’s—I get what you’re saying,” you told him, turning your head so your eyes would meet and catching the sharp sound of him inhaling as he realized how close your faces were. You flushed and turned away. “I-I was just—I don’t know, I guess I got sensitive because of the way they handled this. I mean, when they took the picture, I knew they were going to show it to you, that much was obvious. But I thought it was going to be one of those “hey, just a warning, but I saw your girlfriend out with some guy today” type of texts, you know? One-on-one.”

He fisted the sheets of your bed when you referred to yourself as his girlfriend. Sitting here next to you – so close he could now make out the specific notes of your scent; he loved the smell of menthol in your hair – was going to kill him.

“Yeah,” he said as he exhaled. “With us, it’s never one-on-one. When they’re not sure about something, they argue about it in front of everyone.”

That sounded terrible. It even reminded you of a prison – with no private space and everyone constantly sticking their nose in each other’s business.

“Why do you hang out with these people?” you asked. “They’re always looking for ways to humiliate you.”

You thought Jungkook was going to defend them again and insist that they were like this with everyone, not just him – and you would have had no choice but to take his word for it, since you didn’t belong to the inside crowd – but, much to your surprise, he just shrugged his shoulders and looked down.

“They’re—yeah, I can’t explain that,” he said, suddenly sad. “They clung themselves to us – to t-the other members and me, I mean – and we didn’t bother to shake them off.”

Of course, they didn’t. Parental Advisory – and Jungkook in particular – loved being the center of everyone’s attention. And it made sense. Who wouldn’t love being loved?

You swayed your head thoughtfully but did not say anything else for a while. When you finally felt his shoulders relax and poke yours, you finally spoke again.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” you said.

He didn’t blame you for it – which was unexpected but perhaps you’d misjudged just how self-aware about the situation with his friends he was – as he smiled softly. “That’s okay. I shouldn’t have come in here, demanding you stop spending time with your, uh, friend.”

He hated describing Namjoon in this way and he couldn’t hide it – not that he tried.

“I understand where you’re coming from,” you told him.

“Thanks.”

You nodded in response, the argument finally settling down. Only, you still needed to make a decision how to proceed – choosing to “just go with it” hasn’t exactly gone very well.

“So, what are we going to do about this?” you asked, careful so as not to make your voice sound too strict.

“You said you were going to complain,” Jungkook reminded you.

“I did,” you nodded, already seeing yourself knocking on the door of the dean’s office in your mind. “But it’s pointless, isn’t it? It won’t change anything.”

There were only so many things the dean could do, and controlling a population of nearly twenty-thousand students on campus wasn’t one of them.

“No, probably not,” Jungkook confirmed.

“So, what, then?”

He looked at you. “I have a plan. But you may not like it.”

You swallowed, aware that there wasn’t anything that you wouldn’t have done for him.

It was scary when you realized just how much control over you he still had, all of these years later. You briefly wondered if he’d ever cease to affect you this much.

“What is it?” you spoke.

“Come with me to our party this Friday,” he asked. “It’ll be a great way for us to express our anger about this in a more socially acceptable way. We’d sublimate, so to speak.”

You looked away. He had the power to convince you to do anything – you did not doubt that – but, God, you really didn’t want him to convince you do to this.

“Jungkook—”

“We wouldn’t have to stay long. Just—”

“Just so they’d see us together?” you cut him off and the sharpness in your voice wounded him because that wasn’t the only reason. “Just so we could respond to their incessant nosiness in this passive-aggressive way?”

“Well, yes,” he admitted. “But also because I want to hang out with you there.”

You thought that was just an excuse – a way to soften the blow after he confessed that he only wanted you to come to strengthen the image of your false relationship – so you didn’t catch the vulnerability in his voice.

“If that’s the case, then we could hang out—” you tried to say but Jungkook beat you to the end of your sentence.

“Here, I know,” he finished for you. “Or anywhere else that’s private. But I’m asking you to hang out with me there.”

You stayed quiet.

You weren’t saying no but Jungkook could see that you didn’t want to do this. He realized, in that moment, that he could convince you to come if he put his mind to it, but that would mean that you’d be doing something you didn’t want, all for his sake.

He couldn’t do that. He didn’t want that.

Standing up from the bed, he said, “I’m going to go.”

You followed him with your eyes, the sudden announcement taking you off-guard. “What?”

“Yeah,” he said, not turning around but stopping in the middle of your room nevertheless, “or I might start throwing things.”

“W-why—?”

“Because I want to spend time with you and you’re rejecting me,” he explained in haste, his words sticking together and making it nearly impossible for you to understand him. Not to mention, your heart was now beating so loudly, you were partially deaf to all other sounds. “I guess, you could say it’s bruising my ego. I have to—”

“No, Jungkook, come on,” you stood up, too, not really willing yourself to. Your body seemed to follow his automatically. “You know I want to spend time with you, too.”

He didn’t know, actually. But hearing this was enough to get him to stop and reconsider – clearly, he didn’t really want to leave.

“But do we have to go to that party?” you asked after he didn’t say anything.

He counted the dents on the wall next to your bed before finally saying, “what have we got to lose? People are talking anyway, so why would we stay home?”

A sad smile appeared on your face – you didn’t like reminding him of this; it felt like you were reminding him of your own name – as you replied, “you might find it surprising, but staying home isn’t actually painful for me. I enjoy that.”

“No, I… I know that,” Jungkook said, bringing a hand through his hair. He regretted standing up now. He worded himself better when he was sitting. “But… Okay. W-we could go to the party, hang out there for a little bit, and then we’ll head back and hang out at your place. What do you think?”

That was supposed to be a compromise but it felt too much like he was trying to do you a favor, but not really succeeding at it. Because the core reason why he wanted you two to spend more time together was still laced with his need to prove a point -- and the point was that you and him were more together than you and Namjoon.

“Where’s the catch?” you asked, not seeing how the return back to your place could have benefited your fake relationship.

“There’s no catch,” he said. “I genuinely wish to be—wish to spend time with you.”

That was a good response – he could tell he’d chosen his words right by the way some of the pressure seemed to leave your shoulders when you exhaled.

“And,” you said, “how much of that wish is influenced by your need to prove to everyone that I’m not cheating on you?”

Jungkook smiled.

“Only a little,” he said.

“Well,” you grimaced – and his smile widened at your obvious dramatics – and then turned around to look out the window, “at least you’re honest.”

“I promised I wouldn’t lie to you,” he said.

You watched the students pass by your building outside while you considered your options. There weren’t many. You could either give in and agree to go with him now or you could spend another ten minutes listening to him try to convince you to come, only to agree then.

It didn’t seem fair to make him beg you to come – you didn’t think your company was worth that much and, in any case, you did want to spend time with him, even if you had no conditions of your own and would have gladly remained unseen by anyone else – so, choosing to give in now rather than later, you turned to face him again.

“Okay, fine. I’ll go to that party with you,” you said and your words lit his eyes up. “But you won’t let this get to you anymore, okay? Because our plan was to let people think whatever they wanted to think. You said so yourself -- they’re going to talk no matter what we do. So, promise me I won’t find you by my door, all frustrated and determined to wait for thirty minutes until I come back so we can argue about this again. Okay?”

He was already burning with anticipation for Friday night – and most definitely imagining all sorts of scenarios of how the two of you were going to arrive to the party together – but he sobered up enough to react to your request.

“I can’t promise that,” he said.

“Jungkook—”

“No, I can’t promise that I won’t care,” he added, not letting you cut in, “but I promise I won’t do anything about it or… ambush you like this again. Or argue with you about this.”

That was good enough – better, actually, as your stomach contracted in tandem with your chest; it was like your entire body was vibrating now – and you decided that the worst was already in the past, so you sat back down on your bed.

You hadn’t gotten him to promise you he wasn’t going to care about the people you spent your time with -- because, what he should have cared about, was the way his own friends treated him -- but partially getting through to him was still more than you expected from talking to someone as stubborn as Jungkook.

“You didn’t ambush me,” you said softly. “It was nice of you to come and, uh, talk to me in person. Nice but unnecessary since there was nothing to talk about. But still, thank you.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook – who loved being appreciated, even as dismissively as this – suddenly turned bashful and tried to do some damage control by finding a yet another excuse for showing up here and waiting for you. He felt like he’d revealed all the most vulnerable parts of himself to you today, and he didn’t know how to walk away from that now, “I just wanted to figure out what we were going to do.”

You scoffed but not cruelly. “I don’t think we figured anything out. We’re still going wherever the circumstances take us.”

“Yeah, I guess, we are,” he agreed and then added the one epic excuse that would always extinguish the burning feelings in your chest, “but, at the end of the day, the only thing that really matters is that my parents believe we’re together.”

You were fine when you heard that his reasons for wanting to hang out with you involved proving a point to your peers.

But hearing that the “only thing that really mattered” wasn’t actually enjoying each other’s company but, rather, convincing his parents that you were dating, hurt surprisingly much. You knew it shouldn’t have because it was true, that was what mattered, but you still found it hard to breathe for a few seconds after he said that.

“Right,” you muttered, your throat dry as you pretended not to be surprised by how quickly you went from “I want to spend time with you” to “I’m only doing this so my parents don’t disown me”.

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, watching you avoid his eyes and fearing that he may have taken his personal damage control too far. “Okay. So, it’s settled then. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

“Yeah,” you said, your chest – so full a minute ago – hollow now, “eight is fine.”

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julemmaes · 4 years ago

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Honey extra - The Sex Playlist + a little scene

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre roommates au

A/N: I posted part five on the same day acosf was released, so if you didn’t see it, go read it, cause it’s.. long and it took me years to finish and I saw it didn’t get the same attention the previous parts did, and yeah

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this takes place somewhere between part five and six

Elide was one of the few lucky girls whose period was never too bothersome. The pain was always very bearable and only lasted a few hours, and most of the time, it wasn't even a real pain, just a slight pressure in the lower abdomen. She could go about her day without having to stop every few minutes because of a cramp - unlike Aelin, who died every month as if someone was stabbing her in the guts.

She also didn't have a heavy flow, which she would always thank the gods for, if they existed. She couldn't understand how her friends could put up with such misfortune.

Not that they could do otherwise, of course, but she was always in awe when they told her about their period-catastrophes. She knew that if it were her turn to suffer like that every time, she would rip her uterus out of her belly.

And at that moment, lying in a fetal position on Lorcan's bed, she wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to keep from doing it herself before the cramping stopped. Because for some strange reason, her body had decided to turn against her this month.

The last two weeks had gone by in the blink of an eye, she and Lorcan had fucked on every surface in the house and between work and classes and studying, Elide had gotten very little sleep. Considering also that every time she lay down, her boyfriend would slip in behind her and she couldn't say no to herself, to that pleasure so exhaustive and ecstatic, it made her forget that her body needed rest.

It had taken Lorcan to remind her that they couldn't go on like this.

So when she'd found a bloodstain in her underwear the previous night, just before going to bed after her shift at the diner, she hadn't worried so much and had thought that they'd finally take a few days off and maybe her body would calm down.

Elide wasn't a fan of period sex and the few times she'd done it she'd been so grossed out that she'd risked barfing in the middle of it. It simply wasn't for her.

What she hadn't expected though, had been cramps so strong they had pulled her from sleep in the middle of the night. Elide had gotten up and gone to the bathroom because she'd started moving around too much and didn't want to wake up the boy sleeping blissfully next to her. She had started pacing the living room, trying to figure out what the fuck she was in such pain for.

When it felt like someone had stuck both hands in her uterus and was digging their nails into her ovaries, Elide had knelt on the floor by the couch, leaning forward with her fists pressed against her stomach.

Lorcan had found her in that position around half past four.

To say he'd been scared out of his wits would be an understatement.

He'd thrown himself to the floor beside her almost immediately, all traces of weariness gone the second he'd heard her whimper in pain and seen that Elide was biting her lower lip so hard it was drawing blood.

When they had established that it was just her cycle, Lorcan had taken her back to his bed and now they were both lying between the soft blankets she had given him.

They had both been puzzled by this new symptom. After all, Lorcan had never seen her suffer from her period in all the years they had lived together and neither of them had expected it to be any different this time.

Elide had had to joke that it was the fault of his huge cock that had literally stabbed her in the uterus, and Lorcan had apologised in earnest, looking at her with wide eyes and pulling away a little, as if he really felt guilty. She had burst out laughing and then pulled him to her again, taking one of his arms and putting it around her body so that his big hand covered her belly.

He'd started moving his fingers over her lower abdomen, applying pressure from time to time when she seemed to tense up due to a cramp. It helped, somehow, to have him there to massage her. To hold her to his chest as they cuddled.

Now, Elide kept her eyes closed, his head resting on top of hers as they both dozed. Or at least she thought so, because Lorcan spoke, his rough, low voice too close to her ear, "How do you feel?"

She sighed, pulling her knees up slightly. His legs immediately followed her, as if they couldn't bear to be away from her body. She smiled, "A little better." then yawned, "I guess it's the fact that I was already tired as it is, what with university and all."

Lorcan hummed behing her, "I see," then he moved, pulling away only briefly, "maybe we should take it slower, with everything I mean."

Elide nodded slowly. She turned her head towards him, still with her eyes closed, but pursed her lips forward, silently inviting him to kiss her. He chuckled, but a second later their mouths clashed in a simple peck on the lips.

The music playing from the speakers suddenly changed from the sweet melody of a love song to something quite different.

"Cause I eat up for a while, let me through. The shake, the screaming aloud, I'ma fool. In my face you shake, leaking everywhere."

Elide's eyes went wide, "Lorcan!" she let go a surprised chuckle, "What is this?" she turned to him fully and could finally see the satisfied smirk on his face.

"It's a playlist I made yesterday," he then lowered his voice an octave, looking at her lips, "For when we can take the time to think about music instead of jumping right into it," he murmured.

Elide swallowed, nodding slowly, continuing to listen to the song.

Definitely very different from what he normally provided her with.

"I like it," she continued, then draped her arms underneath his, resting her head against his chest as he pulled her close to him and lay on his back, making her lie completely on top of him, "our sex playlist." she smiled, playing with the ends of his hair.

Lorcan hummed again and Elide felt it throughout her whole body when he said, "I called it 'elide'."

She had to force herself to calm the hot spirits that that new information had triggered in her body, but she was glad to know that he wouldn't be able to use that playlist with other people, considering it bore her name.

"I like it even more now," she confessed under her breath.

His arms tightened around her back and then his hands began to rub her lower back, where he knew she was feeling the most pain. Elide fell silent, enjoying his warm hands on her skin, and only had time to thank him before sleep beckoned her again.

The playlists

01.02

1. The Fixer – Brent Morgan

2. Why iii Love The Moon – PHONY PPL

3. Couch Potato – Jakubi

4. Anyway – Noah Kahan

5. comethru – Jeremy Zucker

6. Why Not Me – Forrest.

7. Loving – Surfaces

8. always, i’ll care – Jeremy Zucker

9. Like Strangers Do – AJ Mitchell

10. Yellow Lights – Harry Hudson

11. Glue Myself Shut – Noah Kahan

12. Colour Me – Juke Ross

13. Lovesong (The Way) – Charlie Burg

14. Lucky Love – Michael Seyer

15. Freak In Me – Mild Orange

elide

1. Skin – Rihanna

2. Do It For Me – Rosefield

3. Body Party – Ciara

4. When We – Tank

5. Rockstar – Rihanna

6. F***in Wit Me – Tank

7. On Top – Trey Songz

8. Acquainted – The Weeknd

9. Freaky – Gemaine

10. Make You Feel – Alina Baraz

11. First Fuck - 6LACK & Jhené Aiko

12. Young God - Halsey

13. How Many Times – DJ Khaled

14. Fuck You All The Time – Jeremih

18.02

1. I Don't Know Me Like You Do – Low Hum

2. I Don't Wanna Be Okay Without You – Charlie Burg

3. Why Can't I Have You – Gloria Laing

4. If I Go, I'm Goin – Gregory Alan Isakov

5. Let Me In – Skinny Living

6. Reason To Hate You – Rhys Lewis

7. Be Your Man – Rhys Lewis

8. Yours – Jake Scott

9. Loved Us More – Munn

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#honey #elorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #elorcan roommates au #tog #throne of glass #tog fic

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ningningsplushie · 4 years ago

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The Cute Barista

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Word count: 2263

Genre: Pastel cafe?? Jimin being a comforting person :3

Summary: Your favourite barista has moved away and in her place is the ever charming Park Jimin. Can he comfort you just the same?

Warnings: Cringey pick up line (rip but it fit well with the story), stressed and upset reader

After a long day, a trip to the cafe was exactly what she needed. Classes were kicking her ass, what with essays, assignments, and presentations piling up on the daily, not to mention her trying to keep up with work and her own personal life. A calming sit-down, with a nice book, along with her favourite barista, Hwa Young, would surely cheer her up.

Opening the door to the cafe, the smell of brownies and buttercream frosting immediately wafts up her nose. The overall atmosphere of the place, with its pastel pinks walls and baby blue trimming, its bubbly aura due to the dainty display of desserts, large windows, and sweet jazz music instantly calms Y/N after a hectic day.

Walking up to the cash register, she realizes that Hwa Young isn’t at her usual station, neither is she wiping down the tables or serving customers.

She spots a blond boy standing in place of her favourite barista and decides to ask for her whereabouts. “Excuse me, I was wondering where Hwa Young was?”

The boy looks up from the till and gives her a warming grin, cheeks almost covering his eyes. My, he’s really handsome. Handsome, however, was an understatement. His face had an innocent, boyish charm to it, with large, honest eyes, plump lips with a subtle cupid’s bow, and a soft jaw.

“I suppose you’re in the dark about her.” Hearing this, Y/N grows worried and the boy sees this. “Oh don’t worry,” he scrambles, panicking for frightening her, “she just moved to Japan for university. She left just last week.”

She left? Crestfallen, Y/N looks to the ground. Damn, I was really looking forward to seeing her. “Really? It’s just...she has a really comforting aura and it was something I needed right now. I suppose I won’t be getting that ever again, if not ever again.”

Y/N realizes her mistake of oversharing and clasps a hand over her mouth with wide eyes. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. The last thing you need right now is for a stranger telling you her problem.”

The new barista chuckles, “It’s alright, my sister was a big help to a lot of people so I understand.”

“Yeah, she- wait. Sister? She was your sister?” Y/N squeaks out.

“Is, not was. She’s still here with us, just far away. But yeah, after she left I decided to take her place here to help our mom run the cafe.”

“That’s sweet of you…” finding no reason to stay any longer she decides to leave, picking up her wallet from the counter. “Anyways, I’ve got to go, but uhhh, thank you for telling me about your sister. Have a nice day-” she reads the boy’s name tag. “Jimin. I’ll be going now.”

Just as she’s about to turn, Y/N feels a grip on her wrist, disabling her from leaving. Jimin looks at his hold on Y/N and quickly lets go.

“Listen, I know you’re not exactly in the best of moods right now and I know I’m not my sister but please, stay and give yourself a rest.”

She considers his comment for a moment before turning back to him and offering a tight-lipped smile.

“Alright. I’ll have a medium honey latte, please,” she says, offering Jimin money for her order.

Taking the money from her, he gives a mock salute, chest puffing out. “Coming right up, Miss.”

Y/N can’t help but giggle at his gesture, hands going up to cover her smile.

“Yeahhhh! That’s what we like to hear. My goodness, if I knew your smile was this bright, I never would have bothered to change the light bulbs in the chandeliers.” Jimin puts his arms out as if protecting himself from a bright flash and at this, Y/N laughs some more. Giving the barista some more material, he pretends to swoon, resting the back of his on his forehead. “Wow, wow, wow. I might as well just shut off our radio too. Your laugh sounds much nicer.”

Y/N blushes, earning a “cute,” from Jimin but then composes herself. “Call me Y/N, please.”

Nodding, he begins tinkering with the espresso machine. “Y/N, I might not be as comforting as my sister but I’m certainly more charming and cuter than her, aren’t I?” throwing a wink to the girl.

Y/N rolls her eyes and replies, “You guys share half of the same DNA.”

“That’s true but my DNA gave me the upper hand in looks.” Y/N couldn’t deny that. She couldn’t stop staring at his lips, how they formed when he smiles, or the position they were in whenever he pouted whilst concentrating.

“Alright, one medium honey latte for Y/N,” he whoops, placing the porcelain cup before her.

“Thank you so much.” Taking a sip from her drink, she closes her eyes in pure bliss, the warmth of the latte spreading throughout her body.

“How is it? Is it too sweet? I think I might have put too much sweetener in it so-”

“It’s perfect,” Y/N sighs, opening her eyes once more.

He gives a proud smile and pats his head. “Good, I’m glad. I’ll leave you alone now, let you decompress for a while.”

“Thank you for everything… for being so patient and kind. I appreciate it,” Y/N says, gazing out the window.

“A little kindness never anybody. I just hope I made your day somewhat better.”

“You definitely did.”

And with that, Jimin leaves the girl alone, moving on to his own barista duties of washing the dishes, clearing tables, and taking the orders of a few people who wanted a kick of caffeine. It was close to the evening which meant that the cafe was nearly empty, something Y/N found most agreeable as it allowed her to enjoy the soft music playing through the speakers while enjoying her recent read. For about thirty minutes or so, Y/N was enjoying her novel whilst sipping occasionally on her latte, and at that moment, she was finally at peace. Here, she was able to temporarily forget about school, work, and her general stresses in life. All that mattered was her tranquility, the porcelain cup sitting ahead of her, and the cast of characters splayed out in her book. Y/N realizes that her brow had loosened, curing her blistering headache ever since she stepped foot into the shop, especially since she talked to Jimin.

Leaving all her worries aside, Y/N gazes out the window and ponders. Everything is so beautiful right now, what with the snow gently falling and families walking hand in hand, she thought. It’s a shame I can’t fully enjoy life with all my stress plaguing my thoughts. I should just enjoy it while it lasts.

It didn’t last long, that is, only because Jimin came over with a fresh piece of what appeared to be strawberry shortcake. He places the plate in front of Y/N and leaves with a simple, “Bon appetit.”

“Hey wait! I didn’t order this.” she rushes to her feet to return the cake.

Jimin comes back, pushing Y/N by her shoulders so she’d sit back down. “I know you didn’t. But you can’t drink something on an empty stomach,” he urges, nudging the cake towards her and turning back around once again.

With her mouth shaped into an O’, she reaches for her wallet to pay for the dessert but before she can do so, Jimin, with his back towards Y/N, protests, “don’t even think of paying for the cake. It’s on the house.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly eat this without paying. Besides, won’t you get in trouble?”

“You can, and you will,” he affirms, now facing Y/N, slinging the rag over his shoulder, adding with, “plus, what’s the worst my mom can do? Not feed me Jjajangmyeon for two weeks? I can survive.”

Warily, Y/N begins to stab the fork into the cake before venturing with a meek, “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” he declares, giving her a warm smile that makes her want to eat the cake all the more, wanting to see his smile once more. “Also, I uhhhh,” Jimin stammers, “I wanted to give it to you cuz uhhh...it m-matches your sweater vest,” he declares, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment from his statement.

Confused, Y/N looks down at herself. As per usual, she was in a rush to attend her first lecture of the day and just threw on the first thing her eyes met, which was a pink, strawberry printed sweater vest over a white button-up. Wait. He just gave me a slice of cake because it matched my vest. How much cuter can this guy get? With a blush creeping up her face, she shoved a piece of the cake in her mouth, and in an instant, her tense shoulders dropped, like a weight lifted off of them. The sweetness and acidity of the strawberries coated her tongue but was soon covered by the velvety taste of the buttercream frosting.

“Wow Jimin, this is...absolutely delicious.”

He hums, “I’m glad you think so. I’ll be sure to tell my mom.”

“Yeah, you def- wait. Your mom?” Y/N interjects, mouth full of cake.

Jimin takes a napkin from the dispenser and wipes the frosting from the corner of her mouth and asks, “Did you really think I was the one who made the cake? You overestimate me, my dear friend,” he leans in closer to Y/N, lips frighteningly close to her ear and whispers, “I appreciate the sentiment though.” He pulls back and winks at her, hair falling over his eyes. “I just thought it befitting to feed you something as sweet as yourself.”

Shocked at his boldness, Y/N goes back to eating her cake, not quite sure how to respond to him, especially since she was turning redder and redder by the second and it feels like her tongue had been swallowed.

“Cute,” Jimin chuckles, going back to washing the dishes.

By the time Y/N finished eating, the sun had set and it was closing time, leaving only Jimin and Y/N to be the only two in the shop. She looked at the time and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “Oh god, I’ve got to get going. I’ve got to wake up early tomorrow.”

Y/N scrambles to gather her items in her bag, her book, her phone, her wallet and is about to zoom out the door before she hears Jimin calling her name.

“Y/N hold up! You forgot something.” Bewildered, lets go of her hold on the door handle, and looks to the boy.

“Come here,” he beckons for Y/N to come closer.

Walking closer to the counter, Y/N has her hand reached out for him to place whatever it is she left behind. Jimin, placing something unbelievably small in her palm, smiles bright, cheeks overcoming his eyes. She looks down and sees a single Hershey’s chocolate kiss. Y/N looks back to Jimin for an explanation and what he says next throws her off completely.

“Hershey factories make millions of kisses a day, but I’m asking for only one...perhaps after our first date?”

Y/N is silent for a few beats as she registers his cheesy pickup line. Jimin, panicking, quickly regrets his words and goes to take back the kiss but is stopped when Y/N doubles over, shoulders shaking.

Concerned, the barista walks around the counter and puts his arms around Y/N, scared that he triggered what he thought were waterworks. “Y/N...I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!” But then he hears laughter, belly-aching laughter, one that Jimin wants to hear all the time.

For a good minute, Y/N is hunched over, cackling while Jimin lets out small giggles but then ceases her laughter, wiping her tears away, and looks towards Jimin. “Wow, thank you for making me laugh like that. I haven’t done that for so long.”

Jimin frowns, “I’m happy I made you laugh but are you laughing at me or with me?”

“With you, I’d never laugh at you, especially since you made me feel so much better today,” Y/N replies.

“Oh thank God,” he lets out a deep sigh of relief. “So about that date...would you like to go out with me? I know it’s weird since we just met today but I heard a lot about you from Hwa Young and-and I always wanted to see what you were like. Our paths crossed and I didn’t want to give this moment up.”

Y/N considered how much of an impact he had on her in just one day and thought what it would be like being with him every day. She knew she’d feel tremendously better. As of now, she’s felt more comfortable than she had for a long while. Being around him reminded her of all the beautiful things she’s failed to notice and allowed her to feel like herself once more. If being around him felt like this, she never wanted it to end. His presence comforted Y/N and made her feel right at home. She definitely wasn’t going to turn him down.

“I’d love nothing more than to go out with you. But you better not break that promise of a kiss.”

Brushing a small strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear, he replies with, “Oh, I promise.”

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