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hazelolive · 4 years ago

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So I comissioned @anjchan8 to draw my ocs and I orginally was going to make it into like a devilgram with a short cute fluffy story added to it but! I thought of a way to include it to Kera and Damien’s main story. I absolutely love how it came out and feel it displays exactly how Both Kera And Damien feel at the end of this part of there story. (plus there so pretty like looooooook at em ^_^)

It had been 2 days since Kera had seen Damien and she was growing worried. Sure she was shocked to find out that he wasnt human like her but after that talk she had with mammon she had started to calm down about it. She was still a tiny bit annoyed that he didnt tell her because younger her probably wouldve found it awesome, but slightly more understanding now that there probably was a reason behind him keeping it secret.

She however was worried about her friend. She hadnt seen him in 2 days and any time she asked lucifer were he was hed say something stupid like. That doesnt matter, or kera im busy, please leave my study. Mammon didnt know where he was either. Which made sense because he left to follow her and She hadnt been able to get ahold of Diavolo.

So she was here worrying about the state of her friend and how it must of looked with her just walking out upset and almost crying after he acidently revealed his big secret to her. She had checked the addict twice and even cast a detect magic spell shed learned from Simon just to make sure lulu didnt pull any of his old tricks that he did with Belphy.

But she couldnt find him. She had searched the house of lamentation top to bottom while bothering Luci on mutiple ocassions. But he just wasnt here. She had been pacing the floor for 2 hours now and she was tired of waiting. She grabbed her ddd and decided she was going to storm diavolos castle if she must.

It was a little weird heading to the castle without any of the brothers with her to act as a guide. But luckily she didnt run into any trouble. She entered through the grand doors. She had gotten this but there was a sense of now what? This was a big castle with many rooms probably some of them hidden or off limits she she shouldnt just go exploring.

She decided that she might as well look for diavolo she was about to start her search when she ran into someone. She looked up after letting out a audible umph and saw she had ran straight into barbattos.

"You should be more careful Kera. Wouldnt want you to hurt yourself now would you?"

"Barb! Im sorry about that. I didnt mean to run face first into your chest."

"Its fine im just glad you didnt run into anything less forgiving, like a stone pillar for instance." He said knocking on the one behind him.

She gave off a little nervous laugh. Well this was embarrassing.

"What do we owe the pleasure of this unexspected visit?"

"I need to speak to diavolo. Theres someone im trying to find."

"Aw do you mean your little friend?"

She looked up surprised for a second.

"How did you- wait I shouldnt ask of course you would know."

He just gave off a little amused laugh.

"Right this way."

Kera tentively followed barbatoss, down a few hallways, and a long corridor till he opened the door to a room and on the other side damien sat. horns still on display but he seemed to be in a fresh pair of clothes.

She was relieved to see him and he didnt seem any worse for wear

"Damien! Your alright! Thank goodness." Kera said throwing her arms around him.

"You say that as if you exspected us to harm him." Barbattos said with a small laugh.

"Well not you but I know luci was in the room when I left and I know how he can get. Plus he refused to tell me anything concerning him after the fact. "

"Well I can asure you lucifer or luci as you like to call him was only able to give him a good tongue thrashing. Diavolo made sure of that."

"Can you give him my thanks."

"It would be my pleasure but im sure he'd love to hear from you."

"Alright and Lucifer probably wont admit it himself but he may have been annoyed because of all the paperwork he had to help fill out concerning Damiens sudden Arrival."

"Oh! Is that why he wasnt around for 2 days?"

"Yes, we had to ask him all sorts of questions, like who was he, where did he live before, how did he get here, Where he will be living now, etc. But we finished up all the paperwork this morning and gave him his own ddd so he should be free to go."

"Thank you so much Barbattos. Im sorry you guys had to go through so much trouble."

"It was no trouble at all but im sure you two have plenty to catch up on so ill excuse myself for now." He said giving a slight bow and leaving the room.

As soon as she left she found herself drifting back over towards damien.

"So I see you got yourself a nice new pair of clothes."

He didnt say anything just kept her back to her.

"Damien?"

No response.

She began to worry. Was he mad at her?

She put her hand on his shoulder and he turned further away almost violently.

She was confused but then she heard the tiniest of sniffles. Oh no. She leaned over him to see he was crying.

"Damien! Whats wrong!" She started to panic. He looked fine before but now he was crying and she wasmt sure why.

"Dont Look at me! I cant get them to go away when im like this."

"What are you talking about? Are you talking about your horns-"

"I cant pretend to be human. To be like you when im like this."

"Hey, hey, hey you dont have to pretend to be anything!" She said running around so he could she her.

She looked up and saw him open his tear stained eyes.

"But you said. Your were so upset when you found out what I was. And I was so worried and tired after searching that I didnt have the energy to hide it."

"Hey Listen here." She said as she gently grabbed his face and wiped away some of the tears that had just fallen from his eyes. "I dont care if your a demon. You could be a demon, a human, and angel it doesnt matter to me."

"But you said-"

"Im not done. You could be any of those and it wouldnt change my opinion of you. I was upset and shocked because you never told me and it felt like you didnt trust me or care enough about me to let you in on a big factor of your life."

"It has nothing to do with that! Of course I trust and care about you. I was afraid you hate me that you'd call me a monster and never want to see me again."

"I could never serriously hate you! I love you to much to ever hate you!"

Kera visibly stiffened. What had she just said!?

"You love me?" He said as his last few tears fell.

"No......."

"You love me." He started to smile. "You actually love me."

"Shut up I dont."

"You said it you cant take it back now."

"I said I loved you not that I was in love with you."

"You love me."

"How many times are you going to say that." She started to pout she was embarrassed enough as it was. She didnt mean to say it in the first place it just sort of slipped out. She was glad he stopped crying and was happy now but now she just kind of wanted to hide.

It was her turn to hide her face as he tried to peek around at her blush. He tried seeing her face but every time shed turn some so he was only able to catch glimpses. Well if she was going to be like that.

Without a second thought he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. He was just really happy now. He was basically over the moon. He could feel the wicked grin start to spread across his face and was glad that Kera was over his shoulder because she probably would've smacked him for it.

"What do you think your doing!"

"Gee I wonder."

"Put me down!"

"I don't think I will not for a while anyway."

"Do you even know where your going!?"

"Nope."

@butter-beel @anjchan8

#obey me #obey me kera #obey me damien #obey me my oc's #kera #damien #barbatoss #diavolo #lucifer #luci #written piece #commision #will edit later for typos/what i did before tumblr eat my first edit #long post

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worldserasingandcreatinginmymind · 5 years ago

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Trust | Doctor Who

Pairing: Doctor x Reader (readers choice as to which regeneration this is, I personally had a mix of ten and eleven in mind when writing)

Word Count: 4383

Warning: gets super angsty at points, very tiny mention of blood, possible death? and some very cheesy fluff

A/N: okay so this has been sitting in my drafts for months and I’ve been reluctant to post it but then I thought what the hell I’m just gonna do it. I thought about splitting it into parts but decided to just stick it up as a oneshot. And as always spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

- - - - -

“Finally, you’re here! I’ve been waiting for hours, you really need a more comfortable sofa you know..” The Doctor says lounging on your sofa, staring you excitedly waiting for an answer.

“What did I tell you about letting yourself into my apartment?” You say, dropping your bag to the floor.

“I know” he continues, ignoring your question “I could have just jumped in the TARDIS, travelled to the moment just before you got home and spared myself the agony but I didn’t know exactly how long you would be out and quite frankly that feels like more effort than I feel like taking part in today. But anyway enough about me..” he takes a deep breath ”how did it go?”

“How did what go?” You respond blankly

“Your date”

You take a sharp intake of breath, trying to keep your expression blank to hide any emotion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Oh come on y/n, this is me you’re talking to. You know you can’t keep secrets from me”

“I’m not keeping any... what makes you think I’ve been on a date?”

“It’s obvious. Your hairs down, you never wear your hair down unless its a special event or you’re trying to impress someone. Your clothes are far too fancy for work, too risqué for a family occasion. And your face, there’s a glow to your face like you’ve been blushing. Soooo, how was it? I want to hear everything” he leans forward, resting his chin in his hands staring up at you with hope.

He reminded you of an overexcited puppy. Ever since your last boyfriend had dumped you via text while you were off on a TARDIS adventure, the Doctor had been trying to set you up with every potential candidate he found. You, on the other hand, had just wanted to forget about boys all together and focus on having fun with the Doctor. That was until you met Jack.

“look, I just... we don’t have time for this right now. Isn’t there some planet that needs saving or something?”

“Ah, they can save themselves” batting his hand away like he was trying to hit a fly ”this is more important. You had a date!”

“Just leave it, please”

“No I will not, until you tell me everything”

“There’s nothing to tell”

“Sure there is, why wont you talk to me?”

“BECAUSE HE STOOD ME UP, OKAY?” You suddenly explode and the Doctor just watches you silently. “He didn’t come. I waited in that cafe for two and a half hours and he didn’t come. No phone call, not even a text. Two and a half hours I sat on my own, watching the door, trying to ignore the pitiful looks from everyone else. ‘Oh look at that poor sad girl, cant even get a date.. pathetic...’” you start to break down before you can finish your sentence. The Doctor jumps up and pulls you into a tight hug. “What is wrong with me? What did I do wrong?” You cry.

“Hey no, shhhhh, nothing is wrong with you” the Doctor reassures, stroking your hair “you are perfect”

“Why didn’t he show? Am I that dull to talk to? Did he spot me in window, take one look and run the other way? Or maybe he had no intention of ever coming, he just set me up as a joke. And i fell for it like the fool that i am?”

“NO” the Doctor says firmly, taking your face in his hands and staring into your eyes “look at me. You are NOT a fool. Okay? You are one of the smartest, bravest, funniest, kindest, most interesting people I’ve ever had the pleasure of travelling with. Honestly. You amaze me every single day. Don’t you ever speak about yourself like that”

He kissed you on the forehead and you show him a weak smile.

“I just don’t understand why he wouldn’t come. When we spoke on the ohine this morning he kept saying he was so excited to meet.”

“Ah” The doctor suddenly remembers, taking a step back and looking to the ground like something was bothering him.

“What is it?”

“I think that maybe this might have slightly been my fault..”

You don’t say anything, you just look at him with confusion.

“I may have accidentally on purpose bumped into Jack on his way to meeting you and accidentally scared him off... accidentally...”

Your mouth drops open as the realisation of what the Doctor has done sinks in. Your face switches through confusion, to disbelief, to anger.

“You did WHAT?!”

“I just wanted to check him out, ask him about his intentions. You know how I feel about people called Jack! Look I just needed to make sure he wasn’t, you know, some sort of insane axe murderer type”

“YOU’RE the one who’s insane!” You shout back, now pacing around the room, hands up in your hair “I cant even look at you right now... you know not all men are like Captain Jack Hark- wait..” suddenly you stop pacing, turning to look at him “how do you know his name? Come to think of it, how did you even know I was going to meet anyone?”

“You, you left your phone on the TARDIS console the other day while you ‘popped to the loo’” he says, making air quotes with his fingers as he quoted you, trying to make a joke lighter but actually just pissing you off even more. “It kept doing the buzzy buzzy thing so i picked it up to shush it and saw all these messages from Jack talking about looking forward to meeting you and I thought-“

“What? You thought anyone who would want to go on a date with me must be insane?!”

“No, no no no of course not no I-“

“Then why? Doctor, why would you do this to me?”

“Because I love you” he blurts out. You fall silent, eyes fixed on his face. “I love you y/n, and I couldn’t stand the thought of you being hurt again” he pauses “and I think that maybe, deep down, I was terrified of the thought that you could fall in love with someone who isn’t me”

You just stand there, silently staring at his face. You’d never seen him this vulnerable, this honest about his feelings.

“No..” you say and he looks at you confused “no, NO. You can’t do this to me. You can’t spend the last few months trying to set me up with other people, make me think that you don’t think of me at all in that way and then turn around and tell me you LOVE me?! What the HELL Doctor? You can’t just play with people emotions like that!”

“I never intended to hurt you, y/n, that’s the last thing I wanted and I hate myself for hurting you. But bad things seem to happy to the people I love, and I think I thought that if you were with someone else then, you’d be safe? I, I don’t know. Just, please y/n I need you to know that I am so sorry.”

You just look at him. It’s hard to see the man who is usually so cool and calm actually starting to panic.

“Please say something.” He pleads but you continue to look at him silently, your thoughts racing a million miles an hour in your head.

“Y/N?” He says again, stepping forward and reaching out to you but you take a step back and look down at your feet.

“I trusted you...” you voice comes out quiet and full of hurt “...with everything. I put my life in your hands.” You pause, look up at the doctor and take a deep breath “I don’t think I can do that anymore”

“You can-“ he steps towards you again but you turn away and close your eyes.

“I need to be on my own”

The Doctor takes a step back and nods silently.

“well, you know how to find me when you're ready” he sighs sadly.

He turns and walks to your bedroom where the TARDIS is parked. As he reaches for the door he stops to take one last look at you, willing you to turn around and run into his arms. But you don’t. He leaves.

You hear the sound of the TARDIS leaving and you drop to the floor, finally letting out all the emotion you had been trying to keep in.

The Doctor watches you from the screen in his TARDIS as tears fall from his eyes.

- - - 6 months later - - -

“RUN!” The Doctor shouts as he turns and starts sprinting. You immediately follow as you hear guns firing behind you and the Daleks shouting “EXTERMINATE!”

Together you run down winding corridor until finally the TARDIS is in sight. The Doctor gets there before you, opening the TARDIS door and holding his hand out to you

“almost there y/n, keep running” he encourages but suddenly a Dalek appears infront of you. Before you can do anything a laser shoots from the end of the Daleks gun and hits you.

- - - - -

Your eyes shoot open as you sit upright in bed breathing heavily. Just another nightmare.

You leave your house and head towards the bus stop as you do every morning to get to work since you went back to your mundane TARDIS free life. It’s been six months since the Doctor told you he loved you and you hadn’t seen or even spoken to him since. But you couldn’t help but think about him every day. Part of you wanted to pick up the phone and call him to come back, but the other part of you was still hurting and confused.

After the Doctor had left Jack had messaged you apologising for not showing up to your date and told you about the man who had scared him. You made up a story about him being an overprotective family member of yours and that he wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore. You and Jack dated for a couple of months but when you discovered he was still seeing other girls you called it off. Maybe the Doctor was right to scare him away.

You reach the bus stop just as your bus is puling away. You tried running to catch up with it but you were too late. You slump down on the bench to wait for the next one and again your thoughts drift to the Doctor. Wondering where he is now, what planet he’s saving or what new aliens he’s meeting. You wonder if he’s found anyone else to travel with and your heart sinks at the thought. You take out your phone and scroll down the contact list till you reach ‘Doc’. Your finger hovers over the call button. What if he has moved on? What if he doesn’t care about you at all anymore? He told you he loved you and you turned him away.

You pushed your anxiety aside and hit the call button but just as it stared to ring you heard screams coming from the park over the road. You hung up the phone and crossed the road toward the park. People were running towards you, presumably away from whatever was cause the screams but you ran towards it. Your time with the Doctor had definitely made you brave.

You continued to run through the park until you heard a noise that stopped you dead in your tracks. A noise you hadn’t heard since your days of travelling. A noise you hoped you would never hear again.

“EXTERMINATE!”

You felt your body freeze in panic. This is just another dream right? You pinch yourself but you don't wake up. Okay so this is real. But how could the Daleks be here on earth? The Doctor banished them last time-

“EXTERMINATE!”

The sound pulled your attention back to earth and you looked up just in time to see a Dalek shooting straight at you. You dived out the way and ran as fast as your legs could carry you towards a woodland area over one side of the park. You ran through the woods, mind racing as fast as your feet until you tripped on a root sticking out the ground and skidded across the floor cutting your knees pretty bad. You get up, hobble over to lean against a tree and pull out your phone. You need the Doctor.

But before you can press call you hear another familiar voice behind you that sent chills down your spine. Another one of the Doctor’s rivals you had unfortunately met on your travels, probably the most dangerous of them all.

“Hello y/n” he says and you turn around slowly to see the Master standing behind you grinning maniacally.

“Long time no see” he chuckles but then his face turns dead serious “give me the phone”

You stare at time, full of panic.

“GIVE ME THE PHONE!” He shouts which makes you jump. You immediately hand your phone over and he grabs your wrist tightly, pulling you in so your face is close enough to whisper “see, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Before smiling again and letting you go. You take a step back, holding your wrist in your hand. The Master starts walking slowly around you, making you feel like a dying animal being watched by a vulture.

“Where is the Doctor? Why are you alone, I thought you were his new pet?”

You look down at the ground.

“Not anymore” you reply but your voice is barely audible

“Speak up little pet!” He says in your ear from behind you before continuing the circle around you

“Not anymore” you say slightly louder and the Master stops in front of you again.

“Oh? What happened? Lover’s tiff?”

“It’s complicated” you shake your head dismissively.

“Complicated huh? Well let’s see what if we can clear things up shall we?” He takes your phone from his pocket and puts it on speaker you can hear the ringing tone and then the voice you’d missed so much...

“Y/N?” He sounds worried

“Guess again lover boy” the Master laughs changing the call to a video call so the Doctor can see him grinning.

“What have you done?! If you’ve hurt her-“

“She’s safe” he interrupts, walking over and putting his arm around you to pull you into the Doctor’s view “for now.. You see, I’ve invited some old friends of yours to this planet you seem to care so much about and well, they’re making quite a mess.”

“Master!” The Doctor tries to speak.

“DON’T INTERRUPT ME!” He shouts and you flinch. “As I was saying. The Daleks are having a field day with your humans, they are extra trigger happy today I tell you.” He laughs as he let’s go of you and reaches into his pocket “but so I am”

He pulls a gun and his face changes again to be completely serious.

“So it seems Doctor you have a choice to make. You can stop the Daleks...” he puts the gun to your head and moves the camera so the Doctor can see the fear in your eyes “or you can stop me.”

“Master please, please don’t do this-“ he begins pleading.

“Oh I love to hear you beg! So what will it be? The girl or the earth, its your choice Doctor” the Master hangs up the phone, dropping it to the floor and stamping on it.

You close your eyes and try to steady your breath but you’re shaking so much that you can’t focus on anything else. You feel the gun move away from your head and you open your eyes cautiously. The Master sits on the floor, back leaning against a tree. He gestures for you to come sit by him, but you don’t move.

“Oh come on, I’m not gonna shoot you yet. Relax”

You slowly move to sit near him, but not too close, and cross your legs. You stare at the ground, twiddling your thumbs nervously as you work up the courage to speak.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask, tears in your eyes.

“Because I’m BORED-UH!” He replies, emphasising the ‘D’ at the end like an impatient child.

“Because you’re bored?” You ask in disbelief, feeling rage build up inside you “you’re killing people, innocent good people who don’t deserve any of this because you’re bored? You’re insane!” You shake your head.

“Thank you” he smiles and does a little bow from where he’s sat and you roll your eyes.

“so tell me, what happened with you and the Doc huh? Why’d he leave you behind?” The Master asks and you pull your knees up in your chest, hugging your arms around your legs.

“its complicated” you say, really not wanting to get into this conversation with him.

“so you keep saying, tell me anyway”

“why do you care?” You look at him getting fed up.

“I don't really, just being nosey” he says dismissively putting his arms behind his head and leaning back against the tree.

Thinking the conversation is over you decide to also lean your head back against the tree so you can look up and the leaves and sky above you.

“did he run over your cat?”

You look at him in confusion.

“what? No he-“

“did he kiss your mom?

“no-“

“did he break your phone?”

“you just did!” You point to your broken phone lying on the floor a few feet in front of you.

“ah yeah, oops” he shrugs “did he-“

“he told me he loved me!” you interrupt, fed up of all the questions. The Master looks disappointed, and then confused.

“I don't get it. Why’s that a bad thing? what, you don't love him back?”

“no I do.. I did.. I, its compli-“

“if you say it's complicated one more time I'm just gonna shoot you now” he glares at you and you bite your lip. For a moment you had forgotten you were talking to one of the most dangerously unpredictable beings in the universe. “if he loves you, and you love him then what’s complicated?”

“yeah well, you're not capable of love so you just, you wouldn’t understand” you sigh

The Master brings his hand to his chest and fakes hurt at your comment

“no need to be so mean, I'm sure lover boy will be here soon”

You shake your head “he might not. I was horrible to him. He told me he loved me and I told him to leave me alone. And that was 6 months ago. He owes me nothing”

“thats not true y/n” you hear and turn to see the Doctor standing there. Your heart feels like it skips a beat as you let out a small sigh of relief. You go to stand up but the Master beats you to it, suddenly holding the gun and pointing it at you again

“you stay! Down!” you kneel down, wincing at the pain from where you cut them earlier “thats a good little pet” he lowers the gun but still has that crazed look in his eyes which fills you with fear.

“are you okay?” The Doctor asks and you give him a small nod.

“well isn’t this sweet, the lovers reunited once more” he put his hands to his heart “I could almost cry.. shame I'm not capable of love eh y/n?” He drops the act glaring at you and you gulp.

“leave her out of this Master, this is between you and me. And call off the Daleks too, this planet doesn’t deserve this”

“this planet, Doctor, deserve everything thats coming to it” he’s getting angrier by the second “now I gave you a choice. The earth, or the girl?”

The Master points the gun back in your direction and you feel the panic rising, your heart pounding. You look to the Doctor and he gives you a reassuring glance.

“you chose wrong” the Master pulls the trigger and time seems to slow down.

Through the ringing in your ears you just about hear the Doctor shout NO and you feel pain right in the middle of your chest. You clutch your hands to your chest and look down to see them covered in deep red. As you fall onto your side you look back up at the Doctor who goes to run at the Master but is stopped when points the gun at him. The Master says something you don't hear then turns and calmly walks away. The Doctor stands for a second watching him, thinking about following but looks down at you and runs over to put pressure on your wound.

“no… you have to… go after him” you say breathlessly

The Doctor shakes his head “i’m not leaving you-”

“you have to.. the Daleks-“

“we’ll stop them together y/n, look at me” he puts one hand on your face, thumb rubbing on your cheek trying to keep you awake “stay with me”

“i’m sorry” you cry

“you have nothing to apologise for” you can see tears forming in the Doctors eyes and you know this is the end

“I love you” and one last breath leaves your body as everything goes dark.

The Doctor remains crouched on the floor cradling your body as finally the tears stream down his face. He takes a deep breath and his face changes from sorrow to determination.

- - - - -

Your eyes shoot open as you sit up straight taking frantic breaths. The Doctor runs over, crouching down next to you. He takes your hand in one of his and uses the other to hold the back of you neck, trying to focus your attention on him.

“y/n, its okay. y/n, you’re safe. Look at me, you’re safe. Just breathe with me okay. in, out, in, out..”

You take deep breaths with him and slowly feel yourself start to calm down a bit. Thats when you realise you’re on the floor of the TARDIS control room. The Doctor presses his forehead against your own and you close your eyes still taking deep breathes. Once the Doctor is satisfied that you’re calm enough he moves his head away, takes off his jacket and puts it around your shoulders. You pull in tightly around you, finding it comforting.

“how are you feeling?” The Doctor asks cautiously, watching you closely.

You think for a moment before responding. The Doctor moves over to look at one of the screens on the central console.

“confused. Ive been having really weird dreams lately, I don't know what’s real anymore.” You look up at the Doctor hoping for answers.

“What do you dream about?” He asks, still studying the screen.

“You” you respond shyly, embarrassed of your answer. The Doctor looks surprised as he looks at you “travelling with you” you clarify.

“And what happens in the dreams?”

“Well, we’re running. Always running” you laugh and he smiles “usually away from something terrifying. Then every time we’re almost safe, whatever it is that’s chasing us finally catches me. And then I wake up in my own bed-” you stop suddenly, realising something. The Doctor watches you.

“Doctor, how did I get back here? Back in the TARDIS? I don’t remember...” you trail off. The Doctor crouches back down in front of you.

“y/n tell me about your last dream” you sit, staring at the floor shaking your head. Why can’t you remember coming back to the TARDIS

“Y/N look at me” he places a hand on your shoulder “tell me what you just dreamed”

“Um, I was, I was in the park and the Daleks were there. Shooting at people, killing.. and uh, I ran just like I always do. And then the Master was there, and he caught me. And he, uh...” you place your hand on your chest “he shot me”

You look up at the Doctor who just looks back at you, studying your every move and facial expression. “And then I woke up. You must think I’m mad”

The Doctor moves his hand to hold the hand which is still covering your chest. You look down at his hand and watch as he gently squeezes it affectionally.

“You’re not mad y/n. All of that... it really happened.” You look up at him. “The Master shot you” he pauses, finding the next part hard to say “and you died. I was there, I held you.” He takes a deep breath “I brought you back.”

“How?”

“I did something I’m really not allowed to do.” You look at him confused “I transferred some regeneration energy into you. I wasn’t even sure it would work but it did. You started breathing again, but you've been unconscious for 3 days.”

“3 days?!”

“That’s why your memories a bit... fuzzy. But I can fix that, if you want me to. And I can stop those nightmare too.”

“Thank you!” You throw your arms around the Doctor and squeeze him tight. He smiles, he’d missed this.

“Oh..” he pulls away but keeps hold of your arms “sorry, about you know, leaving you on the floor. I needed you close to the console so I could monitor your heart rate.”

“Look, you brought me back to life. You could have left me asleep in a bin and I still couldn’t be angry with you” You laugh and he looks relieved. “Wait, what about the Daleks?”

“Oh they’re gone, don’t worry about them. Now, how about I sort out those memories for you?” He asks and you nod. He goes to put his fingers on your temples, but you move your head back slightly stopping him.

“BUT, there’s something I really need to do first?” You say, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. You pull away and smile shyly.

“I should have done that 6 months ago” you say, he smiles. “Right, now I’m ready”

He puts his hand up to your face.

“Remember, you can close any doors to me if there’s things to don’t want me to see” he says.

You look him in the eyes.

“I trust you”

#doctor who #doctor who oneshot #doctor who fanfic #matt smith #David tennant #ten #eleven #tenth doctor x reader #eleven x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #ten x reader #doctor x reader #angst #master x reader #the master #nicolasfam

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scornedlove · 5 years ago

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Chapter Twenty-Six

ROBYN

”What now” I groaned, putting out the blunt I was smoking to answer the door. I just poured my second glass of Moscato, and was about to get comfortable on the couch, but apparently I wasn't gonna get any peace today. After all this drama, I just wanted a moment and a blunt to myself. Before opening the door, I looked out the peep hole and was the least bit surprised when I realized who it was.

“What is it Dre?” I asked, cracking the door enough to see his face.

“If that mother fucker comes back, you need to get a restraining order on him!” he commanded, inviting himself in. I figured he'd be upset, but not enough to come back.

“I appreciate you looking out for me, but don’t do that again. Why are you here?”

“To make sure you’re okay. He ain’t putting his hands on you is he?”

“No, he ain’t crazy. It really wasn't that serious, I'm fine.” I rolled my eyes before sparking the blunt back up. I took a long drag and blew a cloud in his direction, knowing how much he hated when I smoked. Maybe he'd take the hint and dismiss himself.

“Fuck that. It is that serious. You don’t see what he’s doing to your mental health, but I do. You stay high or drunk, trying to mask whatever hurt you won’t let go. Which obviously isn’t working. If you keep fucking with him you’re going to continue to go downhill. I promise you, if I see him over here again, I’m kicking his ass.”

"Woah, chill out Dr. Graham. You don’t even know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I’m not stupid Ana, I know he’s the reason you lost your shit last night.”

“It’s not what you think”

“Oh, it’s not what I think? Well enlighten me.”

“Aundre, I'm over it, so drop it. I don't want to talk about it” I stated, turning away from him. I left him by the door and went to the kitchen to refill my wineglass, but when I turned around, he was right on my tail.

"Alright, you don’t wanna talk about that so let's talk about how horny yo ass was last night." He retorted blocking me by the kitchen counter.

"I thought you said we didn't fuck"

"We didn't, but that ain't stop you from getting yours"

"Sorry...Its been a while" I shrugged, after realizing what he meant.

"It didn't have to be"

"Aundre-”

“Tell me you would be mad if I laid you on this counter and stroked you from the back until I found our favorite sweet spot. You obviously miss it as much as I do.” he stated, closing the distance between us.

“I....I don’t want to ruin our friendship” I stammered, taking another long drag before putting my blunt back out. I turned around and attempted to maneuver around him, but he wasn’t letting me out that easily.

"We've already crossed lines that can't be undone. Just let me take care of you. I can show you how a man is supposed to love a woman.” he pleaded as he slid his right hand across my breast and began to pinch my nipple through the thin shirt I was wearing. That’s all it took for me to give in and stop resisting. His left hand began to creep up my thigh while his breathing tickled my spine, driving me crazy. It felt so good to be touched. He was almost inside my panties when someone else knocked on my door, scaring the shit out of me.

“Stop” I paused, hoping whoever it was would leave. Only they knocked again, even harder this time.

“It’s me, open up” Mel called out between knocks. I pulled away from Dre, pushed him towards the back of the house, and smoothed out my clothes before opening the door for her.

“Why you knocking like the damn police?”

“Bitch, I been blowing yo shit up since last night. I got off the plane half an hour ago and rushed over here because I was worried about you, and you lookin fresh out the salon!”

“Calm down. I broke my phone last night” I explained, breaking from her tight embrace.

“Well I called your house too”

“I just got her-”

“What’s up Mel” Dre interrupted, coming from the bathroom. “Or shall I sall Mrs. Coleman”

“Oh hey Dre. What ya’ll got up?” she asked, looking from him to me, then giving me the side eye.

“Nothing, just-”

“He was just leaving” I exclaimed, cutting Dre off before he said something to get her started.

“Yeah, I was just leaving. Call me if you need me to come back” he added, leaning in to kiss me. I turned, giving him my cheek and rushed him out the door, hoping Mel didn't notice.

“Uh, what was that?” she asked, the moment I’d closed the door.

“What?”

“Don’t bring him into this back and forth shit you got going on with Chris. You know what, we’ll get to that later, what I really want to know is what happened between you and Rayven?”

“I don’t know, I was drunk as fuck last night. Wait, how do you know about Rayven?”

“Out of all people, she called me crying and said you flipped out on her last night. She was in her room watching TV and you picked a fight with her about Chris. Next thing she knew, you were choking her.“

”She gotta be exaggerating. I don’t remember any of that shit. “

”Nah. You fucked her up, look at these pictures she sent me" she stated pulling out her phone.

“Damn” I grimaced when I saw the black eye, busted lip, and bruises on her face and neck. I refused to believe I did all that. Was I harboring that much hate for her? “There’s no way I would beat her ass unprovoked. She must’ve done or said something to get that type of reaction from me.”

“Honestly, I don’t care or even feel bad for her. I’m glad you finally gave her that ass whooping she needed” she admitted with a chuckle. “Just be grateful she didn’t call the police on you.”

“I’m grateful she’s gone. I’m tired of babysitting, hopefully she went home”

“So you gonna tell me what’s going on?” she asked, before setting her purse on the counter and lighting up the blunt that was in the ashtray. We smoked while I filled her in on the drama from the past twenty-four hours, none of it was surprising to her.

“How many times will it take him stepping on your heart for you to realize he ain’t shit?” she quizzed, referring to Chris. “Not only that, but you’re gonna fuck around and get Dre’s ass beat by Chris. I love Dre and all, but Chris is kinda psycho. I’ve seen him mad before.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen both of em pissed, and that’s not a fight I want to witness. Anyway, it wont get that far, because I’m over this shit. I’m done with the back and forth and Chris can burn in hell for how he treated me.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all-”

“I’m serious Mel. He’s gonna pay for it too, imma make sure of that.”

“What you mean”

“I have Shontae’s contact info. I’m telling her everything”

“What’s everything?”

“Everything he’s done to me, she deserves to know, and I know Chris ain’t told her shit”

“Well, what you going to do if she already knows? He’s supposed to be this changed man, so he probably already told her”

“Yeah right, Chris ain’t told her shit.”

“You don’t know that. I know you’re hurt sis, but I think this is a bad idea. You should let it go and let him go. Having that much hostility towards him just means your not over him, that’s why I mean it when I say don’t bring Dre back into your drama. He was heartbroken when you dropped him a while back, he finally stopped asking me about you like a month ago.”

“Well excuse me, I didn’t know you and Dre were tight like that”

“No, Dre and J are tight like that. I’m surprised he’s sticking up for you after you used him like a boy toy then tossed him to the side. Those were his words, by the way.”

“He said that?” I frowned with irritation. “See that’s why I can’t stand men. They’re never satisfied and always in their feelings.”

“Not all men, but you should definitely leave those two alone. Stop running in circles and meet someone new.”

“I’m not worried about no man. After dealing with all this shit, I’d rather be single.”

“I’m telling you, all you need is a good cuddy buddy or two. Have fun and stop taking shit so serious. You will be so much happier.” she advised, checking her watch for the umpteenth time. “I caught an earlier flight when I couldn't get in touch with you last night, so J doesn't know I'm back yet. If I’m going to surprise him, I have to beat him home from work.”

“Ok, thanks for coming to check on me” I added, walking her to the door.

“Of course, and I mean it when I say don’t bother that girl. That’s asking for bad news.”

“I’ll think about it, but I’m not making any promises I can’t keep” I shrugged.

“Well think hard, because I don’t want to hear shit else that’s Chris related” she ordered, before hugging me goodbye.

I watched her get in the car and drive off, while her advice echoed in my mind. Maybe she had a point with this cuddy buddy thing. Dre left my hormones in shambles, and the fact that I'm already in a dry spell only intensified it. I needed someone to release all this excitement on.

Just when I was about to go inside, a moving truck pulled up in front of my neighbor’s yard. Four men jumped out and began unloading boxes and furniture, so I decided to stay on the porch and be nosy for awhile.

My block was pretty quiet and full of older people, so I was glad to be getting new neighbors. The last guy was an old perve and my other next door neighbor is an old cat lady. Hopefully the new neighbor would be a closer to my age.

I watched the movers work hard and fast, but the boxes were never ending. They were all drenched in sweat in no time, but the one doing most of the work seemed to be really enjoying himself. He must’ve had headphones in, because he would randomly belt out in song while busting a dance move.

I was laughing hard as hell at his lack of rhythm when he finally realized I was watching. He smiled showing his pearly whites and nodded at me, so I returned a friendly wave.

He began walking in my direction, and I could make out his face a little better. He was cute enough for a hit and quit to help me get over this dry spell. Plus, he was my neighbor's mover, it's not like I'd ever see him again.

The closer he became, the more I set my mind a quick fuck. He didn't even know what he was walking into, and by the way he licked his lips, I knew he didn't stand a chance against my hidden agenda.

CHRIS

“Okay, okay. I’m up.” I muttered at Diamond as she bit at my toes, trying to wake me. Last night was the Day of the Dead event for the gallery and I didn’t get in until early this morning. I was so tired, I crashed on the first couch I stumbled across.

I was rubbing the sleep from my eyes when Diamond started barking, so I got up to let her impatient ass out. When I opened the door, Ryan was standing there about to knock, but was practically ran over by Diamond instead.

“My bad, she’s really got to go. What are you doing here?” I asked, letting her in. We hadn’t kicked it since she started hanging with Anthony. She had to know he wasn’t staying here anymore.

“It’s about Anthony”

“Oh, he came to get the rest of his shit a couple of weeks ago. I don’t know where he’s staying now”

“He’s at my place. I told him he could stay for a few days, but it didn’t even take him that long to hop in Kiki’s bed. Now she’s dickmatized and I can’t get him to leave.”

“Wow, he’s fuckin your roommate?” I asked surprised. He was just talking about how much he missed Ryan, so I didn't see that one coming.

“Yeah, I should’ve known he would do this. I feel so stupid for falling for his cunning ass. I thought he would at least have an ounce of respect for me, but I was fooling myself.”

“Talk to your girl, she’s probably your best bet at getting him to leave”

“I tried that already. She’s the one who convinced him to stay. I hate her for fucking with him, but I hate myself even more. I guess that's my karma, I shouldn’t have done the same thing to you. I’m sorry.” she mumbled, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry about it"

“It’s just… Don’t you miss our talks?“ she asked, sliding her hand down my arm and resting it on mine. I quickly pulled away, putting some distance between us so there would be no confusion. I wasn’t even remotely interested in her.

“I’m not tripping on that. It’s not like we wer-”

“I know, but still. It was wrong and now I’m paying for it. You would’ve never slept with a friend of mine. I should’ve just stuck with you” she blurted. Her eyes widened as she searched for my reaction to her confession, but truth is, it didn’t faze me.

“I can’t even pretend to be interested in someone who’s been with one of my boys. Like I said before, I’m not tripping. How do you expect me to get Anthony to leave your place?” I asked, cutting to the chase.

“I don’t know, threaten to kick his ass. He listens to you."

"I hate to break it to you like this, but I have a girl now, I can’t get involved in y'all’s shit.”

“Oh” she frowned as I opened the door and whistled for Diamond. Usually she’d come running in within seconds, but this time she didn’t. I went out and called her several times and still nothing.

“Want me to drive around the block and see if I can find her?” Ryan offered, before she took off and I gladly accepted.

“Yeah, thanks. I’ll stay here and keep calling her. She’s never done this before, hopefully she’ll come back” I explained, before continuing my search down the sidewalk.

Ryan drove through the neighborhood, while I walked up and down my block for an hour, but Diamond was nowhere to be found.

“I should’ve kept my eyes on her” I muttered after explaining to Tae that Diamond was gone.

“Don’t beat yourself up, maybe she just wanted to do some exploring. Put her bowl outside, she might come home eventually.” She suggested.

As soon as we hung up, I took her advice, but after a couple of weeks a raccoon found the food instead. I didn’t realize how attached I’d gotten to Diamond, but since she disappeared I noticed how lonely and depressing my life was.

I’d rush home after work, in case she was waiting for me. It was pitiful, but it’s not like I had anywhere else to be. Trey was in full blown honeymoon phase, so it’s not like I could blame him for wanting to be up under his wife 24/7. I made the crazy move of being committed to a long-distance relationship, so it’s not like date night was in the question.

Shante worked so much, that we only talked late at night. On top of that, she was always tired, so our talks seemed to get shorter with each phone call. I couldn’t help but to question whether this long-distance shit was worth losing another chance with Robyn. All I had to do was break it off with Tae and Robyn and I could’ve picked up where we left off. Only this time, I’d do everything right.

I’d been lying on the sofa for at least a half hour, lost in thought about the what ifs, when my phone interrupted my thoughts. Guilt rushed over me when Tae’s name popped up on the screen.

“Hey babe” I answered after sitting up and clearing my throat.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Why?” I asked, wondering how she knew something was off.

“You’ve been in your feelings since Diamond’s been gone. I know you miss her, I just wish I could make it better”

“You can. Come see me. You know I’m lonely as fuck.”

“Aww baby. You know I would if I could, but this is the busiest time of year for me.”

“Yeah, I know. You got time to Facetime?” I quizzed, willing to settle for a video chat.

"Not really. I’m on break, but I only have one more client tonight. Imma go home, shower, and I’ll Facetime you when I’m done” she promised before we hung up. The moment I hung up with Tae, Taylor called.

“What you got up tonight?” He asked as he smacked in my ear.

“Not shit. What the hell you eating like that?”

“Bbq and buffalo wings. I was high as hell so I had my chef make a big ass pan of em. Come hang, I know you haven’t had a home cooked meal since Mama and ya girl been gone" he teased, cracking himself up.

"Alright. Send me the address” I replied after debating on it. Not only was he right about the home cooked meal, but I also hadn’t been out in a couple of months, so I got up, showered, then headed out to his place.

I thought I had a bachelor pad, but my place was nothing compared to his. He had a four-bedroom, five-bathroom house with the works sitting on a quarter acre above Sunset Blvd. I was impressed and a little jealous all at once, but when he told me it was one of the things he inherited when his mother passed, I felt bad. No amount of money could replace my mama.

We ate and had a couple of beers before I kicked his ass in pool a couple of times. It didn’t take long for him to get sick of losing, so we got on the PlayStation. After I kicked his ass in basketball, he was over that too.

“You wanna go for a ride?” He asked, leading me through his garage. He rummaged around a drawer, then tossed me what he’d been looking for.

“You sure?” I asked, realizing it was the key to his Harley Davidson.

“You know how to ride?”

“Yeah, it’s been a minute tho”

“It’s still the same” he reassured me before starting up his Yamaha. He took off out of his garage and I followed suit, right on his tail. It wasn’t my first time riding, but I was no pro either.

We rode around the streets of Beverly Hills for a couple of hours and I actually had a blast. He taught me how to do donuts and pop wheelies. I caught on quickly and even popped a wheelie while going 70 mph. It was exhilarating and I’d definitely found my new addiction.

“You should’ve seen me whipping” I boasted to Tae, still high from the rush the drive gave me. I’d just made it in when she called me back, this time on video. Actually seeing her face while we talked made all the uncertainty I’d had earlier disappear.

“You’re gonna have to get your own so you can take me for a ride next time I visit” she suggested, talking through a yawn. She was tired as usual and her hair was a mess, but she was still sexy. That made me miss her even more.

“Speaking of visiting, when are you coming to see me again?”

“You know that I can’t. Not any time soon, so stop asking”

“I’m just saying I miss you.”

“Sorry. I’m just, you know, tired. It’s making me cranky”

“I can have Tina do some rearranging on my schedule so I can visit you for a few days.”

“That’s cool, but with the holidays around the corner, I’ve been at work 24/7. I wouldn’t even be able to spend time with you.”

“Not even on Thanksgiving? I know you’re off for Thanksgiving. I’d be cool with coming out there for one night.”

“I work Thanksgiving too. A couple of my clients are high profile models. They have a shoot that weekend and Thanksgiving is the only day I could squeeze them in. It’s a fantasy color, which means it’s going to take at least half a day.”

“Wow. You just ain’t fucking with me anymore huh?”

“Don’t say that. You know that’s not true. I love you, I just... I can’t lose my best clients and I’d hate for you to come out here and not get to spend much time with me.”

“You know...you can tell me if you change your mind about this long distance thing.”

“I haven’t and I won’t. Why would you even say that?”

“It’s obvious you’re losing interest.”

“I miss you just as much as you miss me, if not more. Stop overthinking things. I’ve just been busy, I promise. When things slow down, I’ll be out there on the first thing smoking.” she reassured me, making me feel silly.

She was right. All of the alone time I’ve had lately had me overthinking and now I was acting like the needy boyfriend. If this is meant to be, then I won’t have to force it. I know what I have to do now, fall back and give her some space.

#robyn rihanna fenty #chris brown #ff #fanfiction #fanfic #RiRi

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k9cat · 7 years ago

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To Save a Sleeping Prince

Hello! Title was made by the really cool @storytellerofuntoldlegends so want to thank them for that

Alt title: "Is he Going to be Okay?"

Synopsis: Roman hasn't wakened up yet, after being found severely injured and the rest of the sides are at a loss for what to do. Logan, though, is not one to give in quickly.

Words: 3899 AO3 HERE

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Bruses, injury, fire, potions, worried famILY

Platonic/Romatic PolyamSanders/LAMP/CALM

~*~

“Is he going to be okay?” Logan asked, quietly approaching Patton, looking over to where Virgil has an injured Roman’s head in his lap, gently running his fingers through the prince’s hair on the sofa.

Patton stopped stirring the soup on the stove. “I don’t know Logan, I don’t know. He has a lot of bruises. Did you find anything out?”

“Not really, I asked around, no one knows what happened. But, I did find his sword.”

“His sword?” Patton asked confused. “Where is it?”

Logan took a deep breath and held out his hand, and Romans gold sword summoned, blade pointed down. Patton held back a gasp, hand clamping over his mouth.

“Don’t worry, I’m just… holding it. Its still Romans. It’s still his name, that’s why I asked how’s he doing. I’d like to return this a quick as possible.”

“Of course. Just be careful around Virgil, he’s…” Patton hesitated. “Ya know, worried.”

“I understand.” He made his way softly to the sofa, looking over Roman who honestly looked liked he’d been thrown about like a child’s toy with the number of bruises marking his skin. The only better thing was that the dirt and blood was washed away and he was changed into one of his pajama sets, a light tee-shirt and shorts that had the drama masks printed on them. It almost looked normal, almost.

“Hey Teach.” Virgil’s wobbly voice broke him out of his staring.

“Virgil.” He replied, there was a tense moment between them, both of them looking over their injured love. Virgil continued to comb his fingers through Romans hair, but it was a distracted motion. Probably more a stim, or grounding than anything else, but it was the only thing that looked sure on the anxious trait, who was more stress than anything else right now.

“Have you figured anything out yet?” Virgil broke the silence. Logan didn’t meet his eyes.

“No, I haven’t, no one knows what happened.” Virgil hummed in acknowledgement.

“I found his sword,” Virgil shot up straight from his curled position, hand finally pausing its motions and his eyes locked onto the sharp gold when Logan brought it into view, voice stalled in his throat, mouth hanging open.

“I’m just holding it. Its still Roman’s name. I came as soon as I could to return it.” Virgil nodded a rapid yes and looked back to Roman, and he couldn’t hide the despite look that was growing in his eyes.

Patton walked in with a tray of four bowls of chicken noodle soup and gingerly set it on the coffee table. Logan gave a last look to Patton who nodded also. He carefully laid the sword across Romans chest, hilt at his heart and the tip of the blade past his hip. It stayed for a moment, then shimmered, sparkled and dissolved into Roman, who did nothing more than release a deep breath, his frame relaxing more into the sofa and Virgil’s hold.

It wasn’t what they had hoped for, but it was better than nothing. Patton sat down on the floor and dragged a bowl to the edge of the coffee table where he was sitting. It took a moment for his hands to still enough so that he could take a spoonful of the liquid. Logan sat down a minute after, takin his own bowl. Virgil didn’t move.

“Virge, you should eat.” Patton said.

“Mm, not hungry.”

“I know you don’t feel it, but you should eat something.”

“Not till Princey can have some too.”

“I will force every spoonful in that bowl into your mouth till it's empty if you don’t come to eat something.” Morality used his stern voice, one that was full of aggressive love, but it still made Virgil tense up even more. He snuck a glance at the dad, and he faltered under the look he was giving.

“I don’t want to leave him alone.” He mumbled out.

“Everything will be fine.” Logic replied. “He is not alone, all three of us are right here. Please, eat some soup. If you are weakened from lack of self care, how will you be able to help Roman?” Logic knew Anxiety didn’t like his reasoning, his bit lip and crease between his brow portrayed that, but he was grateful that he accepted it. Virgil gently moved the prince’s head up enough so that he could move out from under it, pillow quickly replacing the vacant spot. Creativity didn’t stir.

The only sounds were of spoons scraping across the Corelle. The fourth one laid untouched, getting cold. The others stalled as Roman shifted, but he didn’t wake, a frown marring his once relaxed face. Virgil scooted back and started to run his fingers through his hair again. It was a moment before Roman relaxed again.

“He’s on the brink of a nightmare, and I’m not sure what is causing it.”

“I feel like we should take him to his room, let him rest there.” Patton spoke up, watching Virgil keep the nightmare at bay.

“His door still opens to a field, not to his bed room, I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to bring him back there right now.”

Roman fussed again, prompting Virgil to retake his place on the sofa. “He’s not calming down, Pat- Dad…” Virgil almost pleaded. The dad stood up and flicked his hands, a glittery gold cloak shifted to a soft fleecy light blue blanket that he draped over the injured one. Roman settled down once again.

“‘M sorry.” Virgil mumbled into the silence, just being heard.

“What are you being sorry for?” Patton asked gently, sitting down at Romans feet, tucking the blanket in and straightening out the creases.

“I ignored him. He called me and me being a jerk, ignored him, and he needed help. I’m supposed to protect you guys, and now Romans in this mess and we don’t know how to get him out.”

“You couldn’t have known Virge. For all things he could have wanted your opinion on which pair of boots to wear.”

“I know that, but, he never calls me, so the one time he does he’s in need and I just ignore him. I keep thinking about it and what if I did Listen? Roman wouldn’t be hurt and he’d be singing show tunes instead of fighting with nightmares, I don’t know if he’ll ever ask my opinion again on what to wear and I just-” Virgil’s voice cracked, he couldn’t finish his sentence, blinking back tears.

“Hey, hey,” Patton moved beside Virgil, giving him a side hug. “I know you think the worst has happened, but it hasn’t, and what’s done is done. What if you listened, and both of you were hurt. I and Logan would have hands even more full. We’ll figure this out, and in no time Roman will be telling the tale of how he cheated death, even though we all know that’s not what actually happened.” Virgil tried to give the best smile he could manage, nodding.

“You said nightmares, correct?” Logan inquired, looking like he was putting pieces of the puzzle together. Virgil nodded again. “And nightmares you can’t determine from where, so its not from Thomas then, correct?”

“Yah.”

“So, it has to be some sort of dream magic then.” Patton’s eyes grew large.

“So he’s under a spell or a curse, your saying?”

“That’s the idea Patton, and I think I know where to start asking questions.”

~*~

Logan approached the cave of the Dragon Witch. It was a dark one, but the stone was melted glassy and smooth, reflecting the flame light of torches imbedded in the walls lighting the path, it was honestly pretty, in its own eerie way. He didn’t walk far before the cave opened into a cavern, the great scaled witch curled up in the corner, sleeping. It was a marvel to look at, taking up a third of the cavern, and he wondered how she moved around. In his staring, he was not looking where he was stepping and accidently kicked a pebble. The light sound echoed, and the dragon’s eyes narrowed sharply onto him. Before he could think, there was a stream of fire barreling towards him and he was already crouching low, golden shield blocking the wall of flame, and it felt like he was in the sun, and he couldn’t breathe for the longest of times, and then it stopped. The ground was steaming around him, rock having turned molten and glowing bright yellow. It felt like a boiler room compared to the slight damp chill from before.

“You are not him.” Was ominously rumbled, ground shaking. Logan stumbled out of his crouch, his shields weight steadying him. “You have his face, but yet hold a shield. I was asleep, but yet you woke me without injury. Speak and explain imposter, before I have you for lunch.” The Dragon Witch crouched close, eyes bearing down and he could feel the heat roll off in waves. He swallowed down the lump that tried to block his breathing.

“I am Logan, Logic, one that holds knowledge. I come asking for information if you know of anything of what I am to ask if you please.”

The eyes narrowed for a moment more before a great purple cloud erupted around the great dragon and a woman just a few inches taller than Logan appeared, great horns and sharp teeth still portrayed the threat, shimmery skin and wing like cloak still betrayed dragon.

“Logic, the third of the whole. Since I yet have no quarrel against you, you may ask your question.”

“Creativity, the second, has fallen under a spell or curse, nightmares plague him and he wont wake. I ask you, if you would please lift what you have placed on him.”

“You think I placed nightmares on that pompous prince? Its fare not me, I haven’t seen him in weeks time, thank goodness. I deal with ailments of the body, not the mind. That is the sorcerers hand. If you seek to venture there next, I give you fair warning. They do not play a fair hand like I do, and don’t give your name, foolish Logan, names hold power. Now go before I change my mind, your scent is most enticing.”

Logic did not waste time retreating from the cave, the way the Witch said his name chilled him to his bone.

~*~

It did not take long to find the sorcerers domain. Old tired trees and tangled vines covered the land outside the stone tower, and not wanting to waste time, Logan did not let the adventure that could be play through. He was bad at it anyways. He soon made it to the top of the tower, wood door swinging open to reveal the sorcerer ladling a vile looking orange liquid into a glass jar. “Just in time, Prince.” Croaked their voice, and they threw the jar, liquid spraying and glass breaking on his shield, but none of the potion came in contact with him, thankfully.

“You are now the second one to volley harmful things in my direction, I do not wish to make that a habit.” Logan spoke up to the surprise of the Sorcerer.

“You are not the prince, yet you share his face. Tell me, what trickery is this!” They exclaimed. Logan sighed, the theatrics were already getting tiring.

“I am Logic, holder of knowledge, and I have come to ask you to lift what you have placed on Creativity. He is plagued by nightmares, and will not wake.”

“Part of the whole, and a man of knowledge, I give you my respects for that. But alas, I can not lift the potions effects, once casted it stays till the proper actions are made to break its hold on the royal’s sleep, like any good sleep potion. As for the nightmares, this is not of my doing, merely a side effect. Your Prince is troubled, and as for you…” The Sorcerer trailed off tossing sprinkles of this and that into the bubbling vat in the center of the room turning the orange a red. “I might have something that could help you get rid of those pesky emotions, forever. Does that sound good? That must be appealing, it makes sense, right? Pure logic, thinking and knowledge unadulterated, that must be what’s best for Thomas to achieve his ideals, correct?” The Sorcerer had dipped a rotten apple in the vat, pulling it out perfect shiny red, and had slowly approached Logan. He stepped back towards the door, but they had waved their hand, and the wood door had swung shut and clicked locked. Effectively trapping him in the tower, unless…

He pulled at one of the many strings that threaded the Sides together, enough to get attention. The Sorcerer was getting to close. “Would like to try a bite? Know what having no emotions is like? It wont hurt, much.” Even though the apple looked perfect, it stank that rotten stench, way to close for comfort, and the Sorcerer was only pressing closer. Just when Logan thought he would have to find a different way out, he felt the pull, the full body tug of being summoned and he gladly succumbed to the wants of the others, and sank out of the dreamland.

~*~

He landed in the commons, and Patton was already there looking him over, babbling a mile a minuet which he summarized as concern and worry. There was a brief hug and it morphed into Patton fretting about the slight burn marks on his shirt and maybe the couple singed hairs he received. He managed to step away.

“Patton, I’m fine, please don’t worry. I think I know how to wake Roman.” That made Morality halt his speech, nodding, tears threatening to spill already. They made their way to the sofa, Roman shivering even though the blanket was warm. Logic noted that Virgil was in the exact same spot as when he left. He glanced to Patton, who could only give an indifferent shrug and shake of his head. He kneeled down beside Virgil who had a slightly distant look in his eyes. He gently took his unoccupied hand and gingerly coaxed the tight fist to relax and he rubbed at the tenseness in the muscles until Virgil returned to the present, and looked down at his hand in bewilderment, and then to Logic.

“Virgil,” He spoke softly. The anxious trait tried for a smile, but it was barely a twitch in the corners of his mouth. “I think I know how to wake Roman. It was not the Dragon Witch, it was the Sorcerer who used a potion, one that put him in a sleep. And usually, sleep from potion is broken-”

“By true loves kiss.” Virgil spoke up before Logan could finish, voice rough.

“Exactly.”

“How do we determine that then?” Patton asked.

“Easy, its us.”

“Us?”

“Of course, has anyone else, other than us three, received affection and shows of romantic love from Roman?” Patton and Virgil shrugged, not knowing any one else.

“So, it must be us, either one or all I do not know, but each of us should give a kiss, I do not believe it has to be in the lips either. Only true love, as the name goes.”

Virgil leaned down, and nuzzled their noses together a couple times, a small fond smile showing up. “Eskimo kiss,” he said softly. “Cause it feels nice and doesn’t overwhelm me as much sometimes, ya know,”

Logan leaned up, and placed a gentle kiss on the still shivering creative traits forehead, just like the ones Roman gives him. Patton leaned in last, eyelashes brushing his cheek, smile wavering. “Butterfly kisses, ya know, with the eyelashes? Ro likes to give them to me.” Voice watery and wavery, trying to hold back the tears. It was quiet, everyone still, waiting for when Roman would wake.

“I love him,” Virgil whispered after a moment of nothing happening. “I know we fight a lot, but I love him.”

Roman suddenly shifted, shivering slowly stopping. Virgil wiped away the tears that were threatening to spill, smudging his makeup across his cheeks. Roman shifted again, eyes slowly opened, and a soft smile graced his face. “Mmm, good morning.” He yawned out. He was promptly sweep into a crushing hug from all three of them.

~*~

Roman woke blearily to see Virgil overtop of him. “Mmm, good morning.” He smiled, still a bit tired, but it really did feel like a good morning.

Before he knew it, Morality and Logic was there beside him, and he was being smothered in a tight warm hug. Not that he didn’t like it, quite the opposite, but he was very confused. Patton was quietly trying to stifle his crying by burying his face into his shoulder. Virgil behind him looked like was a word away from letting tears slip down his face too, cheeks red and smudged black. Logan didn’t look like he was in distress, but his tight hold and slightly shaking grip betrayed him.

“My Loves,” he said gently, “What has happened to cause such distress, why wasn’t I wakened sooner?”

Virgil barked out a short laugh, dropping his forehead to his other shoulder, shifting him forward further into Patton’s and Logan’s arms, and he was made intimately aware of how much his body ached. “Ow, ow, ow,” he hissed out, stiffly moving away from the pressure that was surely put on bruises.

“Sorry, sorry,” Virgil apologised, taking his weight off the prince.

“Ouch,” Roman said as he felt a small crack as he rolled on his shoulder. Patton and Logan sat back, letting him stretch out sore muscles. He looked at himself, indeed seeing the purpling of bruises on his skin. “I am very confused, what happened?” he looked to Morality, who was continuously wiping away tears that tracked down his cheeks. He shook his head, unable to form the words. Logan sat up straighter.

“By as much as I can summarise, you were duelling with a sorcerer in your dream lands, and they managed to put a sleeping potion on you. The towns folk delivered you to us when a shepherded boy found you injured in a field. And, you wouldn’t wake, until we found the antidote.”

“You’re leaving out all the important stuff Lo!” Patton sniffed. “He was so brave and he went into your room twice to try and find the solution. He found your sword the first time, and the second time, he faced off the Dragon Witch and the Sorcerer!”

“You went questing twice to save me?” Roman asked incredibly.

“Well, I wouldn’t call it questing…” He mumbled out, growing flustered, cheeks dusting pink.

“Then what would you call it Teach?” Virgil prompted.

“Finding the solution.” He shrugged. “Like I always do, this was just a more, active solution.”

“Still you found the antidote to the potion, and went out of your way to do so, thank you.” Logan looked embarrassed at the praise, but had a certain way that he held his shoulders that showed that he really enjoyed it.

“Since I know what happened to me, how long was I out for? And Thomas, how’s he doing?”

“Out for two days, and Thomas is all good kiddo, just a little bit of a creative slump, should be all good now that you are awake.”

Roman nodded, enjoying being in the presence of his loves, until his stomach rumbled, quite loudly, making note of how hungry he was. Roman laughed softly. “Sorry, I just feel really hungry suddenly.”

“Oh no, that’s fine, you haven’t eaten in a couple days.” Patton sat up straight. “Soup, a sandwich? Oh! Grilled cheese and ham, that’ll be perfect!” He cheeky smile returned under his teary eyes, and he bounded off the sofa to the kitchen. They heard a crash not a second later and all winced as pans were fumbled around. “Nothing broke, all good!” Morality called from the kitchen. Logic looked to Anxiety,

“Will you go help him, make sure he doesn’t burn down the kitchen?” Virgil looked hesitant. “Don’t worry, I will stay with Roman here, all is good.” That seemed to assure the anxious trait, and he reluctantly let go of Roman and made his way to the kitchen.

“What’s with our dark and stormy knight?” Roman asked after he was sure Virgil was occupied enough with Patton in the kitchen. “Not that I mind how close he’s been, but he’s been quiet to, and not in the good way.”

“I believe it is guilt. He told us you called for him, and he ignored you and now you are hurt, and I admit, it was scary seeing you at first, injured as you were. He hasn’t left your side the whole time you were asleep. We had to persuade him to eat.”

“I called him? I don’t remember that.”

“I think it may have been a subconscious want, even just thinking of him while you were injured, or thinking and or wanting any of us. I find that people think of those they care for most when in duress, And Virgil protects us and you were injured, it is a logical leap in thinking.”

“I’ll have to talk to him later, make sure he knows that its not his fault.”

“One more thing, Roman,” Logan hesitated. “The sorcerer said that, when I confronted them, that the nightmares you were having was merely a by-product of the potion. Is there anything that is troubling you?” He gently took Romans hands. “Anything you can think of?”

After a moment Roman shook his head. “All that I remember, about any of the dreams that I had, its kind of fuzzy, but, its like there was a huge shadow over me, but it wasn’t threatening, but, shielding? Me from the worst of the storm that was raging around me. I was protected, I guess, but it was cold too, I don’t know, it’s a vague feeling.” Roman replied, brow creasing, looking, analyzing their held hands.

“That makes sense actually, Virgil said you were having nightmares and that he stayed by your side, he kept them from getting to much for you.” That had Roman smiling.

“You guys really are my hero’s, I don’t know what I would do without all of you.” That statement had Logan blushing a little.

“As long as you come back to us.”

“I promise I’ll do my best.”

“If you two are done being all lovey-dovey,” Virgil spoke up from behind them walking from the kitchen startling them, “Patton’s almost done making food, so if Princey can walk we can eat at the table.”

“Oh, Of course!” Roman shifted, and tried to get up, but the movements were slow and stiff. “I think I might need some help though.”

Logan stood up, and helped support Roman when he stood, Virgil immediately went to the other side, and he was grateful for the help.

“I’m serious though Roman, if there is something that is troubling you, please talk to us.”

“I know your serious, you are wearing your necktie.” That had a smothered giggle escape Virgil, and Logan not able to hide his smile. They walked to the warm kitchen, full of good smells and Patton’s returning smiles, happy to be all together again.

~*~

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As The World Falls Down || Noah & Lea

08/29/17 - Noah and Lea return to the Zoo, and things take a bit of a dramatic turn.

The message on the newspaper's site had said 'healing spell'. Which Lea could do. Easy-peasy totally fine. She sat up in her bed - it was only 7am, and since it was still summer vacation. One more day, but still technically summertime, Dustin was asleep. Dustin was asleep, her father was asleep, and her mother was already at work. Which meant that if she was going to act, she had to do so now. She swung her legs over the side of her bed and yawned. Stood up and quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a purple t-shirt, and a Barnard sweatshirt that one of her aunts had sent her. She quickly slipped her feet into ballet flats and tiptoed down the stairs, grabbing her bike from the garage before setting off for the zoo. Once she'd arrived at the gates (locked, thanks to the decree her father had helped to put in place) she gave a tug against them before huffing. She had to help the town, didn't these stupid gates get that?! Lea pushed against them again, making a space just barely big enough to squeeze through. Once she was through, she sighed and pulled out her phone. Opening up a new text to Noah, she typed it out quickly. 'Had an idea. At Zoo. All's good.' He was probably asleep anyhow.

Feeling his phone buzz within the confines of his sports bag Noah sighed slightly keys jingling in his hand. It was the first day back to morning practices for the football team and while he’d survived the switch, Noah couldn’t help but feel like he’d be run over by a bus or something. A large 250 pound bus wearing pads, that didn’t care that his stupid shoulder had a 5 inch gash in it. Or at least that’s whay Eliza had said when she looked at it. It felt like 10 sometimes though. Getting to his car though Noah dug out his phone not really wanting to answer but needing to know who was texting him at the butcrack of dawn I eman he hardly knew why he was up this early let alone why any one else would be. Looking down at the text id though Noah stopped, Lea. Why the heck would she be texting him at this hour? And from the very dangerous and now closed Zoo of all places. Hitting the call button Noah opened the door to his car, stepping right back into the big brother mode he’d left behind all those years ago. “Hey, Why are you at the Zoo?” He asked when she picked up.

Lea jumped when her phone rang, but quickly picked it up. "Because I've got to help." She squeaked out. "This town is my home and maybe, if I can do something to help make sure it doesn't all go to hell, it will give us a break for a moment. No more disappearing animals, no more mobile snowmen." She sighed, running a hand loosely through her hair. "Sorry if I woke you up, but I figured it was basic politeness to text you, y'know." Lea pressed her phone against her ear and against a shoulder, quickly digging a pebble out of her shoe. "That's all, don't you worry about it!"

Sighing at her initial response Noah tossed his gym bag across the center console “First I would just like to say that helping doesn’t mean you have to go rushing head first into a burning building, or in this case a raging portal with demon problems.” Noah pointed out as he slid into the truck “And second what do you mean by help?” It was a legitimate and serious question, because he had no idea how she could even help at this point. I mean to Noah it just seemed like there were more portals popping up every day in the news and more and more stories of these monster things walking around before having to be dispatched with. Violently. Something he didn’t exactly think tiny little Lea should be out doing. Closing the door to his truck though Noah just placed his hands on his truck steering wheel, begging the lords above for more strength, or like some coffee. Yea coffee would be nice right about now. “Also I wasn’t asleep. But now I am actually worried. So you should spill before I just drive over to the Zoo myself and see what you’re up to.”

"I am aware of that." Lea said, sighing. "But sometimes you've gotta do things." She bit down on her lip at his question - there was no way she was going to out of the blue tell a still-near-stranger what she was, what she could do. "Oh, you know - borrowed some legendary weapon, that should do it." She new it sounded fake, but it wasn't like telling the truth would make Noah believe her, and then she'd have outed herself, so double-bad. "I'm fine! You're welcome to continue on your day, I just wanted to call you to," she sighed, "because you told me to, though that might've been a mistake." Lea ducked as a tiny flying - cow?! - whizzed past her. She had to make sure the animals were safe, that her family was safe, that this near-freaking-stranger was safe. "You don't have to come!" She squeaked, ducking again, "I promise, I'm sorry for calling you and worrying you! It was all a bad dream, I'm in my bed at home and my brother'd freak out if you came over."

Resisting the urge to just bang his head against the steering wheel in frustration Noah just shouldered his phone, grabbing his seatbelt and pulling it over his body “Hope you know that was not convincing in the slightest” He breathed out once he was buckled in knowing that he was not going back home. Because there was no legendary weapon he knew that, and she knew that. What he didn’t know however was why she was trying to keep him at arm’s length. “Lea, I don’t want to just continue on my day I want to make sure you’re ok” he said seriously into the phone as he put the keys into the column. And that was when he heard it the little squeak in her voice telling him his hunch was right. “And Judging by the sound you just made you’re not.” Noah muttered to himself before he revved his engine. He didn’t usually drive while on the phone but he was making an exception for her “Also don’t try to lie to me, It’s too fucking early for that kid.” He gritted out easing the old 67 chevy out onto the main road. Not waiting for an answer though he updated her on his position “So I’m just pulling out onto Ranch road now I should be at the Zoo in 10 minutes. Get somewhere safe and just talk to me ok. Tell me a story. Like about your brother. Tell me about him.”

"It is too convincing." Lea muttered. He didn't need to get hurt. Nobody needed to, she could solve all of this and make sure that her best friends, her family, and even people like AJ and Blanche who she'd grown fonder of than she was wholly able to admit didn't get hurt. Noah might have been almost a foot taller and almost twice her weight, but that didn't mean that he needed to endanger himself right now. "I am okay!" She squeaked again, "and I'm not lying! My brother would be mad if you showed up in my room. I've got experience with that, but that's not the point right now. I'm listening to Taylor Swift and I am fine." She began walking towards where the goats had been, taking in a deep breath. "What about my brother? He's a dork and annoying. Like all older brothers." He was going to be a Senior, starting tomorrow. "Why do you wanna know about him, anyhow?" A small snake slithered by her, before it grew legs and began walking. "What the hell?" Lea squeaked again. "So, why are you up so early anyhow?"

“Lea cut the crap, you literally texted me that you were at the Zoo five minutes ago” Noah huffed into the phone grateful for once that it was so early, and the roads were clear. He might even make it to the Zoo in like 6 minutes if he caught all the right lights.“Plus I’m all hopped up on adrenaline here so I’m going to the zoo to fight some portal monsters whether you want me too or not” He said into the phone hoping that that might get her to change her tune. Listening to her keep lying to him though Noah rolled his eyes. “I know taylor swift and nothing in the background sounds like taylor Swift, so you’re going to have to find a better lie than that one” He continued biting his lip slightly as he hit a red light. Ugh. Well there went some of his speed. “And I don’t really need to know about him, I just want you to keep talking so I know you’re ok and that seemed like a safe subject” He shrugged in his car aware that she couldn’t see it. Tensing as she squeaked into the phone Noah willed himself to calm down. just a few more minutes and you’ll be there and she wont like die or anything and all will be ok. Ok noah he thought to himself before answering her latest question with a grumbling “Football practice.”

"I - fine." She sighed, fiddling with the edge of her sweatshirt. "Fighting the monsters isn't even the most important, they're all freaking weird right now, but haven't done anything." The word yet hung empty in the air, implied well enough but not stated. "It's her new song. It sounds funny through the phone. Fine, it's not Taylor Swift." Lea sighed again as she began half-jogging toward where the portal was. "Football's cool, I guess. I do field hockey, which you know, obviously." She tapped her free hand against her thigh. She'd manage this, it'd all be fine. The biggest healing she'd ever have done, and would likely ever do, but she could handle this. She skidded to a stop just about twenty feet away from where the portal was, the air and wind from it whipping her hair around.

“Yet” Noah retorted flying over the west bridge over the Whye river. Because he wasn’t going to let a word like that hang in the air for too long. “And that’s what I thought, plus her new song sounds like that I’m too sexy for my shirt song, or so I’m told” He shrugged out cheeks going slightly pink. There was nothing wrong with liking Taylor Swift ok. But fighting off the slight embarrassment Noah was glad the Lea kept talking to him, even though he could hear that she was doing anything but laying low and staying still. “Yea its my last year too so it’s going to be a little sad” He replied finally pulling into the parking lot of the Ashkent Creek zoo and aquarium. Shutting off the engine faster than humanly possible, Noah opened the door and leapt out already hearing the sound of the portal through the phone. “I’m here, and I’m hanging up. Don’t do anything rash till I get there” Noah said before he hung up the phone praying she really wouldn’t do anything stupid in the 2 minutes it would take his mutant werewolf body to vault over the fences and get to the goat enclosure. Closing the door to his truck Noah picked up the bat he had stashed in the back of his truck before he made a beeline to the park entrance, his tired legs aching.

"I don't know that song. It's probably too old for me anyhow. I only turned fifteen this year." Lea nodded, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, trying to push away any lingering anxiety that kept swirling around her brain. "Cool, it's my brother's last year of high school." She paused, rolling her eyes. "I'm fine. But bye, I guess. See you soon." She shoved her phone into her purse (one of the mini ones from Vera Bradley), before stepping a little bit closer to the portal, giving a small flick of her fingers. She couldn't touch it, but she'd just have to use all her will and might to get it to close - and it would work, she'd make sure of it.

Getting to the entrance Noah tossed his bat over the fencing noting where it landed so he could grab it later. And now it was time for the fun part, getting over a fence he wasn’t supposed to get over. Yay. Feeling his muscle protest at the work they were doing Noah gritted his teeth and just manhandled his way over the gate and back down onto the concrete on the other side. Looking back though Noah did have to smile at himself. Yea take that you fucking gate, you’re no match for a werewolf on a mission are ya? He thought to himself before picking up his bat and running to join the other girl. “Hey! You better not be starting the party without me” He yelled her way brandishing his bat as he sprinted down the path and skidded to a halt next to the goat enclosure.

Lea was not going to back down. There was no way, no how, that she was going to give this portal-thing that she didn't even fully understand the upper hand. At the sound of Noah's voice she whipped her head around, hair hitting her back and her shoulder. "What, the party doesn't start until you walk in, or something? I've not done anything yet, but like I said - you don't need to do anything!" She huffed, ducking as another tiny flying cow zoomed by. In fact, you being around while I do what I am going to do might be worse for all of us.Lea sighed and took another few steps toward the portal. "This shouldn't take too long, but you might wanna close your eyes." She chewed on her lower lip, "or, I dunno, make sure no imaginary creatures have made their way out of this."

“No it does not!” He replied vaulting over the goat enclosure fence with relative ease, adrenaline now coursing through him. Looking at her as she suggested he close his eyes though Noah raised an eyebrow “Why would I want to do that?” He asked. “I mean I doubt you want me to play demon pinata blind” He asked waving his bat around a little again. He’d thought about adding nails to, like Negan from the Walking dead. But he figured that might be taking it a little too far, so he just settled for good old trusty wood. Standing there next to her though Noah put on his game face on eye darting from Lea to the portal “Lets do this.”

"No, I don't, but," you also can't see what I'm about to do, "you know, if this thing closes the way it might, and if it makes a big flash of light, I don't want you getting blinded or whatever." Lea brushed a strand of hair from her face and gave a sharp nod, taking another few steps towards the portal, reaching out one of her hands to try and sense whatever energy she had to have felt on Sunday. She waved her fingers softly, trying to send out a feeling of closure, of healing. Far more than any baby birds in her backyard, or even compared to AJ's injury. She sucked in a deep breath of air and reached up her other hand, not bothering to look to see what Noah was doing. This would require incredible attention. Black holes - or whatever this was - didn't have anatomy, but it was a tear in the universe (Dustin would understand this more, and maybe Lea really did need to take a physics course at some point), which meant it could be healed just the same. Had to be.

“Trust me I’ll survive,” Noah grunted out eyes zoning in on a large centipede like creature that was flying out of the portal thing. Stepping forward Noah took a swing careful not to disturb Lea and well whatever she was starting to work on. His mission after all was to keep her safe and that was exactly what he was going to do. Watching the portal again Noah sung his bat round as an alligator like creature popped his head out. Banishing it back into the rainbow hole of doom. Or whatever it actually was.

"You'd better." Lea muttered, not daring to take her eyes off of the portal in front of her. Focusing all of her energies towards it. On fixing it - even though she couldn't magic her friends into leaving AJ alone, and she couldn't fix Dustin's chronic asthma, and she couldn't fix the fact that her parents kept fighting when they thought that nobody could hear. She smiled a bit when she noticed that it started to close, just slightly. Every bit of progress in this had to count, and Lea briefly shrugged her purse off her shoulder and let it fall onto the ground. Balance in her own body would have to be key.

Watching her work for a few seconds Noah just smiled. She was actually closing the portal, wow, she must be a witch. How cute. But what wasn’t cute was the large black hand that came out of the portal again bracing against the edges, like it didn’t want it to close. “Watch out” Noah yelled as the other black hand reached out as if to swipe at the girl. Good lord The portal was fighting back. But luckily for them Lea had brought back up. Or rather Noah had forcibly made himself her back up… but you know semantics. Diving in front of her Noah took aim at the hand again smashing one of the long fingers into the ground before it could reach Lea. “Keep up the good work ok” Noah encouraged with a smile, before lifting his bat and attacking the hand again.

"Shit!" Lea said, ducking briefly as the hand swiped out at her. "Yeah, I'm working on it." She took in a shaky breath, letting her gaze break briefly from the portal to where Noah lay. There was no way he knew what exactly she was doing - no way that she was going to so obviously go against her mother's wishes. In that brief moment of faltering Lea let go on her concentration and the creature seemed to push right up against the edges of the portal. "Oh, no you do not!" She glared, taking a few steps more toward the portal, trying to regain the strength she'd had before. She just needed to manage this, manage this and all would be well and fine. Even though she could already feel her brain growing slightly foggier.

Still whacking away Noah felt the bead of sweat drop down his forehead and his arm start to throb with a dull ache. He’d almost forgotten about the scratch these might claws had given him if not but two days ago, but he definitely couldn’t forget about it now. Pulling himself back into a standing position Noah trained his eye on the other hand trying to keep the portal open. Yea that was the hand he needed to get but how? Hearing Lea start to get into it though Noah couldn’t help but, well want to help. “You tell ‘em Lea!” he yelled hoping to keep this energy up, or rather his energy up. Especially not he was starting to feel this morning's practice already weighing heavy on his bones. Glancing back up at the hand though Noah prepared himself for a small running leap swinging the bat against the creatures knuckles as hard as he could.

She wasn't going to let anyone in this town die. She wasn't going to screw this up, even though she didn't have as much experience as whomever had posted that notice would have likely expected. But the edges of the portal started to ripple again and started to pull shut, still slowly, but with progress. Lea bit her lip softly and focused everything she had toward it. This was more than baby animals in their backyards, even more than the head-splitting headaches she'd on occasion done her best to partially take from Jenna and Katie. She concentrated on imagining the zoo just as it had been, on making it so that people could come and visit. Because she didn't hate Ashkent, even though it was incredibly odd at times - there was no reason that if she could do something she shouldn't. Besides, this was nothing more than a giant wound, which meant she could handle it no problem. Her head was feeling a bit heavy, and she did notice her fingertips shaking just slightly, but she kept concentrating on making sure that it closed, pulling her fingers towards one another (without interlocking them, but moving them close-by), keeping her body tense but calm, all in one. Trying to not be anxious about the fact that she was full-on willingly admitting to somebody who was still technically a basic stranger that she could do magic. With a final movement of her hands, even clapping them together at last, she pulled the portal together. "Noah?" She called out, her voice barely above a whisper, "I think it's -" Her head was swimming, and she felt her whole body grow weaker and go slack as she began to collapse toward the ground, eyes shut.

And just like that in one second he was trying to beat a large demonic pair of hands back into the simmering portal thing, and the next it was gone. Like it had just been plucked out of the sky by some higher power. Taking a sigh of relief Noah almost didn;t know anything was wrong until he turned and saw Lea drained of color and going downhill fast. Shit. Diving toward Lea Noah slid slightly hands out to catch whatever he could. And Luckily for her he was able to catch her head before it smacked against the hard dirt. She’d have bruises on the rest of her body yes, but at least she wouldn’t have accidentally given herself a concussion. Feeling his heart start to beat wildly in his chest Noah tried to bite back the panic “It’s ok, It’s ok.” He breathed out with a slight cough, if only for his own benefit. Because she wasn’t dead she couldn’t be dead she was just….. Army crawling his way into a sitting position he held her head gingerly in his lap. She didn’t look dead. But only vitals would tell. Reaching out for her arm Noah took her pulse. Weak but there. Thank god. “Lea?” He questioned shaking her a little bit, but she didn’t stir. “Lea” he said a bit more firm freaking out even more. But this time there was a murmur, something that would have maybe come from the mouth of a sleeping child. “Thank fucking god” Noah whispered before laying her gingerly back down. No major brain damage as of yet, she had a pulse, and she was responsive even if it was pretty weak. OK he could work with that. “Lets get you to the truck first and I can figure out what to do from there” Noah muttered as he scooped her up in his arms and started the long walk back to his truck.

#touchofchatzy #touchoffinale #c noah #chatzy #as the world falls down #// dramatic title is dramatic #also for the chatzy :------)#ten points to whoever knows what title is in reference to #hope you all enjoy :)#let me know if this needs any trigger warnings #though it was chosen more for the title and not for the song itself haha

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misshollander1 · 8 years ago

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Tempation

Request: Can you do something where the reader has the powers of intensively attracting any person? She’s basically a walking love potion. Also, sex would be better with her than any normal person. Like a super power where the sex is freaking epic and she’s incredibly beautiful maybe? With Peter Parker.

“Y/N come on. Come to the party. It’ll be no fun without you.” Liz said, her black hair shining against the sun. I sighed and took a bite of my strawberry.

“I don’t know, Liz. I hate going and having all these guys around me, asking for sex. It’s stupid.” I said, going back to the night of regrets.

We were together for 2 years. People kept trying to tear us apart but he saw the real me… The real me without this “curse”. My grandmother told me a witch placed a curse on me accidentally instead of bestowing a gift. Kind of similar to Sleeping Beauty but more modern. We decided to lose it together, our virginities on our anniversary. He had it all planned out: the area, the lights, the food… It was beautiful. Yet, after we had done it, he kept asking for more. I denied it and he got bitter, breaking up with me and calling me a prude and a whore to his friends… That’s why I try and keep to myself… To avoid getting hurt.

“Earth to Y/N? You there?” Liz said, snapping her fingers in front of me. I shook my head and nodded.

“I don’t think so Liz. I have that test in Chemistry tomorrow. And you know I struggle with deciphering gas laws.” I teased, throwing my tray away.

“Okay… Maybe another time.” she asked. I smiled and we hugged, heading to our 6th period class. Mine was Trigonometry… Where half the class were boys.

The thing about my “power” is that it only attracts people around my age group which, hell, is FINE by mean. I DON’T need a 40 year old hitting on me.

I got to class and Samuel approached me, flashing a smile. He wasn’t bad looking, but he was a meathead with a bad temper. Behind him, a bunch of other guys huddled around.

“Hey Y/n I was wondering if you wanted to go to Manson’s party with me?” he asked, eyeing my chest. I was wearing a V-neck… Big mistake. I shifted my sweater over myself and cleared my throat.

“Actually… I’m looking for a tutor for Chemistry so… Maybe another time?” I said. He nodded and bit his lip at me. I smiled weakly and rolled my eyes as I got to my seat. I honestly don’t know why he is even in this class, he basically copies off of people but whatever. I felt a tap on my shoulder and and turned around.

“Hey Peter! Where have you been? You missed movie night twice in a row. I feel like you’ve been gone forever?” I said, hugging him over the desk.

“Yeah sorry. I uh, was with Tony Stark. Helping him with some stuff.” he said, rubbing his eye. I touched his arm and smiled.

“Did you kick ass or did your ass get kicked?” I teased him.

“Both.” he smiled. I knew about him being Spider Man. I didn’t want to but I did. But that’s another story.

“I can tutor you if you want. For Chemistry. I hate Gas Laws as well but I’ll try my best.” he smiled. I nodded and turned back around when the teacher came in.

I’ve known Peter since freshmen year. When he approached me as a friend.. Not like a booty call.

~Home~

“I don’t get it.” I whined, flinging my binder and resting my head on my arms. Peter chuckled.

“It’s not funny. How am I suppose to know which formula to use?” I groaned. I sank to the floor dramatically and laid there, sprawled. Peter came down and laid next to me.

“Y/N…?” he said in a sing song voice. I turned to look at him and he made a funny face. I stared at him with a blank expression and he pouted. His eyebrow arched and he sat up. Before I knew it, he was sitting on top of me, tickling me.

“Peter stop it!” I squealed. He continued until I threw him back and sat on top of him.

“You’re an ass Parker.” I said, catching my breath. He laughed and stuck his tongue out at me. I stuck mine back out and he flipped me back over onto my back.

“Better?” he asked. I mumbled a yes and he bent his ear down closer to me.

“Hmmm???”

“Yessss.” I hissed. He smiled and we looked at each other.

“I really want to kiss you Y/N.” he blurted out. My face went serious I got out from under him, resting my back on his wall.

“Don’t say that.” I whispered.

“I know about you Y/N. Tony explained to me.” he said, pulling up his sleeve to show a small and really thin bracelet. It was technically a string made out of silver.

“Tony had this made for me. He figured something was up when you came over to Stark Towers and a bunch of guys fawned over you. He had you scanned and made me this. It’s basically a shield for any potion or spell. He made you one also, so as to contain it.” he explained, handing me one. I took it and slipped it on. It had a small rhinestone in it. I smiled.

“I love you Y/N. I do, but I know you’ve been hurt. And the last thing I want to do is to hurt you. ” he said.

“I thought I would be hurting you Pete. I hate being this way. To have people force themselves on me. You know how disgusting it is to be hit on by every male?” I said. Peter came and sat next to me and I poured out my feelings to him. So did he.

After I had stopped crying, we looked at one another and I kissed him. I felt a spark ignite and I guess he did because soon we were tearing off each others clothes.

“You sure?” he asked, hovering above me.

“I’ve been sure since you told me about the bracelet.” I said, pecking his lips.

They say that sex is amazing when you have the right partner. As well as having a drug a.k.a my curse. But ever since I slipped on that bracelet, I felt better. I felt…normal. Because as the next day, I woke up in Peter’s arms, viewing the small hickey he had just beneath his ear lobe.

We got up for school, him letting me borrow a shirt and sweats of his as we walked to my house, for a new set of clothes. I viewed myself in the mirror as I washed it and saw that I too had a small hickey. I didn’t have any makeup because I hated it, so I asked Liz to bring some for me. I checked my phone and saw a text from my Mom saying she wont be home from Nebraska until tomorrow which was okay with me.

We walked to school, Peter and I, hand in hand and not once, did a guy look at me like they did before. They actually saw me as Y/N, not “Y/N the prude who’s good in bed”. I mean, it was one time and people expect me to be doing it every day all due to a rumor?

Liz covered up both mine and Peter’s necks, ecstatic that we were now a thing.

“Are we a thing?” I teased Peter. He smiled and looked down at our intertwined fingers.

“I mean… You are my girlfriend now, so…”

“Awwwww.“Liz swooned. I rolled my eyes and walked into first period with her… Just to see that the original boys who used to come up to me to ask to hang out… Didn’t. They just smiled and waved and I felt happy….

Thank you Peter.

#tom holland #peter parker #request #imagine #my imagine

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namjoonbby1 · 8 years ago

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What Happens In Vegas

Pairing - Reader x Jungkook [Taehyung is a main character as well]

Genre - Stripper Au

Word Count - 3001

Part 8/11

A/n - There are some mentions of human trafficking in this part as a warning. Guys get ready for the next chapter after this one because there is going to be so much drama ohmygosh anyways, thanks for reading! (:

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Nine

Masterlist

I was silent the entire drive home. Taehyung made me leave my car at Jungkook’s place, insisting that he would pay for it to be driven back to Vegas.

He said that he wanted me to ride back with him so that he could talk to me because he missed me, but I knew it was actually because he was worried that I’d run away again.

“So I’m thinking about a wedding in the summer. Cliche, I know but I want to make you mine as soon as possible.” He stated eyes still on the road.

“I know you don’t have a lot of friends, so you can invite some of the girls from the club if you want.”

“Spend as much time and money as you desire on the wedding. I know you complain about working too much so I’ll let you work one less day at the club.”

“Ah and I fired Stephanie so you wont have to worry about seeing her anymore.”

Months ago, I would have been ecstatic if Taehyung had proposed to me. I always felt like I was going to be with him for forever I just never saw him as the marrying type. Most girls would have been thrilled at the opportunity to plan a wedding, but why wasn’t my heart racing as he talked about wedding plans?

He continued to talk the entire drive home and I wanted nothing more to turn on the radio and drown out his words. I didn’t want to hear his voice. I didn’t want to hear his promises for our future when all I could think about was Jungkook.

The man that I had just walked out on. I could only think of him and the look of disbelief he had as I left with Tae. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or just hurt. I needed him to understand my situation. I couldn’t have stayed with him, not in that moment. I wondered what he was doing as I looked out if the window of the car.

Would he ever forgive me?

We finally arrived back to our penthouse and I took off my shoes and walked to our bedroom. I felt suffocated being there so I decided to try and relax by taking a bath. I turned the bath water on and began to undress as Tae entered the room. He didn’t say anything but simply stared at me.

“How did you know where I was?” I asked.

“I just located your phone. You know you can not see him anymore right?” He said eyeing my naked body.

“I don’t think you should get to decide who I do or do not see.” Were the first words I had said to him as I slipped on my robe.

“As your fiancée, I deserve that right don’t you think?” He said stepping close to me and wrapping one arm around my waist to pull me in closer.

“I haven’t even said yes yet.” I replied turning my face away from him.

“Oh but you will. You are just upset right now. I know that when you calm down you will accept my proposal.”

He put his hand on my face and softly stroked it before turning my head to look at him.

“You will forgive me for my infidelity and I will forgive you for yours.” He said before leaning in to place a kiss on my lips.

I no longer remembered the hurt I felt when I discovered him cheating on me with Stephanie because Jungkook erased all of that pain and I can’t say that I felt terribly bad for cheating on him with Jungkook.

Taehyung continued to kiss me and I wanted to push him off of me and run away and never come back but I couldn’t. It was as if Taehyung had some sort of spell over me leaving me paralyzed when he touched me.

He finally released me from the kiss. Staring intently into my eyes to try and read my reaction.

“You are mine y/n, you will always be mine. I hope you know know that.” He said before finally exiting the bedroom.

“I have some business to handle. Get some rest and start planning for the wedding. Oh and remember, you have work tomorrow.” He yelled and I heard the front door open and close realizing that I was alone again.

Alone again. Although it was something I was used to with Taehyung’s busy schedule this time it felt different. Because lately even though I was alone I had Jungkook who was just one call away, but right now I wasn’t even sure if he’d pick up my call.

I pulled out my phone and dialed the number that I had memorized. I waited while it rang with anticipation. No answer. His voicemail came on and just hearing his voice made my heart ache. He was an innocent person that had gotten involved in my messy life. I put him in such an unfair situation. He gave me so much of him but I couldn’t give him all of me.

“Jungkook, listen. I know you wanted me to stay but I couldn’t. I want to talk to you, please call me, yeah?” I said before finally hanging up the phone.

I stared at it for a while before deciding to finally distract myself by taking a bath. The bath water that I had ran was now cold and I sat in the fettle position engrossed in my thoughts. I got out of the bath an hour later and slipped on my clothes. I reached for my phone to see if Jungkook had called back but he hadn’t.That’s when reality started to sink in. I was definitely alone, and in the worst possible way.

Jungkook’s POV

Jungkook still stood there minutes after y/n had left in shock. He wasn’t really sure how he should react or how he was supposed to feel.

Seeing y/n being proposed to by another man made him feel powerless, weak and hurt. When y/n told Taehyung that she would “think about” his proposal Jungkook was taken back. When Taehyung insisted y/n come with him home and y/n agreed he was almost angry.

He walked into his room and sat on the bed running his hands roughly through his hair. He was started to wonder if he was involved in a one sided love. If y/n even cared about him. He only knew of his feelings for her though and how strong they were. He wasn’t sure though, how long he’d be able to sit back and watch as she married another man and then ran to him only when she needed him. He didn’t want to be used in that way especially considering the feelings he had for her. Jungkook wasn’t sure of a lot at the moment but what he did know was that he needed to get out.

His phone rang and he took it out of his pocket the screen displaying a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Hi, this is Jungkook oppa right?”

“Yes, who is this?”

“Wow, I’m surprised you don’t recognize my voice this is Jiyeon. I grew up next door to you.”

“Ah, Jiyeon I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. What’s up?”

“Well you can make it up to me. I’m home from school and wanted to see if you were interested in taking me out for drinks?” She asked.

Jungkook immediately felt like saying no. He had planned on saying no since his parents suggested it when he had brought y/n to eat with them. But now the prospect of getting drunk and forgetting about all of his problems was sounding pretty appealing.

Besides, y/n was probably back home with her boyfriend by now doing God knows what. He wasn’t sure what would happen with Jiyeon tonight but he knew anything had to be better than sitting around being depressed about his one sided love affair.

“Yeah I’d love to take you out for drinks. Pick you up around 8?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Jungkook showered and got dressed. One side of him had no intentions of impressing Jiyeon but the other side of him wanted to. So he put on something simple but made sure to wear his best cologne.

As Jungkook drove to the bar he realized that he should really give Jiyeon a chance. That maybe he’d have fun with her and maybe he’d forget all about y/n and the pain her indecisiveness was causing him.

He was wrong, of course. The date wasn’t anything special. The only reason why Jungkook hadn’t left earlier was because he didn’t want to be rude and also the drinks were all half priced tonight.

Jiyeon was dressed in a relatively provocative outfit. Other guys would be happy to just be near her but Jungkook was, uninterested, to say the least. She was a beautiful women but nothing about her really stood out. Even though she was not lacking in looks she was in personality, or lack thereof. She went on and on about the number of guys that hit on her in college and Jungkook knew that he would need a shot immediately just to survive the night.

Several shots later Jungkook felt himself opening up to her. They engaged in small talk and Jiyeon would flirtatiously bite her lips or get really close to Jungkook. She’d even hit him softly and laugh maybe a little too loud when he made a joke. That made him think about y/n and how she genuinely thought he was funny. She didn’t have to be drunk to enjoy his company. Jungkook thought’s were interrupted by Jiyeon’s question.

“Are you still doing that writing thing?” She asked.

“Yes, I’m still writing.” He replied taking another sip of his drink. He felt like he needed to drink every time she spoke. He understood why she was single, it was painfully excruciating listening to her speak.

“Hey let’s dance!” She said grabbing his hand and leading him out onto the overcrowded and extremely loud dance floor.

“You know I always thought you were extremely hot.” She randomly yelled into Jungkook’s ear as she continued to grind on him. As much as Jungkook hated to admit it, he knew where this was heading. She wanted sex from him and he was starting to think that maybe that was the only thing that could really keep him distracted from his thoughts of y/n.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Jungkook said and she took that as a sign of his acceptance and locked her lips to his kissing him as they finally stopped dancing. Jungkook deepened the kiss and before he knew it they were catching a cab and heading back to his place.

Jungkook pinned Jiyeon against the wall as he sucked harshly at her neck. He didn’t know if it was the liquor effecting his actions or the way he was feeling about y/n, or maybe even a mixture of both. Jiyeon noticed that Jungkook was lost in thought as he stopped his movements and so she spun him around pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him to straddle him.

“I’m going to be honest, I’ve kind of been planning this the entire time I’ve been in town.” She said as she slid her tight tank top above her head and continued to grind on top of Jungkook. “There aren’t many eligible bachelors at my school and I haven’t had sex in a while, I’m so hot for you.” She said.

Jungkook thought about the last time he had sex as Jiyeon started to unbutton his pants and rub his member through his boxers. The last time he had sex was with y/n. It was amazing and he felt so much closer to her after that. Now he had a women who was barely dressed on top of him positioning herself to ride him but all he could think about was y/n.

“Wait” He said halting all of the actions Jiyeon.

“What’s wrong?” She asked disappointed look on her face that she was interrupted.

“I cant do this.”

“Why? Because you don’t have a condom? Don’t worry I’m on birth control.” She said and continued to suck on his neck.

“No it not that it’s just. I don’t want to do this.”

“Why?” She said finally sitting up.

“Because there’s… someone else.” He said.

“You have a girlfriend?” She asked. “Don’t worry I wont say anything.”

She continued to grind on him and Jungkook knew that she must have been really horny. She wouldn’t stop her movements and he had to physically move her off of him for her to stop.

“What’s your problem? Any guy would be happy to fuck me!” She yelled standing up from the bed.

“I’m sorry but I just am not interested in you. Im in love with someone else. I shouldn’t have lead you on.” Jungkook said arising from the bed and helping her pick her clothes up.

“What an asshole, you totally wasted my time!” She yelled as she snatched her jacket out of Jungkook’s hand before finally exiting his room and apartment.

Jungkook sat on his bed, relieved that he was out of that situation. Even though he was as mad as he was at y/n when she left with her boyfriend he realized through this situation that he couldn’t deny his feelings for her. He took out his phone noticing that he had a missed call and a voicemail message. He played the message and was surprised that it was y/n saying she wanted to talk to him.

He was about to call her but realized that it was so late and that she probably couldn’t speak to him on the phone with her boyfriend there so he decided to text her.

I want to talk to you too. Call me when you can, please.

Taehyung’s POV

As much as Taehyung didn’t want to leave y/n home alone in the state that she was in, he knew that he had too. He was meeting a very important potential business partner and couldn’t miss the opportunity.

“If you really want to do this, you need to make sure you are dedicated and not a snitch. What we are doing could get us into huge trouble.” A large man in a nice suit said to Taehyung from across the table.

Taehyung laughed a bit and took the glass of rum on the rocks he had been offered in his hand. He took a drink of it before placing it back on the table and finally speaking.

“Mr. Park, I don’t know if you’ve heard anything about me. But you should know that I am a very serious person and I do not snitch.” He replied.

“I’ve hear a lot about you Mr. Kim, which is why I have reached out to you. You have the place and the clients, while I have the girls. I think we could be good business partners.”

“I’d like to see the girls, before I agree to anything.” He stated.

The man called out something in Italian and moments later his goons walked in with two girls whose hands were tied up.

“How did you get them?” Taehyung asked. It was clear that they had been kidnapped and they were clearly drugged up.

“I’m not responsible for taking them, I have a guy who does that. I just collect. These girls are going to make us a lot of money, they are all virgins.” He said with a sly smirk before shooing away the girls.

“Now you’re talking. I’m all about money.” Taehyung replied.

“Good, now what’s your plan for the girls. How are you planning to sell them?” He asked.

“You don’t need to worry about that. Just make sure they are all ready when I need them.” Taehyung said standing up from the table as his business there was competed.

“They will be ready. It’s been a pleasure.” The man said shaking Taehyung’s hand.

“I agree.” Taehyung said taking the last drink of his rum and turning to exit. “Ah but next time, I could do without the rum. I’m more of a vodka man myself.”

When Taehyung finally arrived back to his home he discovered that y/n was sleep unsurprisingly. He took a shower to erase the smell of the warehouse he had just been in, it reeked of smoke.

He then got into bed next to y/n, amazed at how sexy she looked even as she slept. He noticed that she had fallen asleep with her phone next to her and he picked it up to see who she had been texting. He first noticed the message from Jungkook asking her to call him and irritation overtook him. What was so good about this boy she had just met that made her go back to him despite her boyfriend’s wishes.

If Taehyung was upset before he was absolutely livid when he saw the next message she had and it was from Zoe.

Come over tomorrow, there is something you need to know about your boyfriend.

Taehyung had tried to be calm, he had tried to leave Zoe alone but she had irritated his last nerve. He deleted the messages from both Jungkook and Zoe and placed y/n’s phone back next to her.

He let out a heavy sigh before closing his eyes. He had to go out of town tomorrow but he knew what he had to take care of before he left.

Or he should say, who.

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