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thehaemanthus · 1 year ago

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Grounded (2/3)

A continuation of @writtenonreceipts fic for the ACOTAR Writing Circle. You can find part one here. They also created the banner above! Which is good because that’s something I cannot do!

Love me some Feysand with flirting and shenanigans. Part of my part two was inspired by real events-- imagine, just after reading this fic, your humble author, too, is sitting in an airport as her flight gets delayed and then delayed again. No hot men for me though. We’re giving Feyre better luck!

Thank you to @azrielshadowssing for organizing the event, the authors for participating, and YOU for reading! Enjoy!

Feyre treated her phone like a bomb, gingerly placing it back into the cupholder. Tamlin’s smile mocked her— she remembered when she had taken the photo, early on in their relationship. The grin was perfect, his eyes sparkling.

That perfection was just a mask that hid a monster.

“Does everyone know you are leaving town?”

Her eyes snapped to Vodka Man. Sound rushed back in, and Feyre remembered she was sitting at the airport with a ticket to get far away.

The phone stopped ringing, and Tamlin’s face was traded for a notification that she’d missed his call.

“He shouldn’t know,” she said. “He’s just been calling a lot.”

“Clingy?”

“Sort of.”

“I can see why.” Feyre scowled at his words, properly ticked off. Before she could say anything, he continued. “I’d regret it if you were my ex and I didn’t grovel.”

“At a certain point, it turns into harassment,” she shot back. “And you don’t even know my name. We have been speaking for two minutes.”

He held out a hand. “Rhys.”

She eyed it for a moment before shaking. “Feyre.”

“There. I can safely say that, knowing your name, I would still regret it if I didn’t try and repair our hypothetical relationship after a hypothetical break-up.”

Rhys was a strange, strange man. But Feyre was stranded at the airport, it was getting later and later, and she was on a streak of acting on desire rather than reason.

So she went with it. “And in this hypothetical break-up, who broke up with who?”

“Oh, you dumped me after I did something stupid.” Feyre had to laugh at the matter-of-fact way Rhys said it. “Or maybe over time, you finally got fed up with one of my less attractive habits. Either way, I know that I’d try and fix my mistakes.”

“You’re a smarter man than my ex,” Feyre tried to say it casually. Clumsily, she changed the subject. “Why are you going to Velaris?”

Rhys went along. “Going back home, actually.”

“Oh.” She caught herself before saying something happy, remembering that he didn’t seem too happy about going to Velaris. If his words hadn’t told her, his rumpled state might have been a clue. Feyre knew all about difficulty at home. “Well, I hope it’s not as bad as all this implies.”

Rhys smiled. “All this?”

With exaggerated motions, Feyre looked around and then leaned in. “You don’t exactly look your best right now.”

He gasped loudly. “The ability to bring this to an airport gate—” he held up the bottle in its brown bag— “doesn’t scream asshole-levels of luxury to you?”

“It screams something,” Feyre snorted. “You're a mess of contradictions.”

“You’ve been looking at me,” he smirked.

“Attention to detail,” she reminded him. “And it doesn’t take a genius to glance at you and come to some conclusions.”

Rhys raised an eyebrow. “What might those conclusions be, darling?”

Oh, this was dangerous territory. When had chatting with hot Vodka Man turned into flirting with Rhys?

“All passengers flying to Velaris on flight 724 at gate D9, we have an update.” Praise this gate agent and her timely interruption. In fact, she had been a delight all night with the frequent updates and friendly attitude. “I have some good news and some bad news. Bad news, your flight has been pushed out another 30 minutes to 7:45. Good news is that it is going. In return for your patience I have some snacks at the gate, and we’ll be playing some games for flight vouchers. How does that sound?”

A small cheer went up in the area. Feyre watched the copper-haired girl she had been observing earlier replace her headphones with a relieved sigh.

“Want a snack?” Rhys asked, standing.

She craned her neck to look. It seemed like it was just the little snack mixes they would get on the plane anyway…but she was hungry. “Sure. Thanks.”

Rhys left his jacket and the bottle on his chair. Wise move.

Feyre tried not to stare at him, packing up her sketchbook instead. But after that there wasn’t like there was a lot to do, and she was still treating her phone like a dangerous object.

She watched as Rhys waited in the small crowd, rolling up his sleeves to expose his forearms. He took two packets from the gate agent with a charming smile that almost made Feyre swoon from where she was sitting dozens of feet away.

He turned too quickly for Feyre to pretend she hadn’t been watching him, so she just smiled as he made his way over.

“For you,” he handed over one packet. “The finest the Prythian International has to offer.”

“Why, thank you,” Feyre said, then she ripped open the packet and tossed some pretzels into her mouth. “Ugh, I forget how dry these things are.”

Rhys tipped the bag-and-bottle in her direction. “Can I tempt you?”

A “no” was on the tip of her tongue. But…what was the harm, really? It wasn’t like she’d get drunk off a sip. “Sure.” The vodka wasn’t exactly pleasant going down, but it was better than the shots she’d taken in college.

A slight warmth bloomed in her belly. Feyre munched on the snacks and did not let her eyes wander to where Rhys was eating, not paying attention at all to how big his hands were. They were very nice hands, too. Feyre didn’t think he got them professionally manicured, but he definitely took care of them. Her fingers itched. If anyone were to ask, she would say they itched for a pencil to practice some anatomy sketches.

“All right, passengers of flight 724 to Velaris, anyone out there want some flight vouchers?” The gate agent’s voice was slightly crackly over the speakers. “First question. Who is from out of town and traveled the farthest to get here?”

Not a lot of people at this time of year. Everyone was trying to leave home for vacation. Feyre observed as a few people went up and the winner was declared a researcher in town from Rask.

“Next question. Many songs have been written about Velaris— first person to think of a song with ‘Velaris’ in it and sing it to everyone wins!”

Feyre couldn’t help her laugh. One person’s hand went straight up, and they sang a few bars of a popular old song waxing poetic about the beauty of the coastal city.

“My cousin would have nailed that,” Rhys said. There was a bit of nostalgia, something sad in his eyes. “Of course, she would have been totally off key, but she would have known a song instantly.”

“How ‘bout you?” Feyre asked. “You’re from Velaris.”

“Which means I typically avoid cheesy songs exaggerating its greatness.”

“You don’t think Velaris is one of the greatest cities in the world?” Feyre teased. But it was true— Velaris was a cosmopolitan wonder, a “come here and make your dreams come true” destination. Along with having some killer beaches.

Rhys paused, taking the question more seriously than she had intended. “I actually kind of do.”

“But you’re not looking forward to…what’s waiting for you there.”

Rhys looked down, flattening the empty foil bag and folding it. In the silence, Feyre fumbled for something to say.

“It’s none of my business—”

“It’s fine,” he said quickly. “I mentioned that I wasn’t looking forward to it. I was just…caught off guard.”

“Oh,” she said.

Rhys looked up, smiling wryly. “I had kind of forgotten what it’s like to say something that people actually listen to.”

Feyre felt breathless. “I know what you mean,” she said softly. It should have been illegal for those striking eyes to focus their full intensity on one person. She was nearly melting.

“Okay, flight 724 passengers! I want to know, is there anyone celebrating an anniversary or honeymoon?”

Feyre whipped her head around, staring at the meager entertainment and pretending that was more interesting than holding Rhys’s gaze.

He nudged her with his elbow. “Want a flight voucher?”

“What?” But it was too late. He was already standing, lifting a hand into the air like an eager fifth grader and then— and then! Taking her hand in his and dragging her to the gate.

“What the fuck?” she hissed.

Rhys slapped on his charming smile. “We’re going on our honeymoon.”

“Congratulations!” The gate agent said, not a hint of suspicion in her eyes. Then again, they were mostly focused on Rhys. “Velaris is a wonderful place to vacation.”

An older man ambled up. “Agreed. My wife and I are celebrating our fortieth anniversary.”

Feyre’s face turned red. Oh, she was such an imposter. Not that she agreed to this scheme. But still! “Oh, they win, definitely. I don’t even know if I’ll last another day with him.”

Laughing, Rhys slung an arm around her shoulder. “You’ve lasted this long.”

The old man smiled. He had such kind eyes, Feyre felt bad for being an unwilling participant in the lie. “How long have you two been together?”

“Two years.”

He was looking at Feyre, so she was supposed to answer.

“Five years.”

Rhys was a man, so he probably thought he should answer.

She glared. Great. He decided to rope her into this thing, trying to get a flight voucher he didn’t even need, and now they were going to get publicly humiliated. She was going to be known as a liar to the saintly gate agent. Her photo would be posted in the airline’s internal communications with a warning message.

Rhys smirked. “She doesn’t count the time before we broke up for five months.”

“You are unbelievable,” Feyre said. There was nothing for it; she had to become a full co-conspirator. “I also don’t count the months that we were friends but you assumed we were dating. Newsflash, it’s not a relationship if you never ask a girl out or kiss her.”

He shrugged. “Worked out for me in the end.”

“You two are sweet,” the gate agent said, which was not how Feyre would have responded. “But unfortunately, I can only give one voucher.”

“Please,” Rhys gestured to the older gentleman. “40 years of marriage is a much bigger accomplishment than just getting married.”

The man demurred a bit, but faced with Feyre, Rhys, and the gate agent he finally took the voucher with thanks and wished them well. Rhys ushered Feyre back to their seats, only releasing the arm around her shoulders when they sat.

“You absolute prick.”

“We didn’t even get anything in the end.”

“Why would you do that?”

“To get you a free flight voucher,” he said. “And because…I wanted to indulge my impulses. I had a chance to do something really nice for a pretty girl.”

“Well,” Feyre huffed, crossing her legs. “I’m not sad we didn’t get it, but now we have a problem.”

“What?”

“You feel comfortable sitting in first class and letting your bride sit in economy? What will the gate agent think? And all the passengers who are watching?”

“Shit,” he mumbled. “Where’s your ticket?”

“What?”

“I think they have seats open in first, where’s your ticket?”

“I can’t pay for that!”

He rolled his eyes. “My blunder, my treat. Your ticket, please.”

They stared each other down. Feyre weighed the pros and cons. Pros, she would get to sit in first class, free of charge. Cons, she could be indebted to him. And she would likely have to sit next to him for the entire flight.

Though the jury was still out on whether that was a pro or a con.

“Come on,” Rhys wheedled her. “I don’t want to be known as a dick.”

“Fine.” Feyre handed over her boarding pass. “But don’t give them a hard time if they can’t seat me.”

“Me?” He pressed a hand to his heart. “Feyre darling, you wound me with your accusations.”

“Do not be a rich asshole,” she said, waving him away.

Curious, she watched as Rhys chatted with the agents at the ticket counter. Charming smile, slightly apologetic and sheepish. They chatted for a long time, plenty of frowns and words flying through the air. Finally, Rhys handed over her ticket— and his?-- and took two new ones.

He waved the tickets in the air triumphantly when he returned. “Success! Of a sort.”

Feyre plucked her ticket from his hand. “What is that supposed to mean?” Her name was on the new first class ticket, so that part had gone well at least.

“They didn’t have any more seats in first,” Rhys shrugged. “So I swapped.”

“What?” Feyre gasped. “You didn’t have to do that!”

“Like you said, I would have looked really bad,” he said. “No big deal.”

“No big deal?” Feyre hissed. “You spent hundreds of dollars on that ticket!”

“If you haven’t noticed, darling, I’m a little rich,” Rhys drawled. “I think I’ll take the hit.”

She sputtered. It was on the tip of her tongue that she would repay him back somehow, but she was really in no position to do so. “This is…”

He completed her sentence. “An unexpected treat?”

“Yeah,” she said lamely, looking down at the ticket. It was nice, that was for sure.

It was stupid to be disappointed, because if things had been normal then she wouldn’t have been sitting next to Rhys anyway— but she still mourned the possibility.

The minutes ticked by. Soon, they would board the plane, endure the long flight to Velaris, and then go their separate ways.

And she would never see Rhys again.

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 4 years ago

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my body is a cage.

ObNeSummary: Y/N’s worst nightmare has become a reality. Her only saving grace is that she doesn’t have to do it alone.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,000+ [One Shot]

Warning: Feminist Issues, Adult/Mature Themes (NOT smut)

Y/N could feel her heart start racing faster as she studied the doctor’s office. Now she was starting to sweat as well.

Her doctor were running late and that meant Y/N was stuck looking at the nondescript walls and smelling that sterile scent for 20 minutes. It felt like an hour.

It was just a follow-up appointment. There was no bad news expected to be given. But that didn’t stop Y/N’s anxiety.

Y/N finally gave up on trying to calm herself down through breathing and reached down to grab her cellphone out of her purse.

There was a two text message notifications: one from her mom and one from Jason.

She opened the one from Jason.

– Good luck at your appointment today. Remember to breathe.

Y/N smirked at the message. Jason knew how stressed out Y/N got for literally any type of doctor’s appointments. Even if it was just your usual checkup – like today – it caused her anxiety for some reason.

Jason must’ve sent it right before passing out after patrol.

Finally the doctor came in, making Y/N jump and almost drop her phone. She hid her scare well and quickly put her phone back into her purse.

“Hi Y/N, so we finally got your blood work back,” she began.

“Great. Will I be able to get a prescription and pick it up today?” Y/N asked quickly, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.

“So one of the many reasons we get blood drawn before prescribing this medication is to make sure you’re not pregnant before going on it.” Before Y/N could speak, she quickly added. “You’re test results came back positive.”

Y/N’s mouth opened at the statement.

Her mind was going a million miles a second, trying to process what the doctor has just told her.

When was the last time she had her period?

Why did it feel 20 degrees hotter in here all of the sudden?

This couldn’t be happening. No. No. No. This really couldn’t be happening. She tried so, so hard to make sure this didn’t happen. This was her nightmare. This was her fucking nightmare coming to fucking life.

By some miracle, the doctor didn’t smile with joy and exclaim a congratulations. She seemed to sense that Y/N was on the brink of having an anxiety attack.

“I remember you saying you did’t intend on ever having any kids, so I’m sure this is a lot to process,” the doctor told her gently. “Why don’t we hold off on this medication – even if it’s just for a couple of days? Just give yourself a second to process and come up with a plan.” Then she gave Y/N an encouraging smile. “When you want to make another appointment, I’ll make sure reception squeezes you in. Alright?”

Y/N couldn’t do anything but nod – and even that was far too delayed.

“Do you want me to call someone for you?” The doctor asked softly.

But Y/N shook her head.

When Y/N got out of the doctor’s office and back on the streets of Gotham, she seemed to snap out of it a bit.

Her ears weren’t ringing any longer and the cold, winter air was doing miracles.

‘Get to Jason,’ Y/N’s heart suddenly screamed at her.

And just like that, Y/N went into autopilot, grabbed a cab, and gave them her address. As she watched the buildings go by, Y/N’s mind was simultaneously thinking a million things and thinking nothing at all. It was almost a buzz.

When she got back to her apartment, the TV was on but the volume was off. Sometimes Jason would watch it after patrol and hope it would bore him to sleep. But her giant, vigilante of a boyfriend wasn’t sleeping on the couch, so that meant he was in their bed.

Y/N toed off her shoes, tossed her keys on the side table by the door, and hung her denim jacket – no, Jason’s denim jacket – on the coat rack.

She slowly pushed the bedroom door open to find Jason passed out on his side. His arm was reached over to the other side of the bed as if his body had searched out for hers in his sleep and came up empty.

Y/N tiptoed to the bed and carefully slid into the empty side of the bed.

Jason stayed asleep, meaning he must’ve been really exhausted. Usually her presence would stir him, even if it was just for a few seconds.

Sometimes Y/N would come in here when she got back from work and take a cat nap with him before getting started on dinner or leaving to work out. Sometimes she would just cuddle with him, he would wake up and sleepily ask about her day while bringing her into his – even when she told him to go back to sleep.

Now Y/N laid on her side and watched him sleep.

Even when he looked exhausted and various scars were scattered across his face, Jason Todd was beautiful.

And when he was sleeping like this, he looked so young. Y/N wondered if that was how Jason always looked to Bruce: innocent, vulnerable, forever young.

Y/N reached forward shakily and brushed the white streak of his hair off his face. His hair was getting shaggier than usually allowed. She wondered if he’d ask her to cut it again or if he’d finally listen to her and go to a barber.

“You run your hands through my hair and I’ll be putty in your hands,” he mumbled with his eyes still closed.

Y/N froze and stopped her combing, her hands shooting back to her chest.

Her silence and pause made Jason’s eyes squint open.

Those blue eyes of his were always perception, especially when it came to the woman he loved with all his heart. And as soon as they locked with Y/Ns, they immediately knew that something was wrong.

His brow wrinkled. “You OK?” His voice laced with worry and concern.

Suddenly… Y/N’s mind and body were given the chance to release the reaction they wanted to have since the news was broken.

Her bottom lip trembled a moment before tears burst from her eyes.

And then Y/N was shoving her face into her boyfriend’s chest.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jason consoled. “What happened? What’s going on?”

But Y/N couldn’t even form words. She was fully hyperventilating.

Her chest literally hurt as the sobs escaped. She was shaking as if it was freezing in the room, despite Jason’s body basically being her own personal furnace. And she felt like she was going to throw up at any second.

Was that morning sickness? Or was the just good ol’ fashioned nausea?

Jason quickly realized he wasn’t going to get any verbal communication right now. So he just held her in his arms, letting her cry it out as he rubbed a hand up and down her back.

But his mind was shuffling through all of the possibilities.

Had someone hurt her? Did she get fired? Did a group of assholes catcall her on the way home?

But none of those seemed like things that would upset Y/N in such a manner.

“Breathe, Y/N. Take a deep breath,” he told her calmly as he kissed the top of her head.

She barely gave a nod to show that she was trying to do what he advised.

With her eyes wet and bloodshot from tears and her face swollen, Y/N finally pulled away from Jason’s chest so he could see her.

“Deep breath,” he reminded her again gently. “Can you tell me what’s gotten you so upset? Can you do that for me?”

Y/N sniffled, really just to buy herself a second before she said it.

“I’m pregnant.”

Jason’s body tensed. His eyes studied hers, looking for any sign that she was not being absolutely serious.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Jason muttered, now realizing why she’d had such a reaction.

But then he quickly recovered, realizing that she still needed him because she was freaking the fuck out. Obviously. She just had a full-on panic attack in his arms. And she was probably moments away from possibly having another.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Hey, look at me.”

She took in a deep breath and did as he asked.

“No one is going to make you do anything you don’t want to. OK?”

She just stared at him.

“OK?” He asked again, making sure she understood what he was telling her.

She nodded.

“I don’t want it,” Y/N exhaled.

The words came out on their own, like she had no control over them.

Jason winced, not at her statement, but because she sounded so desperate and scared.

He gave her a sympathetic look and cupped her cheek. “I know, Y/N. I know.”

Then he brought her back into his arms, holding her protectively, as usual – but protecting her from something he never had to before.

“I know how you feel about it. I’ve always did,” he told her softly. “Just try to relax. OK?”

She nodded.

Jason didn’t try to fill the silence. He didn’t try to say comfort after comfort. His touch did more things for Y/N then he words ever did. She needed to be held, not lectured or verbally coddled.

After a few moments, he looked down at her. “We can order from your favorite place, OK? Have a little movie marathon or finish watching that show.”

She gave him a small, shy smile at that.

“Sound good,” he asked.

She nodded again.

———

30 minutes later, Jason was scrolling the internet, researching Planned Parenthood locations while waiting for their takeout to get there.

Y/N, exhausted from her emotional and mental breakdown, had fallen asleep a few minutes after telling Jason the news.

Jason figured the least he could do is take the logistical weight off Y/N’s shoulders. All of this was happening to her and it was his fault. He knew she’d never frame it that way, but that’s how he felt right now. And he’d do anything to make it easier for her.

But all of the sudden, the hairs on the back of Jason’s neck suddenly stood on end.

The next millisecond, he grabbed the nearest hidden gun, shot to his feet, and pointed it at the window.

“Relax, Todd.”

“Demon Spawn, what the fuck are you doing here?” Jason lowered the gun.

To Jason’s annoyance, Damian jumped down from the window and into the apartment, dressed in his full Robin uniform.

“When you texted about covering your patrol tonight, father asked me to check on you.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “Liar. No, he didn’t.”

“So, why aren’t you on patrol?”

“Y/N needed me.”

Damian’s body tensed.

For as much of hard time as Damian gave Jason, he didn’t mind his girlfriend. However, the preteen would never admit to actually liking her or enjoying time spent with her. But the whole family saw it anyway.

“Is she sick?”

Jason just nodded, not really having the energy to compose a big lie.

Then Damian caught sight of the laptop screen and saw what Jason had been researching.

“Oh,” Damian blurted out without thinking. It was a very unusual reaction from him. He always had something to say.

“Just…keep it to yourself, k?” Jason asked.

The last thing he needed right now was Damian blabbing around about Y/N.

But Damian nodded, not giving any further reaction to his discovery.

———

“What’s Alfred the Cat doing here?” Y/N asked as she cradled the cat and walking into the kitchen the next morning.

“Damian,” was all Jason provided.

Y/N laughed at his crypticness. “Did he need a cat sitter?”

Jason shook his head. “He came snooping when I told them I wasn’t going on patrol. And…Well, he’s Bruce’s kid, so you can imagine how quickly he put it together.”

Y/N’s amusement dropped when she realized what Jason was saying.

“He brought some of human Alfred’s cookies for you, too.” Jason added quickly, maybe to soften the blow a bit.

“That was sweet of him,” was all Y/N mumbled in return.

“I think he was worried about you. Figured some cookies and cuddles from Alfred would make you feel better,” Jason explained. “Of course, he didn’t verbally express any of that because he’s emotionally constipated.”

Y/N managed to force a smirk at the joke.

Silence filled the kitchen.

“I made you an appointment today,” Jason told her gently. “Not that I’m trying to force you to do anything. You can cancel it if you want to. I was just trying to–”

“Thank you,” Y/N cut him off and dropped the cat to wrap Jason in a hug. “Thank you, Jason.” She repeated, mumbled this time, since her face was now buried in his chest.

“Of course,” he told her before kissing her head. “Want some breakfast?”

He chuckled when he felt her nodding enthusiastically against him.

“Your favorite?”

She nodded again.

“You gonna let me go so I can make it?”

She shook her head no.

“Alright, spider monkey, let’s do this.”

Y/N’s laughter filled the room as Jason somehow managed to maneuver her body so she was on his back with her arms wrapped around his neck. And she piggybacked around the kitchen with him as he made them breakfast.

———

“Welp,” Y/N said bitterly as she looked at the building from across the street. “Don’t know how I wasn’t expecting this.”

Jason sighed as he watched too.

There were a dozen people with picket signs. One said, “It’s a child, not a choice.” Another said, “Jesus loves you both.” One of the men had a megaphone. One woman held a box with figurines that inaccurately showed how far along the fetus would be when it’s aborted.

“Wait here,” was all Jason said.

“Wait, what? Jason! Jason, don’t!” Y/N hissed.

But Jason was already halfway across the street. With the traffic and general noice of Gotham, Y/N could hear nothing. But it was clear that he was talking to him.

“Oh, for christ’s sake,” Y/N sighed when she saw all of their faces shift to utter horror. Whatever he was saying to them had clearly terrified them.

It only took a minute before Jason jogged back to her and offered his hand.

“Come on,” he said encouragingly.

“What the fuck did you just do?” She asked him.

“I told them all of their names, social security numbers, and addresses,” Jason told her lightly. “Oh! And their top porn searched.” He gave them a glance. “And said if they even so much as looked at you, I would do what I wanted with that information."

“So…you threatened them.”

Jason tilted his head and shrugged innocently. “I wouldn’t put it that way…”

“Jason…” she groaned.

“I thought you would be proud. I didn’t use physical violence. I’m growing!”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh.

But lo and behold, none of the protesters so much as faced their direction as they walked past.

Y/N wondered how long it took Jason to memorize all that information. Did he ask Tim to hack street cameras and use face recognition to even find all of them?

In the most messed up way, it warmed Y/N’s heart. It just showed a new angle of Jason’s protectiveness. Guess that was just another perk of dating a dangerous vigilante with too many connections and resources.

Besides his little threat, Jason hadn’t let go of Y/N’s hand since they left the apartment – even now, as they sat in the waiting room.

If he was anxious at all, he was doing a beautiful job of hiding it.

Y/N guessed that’s what happened when someone had the history of Jason. This was like a walk in the park for him.

But when they called her name, Y/N looked at Jason with slight panic.

“I can’t go with you. It’s against policy,” he told her softly. “But I’ll be right here when you get out. OK?”

She nodded.

He must’ve learned that when he was doing all his research.

“You good? Huh?” He whispered, keeping eye contact.

She nodded again.

“You’ll be fine,” then he kissed her.

Just as Y/N reached the nurse, she turned to her boyfriend again. “I love you,” she mouthed to him.

“I love you too,” he mouthed back.

———

Y/N had been drained when they finally got back to their apartment.

All she wanted was to take a nap with her boyfriend.

A couple hours later, she had finally had the energy to stay awake.

But neither of them had any interest in getting out of bed. So instead they stayed cuddled close.

“How are you feeling?” Jason asked her.

“Physically or mentally?”

“Both.”

“Physically, fine mostly. Some cramping. They said that was normal. But my period is ten times worse.” Then she sighed. “Mentally…like…I’m in control. Does that make sense?”

Jason nodded.

“And relieved. Fuck,” she half laughed. “I can’t tell you how relieved I am.”

“I’m glad.”

Then Y/N smirked mischievously. “Are you sad you won’t see me wearing those stupid overalls with a baby bump,” then she dramatically fanned her hands, “as we have a montage of us painting a nursery?”

Jason laughed at that. “OK. Well I don’t live in a fucking Lifetime commercial.” Then he smirked. “I’ll take the overalls without the baby bump, though.”

She giggled at that.

“But it’s a real shame we couldn’t have a gender reveal party and burn down all of Gotham accidentally…” Jason thought aloud.

Y/N tried to suppress a smile, “…you do realize the point of those parties is to reveal the baby’s gender and not to burn a city down, right?”

“Well, fuck.” Jason played dumb. “The only appealing part of that was the arson.”

“It would’ve been funny to fuck with people, though.” Y/N’s eyes went distant as she thought about it. “Put in black balloons or just a rainbow assortment. And just see how everyone reacted.”

“Missed opportunity,” Jason sighed.

“Why are traditions so stupid and embarrassing?”

They both laughed.

“I’d have to suffer through a stupid baby shower. And then you’d get to come in at the very end and just wave at everyone. Men really got it made, huh? Just show up, and everyone applauds.”

Jason laughed, knowing she was absolutely right. Enough of the Justice League had kids for him to know that was how it worked.

“Like those videos where dads do their daughter’s hair and everyone loses their mind and praises him. But name one time a video has gone viral of a mom doing her kid’s hair.”

“The bar’s low,” he reminded Y/N.

But then Jason watched Y/N’s smile fall from her face as she got lost in her head.

“What?”

Her brow furrowed. “Do you think I’m a bad person?”

“What?” He gripped her chin. “Absolutely not.”

“I don’t feel bad. There’s no remorse,” Y/N mumbled with as her eyes zoned out. “All I feel is weight lifted off of me.”

“Hey,” his voice was low and serious. “Hey, look at me.”

He waited for her to do what he asked. “You’re not a bad person. You hear me?”

Then he started making himself angry with the thought that anyone would ever tell Y/N otherwise.

“You know what a bad person looks like? Someone who doesn’t take having a child seriously. Someone who makes that decision half-assed, knowing they’re bringing a child into a toxic environment or that they can’t properly take care of them.”

Jason made himself calm down. “That doesn’t make you a bad person. It just proves that you did exactly what you knew was best.”

She nodded, finally convinced by his words.

Y/N reached forward and brushed some hair off his face.

Jason was so god damn handsome. No wonder I got pregnant, she thought darkly. This is exactly how she got into this mess. It was hard just to keep her hands off of him.

“If I ask you something, do you promise you’ll tell me the truth?”

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “I’ll try my best.”

Her eyes twisted into something somber and afraid.

“Do you really never want kids?”

Jason should’ve expected this question at some point.

Even though Y/N didn’t verbalize it, Jason knew that one of her biggest fear throughout all of this was that it would change their relationship. She was scared that he would resent her, that he would change his mind and beg her to keep it.

Maybe it was her tone that was really the thing that caught him off guard. She sounded so scared of what he would say.

Jason rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Not because he wanted to hide the truth by stopping her from staring into his eyes. He just wanted to make sure he collected al of this thoughts. She deserved a proper answer.

“I never planned on being a father,” the statement was unwavering. “You know how my childhood went. And I see the same thing happening to kids all over Gotham today – some of them have it so much worse than I did.”

Y/N reached forward and placed her palm on his chest, right over his heart. Without thinking, his hand went to grip it.

“But you would never be like that,” she assured him. “You’re a good man, Jason. I mean, just look at how you are with Damian – no matter how hard you try to hide your soft spot for that boy.”

“I know I can be a good father. Except before you were in my life, I didn’t know that.”

If he were really tell the truth, he would tell Y/N that without her, there most likely wouldn’t even be a Jason Todd...only Red Hood.

He looked away from the ceiling and back at her. “But that doesn’t want I want to be.”

“So you can honestly say that you never want a family? Even if wasn’t with me?”

“Y/N, look at my family,” Jason laughed. “None of us our related. Bruce is a mess of a father. His biological son was basically artificially inseminated. The butler is more like our grandma who raised us. All of them tried to take me down and imprison me at one point or another...”

He shook his head at the ridiculousness. “The point is that I know more than anyone that family can look like a million different things. And the perfect outline society has forced onto us doesn’t actually mean shit.”

He grinned. “My family is a group of vigilantes who don’t know how to quit.” His eyes softened. “And then there’s you. You’re my family, too. I don’t need add anything else for that to be true.”

Y/N couldn’t help herself and she practically tackled him into a kiss.

Jason gripped her waist and twisted them so she was straddling his waist, and his hands traced up and down the side of her ribcage.

After their lips separate, Y/N looked down at him lovingly.

She let a moment pass.

“What if I changed my mind?”

“I think you and I both know you never will.”

“But what if I did?” She insisted.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I really don’t.”

Y/N just wanted to challenge him. She wanted to go through all the scenarios her mind wouldn’t stop thinking about. She needed answers to the hypothetical scenarios that would never come to be.

“I’m not going to change my mind,” she told him certainly.

“I know, Y/N.”

She kissed him again. “Thank you for supporting me through all of this.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he scoffed. “It’s my fault.”

And he meant it. Most days, Jason had to convince himself he was worthy of her love. What kind of man would be lucky enough to have Y/N as their girl and not do everything in his power to make sure it stayed that way?

“No, it wasn’t,” she corrected him seriously. “It was both of us.”

“You can’t scare me away,” Jason told her. “Nothing is ever gonna stop me from loving you. Got it?”

She nodded.

But before she could say anything more, Jason wrapped her in a heated kiss.

He knew these questions were her anxiety manifesting itself. And Y/N had enough stress for today. So he’d turned off her mind with his touches.

She deserved a break.

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I don’t know how I managed to write yet another one of these fics. But I realized it was easier to give it a new twist since Jason Todd has a sense of humor and an edge that Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers do not. Also, he wasn’t raised in the 1930s. lol

Please, please, please let me know if you liked it!!!

If anyone is interested in movies on this topic, I highly recommend these:

Never Rarely Sometimes Always

Unpregnant

4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days

Obvious Child

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jamestrmtx · 4 years ago

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Thirteen | Waterfall (Part 1 of 4)

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Alternate Chapter Title: “Hey, (mami/papi) - Part Two”, or “Sans acts like a Latin American f*ckboy - The Sequel”

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"Where're you going?"

Frisk's voice activates an unregistered fight or flight response in you, and by that it means their voice makes you hide what you're doing like a closeted person would do with their phone when scrolling through gay stuff near their friends and family.

You stop halfway through getting dressed up and assess your situation before giving them an answer. Between the iron left next to your once wrinkled, button-up shirt and a bottle of (perfume/cologne) held up in your hand, finding an explanation as to why you're putting more effort than usual into something for your own, personal benefit is hard to do. "I'm going grocery shopping." Your words come out rushed, not wanting to be caught in a lie. "And then I'm going to meet with a friend."

"Is�� Is it a date?"

Their bluntness makes you delay on a response.

"No," you say, words weighted down by guilt. "We'll just be hanging out like normal."

Giving up, Frisk glances at your phone and smiles when a few notifications show up on screen. "Is it Sans?" they ask again, now confident.

You try not to let your gaze widen and ignore the way your heart's already racing. "...How did you know?"

"You admitted it just now!" they exclaim, pointing a finger at you. "You're just like him." An angry look falls on their face and their arms cross with each other. "What are you trying to hide now?" They huff. "You're keeping things secret from me again!"

"I'm not hiding anything, honey." You scrunch your nose and bring a hand to your forehead, tension eating it up.

You sit next to Frisk in bed and grab them by the shoulders right as you continue with, "He just…" You think about why exactly this is a thing, until you're reminded by the 'buy me dinner first' joke you made the day of the blackout. "He only invited me over to his place for dinner. I don't even see him as a friend, so I… I really don't think him as my boyfriend would be any closer, either." You catch your breath and prepare yourself to keep going. "I mean it when I say we'll just be hanging out." When you see Frisk keep quiet, you hold their shoulders tighter and try to get them to face you. "Are you worried about me?" you ask, going further back in your memories to the day Sans had seen you and Frisk dancing. "Sans, he... He told me about what you were feeling guilty over."

They freeze under your touch. A faint, concerned frown displays itself on their mouth, one they try to fight off. "And what did he say?"

Their voice is too quiet for your liking. It feels like you're threading a needle now -- except the needle is a syringe filled with sour truths and that failing to aim at your target would result in serious consequences. You have to take all possible perspectives into account: from your own, to Frisk's, to Jerry's, and every other viewpoints related to the situation. Completely adhering to one would either make you seem too self-absorbed, too lenient, too forgiving, or something else entirely.

You pass a hand through their hair and brush their bangs off their face. From there, you press a quick kiss to their forehead, allowing them to relax for a brief moment. "That you felt guilty about all this stuff going on with Jerry and me, and that it was one of the reasons why you ran away before falling to the Underground." Frisk holds you tighter, shivers, and presses their face against your chest, staying there while you talk. "He... also said you still felt bad over the last time you ran away, and over those calls I was getting from Jerry before he came over to visit Toriel's last week." You let go of Frisk, wanting them to face you. "You shouldn't feel guilty about any of that stuff, dear," you add, placing a hand on their head. "We broke up when you were way younger, and in the end, it was… It was a choice we both agreed on."

"But why did you agree?"

You don't want to answer, though judging by how close they are to tearing up, you check the time to make sure you have some left to talk a little more.

4:30 p.m.

Sans would be arriving in half an hour, and while you're almost done getting dressed up and ready to leave, your current situation makes you wish for him to be here already.

You try not to let the situation get to you; the reminder that you've left the iron on and that you still have some stuff left to do helps with that. "He..." You stall for time, far from ready to be direct with Frisk about anything related to the past. "He said he didn't feel responsible enough to look after you sometime after you were (born/adopted), but..." A headache makes you stop for a second. Tension weighs down on your shoulders, and you can feel your hands grow sweaty, a product of anxiety. "But he still came to visit twice every week until you were four. He just... wasn't ready for this, in the end."

"And now he only visits on Christmas!"

"Lower your voice," you say, words stern. "Didn't you talk with him last time? He's trying to change now."

"Yeah, but he's still being a real butt about it. I... I couldn't get anywhere with him always saying mean stuff about other people!"

You frown and quirk a brow. "I highly doubt that's all of it, even if he is that way sometimes." You sigh and try to find a way around this, only to fail with each thought that comes to mind. "It's fine if you don't trust him yet, but it's not right to-"

Frisk stands up, hands fists and feet stomping against old, creaky floorboards. A glare's present on their face, meant more at who they exclaimed about rather than at you. "He only came over last week to see who my new friends were. He... He doesn't even check up on me anymore, but then… But then he still called you all those times ju- just to say me falling down was all your fault!"

You look at Frisk in the eyes and give it your best not to frown again. "How do you know that?" It's a stupid question taking into consideration how persistent they can be over certain situations, and even more knowing they had a talk with Sans about it before having him reveal this to you himself.

"You got sad every time Jerry called, and I heard him saying it was your fault one time. But… But when I asked Sans about it, he said it wasn't something I had to worry about!"

"And that's because it's true. None of this is your fault, and none of this is stuff you should be worrying about."

"By you're my (mom/dad)!" they shout, voice breaking. "Do you- Do you really expect me not to care? Maybe Jerry visits me sometimes, but you're always here. I can't just ignore you!"

"You're not ignoring me, honey. This is something only I can deal with."

"That's what Sans said!" Frisk sounds a level or two beyond exasperated by now; as a consequence, you make it your mission not to worsen the situation by telling them to calm down while you do the same. You take a tissue and clean the sadness away from their face, though it continues to pour down no matter how many times you do it. "If… If I made it safe and with new friends out of the Underground, how come I can't help you with this kind of stuff?"

You try to find peace of mind, a challenge too big for you to take without having energy drained from your body. "Just like you made your journey through the Underground, this is part of my own journey -- I don't need your help to overcome it. Simply you being here by my side is enough."

Frisk softens up and pulls you into a hug. They murmur something against you, though you can barely hear it with how hushed they are about it. "What?" you ask, not quite catching their words.

"So… So none of this is my fault?"

You hide their face against your neck and hug them back, twice as tight. Then, you shake your head and pull them closer, kissing their cheek in the process. "Of course it's not. The first time you ran away, you were only four, and it was all because your father and I were arguing way too much about something stupid." You stop, eyes stinging with pent-up tears. "If anyone's guilty here, I think it's him and me."

The alarm on your phone rings, signaling for you to make your last arrangements before leaving off to Sans's home.

You let go of Frisk and pat their head; they smile at that, giggling when you poke their waist and tickle their sides. "I have to finish getting ready now." You turn your back to them as you make way to the dresser. Once there, you list and organize what you plan to bring with you as a 'just in case' and fix the few tear marks on your face, wanting to leave things in order as well as look your best. Though it feels silly to be preparing so much for something so simple, it provides enough reassurance for you not to back away from this at the very last minute.

You look at Frisk when you're done and see them smile when they catch you staring.

"I should be back by eight," you say, smiling back at them. "Are you really sure you're okay being left with Undyne?"

Frisk nods. "As long as she's not cooking, the house is safe!"

"Well, lucky for you, food's already waiting at the stove." You chuckle and gather your keys, wallet, gum, and pretty much every other thing you can think of inside your bag.

While you're not sure why you're nervous over meeting the skeleton at his home, being well-prepared for the occasion makes it easier for your mind to rest. Truthfully, the night at Toriel's and the motorcycle ride the day after had helped you ease in more with Sans by your side, though that still didn't mean you weren't wary around him. You check your phone when hearing it ring again, but with a different tone this time -- messages rather than an alarm, a call, or a calendar event.

i'll be there in 15 mins.

i'm already in your neighborhood, but i stopped to go look for somethin'.

you ready, pal?

I think so.

nice.

i wanna show ya somethin' before we get to my place.

Care to elaborate over what is that 'something'?

take it i'm still a stranger to you?

Somewhat.

What do you want to show me?

there's a place that sells sweets nearby.

i'm kinda there right now, just passin' by.

saw the line, and it turns out it's the new pâtisserie thing that opened up last week.

it's makin' muffet's bakery some good competition, so i went to check it out.

what kinda sweets do you like?

Well…

I don't know what's your plan, but...

I guess (f/d)'s pretty good.

then we'll go buy some there together first.

on me.

What's your plan, Sans?

Are you trying to make this a date?

You know what I said was a joke, so there's really no need for you to do this.

not really.

unless you consider it that way, i'm fine with finally gettin' the chance for us to be friends fo' realsies.

and i know you were jokin' around, but i like takin' opportunities when i see 'em.

You put the phone down and back away, needing a moment to take in the weight of the monster's words. While you're not sure if he truly means them or not, you can't avoid taking them into consideration. You want to ask why he wants you to be his friend, yet by the time you pick up the phone again, there's already another message up on screen.

i'm here.

Your eyebrows furrow at that message while your hand scrolls to see just how much time passed since he sent his previous one. It's a ten-minute interval between them both, making you question why you'd taken so long to find an answer. You leave your bedroom and rush off to the living room, already hearing the motorcycle from afar. Behind you, Frisk sits by the couch, eyes following your movements like a cat after laser's light.

"I mean it," you say, facing them. "It's not a date."

Frisk grins, props their elbows over the armrest, and rests their chin on top of their hands. They then let go of that pose, sit up straighter, and reply with, "Then why did you both bother dressing up?"

Their comment makes you look back outside to see the driver, focusing on him rather than on the vehicle he's in. His trademark jacket's gone for today, and a casual polo replaces his usual, plain t-shirt. When he takes off his helmet, you look away, feeling caught. "Friends dress up to go out. It's really nothing big, dear." You take out your phone when you hear it ring again. Another message shows through, this time by a different sender.

Made it, finally!!

It's Undyne.

Before you can reply, a few more messages pop up, her typing speed deemed worthy of a challenge.

And is that Sans outside??

I knew it. ;3c

You laugh at the sight of her last message. The little face at the end is a surprise to see with the serious image you have of her, so you associate her use of it with Alphys. With her being the one most likely to send messages like those, it's not so far-fetched of a possibility for her to be influencing Undyne in her texting style.

So THAT'S why.

If that's the case, take all the time you need, (Y/N).

I'll cover for you until the end of your date, so no worries!

Who says it's a date?

I do.

You're going over to *his* place, eating dinner made by *him*, and it's just the two of you!

What else can it be?

A friendly way of getting to know the person responsible for judging people at the Underground.

Who was also a sentry for Asgore.

And who's still a stranger to me.

That's it.

Well, geez!

You're no fun.

For now, I don't intend to be.

Again, thank you for looking after Frisk, but…

I still can't overlook what happened down there while I wasn't around for them.

Looking after them right now is the only way I can at least apologize to them for what I've done.

What do you mean?

Did something happen??

No.

I just wasn't there for Frisk when they needed me the most.

So now I can only try to redeem myself by being more strict than I've ever been.

And that includes not taking whatever this hangout thing with Sans is as a date.

So, what I'm getting at here is…

You'd *like* it to be a date??

Maybe.

I mean, I haven't dated anyone in around 6 years, so…

...Yeah.

A strong maybe.

>:3c

I see.

Please don't get any ideas, Undyne.

I really mean it when I say dating's not in my plans.

Well...

I can't promise I won't.

But I'll try. ;)

You sigh, lock the phone, and put it back away in your bag. You check yourself out in a mirror before leaving and open the door slowly, cautious of those waiting outside. Undyne's waiting by the front yard already while Sans is parked near the sidewalk, the former who grins wide at the sight of you.

"Ready to go out?" Undyne asks, grin growing. "Have fun, you two!"

Everything's fine up until you see which car she's gotten down from and who the driver is.

Papyrus.

Just as you're done adjusting to the idea of having dinner with Sans, doubts over being left alone with him surface.

Undyne's message about it being 'just the two of you' makes more sense now, and realizing you're far denser than cake with over-mixed batter doesn't help much with that, either.

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So...

I was down with the sickness for one week, then had to move out the week after, and now this week I took two missing vaccines and I'm sick again due to that, which resulted in a sudden and huge delay in my update schedule, but I'm finally back now. (Phew!)

I'm still very, very, very tired, lol. But I found out one of the main reasons for getting sick again was due to lots of stress and little rest, sooo I'll be focusing more on my hobbies (like this one!) in order to avoid anything like that from happening again.

As a result, story updates might be a lil' wonky in their schedule (until I get enough rest) but more frequent from here on out!!

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sunnydaisy1 · 4 years ago

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Flights Delayed

SAM WILSON X READER

A/N: why is this not my life??? I love Sam and this beautiful human being who sent in this request. I loved it and couldn’t wait to post this piece. Hope you like it :)

REQUEST: I saw your call for Sam Wilson requests on your arts and crafts fic, which was excellent by the way, and I thought I might send one in! How about reader as an avenger who either can’t make it home for Christmas, or doesn’t have a home to go to. And Sam stays with them at the compound and they stay up watching Christmas movies, until reader falls asleep on his shoulder. I’m a sucker for some Christmas fluff! ❣️🎄🎁 - Anon

You thanked Happy as you climbed out the car, pulling out your suitcase and shutting the door. You giddely walked towards the airport entrance, finding the right area for Terminal 2. This Christmas you were staying with your family for the first time in 2 years. You couldn't wait to arrive home and feel the familiar comfort of your childhood home and forget about the stress and panic of the world for a few days. Soon, you found the waiting area for flight 227 and sat down amongst many awaiting adults, eager to go home to see their families. You checked the flight board, smiling at the green notices saying all flights were on time and that yours left in 35 minutes. Pulling out your phone from your puffer jacket, you noticed that you had a notification from the groupchat you shared with Nat, Sam, Steve and Bucky called SPYKIDS. Sam: hope your flight is good y/n, have a nice christmas x Steve: gonna miss you at the compound :) Nat: enjoy the break lovely xx Bucky: Sam is waiting for you to reply Y/N i can see him checking his phone every 30 seconds. Sam: am not Steve: liar Sam: shut up Bucky: dont be rude sammy Sam: I hate it when you call me that and you know it 😑 Nat: not when y/n says it you don't Steve: ....exposed ☕ Sam: wish id never said anything now 🤦‍ Nat: hehe You chuckled and sent back a text Y/N: thanks guys haha, have a lovely christmas sammy x You clicked on spotify and opened some music up, putting in your headphones to pass the time. Around 10 minutes later you noticed a lot of people were starting to talk louder and there was a bit of commotion. You turned round to see where everyone was looking and your heart dropped. Snow. It was fricking snowing outside. Normally you would have been ecstatic at the sight of snow at Christmas, but right now it only meant one thing. Delayed flights. You glanced up at the flight board and saw only one flight had been delayed. Crossing your fingers and praying to any power there may be, you sat down in your chair and searched the weather on your phone. Just 10 minutes later, the airport was chaos central. Almost all flights had been delayed and the frustration of tired people was rising. You had been flicking between the glass windows which looked out over the runways and showed you the increasing precipitation to the flight board. Your flight hadn't been classified as delayed yet and you could sense everyone around you was waiting with baited breath at whether it would change to delayed. You shifted in your seat and watched with utter sadness and irritation as the letters next to your flight number switched to state DELAYED. You groaned alongside the other awaiting passengers, just hoping for a miracle so the snow would clear up soon. This frustration unfortunately didn't fade away and as the minutes passed by, you felt a christmas surrounded by family slowly drifiting away. The snow was falling heavier now and you dreaded looking at the flight board, knowing the glaring orange letters would not ease the tension in the atmosphere. You glanced down at your phone, seeing it had been over an hour since your flight was meant to have left. A sudden speaker crackled and everyone looked up in hope, "We thank everyone for waiting patiently for information on their flights. Unfortunately, the snow has not cleared and the runways are becoming increasingly dangerous. It is expected that their condition will not improve so we must regrettably inform you that all flights scheduled for today have been cancelled. Our staff will be happy to help you find temporary accommodation and we will continue to update you on flight statuses. Thankyou." At once, the airport exploded into an uproar and angry passengers stormed towards the information desks. Your heart sunk as the flight board wiped out to display all cancellations. How were you meant to arrive home in time for Christmas now? You didn't want to spend christmas eve at an airport. Tears threatened to fall from your blurry eyes as your perfect christmas slipped away. You sniffled a little and unlocked your phone, deciding that texting your mum was best. You explained the situation and you got an instant reply, stating she was incredibly sorry and that they would all miss you tomorrow. You arranged with her to fly home on the 27th so you could still spend some of the holiday with your family. Sitting back in your seat, you looked around at the mania of tired passengers and wondered what you were going to do now. You had no clue if anyone was even staying at the compound over Christmas. Racking your brain for someone to call, you decided Tony would be the best as he would know everyone's wearabouts. He picked up after the second ring: 'Hey kid, everything okay?' he asked, concern in his voice. 'Urh no not really, all flights today have been cancelled and I don't know where to go.' You replied, trying not to burst into tears. 'Oh Y/N im so sorry. I can get someone to pick you up and drive you to ours if you want, I'm sure Morgan and Pepper would love to spend Christmas with you.' You sighed at Tony's kindness but the least you wanted to do was intrude on their private time and plus, the drive would take at least 8 hours in this weather now. 'That's really sweet but the roads are jammed Tony. Is anyone staying at the compound?' 'Yeah, Sam is currently there now and Steve and Bucky are going over tomorrow.' Tony replied and you sighed in relief. 'Okay thanks, I think I'll stay there with them.' 'Okay kiddo, call me if there's anything you need.' 'Will do, merry christmas Tony." "Merry Christmas y/n." You hung up on Tony and searched for Sam's contact, clicking on it and hearing it ring a few times before his gravelly voice came through. "Y/N i thought your flight had left?" He asked and you rubbed your forehead, a headache weeding itself into your brain, "Uh no, all flights have been cancelled because of the snow." At once, you heard Sam get up and his voice fill with concern, "Love I'm so sorry, I'm coming to pick you up now." You nod and sniffle, "Okay, thanks Sammy." "No worries, I'll be there as soon as I can."He replied. You picked your stuff up, heading for the terminal exit to wait in the pick up area. You sunk down into one of the padded seats, closing your eyes and leaning back against the wall. God you hoped Sam would arrive soon. Sam walked into the pick up waiting room, scanning the huge crowd for your familiar body. He weaved in and out of people until he spotted your defeated frame, slumped in a chair. His heart sunk at your sniffling and tear-stained cheeks. "Oh love I'm here." He said as he squatted down in front of you. You opened your eyes to see his face, brows furrowed. "Sorry for being a pain." Your hoarse voice croaked out. "Nonsense. Let's get you home." Sam replied, wrapping an arm around you and carrying your bag and suitcase despite your attempts to stop him. You shivered as you exited the building into the nipping air and Sam pulled you closer, heart breaking at your shivering form. He took you over to the car and opened the passenger side, letting you slide in before shutting it and placing your luggage in the back. He climbed into the drivers side and turned the engine on, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his lap and hug you whilst you cried. But, that would cross over the boundary that clearly defined your relationship as 'Just Friends' so he had to make do with holding your hand across the console. After a while, you stopped crying and your body had relaxed into the warmth of the car, easing your throbbing head. You softly spoke to Sam, "Thankyou for coming to get me, I know this isn't how you wanted to spend your Christmas Eve." Sam chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your hand, "Its alright love, driving home a snotty girl definitely wins over watching another of Steve's movies." You laughed slightly, greatful for Sam's attempts to cheer you up. Sam beamed as he glanced at you, "how does me and you and some Christmas movies with a shit ton of food sound to cheer you up?" You smiled and looked at Sam, "that sounds lovely." When you had arrived back at the compound, Sam had told you to go and get showered and change into comfy pyjamas whilst he got some food ready and you couldn't muster the strength to disagree when that sounded perfect. You walked into your room, freshly clad in a pair of warm joggers and an oversized tshirt, feeling a lot more relaxed about the situation, knowing a Christmas spent with 3 of your favourite people would be amazing and that you would see your family very soon. Sam knocked on your door when you were finding a pair of fluffy socks, one of his hoodies in hand. "Thought you might want one of these, I know you steal my hoodies when you think I'm not looking." You felt heat rise to your face, embarassed but taking the hoodie none the less, knowing the cozy fabric and relaxing smell would calm you. "Thanks." You replied, making Sam grin. "Foods ready, where did you want to have it?" He asked, watching you tug the hoodie on. "Oh uh if you don't mind my bed is looking really inviting right now." You replied, tugging on the ends of the hoodie's arms. "Sure thing." Sam winked at you before walking in the direction of the kitchen. Your heart fluttered at the gesture and you shook the thoughts out of your head as you scooted under your bed covers and sat up against one side of the headboard. Not 5 minutes later, Sam returned, quesadillas and popcorn in hand, grinning at your swamped form in the bed. "Oh you're a godsend." You said as he handed you a plate of your favourite food. Sam chuckled and placed the popcorn on the bedside table. "Do you still want me to join you or do you want to be left alone?" He asked considerately and your stomach jumped at how sweet he could be. "No there's room for you, scoot over here Sammy." He grinned and clambered in bed next to you, his own plate of quesadillas resting on the duvet covering his lap. "So what will it be Elf or the Holiday?" You asked Sam, mouth already full of cheesy goodness. "I don't mind." He said, watching you with so much adoration on his face that if Bucky or Nat had seen him they would have shipped him off to a deserted island so they didn't throw up at the sickening love radiating off him. "the Holiday it will be then. I'm in the mood for some Jude Law." You giggled, taking another bite of quesadilla and grinning at Sam. You continued to watch the movie together, finishing your food and somehow migrating towards each other while sharing popcorn, both of you excusing it as needing to be closer to share the bowl. You were gradually growing more tired, struggling to keep your eyes open as the rollercoaster of emotions you had experienced today had wiped the energy out of you. Sam tensed when he felt your head rest on his shoulder but relaxed when he saw your dozey gaze watching the TV. His body filled with warmth at this moment you were sharing and he dared to put an arm around you, pulling you closer to him so your head was now resting on his chest. He feared he had overstepped the boundary but you made no complaint and placed your hand beside your head on his chest. A small smile flickered across your face as you snuggled into Sam, his warmth washing over you and making you even more tired. Sam watched the credits for the movie roll out and was about to speak to you when he noticed your eyes were closed and your breathing had regulated out. His heart flipped at your sleeping form and he brushed the hair out of your face, turning the TV off and moving to get up. Your hand tightened on his sweatshirt though and a soft grumble came from you, "Dont leave." You mumbled, holding onto Sam. He nodded and scooched down in the bed so you were both comfortably laying down, "Night love." He said, stroking your back soothingly, "Night Sammy." You whispered, falling back asleep. You woke up, surprisingly warm and went to stretch when you felt a hard object in your bed. Your eyelids flickered open to reveal a softly sleeping Sam sprawled out onto your bed, your legs entangled. He looked so peaceful asleep, the creases that often littered his face due to worry smoothed out and leaving him looking even more heavenly. You smiled and went to get up, suddenly feeling an arm tighten around your waist and pull you towards Sam. "Where do you think you're going love?" He murmered, voice deep and laced with sleep. Your heart pounded and you looked at Sam who still hadn't bothered to open his eyes. "It's Christmas morning Sammy." You said, laying with his arm draped over your stomach. "Exactly- Buck and Steve won't arrive for another 3 hours yet so we can cuddle for longer." Sam replied, eyes opening to look at you, a smile cheekily spreading onto his face. "What-no-" You started, not understanding Sam's reasoning at all. He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on you, moving so he was closer to you as he was lying on his front. "Just shut up and cuddle me." He said, smirking as he already nuzzled into your side more. You gave up, knowing you really didn't want to pass up the free offer to cuddle your favourite avenger for a bit longer. Maybe Christmas without your family wouldn't be so bad after all.

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lia-jones · 4 years ago

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Growing Together - Chapter Fourteen - Learning to Fly

6:00 AM

When I wake up in the morning, love

And the sunlight hurts my eyes

And something without warning, love

Bears heavy on my mind

Then I look at you

And the world's alright with me

Just one look at you

And I know it's gonna be

A lovely day-

My hand flew blindly to my phone, shutting up Bill Withers for good. Victor stirred beside me.

“Why do you have your alarm set for so early?” He asked sleepily as he pulled me closer.

“It’s time to get up.” I kissed his closed eyelids. “Chop-chop, Mr. Lee!”

Victor turned to grab his phone.

“It’s six AM.” He squinted at his screen.

“Exactly. Time for your morning run.” I beamed at him, uncharacteristically full of energy. “I’ll get things ready, you don’t need to worry.”

“I’m not running today.” He grabbed my waist, trapping me in bed. “Sleep a little longer, we’ll get ready together.”

“No, I woke up early so you could run, and you are going to run.” I squirmed in his arms. “It’s something you like and it’s good for you, you shouldn’t give up on that just because you are a father now. Besides…” I pinched his stomach. “I don’t want a chubby hubby.”

“Ouch, quit it!” He grabbed both my wrists, trying to keep me still. “I’m not chubby!”

“You will be if you don’t run!” I started pushing him out of bed with my body. “Come on, Victor, it’s sunny outside, we’re both up, there is no excuse for you not to go-”

I heard my husband suddenly leave the bed with a thump. I looked over the edge of the bed, finding him lying on the floor, an annoyed expression on his face.

“Happy now?”

7:30 AM

“We’re ready for breakfast!” I announced as I entered the kitchen with a fully dressed Owen, who was giggling with my shenanigans. “What’s for the menu, chef?”

“French toast for the beautiful lady and the short gentleman.” Victor played along, ceremoniously presenting a large plate with golden steamy french toast. “Let me get the syrup and the sliced fruit.”

“What are you having?” I grabbed the plate from his hands.

“Egg whites and fruit.” He got his plate of egg whites and sat on the table to eat. “My wife says I’m gaining weight.”

“I was joking! Have some french toast with us.” I motioned to serve him some.

“Absolutely not!” He frowned, covering his plate. “My wife is unsatisfied, I need to please her.”

“Fine, have it your way then.” I started eating, feeling somewhat guilty about my joke.

“How is your breakfast, Owen?” Victor asked. “Do you want more strawberries? Or syrup?”

“No, Sir.” Owen blushed. “It’s good. Thank you, Sir.”

“You don’t have to call me Sir, Owen.” Victor spoke gently. “Just Victor. Or Vic, like Andy does.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Owen looked down, uncomfortable. “I mean, I’m sorry, Victor.”

Victor pursed his lips, letting out a heavy sigh. I held his hand under the table. It was clearly still hard for Owen to be comfortable with him.

8:30 AM

“Do you have everything you need?” I asked Owen as we stood by the school door. “Your lunch? Your sculpture?”

“Yes, I do.” Owen beamed at me, his red curls bouncing as he looked up. “I put my playdoh ant in the plastic box you gave me, so it won’t break.”

“Well done.” I brushed his curls slightly. “Have a good day at school. Don’t forget to eat your snack.”

“I will!” He wrapped his arms around my waist. “Have a good day at work, Andy!” He turned to leave.

I noticed Victor fidget slightly by my side.

“Hey, what about Victor?” I teased. “Doesn’t he deserve a good day at work too?”

“Yes.” Owen slowly came back, extending his small hand for Victor to shake. “Have a good day.” He looked down. The look on Victor’s face at that moment broke my heart.

“You too, Owen.” Victor hesitated for a moment, wondering if he could hug his son. He touched his shoulder instead. “I’m sure your teacher will love your ant sculpture.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

The car ride to work was a silent one, as I watched my husband lost in thought, his jaw clenching occasionally.

“Vic-”

“I don’t know how to get through to him.” Victor blurted out. “It’s been a month, and he still doesn't like me. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Hey, you know what Miss Dillon said.” I caressed his shoulder. “It’s normal for adopted kids to be suspicious, especially if they had a negative experience before. Give him time, he will see the wonderful man you are, I’m sure.”

“Maybe you’re right.” He sighed. “I just need to be patient.”

“Do you want me to talk to him?”

“No, I will do this.” He shook his head. “I am his father, it’s my job to build a connection. I will find a way.”

10:40 AM

“Ok, guys, what else do we have today?” I asked my management team.

“I got the new report from Parker Company today.” Diane handed me a file. “I still have to check those numbers, but the profit is way below expected.”

I opened the file, reading it carefully. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“No, this is significantly below the stipulated in the contract. They are going to lose the investment.” I flipped through the pages of the report. “They invested in new machinery last month, they have clients, they should have made a lot more than what’s in here!”

“I’ll call them today, inquiring about these values.” Diane offered.

“No.” I got up from my chair, closing my laptop. “I’ll call Mr. Stone right away. They need to file a correct report in two days, LFG will reevaluate the contract by then. Last month was already terrible for them. I need to set this straight.” I walked to the door, addressing my team again. “You guys take a break. We’ll talk later. Kenny, bring me some coffee to my office. I need all the caffeine I can have.”

The call to Parker Company took longer than expected. Mr Stone was away on business and would only return the following day, so he left his wife taking care of the company affairs. She knew very little about the investment, let alone the software we were using to report the results. His assistant was even worse, taking forever to get me simple pieces of information. Twenty minutes later, and after a lot of time on hold, my patience was wearing thin. Something wasn’t right. I hoped it wasn’t what I thought it was.

I heard a knock. It was Kenny, my assistant.

“Mr. Lee just called to see if you were ready for the Cooper meeting.” He announced, nervously.

“Crap!” I jumped in my chair. “Tell him I need five minutes more, just finishing a call.”

With this new ordeal, I had totally forgotten about the meeting with Cooper and Sons at LFG. Yet again, despite whatever progress Goldman had made before, the negotiations were at an impasse. Jason Cooper was a very traditional man, and saw these new fancy robotic companies, as he called them, as the enemy. So naturally, when Victor told him what he had to do to secure the investment, Cooper backed away. The CEO then asked me if I could present the investment project myself, to see if I could get through the old man.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Lee, I can’t find the file you asked for…” Stone’s assistant came on the phone again.

“It’s alright, I’ll call later.” I hung up, checking the notification on my phone. A text from my dear husband saying You’re 10 minutes late .

I bolted to the elevator. Ten minutes was enough to have one of those grumpy men fuming and leaving the room. If I wanted to even have a chance of discussing the investment, I’d have to be quick.

The elevator opened with a ding. Goldman was already waiting for me.

“You are-”

“Late!” I interrupted as I ran to the conference room door, Goldman following me. “I know, I know. Plug this into the screen, will you?” I handed him my laptop as I knocked briefly, opening the door. My husband threw me a deadly stare.

“Mr. Cooper!” I extended my hand for him to shake. “I’m sorry for the delay, I was caught up in a meeting. I’m Andrea Lee, pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise. Jason Cooper, ma’am.” He shook my hand with a smile. “Let’s hear what you have to say, your husband says you’ll explain things better. Although I have to say I’m not senile, I understood it correctly the first time.” He gave Victor a sour look.

I turned on my laptop and began a more interactive presentation, allowing Mr. Cooper to pose questions as I spoke, keeping an open and amicable attitude. It seemed to work, as the old man lost the frown on his face, and started speaking more openly as well, even daring to ask how someone like Victor had nailed a sweet girl like me. Victor kept his poker face the entire time, only a wife’s trained eye like mine could see he was outraged.

“You know, my sons are the ones insisting on this, telling me this is an opportunity for growth. But I built this company with my own two hands, and the final say is mine. This is a family company, some people have been working with us for decades. I will say yes if you come and visit us, feel the spirit, see if your indications are really appropriate for us.”

“Andrea is a very busy woman, she-” Victor chimed in.

“I would love to.” I interrupted Victor. “I will check my schedule and make room to visit you this week.”

Pleased, Mr. Cooper shook my hand.

“Then it looks like we may have a deal. Bring the contract with you. I will sign it on the day of your visit.”

12:30 PM

“Mr. Lee asked for you to go to his office.” Kenny announced, panicked.

I was up to my neck in files. Not only did I have to study strategies for the incoming companies, I also had the Parker ordeal to figure out.

“Did he tell you what he wanted?” I asked, my eyes still glued to the file in front of me.

“No, I didn’t dare ask him.” He confessed. “Could you just call him? If you don't, he’ll call again and get angry at me.”

“Why are you so scared of him? He’s not that bad.” I took my phone, noticing I had several missed calls from Victor. “Damn it, I forgot to unmute it.”

“I know he is your husband, but he is scary.” Kenny gasped, suddenly realizing how honest he had been. “I’m sorry, this was out of line, please don’t tell him I said that.”

“It’s ok, Kenny, relax.” I chuckled as I pressed call on my phone. “Go have lunch.”

Victor answered on the first ring.

“I have lunch for you. Come up.”

“It’s ok, I’ll have something later, I’m really busy.” I took another file, opening it. “Thanks anyway.”

“You’ll forget to eat, I know. Fifteen minutes, that’s all I ask. Then you’ll resume work with fresher eyes.”

1:00 PM

“You need to go easy on Kenny. I think you scare him.” I mentioned, poking a piece of steak with my fork.

“I merely told him to do his job. What’s so scary about that?” Victor didn’t even look up from his salad.

“Maybe try not to sound so… Imperative.” I pointed the piece of steak towards my husband’s mouth. “Do you want to try it?”

“I can’t.” He moved away from my fork. “I’m on a diet.”

“Still with that?” I gave him an annoyed look. “I was only joking! You look fine!”

“If it was me telling you to lose some weight, even jokingly, how would you react?” He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands on his lap.

Damn. He got me there.

“I would have your head.” I admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“Since your head is still very much intact, can we agree that I am nicer than you?” He smiled mischievously.

“No, we can’t.” I closed the box containing my food and put it aside. “Because, despite my poor choice of words, all I wanted was for my husband to resume an old habit he enjoys. My intentions were good.”

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” He teased, setting his salad box aside as well.

“I said I’m sorry already. I didn’t mean it, you are still very attractive to me.” I got up from my chair, sitting on his lap. His arms immediately circled around me.

“Is that so?” His tone lowered, reading my expression.

“You know, sometimes it’s difficult for me to focus on meetings, looking at you in this impeccable suit, knowing exactly what’s underneath it.” My hands roamed his chest and abs through his shirt. He took a sharp breath, his grey eyes darkening. “Makes me want to do things.”

“And what things would you like to do?” He pulled me closer, his nose touching my neck as he breathed in my perfume.

“Right now?” I used my bedroom voice.

“Mhm.” His lips were already on my skin, making me shiver in delight.

“Nothing. I only have 15 minutes for lunch and I already spared thirty.” I suddenly got up from his lap, leaving him disoriented for a moment. “Thanks for lunch, handsome.” I pecked a very confused Victor on the lips.

“You are evil.” He smiled, even more enticed. “I’ll make you pay for that later.”

“Stop being petty with the diet thing and I’ll pay you double.” I winked as I left.

6:40 PM

“So there’s no explanation for the low profit?” I skimmed through the files again.

“Not one that I can find.” Diane sat across from me, looking tired. “And Stone is only returning tomorrow, his assistant-”

“Is useless, I know.” I threw the files on the table. “That’s it, I’m going over tomorrow to check it out myself. Kenny, book a flight to Creekwood for first thing in the morning.”

“What do you think is happening?” Diane questioned. “Embezzlement?”

“Or some debt they didn’t report and are trying to pay off with LFG money.” I sighed. “I don’t know. I’ll find out tomorrow.”

Someone knocked on the conference room door.

“Sorry to interrupt, Andrea. Mr. Lee is outside, waiting for you.”

“Go home, I’ll stay behind and try to make sense of this for a little longer.” I got up from my chair. “I just need to tell my husband I’ll be home late. See you tomorrow.”

8:20 PM

No matter how many times I looked at those files, I couldn’t find the mistake. In the meantime, Mr. Stone had returned my many calls, and I informed him I would be at his company first thing in the morning. Despite his confusion, he agreed. Giving up on the problem momentarily, I took an Uber home.

I found Victor in the kitchen cooking as Owen set the table.

“Andy!” Owen came to hug me, looking relieved to see me.

“Hello, my little bug, how was your day?” I hugged him back. “Did your teacher like your sculpture?”

“She loved it! She said it was the best presentation she’s ever seen! I even got a smiley face!” Owen answered enthusiastically. “I’ll show you, it’s in my room! I’ll go get it!”

I chuckled, seeing him so excited. Victor left the pots and plates and came to me, hugging me from behind.

“Don’t I get a kiss?” He whispered in my ear.

“I’m sorry.” I turned to him. “Yes, you get a kiss.” Our lips touched for a moment. “How was it with Owen?”

“He spent the rest of the afternoon in his room, playing.” Victor frowned. “I got him to come out to set the table.”

“Give it time, you’ll grow on him.” I caressed his chest over the black apron he was wearing. “You grew on me.”

“It took me months to grow on you.” Victor returned to plating the food. “So, did you find what’s happening with the Parker Company?”

“Yes, about that.” I grimaced, knowing Victor wouldn’t like what I had to say one bit. “I need to fly to Creekwood tomorrow, first thing in the morning. I need to figure out what’s happening exactly. And I’ll take the chance and drive to Ferriston the very next day, to visit the Cooper’s.”

“You’re travelling to Creekwood?” He tensed. “We need you here, send someone else.”

“The only person I trust to do the job is Diane, and I can’t ask that of her. She has a newborn.” I filled the glasses on the table with water. “I have to go myself.”

“You just adopted a child.” Victor retorted. “They need you at the company. Besides, I don’t like you travelling by yourself, there has to be a better way.”

“It’s only for two days, I’ll be back the day after tomorrow in time for dinner.” I looked my husband in the eyes, only to find concern in them.

“At least get that teenager assistant of yours to go with you. You shouldn’t travel alone.”

“He’s twenty-five.” I shot him a flat face.

“Yet he gets all flustered whenever I call him.” He shook his head. “No, Andrea, find another way. I don't want you to go.”

“I don’t remember asking you.” Victor’s disapproval was starting to annoy me. He flew on business every time. Why couldn’t I do the same? “It’s my job, it’s what needs to be done.”

“You’ll still go, knowing that I don’t want you to?” Victor’s disbelief couldn’t conceal the hurt in his eyes.

“I wish you were on board with this, but yes.” I said in a firm voice. “When you hired me as your CEO, it wasn’t for me to act like it only when it’s convenient to you. This is my job, my responsibility, and I think it’s the right thing to do. I’m going.”

10 PM

“You’re leaving tomorrow?” Owen shyly asked as I put his clothes for the next day on the dresser.

“Yes, and coming back the day after tomorrow before dinner.” I explained, refolding a sweater, and placing it in the drawer. “Victor will be with you.”

“For two whole days?” He seemed to panic, clearly displeased with this new turn of events.

“Come on, Bug.” I sat on his bed, ruffling his curls as he sat beside me. “Victor is not that bad. He’s a good guy.”

“I don’t know.” Owen looked down. “He looks angry all the time. He was angry at you at dinner, I could tell.”

“That’s grownup stuff you don’t need to worry about. Trust me, he will get over it soon. He’s very nice, really. Now, time to go to sleep.”

Owen climbed into bed, careful not to untuck his comforter.

“Do you want a bedtime story?” I asked.

“I can read one myself.” He made a face at me, his cute dimples showing.

“This story is not in any books we own.” I spoke theatrically. “Two years ago, I met this girl, she was roughly your age, her name was Molly. She was the one that told me this very special story about an ogre.”

“An ogre?” Owen was suddenly interested. “How big was he?”

“He was huge!” I played along, happy that I caught his interest. “He was so big he couldn’t walk straight, he always had to mind the houses and the trees beneath him, or else he would crush them all with a single step. And he had this deep voice that sounded through the entire valley and scared the animals, making birds fly off in a frenzy and bunnies return to their holes. The villagers were also terrified of him, and they would scurry into their homes as they felt the earth shake with the ogre’s footsteps. Sometimes the ogre would go to the village’s school and scare the children.”

“He liked to eat children?” The little boy’s eyes went wide.

“He never ate any of them, but they were really afraid of him!” I opened my eyes wide for dramatic effect. “Until one day, when the ogre showed up at the school’s playground. His deep voice scared every child there, except for one. A four-year-old red-haired boy, named Owen.”

“What did he do?” Owen gasped.

“Well, all the children went back inside crying, but Owen stood strong. He said, ‘An ogre will not bully me! I will show him I am not afraid, and then he will see that it’s useless to scare us with his heavy footsteps and deep voice!’ The boy stood in the playground, facing the ogre with incredible bravery. Then something amazing happened.”

“What happened?” Owen jumped in his bed, completely engrossed in my story. “Did he fight the ogre with his sword?”

“No, he didn't need to.” I shrugged. “The ogre kneeled before the boy, and puddles of water appeared by the boy’s feet. The ogre was crying.”

“He was sad?” Owen’s face fell, sadness taking over.

“Well, although the ogre was scary, he wasn’t mean at all.” I spoke in a sad voice as well. “Every time he would leave his gigantic cave, it was hoping to make a new friend. But he could never do it, because everyone would run away from him. The boy understood the gigantic creature and offered to be his friend. They played together, and the ogre taught him the secrets of the world, how to tame dragons and how the world looked beautiful and small from above. They remained friends, and when the boy grew up to be a man, the ogre followed him in many adventures, defeating evil creatures, and finding hidden treasures.”

Owen stared at me with wide eyes, the story sinking into him.

“Victor is like that ogre, isn’t he?” He looked down. “I’m that little boy, all I need to do is give him a chance to show that he’s nice.”

“Such a smart young man we have here!” I tickled his tummy, making him laugh. “Ok, make yourself comfortable, I’m going to tell Victor you are ready for bed.”

10:45 PM

The silence filled our bedroom as I packed the bag for my impromptu two-day trip. My husband was in bed, reading his book, obviously still upset with me, not dignifying my presence with a single word.

“Are you going to give me the silent treatment until I leave?” I leaned on the doorframe leading to the closet. “I don’t want to leave you in the middle of a fight.”

Victor placed his book on the nightstand with a sigh.

“I’m not giving you the silent treatment.”

“I don’t understand, you travel on business all the time.” I sat beside him, pushing the glasses up on his nose. “Why is it so bad that I do the same?”

“I don’t like to have you this far from me.” He sighed. “I’ll reschedule my appointments and go with you.” He grabbed his phone, ready to call Goldman.

“ You can’t go, who will take care of Owen?” I held his hand lovingly. “Besides, when I send you the signed contract, you need to make sure everything is in order and put it in motion before Cooper decides otherwise. Not to mention it’s investment revaluation week. Goldman can’t do it all on his own. I know it and you know it.”

“What if something happens? What if you have some kind of setback and I’m not there to help?” He squeezed my hands tight, pulling me closer. “I’ll worry.”

“There’s nothing to worry about!” I looked into his eyes, pleading. “It’s just for two days. What could possibly go wrong?”

Victor pulled me into a tight hug.

“Two days, not a second more.” He spoke firmly into my year. “In two days, I have you back in my arms.”

“You have my word.” I kissed his chest. “Two days.”

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human-trash-fire · 5 years ago

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Shot Through The Heart: CH4

I couldn’t wait to share the next chapter, so you beautiful humans are getting it early! As always mad shout-outs to everyone who is following along/ RB/ liking this fic <3 I can’t tell you all how fucking grateful I am for all of you.

special thanks to @highqueenofelfhame for previewing the fic and making me feel like it’s worth it to write!

As always the fic is available in its entirety on ao3 glam_reaper2

** IMPORTANT NOTE: The header image is 100% what Rowan imagines when she takes a shot even though it definitely didn’t go down that way.**

******************************************************************************** Aelin:

Two weeks had come and gone since she had hauled the giant box full of goodies to the post office. Fenrys told her that mail was always delayed but that he was both excited and grateful they had sent them something. She made him promise two things: one, he wouldn’t tell the rest of the cadre that a package was coming. Aelin knew that they mentioned sending the boys something, but she didn’t want them to know when. And two, they had to open their care packages ‘Yulemas style’ all sitting around, on Skype, so Lys, Elide and her could watch their faces/ get a chance to finally talk to them face to face.

During those two weeks they continued their flirty conversation when he wasn’t on mission and away from his phone. She woke up nearly every morning to a text, and fell asleep texting him each night. After the first few days they had moved their conversation off twitter, they iMessaged back and forth and had exchanged Snapchat information so they could send each-other little videos and such. Talking to Fenrys was comfortable. He found a way to brighten almost any situation, and she found that anytime she was irritated recently he could always cheer her up. She kept most of her past private, and though he volunteered more intimate details of his life he never pushed her to share hers. It was nice, if she was being honest, even if this went absolutely no where she was so glad to have met him.

Fenrys told her stories about his friends too, Aelin got the impression that he was kind of like their glue. He was the youngest at 27 (apparently Connall was born 3 minutes earlier and had lorded that fact over him for as long as he could remember). Vaughn and Gavriel were both 28, Rowan was 29, and Lorcan (Elide’s new project) was 30. He and Connall had enlisted when they were 18, they attended training in Perranth and ended up qualifying for special forces at an unheard of 19. That’s when they met the others, the Cadre. Aelin laughed so hard when she found out that’s what they’re known as in the military world, she had thought she was just being cheeky when she’d called them so in their video. That’s also how Connall had met Vaughn. Apparently, he spent 4 years pining after him.

>> So how did they end up together?

<< It was so obvious they were into each other but too ‘bro’ to say anything. Worried about “team dynamic” or whatever, because Gods know we didn’t give a shit if they’re together. Then one day we’re taking shots at a bar, Con is talking to some dude, I think he was honestly trying to get over his feelings. Vaughn sees this and gets mad jealous, slams a double shot of Johnny Walker, mutters ‘fuck it’ and storms right up to them. He grabs other dude by the shoulder, shoved him out of the way, and right as Con was about to say something he kissed him. We cheered, we all got entirely too drunk, and now here we are! It’s been 4 years and I’m so happy for them.

>> That’s fucking amazing, and honestly romantic! <3

The Cadre as it stood now had been the most elite team for 8 years, running blackops around the world. And tonight was the night she and the girls would get to talk to them for the first time. Aelin was so excited she could barely contain it, there was nothing more fulfilling than giving someone a gift in her opinion.

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Rowan:

They finally had some down time. Command had promised them 2 days, which was more time than Rowan had expected. They’d been running themselves ragged ever since they discovered Maeve was in country. There was talk about an intel operative gathering more information on her plan, but so far they hadn’t gotten the call Rowan had waited 5 years for. He wanted a green light. He wanted her dead. He was stuck waiting on orders, and had spent 2 weeks seething while they ran, in his opinion, bullshit missions up and down the sector.

It had also been two weeks since Rowan had woken up to two instagram notifications. He had, in all honesty, forgotten he had the app. Work was his life, and he was never big on social media, but there they were. It was 0330 and he reached over, seeing the notifications he clicked and his jaw hit the floor. Aelin Galathynius had not only followed him but liked one of his pictures… The oldest picture there. What the fuck? He thought as he stared at her name right below the picture. This has to be an accident, but why would she be looking this far back? He didn’t really know how to feel about it. She was stunning, she was famous, and she was Fen’s date. She shouldn’t be liking his shit on instagram. She should even know who he was.

He clicked her name.

There were hundreds of pictures, her with her friend’s, her with her dog, her with nearly every famous young person in Orynth. There were red carpet photos and vacation photos, little videos from different movie sets and links to fundraisers for various social causes. He didn’t realize he’d been scrolling through them for so long until Fenrys yelled at him for sleeping in. He quickly shut down the app and hurried off.

For the next two weeks he found himself going back to her instagram more that any healthy person should. There was something about her eyes, there had always been something about her eyes, since the first time he saw her on screen. They swallowed him whole, it was like drowning in an ocean of fire and- what the hell is wrong with you? Get your shit together Whitethorn. He chided himself. His mind was all over the damn place. Fenrys, as expected, hadn’t kept to his “no talking about her ever again” end of the bargain. Being his spotter he was with him nearly 18 hours a day, the boy never shut up. Apparently they hadn’t stopped talking, and Rowan caught him sending stupid snapchats or typing furiously with a shit-eating grin on his face nearly ever moment they were back with their phones. Everytime his face lit up, or he said something like “Aelin was saying…” he found himself clenching his jaw. He had no idea why, he was happy for Fen, this was his dream come true.

Rowans jaw hurt.

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“Wash up boys, and try to look presentable, meet me in the office at 1700. Don’t fucking be late,” Fenrys said to them after training. It may be down time, but they all still met at the base gym for a few hours of PT in the afternoon.

“What the hell for?” Lorcan grumbled. Fenrys just winked and sauntered towards the showers.

1655 on the dot Rowan walked into the office, followed by Connall and Vaughn. The others were already there, Lorcan and Gavriel looking just as confused as he felt, and Fenrys with that insufferable grin plastered on his face. He had showered, brushed his hair, and put on possibly the tightest shirt he owned with a pair of black joggers. Rowan caught his eye and lifted a brow.

“Alright you grumpy bastards, grab a chair and come here,” Fenrys instructed while pointing towards the projector they used for movie nights. It had a camera attached to the top for more official calls with command, and they often used it to Skype their families back home. Skype was pulled up now, and they all found their seats in front of the screen. Rowan sitting towards the center chair that was left open for Fen. Vaughn and Connall had taken the two to his right while Lorcan and Gavriel brought up the other end.

Fen was dragging a giant box out from beneath his desk when the familiar ringing began to echo through the room. He immediately dropped it in front of his chair and scrambled to answer the call. “Hello gorgeous,” he purred as the image on the screen in front of them came into focus. Once again, the cadre was floored.

“Hello handsome,” Aelin winked. “Gentleman” she nodded to them all and stepped back. Alongside her sat Elide and Lysandra, smiling and waving at the screen. The men sat up a little straighter, and awkwardly waved back.

“Is it ready?” Aelin practically squealed.

“Yeah! Should I open it?” Fenrys asked, and Rowans attention shot back to the moving box in front of their chairs. No way, he thought. They had mentioned the possibility of sending them something but he didn’t honestly believe it would happen. Agreeing to come to the ball was already unbelievable, but a care package? The box was so big it easily could have fit a body.

“One second. Okay so Hi, I’m Aelin, obviously, and these are my girls.” She gestured beside her. “It’s so nice to officially get to talk to you all! We’ve heard so much about you from Fen.”

Fen, she says. Like they’re close. Rowan’s jaw clenched again. He shook his head and crossed his arms, then uncrossed them because he realized he probably looked rude. He didn’t know what to do with his hands and was so busy trying to look nonchalant he was startled when he heard his name.

“Whitethorn!” Fen yelled, it clearly wasn’t the first time he’d called for him. “Say hello to the women and try and remember your manners.”

“Oh,” he cleared his throat. “Hey... I’m Rowan.”

“We know,” Aelin smiled, and Rowan was momentarily stupid.

“Okay, as much fun as official introductions are, Fen can you open the box? Inside it are smaller boxes with each of your names. Enjoy!” Aelin chimed. As Fenrys ripped open the box Elide and Lysandra started asking each of them questions. At the same time Aelin reached past the camera to grab 3 shot glasses and a bottle of Johnny Walker. Jealous Rowan thought. That was his favorite drink. Of course she would drink it, she looks like that, and shoots whiskey. Gods have mercy...

Fenrys passed him a large box, and when they each held their own he spoke again. “This is like Yulemas Ace, thank you! Can we just tear them open or do we go one at a time?” Ace? How adorable. Rowan’s eyes found Aelin’s again, and it felt like she was looking at him, but it was a giant screen and that was nonsense.

“Oh, tear in! Fen told us a little about each of you so we tried to go with things you might like. I hope we guessed right!” Aelin’s smile was like the sun, as he looked down to begin opening the package on his lap Rowan felt a rare smile grace his own lips in response. With a loud cracking noise 6 boxes popped open, and the room was filled with “NO WAY”s and “ THANK YOU”s as the cadre tore through their gifts.

On the top of each box was an Orynth Bane Jersey, they were all Ashryver jerseys (obviously) and stitched in the pro style. As he unfurled his he realised that the entire team had signed the jerseys for each of the men. He began shaking his head, this was already more than they could have ever asked for.

“The boys wanted to say thank you as well! Aideon and Ren got you all, and us, some front row, 50 yard line-” At that Elide made an unladylike snort, Aelin choked, and Lysandra glared. The Cadre was clearly missing something. Aelin cleared her throat in an attempt to recover, “50 yardline tickets. Whole VIP experience for the Adarlan game in November!” She finished, and that statement was met with cheers from all of them. The Bane was their favorite team, and while they had seen a couple games they never could have dreamt of what she was talking. Granted her cousin was the starting QB and “Ren” was his best running-back. This is insane he thought.

With the jersey, and tickets out of the way Rowan looked back into the box. Sitting right there was a bottle of Johnny Walker black label, 3 expensive cigars, a cutter, a lighter, and a shot glass that read “SSG Whitethorn reporting for Booty.” He didn’t know when he had started giggling like a school boy, but he was entirely sure he looked like an idiot.

He looked up with his shot glass in hand, and stared at the screen. The others still had their heads in their boxes, but he was looking at her. “Classic,” he wiggled the shot glass “Thank you so much Aelin.” She smiled a soft smile, and nodded.

He glanced around and saw his friends had all received a bottle of their favorite liquor as well, Connall and Vaughn were already lighting a cigar each while digging through the rest of their boxes. The smoke was sweet, and the room smelled of vanilla and burnt sugar. The girls were currently taking shots on skype and clapping when something new was unveiled or explaining why they included certain random things.

“Salvaterre!” Elide shouted. The tiny woman’s cheeks had begun to flush, she was clearly feeling the shots she had taken so far. Lorcan’s head shot up and she giggled, he sat up a little straighter, and she leaned into the camera. “There’s something a little special in there for you, you’ll know it when you see it. That’s from me. You’re welcome.” She winked and Rowan swore his friend blushed. The rest of the men had seen it too because everyone began laughing, and he made a note to try and figure out what exactly she’d sent that made him act that way.

The next thing he unpacked was a pair of super lush running shoes, Fenrys clearly had given all their shoe sizes to the women because he was holding a $200 pair of black sneakers. It was beyond too much but Aelin looked so excited when they all started trying them on, the desert ruined your shoes. The last items in the box were something else entirely. A small stuffed hawk sat in one corner, it wore a nametag: Buzzard. He raised it and an eyebrow to the screen and Aelin started laughing. “Buzzard?” he asked.

“Indeed sir. Can’t tell you why though, it’s a secret.” She slammed a shot back “You each got a little stuffed animal to keep you company on the long nights. Since you can’t have puppies in the desert apparently.” He shook his head laughing, this girl was too much. Next to where the Hawk had been laying was a wrapped package. He lifted it up and was about to tear it open when she half screamed, “WAIT! Okay so, wait. This is my favorite gift.” She had everyone’s attention now turned to him. Fenrys was laughing, apparently he knew what came next.

“Oooookayyyyyy.. I’m a little nervous,” Rowan admitted. He didn’t like the spotlight on him like this.

“Well here’s the thing, as you can see everyone got their favorite sweets,” she made a sweeping motion at the camera. “Candy is an important food group, but Fen said you don’t like sugar or something. Which by the way is blasphemous. Anyways, I asked what your favorite food was and he said-”

“MEAT ON A STICK!” The entire cadre chorused, along with all three women on screen. They were all laughing like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard.

“But I couldn’t send you a kabob, so I figured this would be the next best thing!!”

He tore open the package in his hands. Sitting there were 8 bags of beef jerky and a packet of skewers. He started laughing so hard, tears were streaming down his face, “Thank you!” he croaked between fits of laughter.

After the gifts were all opened, cigars were lit and shots were poured. The group drank and laughed for hours. At one point the girls started playing music on their end, and the Rowan found himself singing along with everyone to Bohemian Rhapsody and watching Aelin dance on her kitchen table. It was the lightest he’d felt in years. Lorcan and Elide had exchanged numbers and he could see the girl texting him from the screen. Connall and Vaughn were in the corner in matching jerseys kissing and dancing to the music on the speakers.

They eventually said their goodnight’s, and another round of heartfelt thank you’s. As Rowan half stumbled into his bed he found himself still smiling and holding the small stuffed Hawk that smelled of lavender and embers.

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aubreyxeliza · 4 years ago

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taciturn return || harper & aubrey

Rolling over promptly at 7:00am, Aubrey felt the brain floating in her head follow her body in a delay as she winced at the sun peaking through the blinds. As she unfolded herself from her covers, she saw her legs tangled up in her fleece pajamas – Got my PJs on last night… score. She belabored for a moment, noticing the residue mascara dried on her hands and sheets. It wasn’t rare that she shed some tears before bed. Sometimes, she watches videos of exploited communities totally sober on a Wednesday night before bed and just cries it out, and other nights, she lets the tears fall as she silently wishes someone else was in the other room waiting for her, or on the other line. When she was a kid, she could just crawl into the endless hallway of rooms with her siblings – or hope that her angsty musings alone in her bed were enough to trigger a cautious tap-tap-tap on the door. Instead, here she was: halfway to 28, alone in a studio apartment in Brooklyn, and still as emotional as ever.

Her phone buzzed and she jumped like she was tased. Every morning, there’s a blissful ignorance that exists for about 20 minutes. A few years earlier, she learned to turn off any social media notifications and wake up before anyone could text her so that she could have a half hour of peace in the morning – beholden to no one, not yet at least. Her heart was racing to find her phone in her sheets which were starting to resemble quicksand. Dalton – 1 missed call, 1 voicemail; (14) unread messages; NEWS: Florida man ambushes in wedding dress. Pretty typical morning. Except for the fact that of those unread texts were Harper Slade’s name hidden somewhere in the middle.

I fucking texted him? She unlocked her phone. I CALLED him? Her grumblings made her sick – but she was relieved to find out it was just a voicemail. It was so unlike her to get drunk and leave a voicemail like that. Those days were left in the disgusting dorm rooms of NYU, but then again, she thought Harper Slade was also left on Meeting House Road back home. Things keep changing. Her final grievance: I asked him… to meet me at Huckleberry? Aubrey tossed her phone to the other side of her bed, laid back flat, and let out a quick scream into her pillow.

As she brushed her teeth, she ran to respond: Hey! Sorry about that voicemail. You remember Dalton, right? Well, he never lets me pay when we get drinks and sometimes I take advantage of that. I promise there won’t be an encore tonight. See you at 7:30. Send. After putting her phone down, she felt regretful. In typical Aubrey-fashion, she ignored everything he had said – well wishes, self-awareness. It wasn’t a good start for her, and she laughed to herself remembering that first email she sent him after he reached out. The anger was still there, but she didn’t have the energy to feel it. Thanks for the kind words, by the way. Huckleberry’s a cool spot. (It’s not). See you! Send.

Her mind wandered all day. At work, she had no assignments, so she left early and told them that she just had to go check in on her nieces and nephews. “Post-partum’s a bitch,” she asseverated to her supervisor before the elevator doors closed. One day, karma would catch up to her – and perhaps that day was today after all.

Aubrey has been a script writer for two and a half years, but while she sat down to gather her thoughts about the night she was about to experience, she completely fell short. Perhaps things didn’t feel real yet. This whole time, except for 30 seconds in a crowded green room, he hadn’t felt real. Like he was just out of reach or a figment of her imagination like he used to be the first two years after he left. So now, when the clock was winding down and she was about to be with him again, she couldn’t process how she was feeling.

The last decade, she’d gone through different emotions for this moment – the first was a total relinquishment of any resentment and a fall-back-into-love dream. She used to tell her therapist, “If he came back right now, I wouldn’t even think to talk about what happened. I’d forgive him in a heartbeat,” which, for obvious reasons, was met with extremely concerned glances and registering for a couple extra sessions. Then, the peace phase: “I don’t really think about it that much. I think I’m all good!” she said, during the busiest period of her life. That treaty came to a crumble when she met a Harper at the coffee shop – a 94 year old man who would ask her for company. One day, she broke down into tears in front of him and they never met for coffee again. Then, perhaps her siblings’ favorite yet most feared, her anger phase. Sometimes, she’d walk into the house for Thanksgiving as a grown woman – 23, 24 years old – sit down at the dinner table, and exclaim, “Aren’t men just the most disgusting creatures to ever walk the earth?” Usually, she was met with commiserations and apologies from the phallic members of her family. One time, she did have to apologize – “Chandler, have you ever considered just how fucking inconsiderate it is that you kept your blonde hair all this time?” The next morning, she apologized thoroughly, and of course, blamed it on her alter ego: Brandy.

But, eventually she stopped going through the motions. Instead, the misery and memory would come and go, like a painful deep breath in. She would excuse herself to take a breath, or become catatonic for a moment, but one day, she turned 26, looked back at her life, and decided to feel contentment. What had happened… happened, and from that day one, she became a new kind of Aubrey. A more consistent Aubrey. So here she was, getting ready to meet up with the one and only Slade again, sitting with a ripped notebook paper and pen, hoping to find what she was feeling, and walking into an abyss of harrowing solitude. All she knew was that she had one goal: stay reticent.

The trek to Huckleberry was unusual for her. Usually, she enjoyed the bus ride, but tonight, she decided to walk. Leaving 45 minutes early, Aubrey walked about 35 blocks in the hope that she would find how she was feeling, but instead, empty tears welled in her eyes and went. She listened to the way her heels clicked down the streets as she tried to convince herself everything was normal. Her phone started ringing – it was Sophia. But she hadn’t filled in Sophia in almost a week, what does she say? She let it go to voicemail, and as was pretty typical for Aubrey at this point, she’d explain herself in the morning. Instead, “I’ve read that he’s, like, a decent human being now,” played over in her head. A decent human being? In Dalton’s eyes? Did he save a burning orphanage? Part of her had hoped that he had become a sort of demagogue, that she could curse him out, he’d feel nothing, and then that would be closure. But she wasn’t surprised by Dalton. He’d always been a good guy to her. Always. Didn’t make anything easier, though – certainly didn’t help when he left.

Getting to the door, she laughed to herself at the edifice. Her friends used to joke that this place was a secret brothel – the wooden panels, a bouncer you could pay off with a wink, and the watered down vodka crans. The good thing, though, was that they got busted for having underaged kids – it’s picked up since then, got new lights, repaired the leather on the seats, and was a restaurant until 11:00pm on the weekends. So, it was a pretty safe spot.

She made her way through the tight entryway, sardine-packs of people to the bar area – finding a quick table, she sat down. What kind of a drink do you order when you’re about to meet up with your high school boyfriend? She let that color her mind for a bit before settling on nothing for now. It wasn’t a date – it was.. What it was. And it would happen how it will happen. Sitting in the booth, she tucked herself into the corner of the wall. 7:24, just on time. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Aubrey said a quick prayer to herself and braced for the cruel unknown.

#...once again #I seem to have gotten carried away #i am so sorry lol i just have so many thoughts for her!!!! it's been a DECADE!! big stuff #lol. obviously the dialogue is gonna be like hi aubrey sooooo u don't have to write as much im just a ridiculous human sometimes #anyways #p: aubrey x harper

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cherryhanji · 4 years ago

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another day

oneshot. han x reader

genre: drama, super duper angsty, a little fluff at the end

words: 1.9k

warning(s): slight mentions of depressing thoughts, lonely reader (yeah, another day by jisung is quite a sad song for me, anyways, stream their latest album, go live!) (i really felt sad when writing this. But I hope u like it!)

Another day full of dejection. You got home early from your work after being scolded by your manager because of messing up in the cashier a while ago. You haven't started anything for your thesis. You just can't find the courage to do it.

Lots of problems keep on rushing to you. There's your landlady who keeps on knocking at your door asking for your two-month payment for your rent. The payment for the next semester. Money isn't only your enemy. But yourself too. You wanted to do a lot of things. But it feels like there's something that's keeping you away from doing it. It got slumped the most when the person you trust the most, left you in the middle of the battle. No words, just left you on the way. Jisung was your savior, your knight in shining armor, the man that keeps you from standing and fighting all the struggles that you face every day. Ever since you two split up, you feel like there's no reason for fighting anymore. There's a time that you just want to end it all. All of the pain, the loneliness that you feel. It almost got the best of you. Pressure from college, expectation from your parents whom you have to prove that you can be independent. Jisung leaving you. Luckily, your friends are still there. But they are also busy since all of you will graduate this year. You can't risk bothering them just to rant about your sulky and shitty day in school and work.

You opened your second hand refrigerator only to find out that you didn't have stocks anymore. Only bottles of water and a pack of instant ramen. You sighed and grabbed your only food for tonight. You decided to open your Spotify playlist to soothe your sullen feelings and to calm your mind.

You silently eat your ramen while scrolling through your phone. You got a notification from your online bank noting that you already received your salary for the past two months. Your face brightened at the thought. The salary is good enough(?) you think about your daily needs and for the rent. It just got delayed for two months because of the cafe's renovation. Lucky you, your salary for tutoring a kid from your neighborhood helped you for the past two months just to buy your food and stocks and some expenses on school.

After eating, you decided to give yourself a warm bath after work. You still don't have classes tomorrow and it's also your rest day from your work. However, after taking a shower, the doorbell rang stopping you from drying your hair. You checked the time, it's almost 10:30 in the evening. Just who the hell will visit you at this hour?

"Wait a minute!" You shouted from your bedroom and went to the door almost stumbling while wearing your slippers.

"Who is I-- Alexa? It's 10:30 already?" Alexa, your cousin, also your childhood friend visited.

"Oh hello to you too, dear. " she jokingly rolled her eyes at you and showed you the paper bags she brought.

"Anyways, I brought you some food and stuff cause I know how broke you are." She chirped showing you some of your favorite foods. You welcomed her inside and closed the door.

"How's my beautiful cousin? Is auntie still not talking to you?" She asked as she slumped on the sofa.

You sighed at her question. "Nothing changed, Lexie, she's still upset at me. And I got scolded by my manager earlier. Argh, it's my fault at all. I'm not with myself, It feels like my soul and sanity left me awhile ago. But something good happened, anyways. I got my salary for the last two months! I'm not broke as fuck. But I have to pay my rent. The noisy landlady keeps on bothering me. Arrgh" you said and drank some yogurt. It's been a while ever since you got to drink this yogurt again.

"Are you okay?" You looked at Alexa shocked with the sudden seriousness. You kept silent for a while before answering.

"To be honest, I'm not. It feels like the whole world already turned its back on me. I really want to do things. But I feel like there's no enough energy and motivation for me to do it."

"Is it because of Jisung?" You froze at the mention of his name. Yes, it is. You still can't move on. It's because you really don't know what happened why he suddenly left you. You should hate him for it. but you just couldn't. You slowly nod at your cousin. You heard your cousin sigh.

"Did you talk to him? You're attending the same university with him, right? Don't tell me he's avoiding you?"

"Yes, we attend the same university. But he's majoring in music, remember? I'm majoring in Psychology. So it means, we are not in the same building. And I bet he's doing all his might to avoid me." You blurted out.

"You're a hopeless case, dear," Alexa said

"I know.." you whispered.

"But, this is just an advice. If you have the courage, try to talk it out with him. You guys don't have the closure you need. Did you block each other's contact?" You shook your head.

"I didn't block his contact. And luckily, he didn't block mine too. It's just that he doesn't answer my calls. Maybe I need to talk to him in person. I just need to wait for the right time." You're determined. You just want to talk to him. Four months? Four months of not talking to him. Maybe you just need to wait a little time to talk to him.

"Yes, that's the spirit. Just remember dear, if you need something, you know you can call your gorgeous cousin." She said and winked at you. You just chuckled at her childishness.

You missed him, a lot. His smiles, his sweet voice, you missed everything about him. Up until now, you still don't know what happened to your relationship.

You wake up with a feeling of calmness after the talk you had with your cousin last night. With nothing left to do today, you decided to buy some groceries.

A calm and delightful night, Jisung playing his guitar and singing for you while you happily listen to his sweet and calm voice. You just love how he sings his heart out, you can feel the emotions as he sings.

Jisung put his guitar at the side and held your hand.

"I love you, y/n. to the moon and back. No one can replace you. We'll never let go of each other, okay? Whatever happens, we'll never leave each other." He said and kissed your hand.

"Thank you for being with me, Sungie. Even though I'm a problematic shit. You're always there for me. And I promise I'll never leave you too. I love you." You said and hugged him. He kissed the top of your head and swayed you as he hums a song.

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You grab a cup of coffee at the cafe near the supermarket. You take a look at the people passing by the cafe. Why does it look like they're so happy with their life? Do they have any problems at all? It seems like you're the only one who has a lot of problems. Or maybe you still don't know how to sort it all out?

While still being entertained by the walking people outside, someone cleared their throat. You suddenly turn your head to the person. You're shocked to see the person in front of you. There it goes again, the fast heartbeat, the erratic breathing as if he took your breath away. The feeling of hoping he'll stay with you again.

"J-jisung..." You called the person in front of you, almost a whisper.

"Y/N... It's.. It's good to see you here.. Can I occupy the seat?" You just nod at him. You still can't find the right words on how to answer him.

"Uhm, I shouldn't be asking this, but How are you? " he said and scratched the back of his neck. This is it. It's the right time to talk to him. Fate does its way to help you. But you can't still form any words to say to him.

"Uh, I see. Look, I'm... I'm really sorry. I mean it. I know I deserve all the hate you have for me. But can you let me explain, please.?" You just nod at him. Maybe it's good if you hear his side first.

"First of all, I'm really, really sorry for leaving you without any word. You know I love you. But you know what's my dream right? I really love to sing. So there's this agency that casted me and offered me training to debut as an artist. But the contract says there is a dating ban. I- I don't know what will I do. At first, I'm contemplating. It's hard. I love you, but I also have a dream. But I need to let go of the other to achieve one. And I'm really sorry that I sacrificed you over my dream. I'm really sorry, y/n. you can hate me. You can slap me, anything you want. I know I deserve it for leaving you." He grabbed your hand and lowered his head. You got shocked at his explanation. You're well aware of his dream of being a singer and an artist. He told you ever since he was a child, he dreams of being one. You clearly see his passion for music. That's why you understand his reason.

"But... but why didn't you talk about it with me?" You asked him.

"I'm scared. I don't know why. Maybe the thought of letting you go hurts me. I thought that not letting you know can help me. But it did nothing. I have trouble sleeping at night, knowing that you're hurting, too. I promised you I'll never let you go, but here I am, leaving you clueless as to why I left." You can feel the sadness and hurt in his voice. You really loved this man. You can't find any reason to hate him, to get mad at him. You reached out to him and caressed his fluffy cheeks.

"I understand now, Sungie." He raised his head at the nickname, that nickname you used to call him. Hearing it again makes him giddy.

"I know it's your dream. Your dream came first before me, and I don't have any right to stop you from achieving it. I'm just hurt because you left me with no word. But don't worry, I'll be okay. I love you, you know that. And I'll support you always. Be good. So that you can debut soon. And if that happens, I'll be your number one gorgeous fan." You smiled at him and held his hand. He squeezed it and smiled at you.

"Thank you, for being strong. Y/N. we can still be friends if that's okay with you. You can still love me, And I will love you. " he said. You nod at him. Hearing all the closure you two needed, a big weight just got lifted off your shoulder. Being friends with your ex doesn't hurt, right? You just need to be mature with each other. You just need to accept your fate with him.

#stray kids oneshot #skz oneshots #Han #han jisung #skz jisung #stray kids #stray kids jisung #skz drabbles

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hoekageyama · 4 years ago

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bet

↳ pairing: kenma kozume x gn!reader

↳ summary: playing overwatch with kenma when he makes a bet you can’t refuse

↳ wc: 860

↳ warnings: language, confusing gaming lingo (i explain what most of it means at the bottom of the post lol), and very very bad writing

↳ a/n: just really wanted to write kenma using my irl experiences w comp ow lmao. meaning i just rlly wanted to write him as the sweaty, dps main i 10000% believe he is hehe. i hope you enjoy reading this! i had a lot of fun writing for kenma! also sorry this is so late!! (school blows ;-; but here we are)

“yooooo!” you exclaim into your headset while tapping rapidly on your keyboard, signing into your blizzard account like you’d done a million times before

“wow, look who finally decided to hop on.” you hear kenma snicker a little at kuroo’s jeering. “hey y/n” he greets you as you feel yourself blush a little from his voice, the sweetest sound to your ears. you could listen to him forever.

minutes later you and the boys are queued up for a warm up match of casual. you opting to play support while kuroo and kenma choose to play tank and attack, respectively.

during your third match you hear kuroo exclaim defeatedly, “FUCK.. i can’t play main tank today. i can’t stop dying to that junkrat and i haven’t landed a single shatter this game!”

“sorry tets, i can pocket you more, to make it easier on you.” you suggest while using mercy’s ultimate ability to fly over to him quickly. you manage to save him from dying to yet another attack from the enemy team’s junkrat, along with healing your entire team in one go.

after a while kuroo leaves the two of you to play on your own with the excuse that he forgot he was supposed to help his grandmother around the house today. “hey y/n, how about we switch it up this round. you play attack and i’ll tackle support.” kenma mentions a little quieter than usual tone.

“uh sure ken, but why exactly?” you chortle to disguise your confusion at the random suggestion. “i’d just like to see if we could pull off a pharmercy like we normally do, but y’know just.. with a better mercy.”

“wait... are you saying that you think you’re a better mercy than me? i literally main mercy, kenma, what are yo-” “you said you didn’t have her cute spray, right?” kenma interrupts your tangent, leaving you just a little more bewildered. “i mean, yeah... but what does that have to do with anything?” you ask, scratching your head in confusion.

“neither do i, but i bet you i can get it in one game.” you can practically see the shiteating grin plastered on his face on the other side of the screen. kenma was always leagues better at any game the two of you played together. he never bragged or talked down on you, so this new attitude seemed very out of place.

after a beat of silence, kenma finally adds “look i’m not saying you’re a bad mercy, ok? what i’m saying is…. why don’t we have a little bet? if i manage to get her cute spray in one match, i win. if i don’t, you win.”

“what do i get if i win?” you ask, while playing with your hands absentmindedly. “if you win, i’ll take you out to dinner anywhere you’d like, my treat.” the blonde answered confidently through his headset.

you feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of a date with kenma. you two had been friends for years. you both somewhat knew how the other felt through kuroo’s incessant whining over the two of you “pining” for each other, but there was never any way to confirm or deny his accusations. “so like, a date?” you sputter out, suddenly very shy.

“precisely that.” and with that confirmation, you find yourself growing eager to play another match. “you better be ready to cough up some money, blondie. i’m in the mood for some grade a sushi tonight.” you giggle while warming up your hands for the next game.

“let’s switch accounts real quick.” kenma quickly suggests as you’re about to queue up another match in competitive. “uh.. ok sure.” the suggestion leaves you questioning his intentions, but you decide to save them for later. not wanting to delay your games any longer than needed.

as time passes, you find that kenma hasn’t really been talking much, fully concentrated on winning this bet. “hey, you never mentioned what you get if you win! i’d like to know if you plan on making me fork over some money for food ahead of time.” you say giggling quietly as to not distract him too much. “oh, that’s a surprise. you’ll see.”

sighing defeatedly, you see your character get torn to shreds by the enemy team’s genji, “pudding head, i’m down. do you have a rez ready?” “i got you. haha what’s wrong? can’t handle that little green man?” he laughs at his own very shitty jeering. “very funny. ..how’s that spray coming along anyway?” you ask, moments later seeing the match come to an end.

“you can check it out, but i’ve gotta go. i’ll text you.” he says in a very hurried tone. as you open overwatch back up with your own blizzard account, you see the achievement notification “huge rez” pop on your screen. as the corners of your mouth upturned in a big smile and heat dawned your cheeks, you feel your phone vibrate on your desk.

turning it over, you see a new notification displayed on your screen.

puddin✨: i’ll pick you up in 30. be ready for me, yeah? kinda feeling sushi tonight.

here’s a lil reference for the words in bold above:

shatter — reinhardt’s ultimate ability; allows him to swing his hammer and drops all enemies in his way, demobilizing them for a few seconds

mercy’s ultimate ability — valkyrie; allows mercy to fly for a certain amt of time, and grants her the ability to heal/damage boost her entire team all at once

pharmercy — overwatch league players (aka ppl who actually know what they’re talking abt lmao) explain what it is here; simply it’s the use of both pharah and mercy together (idk the video shows how it works lmao, this is very very old meta)

mercy’s cute spray — looks like this; unlocked for the player by successfully reviving 6 players without dying in a single match

rez — a term for resurrection; one of mercy’s abilities

huge rez — the achievement name for unlocking mercy’s cute spray

— hoekageyama ‘20

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laughingupfromhell · 6 years ago

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My Gillette Experience + Pre-Show M&G. 7.28.18 -- Extended Edition

I’m sorry this has taken so long to post, but it’s literally so hard to get my thoughts together because I’m still so overwhelmed by the fact that this even HAPPENED to me. I’d convinced myself it wasn’t in the cards, that Taylor didn’t know me, and that I needed to find a way to be okay with never meeting her. But then, IT HAPPENED. (I’m going to write the whole story from the time I got the DM and it’s going to be really long, so if you just want to read the Taylor part, I’ll write it in bold so you can skip to it easily. Just keep scrolling. I’m just posting the long version so I can look back on it whenever I want and never forget anything. I’ll post just the Taylor part individually too in case you don’t want to hunt for it.)

Friday, July 27th, I had the worst day at work. I work in a cafe, and the AC was out in the kitchen which made the entire place SO hot. Literally, it was 92 degrees in the building and we had the ovens on. I live in Florida, so it was disgusting and I felt so sick. We were shorthanded, I was stressed out about my flight, dealing with some pretty intense anxiety about meeting people I had never met before because I’m shy af, and just overall feeling kind of bleh despite being so excited for the concert the next day. I found out as I was on the way to the airport that my flight had been delayed nearly three hours and that set me into panic mode, because it would put me in Boston around 2 in the morning instead of 10pm. Eventually it got pushed back to only an hour delay, which made me feel a little better, and I passed the time in the airport just walking around the shops and scrolling tumblr. Jaime @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes texted me to tell me that one of my best friends Meredith @meredithswift had just met Taylor and I was SO excited for her because I’ve known how much she wanted this since we started talking in 2008. Jaime was like “you next!” and I was like “noooo, it’s not going to happen for me.” Taylor was intent on making me look like boo boo the fool.

Right before I boarded the plane, around 8pm, I took a selfie at the gate because I was bored and tagged Taylor in it on tumblr and said “I’m coming for you, Taylor!” I didn’t even know she was online, and she never liked the post, so I didn’t think anything of it after that.

I boarded the plane, but there was a RIDICULOUS thunderstorm going on so we sat on the tarmac for nearly two hours, and I had been DMing back and forth with Jeannine @it-feels-like-a-perfect-night all day, so when I saw a notification on tumblr, I thought it was her...until I opened it and it said taylornation. All of my internal organs came flooding out of my ass in that moment and landed on the plane floor beneath me, not clickbait. I literally didn’t believe it was real for a whole hot ass minute because things like this do not happen to me and I was LITERALLY sitting on a plane about to go to Boston so WHAT WAS HAPPENING??? I open it, and they asked for all my information, and when the best time to call was. I was like????!!!? I’m LITERALLY SITTING ON A PLANE LESS THAN 24 HOURS BEFORE MY SHOW AND YOU WANT TO KNOW WHEN THE BEST TIME CALL IS???? YESTERDAY???? I ALREADY HAVE MY BAG CHECKED, I DON’T HAVE TIME TO BUY ANOTHER OUTFIT, I LOOK LIKE A RAT!!!! So obviously I said “I don’t land until midnight but anytime after that, thank you so much!”

At this point I’m in such shock I literally have no reaction other than to stare unblinking at the seat in front of me and go into full body tremors. I’m pretty sure the girl next to be me on this flight thought I was scared of flying or something, because I was literally shaking so hard I could hear my teeth chattering together. My heart rate shot through the goddamn roof. If you don’t believe me, here is a helpful graph from my Fitbit. I hit 117 BPM from 58 BPM. I’m pretty sure that is indicative of an actual heart attack.

I didn’t know what to do, so I immediately texted my mom and I KNOW it says the message is confidential and you’re not supposed to tell anyone but I needed my mother to know that if her only child died mid-flight, it was taylor nation’s fault and to tell Taylor I loved her. It was VITAL. The southern jumped out -- I literally haven’t called her mama since I was 10, I don’t even know.

I also told my friend Lindsey @lskbe because I once promised her she’d be one of the first to know if it was ever going to happen and she was a GEM even though she DIDN’T ANSWER ME RIGHT AWAY BUT ANYWAY!!!! (screenshot provided by her). She made me a playlist titled 7.28.18 on spotify and everything for the occasion because she is extra and I love her.

I spent the next 2 1/2 hours literally trying not to pee myself with anxiety and excitement because then of course I start thinking WHAT IF THEY FORGET TO CALL? What if it’s just merch? What if I’m boo boo the fool? What if this isn’t real life? Then we hit turbulence and my thoughts turn darker like WHAT IF THE PLANE CRASHES AND I DIE BEFORE I MEET HER? I literally had to make Jaime reassure me multiple times that turbulence wouldn’t make the plane crash and that I would survive. We love her logical brain. So obviously now that I’ve stopped panicking it’s time to take selfies to post later.

I finally make it to Boston and at this point I think I’ve dissociated because I just can’t even think about it anymore. My brain was on overdrive and I didn’t even know how to process. It was either shut it down or shout it from a rooftop and I COULDN’T TAKE THAT RISK.

I got to meet my sweet honeys @straightlinedownx and @heypay FINALLY and it’s up there in my top ten best moments of life. They’d just gotten home from Night 2 so they were pretty spent and it was 1:30 in the morning, so we all headed to bed, but if you thought I was sleeping, you’re WRONG because I was literally peeing every half hour because I was so nervous and excited. I was like a chihuahua I swear to god. I was talking to Brittany @messthatuwanted for most of the night trying not to be suspicious and I guess I did a pretty good job because she NEVER FOUND OUT until I wanted her to. Which is what her snake ass deserves tbh. I literally didn’t get to sleep until 4:30 in the morning and then I woke up at 6:45 am and was like...well they said they’d call me in the morning, and technically it is morning, so I should stay up. Clearly logical. Obviously. We love anxiety. I couldn’t turn the ringer on for my phone because I was sharing a room with people and I didn’t want to wake anyone up so going back to sleep was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

I spent most of the morning internally exploding, and I eventually told @heypay because I needed someone to tell me I was being crazy and that they would call and she did a very good job at this, so thank you Paige, you’re the love of my life. We were all laying around, relaxing, watching Lejla and Liana’s pet rabbit eat a salad, you know...typical things friends do, when I got a call from a NYC number and shit my pants. I got up from the floor so fast and ZOOMED to the kitchen and Paige followed after me and practically shoved me out of the apartment door so I could have some privacy lol. It was Sydney from Taylor Nation and she was a sweetie and asked how my flight was and and rambled on about delayed flights and I was like....I literally do not care, I’m so sorry, please tell me what I NEED TO KNOW WOMAN I AM DYING!!!! Eventually she cuts to the chase and is like “have you ever had an opportunity before?” And I was like um...hehe..it depends on what you mean by an opportunity because I REALLY JUST WANTED HER TO SAY THE WORDS and she was like “have you ever met taylor before?” and I was like NO!!! I HAVEN’T!!!! At this point I’m shaking so hard I had to lean against the wall for fear of falling down the stairs because THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING, HUH? Then she asks if I’m going to the show with anyone who hasn’t had an opportunity before and I said YES, my precious baby Emily @straightlinedownx. So she asks for Emily’s information and thank god I had checked her facebook to find out her birthday before just in case they asked (since they asked for mine) because IT WAS A STRESSFUL TIME. So she tells me I’ll get a DM within the hour letting us know when we’re verified and where we should pick up our envelope between 4 and 5 pm and I’m just saying thank you over and over and over again because WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO LIKE WTF IS EVEN HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!

So in my head I had this beautiful thing planned for how I would tell Emily she’s meeting Taylor, but it turns out beautiful plans can’t happen when your brain is literally exploding, so instead of doing this elaborate thing where I filmed her reaction and everything, I just went over to where she was lying on the ground and kicked her. As friends do. She turns around and I’m like “Come. Here.” I was probably terrifying, I’m so sorry Emily, but I didn’t KNOW WHAT TO DO. So she follows me out to the kitchen and WHAT DO YOU SAY OTHER THAN WHAT IS HAPPENING???? SO I JUST SPIT IT OUT AND SAID “We’re meeting Taylor” and she deadass goes “No we’re not.” Just so casual. And I’m like “We are. We’re meeting Taylor tonight. I got a DM on the plane and they just called me. I’m bringing you. We’re meeting Taylor.” AND THIS DUMB BICTH GOES “ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO BRING ME????” AND I’M LIKE “BICTH YES????? OF COURSE I DO???” And then she just kept doing this the rest of the day and it was my favorite thing. Here she is in Starbucks ten minutes after finding out.

So we spent the rest of the day obsessing over make up and hair and we headed to the stadium around 2 PM because we wanted to make sure we had plenty of time to meet up with people and buy merch etc. Here’s us waiting for our ride (photo credit to angel @iknowplacesclean and a big thank you for letting me stay at your apartment spur of the moment!!!)

We met up with Steph ( @thesethingswillchange), Leyton, Jess ( @jtmaster13) , and Sammi (@slytherinraven13) and I got to tell them all what was happening and they were SO happy for us because they’re literal angels on earth.

Once we made it to will call and gave them our names, THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT so I started to panic, naturally, but it was chill because they found it eventually and we immediately started taking pictures with the paper. Some nice lady offered to take one for us, bless her, because the struggle was so real.

By this point I had told all of my friends but Jaime @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes and Brittany @messthatuwanted because I was planning on snaking them the way they snaked me when they met Taylor, and it brought me the greatest joy in life since they both thought I was incapable of it. Little did I know that Jaime was on her way to SURPRISE ME AT THE SHOW which was a MESS since I was in REP ROOM WHEN SHE WAS LOOKING FOR ME! But more on that later. So we met @ninetay89 at will call and we were all so excited for each other because honestly it’s what we all deserved and we just kind of hung out, waiting in line for the gates to open and that’s when Meredith @meredithswift came RUNNING towards me full force. Meredith and I met when we were 13 and 15. We were each others first online friends, and we became full blown stans together. She was the one that convinced me to make a taylor tumblr blog in the first place way back in 2010. We’d never, ever met before that moment and it was honestly one of the highlights of my entire life. I love her with my whole entire heart and it was one of the best hugs I’ve ever gotten. We didn’t let each other go for like 3 minutes. It was great.

The gates finally open and me and Emily ZOOM up to the 100 level bathrooms to fix our make up because the humidity was KILLER and we were legitimately melting. Then we had to run back down the stairs to meet at the bottom of 129/30 and met up with @sunflowershealing and she was SO sweet! I’m so glad we got to meet!

So a security guard comes up to us and tells us we’re actually supposed to meet at the TOP of 129, which isn’t what the paper said but it’s FINE, so we go up MORE stairs and it’s honestly beginning to feel like gym class now but it’s fine because I will do hours of cardio for Taylor Swift if need be. So we go up only to be told to go back down the stairs AGAIN because what is organization and they give us our wrist bands and we’re GOING TO REP ROOM BITCHES.

Let me just say that I was chill literally the entire day. I was excited, yeah, but I wasn’t nervous or anything. Even when we got to Rep Room, I was totally fine. But when I saw the Rep Room doorway, I was jumping up and down like a five year old because how was this REAL LIFE? I never in a million years thought when Taylor shared the fact about Rep Room and showed us the inside that I would ever see it in PERSON. And here I was, walking through the arch??? SOUNDS FAKE. So we get in there, and there are three polaroid cameras sitting on a table next to the throne, but I wasn’t sure if we were allowed to touch them since I’ve heard that a lot of pre-show meet and greets weren’t allowed to do much in rep room. So Emily and I just kind of hang out next to them and hope for the go ahead, which Steph from Taylor Nation eventually gives us and then she has to help our dumb asses put film in them because we’re USELESS. But it’s fine. We take pictures on the throne first, and they came out so iconic honestly I will never take a better picture.

Obviously I had to take a picture with the iconic rainbow dress.

My one singular complaint about the polaroid idea is that rep room is SO dark and it doesn’t really work well with the film.

There was water, coke, diet coke, and sprite available to us, but not the booze or the cookies that were in previous rep rooms. Probably because it’s pre-show or because there wasn’t media that night, I’m not sure. Anyway, we’re able to mingle for about 8-10 minutes maybe? Maybe shorter than that, but Steph tells us to put the cameras up and line up. We were third from last to go in of about 5-6 groups. I’d say there were about 10-12 people in there. I’m pretty short, so I couldn’t see Taylor when they opened the curtain to let the first group in, but I heard someone say “She’s wearing the purple Olivia shirt” and I was like...I literally hate her. Everyone keeps talking and I just wanted them all to shut UP so I could HEAR HER SPEAKING. Eventually, we’re a few groups from going in and I hear her laugh and that’s when it really started getting real. This was really happening. I was about to meet Taylor. Surprisingly, I managed to STILL hold it together. Right before we went in, “Type” by Todrick Hall comes on and I was screaming because I KNEW that would be her favorite song on Forbidden.

So they open the curtain and she’s standing RIGHT there and she opens her arms so wide and goes “oh my god hiiiiii” and without hesitation I just go right into her arms and wrap her up so tight and said “Hi, I’m Megan!” and she starts laughing and goes “I know! I picked you last night, I see your posts all the time, I saw your selfie like I’m coming for you...and I was like I’m coming for you, I sent your post to TN and was like I need her, bring me her.” Literally I wish I could describe in detail the noise that came out of my mouth when she said I know, because it definitely wasn’t human. I was like “YOU KNOWWWWW???” But i literally growled it like some kind of rabid animal, I’m SO sorry, Taylor. That was the first time I lost my chill, which surprisingly only happened twice.

As soon as she drops that bomb on me she turns to Emily to hug her which is what she DESERVES but I was so shook by what she said that I was leaning in for another hug but her back is to me now so I kind of halfway climbed her back I HATE MYSELF. Like my hand was gripping her shoulder and my other hand was pressed against her back and I had to physically talk myself off the ledge like BE COOL BITCH, BACK UP, DON’T BE WEIRD! So I just subtly slide my hands off of her and step back...only to embarrass myself further by stepping closer to Emily, aggressively rubbing her back and shouting “THIS IS EMILY! WE LOVE HER!!!!” Honestly what the fuck is wrong with me? She goes “Thank you guys so much for coming!” And I literally PANTED out “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR INVITING ME!” Literally I was malfunctioning. I needed to be rebooted.

She turns back to both of us and shimmies her shoulders because she clearly wants me dead and goes “Sooooooooo....” and without hesitation I go “We need to talk about ‘Look What You Made Me Do’” and she’s like “okay, what do we need to talk about?” And then...I did it ladies. I literally told her I didn’t get the joke when it first came out, it flew right over my head and I thought she was being serious about the old taylor being dead and I was so worried about her that I threw up in a parking lot. She goes “Oh my god WHAT? That makes me so sad!” But she was laughing so hard, she threw her head back and covered her mouth, and for a split second I’m like DID I HURT HER FEELINGS??? DOES SHE THINK I HATE THE SONG??? So I was like “NO NO BUT I LOVED IT!” and she goes “You threw up!” And I’m like “BECAUSE I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU! I WAS LIKE IS SHE OKAY????” And she literally can’t stop laughing, she’s doing that stupid dolphin laugh she does and I literally wanted to smoosh her face between my hands because I adore her so much and she is so fucking cute and GOD I WANT TO DIE. So she goes “I was literally climbing out of a grave dressed as a zombie, you didn’t get how that was supposed to be funny???” And I was like “NO, I understood it was a joke when the video came out but for a whole week before I didn’t get the joke!” And she goes “Ohhhh, when the single dropped and you listened you were like WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER???” And she just kept laughing like honestly what the fuck is my life? I made Taylor Swift LAUGH? ME??? (Emily said everyone in the room was laughing, like the security at the door and everything I literally want to jump off a cliff.) So I was like “YES EXACTLY! I was like is she okay? I’m so worried about her, I need to know that she’s okay!” And she like...touched my arm and goes “But you’re okay now, right?” and made the most INTENSE eye contact like...if there is one thing I will say about meeting her, it’s that she keeps eye contact with you the WHOLE time and you know she’s hearing everything you say, she’s paying attention to every word and you KNOW she cares. And I’m like “yeah! I get the joke now, I get it, I swear!” And EMILY GOES “I don’t think she’s okay...” like honestly... drag me.

So I attempt to change the subject and the bitch CUTS ME OFF and leans in to me, looks down at me with this smirk on her face and goes “....do you need me to explain the joke to you?” like she was TEASING me, but I was being DRAGGED. I was like “NO, I get it now! I get it!” BUT SHE EXPLAINED IT ANYWAY. She explained that the whole concept of the line came from how people were saying Taylor Swift is over, she’s dead, and she was making fun of the whole cancellation culture that social media and media in general has, so she decided to just be like “Ohhhh, cause she’s deaaaaaad” (and she said it in the funniest, whiniest mocking voice I literally can’t stand her) to show them all how stupid they sounded when they said things like that. To paraphrase because I don’t remember exact wording, she said that’s really just the whole tone of the album, reputation, itself. That there are a lot of things that go into building a reputation, but that a reputation isn’t real, it’s a perception that can be formed by any number of things, true and false, but isn’t always based on what is actually happening. It’s fake, just like the old taylor being dead is fake, it’s a joke. I think the entire time she was saying this I kept repeating “No I get it, I get it” because I wanted to be sure she knew that I got it, but I think she really just wanted to explain it in general and I’m so glad she did, because I loved the insight. And then she goes “BUT IT’S SO FUNNY NOW because they’re like ‘What is she doing with the snakes? Why is she doing that? She’s so annoying!’ And I’m just like BECAUSE YOU TWEETED IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN EVERY SINGLE DAY! YOU’RE JUST MAD BECAUSE IT DOESN’T BOTHER ME ANYMORE!” And I shit you not, she was literally screaming this in my face, and acting like she was scrolling through her phone and laughing like...I was scared lmao. I just kept saying “I’m so proud of you, you just took it back, it’s what you deserve!” God, she’s so pretty when she laughs I can’t stop picturing it and hearing it and I don’t know where I could possibly go from here, I’ve peaked.

She turned to Emily then, and I’m not going to share what happened there because it’s Emily’s story to tell, but I’m literally so happy that she gave her the love she deserves. The moment they shared touched me so much.

When she looked like she was stepping into position for a photo, I suddenly flashed back to everything my friends who had met her already told me -- that if you stop talking, the M&G will end, but if you keep talking, so will she, so I sort of side stepped and started talking to her about how I’ve dealt with some pretty toxic relationships in the past couple years, and how it breaks my heart to think she’s ever felt the same way as I have in those moments of vulnerability and hurt, but that I was so thankful for songs like Dear John and Better Man because it made me feel less alone. And she goes “it’s always nice to know that you’re not alone in feeling the way you do, I totally get it. But that’s why we’re all here, isn’t it? That’s why we come to a stadium and we sing and dance and cry (we said cry at the same time, what kind of shared brain bullshit?) with each other, because we understand each other. We have that connection.”

From there it got a little personal for me, and I want to keep that for myself, but she gave me the biggest, tightest hug and said some of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me and I’ve never felt more loved in my entire life than I did in those few minutes in a room with her. She said “I love you sooo much” and I said I loved her too, and then she asked what we wanted to do for a picture and Emily goes “I wanna do a smoosh...” because she’s the cutest person that has ever BREATHED and Taylor looked so confused so we both said at the same time (at the suggestion of Paige) “Can we do a Taylor face sandwich?” and she got so excited and was like “YEAH, I’ll smoosh your faces to mine!” So we got in position for that I knew I grabbed onto her, but I didn’t actually know what part of her I grabbed, I think I was reaching for her hand forgetting that her hand was on my face LOL.

Anyway, we got our picture, she told us she loves us and hopes we have fun at the show and that she was so happy we were there and Emily manages AT THE LAST SECOND to go “CAN YOU PLAY COME BACK BE HERE.....please” and I’m like “Yeah, like....tonight.” And I felt so bad because I know I sounded so forceful and I DIDN’T MEAN TO. And she goes “Well, I can’t tonight because I promised someone else I’d play a different song, but I promise I will play it at a show soon, I know how much you guys want that one, I promise.” And we thanked her and told her we loved her and took our autograph and our dignity and got the hell out.

I remember I was shaking when I came out of rep room, but I wasn’t freaking out really. I was still pretty chill. Chiller than I expected to be. We got about halfway back to her seats and I screamed “WHAT DID SHE SAY???” because for about five minutes, I blacked out completely. It was such a whirlwind of emotion that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to feel again. When we got back to our seats, the sweet angel that is Steph came over to me and asked how it went and I managed to get out “I said Hi, I’m Megan and...and....and...” and then I completely LOST MY SHIT and started SOBBING in Steph’s arms. I literally could not process that she KNEW WHO I WAS! I’M A LITERAL GARBAGE CAN! WHY DID SHE KNOW ME??? WHY DID SHE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT? WHY DID SHE LAUGH SO MUCH? I COULDN’T PROCESS!

Steph: Meg, Taylor wanted to meet you, how do you feel?

The sobbing didn’t last long and I recovered just in time to meet my sweet baby Lauren @iknowplaces13 which I was SO EXCITED FOR! She was so happy for me and such an angel BUT THIS WASNT THE END OF THE ANGELS because JAIME APPEARS OUT OF THIN AIR TO SURPRISE ME (even though Dani @screamedsooloud ruined the surprise by accident but it’s FINE) and at this point, I still haven’t told Jaime that I met Taylor and I’m squirming trying to get out of the vice like hug she’s giving me so i can pull up my sleeve and show her my wristband LOL. Eventually she lets me BREATHE and I yank my sleeve up and go “SURPRISE, Snake!” and she literally is the blinking man gif, just no actually expression, raises her eyebrows, looks down at it and back at me and just goes “....when?” and then LAUNCHES herself at me because she is the sweetest, purest bean on the planet and was so genuinely happy for me. She’s listened to me cry about how I was sure this would never happen for so long and she kept telling me she was sure it would happen in Tampa and it was SO fun to outsnake her for once. I started telling her the story and every time I’d tell her something new, she’d tackle me again, it was so PURE. I love her with my entire heart.�� Here’s a picture after I’ve cried all my eyeliner off.

And then I snaked Brittany @messthatuwanted for snaking me because it’s what she deserved:

The show was obviously amazing and we had great seats near the B stage and were able to make it to barricade, which was such a highlight to an already amazing night. I danced so much and sang at the top of my lungs and had a full on breakdown during long live that Emily the angel had to hold me through because I literally could not cope. Just full on sobbing for half the song. I had so much fun with Emily, Steph, Jess, Sammi, Leyton, Lejla, Sarah, Paige, and everyone else I spent time with this weekend. I’m forever grateful to Taylor for bringing so many amazing people into my life, I don’t deserve any of you and I can’t wait to reunite with 99 percent of the people I met at Gillette in Nashville.

I quite literally had the time of my life with you, @taylorswift. Thank you so much for loving me like I love you, thank you for loving my friends and for bringing them into my life. I’ll never forget you as long as I live.

#7.28 #rep room #rep room story

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cbk1000 · 3 years ago

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merrysithmas oh no did they lose something?

Uuuugghh it’s a whole ordeal.

So, I’ve had two packages sitting in town for almost two weeks now; one that is actually a birthday present for Mr. Jenn (his birthday was the 9th, btw), and one that’s for me. UPS keeps updating the tracking info every day with an ‘out for delivery’ notification, then changes it to delayed due to emergency weather conditions. We had some snow when the packages arrived in town, but all the roads out here are plowed and nobody’s had any trouble getting in and out. I’ve seen FedEx out and about delivering stuff in our neighbourhood. This is annoying anyway because I paid expedited shipping for Mr. Jenn’s birthday present to try and get it here on time, it arrived several days before his birthday, and still hasn’t been delivered a week after his birthday.

Thursday last week we got like eight, nine inches of snow overnight, so things were dicey that day, but they plowed the road again, and it’s been warm enough each day to keep steadily melting a bit of snow, and the roads are fine. They’re almost completely bare, aside from the occasional patch of slush here and there. No problem getting out here. They still won’t deliver. Same deal; every day the tracking info gets updated to ‘out for delivery’, and then around the delivery time it gets changed to delayed for emergency weather conditions.

Earlier this week I ordered something from Amazon for my sister’s birthday, which is tomorrow. They almost always ship via the post office, so I didn’t worry about it. I got one package for her that the post office delivered, and then when I checked the tracking for the other, realized it had been sent UPS. It was supposed to be delivered yesterday, but of course it never showed up. I talked to her this morning and explained the situation and that I doubted I’d have this package in time for her birthday. She told me our parents were having the same issue, and that if I wanted, I could go on their website and change the delivery address and re-route all our packages to her address, since UPS is delivering there and she’s less than ten minutes away; our parents did this and were able to get their package.

Ok, great. I jump on the website; it’s glitchy as hell. I leave it for an hour and come back and try again, and it’s working. I go to change the delivery address, and they want to charge me fifteen fucking dollars per package to re-route them. I’m not paying $45 just to get my fucking packages delivered, which is their goddamn job in the first place. You can get a premium account on the UPS website which is $20 for the year and you get unlimited delivery changes without paying any extra fees, plus extra benefits that I don’t give a fuck about. I hem and haw over getting an account because I hardly get stuff shipped to me through UPS, but I also can’t pick the shipper, so I figure since this might happen again, I might as well pay for the stupid account because the UPS depot is quite a ways out of our way and this is easier. So I change the address to my sister’s address, the tracking info updates to say the receiver has requested a re-route to a different delivery address, and it will be delivered today. Great.

Then I try the same for Mr. Jenn’s present and my package--and the website gives me a little message that I have to wait till they make a delivery attempt before I re-route the packages. YOU WON’T MAKE ANY DELIVERY ATTEMPTS YOU FUCKING MUPPETS THAT’S WHY I’M TRYING TO RE-ROUTE THE PACKAGES. Tracking info yet again says they’re out for delivery today, so I think maybe they’d already been processed by that point and were on a truck. I figured I’d try again tomorrow or Sunday and see if the website gave me the same answer.

I check the tracking info on my sister’s present throughout the day; around 6:30, it updates to say that a delivery attempt was made, but unfortunately the package could not be delivered, and it’s being held at the UPS depot for pickup. What. The. Fuck. I call my sister and ask if they ever attempted delivery. Nope. She even checked her doorbell cam footage because she had fallen asleep at one point, and nobody ever showed up to try and deliver a package.

I check the tracking on the other two packages, and both say ‘receiver requested the package be held for pick-up’ which I most certainly did NOT do.

Looking at the tracking numbers now on the UPS website, one still says ‘out for delivery’ (they are not going to deliver them tonight, because it’s 10:00 here, so the website is a lying liar that lies). The other now has a post office tracking number and is supposedly being handed off to the post office to deliver it. And I just rechecked my sister’s present on the UPS website, and it’s changed to ‘the delivery date will be provided as soon as possible’ and says nothing about it being held at the UPS depot. So I have no fucking clue what’s going on. I’m going to have to call them tomorrow and see if they’re holding any packages there or not, and if so, that means I paid $20 for their stupid premium account just so I could still have to drive to the next town over to get my packages because they won’t deliver them.

Anyway, that’s my story. I am highly annoyed.

#merrysithmas

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wishingforatypewriter · 7 years ago

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Regalia

Sorina Week 2017: Day 2 (Royalty)

Every full-time Tōtsuki employee––from the housekeeping staff at the hotels to the tenured faculty at the academy––was guaranteed a minimum of twelve weeks paid parental leave when the little ones arrived. Unfortunately, the reigning Queen of the Tōtsuki Network didn’t count as an employee per se, and truthfully the organization could hardly manage without her for half that time.

So that was why Erina, on a particular Friday morning in December, was scooping her seven-week-old out of his crib for a trek to the Nakiri Group’s downtown Tokyo headquarters.

“Okay, my love,” she whispered to her son, hoping she’d be able to get him into his winter clothes without making him cry. To her son’s credit, Erina knew that many layers would make her want to cry too, but he was still too small for her to take any chances. “Looks like you’re coming to the office with me because daddy’s flight got delayed.”

She tried to keep her voice cheery as she said this––baby could sense changes in her mood––even as she rolled her eyes. “Mommy knew this would happen, didn’t she?” she cooed as she zipped up his little Burberry jacket and nuzzled him.

“Mommy said commercial flights are unreliable with the kind of snow they’re getting in New York. Mommy said just take the private jet; that’s why we have it. But no, daddy didn’t listen out of loyalty to his plebeian roots––misguided loyalty at that since the owners of those big airlines are probably even wealthier than we are. Your daddy can be outrageously stupid sometimes, right?”

She liked to imagine that he nodded in response. At the very least, her theatrics seemed to get a lopsided grin out of him. “Don’t worry, though. You’ll take after me.” The blond hair was just a start.

With an exaggerated sigh, the baby in her right arm, the baby-bag bag on her left shoulder and the briefcase on her left wrist, new mom Nakiri Erina made her way to the car that was waiting downstairs.

To his credit, the baby made it through two conference calls and a meeting with mommy before he started bawling. “You better take notes, Rai,” she had whispered to him before she started reaming out her board of directors. “This is all going to be yours someday.” In the years to come Alice and Hisako would tell her she was probably imagining it, but it really did seem like he was paying attention.

But when his patience inevitably ran out, of course Erina understood. She didn’t want to be in this office half the time, so why would an infant?

“There there,” she said, rocking her son with one hand and typing an email with the other. “Mommy’s here. We’re just gonna check in with the hosts for this year’s Stagiaire, and then we can go home. How does that sound?”

She usually wouldn’t take off early, but strictly speaking she could get everything else done remotely. It would look bad, she knew, but…

“Erina-san,” her personal assistant Kanon said from the doorway. “Your husband is on his way up.”

Oh, thank goodness.

“Sorry ‘bout the delay, Nakiri.” They shared a brief kiss when he arrived, and Erina was poised to forgive him…but then the baby started crying again. She sighed and continued to rock him.

“Don’t apologize to me,” she quipped. “Apologize to your son. And then take him home so I can get some work done.”

While Erina got their still miserable baby bundled up again, Souma started juggling a couple of pens he’d found somewhere on her desk. Within seconds the sobs turned to laughter.

He smirked at her once their little prince was sufficiently amused. “And you said juggling was a useless skill.”

“It still is. That’s why only an infant would be entertained by it.” Erina rolled her eyes, holding back a little smile. What a surprise it had been actually, no one had been surprised when the crown princess of the Tōtsuki empire married the fool. “What time do you need to be there for your dinner service?”

“Around seven.”

“I’ll try to be home around six.” That gave her another four hours to finish things up at the office before resuming mommy duty once again.

“Alright! You tapping out?” With Raiden in his right arm, Souma held his left palm out to Erina. She shook her head—of all the strange rituals—but still lightly tapped his hand.

“Whatever. See you tonight.”

Erina got home forty minutes later than she intended because shit happens when you run companies the size of small kingdoms. She fed the baby at 7:30 and one last time at eleven before tucking him, and then herself, into bed. From what she heard, Souma came home around one or two and intercepted their son’s first middle of the night wailing session.

At four, when she heard the second one starting over the baby monitor, Erina sat up slowly. “My turn,” she sighed, when she saw her husband awake as well.

“It’s been your turn all week,” Souma said before rolling out of bed. “Go back to sleep.”

Well, she wasn’t gonna argue with that. Still, since they were married now, she only felt it right to warn him. “You’re gonna regret that on Monday when you still haven’t shaken the jet-lag.”

Despite her better judgment, instead of going straight back to bed, Erina started checking her Facebook notifications. She immediately saw the post that all of her friend in different timezones had been commenting on and smiled.

“What’s that look for?” Souma asked, smirking when he came back in, baby in tow. “Manga spoilers out already?”

Oooh. If it wasn’t for her son in his arms, Erina would have thrown a pillow at him. “Do I judge what you do for fun?”

“Extensively.”

She gave her hair an indignant flip before turning back to the picture on her screen. “Yoshino-san just gave birth.”

“Boy or girl?” he asked. It had been a major topic up for debate in the Polar Star group chat for weeks now.

“A girl.” She turned the phone around to show him the picture. “They’re naming her Yuna. We should probably send a gift.”

“How about a-”

“For the last time, we are not sending anyone a Restaurant Yukihira onesie!” It was crazy how many times they’ve had to have that conversation in the past year.

“Looks like Alice was right,” he pointed out, reading her mind in that way she’d never been sure if she loved or hated.

As soon as she had her son Erik back in January, Alice had declared that this was the year when the new jewel generation would be born. “I suppose she was due for a sound idea.”

“You Nakiris have some weird superpowers. I wonder what this one’s gonna end up with.”

“Well, that’s easy.” Erina reached over to smooth her son’s golden hair. “He’s an all-around genius,” she declared. “You should have seen him today. He was completely following the board meeting. He’ll be at the top of his class in no time.”

Souma looked at her for a long while after that, half-smirking. “I don’t doubt it.” Suddenly he reached for his phone on the nightstand. “That reminds me, though. While I was stuck at the airport, I went on CustomInk and-”

“Oh lord.” Erina braced herself for whatever foolishness he concocted in the throes of his boredom. She was more than pleasantly surprised when the result was actually kind of nice. There was a onesie with little crown hovering above the words Future First Seat. The Tōtsuki logo was printed on the back along with the number 119.

Erina hummed appreciatively. “That’s not half bad.”

“There’s more.” He then showed her two matching adult T-shirts that read Former First Seat, with Tōtsuki 92 printed on the back.

Now that was downright Instagramable. And it would piss Alice off to no end.

“Order them,” Erina said quietly, the words tasting like defeat on her god tongue.

“Already did.”

She smiled. With the proper regalia, their little prince would come into his culinary kingdom in no time flat.

#sorina #soueri #shokugeki no soma #sorinaweek #soueriweek

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three-identical-strangers · 4 years ago

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Welcome back everyone! Here’s the first chapter for the first installment of the MCYT Doctor Who AU. I’d like to give special thanks to the splendid @dtvibez for creating this story, so go send her all your love and support

Summary: 24 hours ago, George Ashworth lived a completely normal life, with completely normal people, and a completely normal job.24 hours later, he was running for his life beside a man he had met mere hours prior from an otherworldly monster. Suffice to say, this was the start of something new and wonderful. And hair-pulling annoying.

On Tuesday the 22 of October 2015, at precisely, 6:30, George Ashworth would be awoken to the sound of his alarm clock ringing. It was a shrill sound, echoing across the room at such volume that no one who heard it could remain asleep for long. With a groan, George slammed his hand on the snooze button and began the tedious process of getting ready for the day.

Walking over to his closet, he pulled the door open and grabbed blindly around for articles of clothing. He dressed himself in a blue short-sleeve t-shirt with a button-up underneath, along with dark blue pants, before putting on his sneakers. Grabbing his bag, he exited his room and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Gesturing blindly, he turned on the lights, hissing slightly at its brightness, before pulling down a box of cereal from the kitchen cabinets.

As he ate, George pulled out his phone and began scrolling through his Instagram page. When nothing significant happened, he continued to his messages. As per usual, not a single notification. Finishing his meal, George put what remained of the cereal back in its cabinet, before grabbing his housekeys and umbrella, before heading out the door.

The walk to the bus station was no more than 5 minutes, but the pouring rain did speed up his pace. After crossing the light at Saxon and Ludwig, George continued heading straight, before being halted by a man in a tweed coat and a yellow jumper beneath.

”Like so,” the stranger said, as he loosened the bowtie and slipped it over his head. George remained frozen as the man smiled down at him before the man stepped aside and continued towards Saxon.

That was weird, George thought to himself as he turned to stare at the man behind him, before continuing towards the bus. The bus station provided a temporary protection from the rain, and within 6 minutes, the bus arrived. George headed to the front, scanning his card, before moving toward the middle, sitting beside a man in a dark overcoat and turned down hat.

For the next few minutes, George remained in his seat, staring at his phone. While he was initially fine, things began to change after the bus arrived at its third stop, and two men, both dressed in a black overcoat and turned down hats got on and sat directly in front of and to the right of him. As the bus began driving again, George became uncomfortably aware of eyes watching over him. Glancing up from his phone, George stared at the man in front of him. The man raised his gaze to meet Georges, grinning slightly, before asking, ”Need something handsome?”

George was taken aback and quietly murmured, "No, I'm good," before looking down at his phone once more. The feeling of being looked at remained.

Another few minutes passed, and the feeling continued to increase in intensity. As discreetly as possible, George chanced a glance at the man sitting to his left. While he hadn't gotten a good look at the man next to him when he initially sat down, George could now see under the turned-down hat. The man had the exact same face, the exact same outfit, and the exact same uncomfortable grin as the man sitting in front of him.

”Need something handsome?” The man on his left asked suddenly, turning his hand abruptly to George, causing the man to flinch. With a nervous laugh, George turned his head to the right, before noting that like the previous man, the man beside him had the same face. Breathing in, George apologized, saying he'd been looking at something else. Looking around the bus, he noted to his dismay that he and the three men were the only individuals still aboard.

Mentally, he began counting down the minutes until the next stop. While his normal drop off was three stops away, he decided that for his own safety, he'd take a delay in his usual trip.

As the bus came to a stop, George held his breath and sat up. To his chagrin, the three men surrounding him stood up sharply.

”Leaving so soon?” The man in front of him asked, still wearing that unnerving grin.

”Yeah, this is my stop.” George responded, attempting to mask the hesitancy in his voice.

”That’s not true,” the man to his left replied, turning to stand next to the man before George. ” You're stop is at Derbyshire, not Mellvoir.”

George felt his stomach drop. ”Yes,” the man to his right chimed in, ”You need to stay on the bus. You wouldn´t want to be late to class.”

”I don't know what you guys are talking about,” George exclaimed, raising his voice in an attempt to catch the driver’s attention, ”But this is my stop, so could you please get out of my way?” He attempted to walk past the men, but they blocked his path.

”There's no reason to be upset love,” the man in the middle replied, ”We just think you’re a bit turned around. Why don’t you just return to your seat.”

As the panic began to fill his body, George attempted once more to pass the men, but they continued to block him in. ”Please get out of my way,” he repeated. The men continued to look at him, like a wolf sizing up prey, slowly moving toward the man. “Please get away from me!” He exclaimed in a panic, almost yelling.

“What’s going on back there?” A voice from the back yelled. The four turned around to see the bus driver staring at them from behind his seat.

“These men are blocking me from my exit,” George exclaimed quickly, tripping over his words slightly. The men attempted to protest, but the bus driver prevented them from doing so.

“I don’t know what you four are doing, but I do know that the man in blue is clearly trying to leave. For your sakes, I suggest you let him do so unless you want me to call my superiors and have you barred from this bus line.” The three men turned to face George once more, the grin wiped from their faces, before stepping aside, allowing him to pass. With a sigh of relief, George thanked the bus driver for his intervention, before stepping off the bus into the rain. As the doors behind him closed, George turned back to look at it.

The three men were standing in the window, glaring down at him. The bus then set off again, leaving George alone once more.

One question remained. Why did these guys know so much about me?

#mcyt #minecraft #dream team #georgenotfound #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tubbo #my writing #doctor who au #three identical strangers

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jungkookienoona · 8 years ago

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Breaking and Entering (M)

Recommended Song: Rumour by K.A.R.D

Summary:

After you get sent a text that clearly wasn’t meant for you, you end up breaking into someone’s house looking for answers.

Genre: 70% Smut, 30% Crack

Pairing: Officer!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Graphic smut, kinda Dom/Sub, dirty talk. Filth.

Word Count: 5256

You weren’t surprised you woke up to an empty bed, your fiancé, Seojun’s side had already turned cold. What surprised you was the time of day and what woke you up. It was 1 am and you had been awoken by the sound of your text notification, Seojun’s number being the only one that can contact you while your phone was on ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and unlocked your phone to view the message.

‘Chaewon, I just arrived at the airport. I can’t wait to see you my little love muffin. We’ll spend the week celebrating your pregnancy! And don’t worry, I plan to call off my marriage when I get back from my ‘business trip’ xxx’

A sense of apathy filled you. You had been suspecting this turn of events for some time now thanks to his far too often out of town ‘business’ trips. Trips that had him smelling of another woman’s perfume. You would’ve left him sooner but you had no concrete proof. And yet though you felt nothing over his betrayal, you couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Why did he cheat on you? Were you not enough? Was it because you were happy with your career as a teacher? An irrational thought came to mind. Clearly, this woman was out of town, her house would be unguarded. Maybe the answers to your questions lied there.

You had remembered him mention the name Chaewon before. Something about her being a colleague that worked on a project with him about six months back. What was her family name again? Oh! That’s it! Kim! Kim Chaewon! A quick check of his CyWorld account (his passwords were too easy to hack) and you had located Chaewon’s address from a previous conversation they had. Fucking idiots. Without further delay, you hopped out of bed, got dressed and got in your car. That bitch’s house was only a 10-minute drive from your own.

You decided to park around the corner as not to look suspicious… and there was also free parking there. Having never broken into a house before you could say you were more than a little nervous. But there was a first time for everything. You just hoped to God you didn’t get caught otherwise that would be your career over. Making sure to be as quiet as possible at the late hour you crept over to the impressive looking house. How the fuck could she afford that?! You found yourself internally chanting ‘Please don’t be alarmed.’ That was until you spotted an open window.

What luck! And it was open just wide enough for you to wiggle through! It was slightly higher up than you had originally judged it to be, you were bouncing on your tip toes to grab the ledge. Once you managed to get a secure grip on it, you hoisted yourself up and through, though your landing was lacklustre. You landed with a light thud on your ass.

“Ow~”

You rubbed your poor behind.

“Okay. I’m in now. Time to get some answers.”

Flashlight in hand you began your snooping, tripping over the odd piece of scattered clothing here and there. You found it rather odd that some of it was men’s wear. Did your unfaithful fiancé have a spare wardrobe there? Shaking your head, you moved deeper into the house spotting pictures of Chaewon and… her brother?… on the walls. Fuck he looked good. If only you had met him before Seojun. Though that didn’t mean you couldn’t look him up once the wedding was called off. You licked your lips. No! This wasn’t the time for that! You turned and something glinted off a shelf behind some books. Curious, you headed towards it. It was a necklace with a locket. On the back was engraved ‘For my snuggle wuffle, SJ’. Well, that explained the jewellers on his credit card bill.

“That assho-!”

You were cut off by someone grabbing you from behind. They unceremoniously shoved you against a nearby wall causing you to grunt. However, the feel of cold metal on your wrists and sound of cuffs locking closed made your heart stop. You had been caught. By a cop no less. Fuck.

“Ma’am, you do realise you’ve committed the crime of breaking and entering, right?” Came a deep authoritative voice.

“I- I- I thought it was empty! I just wanted to see why my fiancé decided to sleep with some bitch behind my back and get her knocked up while he was at it!”

Shit. Why couldn’t you have just lied like any normal person would’ve done?

“That ‘bitch’ is my fiancé. And while I understand your anger, I’ve had my suspicions of her infidelity, you still broke into my house. I’m placing you under arrest.”

Panic surged through your system managing to give you enough strength to turn and face him, even with the grip he had on you. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you. It was the guy from the pictures. The one you thought was Chaewon’s brother. His hair was messy and his police uniform was a bit squeiff, like he had just woken up from a nap. Was it wrong that you were already slightly turned on from looking at him alone? But then reality came back to you as you saw him reach for his phone.

“Please no! I’m a teacher! I’ll be permanently out of the job if I get a criminal record!”

“You should’ve thought about that-”

“I’LL DO ANYTHING!” Desperation had taken you. You loved your job, you wouldn’t give it up for the world and you had gone and fucked up royally. If it weren’t for his grip on your upper arms you would probably be a grovelling mess on his floor.

He paused and appeared to give you a once over.

“Anything?”

You nodded with a small sniffle. Jesus, how pathetic could you get?

“Come with me.”

It’s not like you had much of a choice. As soon as those words left his mouth he was dragging you through the house and into what appeared to be a study. Or an office. Whatever people called these places.

“Stay here and be a good girl. If you try and make a break for it I will take you down to the station.”

You let out a small whimper which he must’ve taken as a sign that you would stay. Which was true. You didn’t leave. Instead you waited in anticipation for him to return, still, a tiny bit turned on. And when he returned, your eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. In one hand he carried a case of sorts, in the other was a tripod and on a strap around his neck was a Canon DSLR camera.

“W- w- why do you have those?” You would’ve gestured to the items in question but your hands were still cuffed behind your back.

“If I told you the end result wouldn’t be convincing.”

“So, you expect me to go along with whatever shit you have planned?”

“You said anything.”

You watched silently as he set up the tripod and camera so that it had a front view of the desk which he placed the case on. What could possibly be in that case? Before your mind could ponder it further you heard the man clear his throat and begin to talk from his position behind the camera.

“This is Officer Jeon and the date is… fuck what is today?… The time is 2:07 am and I have just caught this woman in my house. Please identify yourself.”

Your voice wavered as you answered, was he planning to use this to blackmail you? “L/N Y/N.” You dared not face the camera so only the side of your face was visible.

“To make sure she did not take anything of value I shall perform a strip and cavity search.”

At that your head whipped round to look at him, “St- st- strip? C- c- cavity?”

“If nothing is found on or in her person, I shall not press charges.”

You took a moment to feel relief at that until he stood up and made his way over to you. Once he was in front of you, he smirked and turned you so you were facing the table.

“I’m going to release you from the handcuffs now. If you try to run I will not hesitate to use force.”

He reached for the keys attached to his belt and placed the correct key in the lock. What you said next had him stilling.

“Yes, Sir.”

A pause soon followed by a low chuckle.

“Ah, good. I don’t have to tell you what to call me for this process. But I’ll tell you for the audience’s sake. During the process of the search, you may only address me as Sir or Officer. Any other form of address will be met with a punishment. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

The cuffs clicked open and you immediately brought your hands up to rub your sore wrists. Your breathing hitched when you felt his hands go to your waist.

“I would like for you to remove your top for me.”

Self-consciousness made you freeze in place. A stranger wanted you to strip for them in front of a camera. No one in their right mind would so such a thing.

“Take it off before I have to.”

You stubbornly crossed your arms over your chest.

“Suit yourself.”

His hands snaked their way from your hips to the front of your button up shirt. With one hand on either side of the material he tugged and sent buttons scattering across the desk and floor.

“That was my favourite shirt!” You shouted as he tugged the material over your shoulders and… did… did he just kiss your neck?

“Good girls that listen are rewarded. Bad girls that disobey are punished.” It was hushed, not loud enough to be caught by the camera’s microphone but still sent tingles of arousal down your spine.

“O- o- officer?”

“There appears to have been nothing in her shirt. Next item for removal are her jeans.”

His hands made quick work of your belt, button and zipper as he pressed his upper body against your back, his breath hot against your skin.

“I’ll leave the rest to you.”

You gulped as you pushed the denim off of your hips and bent to slide them off of your legs. Officer Jeon’s hands steadied you as you wobbled and lost balance in your struggle to free yourself from the article of clothing and the shoes you forgot to remove first. He used his grip on you to pull your raised posterior against him. And that when you felt it. The hardness that lay beneath his own clothing. That fucker was turned on by this.

You couldn’t help what came out of your mouth next.

“Your future wife must have been neglecting if you’re this hard already.”

He gave an amused huff, “What can I say? You looked great in handcuffs.” He put emphasis on ‘great’ by grinding his hardness into your ass.

You let out a small moan then slowly stood upright once more. You were beginning to understand what exactly it was he wanted from you. He made a small show of picking up and checking your jeans.

“Jeans contain a small women’s purse with a content of 250,000 won and an ID card. Nothing that does not belong to her. Next items to be removed are her underwear, if nothing of note is found in there I will continue with a full cavity search.”

With the knowledge that all was not as it seemed, you confidently reached behind you to undo your bra, slowly sliding the straps down your arms.

“Do you really think I would’ve hidden something in there, Officer?”

“I’ll have to check.”

His hands ran up your sides before going to your front to cup your breasts. He gave them a light squeeze, testing the firmness of them, then took your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, tweaking them slightly. Your head fell back to rest against his shoulder.

“Nope, nothing here either.” Yet even though he said that he went from tweaking your nipples to lightly gripping your breasts and massaging them in circular motions. The palms of his hands creating a delicious friction that had you moaning.

“Last article of clothing will now be removed.”

He let go of your breasts and gripped your lace panties, and sadly, they met the same fate as your shirt. They were torn off you.

“Definitely nothing hidden there.”

A sudden boldness overtook you, making you grab his hands and place them on your thighs. “Are you sure about that Sir? Shouldn’t you at least check?”

With your encouragement, his hands travelled over your outer thigh and only briefly brushed the insides of them before he still and his breath caught in his throat.

“You’re so fucking wet, practically dripping. You’re enjoying this you little slut.”

Usually, you hated to be called a slut. But there was something about him saying it that just turned you on more. He once again gripped your upper arms and turned you to face him. His eyes were impossibly dark, almost black, with lust. Fuck it was hot.

“Strip search bared no results. I shall move onto the cavity search.”

His hand came up to lightly grip you chin and tug your mouth open.

“Nothing visible to the naked eye. I will have to feel for any possible hidden items.”

And then his mouth was on yours, tongue slipping inside to tease your own. You stared at him wide-eyed for a moment then closed your eyes and gave in to the unexpected kiss. It was hot and slick and everything Seojun’s kisses weren’t. You found your own hands had tangled into his hair which caused him to immediately stop and pull away.

“Oral cavity search clear. Nothing hidden. However, suspect in need of being restrained again.” There was a certain playfulness to his tone that had you turning with your hands behind your back and bending over the desk, presenting yourself to him.

He chuckled and picked up the cuffs from where he had placed them on his belt, clicking them back into position.

“Not to question your methods Sir, but surely your tongue is not long enough to do a thorough oral search.”

He made a thoughtful noise.

“You’re right. Be a good girl and get on your knees in front of me.”

You did as he said, flinching slightly at the unforgiving chill of the wood flooring. He fumbled with his own belt and pants fastenings, hands shaking slightly with anticipation. Once he finally undid them he pushed them down revealing his leaking erection.

“No underwear Sir?”

“As an Officer, I take pride in being prepared for all possible situations. Now be a good slut and put those pretty lips of yours to work so I can verify if your mouth really is all clear.”

You gave a little nod and shuffled closer to him. Once you had deemed yourself close enough you wet your lips then flicked your tongue over his head, collecting the precum that beaded there. Your lips wrapped around the head and you lightly sucked on him, pulling away with an obscene ‘pop’ to lick a stripe from base to tip.

“Like this Officer?” You asked, looking up at him before sucking at the tip again.

His head kicked back, a small sheen of sweat shining on his forehead, as he let out a long groan, “You’re… You’re going to have to take in more than just that.”

And then his hands were firmly gripping your hair as his hips snapped forward into the wet heat of your mouth, forcing you to take in as much of him as possible. The abrupt action caused you to gag and your eyes to water. Officer Jeon moaned lewdly as your throat constricted around him.

“Fuck. That feels good. It’s been so long since someone has sucked me. You’re all clear here, but would you mind doing this for a little longer like a good girl?”

You managed a small nod as you tried to blink away tears. Swallowing around him a few times, you tried to get used to the feeling of him. He moaned again, hands tightening in your hair. Using that grip he held you in place as he thrust into your mouth, a stream of profanities leaving him with your every swallow and gag.

“I want to come so bad… but fuck! I can’t! I can’t! I need to continue the search.”

He reluctantly pulled you off of him. You both stayed in those positions for what felt like an eternity as you tried to catch your breath.

“Your fiancé… doesn’t know how… to treat you right… if you nearly came that fast.”

“She…” One of his hands carded through his hair, brushing the sweaty strands out of his face, “She’s always fucking off on ‘business’ trips.”

“Sounds like she doesn’t care about your needs. How about you let me satisfy them? Make you forget all about her?” You leant forward and kitten licked at his tip once more before the hand still buried in your hair violently tugged you away.

“Enough of that.”

With that, he bent and picked you up like you were the world’s lightest sack of potatoes then placed you on the edge of the desk. His finger barely grazed over your soaking core, making you whine in response.

“I will now commence a vaginal search.”

His fingers brushed over you again with more pressure as to collect your juices.

“You’re so fucking wet. Are you always like this?”

“No… normally I have to read erotica to get wet enough.”

He smirked again, free hand gripping your chin to force you to look at him, “So your fiancé doesn’t know how to treat you right either. How about we agree to make each other forget?”

“Deal.”

He pulled you in for another kiss as his thumb located your clit and rubbed lazy circles on it, swallowing the wanton moan that tried to escape you. His lips were hungry as they moved against yours and you were sure your lips would be bruised. Keens and whines sounded from you as he continued to circle your clit. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you couldn’t believe that Chaewon had chosen plain and boring Seojun over the perfect male specimen that was well on his way to ruining you for any other man before he had even entered you. A single finger slid into you with ease, as if it hadn’t been a month and a half since you had gotten any. Officer Jeon abandoned your lips in favour of your neck, sucking, kissing and nipping at it. You wouldn’t be surprised if you found more than a few hickeys had already begun to bloom. A second finger slipped in and this time his mouth wasn’t there to catch the unadulterated cry of pleasure. You felt a familiar heat build in your stomach. But then his fingers were gone and he was sinking down in front of you, a hand going to each thigh to make sure you kept them spread from him. You let out a pitiful whimper, the heat fading.

“Suspect is wet enough for an easy search with no discomfort. Nothing is visibly hidden, closer inspection is needed.”

Something wet and warm lapped at you causing you groan. You used your bound hands behind you to prop you up, watching as his tongue worked on you. He looked up at you, catching your gaze and cocking an eyebrow as his lips wrapped around your clit and he moaned deeply. The resulting vibrations had your hips bucking forward. Or as much as they could under the bruising grip he had on you.

“Fuck!”

The heat started to build up again, quicker than before at the new stimulation. It felt like… It felt like he was fucking humming on your clit… You knew that song! It was the Tokyo Ghoul season 1 opening! You would recognise it anywhere. Three fingers slid into you with ease. They curled in a ‘come here’ motion which brushed against the spot inside you that turned the heat into an inferno. His teeth grazed over your clit and you were sent over the edge with a cry of ecstasy. You came so hard that your toes curled and your legs twitched. Jesus, you had never cum like that before. All too soon oversensitivity took the place of the pleasure.

“Ah! Stop! Stop! Too much! Shit!”

He pulled away licking his lips, a satisfied grin settling on his lips as some of your essence dripped down his chin. “That good?”

“Best ever… Your fiance is a fucking idiot. But let her know I’m willing to trade mine for you.”

He chuckled and stood back up, not bothering to wipe off the evidence of your release. His hands reached and gripped at your ass lift you up and pulling you to him. Once you were off the table he spun round and sat himself on the desk with you in his lap, your knees rest on either side of him.

His breath ghosted over your ear, “Let’s see if you’re worth the trade. Ride me.”

He shifted you so your dripping core was over his still erect manhood.

“With pleasure.”

Without a second thought, you sunk down, taking him all in. Your lips parted to draw in a shaky breath. There was a small struggle in raising your hips since you did not have the use of your hands, but thanks to Seojun being rather lazy when it came to sex with you, you had learnt a few techniques to make riding easier. You dropped back down and swivelled your hips drawing a groan from him.

“Do that again.”

“Isn’t it rather unprofessional for you to find pleasure while on the job, Sir?”

His grip on your cheeks tightened then suddenly he was controlling your movements, raising you up to pull you back down with force. It was your turn to let out a moan, your head fell to rest on his shoulder.

“It is but my shift ended at 12. Professionalism can go fuck itself.” It came out as barely above a whisper, obviously not wanting the microphone to pick it up. Then he spoke up a little louder, “All clear here too. I will begin preparing for anal-” You clenched around him, the thought causing an unfamiliar excitement, “Ah! Fuck! Don’t… don’t do that.”

A hand left you to reach for the case, managing to pop it open with practised ease. You watched as the lid flipped open to reveal a whole range of toys and a small variety of lubes. So many different scenarios of the toys being used on you raced through your mind.

“Have… Have you e-ever used these o-o-on her?”

A nip to your neck.

“Never. She wouldn’t let me. You’re going to have to take over for a bit. Don’t worry if you slow down, that’ll make it easier for me.” Both hands were off you as one picked up a half empty bottle, opening the cap with a click the squeezed some onto his fingers.

“Now I know why they cheated. They’re both boring as fuck.”

He hummed in agreement, “This is going to be cold.”

He put down the bottle and gripped a cheek, tugging it to the side to reveal where you were yet to be touched. A finger circled your puckered rim, spreading some of the cold liquid. Your hips stuttered as the finger pressed into you. It was unfamiliar. New. It stung.

“Ah! I- i- it-”

“I know. Let me take your mind off it.”

His lips reattached to yours as his hand let go of you to instead reach down between you and once again apply pressure to your clit. His tongue moved over yours in the same rhythm of his cock and finger that filled you. You ground down onto to him, a stream of pleasured sounds trying to escape past your lips only to be swallowed and repaid with his. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies moving against each other. It was positively sinful to your ears. A second finger. Fuck it stung. But everything else felt so good. You knew it wouldn’t be long until you were close to cumming again. You broke apart panting for breath as air became necessary.

“You’re doing so well, such a good little slut. Just a little more and the search will be over.”

“It- it- it hurts Sir but… god… why does it feel so good?”

“Because you’re in the hands of someone who knows what they’re doing.” A third and final finger entered the ring of muscle, surprising you enough for you to give a shout. “My cock is going to stretch you so well. Would you like me to cum in your ass?”

“O-o-only i-i-i-if I get to cum, Sir.”

“Of course, an officer’s duty if to protect and serve after all. I think I’d like to keep my cum inside of you when I’m done. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all Sir.”

He groaned and pulled his fingers out of you, lifting you so his cock left your core and was placed at your quivering rosebud; still slick with your arousal. You took a slow deep breath as he lowered you onto him once more. It burned. He was much thicker than his fingers.

“N-n-now beginning anal search. So f-f-far the suspect appears to b-b-be feeling discomfort which I-I-I s-s-shall remedy at once.”

He took your clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it sending small jolts of heated electricity through you. While he was doing that he kissed a path from your neck to your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth only to pull away and blow on it. He repeated the process with your other breast before sucking on it. You cautiously shifted slightly above him. Testing the waters for yourself. It still stung but he was creating just enough pleasure that the pain was negligible.

“FUCK!” He shouted, pulling away from your breast, “You’d definitely be worth the trade. I’m going to move now, is that alright?”

“Yes, Sir. Please don’t stop. I want to cum again.”

“Such a greedy slut.” A hand on each cheek, spreading them as he guided your movements on him. “I can just imagine the view from the camera. God. It should be the perfect shot. Your cheeks spread so that it can clearly see how well your ass takes my cock.”

You moaned, heat once again building in your stomach.

“Do you like the thought of that? That there’s a camera recording just how much of a cock slut you become when you’re with a man who knows how to treat you right? No use in lying, you’re so wet you’re positively dripping.”

He ground your hips down on him in such a way you clit rubbed against the material of his uniform shirt that stopped right at the base of his cock. It was soaked with your juices but it created the friction you needed to be sent into your second orgasm.

“O-o-officer Jeon! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! So good!”

A low growl emitted from him and a warmth coated the inside of you. You both stayed like that for a moment, panting as you came down from your highs. Once his breathing steadied Officer Jeon leant back so his back met the desk surface, taking you with him. He reached across and grabbed a black silicone plug that wasn’t quite as thick as him but would be effective enough for the purpose he had assigned to it. With a little shift of his hips, his softening shaft slipped out of you but was quickly replaced by the plug.

“Search results are all clear. Charges will not be pressed. The suspect is free to go if she so chooses.” He carefully rolled you off of him to get off the table and approach the camera. You took it as an opportunity to admire his muscular thighs and ass. They looked Herculean. “Officer Jeon, signing off.” With that, he turned off the camera and faced you with a bright grin, “Now that’s over, you can call me Jungkook. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You gave a small smile in return, “Nice to meet you too.”

“Would you like to spend the night, take a quick shower with me maybe?”

Your smile grew bigger, “Of course. I was completely serious about the trade.”

“Good. I was serious about you being worth it.”

He made his way back over to you, undid the cuffs and picked you up bridal style.

“Can I asked why you filmed that?”

“You’ll see.”

A couple hours later, in Jeju.

Chaewon’s phone went off alerting her to a new message. It was Jungkook. He had sent a Google Drive link and ‘I made sure nothing was stolen’. Just as she clicked on it Seojun sat down beside her in a robe.

“What is it my cuddly kitty?”

“Jungkook sent me a link to a video.”

The video finally loaded and Seojun’s jaw dropped. It was you! Why did Jungkook send her a video of you?

‘This is Officer Jeon and the date is…’

They watched with curiosity at first which swiftly changed to shock when your top was ripped open.

*Sometime later*

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID THEY’D NEVER FIND OUT!” Seojun shouted, regret evident in his voice.

“I THOUGHT THEY WOULDN’T!” Chaewon responded with equal loudness.

“WELL, OBVIOUSLY THEY DID!”

“WHY IS SHE SUCH A SLUT?!”

“… She was never like that with me…”

“She let him put it in her butt.”

“He owns a buttplug, as well as a lot of other interesting looking things, did you guys ever…?”

“No! No never! As if I would let him do something like that too me. It’s so unhygienic.”

There was a moment of silence.

“I think I made a mistake…”

“WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?! I AM CARRYING YOUR CHILD!”

Another phone notification, this time from Seojun’s phone. It was from you.

‘Wedding’s off. I found a new dick to ride. Tell your bitch she can have you, I’m moving my stuff out ASAP while you’re in Jeju. But don’t worry, the bitch’s stuff will be replacing mine in that house. Except for the jewellery, he brought her. That’s mine now. Including the engagement ring she left behind.’

A/N: I know you guys are wanting BunBun Pt2, and you will get it, eventually. But I got inspired to write this yesterday and have only had 2 and a half hours sleep thanks to it. Now remember this is just fiction. Please use condoms and practice safe sex. And as always, feel free to send asks about the fic, or any of my fics for that matter!

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