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julesclues · 4 years

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She Wasn’t You

Warnings: nothing that I can think of

Word count: 2.03k

Pairings: jj maybank x reader

Summary: JJ goes on a date with a girl but when it ends early, you ask him why and hidden feelings arise.

You and JJ have known each other for years. In a way, he was your first friend. You had met him in the playground when you were only 5 years old. You had slid down the slide, but winded up busting your ass on the way down. John B and JJ came running up to you, as tears fell down your face. Ever since then, the three of you were inseparable. A couple of years later, you met Kiara and Pope. But it wasn’t until a year ago where you had developed a crush for the blonde surfer. And it has only gotten worse over time.

“You have a what?!” Kiara yells, making you slap her mouth shut. “Yes Kie, okay? I have a crush on JJ! Please just don’t tell anyone, okay?” She paces around her room, running her hands through her hair. But because of her curls, she didn’t really get very far. “Y/n, this is crazy. You know the no-pouge-on-pouge macking rule! Why would you do this?” You sigh and fall back on the bed. “I didn’t want to Kie! It just happened. Besides, it’s not like he likes me back. It’s just a stupid crush, it’ll go away eventually.” But it didn’t. Days turned into weeks, which turned into a year.

1 year, 7 months, and 12 days. But who’s counting, right?

You had no idea if the boy liked you though. JJ Maybank was a boy of flirting. If she had boobs, she had JJ’s attention. Kiara says it’s different with you, but you can’t really tell. You love JJ to death but whenever he flirts with you, you can’t help but think it’s just a joke. That’s his personality. It’s who he is. Sometimes you think he can’t help it. He had always been there for you, no matter what. You had only gotten into a small fight once. It wasn’t even that major.

6 months ago

“John B, relax! If I wanna fuck around, let me fuck around! I’m not hurting anyone!” jj screams at John b, while the rest of you just watch. “Why do you keep doing this, huh jj? Why don’t you try to get your life together and maybe settle down!?” John B yells back, causing your heart rate to pick up. You saw both sides of the argument, but you didn’t want to pick sides. “Fuck off John B! Let me do what I want to do!” jj heads toward the door, but John B winds up saying something that tips jj off like you’ve never seen him. “If you keep going down the road you are now, you’re going to end up just like your dad!” Everyone gasps in disbelief as jj runs toward John b and slams him against the wall. “jj stop it!” You yell, but he turns back to you. “Stay out of this Y/n!” This causes John b to get an upperhand and he pushes jj to the ground. You run up to them, throwing John b off of him. “What is the matter with you two?!” You scream, as Pope comes up behind John b and grabs him. Neither one of them respond. “Pope, get him out of here. jj,” you say, as you grab his hand to help him up. “Come with me,” you say with anger. “But-“ he starts, but you shoot him a glare that shuts him up almost immediately.

Shutting the door behind you, you hear the bed creak as he sits down. “What’s the matter with you?” You yell, as he runs his hand down his face. “What’s the matter with me? Did you hear what John B said to me? Why is it any of his business what I do?” JJ huffs, crossing his arms in front of him. His eye follow you as you pace back and forth across your room. You stop in your tracks and walk in front of the blonde. “He’s just looking out for you! I get it’s your life and the thing he said about your dad was shitty, but he’s your best friend. He needs to understand your point of view, but try to understand his too.” You finish talking, and sit down next to him. He stays silent, but his eyes are screaming. “I hate when you’re right,” he smiles, making you chuckle. “What can I say? It’s the worst thing about me.”

“And the best,” he adds on. You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies that almost made you throw up. JJ gets up from your bed and puts his hand on the knob. Before opening it though, he turns to you. “Thank you Y/n.” And with that, he exits your room to go talk to John B. You couldn’t help but feel kind of upset. You didn’t want JJ to settle down with anyone. You wanted it to be you. But if he was happy, then so were you. And that was enough in your book.

So now, 6 months later, JJ has rarely been sleeping around. He actually listened to John B, which confused all of the Pouges. It might have even confused JJ a bit. You were all at a kegger. Smiling, laughing, and definitely drinking. You were having a blast. Until you weren’t. “Guys!” JJ runs up, panting. “Woah blondie, relax. What’s going on?” You ask, and he turns to you smiling. “I’m going on a date tomorrow at 1 o’clock! Met this hot chick! Her name is Leslie and she...” JJ’s voice fades out from your ears and you just stare at the fire in front of you. He met a girl. A hot one. He even knows her name. And he’s going on a date with her. There was no chance for you. You get up from where you’re sitting, feeling Kie’s eyes on you the entire time. JJ abruptly stops talking and turns to you. “Where are you going y/n?” He asks, and you turn to him. “Gotta go. See you guys tomorrow. You know, family stuff,” you say, trying not to make the pouges suspicious. But Kiara knew the real reason. And JJ definitely wasn’t buying into your story. He stopped talking about the girl and sat down in your previous spot next to Kie. “Is she okay?” He asks with sincere eyes, looking at the group. “I’m sure she’s fine,” Pope says while taking a sip of his beer. “No she wasn’t, didn’t you see her face? She looked really sad,” Sarah says, countering Pope. “Maybe I should go after her,” JJ whispers loud enough for everyone to hear. As he gets up, Kie grabs his hand to stop him. “Don’t,” was all she said. JJ didn’t question it, but he sat back down. He knew that Kie knew what was wrong with you, but didn’t want to pry. You would tell him eventually. You were his best friend afterall.

Tomorrow eventually came. After a night of crying your heart out for a boy that you considered your best friend, you checked your phone for the time. It was 1:03. JJ was probably on his date by now. You hated how infatuated you were with the Maybank boy, but you couldn’t help it. He made you feel things you’ve never felt for anyone else. You couldn’t explain it, but you loved him more than you loved yourself. And it made you crazy.

It was now 2:19 and the boy was still on your mind. Your parents were home, so at least you could wallow in self misery by yourself. You jump on the couch and turn on the tv, trying to find anything to distract you from JJ. From the girl he was with. He was probably kissing her. Maybe they’ll get married, you think. But you laugh at your mind and it’s restless thoughts. This was JJ you were talking about. Dating was barely on his mind, let alone marriage! You were getting ahead of yourself. You finally find a movie you want to watch, and hit play. Not even 10 minutes into the movie, someone was knocking on your door. With a loud groan, you pause the movie and walk over to the door. Maybe your parents were back and forgot the keys. Opening the door, you made eye contact with the one person you were trying to avoid all day.

“JJ?” You ask in disbelief. Looking at the clock next to you, you realize that the date only lasted an hour. Which was practically nothing. “You’re back so soon?” You say more like a question. “Can I come in?” He asks in a low voice. You move out of the way so he could walk in. He goes straight for the couch and plops down on it. Confused, you follow him and sit right next to him. “JJ what’s going on? How was the date?” He sighs and looks up at you. “Can I be honest?” He asks, making you nod. “It sucked.” A part of you wanted to jump up and down and throw a party. But you kept it cool, trying to conceal the excitement you felt. “What? Why? You seemed so excited last night?” JJ starts tracing circles along your couch with his finger. Something he did when he was nervous. You noticed.

“I know but I realized she was just.. hot. Her personality wasn’t really what I was looking for, I guess? I don’t know Y/n. She wasn’t what I wanted.”

“What was wrong with her?”

“Nothing was wrong with her at all. It’s just.. she wasn’t..” he stutters, trying to find the words to explain why she wasn’t enough for JJ. But the truth is, she probably was enough. She was pretty, she made JJ laugh, and she was actually very loyal! But in JJ’s mind, he just wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t right. “I– ugh. I don’t know.” He runs his hands through his hair, which was something he did that always gave you butterflies. “Well maybe you need to just meet someone else!” You say with enthusiasm, trying to cheer JJ up. But he shakes his head with a “tsk” and stands up quickly. You look up at him with confusion. “Why JJ?”

“Because I know they wouldn’t be good enough.”

“What? JJ listen to yourself. You’re saying some girl wouldn’t be enough, yet you haven’t even met them yet!”

“She just wouldn’t be, okay Y/n? Quit it. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.”

“No JJ, I won’t quit it!” You yell, standing up to face him. “She was good for you! You were so excited! What happened? Just tell me, you know! Deep down you know. You wouldn’t just waste a date on some–“

“She wasn’t you.”

You stop talking and just look up at JJ in disbelief. You couldn’t believe it. JJ Maybank was actually into you too. He ditched his date because she wasn’t you. “I’m sorry if you don’t want to hear that y/n, but it’s you. I love you and she wasn’t you. The thing wrong with her was that it wasn’t you sitting across from me in the diner. It wasn’t you telling me jokes. It wasn’t you telling me that I was handsome. I want it to be you.” You smile and chuckle softly. “I thought you didn’t like sharing your feelings,” you whisper, talking a step towards the boy. “Only for you princess.” He puts his left hand on your right cheek and looks deep into your eyes. “Can I kiss you y/n?” Without answering, you slam your lips into his, making him stumble a bit. You smile to yourself as he wastes no time kissing you back. You couldn’t believe in a million years that he would like you back. No, not like. Love. He was in love with you.

And this kiss was one of the many things he would do to prove that to you.

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cloudywriter · 3 years

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the lost princess of terrasen

rowaelin month - september 7th

prompt: fairytale au - (an anastasia au in this case)

important: okay y’all so i went way overboard with this entire au and it got out of hand so now this might just be a full-blown thing. however, with that whole releation and me going crazy with outlining and writing i could really only have this much of the story out and ready for today but i plan on continuing it!! hopefully after rowaelin month. enjoy this little introduction :)

(cw: brief descriptions of violence)

masterlist, AO3

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At freshly 18, Celaena Sardothien was free. She’d aged out of the orphanage and was finally released to go live her own life, no longer held down in the outskirts of Rifthold. Celaena didn’t want to wait a second longer, the need to leave the horrid place she’d lived the last ten years was ingrained in her bones.

The woman who ran the orphanage, Clarisse, was cruel. From a young age, she poked at Celaena, commenting constantly on her weight or how she didn’t act like a proper young lady. Her entire life up until this point was spent at the mercy of Clarisse and her stern ways. All the girls in the orphanage were treated as maids and dolls for Clarisse to manipulate. But, Celaena made it, counting down the days until her birthday.

Now, here she was, stuck out in the cold. She’d imagined her freedom to be more alluring than this instead she was shaking as she wandered through side streets that led to the heart of Rifthold. She carried with her a backpack barely full of her meager belongings and the too-thin coat on her back. Clarisse didn’t even spare her a hat to keep out the cold so she moved her hair to shield her freezing ears the best she could and waddled along the snowy pavement.

She still had her kingsflame necklace around her neck, though, and that’s all that mattered. Where she had gotten it from she hadn’t a clue. The first memory she possessed was waking up in the very orphanage that would become her prison. Clarisse explained to her that she’d hit her head and a nice man named Arobynn had brought Celaena to Clarisse to be cared for. Clarisse questioned her about her family and upbringing relentlessly but Celaena could not recall a thing. Her mind was blank. For many nights as a young girl, she’d sit upright in the creaky, lumpy bed she occupied and willed herself to remember. She’d cry and scream, banging her fists into her head in frustration when nothing ever surfaced.

The only connection she had to whatever life she lived before was her kingsflame necklace. And she’d follow that kingsflame to the ends of the continent if it meant she’d one day solve the mystery of her existence.

Which led her to the first stop on her journey of discovery, Terrasen. Once Celaena had accepted that her memories weren’t coming back and this was the life she’d have to lead she adjusted. She served Clarisse and went to the small, dilapidated school down the street with the other orphans. There she discovered her love of books and the meager library the school offered became her sanctuary. It was there while she read a book on the kingdoms on Erilea, hoping something would strike her familiar she learned that kingsflame flowers only bloomed in one place, the capital of Terrasen, Orynth.

As a child that discovery was a revelation. Terrasen. Maybe she was from Terrasen.

As Celaena walked she felt her toes growing increasingly numb, Adarlan’s winters were bitter and she was not equipped with the proper wear. Her teeth chattered but she pushed forward, she needed to get passage to Terrasen.

She drew the map out of the pocket of her coat once again and checked the status of her journey. Only a little longer until she was at Rifthold’s main dock station.

The city of Rifthold was big and Celaena felt out of her depth as groups of people swarmed the streets walking to and from their different destinations. It was overwhelming, the smells, the tall buildings, the weather, the noise, the sheer number of people, everything.

Eventually, she saw the lights of the station and she blew a sigh of relief, she hadn’t been very confident in her ability to read a map. She approached a man sitting in a booth behind a sheet of glass, smoking a cigarette.

Celaena stepped up to the counter.

“Hello, sir, I’d like to buy a ticket to Orynth,” she gave him a smirk, leaning casually on the box. She’d learned from many years of coexisting with Clarisse and a revolving door of people that to make it through life you needed a mask. Celaena had crafted her mask carefully and had perfected her act after so many years. She exuded arrogance and confidence so that another soul would never see the scared, lost little girl she truly was.

The man grunted, blowing a puff of smoke from between his cracked lips. “Do you have your papers, girl?”

Her brain stalled. Papers? She cleared her throat, “papers?”

“Yes,” his scratchy voice replied, “you need papers to cross the border.”

Celaena’s heart sank but she kept her expression neutral. “Well, I-”

“Listen, girl, I’m not going to sit here and waste your time so don’t sit here and waste mine. If you don’t have the right documents then I can’t sell you a ticket, simple as that,” he held the cigarette between his teeth.

She searched for some way to turn this situation around, chewing on her bottom lip.

From the shadows a little ways into the dark alley adjacent to the docks, she heard a hissed whisper. “You, blondie,” an old woman emerged slightly from the shadows, beckoning Celaena forward with her index finger.

Celaena looked around, the man in the booth was already back to ignoring her, his nose stuck in a newspaper so she decided to approach the woman. She didn’t have much to lose and Celaena thought if it went south she could take her.

Celaena crept closer, tightening her grip on the strap of her backpack.

“You need papers?” Her voice was hoarse as if her throat was made of sandpaper. Celaena nodded her head keeping her guard up, watching her surroundings out of her peripheral.

“I know who can get you some,” her face morphed into a slight smile that unsettled Celaena more than anything. Celaena furrowed her brows, “who?” The woman tsked at her, her hot breath forming a cloud in front of her face.

“That kind of information isn’t free, my dear.” Celaena had to resist the urge to roll her eyes, everything came with a price in this world.

Celaena reached around to the side pocket of her backpack, fishing out a few coins she had to spare. She’d saved just enough from doing odd jobs to pay her fare to Terrasen. She deposited the coins into the palm of the old woman’s hand, her knobby fingers running along their smooth edges.

“Go a few streets north and into the red brick warehouse with the large windows, you can’t miss it. Ask for a Mr. Rowan Whitethorn, he’ll get you the papers,” she instructed, hoarding the scant sum of money she was given as though they were priceless heirlooms. Celaena turned her head in the direction the woman directed as if she could spot the warehouse from here and by the time she rounded back the woman had disappeared once again.

Celaena huffed and shot another glance at the ticket man, he was still paying no attention, tapping his cigarette out with his finger. She didn’t necessarily want to go on a wild goose chase to obtain these papers but she had no other way of getting them so she breathed deeply and shoved her hands into her pockets and twisted north.

The woman was right about not being able to miss the warehouse. It was a large, old, imposing structure, clearly, it had not been in use for some time now. Celaena crept closer peering into the foggy windows as she passed the front of the building. She couldn’t see anything and was unconvinced she’d find the elusive ‘Rowan Whitethorn’ inside.

Nonetheless, she approached a rusting metal door on the side and pushed it open with her gloved hand. The door protested but it miraculously opened revealing a wide area stacked high with boxes along the walls and corners.

She ventured further into the space, dust and broken glass crunching beneath her boots. She didn’t see any signs of life besides maybe some rats. As she neared the opposite corner what could’ve been a makeshift sitting area came into view, blocked from view initially by a stack of boxes. She approached noting the circle of crates, a dusty blanket, and a few books piled on the side.

She peered at the title of the book on the top of the stack.

The Royal Family of Terrasen. Mixed emotions surged through her body.

“Who’s in here?” A male voice boomed nearly rattling the windows. Celaena shuttered, letting her bravo fill her bones as she heard a set of footsteps enter the space.

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Rowan Whitethorn’s life since the fall of Terrasen and the reign of the Valg had been a hell-hole, to put it bluntly. His family fell out of status, his parents were slain in the ambush on Orynth’s castle, and Rowan was left in an unfamiliar land at twelve years old.

A sect of the Whitethorn house had been visiting Terrasen’s court for the holidays when Maeve made her move against the continent. Doranelle crumpled first to her rule and Terrasen followed, the army of Valg she’d amassed was too large to stand against. Adarlan only survived because King Dorian bowed down to Maeve.

Even now at twenty-two, he has nightmares about that evening. The terror he felt as Valg poured into the ballroom and slaughtered the royals. The terror he saw in the princess of Terrasen’s eyes as she was shoved into the kitchens by her nursemaid where Rowan had happened to take shelter as well. He was scared too, running as soon as his father screamed at him to as the Valg slit his throat. He regretted it deeply, leaving like a coward when the palace was invaded. He regretted the cowering he did in the kitchens as well but when the young princess had burst in the doors, tears flowing freely down her cheeks something had come over him. He had pushed her out into the snow yelling at her to run and she did, scrambling to find her footing.

The rest was a blur, the Vlag hurried into the kitchens soon after but somehow Rowan made it out with his life. The same could not be said for many people in the castle that night.

Now, Rowan lived in Rifthold as a thief and doer of other’s dirty work. He longed for the day he could get out of this city of nightmares crawling with Valg. One day, he promised himself, one day he’d have to funds to make it back to Wendlyn and witness what had become of his home.

There was an opportunity, though, that’d heard about from whispers on the streets. Aedion Ashryver. One of the few survivors from Terrasen’s downfall. He chosen to stay in Terrasen’s territory afterward, the country had no real structured ruling now. The old King-Consort Darrow was the closest thing there was to a king but from what he’d gathered the man is old and weak, not the same after the death of his husband, King Orlon. Terrasen had virtually crumbled.

Somehow, Aedion had built up the Bane and gained standing for himself. A standing he was using to campaign to find his long-lost cousin. How Maeve hadn’t gotten wind of Aedion and his plotting and squashed him, Rowan wasn’t sure. Nevertheless, Aedion was offering a hefty reward for the return of his dear Aelin, the nation’s true queen, convinced she was still alive.

Rowan thought the operation was useless. Her body was never found, that was true, but he imagined she’d likely fled into the Oakwald forest and perished from hypothermia not long after. If he could make a pretty penny from returning the ‘princess’ to Aedion, though, he wasn’t above doing so.

All Rowan needed was a young, blonde, and blue-eyed woman he could convince to join his cause and he could coach her to be the perfect replacement for Aelin. Truthfully, he wasn’t convinced this could ever be achieved but it was something he’d contemplated.

Rowan was making his way back to the warehouse he liked to operate his more shady business out of, the biting cold seeping into his clothes. The looming, muddy red-brick building came into view and he pushed the frosted metal door open. Immediately, he was aware that someone had invaded his space.

Small footsteps had disrupted the layer of dusk along the floor. His hand flew to the dagger strapped to his chest as he prowled further inside.

“Who’s in here?” he called out, gripping the dagger tightly by its handle. Once he got far enough into the space he could see a young woman was standing near his makeshift seats.

The first thing he noticed was she was beautiful. Long, golden blonde hair flowed down her shoulders, her skin was pale and her lips had a blue tint to them. Rowan pushed aside all those unsavory thoughts, she was an intruder after all. However, he couldn’t help but study her, she was dressed far too light for the dead of winter, not even a hat on her head.

She looked right back at him, accessing him as he was her. She didn’t look scared to have been caught trespassing, no, honestly, she looked annoyed as if he was interrupting her.

“Who the hell are you?”

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antigoneidk · 4 years

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Unexpectedly good| h.h.

summary: Getting out of your comfort zone isn’t as bad as it seems, getting to know strangers can be fun. Espesially cute ones.

words count: 3.2+

pairing: harry holland x writer!reader

warnings: none

a/n: this is my first time writing about Harry, but I thought why not?

True love exists they say. You're seeing it all around you as you taking a walk around your neighborhood, you’re reading it through written words late at night sitting on your bedroom floor, you’re hearing through melodies while driving around the city.

But does it last forever?

You also notice people getting their hearts broken, couples married for decades separating their ways, fighting for things they thought they never would. You’re listening to your friends crying, or artists expressing this pain through paintings, poems, even movies with actors playing their roles really well, drifting everyone with their emotions. Promises, vows are getting broken.

And you can help those questions that are always running to your mind: if it doesn’t last forever,then why the hell do we bother with it? Why do we even dragging ourselves into these situations when we could easily just be alone and happy after all? If love means suffer, why do others are still falling in love?

It would never make sense. Are they dumb?

Maybe.

We’ve been taught from early years some rules.

Number one: always be kind to others around you.

Number two: listen to your parents.

Number three: find someone to love.

And is not that they told us to do with words, but somehow they showed us with their actions. Your dad would kiss your mother goodbye before work, or give her presents. Your mum would prepare a fancy dinner for him, usually to thank him for everything he’s done for their family. They would go on dates, spoil each other, “I love you"'s would be heard every now and then. Or after an argument they’ll fall asleep and the next day they’ll get up with smiles on their faces and a forgiving speech already made up.

“My parents are divorced.”

Are they single? No, at least one of then has moved on and met somebody to love.

And that is my point. They got their hearts broken once, why do they risk it for the second time?

“Hey are you okay?” the blonde girl asked next to you, clearly worried.

“Umm yeah? Why are you asking?”

“You have these weird expressions while you’re writing and you scared the shit out of us. Also I’m really curious to know what caused you this” your male friend sipped his iced coffee. You laughed at him closing your notebook leaving your pen inside it and copying his movements. The cold liquid felt hydrating.

“I don’t think you will any time soon baby" you placed your cup at the table. “And to be honest with you, nobody will"

“The disrespect! Girl, we’ve been here for the past two hours and this is the first time you're talking" her voice sounded serious at first, turning to more playful after. They both knew that you were an artistic soul, always with a pen in your hand ready to imprint your thoughts at a paper. Writing meant everything to your existence, the only getaway from the world.

“You need to be more confident with your writing y/n. You are talented and you keep wasting your talent away. Imagine how you can change the world with all your inspirational things you write for us, all of your creative stories that I have no idea how your mind is capable to think of them. And I'm not saying this because I'm your friend, this is my honest opinion”

“And some may say that you are just a hopeless romantic. But I am in awe with you and how you describe feelings that are so difficult to talk about.”

You smiled bright at your friends. “What did I do to deserve friends like you guys?”

“You were just lucky that we felt sorry for you that day at the library” he took your hands into his and turned to the girl next to you, that had wrapped her arms around your torso and had placed her head to your shoulder. “Do you remember how lonely she looked?”

“Ouch"you said moving your hand towards your heart playing it hurt. “Oh my Gosh, was I like this?”you asked biting your lip. It was your first year at a new busy town, with people that looked way cooler that you were, a lifestyle out of your comfort zone. Denying that you didn’t seemed lost would be a lie.

They both nobbed their heads laughing and you covered your face thinking how much you have changed the past few years and even though you still wokred with yourself, you had made progress there.

«I think we should go guys, it's getting late and I have work to do» the man of the group announced, Gigi next to you complaining that he just ruined her night for the dumbest reason «in history»

«Who goes home to do work? Have you lost your mind? Let's go get a drink» she turned to you «Is he crazy?»

«I mean he may have a reason»

«Are you siding with him now? Do you have a boyfriend and you just don't want us to know?»she leaned to his side wanting to learn more curious. Your friend was the person that wanted to know everything about the others, not because of the gossip, she wasn't like that. The reason behind it was that Gigi felt the need to protect her family and close friends from bad situations. And to do that, she pressured others just so they can help her create a picture about them, a guide for her that she might need in the future.

Noel on the other hand seemed more like incurious about his friend's private life. Not that he didn't care, but he would wait for the other with no pressure. He was there for who might needed his help, whenever they felt ready to open up. Lies was the only thing that he couldn't forgive. From anyone.

«I'm gonna kill this bitch I swear» he got up following you that you were already behind them giggling with them.

«You are so annoying Noel» Gigi grabbed you by the arms and made her way to the exit of the cute café you spent your afternoon at. You glanced back at him with curved lips but eyes drowning with tears of laughter, while he was getting up from his chair, laughing with his sweet laugh of his and looking around for things that you might have forgot.

«Oh I'm sorry» you heard your friend apologizing at the same time you crashed with her back. You turned your head at her ready to reassure her, before your eyes met a pair of brown ones.

«It's my fault I wasn't paying any attention» a blonde boy next to him apologized shyly.«Ladies first» they both stepped back making room for the both of you to make your way out. You took a look at the boy that caught your attention at first smiling shyly back at him when you noticed him doing the same. You held onto your friend tightly as you walked away, giggling with her quietly.

«Gigi what was that?» you asked after a while, being sure that none of them would here you.

«I have no idea» she said before slowing her step finally staying still in front of you. «But they looked cute» her eyes made their way behind your back.

«Yes he did» you mumbled taking a look at your shoes. At the very time you realized what words your mouth left out loud you corrected yourself quickly «They were cute yeah..um..where-where is Noel?» you shallowed the inside of your cheeks staring back at her.

«Behind you» she replied with a smirk. «Hey baby y/n forgot her pen there, would you wait for us? Just for a minute?»

«What? No-»

«No she didn't, I checked everywhere. Y/n just search again at your bag»You rolled your eyes and opened your bag, diving your hand into the mess inside just for you to reveal the pen that was missing apparently.

«I can't with you guys sometimes» her walking far from the two of you had you chuckle at your friend, yet thinking that something would have come out of this. But it was just a stranger, a handsome one, that you would never see again. The chances of meeting this man were minimal so you tried to not distract your mind with possible scenarios.

You were curious though. What would have happened if you went back there? Maybe he wouldn't be there, not all people like to enjoy their drinks inside a room with others. Maybe he would have been sitting at a table with the blonde guy talking about his day or problems hat he might have. How will his voice sound like? Or he would be the one listening to his friend.

Or they would be waiting for their girlfriends to come.

It sounded more realistic at that time.

«What happened now?». You grabbbed his arm slowly walking behind the blonde annoyed girl friend of yours. The irritated sound of his voice was showing, tired of her attitude she had the past xouple of minutes.

“She is just a little mad at us, you know she had other plans for tonight. What can I say? We are bad friends I guess" you joked making the boy next to you roll his eyes smiling.

Few days later you found yourself into your little appartment, working at a new assignment that had to be ready in a couple of hours. Your fingers tapping the keyboard faster that lightning, the words showing in front of you in seconds, your mind working nonstop, new ideas popping every now and then out of nowhere.

Three hours later and ten pages were ready to be sent back at your boss. Ten pages fillled with things that only God knew how much you loved them.

The power of art. How art can change someone completely, how people can be reborn, how the prospective of life can turn, how individuals could change into creatures ready to rule the world with their creativity, their visions of a better future.

Your phone rang unexpectedly, the sound of the familiar ringtone disctracting you from checking possible mistakes on your writing. You picked it in your hand, the photo of your blondie friend lit up the screen.

“Hello” you answered happy to hear her after days.

“Hi y/n, what are you-” a loud car horn stopped her from finishing her sentence, voices from far away screaming, a chaos starting to build up. “Watch where you’ re going phycho” you bit your lip curious as her aggressive tone sounded from the other side of the phone.

“Are you okay? Gigi?”

“Why do all idiots get driving license?”

“I don't know babe, let's just pretend that they didn't pay others"

“That's true" she paused for a while and then continued “Yeah anyway, what are you doing?”

“I just finished my article. Do you wanna come over?” you suggested.

“I was thinking if you're interested in meeting at that café we went with Noel” it was only ten minutes away from where you lived, so it worked perfect for you.

“That sounds like a plan”

“Great! I'm gonna be there in twenty minutes so take your time"

“Okay I'll see you soon" you hanged up the call and moved to your closet. The weather was cloudy and windy, unlike the day before. People were walking down the streets holding on to their jackets really tight, so you assumed that it was getting really cold out there, a feeling of sadness covering you from the inside as summer was coming to an end sooner that you'd thought.

Ten minutes after you were outside finally, hugging your body as tight as possible, holding your own jacket, try to protect your self from the cold. Your rapid steps got you to your destination earlier that usual. You opened the door, the warm air hitting your face, the smell of coffee and donuts filling your lungs. You scanned the space around you, an empty table catching your eyesight a few meters away from where you stood. You sat there ans waited patiently for your friend to come and join you. The attention of yours caught the food that was getting ready to be served to customers, looking like the most attractive thing in the universe. I'm getting one of these for sure.

“Sorry for being late. Guess who I bumped into” Gigi interrupted your thoughts as she sat at the chair across you.

“Bratt Pitt?”

“I would have died. Try again I'll give you one more chance”

“Is it a celebrity?” you leaned to her half smiling.

“Nope" she shaked her head and crossed her hands down to her chest, leaning back.

“Then why would I know? Was it your ex?”

“Who sees their ex and smiles like that? Wake up"

“I give up"

“Do you remember the two cute boys we saw here?” she placed her arms at the table. “Yes don't look at me like that. They will be here in a few"

“You invited two strangers? What if their intentions are bad? Have you lost your mind?” you started panicking, yet making sure that you won't drag all the attention to you from the others.

“That would have been fun for your miserable life but no they're not bad. They seemed really nice actually and that's why I told them that we will be here so shut your mouth. And you even said that you liked that brunette boy, you should thank me”

“I never said anything like that Gigi. And I don’t care if they are the nicest people we've ever met, they're still strangers-“

“Not anymore" she lifted her arm and then stood up with a bright smile on her lips. “Um hey guys" she greeted them and then pointed towards you. “This is y/n I told you about" you got up and turned around so you can meet them yourself.

“Harrison" the blonde guy said to you and you smiled back at him.

“Y/n" you shacked his hand politely. He did not seem bad at all and even though you felt sorry for him, it was still irresponsible from her to act like this. You made room for him to pass you and came face to face with the brunette boy.

«I'm Harry» so that's how his voice sounded like.

«I'm y/n. Nice to meet you» he shacked your hand and you couldn't ignore the feelings you got, the warmth, the electricity you felt, the sensation just from the palm of his hand. You sat back down, across your bestfriend and next to Tom.

At first you felt really awkward, compared to Gigi that looked so confident and never stopped talking, moslty about her life, how she ended up in this town, what she's studying, her hobbies. She was a person that had the ability of opening up to strangers real quick, very friendly. She made you feel like home, like she was the big sister everyone wanted. That's how she won a place into your heart, you have always needed a friend like her, and she was at the right place the right time.

«So y/n what do you do in your free time?» Harrison asked.

«Oh..um I write I guess?»

«You have to see what she wrote last week. I admire her talent and I'm sure she will get far one day»

«It's not that big of a deal» you grabbed the cup in front you. «I just love writing about life and things in general»

«I would love to read something of yours» you heard Harry speaking and you turned to watch him. His curls seemed perfect covering a little of his forehead, his cheeks a light red, probably from the heat, his eyes staring back at you.

«You think so?» he caught you by surprise, as mostly the people that learnt about your obsession with writing never actually asked you to read anything from your writings, and maybe there was a chance that this was the reason behind you doubting all of your work. It was a battle that you didn't ask for.

«Yes» his lips turned into a smile, your did to as you couldn't help it. And you met him only half and hour before.

Their stories were interesting. Harrison had a passion for acting and was actually preparing for a really big project that he couldn't share much information for. But your curiosity was loud, you wanted to learn about this job, or how he was able to handle his emotions.

Harry was into photography, a fact that surprised you in a good way, and as you heard him talk about it more as the time went by, both of you gained more confidence and comfort around each other, absorbing plenty of informations.

At this point you thanked your friend for inviting them, and noted to do that in person after. They were truly the nicest people and seemed like two boys that you would totally hang with them anytime.

“This is amazing. I would love to see them one day” you stated. He moved closer to you, his one arm came behind your chair and rested there.

“I'm free for you anytime, as long as I'm gonna read anything, a poem or a story, only of yours”

“You really want to read them? They are not that good” you pointed at Gigi "Don't listen to her"

“You're really cute” he pulled your hair behind your ear “And yes I want to read one of your writings, I know that they will be good, I can already tell how artistic you are and I like that” he really said that? Was this true?

“Hey mate we have to go. Tom is waiting for us" Harrison pushed Harry's arm destroying your little moment, thankfully cause you actually didn't have any answer for his statement. Just questions that he wasn't going to answer.

“Already? He can't wait for a little more?” Harry got up after Harrison as he wore his jacket.”I'm so sorry girls. We'll make up for this I promise you. And I'm gonna bring my work with me just for you" he whispered his last sentence to you, while the other two of the group were talking on their own.

“It's okay don't worry. I'm sure he has a reason for whatever happened"

“No my brother is just a asshole and not responsible but don't let me get started" you laughed for a moment and watched straight at you, Harrison and Gigi hugging each other. They seemed like they got so closed within an hour only. It was unbelievable how she knew exactly what to say to win everyone's heart and mind. “I'm just hoping that I'll be able to see you again"

“Um I hope to as well" you smiled at him goodbye and waved at the two boys, that were walking now outside the café.

“You're lucky that I have Harrison’s number”

“What?”you turned your attention back to her. She was in a really happy mood and it showed not only from her expressions but from her body language as well.

“You dumbass how are you gonna see him again if you can't find him huh?”

She was right.

“I'm sorry for earlier. I was wrong" you apologized, feeling sorry for staying mad at her when all she wanted to do was to get you out of your comfort zone.

“You're still thinking about it? Just tell, how was he? He was cute right?”

After 2 hours of gossip and analyses you were finally back at your safe place, wrapped around with your favorite blanket and your favorite movie on. Everything seemed okay when a message from an unknown number called you back into reality.

‘Hey this is Harry! I forgot to ask your number but I was lucky enough to find it. Goodnight<3'

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he is so cute what the hell?????

#Harry Holland #harry holland x you #harry holland x y/n #harry holland x reader #harry holland fluff #harry holland fic #harry holland imagine

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Paramore - After Laughter - Album Review

The quarter-life crisis album for a generation who didn't know they needed it yet.

Yeah, I, uh, totally missed Paramore. As a recovering 2013 Tumblr girl, I don't know how that one happened, but it did, and now I'm paying for it and wondering why the hell I waited for so long. (Hint: it was probably the internalized misogyny.) I remember a surprising amount of negativity surrounding this record when it arrived, which I guess isn't surprising given how hostile to change Paramore's core demographic can be despite their lineup changes. At the same time, though, it is surprising - this is Paramore's happiest-sounding, most immediate album, and has some of their absolute best lyrics. Down to a trio, and with Zac Farro rejoining on drums, After Laughter finds the band shedding the baggage of their teenage years and realizing that, yeah, the rest of it is going to be like this.

The hooks on this album, my god. Opening with the one-two punch of lead singles "Hard Times" and "Rose-Colored Boy," the latter of which has instantly become my favorite of the few Paramore songs I know, the band proceeds through a salvo of killer pop songs. I did say pop and not pop-punk: while this is certainly pop-rock-ish, the lack of punk bite on these songs is part of the draw. Again, this is an album about maturation - the pettiness of "Misery Business" is gone. The radio-slickness of "Still Into You" is a bit closer, but After Laughter leans into the goofiness of the 80s, with call-and-response chants, simple synth lines on cheap keyboards, and jangly guitar tones cribbed from bands like the Cure and especially New Order at their sugariest. "Caught in the Middle" rides three chords like Blink but turns into a Blondie-ish reggae strut on the irresistible chorus, with one of Williams's best performances and the best guitar line on the album.

Other highlights include the lush "Pool," "Fake Happy," whose simple synth riff is the kind that gets stuck in your jaw like candy, the alternately moody (hello Robert Smith) and bouncy "Idle Worship," and the lovely acoustic-and-strings surprise "26," which has one of the most affecting melodies I've ever heard from a band with its roots in the snottier side of pop-punk. (That's a very affectionate use of the word "snottier," ftr.) One thing I love that connects all these songs is their embrace of the verse - there's a stupid and shitty trend in a lot of radio pop these days to just let the verses fill space to lull you into a sense of security before slapping you over the head with an overinflated chorus. Williams recognizes in her songwriting that verses are just as important to the structure and memorability of a pop song as the chorus, and there's hardly a wasted verse section across the whole record.

I delayed it this long, but it's impossible to talk about htis album without talking about Williams's lyrics, and, boy. For all the "I'm So Fucked Up And Sad" posturing that Paramore's Warped Tour stagemates paraded out for crowds of Fucked Up And Sad teenagers, rarely have I heard anything from that crowd that can articulate the realities of depression, ennui, and mental illness.

> Leave me here a little bit longer

> I think I wanna stay in the car

> I don't want anybody seeing me cry now

> You say "We gotta look on the bright side"

> I say "Well, maybe if you wanna go blind"

> You say my eyes are getting too dark now

> But boy, you ain't ever seen my mind

> Hey, if I smile with my teeth

> Bet you believe me

> If I smile with my teeth

> I think I believe me

> See, I'm gonna draw up my lipstick wider than my mouth

> And if the lights are low, they'll never see me frown

> Survival will not be the hardest part

> It's keeping all your hopes alive

> When all the rest of you has died

> So let it break your heart

And that's just the first five songs! The heart of this album is consumed with using music and performance to cover up darker thoughts, losing friends, and aging out of the circle that protected you when you were younger. It resonates if you let it, but the music on the surface doesn't bear many traces either. Being able to convey pain so harshly in songs this snappy is rare, and it suits the band really well. This is a silly comparison but I'm almost reminded of Silver Jews' *American Water* in the pithiness of its sadness.

If I have one criticism of After Laughter, it's that at this point the band Paramore has become a bit of a Hayley Williams solo project. That's fine, of course, and the album doesn't suffer for it, since she's brilliant, but it does mean that sometimes the instrumentals take a backseat to her vocals, like on the just-okay "Grudges," or the sleepy "Forgiveness." The guitar playing can run anonymous, which is kinda crazy coming from the guy who shredded his way through the Riot! years and delivered the slamming walls of guitar on "Ain't It Fun's" chorus. That's a pretty minor complaint overall, though, I was really impressed by this record and couldn't believe I slept on it for so long. Catch me sprinting through their back catalogue this week!

RATING: LIGHT 9/10

FAVORITE TRACKS: "Hard Times," "Rose-Colored Boy," "Told You So," "Fake Happy," "26," "Pool," "Caught in the Middle," "Idle Worship," "Tell Me How"

LEAST FAVORITE TRACK: "Forgiveness"

after laughter on spotify

#paramore #pop #synthpop #indie rock #pop rock

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years

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Part 27

Summary: The Pogues can’t seem to catch a break...

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AU:Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31

Note: Hope you guys enjoy! As always let me know what you guys think!

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I woke up to the sound of machines beeping, my eyes feeling heavy as I tried to open them. I looked around to see a hospital room, my leg was heavily bandaged, tubes running in and out of me, and the feeling of something heavy on my hand. I looked to the other side of me to see Kie holding my hand, Pope beside of her. JJ was nowhere in sight which worried me.

“Hey, how do you feel?” she asked, rubbing the back of my hand with her thumb.

“Sore, sleepy....where’s JJ?” I asked, concerned that he wasn’t right beside me. Kie looked at Pope, her expression somber. “Kie, where’s JJ?” I asked again, trying to sit up.

“We don’t know...” Pope said, my eyes widening.

“He went to go get you some other clothes...he never came back. I’ve called him and Pope has too, it goes straight to voicemail.” Kie said, brushing some hair out of my face.

“Where’s my phone, I’ll try.” I said, sitting up. My body protested, but I forced my muscles to cooperate. I called JJ, he picked up on the first ring.

“JJ? Where are you?” I asked worriedly.

“Angel, knew you’d be calling soon.” Barry said from JJ’s phone.

“Barry? Where’s JJ? What did you do to him?” I yelled, my heart monitor starting to beep from how fast my heart was going.

“You’ll get him back when I get my 25k Angel, he’s going to do some jobs for me. Not sure how pretty he’ll be when you get him back though in all honesty.” he said, I could hear yelling in the background.

“If you so much as harm a single strand of hair on his head Barry I’ll make sure you’re dead this time around.” I growled, gripping my phone tighter.

“Clock’s tickin’ Angel, better start digging up some cash. I’ll let you say bye to your boy .” Barry said, I heard shuffling before I heard JJ’s voice.

“Hey sweets” JJ croaked, his voice rougher than usual.

“JJ! Don’t worry baby we’re coming to get you.” I said, tears rolling down my face.

“I’m so so sorry baby, please just stay home. I don’t want you to get hurt anymore than you already are. Please, don’t try to be a hero for me.” he said firmly.

“I already told you Maybank, I’m not going another day without you. It’s you and me until the end Blondie. Sit tight we’ll be there soon, I love you.” I said, telling Pope to go get a nurse.

“I love you, be careful.” he said, the line going dead right after.

I put my phone down, staring at the wall. I saw Kie’s lips moving, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I ripped the covers off of me, swinging my legs off of the bed. I yanked the tubes and cords out of me, going to grab my clothes.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Kie shouted, trying to grab a hold of me.

“I’m getting the fuck out of here Kiara, JJ is in trouble. Barry has him and is going to torture him until we find 25k. I’m not wasting anytime, we’re going to make a visit to the Cameron’s.” I said, limping to the bathroom.

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Pope pulled up to the Cameron’s, we parked by a house beside theirs so the van couldn’t be seen. I got out of the van, turning to look at my friends.

“Ok, I’m going to try and make it in and out in 30 minutes. Ward has to have some cash in his house somewhere.” I said.

“What about surveillance cameras? They’re bound to have those.” Kie said, her look telling me that she did not like this plan.

“Way ahead of you, I brought these mini pliers so I could cut the wires to their electrical box. I remember the last time we were here, the box was just outside of Sarah’s room.” I said, showing them my mini tool. Kie huffed, sitting back in her seat.

“I don’t like this...” she grumbled.

“I can’t just let Barry torture JJ Kiara! He’s in trouble!” I exclaimed, not understanding why she was so against this.

“He’s the one that got us in this mess in the first place!” she shouted, Pope putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Kie, this is not the time to-” Pope said.

“Shut up Pope!” Kie yelled.

“So it’s ok to help my brother get out of trouble, but now that JJ needs our help you just want to let him be tortured by a blood crazy drug dealer? Got it.” I said, giving a thumbs up.

“I’m just saying I don’t like that we have to resort to stealing money from someone to bail JJ out,” she sighed.

“Technically we’re stealing from someone who stole from us, so it evens out the playing field if you think about it.” Pope rambled.

“Thank you Pope!” I said, Kie rolling her eyes at her boyfriend.

“You also just got out of the hospital, well, escaped from the hospital for being shot.” she said.

“I have to agree on those circumstances, you shouldn’t even be standing.” Pope said.

“Wish me luck,” I said, saluting them before taking off towards the Cameron’s house.

It didn’t look like anyone was home, I didn’t spot any vehicles outside their home. Rafe’s bike wasn’t in sight either, this was a good sign. I ran to the side of the house where Sarah’s room was, locating the electrical box. I opened it, tearing the insides out until I could see all the wires connecting to the house. I snipped every single wire in sight, having to use more force with the bigger wires. After that, I climbed the side of the house until I was at the window. The window was surprisingly unlocked, so I slid myself in with ease. My leg screaming at me, I could feel the blood pumping in my leg. The pain excruciating, but I had to ignore it. I had to save JJ.

I listened to see if there was any noise in the house, straining my ears to pick up any sound. I tiptoed to the door, being careful on the creaky parts of the floor. I peaked out of the room, seeing no one on the second floor. I ran to Ward’s office, putting my ear against the door to check for any signs of someone being in there. I slowly peaked my head in, looking both ways before fully stepping in the office.

I looked around to see if Ward was dumb enough to have the safe somewhere obvious, hoping that he was so this would be easy. Nothing in my life was ever easy though. I started to feel anxious, the thought of Barry, and no doubt Rafe, hurting JJ. I hoped more than anything that I would find JJ in one piece, but I needed to focus. I started to tear the place apart, pulling on shelves and books, looking under furniture.

I was starting to lose hope, until I looked back at the huge picture of Tanny. I had this feeling that I should look behind the picture. I walked over to it, running my fingers where I could reach. I heard a click, pulling back on the picture, and there it was. It was an eight digit code safe, seemed easy enough for me to guess.

I went through all his children’s, wife’s, and even tried his birthday. Nothing. Just for sport I tried mine and John B.’s birthday, starting to get frustrated. I turned to his desk, going through a bunch of his files on The Royal Merchant. I looked for an eight digit number that could give me a clue to what the code might be. I froze when I found a picture.

It was a picture of him, Scooter, and my father. Then something clicked, I turned back and tried the date my father went missing. The safe beeped, a green light flashing, and it opened. I was exhilarated, finding wads and wads of cash. I shrugged JJ’s backpack off my shoulders, stuffing all the money I could into the backpack. My phone started to vibrate in my pocket, my eyes widening at the message.

“GET OUT NOW! WARD AND RAFE ARE COMING IN!!!” from Pope.

I shut the safe, carefully shutting the picture frame. I opened the door to see Rafe and Ward coming up the steps, thankfully they hadn’t heard me. I quickly shut the door back, looking for a place to hide. I saw the space between a bookshelf, making a mad dash to it. I wiggled myself in just as Rafe and Ward walked in. I held my breath as I watched them sit at his desk.

“I don’t remember leaving my stuff out like this,” Ward mumbled.

“Can you please just call the electrical company so we can get the WiFi back.” Rafe huffed, pacing around the room.

“Don’t you have better things to do Rafe?” Ward asked, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Ward, it looks like someone hacked at the electrical box! What is going on?” Rose asked.

“What? I’ll come take a look.” Ward sighed, all of them heading out.

I let out the breath I was holding, coming out of my hiding spot. I scurried to the door, watching them go down the stairs. I stepped out, going towards Sarah’s room.

“Hello little Pogue,” Rafe’s voice came from behind me. I jumped, spinning around.

“Rafe,” I gasped.

“Come back for more?” he asked, smirking at me.

“I came for my money you son of a bitch” I sneered, taking off to Sarah’s room.

“Get back here!” Rafe yelled, chasing after me.

I jumped out of Sarah’s window, hurrying down the ladder. I sprinted to the front of the house, ignoring the immense pain in my leg. Rafe came out of the front of the house just as I made it past the front steps, catching up to me. I pushed myself faster, waving my hands at the van.

“POPE DRIVE!” I screeched, making my legs move despite them screaming at me to stop.

Kie opened the van as Pope took off, reaching out for my hand. I grabbed a hold of her, pulling myself in. Rafe was right behind me, grabbing the side of the door. Kie and I heaved at the door, the piece of shit getting stuck of course. Rafe tried to grab at me, I laid back and kicked my legs forward. I successfully got him in the chest, knocking him off the van. Kie and I got the door shut, both of us panting.

“Did you get it?” Pope asked, glancing back at us.

“I took the whole damn thing baby!” I cheered, showing the inside of JJ’s backpack.

“Oh shit!” Kie smiled, high-fiving me.

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We were back at the chateau, getting everything ready to go find JJ. I called JJ’s phone again, Barry picking up.

“Angel, you got my money?” he asked.

“All of it, now where is he?” I spat.

“Calm down Angel, you’ll get your boy back in no time.” he said.

“What do you mean no time? I got your money that’s what you wanted!” I shouted, pacing around the room.

“I’m not done playing Angel,” he whispered, my heart dropped.

“Barry, that boy has suffered enough because of Luke! Let him go!” I yelled.

“You see Angel, I don’t take kindly to people stealing from me. I’ll let you know when you can have him back.” he laughed.

“BARRY!” I screeched, the line went dead.

“NO!” I wailed, throwing my phone at the wall.

“What happened?!” Kie asked, coming to my side. Pope picked up my phone, bringing it to me.

“He’s not letting JJ go, he said he’s not done playing with us.” I sobbed, both of them hugging me.

“We’ll figure something out, we always do.” Pope said, always trying to be the optimist in the most awful situations.

“You’re right, we need to focus. We know where Barry lives right? Maybe we could go there and find a clue to where he’s keeping JJ.” I brainstormed, pacing around the living room.The front door opened, all of us turning to look. I stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth falling open.

“Hi bubba,” John B. whispered.

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sxngshine · 4 years

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If Tomorrow Comes

• Chan x reader x Minho

• Genre: FLUFF, BIT OF CRACK, ANGSTTT

• Word Count: 2.03k

• Love triangle au, college au, Enemies to lovers(kind of) au

• Summary: you were a temperamental girl who lived a hard life ever since your dad died. Your grandma and mom always fought and it always brought troubles to your already broken family. But after meeting a man who came all the way from another country, you knew your life wasn't going to be the same. But don't judge a book by its cover, otherwise you'll never know the full story.

• Extra: This story is based off of a movie I watched. I really liked the plot so I made a story out of it. Obviously not exactly like the movie, I added my own parts to it. All creds go to the creators of the movie ily all💕

Ps. I may make a series out of this.

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♡Y/n's POV♡

Beep Beep Beep Beep Bee-

You groaned and turned off your stupid alarm. Mornings were definitely not your thing. But alas, you had a class today and you couldn't be late, so you begrudgingly got up and dragged your feet towards the bathroom.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you almost screeched at your ugliness- just kidding but you did groan at how much of a rats nest your hair looked like.

After showering and completing your morning routine, you walked out of your bathroom and towards your closet. Throwing on whatever you saw first (which happened to be a gray hoodie and unfortunately, jeans) and then tamed your hair so it looked hair presentable.

Not bothering to put it up you grabbed your bag and made your way downstairs. And then you immediately regretted it.

There was loud screaming coming from the kitchen and the sound of crying. You sighed and walked into the kitchen, you mood worsening when you saw your little sister crying. You hated seeing her cry, she was a wholesome child and you would never allow her childhood to be ruined because the to two people yelling.

"Enough!" You yelled, gaining the attention of all three present. "What is going on?"

"This nuisance spilled her juice all over me!" Your grandma yelled, throwing her hands into the air.

"She's just a kid! It was an accident and she even apologized! Why are you being so mean!?" Your mother yelled back.

"Ever since you adopted this child shes been nothing but a pest! Always leeching off of us-"

"I said ENOUGH!" You had enough of their shit. Walking up to your crying sister, you gave her a hug and picked her up so she was secure around your hip.

"Grandma, I love you. But that's no way to speak to her. She apologized so you dont need to start yelling such things." You said calmly, controlling your temper.

"Now both of you break it up," you looked at the two women who eventually went their separate ways, muttering under their breathes.

"Hey princess, are you okay?" You asked your little 6 year old sister whole wiping her tears away.

She nodded and rubbed her eyes. "I'm okay, did grandma mean it?" She asked sadly.

"No of course not, she may not show it but she loves you baby. Don't worry okay? Now you go play in your room alright?" You told her, setting her down.

"Okay unnie, I love you," she said, kissing your cheek before running upstairs.

You smiled and grabbed your bag once again, deciding to just grab some juice and skip breakfast for today.

"I'm leaving!" You yelled before walking out the front door. Seeing your neighbor Mr.Bang, you waved hi. Mr.Bang was a nice and jolly old man who lived by himself.

You walked to the bus terminal and sat down waiting for your best friend. After a few minutes she ran up to you.

"Hey Y/N!" She chirped happily, a little too happy for your taste.

"Hey Nari, why so happy? Its Monday," you stated, sipping on your juice.

"Because! I just saw this super cute guy on the way here and oh my god we was so good looking like-"

One thing you didn't like about your bestfriend was how crazy she was about boys.

"Girl! This is like the 4th guy this week! The week only started yesterday for crying out loud! How long are you gonna keep doing this to yourself? Guys are a literal WASTE of time. Do something better with your life rather than fawning over guys all the time." You snapped, already tired hearing where this conversation was heading.

"But-" she tried to say but the bus arrived and cut her short. "Come on," you said standing up, walking towards the entrance of the bus.

You were waiting for everyone to get off while you sipped your juice, but of course, someone just HAD to bump into you, spilling your juice all over your hoodie.

"What the hell man!" You screeched. Thankfully you had a tshirt on underneath so you took off your sweater.

You glared at the guy who spilled your drink. "Shit, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to here's a tissue-" he said, fumbling with his bag.

People were now boarding the bus and you had to go. "Watch where you're going next time blondie," you seethed before getting onto the bus, leaving the mysterious boy on the sidewalk.

*time skip to after class*

"Finally! I was growing tired of listening to her talk," you sighed and got up from your seat. Being a business major was such hard work, sometimes you considered just dropping out.

Packing your things up and saying goodbye to your classmates, you walked out the university and sat down in the bench where you and your bestfriend usually met.

After waiting for another 10 minutes, you started to grow impatient.

"Y/N!" The familiar voice yelled as they ran up to you.

"You know Minho, it's rude to keep people waiting." You stated, crossing your arms.

"Were there others waiting here as well?" He asked, catching his breath. "Me Minho, I'm people," you groaned and began walking away.

He just laughed and followed you, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "I'm sorry, I saw this really hot girl and-" you blocked out the rest he was going to say.

You see, Minho was a fuckboy. A player. He's been going from girl to girl, no one ever lasts a week with him. There was no doubt, Minho was definitely cute and he was really smart. But when it came to girls, there was no end to his fanclub. That's what happens when your bestfriends with the son of Lee industries.

Yep, you heard it folks. He's the Lee Minho, heir of Lee industries. How the two of you became friends, you'll never know.

"Whatever I dont care about what you did to get the girl man, just drive me home please!" You pleaded. You just wanted to go home and flop onto your bed for a few years.

Minho just rolled his eyes and nodded. You started talking about random things as he Lead you too his car. He started the engine and drove off.

After talking a bit more he spoke up "Y'know Y/N, don't you think it's about time you got yourself a boyfriend?" He asked you.

You snorted. "Men are a waste of time. Besides I don't need any man but you Min. Why do I need a boyfriend when I have my bestfriend?"

Hearing that made Minho smile as pink busted his cheeks. He was happy you felt that way about him. Although that last line was a bit of a sting. Man just got friendzoned.

Once arriving at your house you said bye to Minho and stepped out of the car, walking to your front porch and turning around to wave at him once more before he drove off.

Walking into your house you kicked off your shoes and trudged upstairs, throwing your dirty hoodie in the hamper beside your closet. You dropped your bag and jumped onto your bed closing your eyes.

You didn't even close your eyes for 30 seconds before you felt someone's weight on you. Groaning, you open your eyes to see your little sister.

"Yunaaa.... what is it?" You whined.

"I wanna go to the park," she said.

"Unnies tired sis, ask mom.." you mumbled.

"Mom had to go to work and there's no way I'm asking grandma," she whined.

You sighed and sat up, the little girl now sitting in your lap instead of crushing your chest.

"Alright, only for a little while. Okay?" You told her and she nodded, jumping up and down.

You grabbed your phone and decided to wear your glasses today cause you were to lazy to put on your contacts.

You held your sisters hand as she happily skipped down the sidewalk beside you. Arriving to the park, Yuna let go of your hand and ran towards the swings. But she, being the clumsy child she is, bumped into someone and scraped her knee. You gasped and ran towards them.

The guy she bumped into bent down and helped her up. He put a bandaid on her cut and helped her up.

"What's your name sweetie?" He asked, grabbing a flower nearby and placing it in her hair, making her giggle.

"Yuna" she said.

"I'm Chan" he said smiling at the little girl.

You put a hand on her shoulder and went to apologize. "I'm so sorry about her clumsiness-" you went to say but he cut you off.

"Hey! You're that girl from the bus terminal!" He exclaimed. You properly looked at him and scowled.

"Oh it's you blondie," you said, picking up your sister and placing her on your hip. "You okay?" You asked her.

"Yeah! Channie oppa made it better!" She giggled.

"Did you thank him?" You asked her. You may not like him but you still had manners.

"Thank you Channie oppa!" She said happily before wiggling out of your arms and running towards the swings.

Now it was just the two of you. You were about to leave when he suddenly spoke up.

"Am I not going to get a thank you?" He asked.

"Why would I?" you scoffed. "Call us even for that time you spilt my drink all over me"

You began to walk away when he yelled. "Nice meeting you glasses!" You just rolled your eyes.

-The next day-

You didn't have a class today and you couldn't me happier. After doing assignments and listening for so long you needed a break.

You were eating a snack while texting Minho when someone rang your doorbell. You looked at the door with furrowed, who decides to visit at 10am??

You walked towards the door to see your mother with Yuna in front of her. You glanced at them before opening the door.

There stood Blondie.

"Oh! Pleasure seeing you again." He said to you before looking at your mom.

"Hi Miss! My uncle asked me to bring you this dish," he said, showing you guys the dish.

"And you are?" She asked.

"Oh right! I'm Chan, I'm from Australia and I'm Mr.Bangs nephew." He stated while smiling.

"Its a pleasure to meet you Chan, thank you for the dish. And please, call me Nina." You cringed when your mom told him her first name

He smiled "What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Looking down, he saw Yuna and gasped.

"Yuna my favorite girl!" He exclaimed, crouching to give her a hug which she gladly returned. You just rolled your eyes and continued to stare at him angrily.

You weren't sure why but he was getting on your nerves. "Ah right! What brings you here all the way from Australia? Important businesses?" Your mom asked.

"Ah no, I'm here to visit someone important to me. And maybe get married," He said happily.

"Ah really!?" Your moms eyes widened.

"That being said, Nina I want to marry your daughter!" He exclaimed. What???

"Excuse me?" You scowled.

"I wasn't talking to you glasses I was talking to little Yuna over here. Yuna will you marry me?" He exclaimed dramatically. Yuna giggled and shook her head.

"No!" "No!" Both you and Yuna yelled at the same time.

"Quick question Nina, is she in a bad mood or was she born this way?" Chan asked you mom, making your anger skyrocket.

"Shes always like this-" you mom said and you whined. "Mom!"

"Hahaha it's okay we can work on it." He said nonchalantly.

"Work on it-?" "Anyways! It was nice meeting you all, I'll see you at 8 o clock!" Chan said.

"8 o clock?" Your mom questioned.

"For dinner! At your place. I'm you're new neighbor, obviously you'll invite to show your hospitality... won't you?" He asked looking hopeful.

"Okay..." your mom said.

"Also, glasses over here might be a bit angry with you when I go. Apologies for that! Bye now!" He gave Nina the dish and walked off.

What just happened?

#bang chan fanfic #bang chan fluff #chan fluff #chan angst #bang chan #stray kids angst #skz au #skz angst #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #skz blurbs #bang chan ff #bang chan x reader #au

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natemxre · 5 years

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Escape the Motherloving Nightmare - Part 11

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‘The redhead is a stranger, but the blond is a face I know all too well. More deadly than a cobra, or the most fatale of femmes, but how to tell the kid? How to sum up a toxic tango of two decades, locked in a fight with this twisted son of a bitch who-’

“You’re doing it again.”

Mare’s voice is rough, the kid leaning against a pillar, arms crossed and head partially bowed. He feels as though he ran through Hellfire and by rights he probably ought not to be pushing himself, but Abe stinks, this place sucks, and close contact is not something he really wants right now.

In their bid to escape the strange green fog, the pair had hurried into the first unlocked building they could find, leading them into this swanky, if somewhat empty lounge, dressed up like some 70s love nest that swingers would go crazy for. Funky furniture, lots of pillars, and a hideous orange color palette that’s probably going to burn their eyes from their skulls.

Abe stands a short distance away, blinking in confusion, before closing his eyes and sighing as he tries not to sway in place.

“Give me a break, I’m very drunk.”

In the middle of the room stand two strangers and if Abe’s rambling means anything, he knows at least one of them. They certainly don’t look like friends, one of blondie’s hands wrapped around the redhead’s throat, barely holding him up so his toes are only just brushing against the carpet. Blondie looks surprised but the redhead is somehow grinning,.

Joey, the Savant, stares in shock at these party crashers, before scowling and turning to the Rengade.

“What is he doing here?” his free hand comes up to gesture towards the detective.

“He was with Dirk when I-!” The rest of the answer is choked away as the fingers around Shane’s windpipe tighten.

“So you kept him on set?!”

Mare raises an eyebrow curiously. “Set? Is this some kind of show?”

“Well actu-” Shane coughs and splutters as Joey raises him higher before slamming him onto the ground with the kind of strength you wouldn’t expect to be in such a skinny guy.

The blond gives a gutteral scream as he boots the Renegade in the chest, flooring him. A moment later, a short calming breath and Joey stands, straightening himself out, brushing invisible dust from his Victorian jacket as he turns with a grin, pinning the detective with a sly smile.

“Hello Abe-y.”

“Graceless.” Abe responds with a curt nod, scowling. “Sorry to crash your murder game. Except I’m not, because now I’ve got you.”

“Oh please.” Joey’s laugh is dry, cold, and emotionless, bringing his fingers to his mouth as though pretending to hide his humour at the detective’s stupidity, “You’ve got nothing.”

“Where is he?”

There’s a flash of knowing in the Savant’s eyes, and a smirk with all the innocence of a flasher caught with his pants down. “Wouldn’t you like to kno-”

“Bored now.” Mare cuts across him, not caring in the least that Joey is clearly pissed at the interruption. It’s bad enough dealing with one drunken dramatic asshole. Throwing in an overacting douchebag will get them exactly nowhere fast. “Abe, who is this jackass?”

“Joseph Graceffa AKA Graceless.” Abe steps forward, slowly pacing directly between the kid and the maniac, his subtle attempt at trying to protect the ghost not going unnoticed by the Savant who raises his eyebrows curiously. “The linch pin at the center of my life’s work. The Unsolvable Case. Not a shred of evidence, just a list of missing persons, two traumatised survivors, and him.” he stops, finger raising to point at Joey, “Partner said I was chasing ghosts, wasting time on a crime that was already going cold. Until he went missing.”

Joey smiles. Oh he remembers that! It feels so long ago now. A lot more slapdash, many hiccoughs, and almost caught out by two of the players. But it’s so easy to rig the game in your favour when you’re pulling the right strings. Such a shame, they didn’t make it!

“Was that the Disco Dancer or the District Attorney?” The Savant absent-mindedly taps his chin in thought, delighting in the little frown lines as Abe scowls at him again. Joey chuckles and shrugs. “They all start to blur together after a while.”

“All…?” Mare glances to the detective. Back in the bar, Abe had mentioned going through a lot of partners, all of them missing, he’d said, but if Mare is following this correctly then, “...You killed them.”

“Dirk’s a good kid, Graceless.” Abe has stopped pacing, standing face on to the murderer. “He doesn’t deserve this. None of them did.”

“You know actually, I am glad you’re here,” Joey’s eyes steel, pinning the detective, yet somehow Abe doesn’t flinch, with an unnerving and creepy gaze. It’s almost like he’s proud of the pain they can all see on the detective’s face. “This time, I can make you watch.”

The death-stenched air in the Divine Lounge suddenly drops, breath turning to vapor in the air while the lights overhead flicker wildly. Long creepy shadows are thrown across the carpeted floor as Abe shouts but Mare’s already gone from behind him, reappearing behind Joey. Less than a second to react, the ghost’s icy hand plunges into the Savant’s chest, grabbing whatever is in there – because he knows it’s not a heart – and squeezing.

“Don’t!” Abe is reaching for him, smart enough to keep his distance, honestly afraid as a rage that’s starting to get a little too familiar burns in the kid’s eyes.

Mare doesn’t notice, his entire focus zeroed in on the weakening pulse beneath his fingers. Murderer! Monster! People like him – like Afton – deserve everything coming to them, but since the universe seems to be late with the karmic payout, he’ll gladly pay the bill.

“Kid, stop!”

The Savant stands in place, arms raised, eyes wide, mouth open. His lungs are spasming, desperate to draw in some air, but frozen in place as he feels his chest shrinking. Mare hopes he can feel it, every gasp, every twitch. He hopes it hurts!

“I can end this.” Mare voice is a good deal calmer than he is, steady and even.

“Not like this!” Abe shouts, but Mare barely seems to hear him, “What about your friend?”

The rage falters.

Mad….

“Your friend,” Abe notices the pause and takes his chance, gesturing vaguely towards ‘outside’, “he’s still out there. Dirk too. We find them, we get out of here. That’s how we beat this bastard.”

The seconds draw out before Mare slowly withdraws. As his hand comes free, the murderer collapses into a heap, chest heaving, gasping for breath. The ghost stands over him radiating an ineffable strength that Abe hadn’t noticed before.

“I see you again, I’m breaking your neck.” Mare’s voice is low and grumbly as he steps over the pile of murderer on the floor and heads towards the door. Who knows, maybe the fog won’t melt Abe’s lungs like acid. The detective pauses, glancing towards Joey, stopping only to flip him off before slowly making his way after the kid.

They leave the Savant and the Renegade, on the floor, both gasping for breath. One clutching his chest, the other holding his neck, both silent in shock for a good several minutes.

It’s the Renegade who finally breaks the silence with a smirk.

“I like that kid.”

#Escape the Night #The Savant #The Renegade #natemare #Abe the Detective #Escape the Motherloving Nightmare #Protection Verse #Egos AU #I can only apologise for the amount of time this took #but jsyk this is draft number 19 #no more than 3 have matching elements it changed that much

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noir at high noon: twelve snippets in a life

susan’s POV. a little snippet of post-canon, among other things.

4. I knew Angel Eyes was trouble. That's why I went to find him.

You'd think it'd cost me something: money, self-respect, time at least. Enough to make my search sound difficult, when the truth is it took me two days and no trouble at all to make the connection I needed. Why not?

By then, I'd already lost the only thing that ever made my life worth a damn.

1. "Some day, I'll steal a car so fast it'll make you puke when I drive it."

My brother, aged six and a half. Even back then Charlie was already a handful, running wild in the streets, snatching wallets and peeking up skirts. He never did get any better.

I loved him, but I knew better than to dote. If he'd died on his own terms, bit through by exotic fish and drowning in tidal surf, or crashing over a cliff with a harem of screaming blondes, I could have taken any kind of crazy exit. It was his life to lose.

But my husband cheated him of that bright and burning death, gave him a two-bit piece of nothing in a back alley; and I wasn't going to stand for that.

5. "You're not one of the regulars here," Angel Eyes said to me, puffing smoke from his pipe like Alice's caterpillar. "I'd know you if you were. Which one did you bribe for that apron?"

"Cindy. She thanked me for it, she says she was glad for a day to look after her sick kid."

"She should have told me. I'd have arranged help." His dark eyes bored into mine, more remorselessly than any bullet; that would have brought relief and he wasn't going to promise any. "If it's a job, you take that up with Rose. I don't do house calls."

"I don't want you to kill my husband."

"No?"

"I want you to teach me how to do it." I took the knife out of the pink ruffled pocket. Charlie's knife, still encrusted with his own blood from when they'd given it to me. "So I can do it myself."

"...open the blade, stab, keep stabbing until either you're dead or he is. Easy enough if you don't care about getting caught."

"I want to know how to do it right."

Ask Angel Eyes, why that impressed him.

I'm content enough that it did.

2. "Listen," my sister said. "You need to learn this, if you're going to catch a husband some day."

Charlie and me and Daphne. All caught in each other's webs, all hating each other for the traps we lived by. "I won't be like you. I'll never be."

"You think putting on airs will bring you anything but misery? Shut up and listen."

Every afternoon for years, she drilled me until I could have run that bakery better than she did herself. How you bake pies, doughnuts, cakes, every kind of fat that ever broke a man's heart. Don't ever overcook a flan. Use a light hand with the salt, a little goes a long way.

She'd fought her way to a kind of stalemate with life after mother dropped off the map, flirted hard and married young. Looks like mine, smarts like mine, and she'd settled for a man who wanted nothing more out of life than his slippers and a newspaper.

If my husband had nothing else to recommend him, at least he had a hell of a lot more nerve.

5. "Hmm. So you did show up."

The second time we met at that diner, not the first; Angel Eyes told me to go home and think hard before I saw him again. I think he knew already that I'd never second-guess myself; but the man takes pride in his small courtesies. Frees him up for the grosser breaches, I suppose, he's far from the only one who believes in that. My husband for instance.

"As you can see." Not thank you, not, I'm so grateful. Not until he gave me something worth a pleasantry.

"End of shift, I imagine you're hungry. I ordered enough for two," Angel Eyes said. Pushed over a bowl heaped with piping hot chili, my favourite. He hadn't wasted any time checking up on me, to be sure. "We can eat and talk business."

"Fine." I crumbled in dry crackers, picked up my spoon.

"Stop."

Anyone else, they'd have grabbed my hand, seized my wrist, restrained me. All he did was steal my spoon.

Dipped it in the chili. Out came the expected redness, tomatoes and beans, violated by a blue speck that had no business being in there at all.

"This is what you're going to have to think about constantly, if you take this on. No movement anyone makes towards you will be safe. Ever again."

"Trust me, that's my life already." Not in the shape of pills, but expecting an undercover cop behind every stranger's face, listening to sirens and thinking they were coming for me. My bargain with the devil hadn't brought me enough pleasure for the pain. I wanted some of my own back.

He put the capsule on his own plate, burst it open with the tip of his knife. Took a bite of mushroom and steak and blue liquid, while I watched.

"Nothing more than food colouring. That's the second thing you're to know-- if I teach you; I'm never going to hurt you unless you expect it. You'll learn to face unexpected violence on your own terms, then you'll understand it." He handed back the spoon.

It wasn't what I was asking for. It was what I needed; and I had the sense to recognise that much.

"...so I'm to trust no one except possibly you?"

"Put in those terms, that's the same contract I was given."

"Agreed." I took my long-awaited bite. "You know, though, I might have spat it out anyway. This chili's not nearly as good as anything I could make."

"Remind me to bore you with my soup recipes sometime," Angel Eyes said, with all of an enthusiast's sincerely idiotic pleasure.

Looking back, he was going off-script right from the start.

7. "I suppose he's training you up, the same way he did me," I said to Manco.

He had a hideous way of biting into oranges, tearing away the rind with his teeth. Not an appealing habit for a man who cared so much how he looked and sounded. I'd never seen such concern for appearance before, paired to indifference such as that.

"Maybe not so much," Manco said, dropping peel into the trash. "I'll tell you honestly, Susan, it's- let's say I stumbled into this ass over tea kettle. I'm not good enough for it. I'll get myself killed if I push my luck any further."

"Why tell me? Angel Eyes is the one who ought to know."

"He's got more going for him than any man I've ever met," Manco said, shoving his face into the orange. Messy as hell. "I might be more afraid of disappointing him than dying, I don't even know."

Which is what I told Angel Eyes, when Manco up and fled on us the first time.

Seemed to help a little.

8. "Why can't you call him Angel Eyes like everybody else?"

"I do sometimes," Tuco said, yanking his feet up on the kitchen stool. Pulled himself close, arms wrapped around his knees, that's a dirty habit. Means more cleanup for me afterwards. "Didn't he say you were from Mexico City?"

"I was partly brought up there, yes." There and a lot of other places, but Mexico had been better than some; scant dollars had stretched a little further that side of the border. "What's that to do with it?"

"Then you should know about nicknames, it happens a lot. Something you do to people you-"

he stopped himself then, with a gulp. "Sorry. Sorry. I know you don't like me."

"You're fickle. I thought you were partnered with Blondie, why didn't you run off with him?"

"Maybe he thought I loved Angel too much to come along. I don't know I like it either, Susan, I'm scared. I miss Blondie. It feels like everything's spinning out of control."

"...look, why are you even in my kitchen?"

"That was a nice chili you made for lunch, only it was way too hot for me to eat and I'm starving, can I please have something else?"

All in a rush, like his hunger was what mattered here; when the thing he'd just completely passed over, taking it for granted, was that he could talk about love for Angel Eyes like it was an assured and settled thing. For an assassin. For the worst man I'd ever met, in terms of pounds of flesh and lives taken.

I knew my reasons for being there. He didn't seem to have a single one for staying in our house of death; and yet he was anyway, sunshine and Spanish and all.

So I fixed him up with a plate of warmed-over lasagna and retired to ponder, what the hell kind of universe spawned innocents like that.

9. "You'll be back, Angel Eyes."

"Not this time, I don't think." He ran the cleaner through his pipe, one last smoke before bed. One last smoke before he left, in short. "If nothing else, it'd be a shame to waste the effort. I haven't prepared my death in so much detail to pop back to life any time soon."

"But a priory? You'll be pacing the walls inside of six weeks."

"I'm doing that regardless, Susan." Pipe clean, he put it back on the stand; frowned at it reluctantly. "Suppose I'd better leave that. Rose will know damned well I faked it, if my favourite pipe goes missing the same time I do."

"I'll keep it as a souvenir. If it's safe enough, I'll see about sending it to you later."

"You're very practical, Susan," he said. Nearly grateful. "All these years, I've talked and you've listened. Listened better than I ever did."

"I won't ever make half the assassin you are."

"Maybe you'll be something better- I don't know, Susan. Alma taught me how to live, but those two have given me something to live for. Sentimental bastards- for the life of me," Angel Eyes said, picking up his hat. "I could not tell you whether I hope you'll find the same one day, or that you'll never get within fifty miles of this kind of hope."

"I had that and decided it wasn't worth it, remember? You'd better be sure about these two."

"Enough to take the risk."

"Good luck. But I'm not selling the house, all the same."

6. This is the last thing my husband said to me. "Honey, what's for dessert?"

I let him have the first spoonful of berry crumble, piping hot and perfect. Then he died.

That's all there is to say about that.

10. The hacienda was very quiet after that.

I shut it up. Stayed in my own place, the small apartment I'd paid for with my first year's wages. The kitchen wasn't so much, and the oven unreliable, but it sufficed; I had more important notions in mind.

My husband taken care of, I turned my attention to the system that'd let him flourish. Rose had kept a tight grip on his empire for years, but with Baker in jail, with his best assassin off the radar, there were signs of slippage.

He was on the lookout for traitors, of course, informers and whistleblowers. G-Men. Any kind of man who might want to seize what he had, and turn it to account for money or repute or a drive for justice.

What he wasn't looking for was me.

Just wanting to burn it all down.

11. Next time I saw Angel Eyes, it was another restaurant. Wrong side of the border, the chili still wasn't any good, and I didn't bother to ask who was picking up the check.

One of the boyfriends was slumped against his shoulder, the other was swigging orange juice like vodka. Angel Eyes spread his hands wide.

"I think you should know. I was always far more of a disaster than I let on."

"Uh huh," I said, not batting an eye as I reloaded the gun. "It figures, you hopeful maniac. These two treated you all right?"

"No. Yes. It's a bit past that point, Susan," Angel Eyes said, his face lined with exhaustion and pleasure. "I'm in love. The rest doesn't matter."

Like I said, he went off-script. Anything might have happened to the trio after that night.

(Even if I did know, I'm not telling you.)

3. “You’re pretty.”

“Sure.”

“You cook well?”

“Sure.”

“Ever dream of being a mobster’s moll?”

That’s all my husband had to say, to net me. I’m not sorry.

12. I still don't have anything that makes my life worth a damn. Not like Angel.

That's okay, though.

Before I'm done with Rose, a whole lot of other people are gonna feel just like me...

#70s au #the good the bad and the ugly #noir

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classic-rock-roller · 6 years

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1. You and Kevin are trying to teach Mal how to swim. He’s nervous of the water and won’t go in with you. Kevin picks him up and says, “I got this.” He picks Mal up, and tosses him into the water. “Swim bitch!” “Kevin! What the hell?” “What, that’s how I had to learn!” How do you respond?

“Still Kevin, that’s not how you teach a kid to swim. That’s how you scar them for life.”

2. Your band is getting back on the bus after doing a meet and greet with fans. It was exhausting, but you love meet and greets. You all get onto the bus and Daryl collapses onto his bunk before saying, “Good God I hate fans. They’re the worst.” How do you and the others respond?

Me: “You realize they are the reasons we can do this right? Without fans, we wouldn’t be here.”

Bonham: “Yes Daryl, get your head out of your ass.”

Erik: “But...his head isn’t in his ass.”

Linus: “Jeez Daryl, how rude can you get. I wouldn’t want to be your fan.”

3. You and Bonham are super close friends and are known as the second generation of the Terror Twins. Lots of your fans think you’re together and/or ship you, so much so that you’re both asked about it in interviews, but separately from each other. How do you two respond respectively?

Me: “I’ve known Bonham for a very long time and she is my other half. She’s like a sister, and she’s my work wife.”

Bonham: “I’m very close with BabyCarrot. We’ve been friends for years. Together we’re the Terror Twins and apart we’re both the Micc. There’s no in between.

4. Randy was killed a couple of weeks ago in a plane crash, and it’s got Bonham in a funk. Your band has an interview scheduled, and when there the interviewer asks, “So Bonham, we heard about what happened to Randy, how do you feel about what happened?” Bonham just answers, “It should have been me, no question. He’s–sorry, he was– a better musician, a better person, and a better inspiration. He should be the one that gets to do what he loves. It should have been me.” How do the interviewer and the rest of you respond?

The interviewer would kind of regret asking.

I’d hug Bonham and whisper, “I’m so, so, so, sorry. I wish I could take this heartbreak from you.”

Linus, Daryl, and Erik would hug her too but not say anything.

5. Kevin and Randy were fucking around and long story short, now there’s a hole in your ceiling. You ask Bonham to fix it while you and Kevin are out one day. He’s worrying all day that she won’t get it done, but when you get home she’s just finishing up. “Wow Bonham, I didn’t think you could fix that.” he says. “What’d you think I was going to do, Kevin? Have some faith, jeez.” she says. How do you respond?

“Of course she was going to fix it. Faster than you would have too. You would have kept putting it off.”

6. You and Kevin and Randy are doing a road trip, and you end up in Colorado for a night. You’ve pulled off the highway to get gas when Randy says, “Hey pull over, that bar says they have live music, let’s go.” Kevin pulls off the road and into the parking lot and you all go into the tiniest bar you’ve ever seen. You get in and there’s not even a stage, there’s just an area where tables were moved and there are 3 people playing Nights in White Satin; a guy singing and playing an electric guitar, a Vietnam Veteran singing backup and playing acoustic, and a significantly younger woman on sax. You sit in and listen as they play Lodi, Country Roads, and The Green, Green Grass of Home. Kevin says, “These guys are a little ragtag,but I’m glad we stopped. Thanks, Randy.” Randy’s not listening. He’s watching them finish up Lodi and says, “I have to talk to that sax player.” After they finish Lodi, they all go to the smoking section on the porch. Kevin says, “Come on, I’m gonna go talk to them.” You all go out there, and Kevin wastes no time. “You guys sounded great, what’s your group called?” You join him, and you’re all having a great conversation. Eventually, the sax player says, “Y’all are great, but who’s Blondie over there? Come on sunshine, we don’t bite.” How does everyone respond?

I pull Randy up and go, “Oh this is Randy Rhoads. He’s a phenomenal guitarist in the band Quiet Riot.”

Kevin: “Which I’m in as well by the way. I’m the singer.”

Randy would just blush and not look the sax player in the eye, “H..hi.”

7. Bonham’s been acting differently ever since you got back from your first tour. You ask if she’s on drugs, and she just says, “Nah, man, don’t worry about it.” You take her word for it and roll with it until Randy’s over at yours and Kevin’s house one day. “I found tons of coke and acid in Bonham’s stuff and I just don’t know what to do.” You’re hurt that she lied right to your face. How do you respond and how do the three of you proceed?

“What?! We promised each other we’d never do it. Did I do something to make her want to do drugs?”

Kevin and Randy would both have to calm me down and then we’d go about the best way of approaching the subject with her.

8. You’re on your way home from your first date with those cool guys from that band QR. You and Bonham are in the back, Kevin is driving and Randy is in the passenger seat. There’s a lull in conversation before Kevin quietly says, “Do the thing.” Randy giggles and says, “Okay.” He rolls down the window, leans out, then shouts as loud as he can, “Fuck me in the ass cause I love Jesus!” He and Kevin are laughing their asses off, and Bonham’s starting to laugh out of the sheer randomness of it. How do you respond?

I give this weird look and whisper under my breath, “Ok, but what the actual fuck?” Before I’d kind of just sit there awkwardly with no idea what to do.

9. Bonham calls you one day at a ridiculously late hour, “Get here, now. We’re at 72nd and Kipling.” When you and Kevin get there, you see that someone’s keyed both Bonham’s and Randy’s cars. Randy’s bears the word fag, and Bonham’s says fag hag. How do the four of you proceed?

Me: “Why are people like this? It fucking pisses me off.”

Bonham: “Calm down, I’m pissed too but that won’t solve anything.”

Kevin: “And I don’t want to have to bail you out of jail again.”

10. You’re auditioning bass players since Jess left, and one of them comes in and is beyond awful. You tell him to leave and he comes up to the table you and Bonham are at. “Come on please, I need this gig.” He looks around for a second before grabbing your thigh. “20 bucks and I’ll make you see heaven. And you give me the gig.” How do you and Bonham respond?

Me: “While I am flattered and a little creeped out, I have a wonderful boyfriend at home who already makes me see heaven.”

Bonham: “Ew, I don’t need to hear that and I’m sorry buddy but no sexual favors will get you anywhere with us we both have boyfriends we’re happy with. So I suggest you be on your way.”

11. You and Kevin are walking on the street one day when you see a young woman wearing a Quiet Riot shirt, but it looks weird. You end up in line behind her at the crepe stand, and see that it was one that Kevin and Randy signed, and she cut it into a crop top. Kevin’s upset and says to her, “you can’t just do that!” The girl says, “I can do whatever I want, it’s just a shirt with signatures from a couple of nobodies. I got it from my dad anyway.” How do you and Kevin respond?

Me: Oh my god, I think I’m having an aneuysm.

Kevin: Hey! Randy and I aren’t nobodies!

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1) You are telling your singer that you are pregnant and tell her not to tell anyone else in the band. Daryl has overheard and says, “I will keep it a secret only if its a boy you name him Daryl. Someone has to carry on my family name.” Your singer gives him a weird look, “Daryl, your family name is Skraps.” How do you and Daryl respond?

2) You’ve met your singer’s cousin a few times and you don’t like him at all. Every time you have met him, it’s just been when he’s gone to his dad for money. One day, you come back to you and your singer’s apartment to find her screaming at her cousin about how he’s been treating her family. The next thing you know, he slaps her across the face hard enough for her to stagger and says, “Never talk to me that way again.” Your singer gets back up and glares at him with tears in her eyes. How do you respond?

3) The GNR tour is in full swing and so far it’s been good. Kevin hasn’t killed Axl yet and the bands are being civil. One night, you’re in your singer’s hometown and her sister is backstage to support you guys. Axl screams to the crowd, “Good night everyone! That’s it! Now it’s time for the sucky band!” as he walks off. You and your singer are glaring at him as he comes off and her sister is giving him the fuck you look. “Good luck,” he says to you and then turns to your singer’s sister, “Hello there sweetheart.” How do you, your singer, and her sister respond?

4) You have decided to do the collaboration album with Crue and it’s the first day there. You can tell your singer is really nervous to see Nikki but the minute he comes in he pulls her into a hug and says, “I am so, so, so sorry for what I did to you. It was a bad time I was high on drugs and thought it was a good idea. I’m clean now and ok. I just wanted to apologize to you, Bonham, and Kevin.” How do you, your singer, and Kevin respond?

5) Randy and Kevin are over at you and your singer’s apartment. You have a cat named Nikki and he’s having his “crazy time” at the moment. Randy and Kevin can hear it and go, “What is that?” Your singer looks up and goes, “Oh that’s Nikki having his crazy time.” Kevin looks offended and goes, “What?! You didn’t name your cat after me but Nikki Sixx instead!” How do you, your singer, and Randy respond?

6) Your sleeping in bed one night when you feel something around your neck. You wake up to feel Randy’s hands around your neck and he’s choking you. He’s doing it in his sleep and you scream at him, “Randy! Randy, wake up!” He does and immediately lets you go, “Oh my god! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He puts his head in his hands before saying, “I could have seriously hurt you and the baby.” How do you respond?

7) During your GNR tour, you have Mal, Will, and Jeremy backstage one night. They all have earmuffs on to protect their hearing. Axl comes offstage while you and your singer are near the boys playpen talking. Axl picks up your singer’s son, Mal, and says, “Hello Tiny Satan.” He then goes to you two, “What’s so appealing about a baby? All they do is eat, sleep, and shit.” He then pretends to drop Mal. How do you and your singer respond?

8) One day, your singer wakes up super early and comes out into the living room where you, Kevin, and Randy are. She’s extremely chipper and when Randy asks, “Why are you so chipper at 7:30 in the morning?” She gets this huge grin and screams at the top of her lungs, “SUNDAY ADVENTURE!” Before running back to her room to get changed. How do you, Randy, and Kevin respond?

9) Your tour with GNR has landed in your hometown and you’re walking out of the arena. There are people lined up on either side to get your autographs and screaming at your singer because you’re technically their “home band.” When GNR comes out, someone lobs a beer bottle at Axl and screams, “That’s for dissing our home band.” How do you, Randy, Kevin, and your singer respond?

10) You and your singer are swimming with your kids. Mal, Will, and Jeremy know how to swim but your singer’s son Edward doesn’t. He’s on a shallow ledge in her uncle’s pool that drops off to three feet. At one point you hear Will scream, “Eddie!” And your singer goes and plucks him out from the water. He fell in but wasn’t in for too long. She takes him out to make sure he’s ok and her great aunt goes, “Oh he’s fine. That’s how all my kids learned how to swim.” How do you and your singer respond?

11) You, your singer, Kevin, and Randy go back to your singer’s hometown for Musikfest and bring all the kids along. You’re having a good time in the kids’ section when Kevin says, “This is still fun, but it’s less fun with kids. You can’t get drunk.” Your singer goes, “We can always drop the kids off at my parents place and come back. They’d love to watch the kids.” How do you and Randy respond and what happens after you go back without the kids?

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IT’S HERE!!! SOME DOMESTIC IRMA/CORNELIA GOODNESS TO HEAL YOUR SOULS, HAPPY FEMSLASH FEBRUARY

Title: The Frying Pan Conversation Pairing: Cornelia/Irma Chapter: 1 - road trips and stars Summary: “What, you mean you can't just up and introduce me as your banging girlfriend?” “No, Irma,” Cornelia said through gritted teeth, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Because up until today they think I've been dating an aspiring future botanist from State U, not the girl who once snorted orange juice out of her nose during a Boy Comet marathon.” (Cornelia and Irma spend Christmas with the Hales.)

Read on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13743063/chapters/31578714

Irma stared out of the window groggily as Cornelia took her sweet time loading two large suitcases and a handbag into the back of the car. She'd taken the liberty of shoving everything she needed into her signature teal suitcase and a tote bag with a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles design on it, since it was to be expected that Cornelia would be bringing home so much junk for a two-week period.

A rapping of knuckles against the glass dragged her out of her daze, and she rolled down the window.

“Morning, Corny,” she drawled, rubbing one eye sleepily. “I've been driving since six and without the sweet remedy of coffee, so you'll have to take over until we hit the next pit stop.”

“As someone who had the sensibility to prepare coffee beforehand, I'll rise to that challenge,” Cornelia said with a smirk, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear. She leaned down, planted a wet one smack in the middle of Irma's forehead, then yanked on the door handle. “Now get out so we can swap over.”

“Only because that was the darned cutest wake up call ever,” Irma agreed with a yawn, stepping out of the car and into Cornelia's arms. Her girlfriend was ready for the Heatherfield winter, in a moss green shawl and mulberry-coloured dirndl skirt. Her cute winter ankle boots, cuffed with faux fur the colour of soot, added an extra two inches, leaving Irma squinting up at her in bemusement. “Are you ever not wearing earth tones? And how am I supposed to kiss you back when I'm at eye level with your boobs?”

“You're creative, you'll figure something out,” Cornelia said lightly, far too chipper for so early in the morning. She spun Irma around, effectively taking her place beside the car, and plopped down in the driver's seat. Irma climbed onto her lap immediately despite protests.

“You're right, I did. I can finally get to your face.” Irma pulled her into a kiss, as messy as it was sleep-deprived, and grinned as she pulled back. “Course, I could have just kissed your tits instead.”

“Through this shawl?” Cornelia raised her eyebrows. “Nice try. It's cashmere.”

“Well, cash it in for some sweet Irma kisses, because they're incoming.” She puckered her lips for effect, and Cornelia hastily clapped a hand over her mouth. In the ongoing struggle, Irma's butt cheek leaned against the wheel, honking the horn twice before Cornelia forcibly pushed her into the passenger seat, giggling helplessly.

“Irma! I'm sure my neighbours don't want to be awoken by your butt on the steering wheel,” she chastised, but she was grinning from ear to ear. Irma rolled her eyes, still giggling like a fool, and fastened her seatbelt.

“Spoilsport. Anyway, I'm gonna catch some sleep, so no singing along to the alphabet song while I'm snoozing, okay?”

“Where you get the impression that I'd be listening to anything but classical, I'll never know,” Cornelia responded nonchalantly, grabbing her flask of coffee from the cup holder and offering it out to her. “Here, some coffee and a short nap and you'll be right as rain.”

Irma took a swig, spent the next few minutes complaining about Cornelia's shit taste in coffee, and curled up in the passenger seat, insisting on wearing Cornelia's cashmere shawl to snooze in.

“If you drool on it, I'm holding you accountable for dry-cleaning,” she warned, but her tone held no malice and Irma made a point to give it a wet kiss before curling up against the window and drifting off.

…

“Hey, you're getting spit on my shawl.”

Irma was nudged awake with a playful left hook to the chin, and she groaned as light seeped into her vision. The morning sun was already higher in the sky, and making its presence known by proceeding to blind her.

“Ugh, what time is it?” she groaned, shielding her eyes with one hand and wiping at her mouth with the other.

“Half ten. At this rate, we'll make it to my parents' cabin for mid-afternoon.” Cornelia climbed back into the driver's seat and thrust a wrapped sandwich into Irma's face. “Here, I picked you up a breakfast sandwich.”

Irma took in the scent of bacon and egg, and immediately her mouth began to water all over again.

“Oh man! Cornelia, have I ever mentioned what a goddess you are?”

“Once or twice,” she remarked with a smirk, unwrapping her own breakfast bagel. “Mostly after cunnilingus.”

“Cornelia Elizabeth Hale, that mouth!” Irma swatted at her arm playfully, before tucking into her sandwich. She eyed Cornelia's bagel. “You still veggie?”

“Yep,” she said distractedly. “Thinking of going vegan for my new year's resolution, but finding vegan alternatives in service stops seems like a pain.”

“You pansexuals and your crazy dietary choices,” Irma grumbled, an impeccable impression of her father, shaking her head. Cornelia grinned.

“That's a thing?”

“Read it on Twitter.”

“Oh, so you're stereotyping me now?”

“When don't I stereotype you, blondie?” Irma teased with a wink. “You do realise if you go vegan my dad is never gonna cook for you again? He puts cheese and butter in everything.”

“That's fine,” Cornelia said with a shrug. “I'm sure Anna will bend over backwards searching for vegan cookbooks. Chris will hate me for it, but he hates me anyway.”

“It's possible he doesn't hate you,” Irma countered. “He just doesn't like that he has to deal with two annoying big sisters now instead of just one.”

“An understandable dilemma,” Cornelia agreed. She took a few moments to finish her bite of bagel before continuing. “I'm sure it can't be easy knowing his sister's dating the hottest girl in the universe. He'll end up having to settle for less no matter what.”

“Narcissist. Anyway, since I came out my dad and Anna keep trying to land home the point with Chris. Like, 'if you bring a boy home instead of a girl, it's no biggie, okay?' Part of me thinks its endearing, but mostly I'm just offended that Chris is getting an easy ride and not taking full advantage of their newly opened minds.”

“Ah, well, he'd have to have those leanings in the first place to take advantage of them,” Cornelia pointed out, chewing thoughtfully. “And from the looks of things, Chris is as straight as a goal post.”

“I mean, he's thirteen and still thinks girls are gross, so there's hope yet.” Irma shrugged. “What about Lillian? Think she's gonna be psyched that you're dating me?”

“If disappointment could be a more powerful emotion, she'd probably be feeling that?” Cornelia suggested with a grin. “I mean... she got on pretty good with Peter. Who knows what she'll say to know I left Heatherfield's cutest surfer to date... Heatherfield's second cutest surfer.”

Irma balled up her wrapped and threw it at Cornelia with a scoff.

“Rude! And hey, I may not be beach hunk material, but I'm beach chunk, and that's a very attractive quality.”

Cornelia reached over to pinch Irma's cheek playfully.

“That's right. Peter could slice beef with that jawline. I much prefer these chubby cheeks.”

“You mock, but I have many selfies with lipstick-covered cheeks in my evidence locker,” Irma retorted. “You do love these chubby cheeks and I can prove it too!”

Cornelia leaned over and pressed a kiss to the cheek in question.

“You don't need to prove anything,” she replied, an impish grin on her face. Irma's eyes narrowed and she stretched across to kiss Cornelia squarely on the nose.

“Let's just agree that we're both adorable and call a truce. Got any of that disgusting coffee left?”

Cornelia reached into the cup holder and presented a brandless fair trade coffee cup proudly.

“Why waste my coffee on your ruined taste buds when I could just overload you with sugar instead?”

Irma clapped her hands against her cheek with a squeal, before gripping the coffee cup like a life preserve.

“Cornelia, you are an angel among women everywhere, you know that? The best girlfriend a girl could friend! Ellen and Portia who?”

“Your excitement over pit stop coffee is just a little bit sad.”

Irma shot her a glare that soon melted into a grin as she took a gleeful sip.

“You put in three sugars? Corny, now you're just spoiling me!”

“What can I say, I'm a renaissance woman.” She took a sip of her own coffee and buckled herself back in. “I don't mind driving for a bit longer, but we'll switch at lunch time, okay?”

“Dealio. Man, you're the coolest. Did you forget to pack the stick that's normally in your butt?”

“Don't push it, dear, or I'll throw your coffee out of the window.”

As Cornelia pulled out of the parking lot and onto the junction, Irma pulled the shawl a little tighter around her and sipped her coffee. She was gradually feeling like herself again, and not some subhuman creature who'd been stomping around since 5:30 that morning. Cornelia had on some kind of smooth jazz radio station, blasting that good and horny Dionne Warwick song that Cornelia put onto every custom playlist she sent to Irma, and Irma felt the need to shake up the momentum of the car a little. Wordlessly she plugged in her iPod and began switching through tracks.

“Irma!” Cornelia protested. “I was listening to that!”

“You mean you don't want to pop your pussy to Karmilla's latest single?” Irma asked, eyes popping in disbelief. “Man, you'll love her new stuff now she's publicly come out, it's like her entire discography suddenly makes ten times more sense in the context of the metaphysical closet.”

“Karmilla's gay?” Cornelia asked in disbelief. “Since when?”

“Bi,” Irma corrected. “Since like, last March? How is this news to you?”

“Ahh. I don't know, I'm still stuck on Dionne Warwick after all this time.”

“Fair enough. Well my darling Corny, in fifty years when you catch up with contemporary music again, give Karmilla's upcoming album a listen, so far it's really angsty and gay. And also uplifting and gay.” “Sounds like a blast.”

Irma scrolled to Karmilla's latest song, Claim To Closet Fame, and let the first few bars wash over them in a blissful silence.

Then she started wailing about kissing down a woman's chest in a darkroom, and Cornelia grimaced.

“Her passion is a bit scary.”

Irma shrugged.

“Passion is passion, babe.”

“So,” Cornelia said quickly, not wanting to press the issue of their clashing music tastes any further, “this is going to be a very important winter break.”

“Uh huh.” Irma sat up a little straighter. “Our darling Cornelia's ready to jump out of the closet and scare her parents half to death over an awkward dinner where they'll be paranoid she's gonna tell them she's pregnant or dying or flunking her degree instead of just making the frying pan joke over a face-time call and being done with it.”

With a deep sigh through her nose, Cornelia pushed her hair back. ��It's not that simple. First is the idea of explaining pansexuality to my parents, who by the way, still think there's only two sexual orientations and being bisexual is a one-foot-out-of-the-closet situation. So brace yourself for that.”

“Noted. Go on.”

“Then we'll have to go through the stages of my parents asking if they did something wrong, if I've been in a toxic relationship, if I'm just confused, and all of that fun stuff. And they'll say, 'Peter is such a nice boy, why would you choose to be gay?' which brings us right on back to point one.”

“So this will be a circular conversation. Understood.”

“And then, finally, we'll tell them that we're in a relationship. But I need them to understand my identity first and foremost, Irma. You can understand.”

Irma shrugged. As far as coming out had gone, being gay and dragging Cornelia along to Heatherfield Pride as her girlfriend had been one and the same, but she got the jist.

“What, you mean you can't just up and introduce me as your banging girlfriend?”

“No, Irma,” Cornelia said through gritted teeth, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Because up until today they think I've been dating an aspiring future botanist from State U, not the girl who once snorted orange juice out of her nose during a Boy Comet marathon.”

“No fair, that was one time and I was thirteen!” protested Irma, throwing up her hands in disbelief. “You can't hold that over me forever!”

“I don't, but they'll remember because it was my mother's couch that had orange juice stains on that never quite went away,” Cornelia pointed out tiredly. Irma groaned dramatically and flopped back in her seat, hand thrown over her face.

“Are they ever gonna approve of me being your girlfriend?” she grumbled. “I don't fancy marrying into a family that thinks I'm some good-for-nothing slob.”

“Of course they don't think that!” Cornelia said quickly, switching lanes to let a FedEx van pass. “Sure, they probably aren't expecting mystery botanist guy to be... well, you. But once they get over the fact that you're a woman, I'm sure things will settle down! I mean, my mother can be a little critical, but Lillian is just as messy as you, if not worse, and my dad adores her. Besides, he finds your jokes funny.”

“That's because he doesn't know I'm banging his daughter!” Irma exclaimed, huffing. Cornelia blushed a little and rolled her eyes.

“You're being ridiculous. First of all, my parents don't need to know we're having sex.”

“Oh yeah, because that isn't immediately the conclusion they'll jump to when you tell them since we're supposed to be sharing a pull out couch for the trip!”

“We didn't just immediately jump into sex when we got together, if you recall,” Cornelia continued, eyes trained on the road ahead. “I'm sure my parents won't mind us sharing the couch. Besides, I doubt we'd be able to without breaking it, that thing is horribly flimsy.”

“I'm amazed our darling princess Cornelia hasn't protested against the couch more,” Irma remarked, shooting her a playful look. “Remember when we went on vacation together that one summer? We had to force you into a sleeping bag!”

“The guest bedroom only has a single bed, which Lillian is taking, and they weren't expecting us to join them over winter break, so it was the couch either way.”

“Well, when we go on to my place after the first week, we can share my bed. Dad and Anna made me tidy up my room, you'll be pleased to know, and Anna sat me down for a talk about 'being safe, even with a girl'. Which was super fun, by the way.”

Cornelia snorted out a laugh.

“Your cop dad isn't gonna arrest me for propositioning his daughter, is he?”

“Part of him was relieved, actually,” Irma recalled with a gleeful expression. She cleared her throat, doing her best Tom Lair impression. “'I can't say I'm not surprised, but a woman will treat you properly. Men can be animals.' Honest to god, he said that. As if you're the most pristine girl in Heatherfield.”

“He's only relieved because you had such bad taste in men,” Cornelia replied, mouth crinkling upwards mischievously. “I've had the pleasure of getting to know a few gentlemen in my time.”

“Yeah, well, there's a reason I had such bad taste in guys, you know!” Irma retorted. “Every time one would so much as smile at me I got the wrong end of the stick, little did I know.”

“All tall beautiful blondes,” Cornelia mused. Her smile broke out into a grin as bright as the sun outside, and she clasped the wheel with new energy. “My my, Irma Lair, you sure do have a type, don't you?”

Irma blushed to the roots of her hair.

“Oh, come on! This is – this is bullying, harassment, defamation-”

“It's the truth! Remember Andrew Hornby?”

“Oh my god, please don't bring up Andrew Hornby at a time like this.”

Cornelia's eyes twinkled with mischief. “What was it now? You almost exposed yourself as a guardian by sneaking out to a party transformed, wooed Andrew Hornby, and when he tried making a move on you...”

“If you finish this story, I swear to god-”

“That's right! You turned him into a frog!”

Irma, face bright red, butted her head against the window in defeat.

“I'll turn you into a frog if you don't put a sock in it, Corny!”

As their playful bickering continued, Cornelia's phone started to buzz.

“Irma, get that for me,” she ordered, eyes trained on the road.

“Sure, your highness,” Irma drawled, rolling her eyes and reaching for Cornelia's sleek rose gold smartphone. She unlocked it with ease (Irma's birthday, could this girl get any lamer?) and the screen lit up. “Hay Lin's calling.”

“Patch her through, I guess. And put her on speaker!”

Irma swiped and held the phone up, rolling down the window a crack to let some breeze in. The cold was biting, instantly earning a complaint from Cornelia, but it just felt like another authentic piece of Hay Lin that Irma wanted in the car with them at that moment.

“Hey guys! Are you there yet? And is that Karmilla I hear?”

Claim To Closet Fame was on its third loop.

“We still have about four hours to go,” Cornelia supplied, “and Irma, change the damn track already.”

Irma switched it over to the B-side track, Sensual Orientations.

“Hay Lin, I'd just like to announce how hurt I am that you called Cornelia first when I'm your top contact,” Irma declared, hoping her pout could be heard down the phone.

“Irma, I tried your phone but you never picked up!” Hay Lin retorted. There was some shuffling, and her voice sounded slightly further away than before. “Bear with me, I'm moving boxes.”

Irma fished around for her phone, noting the three missed calls with a heavy sigh.

“You're right. I'm just a terrible friend.”

“Nope, you're just terrible at leaving your phone off of silent.”

“Your hidden pink is a weapon; So shoot me into heaven,” sang Karmilla.

“Irma, is this one about sex too?” Cornelia complained.

“Just wait until you get to the pussy rap, Cornelia,” cackled Hay Lin from down the line. “Me and Irma have been practicing in our free time.”

“If we get that far I'll hang up,” Cornelia warned, shaking her head in dismay.

Irma stuck her tongue out, before gleefully turning her attention back to the phone.

“So what's this call about anyway, Hay Lin?”

“I thought you could use a practice model for when you and Cornelia make your big announcement!” Hay Lin chirped. “If Cornelia's parents are as hard to convince as I've been told.”

“When they find out the first thing they'll ask is which one of us is the man in the relationship,” Cornelia deadpanned. Hay Lin burst out laughing.

“Well, of course they're gonna assume it's me,” Irma grumbled, “just because I wear sports bras and read comic books and can burp up to F in the alphabet.”

“Well, hit me with your perfectly crafted coming out speech,” Hay Lin interrupted cheerfully, with a thump as she lowered the boxes. “I'll give you a worst case scenario so you'll feel better!”

“This is never gonna work,” Irma giggled.

“I'm not doing this.”

“Come oooooon,” Hay Lin whinged, and Irma joined in. “Do iiiiit.”

“Fine, fine!” Cornelia exhaled. “Ugh, here goes. Mother, Father, I've been meaning to say this for a while. I'm pansexual. It means that I, that I feel attraction so people regardless of their gender.”

Hay Lin cleared her throat, impersonating Harold Hale to the best of her ability. “Preposterous! Which one's the man and which is the woman, my darling Cornelia?!”

Irma snorted.

“Why would he be asking that if he doesn't know Cornelia's boning me yet?” Irma pointed out.

“Irma!” snapped Cornelia.

“Sorry, sorry,” Hay Lin apologised, undeterred. “Got into the part too much. Let me try again. Ahem. Cornelia, what does this mean? Are you saying you're a... a lesbian?!”

“This is painful,” complained Cornelia. “I refuse to take this any further.”

“So you are a lesbian??”

“Hay Lin!”

“Aw, I'm only teasing,” Hay Lin said cheerily, unapologetic. “They'll be fine once they get past the initial shock of it all. I mean, it's the 21st century! Times are changing! And for all you know, they could be really chill. I mean, my parents used to hate me watching Hell's Kitchen but now they tune into it with me!”

“That's not the same thing and you know it, Hay Lin!” Cornelia snapped. She huffed and took a moment to compose herself. “Anyway, you're probably right. I'm sure things will sort themselves out after the initial shock, and then-”

“Stop, stop!” Irma interrupted suddenly, waving her hand around. Cornelia frowned, eyes darting between her girlfriend and the road ahead.

“What are you-”

“You feel it in your pussy like I feel it in my bones! You investigate my labia like Sherlock Holmes!” chorused Irma and Hay Lin at a deafening volume, as Karmilla began to belt out her rap verse.

“No,” Cornelia snapped. “No, no, we're not doing this, guys, we're not doing this!”

“When you're kissing down my thighs I never felt so high, so do whatever you please, 'cause when I cum I'm gonna fly!”

“ENOUGH!!”

…

The sun was beginning to sink lower in the sky as they pulled up the driveway, not quite sunset yet. After exhausting Karmilla's album Cornelia had switched it to some station playing cheesy 90s hits, which had resulted in a passionate sing-along born out of pure nostalgia for childhood road trips as Irma had taken over the final stretch in the driver's seat.

She awkwardly parked behind Mr Hale's chevy camaro, the speakers blaring out the last few lines of Breakfast At Tiffany's as they sat stationary. Her own car felt a little redundant in comparison.

“Your dad has good taste,” Irma said with a wolf-whistle. “How come he hasn't bought you a car yet?”

“He's waiting for my birthday,” Cornelia said with a shrug. “I told him I was interested in a prius. Mom told him that was too pricey for my first car, of course.”

“You have your dad wrapped around your finger, he'll hand it over to you gift-wrapped.” Irma leaned in for a quick peck on the cheek, and instinctively Cornelia moved away.

“Irma, please,” she said quietly, a sigh just beyond her lips. “We... we have to be careful.”

Irma rolled her eyes and leaned against the steering wheel.

“I know. Just, don't leave it too late, okay? The sooner you rip off the band-aid the better. At least they'll have the whole of Christmas to get over it, y'know?”

Cornelia nodded, reaching across to squeezed Irma's arm.

“Shall we do this?”

“Christmas break with the Hales,” Irma drawled. “Can't wait.”

Cornelia's parents looked poised and stylish as ever when they answered the door, and Harold wasted no time in sweeping Cornelia up into a tight hug while Elizabeth smiled and nodded poliely at Irma.

“Oh, how have you been, sweetheart?” Harold asked, rocking her a little in his arms. “Any trouble getting here? Feeling all right?”

“Dad, I'm fine,” Cornelia insisted, pulling away slowly. “And the journey went smoothly. Irma picked me up on time and we didn't hit any traffic.”

“Good, that's good.” He patted her shoulder as Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

“They're both over twenty now, dear, perfectly capable of getting here in one piece. It's good to see you, Irma. Please allow us to pay you for the fuel, ferrying our daughter over here.”

Irma opened her mouth, but Cornelia cut in quickly.

“Mother, that isn't necessary!”

“Hey, I want some money back if it's up for grabs,” Irma hissed in her ear.

Elizabeth shook her head. “No no, I insist. It's so lovely of you to join us. I was a little worried all of your school friends would be tagging along. We wouldn't have the room, frankly.” Irma glanced at Cornelia.

“They were busy,” Cornelia said quickly. She shifted the suitcase she was holding and Harold instinctively reached for it. “Will and Taranee are studying and Hay Lin's helping her parents.”

“And mystery botanist man couldn't join?” Harold asked with a wink, hoisting the case out of her arms.

Cornelia blushed, refusing to look at Irma, and hurriedly choked out, “No, he could not!”

“Oh Harold, don't tease,” Elizabeth scolded, as he heaved the suitcase inside. “Come inside now, girls, it's chilly out.”

Irma drank in the sight with eyes as wide as saucers. The Hales had a swish set up, the cabin rustic yet elegant, with creams and cornflower blues somehow blending seamlessly with rich reds and golds. It sure beat the beach cabin she and her family visited every summer, that much was for sure. Her dad had a habit of hanging up those dumb singing fish plaques, as opposed to the deer head as a proud centrepiece in the Hales family cabin.

“This place is amazing,” Irma breathed.

“It's something, all right,” Cornelia sighed, a little off put by the hunting trophy herself. “Was that a gift from Uncle Edward, Dad?”

“Sure was! You know what they called me whenever my old man took us hunting? Tree Hugger Harold,” her father said with an awkward chuckle. “Could never bring myself to pull the trigger, myself. He spent a few days here before we made the journey, so we haven't had the chance to take it down yet...”

“Don't take it down, it's cool!” interrupted Lillian, dashing out of the guest bedroom with a scarf in hand. “I want to make him wear this when we decorate!”

“That isn't very tasteful, Lillian,” Elizabeth chastised, but Harold let out a hearty laugh and scooped her up into his arms.

“I suppose he won't have any complaints, will he?”

“You ever heard a disembodied deer head bitch about wearing a snowman scarf?” Irma muttered to Cornelia, who stifled a guffaw behind her hand. She waved hesitantly at Lillian. “Hey there, Lil.”

Lillian gave back a mechanical wave.

“Hi Irma.”

As usual, they had nothing to say to each other. Irma scratched the back of her head awkwardly.

After a beat of awkward silence, Cornelia pulled her over to one side.

“Here, let me take your coat.”

“Your sister is as sociable towards me as always,” Irma joked, shimmying out of her jacket and leaning into Cornelia's touch for a few moments before moving back.

“She's doing that teenager thing where she hates talking to anyone who isn't behind a gaming headset,” Cornelia remarked, hanging the jacket up beside the coats of the other family members. It felt a little like assimilation into the lives of the Hales, and filled Irma with a strange sense of gratitude, even if at the end of the day it only boiled down to them saving a hook for her coat. “Chris must be like that too?”

“Yeah, but he's been that way since he was eight,” pointed out Irma, shaking her head. “Every time I try and worm a conversation out of him he tells me he's busy. You know the PS4 was a gift for both of us?”

Cornelia cracked a grin and pinched Irma's cheek playfully.

“You poor thing. We'll reclaim it when we go to yours, Alchemy mentioned she lent you a few games that I'd enjoy too.”

“Yeah! You like horror, right? There's Until Dawn, Outlast... oh man, and The Evil Within! That one's gory!”

“I don't know about that...”

…

“So, I noticed this place is devoid of decorations,” Irma commented, as they set about laying the table. Dinner was almost ready, and Cornelia's parents were insistent on taking care of the cooking for tonight since they had spent the day driving.

“They have a thing about it being unlucky to decorate unless we're all helping,” Cornelia explained with a sigh, distributing the silverware to each place mat. “We'll start on it tomorrow.”

“Cutting it a little close, don't you think?”

“I wanted to put up the tree days ago but Dad wouldn't let me,” Lillian huffed, sitting herself down and throwing her napkin across her lap before whipping out her phone. She began furiously texting, and Cornelia and Irma exchanged wry smiles.

“I did tell them that they didn't have to wait,” Cornelia said with a shrug, as they took their seats beside one another. “It's not my fault Mom and Dad are superstitious.”

“Wouldn't have pegged them as the type,” Irma remarked. She laced her fingers through Cornelia's, carefully obscured by the tablecloth, and flashed her a cheeky grin. “You don't take after them much, do you, Corny?”

Cornelia squeezed her hand firmly, holding her gaze.

“We lead different lives,” she said simply.

Elizabeth and Harold swept in briskly, setting down dishes of marinated cabbage, roast potatoes and a large portion of roast beef (as if an afterthought, Elizabeth hurriedly brought out a plate of vegetarian sausages for Cornelia). Harold poured everyone a glass of wine, and Irma couldn't help but wonder how Cornelia's parents kept up the gig of acting sophisticated all the time, even in the comfort of their own home.

They murmured a few words of thanks, before plating everyone up.

“So Irma, you're doing a teaching degree?” Elizabeth asked politely, as the family began to tuck in.

“Er, that's right. Not sure what subject I want to teach yet, maybe math or geography...”

“I think that will suit you marvellously,” Harold praised, in between bites of cabbage. “Teachers do far more than set homework, you know. They inspire! They set you upon your life path! Why, if I hadn't had such a passionate math tutor as a young man...”

Irma tuned out, glancing over at Cornelia. They'd gone over her plan multiple times during the drive, to the point where it was practically scripted, but as they sat there munching on potatoes, it became painfully obvious that Cornelia was frozen to the spot, wanting to cling to this moment of her parents' blissful ignorance for as long as she could. It wasn't like she could reach over to hold her hand with Elizabeth watching them both like a hawk, anyway. All she could do at this point was try and push Cornelia in the right direction.

“...and I simply wouldn't be the man I am today if I hadn't followed his advice and gone to the college he'd suggested,” Harold finished with a proud smile.

“Well, the college I'm attending isn't prestigious or anything, but I'm doing pretty well,” Irma said sheepishly, taking a sip of wine. It was dry and bitter, clinging to her tongue like sandpaper.

“That's what counts, my dear. And Cornelia, my sweet girl! How are your classes going? And how is your mystery chap?”

“About that,” Irma began, glancing over at Cornelia nervously.

“Classes are going well,” Cornelia said quickly. “And... he's, um... he's doing well, too.”

Irma gaped at her.

“Well, that's good,” Elizabeth murmured. “Though I do wish you'd tell us more about him. His age? Does he work?”

“We've only been out a few times,” Cornelia said quickly. “There's not much to tell.”

“Is he a good kisser?” Lillian piped up with a sly grin.

“Lillian!” Cornelia snapped.

“Well, talking to you about your boyfriend is like pulling teeth!”

“Stop arguing, you two!”

As the bickering continued, both parents intervening, Irma miserably chewed through her food, knowing the topic wouldn't be broached tonight.

…

After the plates had been cleared and Lillian had retreated to her room, Irma and Cornelia took to sitting out on the porch, staring up at the stars that were so much clearer than from the Heatherfield cityscape. It was freezing out there, their breath visible in puffs, but there was something tranquil about it too. As an added bonus, Cornelia knew her parents wouldn't be able to stand the cold and would grant them some privacy.

“Hey, Corny. I love you.”

Cornelia's eyes flickered over to Irma. She was looking pretty frost-bitten, with only a thin blanket thrown over her lap and cradling a cup of cocoa like a lifeline, but her eyes were filled with a tender warmth that had Cornelia melting instantly.

“Even though I didn't follow through like I promised?” she said softly, self-doubt creeping in as the winter stars twinkled overhead. Irma scoffed.

“Honey, I know a thing or two about how hard it is to say it to your parents. You gotta take it at your own pace.”

“I'll do it tomorrow,” Cornelia promised, mouth pulled into a resolute grimace. “I won't back down.”

“Simmer down, earth guardian, this isn't like going to battle against some otherworldly lizard villain,” Irma teased. “Do this when you're ready, not because you feel like you owe me.” She paused. “Of course, that's something else I love about you. You tackle everything with the same determination. Cramming for exams, kicking alien butt, giving me hickeys...”

“Irma, that was one time!” she admonished, face pink with indignation. She lowered her gaze, cheeks pinkening from more than the cold. “Where's this all coming from?”

Irma shrugged.

“Not sure, really. Could be my heart, but then, my clit's aching, so...”

“Irma!” Cornelia squeaked, reaching over to shove her playfully. Irma erupted into giggles, pushing caramel curls away from her face.

“Hey, I've been waiting months to see you again, and you're telling me we can't even have sex for another week because the fucking camp bed won't be able to stand it. You can't blame me for feeling horny.”

“Self control, please?” Cornelia huffed, but she was smiling. “My parents could be listening in for all you know.”

“Your dad is helping himself to some scotch and your mom is watching Law and Order,” Irma pointed out, rolling her eyes. “I think we're safe.”

“My mother's so nosy, she'll be checking up on us any minute now,” Cornelia continued, taking a sip of cocoa. “Anyway, I love you too. Not that you need reminding.”

“Hey, you're hard to read sometimes,” Irma defended. “And anxiety can be a real bitch. I'm one of those needy types who craves constant validation, you know how it is.”

Cornelia pulled a face.

“Constant validation? I'm not qualified enough. You'll have to demand it from me or I'll never remember to say anything at all.”

“The hell kind of girlfriend are you?” Irma uncrossed her legs and stuck her foot out from beneath the blanket to lightly nudge Cornelia's knee. “Be nice to me, my self-esteem is shit.”

“Though why, I can't imagine,” Cornelia said softly, shaking her head. “I mean, you're beautiful, you're intelligent, you have a wonderful sense of humour, aside from being annoying and inappropriate at times... there's just so many things to like. I can't understand why you'd devalue yourself.”

Irma rested her chin in her hand dreamily. “Well, hot damn. This is why I need you complimenting me all the time, you're a fucking natural at it.”

Cornelia blushed. “It's hardly my fault you're so easy to compliment, is it?”

“Even when you're sassing me it's complimentary,” Irma exclaimed in disbelief, snorting.

She scooted her chair closer to Cornelia's, almost spilling her cocoa in the process, if not for the advantage of Cornelia's telekinesis on their side keeping it in check. She threw the blanket over the both of them and rested her head against Cornelia's shoulder.

“I will tell them,” Cornelia said gently, as they stared up at the sky of stars. “It's not that I'm ashamed of you, Irma. It's just... harder than I thought it would be, now I'm face to face with them.”

“For the last time, Corny, you don't gotta justify yourself,” Irma scolded, pulling her in closer. “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I got worked up over something like this? You said it yourself, this is about you, not just our relationship. So stop beating yourself up every two seconds just because you're not sticking to the plan, it's the first damn day!”

Cornelia huffed out a laugh and pressed a quick kiss to the top of Irma's head.

“I love you, dork.”

“I love you, blondie.”

As they huddled under the blanket, basking in the crispness of the cold night air, Elizabeth peered at them through the window. She opened her mouth to speak, but something compelled her to stay silent. Instead she watched, with uncomfortable curiosity, as Irma and Cornelia's hands clasped together.

Wordlessly, she left them to it.

#w.i.t.c.h.#w.i.t.c.h #cornirma #irmelia #femslash february #cornelia x irma #irma x cornelia #irma/cornelia #cornelia/irma #writing

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shaudswrites · 7 years

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Heads

Stephanie fought not to cringe at every turn as she made her way through one of the most twisted, dark places she'd ever had the displeasure of visiting, and she'd visited a lot of twisted, dark places. The heavy footsteps of the guards behind her were the only things that drowned out the creepy sounds and she was left feeling oddly empty when the steel door shut behind her and she had to traverse the rest of the corridor alone.

Stupid bat training that left her footsteps so light. She clutched the paper bag just hard enough that she didn't squish the contents into so much mush in her shaky hands. The door she was nearing was both forever away and getting closer way too quickly for her liking, and she considered stomping her feet on purpose just so she wouldn't have to deal with the quiet when the grey slab of metal was right in front of her.

With a deep breath, she tried to pull up her Batgirl mentality. It was just like interrogating any other criminal, being in Arkham didn't make any difference, it wasn't like he was Joker-level crazy or anything. Still, better to be polite. She raised one hand, and before she lost the little confidence she'd pulled together she knocked.

She jumped when the sound reverberated through the corridor much more loudly than she'd though it would. There was some rustling from the other doors; bloodshot eyes pressed up to the little barred window cut into the door followed a particularly loud BASH from one nearer to her.

Stephanie chuckled nervously and waved at the inmate as she pressed her back against the door she'd knocked on. Someone else's amused snort was heard from inside. She pushed down the minor irritation at letting the place get to her before she'd even gotten into the damned room.

Barbara had said it was a bad idea, that she had nothing to prove, but they'd both known it wasn't true.

'Right, going in.'

She held the bag in front of her like a shield and pushed the door open.

Jason Todd, the Red Hood, slouched in his rickety metal chair like it was the most comfortable seat in the world. "First the old man, and now Robin 4.0, guess the grave's just not what it used to be, am I right?"

Stephanie took a second to wonder just what the hell she was doing there before she strode over and took the seat opposite him, nothing but the sturdy table between her and a killer with a grudge against anyone wearing a bat.

The bag crinkled when she set it on the table, his eyes barely flickered to it before settling on her, a creepy smile playing on his lips. Stephanie tried to channel her inner Barbara, but failed spectacularly when after a few minutes her fingers began drumming on the rusty metal. She'd been so focused on not chickening out of her visit she hadn't planned any conversation starters for when she actually got there. Everyone said Jason loved to talk? Why was he being so still?

The current Batgirl looked between him and the paper bag before awkwardly pushing it right to the edge of his side of the table. "So…"

"What, you put a head in there?" He cocked his head. "Cause even if it is mine, you can't exactly add to a life sentence."

"No, Penny-one said you liked chili-dogs." Stephanie blurted out, a little queasy at the idea of lugging around head in a paper bag. "Why would you think I brought you a head!?"

His shackles clinked when he poked the bag, toppling it on its side. "Was as good a guess as any." He shrugged. "Putting heads in bags is what the Gotham street dealers know me for."

"Okay, gross." She waved her hands as if shooing his words away. "Can we save the blood and guts story for another time?"

"Made three of them blow chunks." Great, now he was being chatty. "Made up for the two hours work on its own."

"You know, saying things like that is why you didn't pass your mental evaluation. You could be…"

"I'm not crazy." He didn't quite slam his hands on the table, but having them in sight was unnerving enough. Those were the hands that had killed literally hundreds and all that stood between them and her was a table and some handcuffs.

"Suuure you're not." She drawled and tried to be subtle about sliding her seat a few more inches away from him.

He growled and clicked his jaw before speaking again. "Just tell me what you want so I can get back to sleep."

"Rude." Stephanie rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to set this thing up?"

"I'm flattered, now. What. Do. You. Want, Blondie?" He'd balled his hands into fists now, and she knew she should have been more afraid, but she was emboldened by the mere fact that he hadn't tried to attack her yet. Not that she was kidding herself with the tried part.

"No really, it was a nightmare. It took forever to convince them I really was even Batgirl, you know one of them thought I was Harley Freaking Quinn for like an hour? Then Oracle tells me that nutcase actually pretended to be Batgirl once? And don't even get me started on the work it took getting them to let me bring in the food –which you'd better eat- when they got the idea it was components for Smilex and you were the Joker's apprentice or something." She had to cut her rant short to take a deep breath.

"You done?" He looked supremely bored as he looked at a point somewhere behind her.

"No, I am not done. Calling yourself Red Hood? Just why, you'd think it would occur to someone smart enough to take over the Gotham underground that naming yourself after that freak would give you some problems down the line." She huffed.

"Making it easy for teenage girls to visit me wasn't a factor, no." He folded his arms, the motion almost distracting her from what he said next. "It was supposed to be ironic."

"Dude, it would be like calling myself Black Mask and running around with a power-drill, it's dumb." She shot back.

The silence stretched on just long enough to be uncomfortable again before he spoke and she took the time to study the dark circles under his eyes. "No, that would be like calling myself Joker and running around with crowbars and bombs."

"You do kinda blow things up a lot." She mimicked his posture. "Hey, aren't you a teenager too?" She cocked her head with a frown.

He snorted. "No." His eyes shifted off to the side.

"Oh my god, you are!" She jumped to her feet and pointed one of her fingers within grabbing distance before she really registered what she was doing. "Just imagine the reaction it'd get if anyone found out that Red Hood, scourge of Gotham's underworld, isn't even twenty yet. They'd flip the fuck out."

"You kiss your mother with that mouth? 'Cause I can send it to her in a box" As if he wasn't angry enough before, he was steaming now. If she'd felt like pushing her luck more, Stephanie would have called his expression a pout, but she really wanted to leave Arkham alive, so she didn't let that thought linger.

"Please, it's nothing compared to the audio logs I've heard of you." She chuckled and settled back into her seat. "What were we talking about again?"

"You leaving." He growled.

"Nope, pretty sure it was me getting here." She held up one finger. "So anyway, I thought I was going to have to ask for help from Batman…" here Jason scoffed, "… but for someone that cold he can be a little over-protective, and I couldn't exactly ask Oracle, because, like no one knows she exists and the most she could do was schedule a 'legitimate' visit, and by then the chili-dogs would have been cold, and it would have been a tiny bit suspicious if a blond girl with a paper bag came in right after blond Batgirl with a paper bag left…"

"That was too many ands," Jason cut in.

"So I just told them I was your sister and that you'd be real mad if they didn't let me in." She spread out her arms and grinned. Jason's folded arms were twitching in a way that told her he was fighting to keep them that way. "Also, one of them, Schools or whatever, was kind of handsy and I said you were going to get him for it so…"

"You really have no idea what you've done, do you?" He clasped his hands in front of him tightly enough that his knuckles cracked.

"Came for a nice visit and brought you some non-prison food?" Her smile slipped just a little under the intensity of his glare. She lifted the paper bag upright. "Are you going to eat it?"

"No." He wasted no time in replying. "If you don't have anything important to tell me, then leave." He didn't turn away from her, but he might as well have.

"You really are an ass, you know." She sighed and stood up. "But, er thanks for not killing me the second I walked in the door." He scoffed and she took one last look at him as he slumped a little further into the uncomfortable chair before she left.

The heavy metal door was between them and let out a breathy sigh. That was it, mission failed, whatever that mission had been in the first place. She paused on her way to the other end of the corridor. Had she really failed?

Walking in she'd fully expected a fight, those cuffs couldn't have held him. Heck, even a strait jacket couldn't have held someone half as skilled as any robin was expected to be, and Jason did have training on top of that. That was something at least.

By the time she'd left the asylum, Stephanie had come to the conclusion that she'd made the same mistake this time as she had when she'd enacted the War Games, lack of information. She didn't know how to talk to Jason because she didn't know anything about him.

She'd have something to tell him the next time she showed up, because next time she'd know more than his favorite food.

Stephanie Brown was a detective too, and it was time she proved that she could put those skills to use.

#stephanie brown #jason todd #aekham asylum #fanfiction #stephanie and jason #tell me a story

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notgoingtohappen · 7 years

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Revenge, Interrupted (Part 19)

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Caroline looked out of the aeroplane window, watching as they descended, clouds dissolving as millions of pinpricks of light came into view. The city, her new home. Somewhere among the multicoloured glitter were Elena, Bonnie, Damon, Enzo... and Stefan.

Her fake boyfriend. Who she liked.

Who she was going to try her absolute best to get over.

For the hundredth time, she wondered angrily how she could be dumb enough to fall for him and put herself in this situation. Now she had to face the boy she liked and try and act nonchalant in front of him but in love in front of their friends, and somehow move on from someone who for all intents and purposes acted like her he liked her back most of the time.

Separating all of it was going to be hell.

Great going, Caroline.

Shouldn't be too hard. The relationship wasn't real. They were just friends.

She just had to keep telling herself that.

~*~

Under the fluorescent white lights of the airport, Caroline made her way to the exit, dragging her suitcase behind her.

She stopped as her phone buzzed in her purse. Fishing it out, she found herself staring at a text from Stefan Salvatore. Of course.

‘Look up’

She did, only to see him standing a few feet away, flowers in hand, smiling.

"Stefan! What are you doing here?" she exclaimed as her heart did strange things in her chest.

Why was he like this?

"Picking you up, of course." he handed her the daisies and took the suitcase from her.

"They're beautiful, thank you."

The guy even got her her favourite flowers. He really didn't make it hard for one to develop feelings. "And you know you didn't have to, right?"

"I wanted to! Just being a good fake boyfriend" he replied.

Right.

She reached up to hug him and pulled away as the moment she felt his arm around her, setting off those damn butterflies.

She struggled to think straight and act normal. "I got you something too," she remembered suddenly, reaching into her purse. She handed him a small brown package.

Stefan pulled out a snow globe key chain of Mystic Falls, and looked at her with a surprised smile.

"I saw it at the gift shop at the airport. Reminded me of you. I know you love the town."

"Thank you." he said warmly, looking into her eyes. She couldn't tell what was going on behind the forest green and looked away quickly.

"Let's go home." she said.

~*~

Caroline got home as dawn was breaking across the sky, took one look at the bed she realised she rarely got to sleep in and crashed.

When she woke up, the apartment was empty. Stuck to her mirror was a post-it that read ‘Glad you're back, see you in the evening xoxo’ in Elena's handwriting.

After eating an apple and some pudding from the fridge, Caroline decided to go to the library for a few hours and surf the internet on her laptop, maybe waste some time on social media. Or even read. She realised she could just ask Stefan for some books but she didn't want to be around him or his damn room any more than necessary. She just had to hope that distance did not make the heart fonder.

After spending a few hours (that had flown by far too quickly) curled up on a bean bag in a corner of the comfortingly quiet library, she gathered her things and left the building. Looking wistfully at the setting sun and dreading seeing Stefan once more, she suddenly remembered that there had been no cereal in the kitchen that morning. She walked to the nearest supermarket and then idled some more over there, buying things she did absolutely not need (a Minnie Mouse mug, pepper flavoured gum, blood orange lip gloss, and some fresh lettuce.)

After going as far as to impulse buy a gossip magazine at the checkout counter, she trudged her way back to the loft. She wasn't even past the front door before she was tackled by Bonnie and Elena.

"Care! You're back!"

"We missed you!"

"We love you!"

"We're so happy everything is okay!" the girls gushed.

"Thanks you guys, I love you too" Caroline laughed, her spirits soaring as she felt a surge of affection for her best friends.

"How was being back home? How is everyone? How's Sheriff?" Bonnie asked.

"Great, she's good."

"What do you wanna do? Eat junk food? Rom-com marathon? Apartment cleaning session?" Elena asked.

Before Caroline could pick one of those amazing options, the door burst open, Salvatore brothers standing in the doorway.

"Heard all the squealing. Welcome back, Care-bear!" Damon exclaimed, flashing his crooked smile at her.

"Thanks, Damon" she replied.

"Did Steffy or the girls tell you how we're going to celebrate?" he asked, glancing around the room, looking delighted.

"Uh, no?" Caroline looked at them curiously before her gaze landed on Stefan.

"We are... going to a rave" he said, looking vaguely uncomfortable.

"Oh my god, that sounds so much fun! When? Oh, I went to this one in college–"

"That was the best party ever and even had glow sticks, we know" Elena interrupted. "It's tomorrow. Liam's friend is throwing it."

"Perfect! One last hurrah before work starts, I guess."

"No, not you too, Blondie." Damon muttered.

"Excuse me?"

"You're starting work and so is Enzo... don't leave me alone with Stefan all day."

"I'm the one who will have to be around you all day," Stefan shot back. "I'm going to practically live at the gym till the day I begin."

"Just not my gym, please."

"Why don't you start actually looking for work?"

"I'm taking a break, dear brother. I've spent my life studying, I deserve it. Plus, Dad pays our bills." he smirked.

"Your life has been the same as that of every normal student in the country, Damon–"

"My work hours aren't that long right now, I'm just one of the three assistants..." Caroline interrupted their bickering.

"Oh good, hear that Stefan–" Damon began, only to be cut short by Elena.

"That's so great! I wish I didn't work at a hospital, the hours are crazy. And you get to spend more time with your boyfriend, lucky!"

"Yeah, I would have missed you." Stefan turned to Caroline with a smile in his eyes. Despite herself, a foolish part of her thought it was genuine. Damn it, why was he such a good actor?

She smiled back, before quickly changing the subject. "Okay, I am starving. I was so busy at the library, I forgot to eat lunch. What's for dinner?"

The girls looked at each other blankly.

"Worry not ladies, chef Stefan here will whip something up."

"I'm not going to cook three meals a day, Damon, stop being so lazy–"

"Oh my god, I'm ordering pizza." Bonnie groaned and put her phone to her ear and walked into her room.

Damon plopped onto the couch with a beer in hand, talking softly to Elena about something that reduced her to peals of laughter.

Stefan and Caroline sat down on the other couch.

"So, the plan's going on track..." he started.

Other than me falling for you.

"Yeah, totally. I mean, we go on dates, kiss, sleep in one room, what's left?"

"A declaration of love?"

Caroline swallowed. "Yep."

"Maybe a grand gesture?"

"You handle that one" she muttered.

"Okay" he replied simply.

She bit her lip, willing herself to look at ease.

"You okay?" Stefan's forehead creased as he looked at her as if trying to gauge her thoughts.

"I'm fine. Yeah, I think it's going well. We just stick to it for a while, keep up a routine when I have work too, lull them into thinking it's all peachy, and then–"

"Crash and burn."

"Throw them into a panic." She added.

"Worst breakup in history, remember?"

The last time they'd discussed the breakup, they were both laughing, imagining the guilt their friends would feel, filled with glee at the prospect of pranking them so cleverly, tricking them at their own game.

Now, there wasn't a smile in sight.

She didn't want it to end. It hurt to remember that it would.

And then she mentally chastised herself. It was sad that she was enjoying a fake relationship this much.

"What... what reason do we give them for the breakup?" He asked, looking away, but not before she'd caught his expression grow even more serious.

Why did he look serious? Was this getting to be too much for him?

"What's wrong?" She asked carefully.

He smiled at her, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Nothing, I'm just tired. We'll still be friends, right?"

The hope she felt at his words just made the despair that followed worse. She felt like a small goblin was punching her heart again and again.

"Of course! You were my first close friend in town, you know."

The corners of his mouth turned up a little. "You too. This was actually fun, hanging out with you."

The goblin really hated her. She mustered up a smile and replied. "We just can't be seen together while we're fighting, and when we reveal it was a prank, we go back to spending time together. But normally, as friends."

"Good plan... so why do we break up again?" He asked again

"Uh..." Caroline started to think. "You decide you're tired of me?"

"Caroline! That couldn't happen, you're actually my friend! And that makes me sound like a douchebag."

"Okay, okay." Caroline wished there was a button she could hit when talking to Stefan that would turn her feelings off so she didn't feel hope, anxiety, anguish, heartache, and anger at herself for feeling all of the above in a constant loop.

"How about you're not ready for a relationship?"

"They'll never buy it. I haven't been in one for over a year, plus I was lamenting about being tired of being single for days before I moved here."

"Really?" He smirked. "And you were never tempted to call Klaus?"

She narrowed her eyes in mock offence and smacked his arm. "Ha ha, very funny. I'll date Damon before I date him. I say you cheat on me with Rayna."

Stefan's mouth fell open. "Damon would never buy it! He knows I would never. How about you cheat on me with one of your exes when they arrive here?"

"Yeah, no, Tyler has a girlfriend who I love and after how things ended with Matt, no thank you. Besides, the girls wouldn't buy it. I've never cheated on anyone, it's one of the worst things you could ever do, it's cowardly and–"

"And cruel and wrong to betray someone's trust like that. How anyone can even live with themselves after that is beyond me."

Caroline looked at him approvingly. "You really are Prince Charming, you know? All noble and righteous."

"So are you. Noble and moral and kind, I mean."

Did the guy seriously jump out of a Hallmark movie? Was his life's mission to prevent her from getting over him?

"Great. So we're too perfect to break up." She flopped back against the couch with a loud sigh of frustration.

Damon and Elena looked at them curiously. "Lover's quarrel?" Damon asked.

"No way" Stefan said, leaning in close to kiss Caroline. Her eyes fluttered shut and she reached up to grip his shirt and pull him closer, her annoyance dissolving into longing when she felt his hands brush against her side.

"We cross that bridge when we come to it," he whispered as he pulled away, shifting so his arm was around her. She leaned her head on his shoulder, playing with his fingers on an unconscious impulse as she thought about what he'd said. How long would it be exactly, until a logical reason to break up cropped up?

She looked up to see Elena still looking at her curiously, and turned to Stefan. He was watching their hands as if it was the most natural thing in the world. To her, that's what it felt like. And to the others, it looked like a regular couple sitting together and being cute.

Well played, Stefan, she thought as Elena smiled softly at her and went back to talking to Damon.

"You know, a few weeks of dating is fine too if we find a reason by then. Who says it needs to be months?" She blurted out.

Stefan's expression was guarded. "Okay."

And then she kicked herself. Because even though she'd suggested it, and it was a pretend relationship, and they'd just been analyzing their future breakup in great detail, him agreeing with breaking up early so easily made her feel uneasy.

And that was why it was better in the long run, as much as she hated it (and then hated herself for hating it–really, what the fuck.)

The sooner this charade ended, the sooner would her conflicted feelings and stupid crush go away, and her mind would be a far more tranquil place.

#steroline #steroline fanfiction #steroline fics #steroline fic #ri #yall can i get some uhhhhhh feedback

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golddaggers · 8 years

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Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson.

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one.

Word Count: 2,9k+

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to send you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write. Actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his old self. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminds me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here, oh yes, the family who created all other vampires, and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point, I guess.

Well, I will not extend myself, because I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days!

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister.

Love you,

Y/N.

You dropped the beautiful pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still alive, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was a dead end job. Not that he was entirely wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flesh and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi!” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wooden wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not-”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I promise you I am not.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you divert your eyes to the well-hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde, who had her arms crossed tightly against her chest while leaning into the wall next to your bedroom’s door, rolled her eyes at you and caved in, like she always did, coming closer to help you get dressed. Lexi always had a good eye for fashion, which made anyone look absurdly fabulous once they had been advised by her.

A short while later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“Uh, pumpkin, we should go.” Lexi called me out, once she realised how late it was. “It’s awfully late.”

“Oh, I’m sure it doesn’t really matter.” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And maybe we’ll even find Stefan there or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” A gentle snort escaped as she shook her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”

“That’s what I came here to do, Lexi.”

“Oh shut up about it!” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “Now listen to me: I know you love him and that he is very important to you. But not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the bare skin of your shoulder and you glanced up at her, finding her so sweet and comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two share a quick, confidant laugh and leave the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

You tapped your feet nervously on the floor, tugging at the thin tissue of your dress and looking from side to side. Normally you wouldn’t feel like this whenever you had to be alone, which, by the way, you were because your so-called best friend decided she needed to dance with a random guy for so random reason. Still, there was something about this place that made you uneasy, although you could not quite place it just yet.

The martini glass you ordered was lying lazily on the table, but, long ago, you realised that alcohol was not what you were craving. Matter fact, you did not even want that, it was only to keep the appearances. One thing did manage to capture your attention, though. A tall, dark guy who gave you the eye all night long. Heck, he smelt delicious.

It’s settled then, you thought, licking your lips and smiling at him. A shy wave followed your previous actions. That was clearly an invitation for him to come closer and he took your lure, walking towards you rather fast.

“Good evening, Ms…?”

“Salvatore. But you can call me Y/N.”

“That is a lovely name” The guy whispers, taking your hand and kissing its back while glancing at you with lustful eyes. “I’m Thomas Maxwell.”

Leaning in, you stared deep into his eyes, it was time to make sure poor Tom wouldn’t let out a peep about what was going to go down next. The compulsion was easy since your diet consisted of human blood entirely. That was so because, unlike your baby brother, you had amazing control of your thirst and only killed if it was strictly necessary.

“Well, Mr Maxwell, what do you say we go outside to catch some fresh air? I’m feeling a bit claustrophobic here.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” The man stutters, offering you his arm which you accepts gladly. “I am sorry if I’m crossing some lines, but I just have to say you look beautiful tonight.”

“So kind of you to say that!”

You couldn’t blame him for being completely numb under the effect of your presence. Although human’s inner self-preservation instinct should repel the vampire allure, it did the exact opposite, pushing them straight to their deaths.

The air outside was cold, bringing a set of shivers to startle you, making Thomas sympathetically wrap his coat around your shoulders. You smiled shyly, watching as he bit his bottom lip, heart pounding so fast against his ribcage you thought he would have a heart attack.

“So, Ms Salvatore, what brings you to New Orleans?” Thomas blurts out, one of his thumbs nervously circling the back of his other hand. At his bluntness, you look away, not wanting to think about Stefan right now. “Oh, I am deeply sorry… I just figured you were new and-”

Two of your delicate fingers were placed softly against his lips, shutting him off completely. Then one chuckle slips, you just couldn’t help yourself. It was amusing how they all acted under your overwhelming presence. You have always been told that, even by other vampires. That your scent was so intoxicating they had trouble knowing how to contain themselves.

“We don’t have to talk about this,” It was barely a whisper, your hands slowly descending to his neck, making it all so sensual. “do we?”

“No.” His lips quivered in anticipation. “C-Can I… Ugh…”

Watching him meticulously, you raised a brown and clamped your lower lip between your teeth. They all seemed so alike, always stuttering and looking naive… It was what made the hunt so interesting: seeing how far they would resist to the trap’s temptation.

“Oh, Mr Maxwell…” Your voice low, a finger pulling him closer and closer to be caged against a bricked wall. “Do you wish for one of my kisses?”

“I do.”

Another taunting grin surfaces as you slip one sharp nail against the soft flesh of his neck. The carotid was pumping heavily, the adrenaline stench driving you insane. Way too good for you waste any other moment to finally taste it.

Thomas Maxwell didn’t scream when you climbed his body, hooking your legs around his waist as your teeth ferociously tore his throat apart, blood gushing across your face as you drank it down, moaning to the sweet taste of it. Feeding made you high, your body warming up as your desires were slowly fulfilled. He weakened beneath you, both of you falling down as he had no strength to keep the position.

“Hmm, I can’t tell what looks hotter, sweetheart, you or the fine drink you’re having.” A pleased tone coming from a man’s voice snapped you out of the frenzy the blood got you into. “I suppose I have to savour your lips first to make my choice.”

Regardless of Thomas’ fading hands still grazing your sensitive skin, your bodies still very much close to one another, it was not quite this proximity that made your body, especially not the middle of your legs, warm up like that, throbbing unconsciously. You bit your tongue to prevent a groan, standing up, your dress crooked and your face possibly covered in blood.

“May I know who are you?”

“Oh sweetheart, I am slightly disappointed you haven’t heard about me yet.” He brought your hand to his plump, pink lips, the roughness of his stubble scraping the skin. “I am Klaus Mikaelson.”

A sudden change of your demeanour makes him laugh, he’s aware you know about his fame, what he’s done and what he is. Your mind, on the other hand, is running, unable to focus, unable to convince you that the oldest vampire in existence, the most dangerous one too, was actually flirting with you. And also, no matter how crazy it sounds, you thought about how you’d never doubt Lexi’s word: Klaus Mikaelson was the most handsome man you had ever laid your eyes on.

“Y/N Salvatore.”

“Hmm, are you related somehow to a vampire named Stefan?” Klaus quizzes, one of his eyebrows quirking.

“Yes, that’s my brother’s name. Do you know him?” You ask gently, your eyes glued to him in childish excitement. “I have been looking for him.”

“Yes, sweetheart, I do him. We have become quite good friends.” The thickness in his accent makes you shudder, your lips in a grim line to refrain a pant. Your mind betrays you by thinking about his tone mellowish, calling out for you as you go down your him, tasting him. Your heat throbs to the thought. “But I have no wishes to talk about him. Not when a beauty such as yourself is standing in front of me.”

“What do you want from me?” There’s a slight falter in your voice, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him, who inches closer to you. “I don’t have anything-”

“You see, sweetheart, I am curious about you.” Now there was only a fair share of steps between you, his hands close enough to toy around with the drapes on your dress. A shiver crawls down your spine. “You have a scent, one that has gotten me here. Like a puppy who needs to be taken care of. You reek of it. And I needed to take a closer look at it.”

The nudge of his nose on your jawline got you throwing your head back, exposing your neck further to him, his lips licking off the drops of dry blood from your neck. You can’t hold back the soft ah that leaves your lips stubbornly. It was insane. You had never done such thing, never allowed your guard down to a stranger, still, you couldn’t help it. Not when he was near you, his presence making your stomach twist, your insides achy and claiming for him.

“K-Klaus, what are we doing?” It goes off with a broken whimper, his large hand nearing your ass. “This is insane, we don’t even know each other.”

“Does it matter, dear?” Klaus replies hoarsely.

A gush of heat washes your figure as he presses himself into you, the growing bulge inside his pants rubbing lightly your centre. Your hands fly to the nape of his neck, tugging at the blond hair there, you have to refrain your craving to run your nails down, dipping into his loose shirt, feeling what the warmness of his skin is like.

“No.” The lowest of whispers, but Klaus smiles. “It doesn’t, really.”

“Come with me, then.”

His hands now squeeze your back, pulling you up to wound your legs around his waist. Klaus has you pinned against the wall, his scent intoxicating you, like green leaves and petrichor. Your gut screamed for you to say yes, to surrender to him, feel the size of him inside of you. It certainly wouldn’t come into the occasion you had met him only a few minutes ago.

“Klaus! I have been looking for you.” A known voice startled you, a voice you’d recognise anywhere and had been yearning to hear it for quite a while. “Rebekah wants to talk to you-Y/N? What are you doing here?”

The sting of betrayal hurts as you pull away from Klaus, glaring at your baby brother with sad eyes. He looks cold and distant like he hasn’t missed you for a second. Like he hasn’t thought about you. The one who cared for him, who defended him from their father. It wasn’t fair what Stefan was doing.

“Oh brother, in this scenario, I’m the one asking the questions.”

“What for? I have told you, and Damon, countless times that I don’t want your help.” Stefan rolls his eyes, in a mocking attitude. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, but you don’t fool me.” Anger was boiling within your veins, mixing with your blood and making you growl. Oh, how you wanted to smack the hell out of that boy. “If there’s anybody who knows you, that’s me, now-”

“Honey, I’m going to be straight with you, okay? I don’t care, I don’t flip back on and I want you to stop trying.”

“You really don’t know me, do you?”

Stefan shrugs off, diverting his attention to the man still standing beside you, annoying flickering on his fair eyes. “Rebekah wants to talk you. Find her. Now I have to go, there’s a girl who’s waiting for me.”

"Stefan!”

Yet, before you were able to follow him and kick his ass for acting like that, Klaus grips you by your wrist, forbidding you to do so, which made you even madder. For a split second, you wonder if Klaus’ true intentions were to spoil the first time you saw your brother after almost a year and crush your expectations on ever turning on his humanity switch. Anger bubbles throughout your figure and you roughly free yourself from his grasp.

“That’s why you came here?” Your voice is higher than it should be. “To mess up my plans?”

“Mind your tone, sweetheart.” Klaus snarled. “Don’t forget who I am.”

“Answer me!” With hands splayed across his chest, you narrow your eyes, still angrily shouting. “Come on!”

“No.” Klaus finally answers. “I didn’t even know you were his sister until you told me. And I’m honestly not interested in more family drama, I have my own to cover that.”

Of course, you knew it wasn’t his fault. How could it be? Truthfully, you wanted to find somebody else to place your failure but yourself. It was on you that your brother was like that. Once you admit that to yourself, feeling defeated, you allow the welled up tears to streak down, staining your cheeks. You were weak. So weak that you couldn’t even stand up, falling to your knees.

Klaus sighed, kneeling in front of you and raising your chin, exposing you to a deep blue-eyed stare, it was like facing a wide, rebellious ocean. Your breathing was still uneven and it only grew worse when he, carefully, stroke your cheeks, wiping the stupid teardrops that kept streaming down your face like someone had turned the faucet in your eyes on.

“I am sorry I look so pathetic…” It was a sincere apology, Klaus was an unknown person who didn’t need to be in the middle of this. “You can leave me here if you want, I’ll be fine.”

"I don’t normally do this, dear, but I like you, so I’ll open an exception.”

“Excuse me?”

He wraps your waist with his arms and helps you to stand back on your feet, a little exhausted. Almost as if someone injected vervain directly on your neck, pumping it continuously to your heart.

“I’m going to take you on a date.” A gorgeous smile curved his lips, enlightening his entire face. “I almost made you my own, it’s only fair. And it’ll help to forget all that drama.”

"One night with the mighty Mikaelson?” You look up, scratching your neck and pretending you were thinking about it still. “What the heck, I don’t have anything to lose, anyway.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure you will come back for more.”

“Drop the smug act.”

“Quit being a cry baby.”

As both of you laughed, walking away from that dark alley, you thought you had never met someone as intense as Klaus Mikaelson. It was definitely going to be an unforgettable night and, fuck, Lexi should set her ears ready to hear every single detail because you were sure it was going to be wild. And, if your luck twists a little, very much naughty as well.

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weperseverebyhonestgrins · 8 years

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Marry Me || Steroline

Prompt from Anonymous: Could you do a drabble about Stefan adoring Caroline's craziness over wedding planning?

It took me a long time to find the right inspiration for this prompt, and the latest episode managed to do it. This is just a moment of peace for Stefan and Caroline to enjoy being together again, looking forward to what comes next.

It was a well known fact that Stefan was not the cheesy romantic of the relationship. He remembered important dates and did surprisingly sweet, thoughtful things; there was no production about it, no candles and rose petals.

For him, their love was simple and perfect in its simplicity. He loved Caroline and wanted her to be happy - that was all he needed.

Caroline was a production in and of herself, and Stefan loved watching her excitedly take on another challenge. She found him the rare Bon Jovi signed album Lexi had accidentally left in some bar back in the nineties. If he dropped by work for a surprise lunch, she would swoon and insist upon planning a dinner date in return. A shopping trip wasn't complete without some shirt that brought out the color of his eyes, her favorite sun-bright shade that apparently reminded her of their first kiss. Caroline loved romance; Stefan loved her.

And he was going to marry her.

The morning after his renewed proposal, Stefan woke to his nose buried in her nest of blonde hair. Caroline was awake, he knew. As a vampire, he would be able to feel the contained energy buzzing under her skin, the twitch of her eyelashes against the air when she remembered to press them closed to keep up the ruse. With his dull human senses, though, the truth was in the unnatural stillness of her body, like she was trying to remain perfectly in position lest she wake him by moving.

"Good morning," he croaked, nuzzling deeper into her space. "Are you planning, or are you having second thoughts?"

She rolled over smoothly, giggling when he pulled her closer to him. "Actually, I was just trying to enjoy a moment of peace with my fiance," Caroline answered primly. "We have a nasty habit of finding trouble we don't want to be in, let alone to drag each other along with it."

Stroking his thumb along the pattern of freckles on her cheek, Stefan pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Okay," he whispered. "Aside from cuddling, what's the plan for today?"

"I'm going to head over to the Armory for a bit, and I was hoping you might join me. Not only have the girls been missing you, I could use your help bringing boxes back to the house."

"Boxes," Stefan said, confused.

Embarrassed, Caroline hid her face in his shoulder. "I kind of stored all the wedding things over there," she admitted. "Out of sight, out of mind and all that."

Stefan swallowed painfully. "Oh."

"But, you're back," she pointed out cheerfully, her smile crinkling her eyes. Biting her lip, though, the joy in expression dimmed after a moment. "I mean, I know we probably aren't back to full steam ahead for the whole June wedding thing. I'd understand if you want an adjustment period, maybe push things back. I haven't actually canceled any of the earlier arrangements yet, I literally just boxed up the stuff. According to our vendors, there's totally a Forbes-Salvatore wedding happening June third, but I can get us out of it if-"

"Hey." Stefan let his hand settle on her neck, a finger idly tracing the edge of her ear. He leaned over for a sweet kiss. "June third sounds perfect for a happily ever after with my best friend."

Had he not been watching her carefully, he might have missed the flash of anxiety that crossed her eyes. "What is it?"

She pulled him in for a drugging kiss, which dulled the inhuman pressure she just barely exerted against the back of his shoulder to hold him close. "Is it bad," she asked in a low voice, "that I just to flash us to the nearest courthouse and get it over with? I want the fairytale, I do, but I also don't want to wait. Bad things happen when we hesitate."

Stefan gave a sad smile. "I'm sorry."

Her face screwed into a frown at his vague apology.

"I'm sorry to have shaken your confidence in me," he clarified, hugging her tightly.

"It's not that," Caroline sighed. She pressed her lips together as she considered the best way to explain. Propping her head up with her arm, she let the other stroke along Stefan's chest. "You're human now." Her hand landed on his heart. "I don't want to waste a single minute we-"

We have left.

The unfinished sentence sat heavy between them. Uncomfortable topics in the past had sat unmentioned, hidden away at every moment. Stefan didn't want to do that anymore. They were partners, and they needed to be open and honest, always. "I'm going to love you for the rest of my life, Caroline Forbes," he vowed. "That won't change, no matter when we get married."

Caroline smiled, pressing herself against him with an exaggerated sigh. "Then I can probably wait for at least a day," she lamented airily. "I don't really want to leave this bed yet anyway. It's been lonely without you."

"You have no idea." He nuzzled into her hair again, breathing deeply. The muddled scent of her shampoo, conditioning cream, and sweat were less potent to his human senses, but they were no less sweet to his nose. It was the smell of home, and it comforted Stefan to his bones. "I could lay here forever."

When Caroline stiffened in his arms, he wanted to smack himself for the idle thought. 'Forever' meant something different for them now. Before he could address it, though, the front door loudly burst open downstairs.

"Up and at'em, lovebirds," Damon called. "We've got a problem."

"What's his problem?" Caroline groaned. She burrowed her head under a pillow, much to Stefan's amusement. "That he doesn't understand the concept of private time?"

"No, Blondie," Damon snapped, "my problem is a dead doppelgänger coming back to kick all our asses. You want cuddle time with your fiancé? Good luck prying him from Katherine Pierce's cold, dead, devil hands. Now, get down here!"

Stefan and Caroline turned to face each other, eyes wide in shock. "What?!"

#steroline #until the bitter end #not so prompt prompt

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ikonislife · 8 years

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Lost Boy

-Donghyuk x Reader

-Angst, Fluff

-Nothing is worse than having to go through a fading friendship. As your best friend slips out of your grasp, you couldn’t help but let the inevitable happens.

Another beautiful morning in the city and you had the unimaginable luck of having the day off. It was well deserved if you had to say so yourself. Having to grind out 3 weeks in a row of constant overtime and late night meeting, your company finally pushed through and signed perhaps the biggest deal of the decade. Low key, or very high key, this earned you a pedestal in your boss’s list of trustworthy assistants and a very, very long time coming promotion and raise. Best of all, he was in such a good mood that all the key players in the project had the wonderful opportunity of days off, their choosing. This brings it back to why you were sitting in a bustlingly loud restaurant at 10 AM when you could be having a snooze fest at home. Your eyes droned out, nursing your third glass of tea as another clear pearl of condensation rolled down the fading shade of the brown liquid.

None was more happy for you about the promotion than your best friend. Although you two weren’t childhood best friend, or even high school best friend, you both knew enough about each other to write biography in each other place let something bad happens.

You had first laid eyes on him struggling with a paper map wandering a small street in one of the small historical towns of Nagano, Japan one random December almost six years ago. A stick of yakitori precariously hanging out of his mouth as both his hands were too busy to hold the snack, his eyes frantically searches the writing, the number, anything to indicate his destination. Judging from the heavy, overstuffed backpack and the confuse doe eyes, you made the conclusion that he was also backpacking just like you. Something about how helplessly lost he was that made your heart swelled, a gentle smile found itself upon your lips.

Not to be a creep, you forcefully teared your eyes away from that magnificently well sculpted face and return to the colorful rows of mochi and the kind eyes of the old woman. Somewhere in between deciding on whether you should get the mango or the matcha mochi and buying 5 different flavors at once, a small voice sounded out from behind startling the small coins to stumble out of your hand, clinking on the glass display case.

“Uhm, I’m sorry to bother you...”

The voice was so velvety smooth and gentle, sounding like the clearest of bells and somehow a hint of a crisp spring afternoon. You collected your change, bowed to the old woman in the shop before having all the air knocks out of your lungs from the view. The lost boy stood next to you, nose and cheeks redden from the cold, a bit of blond hair sticking out from the black beanie sitting low on his forehead. Even as disheveled and wasted from the frosty wind of nearing Christmas, he was so divinely handsome. He offered a weary but no less than bright smile as a peace token, as if to let you know he meant no harm.

“Are you alright? You looked uhm... bit worn if you don’t mind me saying.” You replied with utmost carefulness, cautious of the stranger.

“Not at all. I think I’m a bit further than just ‘worn’” He giggled and if sunshine was a sound, that would be it. “I’m disastrously lost, if you could...” Another nervous giggle. You swore if he giggle one more time, not only would you give him direction but all your money. Seriously, how could anyone be so adorable.

“Let me see.”

It wasn’t even a minute before you realized his destination was the same hostel as yours, one and only. Opting to give him verbal direction anyways, you didn’t want to overstay your welcome. For all you knew, he could just be nice for the sake of getting help. Bowing deeply several times, he trekked off on his own as you sauntered not too far behind deciding it was time to lay your head. After 5 minutes of walking, you had forgotten about the lost boy that was no longer lost completely. It wasn’t often you got to see dainty wooden houses lining the foot of mountains green with endless amount of trees. Quaint artisan shops littered the path with happy faces of grandpa and grandma offering their lifelong skills to show visiting folks a bit of their town’s specialties. Almost forgotten.

“Uhm, you don’t have to walk me there you know. Showing me the way was kind enough of you, I can’t possibly have you going out of your way.”

That smoother than butter voice permeated your eardrums once more.

“Huh?” You gasped before realizing you had closed the gap with him sometimes in the middle of daydreaming about living here. “Oh, I’m not.”

“Are you... following me?” He said ever so reluctantly yet that playful glint in his eyes said otherwise.

“Oh, yea. I’m a serial killer. I pretend to be trustworthy to get your info before brutally murdering you.” You glared at him, almost too serious with your words as you see the life in his eyes looking for an escape route before laughing like a maniac. “Get off your high horse mister. We’re going to the same hostel. I can’t believe you.” You groaned a bit, although internally, you were hoping the banter you caught on isn’t just your imagination.

“OH! Why didn’t you say so. We could’ve walk together.” He exclaimed at the same time veering off toward you.

“You just took off so I don’t know, it’d be weird if I like chase you down. Plus, I don’t even know your name, blondie.”

“It’s Donghyuk! You are?” He stuck out his hand, smile lingering on those chapped lips.

“Y/n! Nice to meet you.” Taking his hand, you smiled to the best of your ability under the winter numbness that must be what it feels like to be under botox. Offering a piece of your fresh mochi to commemorate a new friendship, you listened as he rambled on the “life decisions”, as he put it which earned a small chuckle from you, that got him to the point of beyond lost.

“... and here we are, walking together eating mochi!” He said brightly, making you wonder about the mismatching between his appearance and his excited self. “So, Y/n. What brings you on this trip? I see that you’re alone also. You don’t travel alone unless there’s a reason to. Judging from how lovely you are, it can’t be because you’re a loner.”

Gorgeous, charming, and smooth. You really got yourself into some trouble now. You watched as he nearly killed himself focusing intensely on eating the scrumptious mochi you had offered him, almost walked the small manmade ditch that delivered fresh water from the mountain through the town. He went on eating without missing a beat so you let it slide, suppressing the small laugh he gave you.

“Soul searching.” You hummed simply, eyes gazing off into the redden sky that matched his cheeks.

“Wow, deep shit. And I don’t mean that you’re full of shit, just wow... I’m over here like yea, you know I worked hard so I wanna spend money. You’re just wow.” He took his eyes of the snack for a few seconds to stare at you, almost with admiration.

“Yea, you know. Sometimes you just gotta... I’m just kidding.” You heaved a hearty laugh. “I wanted to see the snow monkeys.”

“Is this gonna be a normal occurrence with you? You are full of shit, and not the good kind. Hey, me too though. I wanna see the monkeys. Let’s go together.”

You gave a small nod before continuing the cheerful banter the rest of the way to the hostel. That night, you both spent most of it planning out the trip after finding yourselves having nearly every destination matching. Although tired, both of you stayed up till closer to sun up sharing interests and hobbies, finding out that you both in fact live in the same city back home. Crazy how life worked. You went 20+ years living in the same part of the world without ever meeting each other then by some crazy fate, you both ended up in the same foreign country, staying in the same place, having the same destinations.

Your day dream cut short at the sound of the cheery waitress whom you suspected of drinking 20 shots of espresso because damn, her personality rivaled even Donghyuk.

“I have your egg Benedict and your date’s omelette. If you have any other question, let me know. I’ll be right over there.” She cheered in a high pitch tone, smiling so wide it felt a bit unsettling.

“Nah, we’re just celebrating her promotion. Not a date!”

Donghyuk chimed in, eyes momentarily parted from his phone and honestly, you were shock to hear his voice after what seemed like an hour of him smiling at the screen. You both sat next to the bright window of a French bakery and restaurant combo with pristine white tiled wall from floor to ceiling. Black ornate chairs and white cloths cover the rows of dinning table, perfect for a morning brunch date. He had returned to clicking away at the screen, smile still prominent on the handsome face. His hair no longer blonde now as it was all those years ago but a warm shade of chestnut brown. To be frank, he could dye his hair rainbow, lose all his arms, legs, the ability to speak or hear and you would still think he’s the best person in the whole wide world. It wouldn’t be too frank either to say that perhaps, you had fallen for him a bit. None of that really mattered though judging from the way he lovingly giggle at whatever, whoever it is on the receiving of those texts. Your eyes glued on him and his on his phone.

Watching the condensation pooled at the bottom of the tall glass, you sighed dejectedly. Neither of you had seen each other in two months and to say you were overjoyed when he asked to hang out would be an understatement. His offer of having a nice day out was too tempting for you not to cash in one of your paid days off your boss had so kindly given you. However, you were less than thrilled when the second you both got seated, he immediately clung onto his phone like his life depended on it.

It wasn’t always like this. Donghyuk was the most considerate, caring, observing person you had come to know. Your mind wandered off once again at the repetitive clicking of his text, drifting off to the days of the snow monkeys. It was a long hike and neither of you had gotten much sleep the night before. You both had under-eye bags for days but nothing could stop the overflowing determination of seeing some damn macaques bathing in hot springs. You had seen the monkey, taken pictures with the monkeys, done everything you could possibly think of before heading back down in the early evening. Both you and Donghyuk parted way at the hostel, crashing into your respective bed and knocked out for lord know how long. When you opened your eyes to take in the world later on, the man in moon had already came out to grace the Earth with his brilliant silver streams of light and the stars twinkled, illuminating the dark sky. Groaning loudly, definitely regretting staying up so late, you rubbed your eyes of its tiredness before checking to see a few texts from Donghyuk.

[12:30] You up yet?

[12:45] Meet me here when you up :)

[1:05] Y/n~~~~~~~~~

Pulling on the thick coat, you made your way down the small stone paved street before ending up in front of a wooden sliding door with bright lanterns hung on each side. Pushing your way in, a loud, manly shout of “いらっしゃいませ~” tear through the air. Already, not even one step in, you could feel the difference in the bustling nightlife of a 居酒屋 and the quiet countryside nightlife outside. You bowed to the chef, smiling despite the late hour and boiling heat of the fire grill surrounding the kitchen.

“Yay, you’re up! I was beginning to think I’m getting stood up.”

“Sorry, I feel like I just got hit by a bus. How are you so chippy... I legit feel and look like shit.” You mumbled a bit, taken back at how sprightly the boy sitting in in a booth on the far end of the restaurant still is after a long tiring day. Sliding into the squishy, worn out bench, you let your eyes fell onto the bottle of sake already empty.

“So what’s up with you and the sake?” You asked casually, not wanting to cross the line.

“Nothing much.” He muttered, pouring a small cup for you before downing his own. “I can’t drink with my new friend?”

“I guess that’s as good of a reason as any.” You chuckled softly, somehow his words seemed heavier than it supposed to be.

“Hey, Y/n. Earlier today when you said you’re ‘soul searching’, you actually meant it, didn’t you...” He hesitated. “It wasn’t a joke, right?”

“Hmm... how’d you know?”

“Your eyes. The chaos behind them...”

Pouring 2 more glasses, you both downed the shots before you let on a sadden smile. It wasn’t much of a story to tell really. It was the typical cheating boyfriend soul searching one. The bastard had actually wanted to go to Japan but was too poor to afford the trip. Of course being the gracious girlfriend you were, you offered to pay as a present for your 3rd anniversary. Like a God given miracle, you found out about his sleazy way a month before the trip and affectively canceled his half. You had thought about cancelling the trip altogether of course but what’s the point of punishing yourself over a dirtbag so off you went on your own. Donghyuk smiled, offered himself as companion for the rest of your trip.

“You said no one travels alone unless they have a reason...”

“I suppose you want to know mine now?” He said, still holding onto your hand supportively. At your nod, he continued. “I kinda lied... I’m sorry!”

“You what?!” you blurted out, not really angry, just curious.

“I was really curious about the beautiful girl with the sad smile traveling all alone so I lied. I said that so I could have an in. I’m sorry Y/n. I’m here by myself just cause. There’s no reason.”

“Oh my God, our friendship is base on a lie. My heart, how could you do me like this.” You clutched your heart dramatically, faking pain as his giggle pushed away your loneliness. Somehow, sitting here drinking sake with a boy you barely knew, your soul felt the calmest it had in a long time and you knew, everything will be okay.

Staring at him now, you would think twice about your own statement about him back then. You swore even the waitress felt sorry for you, being completely invisible to the boy across the table. Or perhaps she pitied you.

“Donghyuk, why did you wake me up early to hang out if you’re just going to text all day.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. It’s just Yoonji had something important to tell me.” His smile faltered yet his tone lack the guilt it should’ve been laced with for ignoring you. “So about the trip, you down? We can go to Europe or somewhere else too if you don’t feel like going back to Japan.” He set his phone down before digging into his plate.

“We can go back to Japan, I don’t mind. It’s not like I’ve been to every single prefecture.” You replied to his question halfheartedly, wholeheartedly over this whole brunch. You want nothing more to just tucked in with your teddy bear for a good slumber.

“Hmm, maybe we can go to Hokka-” His words cut short by that annoying ringtone you had heard too many time, the one that has the name “Yoonji” attached to it. Almost on instinct, his kind smile graced you with its appearance as his fingers reached for the flashing phone. “Sorry, Y/n. I really need to take this. I won’t be long”

Without even a bit of hesitation, not even pretending to offer to ignore the call for your sake, he stood up and walked toward the patio, almost singsonged his greeting. A wave of jealousy and anger washed over your whole body. A wave that you knew was completely irrational. Donghyuk had always been a good friend, offering you everything he got despite the million things he had going on in his life. You must be out of your damn mind to be demanding for more but still, you can’t help but let your eyes glowed green with envy. Envy of a person that got all his attention without even physically be here. As far as you concerned, Yoonji is his other, ultimate best friend, the one he grew up with, the one he shared most of his life with. Compare to her, you were paler than a goldfish without sun.

Not wanting to let the illogical surge of ugly emotion in your heart manifest itself, you stood up. Engulfed in a blitz attack of feelings from pure jealousy to insecure and unworthy, you paid for the meal and left before the threatening tears could see the light of day. With one last lingering gaze at the cheery boy laughing away on his phone outside completely unaware of your exit, you reminded yourself that he had never asked for this. He didn’t asked for you to be completely powerlessly in love with him. You knew no matter what, Yoonji will always take the cake in his heart. With a heavy sigh, you hailed a cab heading toward your company. Work will be the one thing that will never disappoint you.

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