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dancingazaleas · 4 years ago

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𖨆. 02 / all for us

summary: you’ve finally decided it was time to eat and bathe, but now that you aren’t worried about starving to death, you’re getting homesick. maybe a cup of tea and a movie is the best.

note: i, now, have a taglist for this series especially!! here’s the taglist form!! it will also be posted on the series masterlist!! much love <33

word count: +3.0k

warnings/notes: starvation, manipulation, abuse, slight panic attack, thoughts of suicide

IT'S been five days since you've had anything to eat.

your body is so weak from the lack of nutrients that you can't stand up on your own. your head is constantly aching from lack of food and you keep getting dizzy.

you feel like you're on the brink of death now, you can't even get out of bed to get yourself water out of your sink, shortening your life span if you keep this up. you feel yourself crying as you roll your body off of the bed and onto the floor.

hissing in pain, you dig your nails into the spruce hardwood floor.

"you are not weak for this. you're surviving," you whisper to yourself as you push yourself forwards with your arms.

it's so painful with the bruises. they rub up against your clothing, already irritating them a bit more than before, and now it's having pressure added onto it. your tears are blocking your sight, but you push on anyways. the door has never felt so far away.

you almost perk up when your nails scratch at the door. with weak fists, you bang at the door and call for one of the men that has captured you. your tears are dripping on the ground below you, forming a small puddle as they all bunch together.

"please," you croak, "please..."

the door is being unlocked and you feel as if all of your strength has been used at that moment. you lay still as your breath falters from your sobbing.

the door bumps against your head, shooting a sharp pain through your head. you can't find strength to care about it.

"so you're finally ready to listen. you look pathetic," you don't have to look up to tell it's levi speaking to you.

he calls out to erwin, telling him to fix you small and easy meal and to get you new clothes. he squats down and takes you into his arms bridal style.

if you weren't crying and letting out weak sobs, he would think your dead. you're so limp in his arms and your eyes are empty and droopy as they stare right through him. and it creeps him out.

he takes you into a bathroom with a tub, setting you gently on the toilet. he doesn't bother locking the door behind him, you're too weak to run away right now. levi's preparing you a bath, walking back and forth as he gets towels and soaps and checking the water.

you hiccup as you watch levi starting to remove that collar and chains around your neck, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off of your chest, literally. he's undressing you, obviously trying to avert his cold eyes away from your body. you're gently laid in the bath, head resting against the rim.

levi's quiet as he pours a warm cup of water over your hair and face, squatting down to reach your level.

"stupid," he scoffs as he lathers up shampoo in his hands. he washes your hair gently.

"this isn't mine and erwin's fault," he shakes his head while he pours water over your head, "it's your fault. you refused our care."

you don't argue back, too tired to even think of a comeback. you also don't feel like getting beat any more than you already are. your eyelids are getting heavy, immediately shutting them as soon as you feel the pressure on them.

levi stares, mouth slightly parted as you breathe in and out through your nose. your cheek was sprinkled in the color crimson, his own handiwork made him cringe. he just sighs, now brushing through your locks of hair with conditioner coated on his hands.

he rinses his hands off, letting the conditioner stay there just for a few seconds so it can soak in. his eyes trail down your body, stopping at your bruised breast. he didn't even realize he hit you there.

he shrugs it off and gathers water into the small cup in his hand, pouring it over your head. he expects you to jump up at the water over your head but all you do is mumble. he wants to wash your body, specifically your underarms, but with you half asleep and barely able to stand on your own without him holding onto you, he can't.

he clicks his tongue and pulls out the cover up blocking the drain. he grabs you by the arm, ignoring the whimper of pain that you let out, and pulls you up onto your wobbling feet. he helps you step out of the tub and wraps a fluffy pink towel around your shoulders, carefully sitting you onto the toilet again.

the bath water is a little murky and levi cringes at it because he knows it'll leave a ring around the tub. he'll clean it up later.

erwin's opening the door, a pile of clothes in his large hands.

"she's all tuckered out," he chuckles, handing off the clothes to levi.

"yeah. don't know how, she's barely done anything. must be the hunger or something," levi shrugs and watches the folded clothing come undone as he holds the hemline between his fingers.

"maybe we were too harsh on her."

"no, we weren't. we can't trust her. believe it or not, but forks can hurt whenever you put force into them when you stab someone. she could've hurt one of us or herself," he folds the clothes over his arm and holds out a hand.

erwin hands him underwear, "i suppose you're right."

"i'm always right," levi carefully puts on your underwear for you.

erwin rolls his eyes at levi's comment, "make sure to dry her hair."

"i know what i'm doing," he snaps, "go put her food in her room."

erwin complies, swinging the door shut behind him as he goes to fetch your food.

you've barely processed their conversation, too focused on levi's hands putting you in a satin light grey nightgown that ends just below your knees. the bishop sleeves keep your arms warm and cold at the same time, in fact, the whole material of the dress does as well. the neckline is a v-neck, not that you mind too much because of the risk you might get too hot.

"do i...," you manage to mumble, "do i have to wear this to sleep...?"

"yeah, unless you feel like sleeping in just underwear. i don't think you want that though," he scoffs as he towels off your damp hair.

you don't reply, far too tired to even say a 'whatever' to him. you let your forehead come into contact with his hip, taking in the cold temperature radiating off of his body. you want to nuzzle into his hip, but thankfully you have enough will to not do so. it reminds you of your friend, pieck, and her cat like tendencies. the memory has you letting out a pained laugh.

levi can feel his face getting warmer at every movement you make with your head, but he manages to play it off because of the towel blocking your view. he throws the towel into the basket by the tub, hand silently stroking at the back of your head in comfort.

it doesn't give you comfort. but you don't let it show.

levi's grabbing a hair brush, a clean and new one, and running it through your (hair type) locks. there are far too many tangles from the lack of care you've been giving your hair, but not enough to make a knot.

levi then pulls out a block of deodorant from the cabinet below the sink. it's unused and you can smell the scent of flowers on it as he brings it closer. his hands slide up your dress with caution, trying to avoid coming into contact with your bruised body.

he manages to put on the deodorant easily. he picks you back up with a grunt, eyebrows furrowing at your pained expression. he's placing you back onto your bed in just a matter of seconds, throwing the covers over your legs.

erwin's sitting at the edge of your bed, holding a fork with food already on it. your eyes are droopy while you look at erwin.

you don't eat a lot, they're in fear that you might throw everything up if fed too fast. you don't blame them, you haven't eaten in five miserable days. it's best to be cautious.

"scooby...," you manage to whisper out, eyes fluttering shut.

"she wants to watch scooby doo even though she's already asleep," levi huffs with the shaking of his head, grabbing the tray from erwin's hands.

erwin follows after levi, closing the door behind the both of them and locking it.

"she seems to be getting adjusted," erwin notes while standing behind levi and watching him wash the dishes.

"only because she was on the brink of death. let's just hope she learned from it," levi's aggressively scrubbing the plate with a sponge.

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you lay in your bed a few days later, the feeling of homesickness is eating you up inside. did no one care? did anyone even notice you vanished? where was everyone? what were they doing?

you think of zeke. the man you were sort of dating, it's complicated. well, it was. now, it's just nonexistent.

zeke was out of the country for a bit, something to do with work. he left you with a kiss on the forehead and a hug. you wonder if he's texted you.

you think of pieck. oh my god, she's had to have noticed by now. she's your best friend, she lives with you. but the memory of the two of you fighting right before you were kidnapped comes flooding back, and you deflate. if you weren't in the house then pieck would probably think it was normal.

what about porco? reiner? your guys friends who act like guard dogs towards you. where were they? did they notice? surely they had to, you never not text them back.

bertholdt? your close friend that you also worked with him. he was a music prodigy and he texted you almost everyday. did he notice?

you're breathing erratically as you sit up and clutch your hands over your ringing ears. where were they? where even was your phone?

you're gonna get killed before you can tell any of them that you love them. the thought has you crying and tugging at your hair. you were so mean to pieck before you were kidnapped. you hadn't talked to zeke since the day of your kidnapping, who probably wasn't worried because he was busy with work.

when will you see them again? will you ever even get to see them again?

'maybe after death,' you think, eyes darting up to the mirror on your vanity.

you slap yourself upside the head, slapping away the thought. you struggle to get onto your feet, but when you do, you're banging at the door for levi and erwin again.

you have to know if they're okay, to know if they know you're gone. you step away from the door at the sound of keys jingling and their footsteps.

"what are you freaking out about now," levi's being followed by erwin.

"my friends... did.. did you tell them i was okay," with a boost of confidence, your gripping at levi's biceps.

"get your filthy hands off of me," he smacks them away.

"yes, we did tell them you were going away. we said you decided on a vacation," erwin speaks and watches your eyes dart back to the mirror.

"fuck," you whisper to yourself. everyone would believe you'd go on vacation, you had been stressed with your job for the past month.

"levi's gonna make you some tea and then we can all chat, we were about to do so anyways," erwin's hand rubs at your back as he pulls you close to him.

levi leaves the room, following the orders of erwin. erwin, on the other hand, is cooing at you.

"no one's going to miss you," he whispers in a sweet tone and it gives you goosebumps, "no one at all."

you know it's not true. it can't be true. zeke would miss you. reiner would miss you, pieck, porco, bertholdt. they'd all miss you.... right?

"we're the only ones who care, no one else cares," his grip tightens.

"want to know what that girl said," you hear the arrogance in his voice, and you can't do anything to stop it since he's buried your face in his chest.

"she said she was glad you were on vacation. she said that it was good that she didn't have to see you," yoy hiccup against his chest, pieck couldn't have said that, right?

he pulls away finally, satisfied at your expressionless face—if you overlook the tears. you can't give in, pieck would never say that. never in a million years would she say that, even if she hated your guts.

right?

levi comes back in, hands holding a tray that has teacups and a pot of tea on it. levi goes to the area with three chairs, setting the tray onto the coffee table and sitting himself down in one. erwin follows behind him, leaving the chair in between them open for you to sit.

they stare at you expectedly, it makes you uncomfortable so you decide to just deal with it and sit with them.

"what tea is this," erwin asks while levi pours everyone a cup.

"earl grey, what else do we have," levi hands a cup to erwin and then to you.

you hold it by the handle, silently admiring the cup's delicate and intricate design. you try to ignore the voice in the back of your head to break it on the ground and slash your neck open. you want to drink it too, it smells absolutely perfect, but if you hold it any longer you might just listen to that voice.

you set it back down, left hand immediately grabbing at your right wrist. you didn't trust yourself to make a move on your own, if you did you fear it might end up with a shard of glass at your throat.

erwin's ice eyes stare at your wrist and hand, taking in how your knuckles were white and the skin on your arm was reddening.

"just say if you want handcuffs," erwin sips at his tea and looks away.

"what," you flinch at his voice interrupting the quiet that was once there.

his comment has you looking at your hands, which you let go of at the sight of the irritation.

"sorry," you shrug and lean back in your chair.

"good. can't have you hurting your hands," levi comments, eyes staring outside of the bay window.

"speaking of that," you sigh, "why do you always leave my hands alone. you've shown no mercy to my arms, so why my hands?"

"when you're good enough, you'll be allowed to play the piano," erwin crosses a leg over the other, ankle resting on his knee.

"play? for who? there's no one in this empty house but us," you scoff and cross your arms.

"me. and there's more people here than you think," levi's giving you a small smirk, "you're just separated from them."

"it's hard to believe that you have friends, levi," you mumble loud enough for them to hear. your comment has erwin chuckling and levi rolling his eyes.

"i have friends, believe it or not. watch your attitude," he's putting his tea back onto the tray.

"i don't have an attitude," you sound like a child arguing with their parent.

erwin butts in the conversation before levi can get mad, "anyways, we will allow you to play if we think you've been good enough. levi likes the piano, remember?"

you bite down on your tongue to stop the words 'no but i remember getting kidnapped!!' from coming out of your mouth.

"when can i leave this room, it's too stuffy in here?"

"did you not just listen to erwin? he said when we feel you've been good enough. you've got to start by loosing the attitude," levi snaps his fingers irritatedly.

"how am i supposed to act?!"

"obedient," erwin's now standing over your chair, hands gripping the arms as he leans over you.

"like a dog," you look to levi at the sound of his voice, you try to make yourself smaller.

"you have on a chain and collar for a reason, don't you," erwin smiles gently, hand taking ahold of the chains while he stands up straight.

you choke when erwin tugs the chains towards himself, head knocking right against his stomach while the chains swing in the air and curl around his arm. his other arm swiftly grabs at jaw and forces you to look up at him with your chin pressed to his body.

erwin feels himself harden at the sight, your eyes are widened and your mouth his agape and panting because of the sudden cut off of air.

"just like that," he strokes his thumb along your jaw while you wonder what's caused a sudden change in him these past few days; he used to be so gentle. oh right, kidnapping.

his words have you turning hot, embarrassment hugging you from behind. it wasn't like you easily complied, you were forced to do so. you're also embarrassed because you can feel his hard-on against your sternum, and while you haven't thought about it before, you realize that erwin is fucking hung. you hope that you're not too good for them.

you're saying prayers in your head whenever levi speaks up, "i thought we came in here to watch a movie or something."

erwin lets you go, chains dropping from his arm as he does so. you sigh in relief as erwin grabs the remote from your bed and turns the tv on. you huff while you flop onto your bed and crawl up under your covers, knowing that you'll probably just fall asleep as you watch the movie.

unfortunately, this gives off the impression that you would like to be cuddled. levi's sliding under the covers with you, chest pressing against your back with arms wrapped around your waist. erwin follows soon after, inserting himself in your arms as he scrolls through the different movies at his disposal on the television. you're slightly frustrated at all of the physical contact, but you know that if you reject their advances it'll end up bad for you.

"put on heather's, please," you ask, which erwin obliges to.

as the movie goes on, you hope that they get the message.

you'll be veronica, and they'll be jd.

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adenei · 3 years ago

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Summer of Jily Week 4

It's week 4 for @efkgirldetective's Summer of Jily challenge! You sure did send me for a loop with this one, but I've managed to keep the one-shots turned multi chap story going!

This week's prompts: Picking Berries and "I know I kissed you before, but I didn't do it right."

Read on AO3

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James didn’t sleep at all that night. He couldn’t stop thinking about the carnival. His thoughts shifted between being mad at Sirius for winning that damn prize and presenting it to Lily—that was his stupid, cheesy plan that his best mate had hijacked—and the Ferris wheel ride.

About saving your letters or waiting for you to ask me out?

How could he have been so thick? And how is it that he keeps royally mucking things up? He’d had the perfect opportunity to kiss Lily right there on the ride, but then it had to move again, and he’d gotten sidetracked at the feeling of flying on a muggle contraption.

Hadn’t he come along with the boys to crash the girls trip so he could spend more time with Lily? He’d devised the perfect opportunity to sweep her off her feet, and he swore to himself he would only ask her out if she made it blatantly obvious that she wanted him to. As much as it killed him, he’d rather not lose her friendship over pressing her one too many times.

But now, she had made it clear that she was waiting for him to make a move, and what does he do instead? Lets her walk away after the sunrise, hits her with a ball by the lake, and then avoids her throughout the entire carnival until their friends force them to share a compartment on that bloody ride.

He’d had the perfect opportunity to kiss her right there, to ask her to be his girlfriend, and what does he do instead? Freezes. James Potter, master of smooth pick-up lines, carefree, easy-going Gryffindor heartthrob (says the Hogwarts gossip circle, not that he pays attention to any of that—why would he when he’s got his heart set on one girl?) freezes.

Well, he didn’t totally freeze. After they’d apparated back to the cabin, he and Lily were the last two in the sitting area before they went to bed. He walked her to the door of the girl’s room and kissed her on the cheek before bidding her goodnight.

It had taken all of his willpower to not pull her into his arms and snog her senseless after her confession earlier that evening. Yet, after seeing her disappointed face before she shut the door to the bedroom, he wished he had. She’d thrown his entire game off, and he needed to fix it before he lost his chance with Lily for good.

Resigning himself to the fact that he was awake to see another sunrise, James dragged himself out of bed and picked up his glasses on the nightstand before stepping around the mattress on the floor where Peter currently snored away. He grabbed the nearest shirt he could find and threw it on before slipping out of the bedroom.

It was lighter out than he was expecting, meaning he’d probably missed the sunrise. The boys preferred to sleep in pitch black, but the spell they cast on the window the night before was fading, allowing the daybreak to sift through and consequently throwing off his sense of time. He started the coffee pot and leaned against the counter while he waited for the pot to brew.

Caffeine would be necessary to stay awake today, or maybe he could sneak a nap in at some point. Hell, maybe he’d be able to convince Lily to join him for said nap. He could think of plenty of things they could get up to whilst they were in bed together. James let his mind wander to thoughts of getting to know her in a more intimate setting. The kind that he’d often wank to when he needed a release.

The rich smell of dark roast wafted through the living area. James forced his thoughts away from images of Lily writhing beneath him as he reached for a mug. He only barely heard the click of a door as he pulled the pot off to pour himself a cup.

“Another early morning?”

James looked up to see Lily standing there, her hair messy from sleep. She ran her fingers through it in an attempt to comb it out. The green of her eyes were barely visible under still somewhat droopy eyelids. Something stirred within him, and despite the fact that he was only seventeen, it was a view he knew he could get used to.

“That would imply I slept. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, but I couldn’t resist the smell of coffee. Why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Peter’s snoring reached new levels last night.”

The lie slipped off his lips with ease, although it wasn’t altogether convincing. A simple Muffliato charm would have allowed him the peace and quiet he needed to fall asleep. Her skeptical look wasn’t lost on him as he absent-mindedly began fixing the cup he’d poured with the amount of milk and sugar Lily preferred. He wasn’t aware he was doing it until he handed it to her.

“Thanks,” she said. “Since when do you know how I take my coffee?”

“Come on, Evans, you don’t think I’ve noticed? Some things stick after eating breakfast with someone over the last year.” James smirked.

He grabbed another mug from the cabinet and poured his own cup without adding anything to it. James blew over the dark brown liquid to help cool it off as he watched Lily take a minuscule sip of her own.

“That’s fair. I still don’t know how you can drink yours black.”

“Some say I’m sweet enough on my own.” The quip was automatic as Lily laughed at his humor.

Merlin, her laugh is infectious. James swore the reason he said half of the stuff he did was so he could hear her laugh.

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

The question came from nowhere, but the early morning was so peaceful that he wanted to experience it with her, preferably hand in hand.

“Sure.”

They left their coffee mugs abandoned on the Formica as they headed to the door and slid on their shoes. Lily grabbed a jacket off the coat rack and zipped it up halfway. James closed the door quietly behind him then led her over to the trail he and the boys explored yesterday. The path wasn’t terribly long, but it ended up in a quiet and secluded area where the lake met pebbled terrain.

“So, was the dolphin a good sleeping partner?” James’s voice cut through the light layer of morning fog.

Lily chuckled. “I don’t know, I let Marly sleep with him instead.”

“Ah, Sirius will be heartbroken if he learns of your betrayal.” His words were meant to be a joke, yet they didn’t come across as lighthearted as he’d hoped.

“Well, good thing you won’t tell him. Right?” Lily’s questioning eyes made James’s heart skip a beat.

“I suppose I can keep your secret, Evans, but it’ll cost you.”

“Oh? And what might that price be, Potter?”

The green of the trees and shrubbery only enhanced the sparkle that glinted in her eyes. James wondered if she was testing him. Shouldn’t she know by now that he never backed down from a challenge?

“Ditch your friends and spend the day with me instead.”

“Like a date?”

“Yes, Evans, like a date.”

“Well, good thing we’re getting an early start. Now we can make the most of the day.”

James grinned at Lily’s acceptance as they continued down the trail.

They were nearly at the clearing by the water when Lily stopped, causing James to turn around. “Is this the path you and the boys were on yesterday afternoon?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, when Mary asked if you found anything interesting, you said no.”

“Because there isn’t…”

“That’s not true! Look at the blackberry bushes over there!”

James’s head turned to the direction Lily was pointing at, and sure enough, there were several bushes, low to the ground and full of clumps of blackberries. Lily bent down to pick a few off the branches.

“How do you know they’re blackberries and not nightshade or something?”

“Honestly, Potter, did you not pay attention when Sprout taught that unit on edible plants and where to find them in the wilderness?”

“No? Guess I was a bit distracted.”

“Nightshade grows off the stem in one circle. They look more like blueberries, except they’re shinier and darker. Blackberries have all the little bumps on them like this. Almost like a raspberry, but a different color.”

Lily picked a handful of berries during her explanation and stood when she was finished. James saw her holding them delicately in an effort to stop them staining her hands. Using her forefinger and thumb, she picked one up and held it to James’s mouth.

“Try it.”

James opened his mouth and let her place the berry on his tongue. He locked eyes with her as his lips closed around her fingers. An explosion of flavor bursts on his tongue as he bit down on the fruit. The tartness caused him to squint and pucker his lips slightly. Lily smiled at his reaction as she popped a couple berries in her mouth.

She was right—they tasted way better when picked fresh. He held out his hand for more, and she gave him a couple to munch on as they continued walking through the woods. James’s brain was fixated on the way she fed him as his feet moved him forward. Their hands grazed against each other, and James held on after the third bump. He felt her fingers intertwine with his as their steps aligned on the dirt path. As they inched their way toward the rocky clearing of the lake, a plan formed in his mind, and he knew exactly what he needed to do to match Lily’s brazenness of the night before and kick off their day-long date properly.

“Oh, wow,” she whispered as the trail gave way to the stunning view of the calm water ahead of them. The fog had settled across the still water, preventing them from seeing the other side of the lake.

“Lily—”

“Okay, the berries were one thing, but hiding this view from us? How—” Lily froze mid-sentence as comprehension dawned on her. “Did you just call me Lily?”

“Yeah, I did, but please go on about how we didn’t tell you about this.”

“No, I think I’d rather hear what you have to say instead.”

“You sure? I know how much you love being able to prove us wrong.”

James paused, waiting for Lily’s reaction. He loved riling her up like this. The way he alluded to something but then held it just out of her grasp to ensure that she truly wanted to know what he had to say. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he waited.

“What do you mean, am I sure? Would I have asked you to tell me if I wasn’t?”

He thought about keeping up with the banter, but he was tired of waiting.

“That’s fair. Look, I know I kissed you before—y’know, last night—but I didn’t do it right, and I’d like to make up for that right now if you’ll let me.”

There was a sharp intake of air, and if James could pat himself on the back for catching Lily off-guard, he would. But she regained her composure before shooting a challenging look in his direction.

“Since when does James Potter ask permission before kissing a girl? I thought he—how did Sirius put it? Sets his eyes on what he wants and goes for it?”

James chuckled and cringed at the same time, remembering how Sirius explained James’s intentions during fifth year.

“Well, as true as that may be, I still try to be a gentleman about it. I’d never make an unwanted advance if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Interesting, considering I thought I made it clear what I wanted last night.”

Were his eyes playing tricks on him, or did Lily just take a tiny step forward?

“Is that so?”

“It is. And it sounds like you’re stalling.”

“Please, Evans, you’d know when I’d be stalling.”

“What are you waiting for, then?”

The words barely escaped her mouth, James didn’t waste any more time as his hands lifted to cup Lily’s face. He leaned in and captured her lips with his, the tangy taste of the berries still lingering on her mouth. Everything about Lily’s lips were soft and inviting as her hands found a home on his lower back. He felt her mouth open slightly as her teeth grazed his bottom lip, eliciting a small moan from his mouth.

James deepened the kiss as his tongue swiped across her lips. Her hands pushed him closer as her mouth widened, inviting him to explore. A quack in the distance was the only thing that reminded them where they were, as James slowly broke away. She was more beautiful than he remembered, with her lips swollen from his kiss and the dazed look of bliss on her face.

“Well, I’m used to ending the date with a kiss, not starting it,” her words were breathless.

James chuckled at Lily’s words. “Am I to take that as a good or bad thing?”

“Good. Very good.”

“And just imagine, we’ve got the whole day ahead of us now.”

“This is true. Should we head back and get ready for the rest of the day?”

“Sounds brilliant.”

James had no idea what they were going to do for the day, but he planned on making the most of their time spent together. Nothing could go wrong.

#summerofjily #jily #jily fic #james potter #lily evans #james x lily

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bts-teaspoonff · 4 years ago

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Distance pt. 2

Genre: Romance, Oblivious Mutual Pining, Operation:Jealousy, College!AU, eventual smut

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Rating: PG-13 (last chapter - M rating)

Synopsis: You adore Jimin but you’ve kept it a secret from him despite being so close to him. Jimin turns out that he feels the same. Would you be able to erase the distance between you and Jimin when mountains of obstacles come both your way?

Word count: 6.9k

PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3

(A/N) Wait for the next and last chapter for the *ehem* smut. I’ll work hard on the last part of this series to give a good smut for OC and Jimin. Enjoy!

What just happened?

You lay on your bed staring blankly at the ceiling trying to comprehend what a whirlwind of a night this was. The night actually started on a good note as you remember having a great time with Jimin. The night felt stretched out the whole time you were together and then suddenly, everything went by in a blur. Last thing you remember was Hoseok dropping you back home and then dropping a bomb by confessing to you.

“Shoot. I didn’t plan to confess this way to you.” Hoseok’s arms stretched out and hands on your shoulders. His heart is about to explode in his chest realizing the bad timing of his confession but then, he looked straight at you to convey his seriousness. “But I mean it.”

As you scan the various Polaroid photos on the wall above your study while still lying on the bed, you noticed that majority of them would be with the boys. They would always ask you to bring the Polaroid wherever event you and the boys would go to. Sometimes, they would ask Jungkook to just steal it in your room without even asking you. The photos you have stuck on the wall are the ones you bargained to keep.

There are various photos of Jungkook pranking his older band members, Taehyung and Jimin’s abundant selfies and group selfies where you would be squished in the middle of the boys crowded your white wall. Your relationship with these boys were so unexpected but now you consider it as your most treasured relationship. Maybe that’s why you’re also scared to confess to Jimin. You don’t want to ruin the perfect harmony within the group. If you risk confessing and he doesn’t feel the same way about you, both of you would be awkward around each other then everyone will eventually feel it. Your fingers tremor at the thought of you losing these boys.

When Hoseok confessed, you couldn’t really speak a word. You were absolutely flustered, surprised and baffled. Hoseok felt it too as he tries to read your expression. He expressed that he wasn’t asking for your response right away but he told you to think about his confession. Hoseok was always an older brother figure to you and you haven’t seen him as someone more than a friend. However, when you think back on his confession and the way he wrapped his arms around you that time, your chest felt like a furnace burning at the thought.

You really didn’t get to drink a lot at the party since the night was cut short due to the mishap with that damn pervert. You wiggled out of bed on top of the sheets, walked out of your room and towards the kitchen. You pry opened a small cabinet in the hope of having a bottle of wine to chug. Luckily, it still had one bottle of your favorite Muscat wine. It’s lonely to drink alone but you felt like you needed a glass of this wonderful temptress.

You poured one into a wine glass as you sat on your favorite tall stool in front of the kitchen counter. You pulled a plate of cheese and crackers that you took out from the fridge towards you and played your favorite RnB music on your phone that is connected to your Bluetooth speaker at the edge of the counter. The ambience in the kitchen changed and you felt yourself swaying to the sweet music that is slowly filling the house. You turned up the music without any regards to your neighbors that might be sleeping. A tug in your chest startled you as you remember that if not because of the pervert, you should be dancing beside Jimin right now or enjoying the night with him.

An hour passed and you finished the whole bottle of Muscat wine as you try to pour the remaining drops in your glass. You jumped off the stool and your legs went jelly. You were starting to get a bit intoxicated but you were determined to find another bottle inside the cabinets. Your dad might have hidden a bottle or two at the back of the cabinets for their consumption. He knows that you love Muscat wine and they do too. You would always steal one from their stash and you discovered that there are bottles hidden across the kitchen to at least protect it from your sticky hands.

You took the stool and stood on it to look for any valuable bottles on the topmost cabinets. After a few minutes and a few empty cabinets, the doorbell rang and it startled you that the chair shook and almost toppled you over. You climbed down the stool and walked away from the kitchen. A peek through the peephole on the door and you saw Jungkook between Taehyung and Jimin with his head down and arms around the two. You quickly opened the door as you worry for your brother and ushered them inside. The three of them walked in and you close the door behind them. A swift whiff of the air around them welcomed you with a strong scent of alcohol. Jungkook’s face was scarlet red, a telltale sign that he’s had too much. Taehyung’s shirt had essences of someone’s vomit, presumably my brother’s. Jimin’s cheeks and ears were red as well but I know that Jimin can handle his alcohol very well and the fact that he can support Jungkook without sway means that he’s tipsy but okay.

“Help him upstairs. Taehyung, take a shower and just borrow a shirt from his closet.” Taehyung must have not drank a lot since I can’t really smell anything on him. He fixed Jungkook’s arm around his neck as he looks down on his shirt with disgust. Jimin giggled at his best friend having a hard time contemplating if he will help Jungkook to his bed or perform a suplex right now on my brother for vomiting on his sleek shirt. You watch Taehyung and Jimin struggle with helping a very stubborn and noisy Jungkook up the stairs and disappear as they enter the bedroom.

Back to looking for another bottle, you climbed up the stool and held unto the handles of the next topmost cabinet you are eager to search through. After rows of fine china and extra plates, a small glimmer at the back of the cabinet finally tickled your interest. A hope of another hidden treasured bottle now in view excites you. Your hand reaches out to the back of the cabinet but even if you wiggle out your fingers, it’s still out of reach. Carefully, you place your other foot onto the counter and stepped off the stool. You try to reach for it once again and your fingers met the neck of the bottle. You slowly withdraw your hand out the cabinet when someone suddenly called out for your name. You were so startled by the sudden noise that your other foot slipped off the counter. You weren’t able to reach out to a surface in time to save yourself from falling so instead, you tightly hugged the bottle that was in your hands.

Closed eyes as you fall off the counter and you were met by a loud grunt from someone as two arms cradled you from falling. Your hands are still tightly wrapped around the bottle and your brows are strongly furrowed. “You would prefer to save the wine rather than yourself?” You heard a familiar giggle and his scent slowly enveloped your nose. You opened your eyes and looked up to see Jimin’s face so dangerously close to yours. You got a close look at Jimin’s pink luscious lips and slightly blushed-out cheeks and ears. Even though he smells slightly of alcohol, he still smells like a fresh spring meadow basked in warm sunlight. For years, this familiar scent has always comforted you. You would always sneak in a sniff whenever he’s around and you would be instantly comforted.

Jimin felt warm at the sight that your face was so close to him. He was delighted that you are now around his arms, the first instance that he held you this close. He had longed to hold you like this for so long. He gazes at your lips and he examines your face. He could see that your doe eyes were also scanning him tenderly, a sight so precious that it made his heart pound so hard. He also finds you hugging the bottle in your arms with all your strength so adorable that he restrains himself from pinching your red cheeks. He was now confused seeing your red cheeks and slightly droopy eyelids that his eyes went straight to the counter. He could see an empty bottle beside your glass and a half-eaten tray of cheese and crackers. “Are you drinking on your own? Are you drunk right now?” He faced you and you adorably nod. You slowly buried your face in Jimin’s chest, a gesture that you unconsciously did because you wanted more of your favorite scent. Jimin was now aroused at the way you wiggle and bury your head in his chest slightly near the crook of his neck. Your scent was now intoxicating to him. He could only gulp as he try to hold back at this moment from taking advantage of the situation and kiss you. He has been holding out from escalating anything between the both of you and now, you’re just dangerously testing his limits.

He quickly walks to your stool with you still cradled in his arms. He slowly dropped you to sit on the stool and took the bottle that was locked in your arms to place it on the table. “If you were already drunk, you shouldn’t be climbing on top of any counter. That’s dangerous.” He sat on another stool beside you and faced you as he lean his elbow on the counter.

“I’m not yet drunk. Just tipsy. I only had one bottle. Besides, I got lonely that I didn’t get to drink with you guys.” You bit your lower lips and pouted. At this point, Jimin thought you are now intentionally testing his self-control. How your red dress hugs your curves and the skirt slightly riding up your thighs, a sight to behold but it made him remember how that pervert from the party attempted to place his filthy hands on your thighs. He clenches his hands as he regret to be the one who saved you instead of Hoseok. He wanted you for himself. The sight of you driving away in Hoseok’s car made his heart drop. He wanted to be the one in Hoseok’s place. “Care to join me on the porch?” You stood up from the stool with two glasses and the bottle of wine in each hand and walked away from the kitchen. Jimin broke away from his thoughts and stood up from the chair to follow you.

You try to open the door with your arms as your hands are full from the glasswares but Jimin quickly catches up in front of you and turns the doorknob. A strong cold breeze hugged you as you walk outside to the porch. The moonlight was brightly shining in the sky that it made the night more intimate. You head to the small couch on the corner of the porch with Jimin following behind you. You hand him a glass and you poured wine in yours as you sit down. He took the bottle from your hands once you were done. His hands slightly grazed yours, a warm touch in contrast to the chilly evening breeze.

“I thought you were supposed to sleep at Hoseok’s?”

“Change of plans.” Jimin can’t admit that he convinced Taehyung to drive all of them home so that he could see you again and his curiosity is killing him all night whether Hoseok has confessed to you or not since Taehyung told him that he would do it tonight. He didn’t want to ask you directly but he’s hoping that you might mention it to him if Hoseok did confess to you. “At least you have a drinking companion right now.”

“Yeah. I guess I do need one.” You took a sip of your wine and Jimin was hopeful you would blurt out what happened between you and Hoseok when you two were alone together. He recall Hoseok’s face when he came back to the party. His face was red as he rush towards Taehyung. They just exchanged glances and seem to have understood each other without saying anything out loud. Jimin figured that Hoseok must’ve confessed to you when he dropped you off at home based on the change with his demeanor.

“A few more months and we’re finally graduating. In no time, we’ll also be working like Namjoon and Hoseok.” You stare out towards the dark sparkling sky. The stars are visible tonight, abundantly occupying the vast sky above. The moon was also enchantingly glowing behind a ball of cloud. Being in this moment with Jimin was a first for both of you. There were a few moments where you were alone with Jimin especially when you were still partners for the report but not once was there a moment as solemn as this. Despite not exchanging any words, being in each other’s presence and savoring this rare moment was enough for you. You steal a few glances towards his direction and he looks so fine-looking as his Adam’s apple ride up and down as he sips from his glass. He combs his fingers through his hair as he looks at the night sky.

“I don’t want to lose any of you.” Jimin blurted out with a melancholic tone. You swiftly turn your head to him at his words as you nervously gulped down a sip of your wine. “I guess eventually we’ll all head in different directions. I love spending time with all of you and I cherish all those moments. I just can’t imagine that we’ll barely spend time together once we get our own jobs.” He put down his glass on his thighs and looks at you.

“That’s reality. I share the same sentiment as you but I have to accept that everyone’s going to be busy and will have their own life outside of our circle.” You finished your glass and poured another. “We just have to talk to everyone whenever we would like to meet up and hangout.” You beamed a huge smile at Jimin and he finds it adorable.

“Will you be staying here in town after graduation? I mean find a job here?”

“I guess. I have no reason to leave town.”

You spend the next hour with Jimin outside the porch as you both finish the bottle. Jimin’s alcohol tolerance was higher than you so after almost two bottle of wine, you were a lot drunk now compared to earlier. Jimin also noticed that your eyes started to get significantly hooded so he offered to walk you up to your room. He held and supported you as both of you walked inside the house. Taehyung walked out of Jungkook’s room now fresh out of the shower and is wearing Jungkook’s clothes.

“She’s also drunk? Geez, these siblings really are a handful when drunk.” Jimin tried to shush Taehyung as he supports you up the stairs.

“I am not drunk. Just tipsy.” You refute in a slurred tone as you barely keep your body straight when you lift one feet up to the next step.

“Okay okay.” Taehyung surrendered as he leans both of his elbow on the railing. His hair was still wet and dripping. He tries to shake his head and some of the water splashed on you and Jimin. Jimin exclaimed and Taehyung apologized but was amused at your slow reaction. “Both you and Jungkook are so adorable and defenseless when drunk though. Be careful not to be taken advantage by anyone.” He stared at Jimin and teasingly winked. Jimin also teasingly scoffed at Taehyung and urged him to go back to Jungkook’s bedroom.

Jimin opens the door and you ran to your bed, slamming yourself on the sheets face up. Jimin noticed that your skirt rode up your thighs and from where he was standing at the door, he almost saw what was underneath your skirt. Aroused at what he saw but he quickly turned his head away in a second. As he steps inside your room, you stretch out both of your arms in front of you and towards the ceiling.

“Can you please pass me Mini?” with your eyes still closed, your hands still up in the air started opening and closing as if trying to gesture to Jimin to quickly give you something.

“Who?”

“Mini. The stuffed calico cat.” You pointed towards your beanbag with eyes closed. Jimin chuckles at your state right now. Although he’s been with you to some parties, the effect of wine and other booze differs with you. When you’re wine-drunk, you turn into this adorable clingy little girl but when you’re liquor-drunk, it’s like a 180 degree change from your slightly quiet demeanor to being a loud and energetic partygoer. He recalls that you like to rap with Hoseok and Namjoon when you’re liquor-drunk. He likes when you’re wine-drunk but he usually dislikes it when you become clingy to other guys in the band. He told you once to avoid drinking wine when you’re with other people (aside from the guys in the band) without telling his reason for doing so.

Jimin pulled Mini from the beanbag and hands it out to you. Instead of Mini, you caught Jimin’s wrist and to Jimin’s surprise, you strongly pulled him towards you that he loses his balance. Jimin fell towards the bed but he supported himself just in time to stop his body from slamming unto you. Fortunately, Mini the stuffed calico cat got in between the two of you or else, Jimin’s lips would have landed on your cheek. You were still heavily intoxicated from the wine so you don’t realize that it was Jimin that you pulled. All you thought was that Jimin was so slow from giving Mini to you that when something came in contact with your hand, you yanked it with all your might. You grinned as you feel Mini’s softness now on your chest. You turned to the side and tried to hug Mini but instead, you hugged Jimin closer to you. Your leg also wrapped itself on Jimin’s legs.

Jimin was now flustered at how fast everything went by. Your arms and legs are now wrapped around him. He could almost feel his limit snap from how you were acting around him. The heat from your legs was now warming up his lower body. Something was growing under his pants and he couldn’t hide it anymore. His erected member was now standing attention under the tent of his pants. He pushes his hips away from you to avoid you. He took a slow deep breath to regain his composure. Once he did relax, he gazed at how defenseless you are resting in front of him. You were breathing slowly while cuddling Mini on your chest and your limbs are peacefully around on his body.

“You are not allowed to be this wine-drunk with anyone else but me. Not even Hoseok-hyung.” He tucks a stubborn hair strand behind your ear and gazes at you.

“Okay.” You softly replied and Jimin was surprised to hear you respond. You only blurted a response but you weren’t aware of your surroundings. You were half-asleep at this point and has started to dream that you are out on a date with Jimin.

“Are you still awake?” Jimin asks but you didn’t reply. “Doesn’t matter if you can hear me or not. I won’t hand you over to anyone.” Jimin slowly frees himself from your embrace. He kneels down at the edge of your bed, looking at your face. You continue to hug Mini tighter in your arms. “You really do look beautiful tonight, y/n.” he caresses your cheek for a few seconds before standing up. He took a blanket to place on top of you and walked to the door. He glanced back once more at you comfortably resting on the bed before closing the door.

…..

You woke up from a gentle knock on the door. The bright light peeking through your curtains blinded you so you hid your head under the blanket. Another knock from the door was heard and someone called for you against the crevice of the door.

“We made breakfast downstairs. Um, you can come down if you’re awake.” Jimin’s gentle voice echoed against the door, tickling your ears. What a nice way to wake up. If only you could always wake up to his voice every morning. You try to get up from bed but a sudden wave of headache caused you to grunt from the pain.

You try to remember what happened last night but you can’t remember how you arrived on your comfy bed that is still tempting you right now to stay in it. A vague memory of Taehyung in Jungkook’s clothes standing against the railings and Jimin walking beside you. Aside from that, everything is a blank. Here’s to hoping that you didn’t made a fool of yourself or left your dignity lying on the floor somewhere.

You saw your disheveled reflection from the floor-length mirror across your room. A few wavy and short hair strands occupied your forehead and the rest of your hair that was bundled in a tie was now a hot mess. You brushed your fingers through your locks to tame the morning mess and ran it across your dress to flatten the crumples. You were still drowsy and annoyed by the headache but you hurriedly rummaged through the t-shirt pile that was on your chair. Going downstairs looking like how you are now is a big no-no. There were a lot of instances that they saw your morning face when the band had frequent sleepovers after late night practices. You and everyone were basically comfortable with each other already that you treat them like family but as the only girl in the group and with the presence of Jimin, you made sure that you still look good even in the morning.

You pulled a big white shirt over your head and properly pulled it until you looked like you’re wearing a dress. Quietly stepping out of the room, you noticed the smell of bacon and pancakes engulfing every corner of the house. You skipped down the steps and saw the three of them sitting around the dining table. All of them turned their head towards your direction. Taehyung was gladly taking a huge bite off a pancake that he rolled filled with strawberry jam and cream while Jungkook was slicing up the eggs that was on his plate. Jimin was putting down a plate on the vacant space beside him and he gestured you to seat on the unoccupied chair.

“Who did the cooking?” You asked as you scan the faces of the three boys. Taehyung raised his hand as he chew and his cheeks are now bulging, filled with pancakes.

“He cooked the pancakes. He was supposed to use your waffle maker but he kept burning it all so I urged him to just make pancakes. I did the eggs.” Jimin stood up to take an egg from another plate and placed it yours. “Over-hard eggs just the way you like it.” You were in awe that he remembered how you like to eat your eggs in the morning. Usually it was Hoseok and Taehyung who did the cooking whenever everyone would eat together. Hoseok would be the one to separate all the over-hard eggs from the over-easy eggs on the plate.

“Thank you Jimin.” You sat down, staring at him. He caught you looking and he sends a huge charming smile at you. “You good?” You turn to your brother that was silently eating his breakfast. You pat his head as he pouts.

“Good. Just a bad case of hangover… and my back hurts.” He glared at Taehyung. Taehyung laughs as he teasingly smacked your brother’s shoulder.

“I did umm… I accidentally pushed him off the bed while we were sleeping. Yup! That’s what happened.” Taehyung nervously laughed. He tried to kick Jungkook’s feet under the table and raised his other eyebrow to send a message to Jungkook.

“How about you? No headache?” Jimin asks.

“Slight but it’s tolerable.” You cut up your pancakes and generously drizzled syrup on it.

As you were about to ask Jimin about what happened last night, the doorbell surprised all of you. Someone started knocking and Hoseok’s voice came from the door. Taehyung quickly gets up to get the door and then Hoseok cheerfully skipped from the door to the kitchen while carrying a plastic bag on one hand. He stood beside Jungkook and teased him from being so drunk last night. Your cheeks started to get hot as you remember his confession last night.

Jimin noticed that you turned your head away and avoided Hoseok’s eyes. He looked back at Hoseok and there was something different about the two of you. Hoseok haven’t greeted you yet as he try to make conversations with the three boys. Jimin wondered what was going on between you and Hoseok and then he realized that Hoseok must have really confessed to you last night considering how shy you are right now that Hoseok is in the house. He felt slightly irritated and that a knot in his chest was now all Jimin could feel.

Hoseok pulled out a reusable bowl from the plastic bag and put it in the middle of the table. He takes off the lid and told us that he made some hangover soup. Jungkook and Taehyung got excited at the sight of the still-hot scrumptious soup in front of them. Jungkook stood up from his seat and excitedly ran back to the kitchen to get bowls for all of you. Taehyung was sniffing the steam off the soup as he drools.

“You’ll drool on the soup, Tae.” Jimin laughs as he pushed Taehyung away from the small bowl.

Hoseok then walked around the table towards you. You nervously chewed your pancakes as your eyes follow him from your peripheral view. By now, Hoseok must’ve noticed how silent you are since he arrived. You don’t want him to think that you’re avoiding him but you really don’t know what to do or say to him. He pulled out something from the bag and reached out to you as he stood beside you.

“Here.” You try to read the label and it says vitamin drink. You felt bad that you actually thought to try avoid talking to him today when he went out of his way to give you a hangover drink. You lift up your head to look directly at him as you take the drink off his hands.

“Thank you Hoseok. I appreciate it.” You smiled and he did too. He looks relieved that you accepted the drink and smiled caringly at him after he saw you avoid his gaze when he entered the house. He then gave out the same drinks to the other boys. Jungkook and Taehyung were now greedily scooping out the soup to their bowls. You chuckle at how silly those two look. “You shouldn’t have bothered to cook.”

“No worries. I felt bad that Jungkook came home that drunk and besides, my cooking skills got a lot better after I started working. I just want to brag.” His usual sunshine-like energy was back as he walk back around the table. He pulled out the chair beside Taehyung and sat down.

Jimin was silently eating his breakfast as he observes the two of you. Just a moment ago, you were sitting down getting all timid but now he feels as if you’re openly flirting with Hoseok in front of him. Ever since Taehyung told him that Hoseok would be confessing to you, he felt uneasy that he might have lost his chance to confess to you. He respects Hoseok very much that he feels torn if he can still flirt with you or make advances at you. He was now burning with jealousy, a feeling that was now eating him up as he goes through his breakfast.

…..

A week has passed since that eventful night. Buried in your lectures and exams, you didn’t get to see anyone from the group that much. Jungkook barely came out of his room as he prepare for his exams. Sometimes, Taehyung would visit him to help him study until late at night but you were also busy locked up in your room so you didn’t get to see either of them. Jimin was also often out of sight. He would stay in the library until it closes then he’ll hangout with Taehyung to write the song for Gala Night. Hoseok hasn’t contacted you either. Your girl friends are also busy studying on their own.

Understandable that all of the seniors in the campus are busier than ever. We have approximately one month before graduation until we go out in the real world. Job applications are looming in the distance. You have some companies in mind to which you intend to apply and it’s nerve-wracking to think that in a few weeks’ time, everyone would start applying and compete for job offerings like vicious dogs.

Your study table is filled with stacks of books to read. Looking at it makes you want to gouge your eyes out but you’re determined to make it out there in the real world without worries. A paper lying on the corner of your table also caught your attention. A blank paper intended for your ideas on the band’s song for Gala Night. Love, that’s supposed to be the theme surrounding the song. A theme you’re not really well-versed in composing. Writing love songs hasn’t really been your forte and have tried a thousand times but you never really made one that resonated with anyone, much less you. You have picked up a pen this week to try and start even a few words but it comes off bland. Thinking back on it, you imagine Taehyung and Jimin trying to beg you to help them with the song but you don’t want to disappoint them if you’ll admit that you can’t compose even one decent love song. The both of them told you that they’re really trying to make the song but you haven’t heard an update from them.

That night before the weekend, you got frightened with a loud ringtone from your phone across the room. You turn around in your chair and saw your phone screen light up as it continues to ring on your bed sheet. You take a few seconds to get to your phone and when you grabbed it off your bed, Hoseok’s name was on the screen. This was the first time he called you since after his confession. Taking a deep breathe before picking up the call, you heard his jolly voice on the line the instant you answered the call. Even without seeing him, you could imagine the usual smile Hoseok has. You suddenly felt lifted up from the change of energy.

“What’s up?” you went back to your table with your phone against your ear.

“You busy?” he asks.

“Just about to take a break from studying. Exams are coming up.” You take your phone off your ear and lean it against your phone stand just in front of you as you put the call on speaker mode.

“Oh final exams? I get shivers remembering our last month in college.” He chuckles. I smile at the way we talk through the phone, as if the awkwardness between us last week didn’t happen. “Which reminds me the reason why I called.”

Your pen ran across your notepad as you listen to the call. “Did something happen?”

“No. I called because…” A pause between his words caught your attention. “I wanted to ask you out. This weekend. I know you’re busy so you can decline if you need to.” You froze from writing as his words register in your mind. Both of you stayed silent as you panic at the thought of trying to come up with a response.

“Sure. I intend to take a day-off from studying anyways.” The tremble in your voice would have been obvious if Hoseok was observant. You just hope he didn’t notice it.

“Really? Okay, meet me tomorrow at XX café at 10 am. I won’t take up much of your time.” The excitement from him radiated across the call. You admit to yourself that the thought of going out on a date with Hoseok shakes your nerves but hearing him so happy slightly eases your nerves. Maybe it will be nothing different from how you guys spend time together with the other boys. The only difference is that you know he likes you and sees you as a woman and not just a friend anymore.

The call ended quickly and you’re back to staring at your books on the table. Despite being on the phone with Hoseok just moments ago, Jimin suddenly filled your thoughts. You hoped that it was him who called and invited you out on a date. Seeing his eyes squint and the way he throws his body when he’s laughing hard amuses you every time. You love how comfortable he goofs around with you when you’re alone together. You now felt bad from thinking about Jimin out on a date with you when it was Hoseok who asked you out.

As if on cue, Jimin’s name suddenly appeared on the screen of your phone as you were thrown off from your seat with the loud ringtone. You pick the phone swiftly, in contrast to the way you took your time as you answer Hoseok’s call.

“Hey. What’s up?”

“Hey. Am I interrupting you from anything?” His calm voice tickled you as you press the phone against your ears.

“No. I’m just resting. Why did you call?” You try to tone down the excitement from your voice.

“Nothing much. I just wanted to check up on you.” You felt as if you were floating across your room as you hear from him that he was checking up on you. Your cheeks started to get hot and your breath is getting ragged. “Are you free on Sunday?” The dryness in your throat felt prickly as you anticipate his next words.

“I think so, yeah. Why?” The thought of him asking you out might now be a reality but you try not to expect too much.

“A new café opened in town and I think you’re going to like it there. I know you love trying out new coffee shops. Want to try it with me?” He calmly asks. Your smile was so wide that it can almost touch your ears.

“Looking forward to it.” He let out an adorable giggle as you take up on his offer.

“See you on Sunday!” you shriek as you hung up the call.

Once again, you’re back to staring at your books. A soft slap landed on your cheeks and you realize that you’re not dreaming. You are torn on being excited and worried for tomorrow and the next day. The two of them surely doesn’t know that they both asked you out tonight. You worry if you need to inform the two of them but not letting them know surely won’t hurt anyone. Besides, it’s not like you are exclusively allowed to go out with just one. It might just be a friendly date and nothing more.

“Noona!” Jungkook’s sudden loud voice and barrage of knocks against your wall adjacent to his room suddenly interrupted you from your thoughts. You almost scoff at him from doing so but only giggles came out of you.

…..

It’s Saturday. The signage of the café in front of you seems larger compared to when you recall it. This was a familiar spot as you spent a lot of days in here just to compose songs with Namjoon, study alone or just hang out with the boys. The cheesecake that they offer here is to die for and the baristas know how much you love it that they know your order without a need for you to talk. The chatter inside the cafe greeted you as the door opens. Hoseok was sitting in the far corner, the spot that you always go to. A spot that was slightly hidden from the main space of the café.

You tread through the café and he spots you instantly. Somehow, it didn’t feel weird that you’re out with Hoseok. He has been a source of joy in the group and he never ceases to lift up the mood. You were worried that with the change of pace between the two of you, you won’t be the same around him. However, you feel relaxed around him.

He accompanies you to a movie theater showing a film that you’ve been waiting to watch. He wanted you to take a breather and hope that this can at least lighten up your mood. You realize that he must have been observant with you for a long time. Hoseok has always been the “mother” who takes care of everyone in the group and maybe more with you since you’re the only girl among the boys. You just saw him as very caring person and never thought his actions meant beyond platonic.

Hoseok made sure to be considerate with your feelings. He doesn’t want to rush anything with you. Before he realized his feelings with you, he also saw you as a little sister like how you saw him as an older brother. When he started to acknowledge his attraction with you, he made sure to be subtle. Now that he confessed to you, he was aware that you started to get nervous around him. You were still warming up at the thought that both of you are out on a date and not just a friendly hangout. He wanted to hold your hands during the movie every time your hands would be on the armrest or when you would get some popcorn in the snack bucket between the two of you. He wanted to be careful with you and not overwhelm you.

The movie ended and you were relieved that it’s done. You were comfortable during the first part of the film but midway when you noticed Hoseok’s hands inching near yours, you could almost wet a tissue from how sweaty your palms are with how anxious you are at that moment. You were internally panicking if you should let him or not. Thankfully he just grazed yours and stopped when he noticed that you slightly pulled your hand away as you were startled.

The light were on and everyone started walking out of the cinema. Your eyes were starting to adjust to the bright lights as you exit the doors. Hoseok was just behind you as you try to look around for the restroom when he called out Jimin’s name. You turn your head as you search the vicinity for Jimin. There he was lining up for the popcorn stand.

Jimin still hasn’t noticed you but he heard Hoseok as he turns his head towards him. Hoseok cheerfully skipped to him but he stopped a few feet away from him. You wondered why Hoseok stopped from his tracks as you noticed a small body frame beside Jimin. It still didn’t register to you who it was as you can only see someone’s backside.

A skirt and long black hair. It registered to you that a girl was beside Jimin. She was not just standing but she was wrapping her arms around Jimin’s. You froze as your heart sank thinking that Jimin’s out with a girl. A movie theater and Jimin’s lining up for the popcorn. He’s surely out on a date with the girl beside him. Your heart sank further at the thought. You wanted to run away.

Jimin’s eyes met with yours. His eyes travelled to you and back to Hoseok. He realized that you were out on a date with Hoseok. The same familiar feeling that bothered him during the breakfast after the party welled up inside him. A small part of his heart broke imagining you and Hoseok. As he tries to shove off the girl’s arm around him, he was surprised to see you walking away which was also noticed by Hoseok. He wanted to catch up to you to explain everything but he stopped as he recall that the last thing he saw was your eyes. A sadness that he can’t paint was evident in your eyes just before you turned around and walked away. He knows that chasing you now won’t do anything.

You wanted to get away from the cinema as fast as you can. Just imagining Jimin with another girl broke your heart. You didn’t have a right to get jealous but that was all you could think of right now and it’s eating you up. If only you could hide in a corner.

Next: pt. 3

#bts fanfic #bts park jimin x reader #bts jimin x reader #bts fanfiction #bts romance #bts mutual pining #bts operation jealousy #bts smut

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ally-127 · 4 years ago

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aaa, your hoshi story has got me feeling some type of way :’’) i’m a sucker for those kinds of prompts and, if you’re willing to write it, i’d love a story with that premise except the reader tries to get his attention/test out his lifestyle so they dress up and happen to get hit on by some random person and then the confession happens ! with any seventeen member you want if you decide to do it :)

frisson

(noun) a brief moment of emotional excitement

in the night in itaewon universe

pairing: jun x reader ; kihyun x reader (surprise!) word count: 2.5k (yikes) warnings: alcohol consumption ; swearing ; jun being a jerk music: ‘afraid’ by day6 a/n: if you were hoping for a happy ending like hoshi’s, anon, i’m really sorry please forgive me. 😟 on a happier note, i’d like to thank minhyuk and kihyun for their cameos in this.

jun was never around anymore.

ever since soonyoung introduced him to itaewon, you had spent most nights cooped up alone in your shared apartment, either working or wrapped in a blanket burrito and binge-watched korean drama until sunrise.

he would arrive back into the apartment right after you’ve switched off the tv, footing unstable and stumbling about the corridor. your eyelids would be droopy and your footsteps would be heavy from the complete deprivation of sleep as you approached him.

sometimes you wondered if you were as drunk as he was.

“where have you been?” you would then ask him even though you already knew the answer, pausing by your bedroom door.

“itaewon,” jun reeked of alcohol and second-hand smoke. he was dressed in black from head-to-toe, his hair a hot mess, and his chest glistening with sweat in the moonlight. even in this ungodly hour, he still looked good enough to devour.

“what’s so fun about it?” you tucked your hands into the pockets of the hoodie you stole from him. he didn’t seem to notice, though, busy hobbling to his room across of yours.

“everything,” his words were slurred from the vodka thriving in his bloodstream.

he’d leave the next day for practice before you could even get out of bed. you didn’t blame him, it was his job and yet the disappointment never failed to seize your chest every time.

there were plenty of days that jun had spent at home with you, especially when you both had similar off-days. now, he wasn’t around during that too. he was clubbing when he wasn’t working and he was working when he wasn’t clubbing.

and you missed him.

“jun,” you called from the couch, looking up from the laptop propped on the arm of the couch.

it was about nine p.m., you had already begun winding down by sending one last email. your body ached from sitting all day at the office you might as well have melted into the couch.

he had his hand on the doorknob of the front door, eyes wide as if he’s just been caught in the act of doing wrong. “what is it?” his arm was limp by his side as he ditched the door and made his way to your side. “do you need help with something?”

“no,” you sighed. “i was just wondering where you were going.”

“the usual,” jun shrugged.

“you’re never home anymore,” you looked up at him and closed your laptop shut.

he looked different that night. his brown hair was styled away from his eyes, revealing his glamorous forehead. he was dressed in the usual black; sporting a silk shirt and skinny jeans, on his feet were glossy chelsea boots.

your heart palpitated unusually fast. it was not the first time that it had, around him.

“it’s not like we’re dating or something,” jun scoffed and rolled his eyes.

and then your heart fell ten feet down to the ground.

there was something venomous in the way he said it, as if you had just asked him to do something atrocious. your chest caved in, hollow in hurt.

“right,” you cleared your throat and looked away, hands becoming clammy. “we’re not.”

“so can i go now?” he jutted a thumb at the door, silent demand across his features.

“y-yeah,” you shrugged, your heartbeat deafening in your ears.

it ached, but you were used to it.

wen junhui was your roommate-turned-best friend. you started to have feelings for him around last year, but it was obvious it would be a one-sided affair.

he was wild and carefree, spontaneity and fun the only aims he ever had in mind. meanwhile you, in your nine-to-five job, were a person who wished to have their life together, organised into a little book called a planner.

you figured you were too uptight for his liking. aside from binge-watching until daylight, your daily life was far too structured. meetings in the morning, lunch break at two and company dinners at eight didn’t seem to align with his own schedule and his life.

so you let him go.

well, you tried to let him go.

as you sat by the couch, staring wistfully at the shut door where the ghost of junhui still lingered, you wondered just where things went wrong with moving on.

you replayed the things he said to you before he left in your head like a broken record. you hugged your knees to your chest and felt something ignite.

there was a sudden rush of adrenaline that coursed through your veins, a desire to change things up tonight.

next thing you knew, you were digging in the depths of your closet for appropriate clothing to wear in a night club.

jun’s silk shirt from earlier flashed in your mind and you managed to fish out something similar, one with a plunging neckline and long sleeves. among that pile of unworn clothes you found a leather pencil skirt from college, back when frat parties were your thing.

you weren’t all that uptight. you just knew when to loosen up and when not to.

tonight, however, you went darker on the eyeshadow and contoured your cheekbones, tied everything together by lining your lips with a seductive shade of rose. you let your hair down from its usual hairstyle of a messy bun, curling it loosely and tossing it over your shoulder.

for once, it was excitement that lit behind your eyes when you glanced at yourself through the mirror.

saint laurent perfume on your pulse points and knife-sharp stilettos on your feet, you were out the door in less than thirty.

it was time to have some fun.

you held your phone up to your ear as you stood by the sidewalk outside your apartment.

soonyoung picked up on the second ring.

hastily you asked for his location and he gave it to you without a second thought, to your relief. you expected it, anyway. there was no use of being subtle if he was completely wasted.

as you sat in the cab, you quickly contemplate what the hell you were about to get yourself into.

despite the differences in work ethics, the two of you spent so much time together it was natural to have jun’s influence over you.

he made you feel alive.

in all the times you spent with him, he made you laugh like there’s no tomorrow with that witty sense of humour of his. he, ever so lovingly, nudged you out of your comfort zone and nudged you here.

it was time you saw the world through his eyes.

there were stares and you could feel them as you walked in, wen junhui’s name upon your lips as you told the bouncer who you were here with.

it was hot and sweaty in here, almost claustrophobic as the bass, the lights, and the people—dressed similarly to you—filled the room.

you took careful steps into the club, eyeing the bar and then making a beeline toward it. you needed a drink before you could have the energy to scour the club to find him.

you paid attention to the people around you and realised how good they actually look, appearance-wise. even the tall bartender was hot. you discovered his name as he approached you with a charming smile on his gorgeous face and asked you what drink you’d like.

his name was minhyuk.

a gin and tonic was what you ordered. you took a light sip, sparing the handsome bartender a couple of glances before you turned in your seat to run your eyes across the dance floor behind. maybe junhui was somewhere among the crowd.

he’s a dancer, he should be.

“are you waiting for someone?” a voice, foreign, asked. it was almost melodious. a vocalist's voice.

you angled your head to the side. and god, what’s up with all these beautiful people tonight? another fine specimen of man, as good looking as one can be, sat to your left.

“i’m kihyun,” he extended his hand.

oh good. at least he had the decency to introduce himself before anything else.

in this unpredictable setting, looks could definitely deceive, and it was best if you kept your guard all the way up.

you shook his hand, murmuring your own name in response. his palm grazed yours, teasing, for a second before he let go.

“may i buy you a drink?” he asked. “that is if you’re not waiting for someone, of course.”

what a gentleman. you immediately swallowed back all your doubts.

“sure, why not?” you tipped back your first glass of gin and tonic and downed it all in one go.

whoever you were waiting for—jun—wasn’t anywhere to be seen anyway.

as if on cue, minhyuk the bartender appeared in front of you once again. “another one?” instead of you, he seemed to be looking at kihyun.

“it’s on me,” the gentleman beside you gave the bartender a curt nod.

“comin’ right up,” minhyuk chirped, plucking your empty glass from the bar top and twirling away dramatically.

you and kihyun shared a moment of laughter over the bartender’s antics.

if you thought kihyun with a straight face was handsome, his full-blown smile was simply impeccable. his perfectly straight teeth shone under the dim lights and it might’ve been the slight dose of gin talking, but you might have to go home with him tonight.

kihyun kept a respectful distance away from you the entire time you had your drinks, arms folded across each other on the bar top as his feline eyes fixed on you intently. he listened to you go on about your day and how you never expected to end up here.

“well, i’m glad you did,” he said, looking nowhere but at you. “you look beautiful.”

“thank you,” you hummed and sipped your drink to hide your embarrassment.

you took a moment to search the place for a

familiar figure once more and again, he was nowhere to be seen.

“would you like to—“ kihyun cleared his throat. “—you know, dance with me?”

then came the point where you gave up completely.

“i would love—“

“sorry,” it seemed someone else had come into the equation. “she’s taken.”

you tensed up in your seat, startled.

there junhui stood, in the safe gap between you and kihyun, an indistinct look painted across his face. you saw him earlier tonight, so you weren’t too surprised that he looked ravishing under this lighting but you still felt like you swallowed your entire heart:

you were at a loss for words.

“and who are you?” the man beside you glanced up at your roommate.

you completely ignored jun and your pounding heart, facing kihyun instead.

if you were going to argue with him, you made sure it was not in front of a lovely guy you’d just met and ruin the chances you probably had with him.

“kihyun,” you decided to say while your eyes remained on jun. “give me your phone.”

“uh,” he shifted in his seat to gain access to his pocket. he slid his phone out and handed it to you. “sure.”

“call me,” you dialled your number into his phone, slipping it back onto his hand. you glared at jun who had his eyebrows raised at you as if demanding to know what the hell is going on. “this is my roommate, by the way, and we’re just about to head out.”

the poor guy looked severely confused.

regardless, you stood up from your seat and wrapped your fingers around jun’s arm. you made sure a little fingernails pressed into his skin to let him know your current annoyance.

“i’ll see you around,” you waved kihyun a goodbye.

“no you won’t,” jun sniped, lips curling and arched eyebrows still raised.

you gave the other guy an apologetic smile before dragging junhui out of the club, nails now digging into his skin. you stormed past the entrance, to the empty sidewalk right in front of it.

“ouch,” jun mumbled, voice mocking you in the most absurd way possible. he rubbed his arm. “did you have to grip my arm so hard?”

“what the hell is your problem?” you were fuming. but at the same time, you were nervous. nervous to be standing in front of a love that will never be yours, dressed in an utterly different manner than what he was used to.

he noticed it too. “you look different.”

“of course i look different,” you snapped. “it’s none of your business, either way.”

“yes it is,” jun kept a neutral expression.

and you couldn’t believe it.

you laughed, one without a single trace of humour.

“how is anything i do your business?” you went on. “you’re never home and we’ve barely even spoken over the past few months, it’s like we don’t know each other anymore so i don’t understand why—”

“i’m sorry,” junhui cut you off. “i’ve been a ghost lately.”

“you don’t say,” there were tears gathering behind your eyes and you had no idea why.

“i’m sorry,” he reached out to hold your wrist in his hand before you could turn away from him. “i really am.”

“but why did you interfere between me and kihyun?” you asked.

his face dropped.

“because i was jealous,” jun finally said. “i was fucking jealous of him that he was able to catch your eye and make you smile the way you smile at me.i’m jealous he’s one step away from taking you home.”

“we’re not dating, jun.” you pulled his hand away from your wrist as you spat his words back at him. “anything i do with him has nothing to do with you.”

a tear escaped the corner of your eye as you realised this one vital thing.

junhui only paid attention to you when you paid yours on someone else.

you walked away from him, finally realising the real amount of hurt you inflicted upon yourself trying to chase him. all these months of wanting, of yearning, you’ve received nothing in return but a ‘hey’ in the morning and a ‘oh you’re still awake’ at midnight.

it was about time you dropped it.

you found someone new, someone you had the opportunity to feel what you felt with jun. this only happened because you saw the world through his eyes, and you had him to thank for that.

but you have to let him go. not all stories have happy endings.

you headed back into the night club, finding kihyun back where you left him and continued what you two had started.

it turned out, he was even better than you anticipated. he was entirely different from jun, but if his kindness and consideration could capture your heart, you didn’t mind.

the next morning, as you looked at kihyun who was asleep peacefully by your side after a long night, you decided to grab your laptop to write a letter.

a letter to terminate the lease on your end for the apartment you shared with junhui

—early.

#kwritersworldnet #seventeen #jun #wen junhui #junhui angst #jun angst #junhui imagines #jun imagines #jun drabbles #jun x reader #seventeen angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles #seventeen x reader

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pipercheris · 4 years ago

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The Beginning of a New Adventure: My MG Story

As I have mentioned before, I have Myasthenia gravis. I am what is known as Seronegative. I’ll explain all that in a bit; but, first, I just want to note that I am in no way an expert on this disorder. I can not even say I am an expert in my own body’s representation of this disorder. I am constantly learning how to deal and handle the symptoms, as well as the treatments. And, just FYI, no two MGers are the same. We all present differently, some of us even more so.

According to the National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stroke –

1Myasthenia gravis is a chronic autoimmune, neuromuscular disease that causes weakness in the skeletal muscles that worsens after periods of activity and improves after periods of rest. These muscles are responsible for functions involving breathing and moving parts of the body, including the arms and legs.

The name myasthenia gravis, which is Latin and Greek in origin, means “grave, or serious, muscle weakness.” There is no known cure, but with current therapies, most cases of myasthenia gravis are not as “grave” as the name implies. Available treatments can control symptoms and often allow people to have a relatively high quality of life. Most individuals with the condition have a normal life expectancy.

All that sounds incredibly complicated. Basically, as most of us who have MG have learned to explain that its very similar to Multiple Sclerosis (MS), except where your body is attacking the nerves in MS, our bodies attack the muscles. It’s a bit more complicated, but that’s the easiest way to explain it to where people understand it.

Some have *only* ocular MG, where it only affects those muscles around the eyes. I say *only* not to diminish its effects, but as a comparison to the generalized MG where your entire body is affected. Either way, its usually diagnosed by blood tests that are used to detect certain autoantibodies. I say usually. In an already rare disorder (fewer than 200K US cases/year according to the Mayo Clinic), a special few have no *known* antibodies detected. These cases make diagnosis and treatment a bit more difficult to attain. We lucky few are known as Seronegative.

To put that in perspective, one of my treating neurologists who had treated MG patients for over 40 years has only had two seronegative patients. That two includes me...

It all started about 5-6 years ago. I was living in beautiful Southern California. I was incredibly active (this was during the whole p90 craze). I was actually training for a 39.3 mile walk for charity in addition to my normal training. After some of my more intense training sessions, I noticed I would start to have trouble catching my breath, though I was getting plenty of oxygen, and I would just be incredibly tired, and not just the normal after-workout tired.

When I spoke to my family practice doctor, he suggested I had exercise-induced asthma. It sounded plausible, and it did not mean I had to stop my activity, just maybe relax on the high-intensity stuff. The albuterol treatment never seemed to work, but if it got bad enough, a course of prednisone steroids often helped. Something I would remember later.

Another thing I noticed around this time was that my right eyelid was starting to droop a little. And here’s where I am always reluctant to dive in because I have always felt a little vain, but I feel I must get over that. To be honest, my eyes have always been an attribute I have been quite proud of, particularly after my children were born. People would always say they had my eyes, and follow that up with saying they had the most beautiful eyes. So when people started saying I looked tired, or ask if something was bothering me because I was smiling like I used to, I started to worry a little bit.

What did I do at this point, you ask? You assume I went to the doctor, right? You see, that would have been the smart way to handle this. Nope! Instead, I did what I am sure every doctor hates. I googled “droopy eyelid”. What I read told me that insurances tend to think of it as cosmetic (I read vanity) and will not pay for repairs unless your lid droops enough to obstruct vision. So I thought, okay, I just need to stop being so “vain” (there’s that word again) and just deal with it.

Fast forward to Fall of 2017, we are now living in a small town in Florida. I am on my way to volunteer at our church one morning, driving into the sun, when my eye completely closes on its own and refuses to open back up. Now, luckily I was just around the corner, so it didn’t cause an issue driving. I actually did not panic. I have to be honest. I felt a little bit relieved. Inside, I was thinking, “Well, at least now I can get my eye fixed.”

My next step was going to see an ophthalmologist. I had recently attended a women’s health conference and remembered one of the presenting opththalmologists. He was really funny, and he had kind of reminded me of Seth Green a little. I had the hugest crush on Seth Green back in the Buffy the Vampire days, so that was apparently enough to spark confidence in this doctor. (My husband thought this was hilarious, but was willing to go along with it.)

In that appointment, the doctor, after doing his examinations, said he would be happy to help me fix my eyelid problem, but he wanted me to have some tests run first, just to rule out Myasthenia gravis.

I am sure my reaction was comical. At the time, I had never heard of such a thing, and remember feeling dumb with my immediate response, “Ummm, what is that?”

He actually reassured me so that I didn’t feel so dumb, but emphasized it was important that I get tested because, untreated, it could be life-threatening. At that point, I remember asking, hoping he would again help me not to feel so dumb, “So, I guess I should not have waited two years, huh?”

This time, he did not make me feel any better. “Yeah, probably.”

So off I went to get tested.... I recall all that new adventure in the next post.

1"Myasthenia Gravis Fact Sheet", NINDS, Publication date March 2020.

NIH Publication No. 20-NS-768

#Myasthenia Gravis #MG #Seronegative

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stormtrprinstilettos · 5 years ago

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i... gasped out loud at the brian video... and it got me thinking of something with a needy reader. maybe there's an event or dinner her and bri have to attend but reader's all fidgety and trying to be touchy. brian isn't having it though, instead teasing her with his words (that he eventually promises to keep because how can he say no to his sweet girl?) ''needy girl... you want me to take you to the bathrooms? you want me to fix it?'' ''yes...'' ''say it. 'fix it daddy'''

Hope you’re enjoying your Sunday.

I got you.

These dinners are always so annoying because you need to be on your best behavior – make sure you’re polite, make sure you use the correct silverware, not let your laugh seem too fake when a bad joke is made.

It’s worse tonight because this is a formal dinner, and Brian is looking absolutely fucking delicious in that suit he’s wearing. You can’t wait to get him out of it when you get back home.

… and the way he’s looking at you when you meet him at the bottom of the stairs? Yeah, he wants to eat you alive, too. “No, no,” you giggle when he pulls you in for a kiss. “Can’t smudge the lipstick.”

The reality is that when you feel his hand on your back – that’s exposed because of the low cut back on the dress – you want to tear everything off right away and have him fuck you right there on the stairs.

… but no. You had to go to this stupid dinner with these boring people. But you’ll do anything to make him happy, so you smile and walk out the door. You smile when you’re in the car. You smile when you walk in the dining hall. You smile during the table discussions.

But there comes a time when you’re tired of smiling and tired of being Brian’s pretty, polite girl. You’re tired of being here. You’re ready to go home. But Brian clearly isn’t, judging by how he’s in a deep conversation with the man sitting next to him.

So you realize you need to get his attention. And your hand slips under the table and onto Brian’s thigh. He takes your hand, never turning to look at you, and moves it away.

Really? So you try again, this time squeezing him just a little bit. But this time he slaps your hand and moves it away, and this time he turns and faces you. “Stop that,” he whispers.

So this time instead of putting your hand back on his thigh, you rub it under his jacket, on his waist. But again, he grabs your hand and moves it away. “You’re being a bad girl, Y/N,” he whispers in your ear, keeping a smile on his face the entire time so people wouldn’t know that he’s frustrated (you know he is because of the tone of his voice).

Shouldn’t take much more to get him amped up.

You run your hand up his arm to his shoulder while leaning close, pretending to be interested in the conversation he’s having. You then move your hand to the other shoulder, wrapping your arm around him and you rest your chin on his free shoulder.

He, in turn, runs his hand up your exposed back, causing you to shiver. He starts to play with your hair. Sweet, right? Until he gets his hand close to your scalp at back of your head. That’s where he grabs a bit of your hair and holds it tight. “When we get home, you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” he growls low in your ear.

When he lets go of his grip you turn to him with a smile and lean in to his ear. “Yes, Daddy.” You are so happy you decided to wear that short dress tonight.

His hand finds your thigh this time, and he moves it to the bottom of the hem. “I am going to bend you over and fuck you until you’re begging me to make you cum,” he whispers in your ear before quickly moving away and picking up the conversation he was having seamlessly.

And as he’s talking to the other person, his fingers subtly lift the bottom of your dress just enough so he can move his hand underneath. You pick up your wine glass for a sip, partially for a distraction but also because you don’t want anyone to hear the soft moan you make when…

His fingers start to graze your core. He didn’t know you weren’t wearing anything underneath that dress. “What a dirty little girl,” he whispers. His fingertips keep slowly and gently rubbing against your folds. “Look at you. Getting so wet with everyone watching.”

You both keep those smiles on your faces so no one will be any wiser to the fact that he is making it hard for you to contain yourself right now. “Daddy, please…”

He turns and moves away. He knows you want him – you need him. “You are so desperate for my cock, aren’t you, my needy girl?” You quickly shake your head.

Then the wife of the dinner host comes drag you away, wanting to show you some new furniture she put in the sitting room or something. Since you need to be a good girl, you go with her.

And while you’re standing in the sitting room pretending to be interested and listening to her yammer on and on about everything, you notice him standing just out of the doorway.

… standing there with that smirk on his face while he looks you up and down like he wants to devour every inch you. You want him to come in this room and bend you over like he said he was going to do. This woman wouldn’t even notice because she’s too busy running her mouth.

He does come in the room. And he stands behind you. And while she’s turned around he grabs your hand and uses it to cup his cock. Fuck, he’s hard. “See what you’ve done?” he whispers before dropping your hand away. “You know you shouldn’t do this when we’re not home, my sweet girl.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whisper. “I’m sorry for being a bad girl.” Your pussy is literally fucking aching, especially now that he’s standing there with his hands on your hips, inputing himself in the tour of this stupid room. He keeps tightening his grip, and you can feel his breaths on your neck. And when he pulls you closer as the hostess finally leaves the room you can feel his cock press against you.

“What’s wrong?” he asks you, almost arrogantly, as he turns you around once. Your eyes a hazy, eyelids a little droopy. “You dirty girl. My sweet, dirty girl.” His hand holds your cheek and he gives you the most devilish grin. “You want me to fuck you right here? So everyone can see what a dirty girl you are?”

“No,” you whisper, but he turns you around and makes you put your hands on the back of the sofa. The door is open, not all the way but you can see people outside. You can see them but you’re not sure they can see you. His hands start to run over your body. “Daddy, no. Please, not here,” you beg in a whisper.

“No? Did you just tell me no?” he growls as he pulls you back up to him with his hand gently placed on your throat. “You know you don’t get to tell me no.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” you whisper. “It’s just…”

“Tell me what’s wrong, my dove.” His tone flips in a snap. He stoops down behind the sofa and runs his hands up and down your legs.

With every second he touches you, your pussy throbs more and more, especially when he moves his hands under your dress and up to your inner thighs, so dangerously close. You need - it’s not a want anymore. You need him to touch you. “I need you…” You stop suddenly because a couple peeks in the room. They don’t see Brian.

When he hears them walk out, he starts to talk again. “You need me, what?” He slowly stands up, his hands gliding up as he does. “Are you okay, baby?”

“No,” you whisper, almost in a whimper. “I’m not okay. I’m fucking aching.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles before kissing your neck. “You want me to fix it for you? You shake your head. “You want me to take you in one of these bathrooms so we can lock the door and I can fuck you until you cum all over my cock like the dirty girl you are?”

You shake your head again. “Yes. Please.”

“Say it,” he growls. “Say it.”

“Fix me, Daddy,” you whine. “Please.” He grabs you by the wrist and hurries you both down the hall. And when he gets to the bathroom, he pushes you in before slamming and locking the door.

He quickly unbuckles his belt and unhooks his pants before grabbing your hair and moving you in front of him. “Be quiet,” he orders. “Not a sound.” He holds his finger up to his mouth and gives you a smirk. “Can you be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper. He turns you around and pushes you over the vanity. “I’ll be quiet.” (You really hope you can be quiet.)

He’s thankful you didn’t wear any pantyhose today. So are you. He lifts your dress up, exposing your ass. He runs his fingers over your pussy again and chuckles. “Already so fucking wet for me.” He gives you a slight smack and holds you tight as he pushes his cock deep inside you.

But you can’t be quiet. So he holds a hand over your mouth as he drives his cock in you. Holds your mouth with one hand, and his other hand is placed on the small of your back so he can tease you asshole with his thumb. He knows how much his sweet girl likes that.

“Nice and tight, baby,” he grunts as you start to push back on him. “You like my cock?”

“I love your cock,” you pant. “I love the way you fuck me.” You absolutely do. You love the way he pounds himself into you. You love the way it feels when his balls slap against you – the sound it makes. The sounds he makes, especially when he’s trying to stay quiet.

… and he loves the quiet sounds you made. They make him want to fuck you harder than he already is. So he does.

He pushes you to the brink almost immediately when he grabs your hips and pulls you back to him. “My sweet, dirty girl likes getting fucked like this, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you groan, almost too loudly.

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? All over me. Do it.”

You don’t need any more encouraging. Especially after you feel him buck his hips one more time and hold himself in as far as he can go. You both release at the same time. Fucking magical orgasm. Magical.

And then he pulls out and quickly fixes his clothes. You turn around and watch him with a smile on both your faces. “Good boy,” you giggle as you pull him to you and give him a kiss. “I was wondering how long it was going to take you to fuck me.”

“Oh, I’m not done with you, naughty girl,” he chuckles. “We still have the car ride home.”

#brian may smut #brian may headcanon #by request #anon ask

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strayneoculturekids · 5 years ago

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Bloody Haven | Vampire!Felix | Chapter Two

Summary: A lot of things lead to another, and you, Felix and one other end up having to flee deep into the forest

Vampire AU, Childhood friends AU

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4

Genre: Angst, Fluff

I highly advise reading the previous chapter/s for things to make sense!

Warnings: implied death, gore, generic things you would see in a vampire AU

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“Y/N…?” He stood up, slowly

“Felix?!” You looked over to where someone had called your name, seeing Felix covered from head to toe in what looked to be dried- “Blood?!? Felix, why the hell are you covered in blood?!” You took a step towards him, dropping the basket you were carrying

“I-” Felix took a deep breath and took a step towards you in turn, coming out from behind the bush “Y/N. I have something to tell you”

You stayed silent, looking at him intently. Felix took a long, shaky breath before opening his mouth, not able to meet your eyes.

“I’m a vampire” He spoke quietly, head hung low

You paused mid-step and stared at him, a heavy blanket of silence overcoming the two of you; the silence was so unbearable that Felix actually looked up, pupils shaking. The second he met your gaze, he flinched, shivering to see you were staring right back at him. Something about your eyes made Felix drowsy; before he knew it, a rush of tiredness surged through his body, it made Felix uneasy, he hadn’t needed much sleep since becoming a vampire. He didn’t get the chance to mull over it though, because the next second he began to sway and his body dropped to the hard forest ground.

“Felix!” You called, gasping and running up to him

You immediately lifted your best friend’s head up slightly and checked for a pulse. Your breathing sped up considerably when you didn’t feel one, then after about ten seconds of sitting there, staring in horror, you felt a tiny, slow, dragged out trace of a heartbeat. Of course, you sighed, face-palming, Felix had literally just told you a couple seconds ago he was a vampire: they had ridiculously slow heartbeats, about one beat per minute you had heard.

Unfortunately, once you’d established Felix was still alive, the putrid smell of dried up blood invaded your nose, a burning sensation flared up at the back of your throat and a horrible taste of vomit came up, but you managed to keep it in.

Ignoring the horrible taste the puke had left in your mouth, you lifted Felix up and lugged him over your shoulders. Groaning slightly from his weight, you slowly dragged him back to your house, which was, luckily, just on the outside of the forest.

As soon as you’d come out from the shade of the trees, a sound that sounded vaguely like sizzling started up right behind you. You looked back, seeing that Felix’s skin had started to bubble up from the rays of the sun. You cursed and started moving as quickly as you could under the strain of your best friend.

It seemed like far too long before you made it to the back of your house; opening the door, you threw Felix down on the closest couch, panting.

“Felix...” You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows

Your best friend was covered in burns and blubs, horrible lumps were prominent everywhere from his cheeks to his bare arms. You shook your head and quickly pressed to the back of your house, grabbing the first aid kit and rushing back to the company of Felix's unconscious body.

“Burns?” A voice behind you came

“Yeah.” You answered, not turning around to see who was talking

“Who is it?”

“Felix. He’s a-”

“Felix? The one you always go on and on about?” The man from behind you chuckled and took a couple steps closer

“you must know how to fix these damn things.” You sighed while dabbing burn cream on the vulgar red patches, pausing every time Felix winced “You’re a vampire too, after all,” You said, finally looking back, making eye contact with Bang Chan

“Mm,” Chan confirmed and bent down next to the almost unrecognizable person in front of you “They’ll heal in easy in a day or two”

You were about to press for more information, but Felix’s eyes slowly twitched open, his face contorted in an expression of so much pain that it almost hurt to look at.

“Y/N?” He asked slowly, jaw clenching “Who-” he seemed to only notice Chan after a couple seconds of being awake

“Don’t worry about him, Felix,” you said dismissively, cupping a part of Felix’s cheek that hadn’t flared up

“Rude” Chan joked “He’ll be fine, Y/N; vampires heal really quickly. Stop worrying about your boyfriend”

You rolled your eyes and elbowed Chan in the stomach, turning your attention back to your shaking friend soon after. Felix stared at you, not sure if you were staring back; his vision was so hazy he couldn’t even make out the stranger’s facial features. He drew in a slow breath and shut his eyes tightly before re-opening them, discouraged after finding that his vision hadn’t improved in the slightest.

“where am I?” Felix managed to croak out, shivering from the feeling of his throat flaring up

“At my house,” You said softly, looking at his watery eyes intently

He nodded and shut his eyes again, head beginning to loll to the side. His eyelids felt heavy once again and couldn’t resist the temptation to fall back asleep. You fixed your eyes onto Felix’s unmoving and sleeping state, your concerned gaze staying upon your friend.

“Leave him for a couple hours, Y/N. His burns will heal quicker that way. I’m going out, see ya in a bit!” Chan grabbed a rather large umbrella from beside the front door and opened it before going outside, taking extra care to make sure his whole body was covered in its shade before stepping out into the ‘piercing daylight’ as he so often described it

You sighed and stood up, shoulders droopy. The arising sounds of birds chirping attracted you to the window opening out to the back garden. Your house was quite small, Felix always liked to describe it as ‘cute’ and ‘charming’, and you had to agree with him, it had quite a peaceful aura. The garden seemed overgrown, but it was beautiful, woodland creatures often turned up to rest there; Felix loved watching them, especially at night when fireflies would come to light up the deep-colored flowers, leaves, hedges, and arch-ways. You’d say it was almost like a fairy tale cottage.

“Hope chan went to go get groceries” You frowned and turned your head, looking to the kitchen, knowing you would probably need to cook something soon

About an hour passed by and Chan had just arrived back, closing the umbrella only after re-entering the shade of the house. Thankfully, he’d arrived with groceries but unfortunately didn’t miss the opportunity to point out the fact that Felix’s burns have faded significantly from when he left.

“Yeah, yeah” You rolled your eyes, looking up from your journal and raising an eyebrow at Chan’s triumphant expression

You were about to throw something back at him but a stirring type of movement from the corner of your eyes caught your attention instead. Felix had sat up properly again, slowly and carefully tracing his burns, flinching ot wincing when he pressed down too hard. You blinked before smiling slightly and standing, cautiously walking over to Felix. Bending down, you grabbed both of his hands and looked him in the eyes meaningfully

“Are you okay? Does it hurt really badly?”

“...no, I’m okay Y/N” Although careful not to scrunch up his face too much, he smiled brightly back “Who is that, by the way?” he frowned and looked at Chan

He watched with furrowed brows as you looked back to Chan as well. It really wasn’t like you to invite people to your house unless you were really close with them; he couldn’t help but feel a heat rising in the bottom of his stomach, he hated to admit it, but he had just a tiny twinge of jealousy that only multiplied when Chan handsomely smiled.

“I’m Y/N’s...uh- I guess you could call it roommate, Chris, but everyone calls me Chan”

“You two live together?” Felix asked, exasperated, mouth hung open and eyebrows furrowed in worry

“Yeah, but we’re not dating, if that’s what you’re wondering” You laughed slightly “Chan wishes”

“Sure I do, Y/N” Chan replied sarcastically

“Go shower, Felix” You ignored Chan, turning your attention back to Felix “You can borrow some of Chan’s clothes” You offered, pointing to a folded pile of clothes you’d collected earlier

“Y/N I thought we talked about you going through my things,” Chan said, looking at you with jokingly pursed lips

“Now you may think that but did we really? You don’t know. Where are your witnesses?” You smile awkwardly at him, looking around as you ushered a slightly pained looking Felix to the bathroom

Chan snorted and sat down on the couch in the spot Felix had been just a few seconds ago, crossing his legs and leaning forward intently.

“What’s for dinner?” He asked hopefully

“One,” you stated “Maybe you should cook something, and two” you paused dramatically yet again “Can’t vampires like not eat human food?”

“Y/N, your cooking is like the best in the world, I make an exception. Also, I’ve tried to make something before, remember? You banned me from the kitchen after that” He pouted and fake sniffed, looking at you through his fringe

“Oh, right” You shuddered, remembering the last time Chan tried to cook something; he had almost set the entire kitchen alight “Well thanks for getting groceries. Do you really think you should go outside so often though? If anyone found out you were a vampire-”

“We’ve been through this” Chan said in a partly-whiny voice, “I’ve told everyone I’m light-sensitive, they’re not particularly surprised since vitamin D deficiency kind of used to run in the family...or so I’ve heard” He frowned, seeming uncertain of his own words

“yeah, yeah, just be more careful though, you could get killed if you’re found out. You’re always smiling at people-”

“Stop worrying” Chan waved you off “it’s fine. Can I help with dinner tonight?”

“Absolutely not”

“To be fair, last time I was left unsupervised.” He said as though that was the final statement

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, leaving Chan in the living room to greet Felix when he came back.

The kitchen was cluttered, but somehow still neat and orderly, it was easy to tell at a glance that everything had its own place. You grabbed the things Chan bought and started putting everything away, leaving out the things you were going to use to cook. Just as you’d begun to get out a pan to make steak, Felix poked his head in the door, looking around. You looked back, the worst of his burns have gone away now, leaving just slightly swollen, blotchy red marks scattered across his handsome face.

“Can I help?” He looked you hopefully, eyes wide and a small smile playing at his lips

“Hell no. You’re just as- if not more- hopeless than Chan in the kitchen”

“That was one time” Felix whined, hoping you’d forgotten about the time he almost sliced his own hand off

“Yeah, and one time is one too many” you replied quickly, glaring at him until he felt guilty enough to begin slowly edging out of the kitchen

Just as you’d begun to get the pan on the stove and put out a couple other things, Chan burst into the room, breathless and panicked.

“Y/N! WE NEED TO LEAVE. NOW”

“What happened?!?” Your eyes widened but before you had time to process anything going on around you, Chan ran up to you, turned off the stove and grabbed your hand, running out of the kitchen. Felix stood there, looking just as panicked and fear-stricken as Chan. Breath getting almost as heavy as that of the two boys in front of you, you looked out the window; night had begun to fall and in the distance, you could just barely make out wooden staffs flickering with flames, and an entire village. An entire village heading straight for your house.

“CHAN WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO”

“I MADE A MISTAKE. TALK LATER, LEAVE NOW” If the situation wasn’t so dire, you’d have been frightened at the sight of Chan yelling, but your attention was elsewhere

Felix quickly grabbed your free hand that Chan wasn’t holding and ran to the back of the house, bringing Chan along with him. He may as well have kicked down the door. The sudden noise sent all the squirrels, bats and owls in your back garden into a frenzy, chaos struck and the ruckus had no doubt alerted the villager’s of your location, except they didn’t need the sound to know. They were already there, weapons ready and flames alight.

“What do we do?!?!” you turned to Chan, then Felix, both looked just as confused as you

“I don’t know!! I’ve never had to make an escape!” Chan looked back and forth, his mind was an absolute mess but he could clearly see the three of you were screwed. The whole house was surrounded by now and the majority seemed to be advancing on you, Chan and Felix.

“Can’t either of you- turn into a bat or something???”

“We can’t just leave you!” exclaimed Felix, visibly gulping as the same scene as just the other night repeated before him

Before either you or Felix could think of anything else to say, Chan grabbed both your collars and ran through the crowd. You almost threw up because of the speed at which he was moving, but it seemed to do the trick. The villagers were scattered and disoriented, obviously not expecting that. Chan made another break for the forest, but was pulled back into the crowd, being the one closest

“aGH- shit!” He cursed and began thrashing about, but he had already been stabbed multiple times “RUN IDIOTS!” He called

“NO WAY” You turned to Felix, hoping he’d back you up, but Felix and Bang Chan were locked in tight eye contact.

Your best friend gulped and nodded at Chan, Chan smiled back graciously, but before you got the chance to look at it properly, Felix had slung you over his shoulder and ran towards the forest. You may have been going at a speed no human could ever possibly hope to achieve, but things felt like they were going in slow motion. Chan lagged back, being pulled into the crowd, stab wounds and burn marks already covering his entire body.

“NO!” You yelled when Felix stopped and put you down “NO HE COULD’VE ESCAPED! HE COULD’VE-” You made to run back, but Felix grabbed your arm with a tight grip

“Y/N! He stayed to create a distraction!” Felix spoke in a fake calm voice, one that was obviously struggling not to cry

You vigorously shook your head as hot tears streamed down your cheeks, onto your chin and hit the ground. You yelled more gibberish, few words were distinguishable to Felix, but it was something about how he could’ve easily overpowered them, a couple more things about how if Felix didn’t run away, you could’ve helped.

“Y/N!” Felix was slightly hurt by the muddle of words he had barely understood “He asked me to! We’d all be dead if we stayed, okay?! If Chan wanted to escape, he’d have to kill at least- I don’t know-! Five of them! We both know Chan would never do that!”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW?!” You choked out, fists clenched “YOU DIDN’T KNOW HIM. THIS ISN’T HARD FOR YOU!! IT’S HARD FOR ME!! CHAN WAS ONE OF THE BEST FRIEND’S I’D EVER HAD!!” You sobbed, eyes red, not even bothering to wipe away your tears or try to hold them back, it would just be a waste of time

Felix clenched his fists, he knew this definitely was not the time to be jealous of you calling Chan your best friend, so he attempted to bury the feelings. Felix grabbed you by both of your shoulders and looked you in the eye, saying nothing, simply letting you cry. When you’d finally calmed down enough for you to breathe- even if it was a struggle- he brought you into his chest, pulling you into a tight hug. You forcefully pushed away from him, punching his chest.

“NO! No...” You looked to the ground, clenching and unclenching your jaw before dropping down to your knees, slowly shaking your head “...no...” you gasped, finally feeling the suffocating restriction on your throat leave

Felix sunk down next to you, his teary eyes meeting your absolutely flooded ones.

“I’m sorry”

Part 3 Coming Soon~

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takemealivelh · 6 years ago

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We’re not done here yet, okay?

2.3k | Mentions of alcohol, sex and cheating | FEEDBACK IS ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED

For the first time, I wasn’t able to know what was going through his mind, it both terrified and relieved me. I didn’t move, my jaw slightly trembled when his body got even closer to mine. His hand reached for my chin, and his lips crashed into mine.

Deep down I knew it was wrong, but I’ve always craved what I can’t have. His hands found shelter in the crook of my neck, I kissed him fast and furious. It felt epic, blood-rushing, stars-exploding, synths and strings playing in the back of my head, sinful. I wanted him all.

His lips were sober and my mind was lucid, my forbidden fruit tasted like heaven. For a moment, all these scenes flashed through my closed eyelids; holding hands in the queue of a coffee shop, cuddling on a winter day, playing with new sounds in the studio after rehearsal hours, fucking him deep in a hotel room in Germany. Then, his tongue traced my lower lip and my mind went blank.

“Luke?”

We pulled apart as soon as we heard the knock on the door. My heart started beating fast against the back of my jawline, recognizing Erin’s voice.

“Yeah!” Luke almost choked at the sudden intake of air. “In here!” He smoothed the wrinkles off his shirt where I had grabbed him, pulling his body closer to mine, wanting to melt him into my skin. His face visibly paled, I collected the heat in my own cheeks, burning red.

As soon as Erin stepped into the dressing room, I pulled out my phone and stared at the lock screen, pretending to be busy. Even if she hadn’t witnessed her boyfriend and his sound tech making out, I was sure she could perceive the tension in the space between us. If Luke was a good actor, I was not. Luke could keep his face straight for a long time just to keep a prank going, like that one time he and Ashton started a water balloon fight before the show in Glasgow. I almost ruined their plan because I couldn’t stop laughing or stuttering when someone asked me why the guys were taking so long in the bathroom.

Erin asked us if everything was alright, I saw the shadow of her moving body reach out to Luke and wrap an arm around his waist.

No words were necessary, our tongues had done enough.

I shook my head as if I’d just gotten an upsetting text and headed towards the door in silence, it was only when I heard my name on Luke’s lips that I stopped on my tracks.

“We’re not done here yet, okay?”

His arm was slouched over Erin’s shoulders, his eyes were dark with regret and hope. Her brows were furrowed together with worry.

I didn’t reply.

While the band walked the red carpet and gave similar answers to different interviewers, I was backstage with the crew of the venue. Men moved large equipment from one side of the stage to the other, women talked on their phones about strict schedules. Cameras were tested and microphones were checked for the hundredth time that day. I sat on a plastic chair, next to the mixer, going over the post-it notes I’d prepared with Michael and Calum earlier. Luke’s words had been haunting me since the moment they fell from his lips.

We’re not done here yet.

Did he mean that? What was he after? My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He had Erin but he wanted me. Was that it? After all this time, he still wanted me. Why? How? He’d told me himself that it was too hard to be with me, which was true. So, why did he want to go through that again?

Maybe he missed me as much as I missed him. It wasn’t fair to his girlfriend.

I pulled out my phone and looked for Erin’s Instagram. Pictures with her friends, pictures of her on the way to a Red Hot Chili Peppers concert. Fuck, I wanted to be her friend, I liked her. She seemed smart enough to know when to leave and yet, she was still with Luke. I was disappointed in his behaviour. I couldn’t believe he was still pulling childish acts out of his ass. Had he not learned anything?

But I still wanted him. Why?

Why did I suddenly have the need to be around him? Why did my skin itch at the thought of his fingers? Why did I want to hear every stupid joke, every silly anecdote, every clever idea that he had in his mind? Why now?

Because he has Erin.

I felt bad about wanting to go after him.

The night went by in a flash and suddenly it was 5SOS’ turn to perform. They gathered around the backstage area before going in, fist-bumping and wishing good luck to everyone, including me. Calum patted my back and Ashton gave me a weak smile before heading out to a cheering crowd. Michael checked the guitar volume in his in-ear and kissed my temple good luck as he’d grown accustomed to doing before any big gig. I slid the faders up to 0 and pressed play on the recording multitrack session.

Luke’s breathing against my earlobe almost made me collapse on top of the console.

“Meet me afterwards. We need to talk.”

His eyes lingered on me for the time it took him to walk onstage. I felt naked.

I liked it.

Talking was the last thing I wanted to do.

As soon as their performance was over and they rushed backstage to put the instruments away and to receive the compliments from the rest of the team, I saved the recorded act and made sure to have the mixer ready for the next sound guy. When I was done, 5SOS were back on their seats, surrounded by the other attendees.

I spent the rest of the ceremony in the dressing room, not doing much at all. I could’ve gone home, I could’ve hung out with the rest of the venue crew, I could’ve sat next to the stage and watched the rest of the performances. Instead, I waited for everyone by myself.

I waited for him.

I remembered our encounter back at Ashton’s place. Luke’s shirt gliding off his shoulders, his hands squeezing my thighs, his sloppy kisses on my lips… All my memory could do was complete the gaps between reality and my fantasies. Was this feeling anything more than lust? Maybe it was, but I wasn’t sure how to handle it.

Close to midnight, the show was still going. I decided to play around with the makeup and the little elastic ties I had in my backpack, along with ten spare plug cables and a Shure SM58 just in case. The lightning was enough to sit on the floor and re-do my look in the full-length mirror. I sat down with a bottle of beer I’d brought from the backstage area, and wondered if Luke thought I was sexy.

“It’s always nice to hear you’re sexy from another sexy person”

I scoffed the memory away. He was drunk and I am insecure.

“You’re a nice view, you know that?”

We’d been so close. So physically, flirtatiously close. Now I wanted every inch of space between us to disintegrate.

Yet again, the image of his girlfriend popped up in my head. I dropped my head down, ashamed, and scrolled through my phone one more time. The last picture she’d posted was of the venue we were currently in, before we’d even done the soundcheck. Luke’s laugh was frozen as he carried her piggyback style. A kiss to his cheek.

My heart sunk.

Erin had always seemed happy around him. She liked that Luke was goofy and that he was interested in her job and hobbies. She’d told me about one time he’d taken her out for her favourite food and they ended up drunk playing carnival games. I couldn’t understand how Luke could sweep her off her feet like that if his heart wasn’t fully into that relationship. But maybe I was imagining things, and Luke didn’t want me either, and he was just this fuckboy that I didn’t know he was...

My mind was spiralling out, going to ten different directions, all equally disturbing.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, the reds and purples in my eyelids. I did want to impress Luke, I wanted him to be aroused by me.

Maybe I can only be with someone as the other woman. I pulled the costume quite well.

When the boys came back into the dressing room to pick up their stuff, Michael was the first one to notice me all dolled-up.

“Whoa,” he half laughed, half whistled. “Hot date after this? Isn't it a little late for a conversation?” Calum laughed behind him and pushed him towards the guitar case on the other end of the room. They were drunk. Michael’s eyes were droopy and Calum couldn’t stop fumbling with the pockets of his jacket.

I rolled my eyes, “who said anything about a conversation?” my tone was playful and teasing, knowing it would amuse them. Deep down, the guilt and confusion kept me glued to the wooden floor, still in front of the mirror.

Ashton was quick to pick on my remark. He seemed like the most put-together, but when he erupted in his signature giggles, I knew he was hammered as well. “Damn, boys! We got our girl here being a wild one tonight,” he smiled at me from behind. “We’re going to an after-party, you coming with us? Or is your lover boy meeting you somewhere else so we cannot intimidate him?”

That’s when I noticed Luke was leaning against the door, blue eyes going through my body like daggers. I could feel the exact point in the small of my waist where he was practically burning his mark on.

“Where’s Erin?”

At the mention of her name, I peeled my eyes away from the scene. Focusing back on the boxer braids I’d made earlier. They’d taken me at least 20 minutes per side and a 10-minute break in between, to rest my arms. As Luke explained that Erin had to be up early tomorrow, I caught him stealing glances at me through the mirror. He didn’t look drunk, which was weird, but also kind of nice. I re-applied the berry colour to my lips and smudged the edges with my fingertips.

“A’ight then,” Ashton shrugged with a sigh, “and hey, wild one,” he tapped my shoulder once I was back on my feet, fixing my backpack on my shoulder. “Great show tonight.”

“We were good,” I smiled at him.

“Yeah, we were.”

They were quick to say their goodbyes and rush out the door to the after-party, except for Luke. He shoved a hand in the pockets of his pants and rubbed his eye with the other. “Nah, Im’ma head back home. I'm tired.”

Calum, Michael and Ashton disappeared, their laughter echoed through the hall. Luke was still leaning against the door when he sighed. “I broke up with her.”

I remained silent.

He looked for the thoughts racing through my head, narrowing his eyes at me. I didn’t know how to react. I was both surprised and relieved. Both scared and excited. Awkwardly, I kept readjusting the straps of my backpack, not wanting to stay but not wanting to leave either.

“I didn’t want them on my case, you know how they are…” Luke turned his head to check the hallway. Empty. He took a few steps closer to me, I looked down at my feet. His boots came into view and I almost gasped when I felt the warmth of his body almost touching mine. “Right after we…” the faint laughter in his tone gave away that he was nervous.

Unknown territory for the both of us.

“She knew something was up, she…” he sighed and searched for my gaze, “please, look at me. This is really fucking hard, okay?” The soundwaves of his chuckle vibrated against my temple. I was twitching in place. “Please.”

Even though I’d only had one beer after their song had ended, I felt my skin buzzing. Chewing on my lower lip, trying to stay sane and adequate through it all, I looked at him. Curly hair tucked behind his ears, gold glitter along his cheekbones, long lashes framing his blue eyes...

“I want you.”

My breath got caught in my throat, almost choking me. “Luke, I-”

I tried to pull away from our closeness but he grabbed my arms and held me in place. He looked for the truth in my eyes as my name rolled off his tongue as if it belonged there.

“You were right. Fuck, all of you were. I know what you all were thinking about, that Erin was a rebound, that I wasn’t being fair to her, that-”

“Luke, you-”

“Let me finish!”

He let go of me and strode back to the door, closing it. I said nothing.

Here we were, alone again.

“I was a dick to Erin, I know that. I led her on when I didn’t mean it… Not because I didn’t enjoy her company, ‘cos I did…” Luke trailed off and shut his eyes hard, cursing himself under his breath. He started stuttering and I couldn’t make out the words coming out of his mouth. “Fuck!” he whispered and nearly threw a punch to the wall. “You’re making me go crazy, you know that? I tried to get over you, but…” Luke took a deep breath and let his back collapse against the door, his body quickly glided down until he was sitting with his head between his knees.

I watched. Luke had never been this vulnerable, not around me at least.

His muffled laugh travelled to my ears, his gaze found me again. “Listen, I don’t know what to do. I’m so in love with you that it hurts...”

He made me weak. I dropped to my knees and tossed my backpack to the side, crawling towards him almost at the speed of light. His cheeks were hot against the palms of my hands, he looked into my eyes like a deer scared to be hit. I could sense the fear in his breathing, the dreadful idea of handing his heart to me and me destroying it. His eyes pleaded for mercy.

“I don’t… I love you, okay? I’m tired of pretending I don’t.”

My fingertips traced circles against his skin, my thumb grazing his lower lip. Luke closed his eyes and gave into my touch, leaning into it.

I wasn’t sure if I loved him, but I definitely cared for him. My heart was beating fast, my stomach was swirling with butterflies. It was clear that I fancied him, I loved spending time with him, I loved it when we were together being the dorks we were.

And I was as scared as he was.

Leaning against his lips, I took a deep breath against them, closing my eyes. “Don’t break my heart, Hemmings.”

“I wouldn’t dare to”

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sweet-steddie · 6 years ago

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Home (g.d. & e.d.)

Summary: You’ve gotten a bad grade which means you’re having a bad day. The twins are more than ready to make you feel better. @shawnsababe here it is, almost lol. Hope you enjoy whatever this is!

A/N: Here’s my third Dolan twins imagine and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that everyone is pleased with it! If you’re liking the warm and fuzzy theme of my imagines so far, then this one’ll hopefully be right up your alley lol. Please reblog and leave feedback and maybe even drop a request or two off for me ;) Here goes!

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The lecture is almost over, thank heavens. The professor has just informed us all that our most recent test scores have been posted online, at which point 97 percent of the class pulled out their laptops to check their grades, effectively checking out of the lecture. I’ve just selected the “Grades” tab on my school website and am anxiously waiting for the test results to appear.

When the page finishes loading, I give pause. Major pause. Because the grade is not good. Scratch that; the grade is fucking horrendous. I bite my lower lip and my vision immediately goes blurry with unshed tears. Not here. I will not cry here. And I mentally recite this mantra over and over until everyone around me begins to rise to their feet and file out of the classroom.

I must zone out for a considerable amount of time because when I come to, I see unfamiliar faces and an unfamiliar professor entering the room and preparing for the class that’s scheduled to begin next. I make quick work of sticking my earbuds in and packing up my bag before I all but scamper from the room. I speed-walk into the nearest restroom and am momentarily pleased to find it empty before I occupy the first stall and lock the door, sinking down onto the toilet seat just as my tears begin to fall. I take a few shuddering breaths and my shoulders shake pathetically with hushed hiccups and cries.

I close my eyes and force myself to take a deep breath. And then I take another deep breath before gathering a wad of toilet paper to messily wipe at my tear stricken cheeks. I dispose of the tissue and dig my phone out of my pocket, waking up the screen to find it stacked with notifications. When my phone is unlocked, I thumb into my messages and am quickly reminded that I made plans for the day and fuck, if socializing isn’t the last thing I wanna do right now. I hate the idea of bringing the weight of my crushing self-pity to a gathering; it feels unbearably selfish.

I tap into the group message that I have with Grayson and Ethan. Through my puffy eyelids, I scan over the most recent texts. Something about if we should order takeout tonight. I sigh heavily through my nose as I type out Guys, I’m gonna have to take a rain check today. It’s just that I’m the dumbest bitch on earth and I’m never getting out of college. Hope you understand! and then I send it and thumb into my music app to put my library on shuffle. I’m only able to blow my nose and stand up from the toilet before I get an incoming FaceTime call.

It looks like Grayson’s calling and I haven’t looked in the mirror since I left class, but I’m almost positive that I look absolutely miserable. Unfortunately, there’s no time to fix that now. I sigh as I sit back down and accept the call, attempting to paint a smile onto my face to lessen the blow of my swollen eyelids and shiny nose. When the call connects, both Ethan and Grayson are staring me down through the phone, each with expressions of utter sympathy. None of us say anything and I allow my fake smile to slip as I fight back a second wave of tears.

Ethan’s eyebrows furrow as he watches me begin to break down. “Don’t cry,” he mutters softly, eyes softening at my vulnerable appearance.

“Whatever happened, it’s gonna be okay, baby. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Grayson adds just as softly, looking equally as distraught as his brother. Their concern seems to push me over the edge and I have to cover my mouth as I break down crying once again.

“I’m sorry, this is so uncomfortable! I’m sorry,” I blubber out between cries, gasping out wet breaths to attempt to keep the incoming tears from cascading. “I’m gonna be okay, I’m just being dramatic. I’ll be okay,” I reassure them, but it’s mostly me talking to myself and telling myself to get it the fuck together.

“Where are you? You shouldn’t be alone right now. We’ll come get you,” Ethan desperately tries to put a plan together to come to my rescue and I so appreciate him for that. But having them come onto my campus will only cause problems for them and the three of us are aware of that.

“No,” I protest, “it’s okay, I’m okay to drive. I’ll come to you guys. I don’t want you guys getting mobbed.”

“And you’ll stay overnight, at least. I don’t want you staying alone tonight,” Grayson states more than asks. But I nod along anyway, truthfully in no mood to be by myself for much longer.

“Come see us babe, we’re waiting on you. Come home,” Ethan coos gently. My heart melts at him calling his house home. And then it dawns on me that nothing in the world sounds better in this moment than being wrapped up in my boys.

“Okay,” I whisper out, giving a pitiful sniffle. Grayson looks like he would leap through the screen right now if he could. Both boys do.

“I love you,” Ethan pipes up before I can end the call.

“I love you too. So fucking much,” Grayson contributes and I’m able to crack a smile that’s small but genuine.

“I love you guys. I’ll be over soon,” I sign off and I wave at them before ending the call. I make myself as presentable as possible and stand up, finally registering that I’ve been sitting on a public toilet in my pants for the past however long. “Ew,” I mutter, unlocking the stall door and washing my hands before making a beeline out of the building and beginning my trek to the parking garage across from my apartment.

When I finally arrive at my car, I feel less like crying and more like curling up with my favorite guys. I load my things into the car and prepare for the 30 minute drive to the twins’ place and, in my haste to see them as soon as possible, the trip seems at least 5 times longer than usual. So pulling into the boys’ garage at last, then, is the sweetest relief I’ve experienced all day.

I don’t bother bringing my backpack with me when I hop out of the car and lock the doors, shuffling toward the twins’ house. I raise my fist to knock on the door but before I can make any contact, it flies open to reveal Ethan looking more worried than I’ve seen him in a long time. “C’mere,” he beckons me softly, reaching out to cup my face in his hands and bringing his plush lips to my forehead in a sweet kiss. I close my eyes at his attention, wrapping my arms around his middle and squeezing tight. Being in Ethan’s arms right now is like a breath of fresh air.

“I missed you, E. I need you. You and Gray,” I mutter and he hums, lips still pressed flush to my forehead. He pulls back with a soft smack.

“We’re right here. And we won’t leave your side,” he promises near my ear before planting a quick kiss there as well and reaching out behind me to shut the front door.

“E? Is she here?” comes Grayson’s voice from somewhere behind Ethan. I keep my eyes closed, knowing he’ll come and find us. Ethan’s taken to resting his cheek on top of my head and wrapping his arms around my shoulders, gently swaying us where we stand.

“Yeah, she’s here,” Ethan calls back and, sure enough, I hear the sound of Grayson’s feet padding nearer. And then his voice is much closer than before.

“Well lemme see her,” Grayson says softly and I feel Ethan place one more firm kiss to my forehead before releasing me and I open my eyes just in time to find Grayson waiting on me with open arms. He stares me down with droopy, soft eyes and gathers me up into his chest, holding tight. “How’s my girl, hm?” he murmurs into my ear, pausing to kiss the top of my head before his lips resume their hovering over the area near my ear. “I know I told you you didn’t have to talk about it, but please tell me what it is. Tell me what it is so I can fix it,” he pleads, voice a pleasantly deep rumble beneath where my head is resting.

I take a moment to inhale deeply, breathing in his woodsy cologne. “Gray,” I sigh out, clinging to the thick fabric of his hoodie with needy fists, “I failed my test in that one class I was telling you guys about. The one I’ve been having trouble in already. And if I don’t bring up my grade, I might fail the course. And if I fail a course in my last semester here, I might not graduate on time,” I begin to ramble at this point. I feel Grayson nod at various points in my speech.

“You’re not gonna fail, babe. You’re just having a rough time in the class; it happens. It’s only your first test,” Ethan soothes. And the thing is...he’s right. Grayson nods again.

“Exactly. You’re gonna do just fine, we know you are. We’ll help you study. We’ll fucking,” he scrambles to find the words, “we’ll come to your lectures with you. We’ll take notes. Whatever you need,” Grayson suggests and my chest does that fluttery thing that only he and Ethan can make it do. This earns a giggle out of me and I lean my head back so that I can look up into Grayson’s face. He seems mildly perplexed that I’m laughing.

“Thats so sweet, Grayson,” I smile up at him and use a finger to lovingly tap the tip of his adorable button nose. That earns the beginnings of a lopsided smile out of him. “I know you and E would do anything for me. That’s why I love you guys so much,” I gush, essentially staring right into Grayson’s face with major heart eyes. “Thank you,” I all but whisper before leaning up and into his face, kissing the light stubble below his cheekbone. The smile that spreads across his face is borderline dopey.

I give his firm body a squeeze before gently breaking away to show Ethan some love, as well. I slowly approach him, smile spreading shyly across my lips as I draw nearer. He must decide that I’m taking too long, because he reaches out a long arm and pulls me in with a gentle tug, causing me to stumble into his chest with an embarrassingly high pitched squeal of delight. He twines his arms around my waist and lowers his head so that we’re face height with each other, turning so that his cheek is closest to me.

“C’mon. My turn,” he encourages, waiting for a kiss like the one I gave Grayson. I snort at his cheesiness, but it makes my heart thud violently nonetheless. I don’t hesitate to lean in and plant my lips on his cheek, drawing it out before pulling back with a loud, dramatic mwah! “Oh yeah,” he gloats after I pull away and I can assume based off of the smug smirk on his face that he’s addressing Grayson now. “My kiss was better,” he taunts and I fondly roll my eyes at him before spinning around and allowing him to pull my back to his front as I watch for Grayson’s reaction. He stares back at Ethan with his expression portraying the utmost boredom, looking utterly unamused.

“Ethan,” he starts before even begins to address the teasing, “that didn’t even count. She felt sorry for you because you begged for the kiss. And she kissed me first, idiot,” he accuses and I know exactly what he’s doing. The bickering between the boys hasn’t even begun and my stomach is already bubbling with impending laughter, which is surely Grayson’s intent.

“You’re so fucking jealous, bro. You’re mad because she’s mine,” I feel Ethan shrug before resting his chin on my shoulder. I bite my lip at that lovely claim. It’s amazing to me, at this point, that I started this day so horribly and that it’s turning out so fucking well.

“How is that possible?” Grayson’s eyebrows furrow as if what Ethan said is the dumbest thing he’s ever heard. “That doesn’t make any sense, Ethan. Because she’s mine,” he responds as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He looks at me, shaking his head in mock-exasperation and I laugh. Completely disregarding Ethan’s hold on my waist, he grabs my hand and entwines our fingers, pulling me towards himself instead. Ethan catches my hand just in time and I end up holding hands with them both, swinging both sets of our joined hands back and forth playfully.

The boys are wearing matching smiles as I stare between the two of them, all traces of their playful fight forgotten as we circle back around to the reason that I’m here. Grayson hip checks me, staring down into my eyes with a gentle grin on his pretty, pink lips, an unspoken gesture of comfort.

“Just to let you know,” Ethan starts, causing me to look over at him instead, “if you have any more trouble in that course,” he uses a free hand to gesture between himself and his brother, “Grayson and I will he happy to find your professor and kick his ass.” he deadpans, causing me to bark out a surprised laugh. The statement is so ridiculous that it catches me off guard and I end up having to lean over as I continue to choke out laughter. Whether this laughter is borne of Ethan’s declaration or out of delirium after having such a previously awful day, I’m not certain; I have a feeling it’s a healthy mixture of both. In my haze of mirth, I don’t quite catch on that I’m the only one laughing. When I’m reduced to chuckles, Grayson clears his throat.

“We’re serious.”

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himecchi · 6 years ago

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I’m glad you’re here, Lance.

Summary: Focuses primarily on Keith and Lance (mostly platonic, but a little bit on the romantic side during some parts), with some serious Shiro moments at the beginning and some fluff at the end. Takes place between the season 6 finale and goes into episode 1 of season 7. Keith is absolutely exhausted after fighting Shiro and saving the universe, and isn’t feeling too hot because of it. This was supposed to be a drabble but it turned into 4k+ words. Also, please note, I haven’t had time to proofread this yet, but I’ll come back tomorrow and fix any grammar/spelling errors then (edit: I just went through and fixed a few things, hopefully it’s all good now). Anyways, I hope you enjoy! :)

He was so happy to have Shiro back. That was all he wanted and, seeing Shiro regain consciousness, Keith felt so relieved. What Keith didn’t realize, however, is that he’d been running on empty since their battle. The only thing sustaining him had been adrenaline and, now that everything had calmed down and Shiro was safe, exhaustion and pain hit him like a truck. The brutal beating he’d taken earlier caught up to him and his entire body ached - his face, where Shiro had punched him, his cheek, where he’d been burned, his back which had been slammed against metal scaffolding… everything just hurt. As if his battle with Shiro hadn’t already taken a heavy toll on him, the fight with Lotor had really taken every last ounce of energy out of him - Keith really was running on empty. He had no strength left in his aching body. He wanted nothing more than to rest, but at the same time, he was still so worried about Shiro. “I can’t rest now,” he thought, “Shiro needs me.” Even so, he found it difficult to ignore the heaviness of his eyelids as they threatened to close at any moment. “Maybe… I can rest for… just a… moment…” Keith’s thoughts trailed off as he felt himself slipping away into dreamland, but before he’d had a chance to close his eyes for more than two seconds, he was jolted awake again by Allura’s voice, “Oh no,” she said, concern heavy in her voice, “Shiro?! Shiro?!” Registering Allura’s urgent tone, Keith immediately snapped back into consciousness. “What is it?!” Keith demanded, “What’s wrong with him?” he asked, eyes wide with worry. “I… I don’t know…” Allura cried, “This body… it appears to be rejecting Shiro’s consciousness.” “Rejecting… Shiro’s consciousness…?” Keith repeated the words in his head as he stood there in complete shock trying to process the situation. “What… what do you mean?” Keith asked, a hollow look glazing over his eyes. “What do you mean ‘rejecting his consciousness’?! What does that mean?!” Keith yelled out, expression changing to anger.

By now, Pidge, Hunk, Lance, Kroila, Romelle, and Coran had surrounded Shiro, Keith, and Allura as they took in the situation. “What do we do, Allura? How do we fix it?! You can fix it, right? Please!” Keith was starting to panic, and he couldn’t contain the desperation in his voice as he spoke. “Hey, man,” Lance placed a hand on Keith’s shoulder, “Calm down, okay? We’ll figure this out, but you need to calm down.” After several moments, the tension in Keith’s body began to relax and he took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment to compose himself. “You’re right. S-sorry about that.” Keith mumbled. “Don’t worry about it, man,” Lance reassured him, then turned to face Allura, “What do we need to do?” Allura paused for a moment, thinking, then spoke, “The cryopod. Put him in the cryopod then move him into the black lion. We can run more tests from there.” Without any hesitation, the team got to work, carefully easing Shiro back into the cryopod and gently moving him into the black lion as Allura had asked. Meanwhile, Keith was still trying to process everything. He’d just fought Shiro - thought he might have to kill Shiro, only to find out that Shiro had been dead since their fight with Zarkon. Now, he’d just gotten Shiro back, only to find out that he might lose him all over again… it was too much. Keith couldn’t keep up. It was all happening too fast. Keith began walking towards the black lion in a daze, still struggling to process everything happening around him.

As Keith entered the black lion, the world just seemed like a chaotic blur. He saw flashes of blue light flickering across Shiro’s pale face as Allura gave out orders, but it all felt fuzzy to him, as if everything were happening in slow motion. Still, his mind was struggling to keep up. Then, as if on cue, a comforting hand on his shoulder suddenly brought him out of his haze as he registered Lance’s voice, “Hey, you okay?” “What?” Keith answered, startled, “Y-yeah. Fine….. How’s Shiro?” He turned to look at Allura, “Is he going to be okay?” The pain in Keith’s voice was palpable and Allura couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. She averted her eyes, looking down at the floor and responded quietly, “I… I don’t know. Only time will tell.” “What?” Keith asked breathily, eyes widening in shock, “N-no… no. He’s okay. He’s going to be okay. He has to be okay!” Keith exclaimed in a combination of fear and desperation as he ran towards Shiro’s pod. “Shiro, you have to fight, okay? Fight! Please,” Keith cried out, hands pressed up against the glass. “I’m not giving up on you!” Keith yelled. He then heard Lance’s voice beside him, “I’m sorry, Keith. I know this must be hard for you.” Suddenly, it was all too much. Everything. All of it. It was just way too much, and Keith couldn’t take it anymore. “Hard?!” He snapped at Lance, “How could you possibly know? How could you possibly understand what this feels like? Have you ever lost a loved one? Been abandoned? How could you possibly know?!” Keith yelled, voice beginning to crack. “Hey now, there’s no need to-” Allura began to speak, but Lance cut her off with a shushing gesture. Lance then pulled Keith into a comforting embrace. “You’re right,” Lance soothed, “I don’t know. I’m sorry. I just want to help.” After several moments, Keith spoke in a soft voice, “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.” “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” Lance replied deepening the hug as he noticed Keith beginning to shake. “Try to calm down, Keith. I know you’re going through a lot right now, but getting yourself all worked up will do you more harm than good,” Lance spoke gently to Keith, “Come on, try to breathe. Just take some deep breaths.” Keith did as he was told, inhaling sharply and exhaling slow. Eventually, after several deep breaths, his breathing evened out. “There you go,” Lance soothed, “That’s better.” Once Lance was certain Keith was calm, he finally broke the hug. Keith turned back towards Shiro, eyebrows furrowing with concern. “Please, Shiro,” Keith whispered, “Fight.” Seeing how torn up Keith was, Lance placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, letting him know that he wasn’t alone. Though Keith didn’t say anything, he was grateful for the comforting contact.

Moment after moment passed by, and nothing changed. Shiro wasn’t getting any better, and Keith could feel the panic beginning to rise once more. He swallowed it down, forcing it out of his system. “Stay calm,” he told himself. “You have to… stay… calm…” Suddenly, Keith’s surroundings looked strangely blurry, and before he could register what was happening, he felt himself falling over. Luckily, due to his quick reflexes, he managed to catch himself, steadying his footing before he actually fell to the ground. “Whoa! Hey,” Lance cried out as he rushed to Keith’s side, “Are you okay? What happened?” “S’nothing,” Keith slurred, “Just felt a little dizzy. That’s all.” “Hey, man,” Lance said, concerned, “You’re lookin’ pretty pale. Maybe you should rest for a bit. We’ll let you know if anything changes with Shir-” “No!” Keith cut him off, “I can’t leave him! He never gave up on me, so I won’t ever give up on him. I’m staying right here until he wakes up.” Lance’s only response was an uncertain look of worry. “I’m fine, okay? Don’t worry about me,” Keith tried to reassure him. “Well… okay,” Lance responded, “If you say so…” He could see the exhaustion in Keith’s features - dark circles punctuating his eyes, droopy eyelids, and a general look of weariness, but he couldn’t bring himself to go against Keith’s wishes. He was genuinely worried about him, but he could also see just how important it was for Keith to stay by Shiro’s side, so he let it slide.

Ticks turned into doboshes, then doboshes into vargas, and Shiro still hadn’t woken up. It was agonizing. Then, without warning, the cryopod suddenly lit up, displaying several different images and stats. “Wh-what’s happening?” Keith asked, concerned. Allura squeezed her eyes shut, a sad look spreading across her face, “I’m afraid… the clone body really is rejecting Shiro’s consciousness.” Keith’s eyes widened, “No,” he breathed out. “Shiro, please!” Keith cried out, slamming his fist against the cryopod, “Fight! You can’t do this to me again!” several ticks passed by as Keith silently pleaded with the universe not to take Shiro away from him. Then, suddenly, the images on the cryopod changed color and the pod opened up. “Shiro,” Keith cried out, disbelief punctuating his voice. “Keith,” Shiro spoke softly, “I was dreaming… Keith, you saved me.” A warm smile spreading across his face, Keith leaned forwards to embrace Shiro, “We saved each other,” he whispered. “Get some rest now, okay?” Keith said, smiling down at Shiro. “Yeah, thanks.” Shiro replied, drifting back to sleep with a peaceful expression.

Now that Shiro was in the clear and all the worry and anxiety and adrenaline had once again faded, Keith realized how awful he actually felt. He’d really pushed himself way past his limit. His head pounded, his body ached, his legs felt shaky, ready to collapse at any moment. Not wanting to cause any alarm, he excused himself, walking through the sliding doors into the corridor. Despite his attempts at being subtle however, the shakiness in Keith’s voice did not go unnoticed by Lance, who got up to follow him.

As soon as Lance was through the sliding doors, he noticed Keith’s unsteady form pressed up against the side of the wall as he trembled violently, barely able to stay upright. “Keith!” Lance called out as he ran towards him, hooking Keith’s arm around his shoulders in order to steady him. “Hey, man. Talk to me! Are you okay?!” Dazed violet orbs gazed up at Lance, and it was clear that Keith was pretty out of it. “L-Lance?” Keith questioned, “..... I think… m’gonna… pass out….” he slurred as his head lobbed to the side and his body went limp in Lance’s arms. “Keith?! Keith?! Hey!” Lance cried out. “Dammit,” he thought, “Not good.” Slowly, he eased Keith down to the floor, cradling his shoulders with one arm and pressing his other hand against Keith’s sweaty forehead. A fever. Definitely not good. “Don’t worry, Keith. I’m gonna take care of you,” Lance whispered, a deeper concern spreading across his face at the sound of Keith’s ragged breathing. Gently, he scooped Keith up in his arms, cradling his head against his chest, and began walking towards Keith’s room.

Carefully, Lance placed Keith down in bed, then removed his paladin armor. After that, he grabbed a cool washcloth, placing it gently across Keith’s burning forehead. “You’re gonna be okay, buddy. Don’t worry. Ol’ Lance will take care of ya,” he says, running a hand through Keith’s sweaty hair. “Dammit,” Lance thought, “Why does he always push himself so hard? Doesn’t he realize that he’s important too?”

After several moments, Keith’s eyes flutter open and dart around the room as he takes in his surroundings. “L-Lance?... Where are we? … What… happened?” Keith asks, struggling to sit up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Keith! Take it easy, man!” Lance reprimands as he gently eases Keith back down to his bed. “Don’t push yourself too hard, okay? You passed out. Got a real bad fever too.” “Wh… what…?” Keith asks, confused. “You need to rest, okay?” Lance says. “But… Shiro….” Keith pants. “Is fine,” Lance assures him, “You, on the other hand…” he trails off. “Look, I know you’re still worried, but right now you’re running on empty, okay? Give yourself a break. You’re always so busy worrying about everyone else… how about you worry about yourself for a change?” Lance says, giving Keith a slight smile. Keith looks up at him, a mixture of shock and confusion spreading across his face. He looks as if he’s contemplating everything Lance has just said to him. Damn. He really does feel awful. Maybe it would be better to rest for a bit. After all, he can barely keep his eyes open. “Well… I guess… maybe you’re right,” Keith grumbles, looking away. A confused expression flickers across Lance’s face. Did Keith just… agree with him? “Uh… y-yeah,” Lance clears his throat, “Yeah. Of course I am. Now get back to sleep, mullet,” he says in a playfully boastful tone, briefly looking in the other direction. When his eyes fall back on Keith, he’s already sound asleep.

Several hours pass and Lance doesn’t leave Keith’s side. He stays with him, changing out the cool washcloth on his forehead every so often and brushing his sweat-soaked bangs away from his face. Keith’s breathing is still ragged, but he seems to be sleeping peacefully for the most part, so Lance feels mostly relieved… that is until Keith suddenly jerks awake, sitting bolt upright, gasping for air. Lance is so startled he nearly falls out of his chair, but quickly regains composure and is immediately at Keith’s side. “Keith, hey. What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Keith’s eyes are rapidly darting around the room, searching for something - for someone. “Sh-Shiro… where’s…?” he pants. “He’s delirious,” Lance notes, eyebrows furrowing together. “Keith, Shiro is okay, remember? He’s fine. He’s just resting.” Lance reassures him, grabbing his hand and rubbing soothing circles into it with his thumb. “Shiro… is… fine…?” Keith says, as if struggling to process what those words mean. “Yes, he is. He’s fine. I promise. Try to calm down now, okay? Take some deep breaths.” Lance begins taking some deep breaths, hoping to encourage Keith to do the same. Eventually, Keith follows suit and, between the deep breaths and Lance’s comforting motions against his hand, Keith begins to calm down and regain his senses.

With the adrenaline gone, Keith’s body suddenly feels unbearably heavy, and he slumps sideways against Lance’s chest. Lance catches him and holds him up, now rubbing his shoulder for comfort. “Lance… I… Sorry about that… just now…” Keith stutters. “Nothing to apologize for, buddy,” Lance reassures him, “How are you feeling?” “Sleepy,” Keith answers honestly. “Alright, get some more rest then.” Lance soothes. “Oh, but first, drink some water, okay? I’m sure you’re probably pretty dehydrated,” Lance says encouragingly. “Here,” Lance reaches down for a water pouch he’d brought earlier. Continuing to support Keith, he opens the pouch and brings it to Keith’s mouth. Keith takes a few sips, savoring the way the cool water slides down his dry throat, soothing his aching body. Within a few minutes, Keith manages to drink the whole thing. “You want some more?” Lance asks him. Keith pauses for a moment, thinking. “No, I’m good. Just... wanna... rest… now...” Keith slurs, eyes already beginning to flutter shut. “Okay, buddy,” Lance smiles, “You do that,” he says as he eases him back into bed. Lance gently tucks Keith in, brushing his bangs aside, and replacing the cool washcloth on his forehead. Lance then strokes Keith’s cheek reassuringly to let him know he’s there. Keith mumbles a bit in response, then leans into the touch, “Feels nice,” he slurs. Lance’s smile deepens and he continues to let Keith rest his cheek against his cool hand.

Keith slept soundly for the rest of the day, waking up around dinner time to find Lance still at his side. “Hey sleepyhead,” Lance greeted, smiling down at him, “How ya feeling?” Although he felt a little better, Keith’s body still felt heavy, drained, weak. He noticed the drowsiness still present in his eyelids and the feverishness of his skin. “Little better,” he replied, forcing a smile. Lance saw right through him. “Come on, Keith! Don’t lie to me. You still look awful,” Lance scolded. Keith groaned, draping a hand across his eyes, “Okay, okay. Sorry. Not so loud,” Keith whined, “You’re right. Still feel pretty weak,” he admitted. Lance gave him a sympathetic look. “You wanna try eating something maybe? Might give you a little strength back,” Lance encouraged, “I’m sure Hunk would be happy to make you something.” At Lance’s words, a light bulb went off in Keith’s brain: he hadn’t even realized how hungry he was. The past few days had been so stressful that he’d completely forgotten to eat. Concern, fear, and adrenaline had all but consumed him and, by the time everything had calmed down, he’d been so physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted that food was the furthest thing from his mind... but now that Lance mentioned it, Keith was starving. “Y-Yeah… actually, that’d be great,” he smiled slightly. At this, Lance’s face seemed to light up. “O-Okay!” he stuttered, almost as if he hadn’t been expecting Keith to take him up on the offer, “I-I’ll go tell Hunk to make you something then! Hang tight!” he called as he darted out of Keith’s room and into the hallway. Keith smiled to himself, thankful to have Lance here to take care of him, then let his eyes rest while he waited for the food.

Suddenly, a slender hand was gently shaking him awake. “Keith, hey buddy. Wake up. Food’s ready,” Lance called out to him softly. Keith’s eyes fluttered open as his foggy mind began to adjust to being awake again. “Hey,” Lance smiled, “Can you sit up?” he asked. “Y-Yeah…” Keith stammered, unsure if he actually could. His body honestly just felt completely drained. Slowly, Keith brought his arms back to stabilize himself as he moved to sit up. As he began to push his body forwards, Lance noticed Keith arms shaking considerably and moved forwards to catch him just as Keith’s right arm gave out. “Ease, mullet. You can ask for help, you know? Don’t push yourself too hard.” Lance said reassuringly. Keith looked away for a moment, then paused and looked back at Lance, “Thanks,” he said with a slightly awkward look on his face. “You think you’re up to eating with the others?” Lance asked, “They’re all worried about you.” “Mmm,” Keith hummed, closing his eyes for a moment, “Yeah, that sounds nice.” “Alright,” Lance smiled, “Hold onto me, okay?” “Mhhmmm,” Keith mumbled as Lance helped Keith onto his back and brought him out into the paladins’ common area.

“Hey, Keith’s here,” Pidge said, smiling. “Oh my,” Allura chimed in, “He doesn’t look like he’s doing too well, though.” “Don’t worry!” Hunk encouraged, “He’ll be fine once he gets some of this space lasagna I made for him.” Hunk paused for a moment, “At least I think this is lasagna… we didn’t exactly have lasagna noodles so I kinda just used these circle-y noodle things… yeah, I don’t know... but hey, it still tastes awesome!” he said, giving his signature wide smile. “I’m sure it’s great, Hunk,” Keith said softly, still exhausted and not having enough energy to speak at his usual volume. Keith then smiled to himself as he closed his eyes. Listening to his fellow paladins - his friends - as they spoke around him was somehow soothing. “Wow,” Hunk said, eyes narrowing, “Sick Keith is oddly very kind…” “He’s always kind,” Shiro chuckled, “He just doesn’t know how to show it.” Shiro. That was Shiro’s voice. Keith hadn’t even registered that Shiro was among the other paladins in the room. Keith had assumed he’d still be resting. At the sound of Shiro’s warm, familiar voice, Keith felt himself instantly perk up. “Sh-Shiro?” he asked from Lance’s back. “Hey, Keith,” Shiro smiled affectionately, “How you doing?” It was all too much. A strong mixture of happiness and relief washed over Keith in that moment and he felt tears slipping past his eyes. He buried his face into Lance’s back and, in response, Lance glanced over his shoulder and gave a soft chuckle. “See?” Lance whispered to Keith, “Shiro’s really alright. You saved him, Keith. You did it.” Keith gave a silent nod of thanks as the tears continued to soak into the back of Lance’s shirt. Lance shifted slightly to hide Keith from view and, thankfully for Keith, no one else seemed to notice his tears.

After a few moments, Keith lifted his head again, letting Lance know that he was okay now - and just in time, as Coran called out, “I don’t mean to be rude, but are you two going to join us or is standing in that formation some type of Earth tradition I’m unfamiliar with?” “Nothing like that,” Lance chuckled out, “We’re coming.” Carefully, Shiro helped Lance ease Keith onto the couch. He sat between Lance and Shiro, leaning against Shiro’s arm. It was warm and comforting - Shiro’s presence. He’d been so scared - so unbearably afraid - that he would lose him, so leaning against his arm was soothing. It reassured him that Shiro was actually here. Keith could feel him. He was real and, as long as he continued to rest his head on Shiro’s arm, he could be sure that Shiro wasn’t going anywhere. Shiro’s warm, familiar presence to his right and Lance’s comforting presence to his left, Keith felt completely at ease.

Several moments passed and Shiro suddenly became aware of a quivering against his arm. It was Keith. “Keith?” Shiro questioned softly, “Are you cold?” Keith mumbled incoherently, then gave a small nod. Shiro looked as if he was about to stand up, then Lance chimed in, “I’ll go get a blanket,” he offered, “Don’t move him,” he told Shiro with a smile, “He look comfortable.” “Sure,” Shiro smiled back, “Thanks.”

A few minutes later, Lance returned with a large, fluffy blanket in hand. He gently draped it around Keith’s shoulders. Keith, who’d had his eyes closed, opened them slightly as the comforting warmth made contact with his shivering body. “Thanks,” he said, smiling up at Lance. “Anything for you, bud,” Lance replied. Keith gave a small, happy sounding noise, then closed his eyes again.

A few more minutes went by, and finally, the lasagna was ready. Shiro and Lance helped Keith sit upright, and Keith managed to steady himself enough to eat on his own. Thankfully, Hunk had been considerate enough to cut Keith’s piece up into smaller bites so he wouldn’t have to worry about using a fork and knife. Keith managed to eat the entire thing, and he was grateful to find that a bit of his strength had returned to him. In spite of this however, he was in massive sleep debt and his entire being was still extremely exhausted, so he let himself lean back up against Shiro and closed his eyes as the lively, bustling common space slowly turned to a dull roar, and then to silence.

“He really is tired, huh?” Pidge stated, quizzically. “Of course he is,” Shiro replied softly, “After all, he saved me, then had to go save an entire universe right after that… not to mention he stayed by my side the entire time until I woke up. He’s barely gotten any rest at all,” Shiro hummed, running a hand through Keith’s hair. “You did well, buddy,” Lance said, patting Keith’s sleeping form on the shoulder. In response, Keith breathed in deeply, then let out a contented sigh. Shiro suddenly made a face, “He still feels a bit feverish, though. Should we take him back to his room?” Seeing how at ease Keith looked tucked against Shiro’s chest, Lance realized how important Shiro’s presence was for Keith, especially right now after everything he’d been through. “Nah,” Lance replied, “He looks happy. Let’s just let him sleep. I’ll go get a fresh washcloth for him. That should be enough to help with the fever.” With that, Lance jogged off.

All the clean washcloths appeared to be dirty, and it took Lance a few doboshes to find a usable one. Eventually he made his way back to the commonspace, but by the time he got back, it appeared all the other paladins had turned in for the night. It was just him, Shiro, and Keith. Lance walked over to where Shiro and Keith sat on the couch - Keith’s sleeping form curled up against Shiro’s warmth, head resting in his lap - and placed the washcloth gently on Keith’s forehead, careful not to wake him. Shiro appeared to be sleeping too, so Lance turned to leave, but stopped in his tracks at the sound of Shiro’s voice. “Hey, why don’t you stay for a bit?” he whispered. “Oh… uhhh… guess I didn’t want to, you know… ruin the moment?” Lance said awkwardly. “Nonsense,” Shiro smiled, gesturing towards the couch. Lance paused for a moment, unsure what to do, but eventually made his way over to the couch, sitting down quite a distance away, then awkwardly scooting closer to the two. Shiro gave Lance a reassuring smile, then let his eyes close as he fell back asleep. “Somehow… this feels awkward,” Lance thought to himself as he slid down to the floor. His head was now even with Keith’s head, which was still resting in Shiro’s lap. He moved in closer to adjust the washcloth on Keith’s forehead in order to prevent it from falling off. “There we go,” he whispered. He looked around the dark, empty room and began to fiddle with his thumbs. “Maybe I really should leave,” he thought. Just as he was about to stand up, he heard Keith stir. “L-Lance?” Keith mumbled sleepily. “Oh… hey, bud. How’re you doing? Feel a little better?” Lance asked softly. “Hmmm? Yeah, a little,” Keith said in a tired daze, “I didn’t realize you were here,” he mused. “Oh… uh… yeah, sorry. I’ll get go-” Lance began, but Keith’s sleepy voice cut him off, “M’glad you’re here, Lance,” Keith slurred with a small content smile on his face as his tired hand reached out to grab Lance’s. “Thanks,” Keith murmured, “For everything.” Lance’s eyes widened with a mixture of shock and joy. “Anything for you, mullet,” Lance replied, gently touching his head affectionately to Keith’s, “Feel better.” Keith had already fallen asleep, but managed to respond with a contented sigh. After a few more ticks had passed, Lance fell asleep too, right by Keith’s side.

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tgu1994 · 4 years ago

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Insecurities

Mostly everyone has something about themselves they aren’t pleased with - their hair, their big ears, their crooked teeth, height, smelly feet. There is something about ourselves where we always find something that we can’t stand. I personally, anyway, have not ever met anyone 100% happy with everything about themselves.

I feel a lot of girls start feeling insecure about themselves very early on, late elementary to early middle school years (in the US, anyway) and it perpetuates into our teen and young adult years. It can be simple like bad teeth, acne, frizzy hair - things you can likely fix with braces, creams, and anti-frizz spray. But there are things you can’t change - if you don’t like how you have a very freckled face, your big feet, a deep voice. I started noticing my deficits in about 5th grade or so - I wasn’t exactly hitting puberty like the other girls were, and I was embarrassed by it. Soon after, I became aware of my crooked front teeth (braces weren’t a financial option in my family), my big forehead, my one droopy eyelid. I really didn’t like how I looked, I felt very gross in my own body. I hid my tiny, flat frame in big baggy clothes, oversized school sweaters, kept my hair long and with bangs. I didn’t smile a lot at school, I tried to be very quiet. Going into high school, some of these things were *somewhat* remedied, but the majority of them I still struggle with.

As a woman in her mid-20s, I can still say that I really, really dislike my body. I’ve got curves now, but now I feel I have too much, and I can’t seem to shed the weight. So I continue to hide my body in even bigger, oversized clothing. I don’t wear tanktops because I hate my arms (and one of them has a large scar from an accident years ago). I won’t wear dresses (though I think I’d be far more comfortable in them since I hate the heat) and I don’t do skirts, either. I’ve had this picture in my head for years and years and years, of the girl/woman I should look like, but I don’t, and can’t seem to. These images have made me feel so insecure, and I can’t seem to get past them. Sometimes I wake up in the morning thinking “I’m going to wear this top today, it looks so good on me!,” and then I’m walking the halls at work feeling so exposed, so open to the world to see me and see all that I’m not and too much of what I am.

A lot of these insecurities could probably have been fixed at a young age if I had had someone to talk to about these things. I have such awful dysphoria about my body at this point in life, I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever feel okay in my own skin. Body image and body positivity weren’t really anything we talked about in my school, so I feel I missed out on some crucial insights that maybe could have helped me where I am today. At this point, its just a matter of dealing with it and hoping no one talks to me when I’m feeling so damn insecure.

#toughgrowingup #insecurities #insecure #bodyimage #bodypositivity #dysphoria

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velvetchen · 7 years ago

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Dynamic | pt. ii

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Scenario: Superhero AU Pairing: Chen/Reader Word Count: 3009 Rating: T (warning for language)

Summary: You’re the leading superhero of the city, and you’ve fought Dynamo for years. It’s the way it should be - good vs. evil, hero vs. villain. But what happens when a bigger evil threatens everything?

<< previous part x next part >>

The alarm blares, startling you out of your sleep. Then your phone alarm rings, too, and it’s halfway across the room, so you have to get out of bed and turn it off. You’re completely groggy, your eyelids sticking together like paper. You’re about to lie down for five more minutes – it was a Saturday, wasn’t it - when you remember what it is and groan.

Orientation.

Not yours, of course. Your classes already started two weeks ago. No, this was for the elementary school you volunteered at. You’d be meeting all the parents today, so you had to be dressed professionally. Groaning again, you stumble towards the bathroom. It’s six-thirty. In the mirror, you see your droopy eyes and drool crusting over your chin. You brush and then step into the shower, turning the water as cold as it goes, hoping it’ll shock you awake.

Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed up past midnight sewing your cape. But you were invited to an inauguration in a few days, and it had to be ready by then. Kyungsoo was even helping you with some programmed LED lighting that would look really cool – lighting up the cape in flashy patterns. It was only for public appearances, of course. You’d be damned if you actually fought with a cape. You’d probably cut it up with your blade on accident.

Sighing, you finish up your shower and dry off, stepping out wrapped in only a towel. Kyungsoo isn’t home, and Jennie hadn’t come back last night, so you were alone. You hum as you get dressed – a tune that turns into a song as you pull on your formal pants and button up your shirt. Then you do your makeup nice and simple and finish off with some perfume. It's seven-thirty when you put on your blazer and stand at the front door.

You don’t have a car, of course. Who needs a car when you can teleport? After making sure you have everything ready and shoving some toast in your mouth you close your eyes, think of the shed, and blink yourself there. It's close enough to the school to walk, but far enough away that nobody sees you. You step out and make your way down the street for the second time in two days.

When you reach the school, you're relieved to see that you're early. Miss Park is there already, making sure the classroom looks good. The handprint art the kids did a few days ago is pinned up on a clothesline across the room, and the bulletin boards are covered in older work.

“Hi, Y/N! Sorry, I didn't notice you come in,” Miss Park says. “You're early, that's good. Can you do me a favor and just tidy up that paperwork on the desk, thanks!” She flashes you a smile and hurries out the door. You're alone in the room, so you blink yourself around the room, putting away papers there, cleaning up here. You're done by the time she gets back.

“Oh, done? Good,” she smiles. “The first parents are arriving.” You follow her outside to greet them.

Miss Park isn't that much older than you - still in university, maybe twenty-four or something. Still, she looks younger, childish even. She's so fun with the children, and you love chatting with her during breaks.

“There,” she gestures down the hallway. “Hello, I'm Miss Park…” The introductions trail off as they go on, and finally you've been introduced to all the parents.

Everyone's seated inside the classroom, the kids all quiet, Miss Park ready to start talking. There's a knock at the door. She gestures for you to open it.

Staring at you is the guy from yesterday, and next to him is tiny Minah, cheeks red and puffy from crying. He doesn't seem to recognize you in your fancier clothes, his gaze instead passing over to Miss Park, apologetic and with the same pout he had yesterday. “Sorry I’m late,” he says, wincing. “We had a bad morning and Minah wouldn't stop crying-”

“No problem,” says Miss Park, gesturing for them to join the rest of the group. She starts off with the orientation, but you're staring at him - Jongdae. His black hair is combed but messed up and his dress shirt is a little disheveled, but he's listening intently and his hands rest protectively on Minah’s shoulders, calming her down.

Your guess yesterday was that he couldn't be much older than you. But he was a father already? He must be much older than you first thought.

He catches your eyes on him and meets your gaze, and you watch him take in your face and realize who you are. The corners of his mouth lift before he turns his attention back to the orientation.

You catch him in the hallway afterward - or rather, you bump into each other again.

“Oh, hey,” he says, nonchalant. “Y/N, right?”

“Yes, that's me,” you say, fixing the shoulder strap on your bag. “Small world, right?” His smile relaxes and you continue. “I mean, I had no idea you were a parent here.”

“I - uh, Minah’s my niece,” he says, scratching at the back of his head. “My brother couldn't make it today, he’s busy. So I brought her.”

“Ah, of course” you reply awkwardly. “I thought you were a little young to have a daughter in first grade.”

“Right, I’m still in uni,” he laughs again. “You?”

“Oh, I just volunteer here,” you say. “I’m also a student.”

The conversation surprisingly goes smoothly, and by the end of the orientation you've exchanged numbers. He promises to text you, and you - as subtly as you can - bring up the idea of going to lunch.

“I can't today,” he frowns and checks his watch. “I have to drop off Minah, then I have...plans.”

“That’s all right,” you say as casually as possible. Stupid. He probably doesn't want to. “See you around then.”

You get the ping a little while later, just as you're finishing up lunch, on the National Superhero Network radar. Chaos downtown, a jewelry store hijacked and the owner held at ransom. The attacker disabled all the surveillance without any hassle and made away with some of the most expensive antique jewels.

It reeks of one thing - Dynamo.

You quickly pay for lunch and hurry to the bathroom, which is thankfully empty, before you blink yourself into the shed. There you step into your supersuit, paste the mask over your face, and tie up your hair. Purple contacts replace your glasses. Your Blades strap to your back, your extra gun at your hip. With so many years of practice, you’ve learnt to do this in under three minutes.

Then you blink yourself to the scene. It doesn't matter who sees, because you're Rush now. The unstoppable superhero. Dynamo’s arch nemesis. You grin and blink forward, appearing and disappearing over short distances until you reach the scene to conserve your energy.

You were right - it is Dynamo. There's a crackling fence of electricity surrounding everything. When you blink past it and into the jewelry shop, there's the familiar black-clad figure, the telltale scorpion embossed on the suit.

“Couldn't even wait a day to see me? Talk about desperate,” you call out. He turns to face you, and you feel him grin again. It's like a charge in the air.

“Ah, my lady has arrived at last,” he says and then your wrists are suddenly bound together by a thick rope of lightning. Your ankles, too.

“A jewelry heist,” you jab, trying not to look like you're bothered by this development. “So original. You really can't come up with anything else?”

He tightens the lightning-ropes and you wince, remembering the shock from yesterday. “I mean, last time was a bank robbery. Before that, another fucking bank robbery. Don't you get tired? I know I do.” You fake an exaggerated yawn as you try pulling your wrists apart.

Zzzzzzzp. You hiss. You're really trapped.

“What can I say?” Dynamo says, stepping closer. “The mafia’s been avoiding me recently, and I ran out of businesses to embezzle weeks ago. Besides,” He leans in, and you can actually hear his breathing inside his helmet. “There's just something romantic about meeting you in a jewelry store, isn’t there?” Fingers go down your spine. A burst of electricity follows, and you bite your tongue to keep from crying out in pain.

Now that was low. Maybe it was revenge for yesterday.

He walks away, over to where the jewelry store employees and bystanders are incapacitated in the same way as you, except they all have gags, too. You eye Dynamo. If you could distract him...it must be taking a lot of his concentration to maintain so many binds.

Think fast!

“Well?” you taunt. “Aren't you going to fight me? Or are you just scared I’ll beat you in front of the whole city...again?” The shock was making your nerves buzz, there was no way you’d be focused long enough to blink out of them.

“You're just going to tie me up and say it's a victory? That's a cheap victory and you know it,” you say, and he turns around to face you once more, hands crackling with lightning.

“Okay, you want a fight?”

“Damn right I want a fight.”

He doesn't wait another second, just flings a ball of lightning at your chest. This time you don't see it coming and blink away a second too late, reappearing sprawled on the floor and groaning in pain as residual sparks light up your body. “Fucking hell,” you groan. “Ass. You do that every time.”

“And you get hit every time. Sucks for you.”

Ignoring the aftershocks, you blink behind him immediately, arm wrapping around his neck in a chokehold. Electricity courses down your body again, a strong current that makes your muscles twitch, but you hold tighter. You can hear him gasping for air. The current gets stronger and you push the both of you forward until you hit the ground with an oof. Dynamo groans.

“There,” you pant, still wincing from the shocks. “Fucking finally.”

“If you wanted me under you so bad, you could have just asked.” His laugh is mixed with a cough as he rolls over and you stand up, putting your wedge-heeled boot on his chest.

“I could have, but where’s the fun in that?” You bat your eyelashes at him, then step off. “Come on, time to get out of here.”

He stands up watching you for a second. Then he shrugs, grabs the bag of jewels, and flies off.

“Hey, I meant without the jewels, you son of a -” Muttering under your breath, you sprint forward, drawing your Blades as you follow him. Damn Hoverboots! You really should have got some.

Blinking higher through the air, you follow after him as fast as you can, leaping from roof to roof, blinking onto windowsills and light poles as you go higher up. Soon you’re leaping from the top of the skyscrapers, a good fifty feet above him. Your blades are in your hands - two long katana-like swords, lined with glowing lasers to cut through anything. The third one, a ring shaped Blade that you wielded like a really sharp Frisbee, is still strapped to your back.

Hmm, maybe you’d try that one. Switching weapons quickly, you blink up to a good vantage point and fling it towards him. Dynamo spins around as it reaches him, catching it in a web of electricity and flinging it back at you. It slows down enough for you to catch it as it recognizes the sensors in your suit. Scowling, you throw it again, this time tumbling through the air and blinking forward so when he dodges it - just barely, you note smugly - and rebounds off the asphalt below, you blink into just the right position for you to catch it and throw it again.

You vault forward to match its speed, ricocheting off the nearest building and blinking into existence right behind Dynamo, just as the Blade thunks into his armored shoulder. You wrap your arm around his neck again, and you plummet to the ground together.

Dynamo’s Hoverboots kick in at the last second and you come to rest gently on solid ground again.

“I’ll take that,” you say, retrieving the bag of jewels. “And that.” You pull your Blade out of his shoulderplate and strap it back on.

“Ow,” he rolls his shoulder. “That's going to leave a bruise.”

You grin. “Something to remember me by, so you don't call me back for a toy store robbery just so you can see me again.”

He’s sulking, you can tell.

You wink at him and blink off, speeding back along the ground towards the store. Along the way you can hear cheers, shouts of your name, and you slow down in places to wave or sign autographs.

“Mom, look, it's Rush,” says a little girl wearing a shirt with a cartoon of you on it. When the merchandise started rolling out, you were more than a little overwhelmed. Only the big leagues got that kind of hype - Archangel, Glamour Girl, Whirlwind - you’d grown up with their action figurines, their faces advertising things and plastered on the covers of magazines. When you joined them, it felt ethereal.

“Hey, little superhero,” you say, going up to the girl and taking the pen and paper she gives you. “How are you today?” You sign the paper and step back, blowing her a kiss. Then you blink and are on your way.

It wasn’t just Dynamo and the other villains you had to fight. With them, your life - and their lives - were never really in danger. It was just a show of good trumps bad, light beats dark. It was a show of hope for the people. That's why you’d never kill Dynamo, or he’d never kill you.

It was the smaller things, like saving people from fires, helping people in disasters, stopping the back alley muggings and murders. That was the stuff that threatened you. That was the stuff they never telecast on the media unless you were successful, and if you weren't - if you were injured or killed, they covered it up.

Heroes were hope. They couldn't lose that, and it made the pressure huge sometimes. You wished it was all just fun and games.

You stop by a few more people, shaking hands and smiling. A small crowd by a supermarket calls out to you, and you blink over, smiling.

A teenage girl gets a kiss on the cheek. An old man gets an autograph. The next person, though, surprises you.

You almost say his name, but catch yourself at the last second. Instead you bite your tongue and smile again. “Autograph?”

“I, yeah. I’m a big fan.” Jongdae smiles shyly and holds out a tablet. Oh god, you’re blushing. Thank god for the mask.

You sign it and hand it over. When your fingers brush, it sends familiar tingles up your arm. Pulling away as quickly as you can, you hurry and blink back to the jewelry shop.

After returning everything and making sure everyone was okay, you reappear in the shed and slump down on the floor, not bothering to take off your suit yet. Using your powers drained you and made you drowsy, but a quick nap and some sugar usually fixed it.

Here isn't the place for a nap, though, you tell yourself, and pull yourself to your feet. Peeling your suit off limb by limb, then your mask, then your contacts. You dress in your regular clothes and step out again, walking as casually as you can down the street and to the main road, where you can catch a bus to your apartment. Thankfully, you don’t encounter anyone on the way, and soon enough you’re at your door, fumbling with your keys.

You can’t wait to go take a nap, but you have to eat something first, so you grab some ice cream out of the freezer. Not the healthiest option, but hey, you just saved the day, right?

“Hey, Y/N, when did you get back?” your roommate Jennie asks, walking into the kitchen. She looks like an absolute mess, her hair plastered to her head and makeup streaking down her face. She’s still in party clothes from the night before, a bright red bandage dress that’s half-unzipped.

“Just now,” you reply through a mouthful of mint chocolate chip. “You look like death. How was last night?”

“Insane,” she says, but with a groan. “I was dead drunk, couldn’t even walk. Someone took me home and I woke up in bed with another couple.” She shakes her head. “I have, like, the worst hangover of all time.”

You hold out your ice cream and an extra spoon, and she takes it. “Thanks. Ugh. How was your day?”

“Usual. Wait, I met this guy. He’s nice as hell and he gave me his number.” Your phone buzzes. “Shit, I think that might be him.” Jennie leans over to look at your screen as you open up the message.

[unknown]: Hey Y/N it’s Jongdae! ^-^ [unknown]: Sorry I turned you down today, do you want to get brunch tomorrow?

“Wow, that was fast,” Jennie says, raising her eyebrows. “Say yes, what are you waiting for?”

You: No problem, I’d love to! What time?

Jongdae is typing . . .

You bite your lip.

Jongdae: Does 9 30 work for you? You: 9 30 is perfect, I’ll see you then :)

The phone screen fades to black. For the first time, you actually have a date. You’ve been asked several times, sure, but you always turned them down – what if you had to leave halfway? What if you keep having to leave halfway? You blow the hair out of your face, thinking. This was just brunch, right? What was the worst that could happen?

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guessmonsta · 7 years ago

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This is going to be the weirdest ask ever- but I think you might like it! If not, you can ignore! Can you do a fairytale AU where a 'monster' (Tendou) is the outcast of a very rich, proper royal society? Everyone's always beating him down and trying to kick him out until he meets the Princess and she saves him and befriends him (The Monster probably has a huge crush on her too) Thank you!

I wanted to do so so so much with this ask but chopped it off or else it would’ve been like, 30,000 words. Somebody, please request a part two, three, four and five. I love this ask.

Solace was the only thing he’d been reaching for his entire life. Although, the back alley behind a merchant’s warehouse where he lay was anything but. The mob had left hours ago, but in the back of his mind, he could still see their faces, the knives, the torches. Over the past few years he’s managed to escape them quite well, but they got him today. The right side of his shirt had been burned, crumbling off in little ashes every time he touched it. The skin underneath wound up worse. He imagined getting stabbed would hurt less than this. It oozed of blood and he was sure the inner layer of his skin was exposed, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Another civilian had got his ankle with his sword, so it wasn’t like he could get up and ask for help. Not like anyone would help him, regardless. This man had a lot of names. The Monster, Il Diavolo, It, were just a few he was most known for, but his name was Satori. Satori Tendou, the kingdom’s notorious reject.

Satori didn’t know how he wound up being The Monster. He was human, at least, he definitely looked like one. He figured it was his red hair, or red eyes, that gave him such an image. Maybe it was because he was so scrawny, and so tall, with long limbs and droopy eyes and pale skin. Maybe he was The Monster because people were just rude to those who were different. Satori liked to think that they were the real monsters, in the end. But they weren’t, and he knew that. They were rich people, normal people, with families and friends and lived in the city. They all looked relatively the same and talked and walked and thought the same. They were basic, and that was what separated them from him.

Satori felt like he was going to end up dying here. The blood that was pooling from his ankle had finally dried up, but the evidence of how much he had lost was splayed across the concrete. There were black spots dancing in his vision, and he felt so lightheaded that he wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. All it took was a small flutter of his eyelids, and he was out.

There was a moment when Satori had woken up in the middle of the night. He could see the stars and moon above him, but as much as he tried to move, he was stuck. His eyes darted around him to see that he was, in fact, still trapped inside the back alley. He mustered up the strength to prop himself up on his elbows, groaning as he finally forced his back up against the wall. He had no clue how he was ever going to get out of here without being stopped again. He hoped that early tomorrow morning only The Judgers would be out. Satori had established that there were two types of people in this world. The Judgers, and The Harmers. The Judgers were the people who sent him dirty looks on the street, pushing their children close to their side if he so much as walked past them. They didn’t care about his existence, and he was fine with that. The Harmers were the people who wouldn’t waste a second to spit on him, or hit him with a broom. The Harmers were the people who cared so much about his existence, they wanted him dead, and it really made no sense.

Satori had noticed that, in the city, the night was so much more peaceful than the day. The forest wasn’t too far and the owls coos filled the night, frogs and crickets chirped away at will, not even for a second afraid of what might catch them. All was serene, until he heard footsteps. They were coming down the side of the back alley, the shadow of the person splayed across the brick wall. The footsteps were light, dainty even, but that didn’t stop Satori from being terrified. He had nowhere to hide, and he couldn’t even move, regardless. The person who was coming would just have to put up with him being there. He hoped that maybe they would even kill him. But what he saw wasn’t menacing, it was anything but. It was a girl in a green cloak and a black dress, holding a satchel close to her chest. She looked lost, afraid, even, and Satori almost felt pity for her.

She hadn’t quite noticed him yet as she walked down the alley. That, or she was just choosing to ignore him. She had nowhere else to go, it was a dead end, so he wondered what in the world she could possibly be doing. The chances of her not even being real were high as well. He was feeling sick and had lost a lot of blood, this could all be a trick being played by his mind. But it wasn’t.

When she finally saw him sitting there, all she did was stare. It was intense, her mouth agape and her hands shaking around the bag she held. In less than a second it was dropped, and much to his surprize, she began sprinting. Satori prepared to get a swift kick to the stomach, or maybe even a blow to his head, but when he looked up at her and saw nothing but worry in her eyes, he sat back. She didn’t want to hurt him.

She slowed to a halt and kneeled down in front of him, pulling his bony hand into hers. It was almost like she couldn’t form words, her mouth just opening and closing in shock. Satori would be lying if he said he wasn’t confused.

“This is going to sound very rude, and I’m terribly sorry, but you’re…” She rambled, taking a deep sigh in between her words. “You’re The Monster, right?”

All her could do was nod. She nodded back, sighed a quick, “thank you God”, and without warning, propped his leg up on her lap.

“I swear to God I told those buffoons to stop hurting you!” She started yelling, mostly at herself. She threw her cloak off of her shoulders and tugged at the sleeve of her dress until it ripped off. “They don’t listen to me! Is it because I’m a girl? I know I’m not the queen yet, but God! Could they pay their superior a bit of respect! Garbage! Garbage human beings!”

Satori could only watch her as she continued to scold herself, wrapping his ankle up with her torn up sleeve. If he wasn’t so delirious, he would’ve been absolutely amused.

“Who… what?” Was all Satori could manage to say. He attempted to sit up but the burn on his stomach stung when he tried to push forward. He opted to leaning back again.

“I’m sorry, this is probably really confusing.” She shook her head. She gently laid his leg back down on the ground, and grabbed his hand. “I don’t know if you know this, but you’re quite notorious around these parts. Word of you reached the palace last week and it just pissed me off! I tried to find you sooner but my father wouldn’t let me go out and look. I made an announcement to the lot to leave you the hell alone, but clearly their skulls are too thick to let my words pass through! I swear, next person to lay a land on you gets publically executed! By me!”

Satori continued to stare at her in confusion. He shook his head, and almost laughed.

“I’m sorry, miss. But who are you?”

Her face went blank for a moment, and all she could do was stare at the wall in front of her.

“I must’ve sounded like such an idiot, I’m sorry.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “My head is so inflated I assume everyone must know who I am. I’m the princess, Princess __.”

Satori was definitely stunned now. The princess, the real, royal blooded princess of this terrible kingdom, was caring about him. His heart started beating faster, his nerves going haywire. His breathing kicked up and he had to look anywhere, anywhere but those eyes boring into his. This was too much for him right now. He didn’t deserve a Deus Ex Machina. Especially, not one that was a princess.

“Why’re you doing this?” Was all he could ask. Her hand tightened around his, and Satori couldn’t help but marvel at how nice it felt. It was soft, gentle. He couldn’t remember the last time somebody had touched him to be kind.

“Well, it’s my duty as princess to make this place better off in the long run. Plus… I kind’ve taken an interest in you.”

“But why?” He asked again. “I’m The Monster.”

“You’re not a monster.” She shook her head. She was rubbing circles across his cracked skin and it nearly made him jump. “A little odd, yes, but I can relate. What’s your name? Your real name.”

“Satori.” he muttered, without hesitation.

“Satori.” she whispered back, smiling and letting her eyes fall to the floor. She was silent for a moment, thinking about something.

“I’m sorry I’m touching you so much.” She peeped, suddenly. “I’m just happy you’re alive.”

Satori pursed his lips and looked towards the ground. There was money, or something, involved with this, wasn’t there? She was the princess for God’s sake. This wasn’t a fairytale where suddenly, his shitty life was to be fixed by someone so rich and beautiful. He refused to believe this was actually happening. He wanted to ask another question, but opted to staying silent.

“Do you… do you have anywhere to go?” she asked, suddenly. She still refused to let go of his hand. It irked him just a little bit. He shook his head.

“I know it sounds intrusive, but would you like to come home with me?” Satori’s eyes widened as he shook his head furiously.

“I couldn’t, Princess. The palace is not my place.”

“Too bad, you’re coming anyways.” She smiled brightly, but Satori could see that deep down, it was fake. “We need to get your wounds covered properly before it’s too late.”

She stood up and brushed her skirt off, although it really did nothing to the state of it. She held her hand out for him to grab, but he shook his head again.

“Princess, I’ll only agree to come with you if you tell me why you’re so nervous.” He looked up at her with sharp eyes and a frown. She paused, the corners of her mouth turning downwards.

“But I’m not-”

“Are you afraid of me, princess? Is that it?” He hummed, grabbing her hand and shuffling onto his feet. His ankle almost gave out under him, but he stumbled through it. He loomed over her for a moment, his turn to look down upon her. “Are you doing this so you look like a hero? Did someone pay you? You probably can’t wait to tell all your friends about how you saved some peasant, hm? Get a pat on the back for being a good person?” Satori noticed how the frown on her face morphed into a small smirk.

“You don’t scare me, Satori, if that’s what you’re thinking.” She shrugged, stepping away from him. “And I’m not trying to turn you into my charity case either. In my defense, I’m already egotistical enough, I don’t need more people praising me. I’m doing this because I think you’re interesting. I wasn’t lying about that.”

“And why in the world would you think I’m interesting?”

__ sighed, bending over to pick her cloak off the ground.

“I’m sorry, but you have trust issues, don’t you?” She muttered, softly, looking up at him with even gentler eyes than before. He said nothing. Of course he had trust issues. He had issues in general. Everyone he had ever talked to in the past fifteen years of his life either insulted him or beat him, she out of all people should realize that.

“Please trust me, Satori. I know it would be rude to say I understand what you’re going through, but I can sympathize well enough. I think you’re interesting because you’ve gone through things I haven’t. It’s nice to live the easy life but… I always feel like I’m cheating. I’m not a real person. I’ve never had to go through any hardships. I’m just surviving, I’m not living. You do so much and have probably gone through so much… That’s why you interest me, because you’re real.”

Satori nodded slowly, not knowing if it would be okay for him to grab her hand as she did before.

“I trust you, Princess.”

She flashed him a giddy smile, and closed the space between their hands.

“Do you think you can walk up to where the palace is? I’m sorry I don’t have anything with me. I kind’ve sneaked out.”

“Princess, may I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Why do you apologize so much? It’s not like you’re doing anything wrong.” He inquired.

“Force of habit…” She paused for a moment, then sniffled. “I almost apologized again.”

Satori shook his head. “‘S alright.”

The silence that followed seemed odd. He couldn’t tell if it was awkward or comforting. He felt eyes watching him from windows, but the princess’ hand in his assured him. It was a long walk back to the palace, and by the time they returned, the sun was peeking up on the horizon. Walking up to such a place was intimidating, especially when the door was lined with knights. Knights who looked as if they wanted his blood.

“Good morning, Tsutomu, Eita, Wakatoshi! How are you today?” She asked them politely, and Satori couldn’t help but notice the drastic change in the tone of her voice.

“Princess, where have you been?” The knight at the far right of the line, presumably Wakatoshi, had growled. He looked absolutely angry, intimidating. Satori wouldn’t doubt it if he was told he was the strongest the kingdom had.

“Out.” She responded to his question with a fake smile.

“You snuck out? Why would you sneak out? What if you got killed or caught or kidnapped! Do the king and queen know about this?” The black haired knight was the next to go off on her, but __ didn’t seem to mind.

“They won’t know about this if you don’t tell them.” __ had continued her bantering with the two knights on the end, but the one in the middle was staring him down. His gaze was cold, his expression, colder. Satori knew it was a bad idea to follow her here. That was until the knight nodded in his direction, and began to focus on the princess.

“Princess.” The middle man interrupted the black haired knight, hitting him in the arm to do so. “Is this why you sneaked out? For The Monster?”

“I actually just wanted to find a stray cat to bring in, but he was better.” She nodded. “And in this house, we do not refer to him as such. His name is Satori.”

Satori felt awkward. There was a certain tension coming off of the middle man still, but Wakatoshi seemed to be welcoming. The other was giving him a stare of amusement and anger at the same time.

“Well, Satori, it looks like you put a fight up against somebody.” The middle man smiled. “Was it the princess who got you? Since she looks pretty beat up herself.”

He heard the princess peep a quick, “excuse me!”, but he chose to ignore it.

“Tsutomu.” Wakatoshi commanded, pointing to the other knight. “Take the princess up to her room and make sure she doesn’t get caught. Eita, bring Satori to the medic. Make sure his wounds are tended then bring him back out here. Same goes for you, Princess. We’re going to talk.”

“Yes, Father.” She mocked him, sticking out her tongue. Wakatoshi didn’t seem amused. Although Satori was ordered to go with the middle man, Eita, or whatever his name was, he stuck to __’s side. He knew he was going to be interrogated sooner or later.

“I promise you, Eita doesn’t bite. He’s just a bit of a jackass, but once you get passed that, he’s alright.” She assured him, squeezing his hand before letting it fall back down to his side.

“I heard that, Princess!” Eita sneered back at her.

“See? He isn’t going to do anything about it. He won’t hurt you.”

Satori nodded, and before she turned on her heel to follow Tsutomu down the hall, he tapped on her shoulder.

“__, I mean, Princess…”

“I prefer __, really.”

“__, thank you. For this. For everything.”

“Anything for you, Satori”

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