#I just know today he stole the heart of everybody who had the pleasure to interact with him and was nothing short of delightful

[alexjcrowley]

Met Jason Schwartzman today, at the Venice Film Festival. I think at least 20 people completely surrounded him after the showing of Pavements (2024). He ws so incredibly kind with every single one of us, very soft-spoken, took the time for an autograp or a picture with everybody, and I mean, l EVERYBODY (security had to tell him numerous times to get put of the cinema because they had to show another movie). And even outside the cinema, he kept chattering with us and taling pictures and singing photos and programs of the Festival. He thanked us numerous times for coming to see him, seeing his movies, paying him compliments. He seemed almost as happy to see us as we were to see him. I got to tell him that one of my favourite movie characters of all time was Max Fischer, from Rushmore (his first movie ever). He was pleasantly surprised, a little endeared dare I say, thanked for that and I think he paid me a compliment as well but I kinda blacked out from the emotion. I just remember that at some point I said "Thank you for being you" and he said "Thank you for being you" and I still think I died on the spot and I am currently in heaven. It was such a nice moment, I wanted to share.

[sincerelyella]

The Royal Treatment Chapter 1 - One In A Million

Books: The Royal Romance and Open Heart (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella); Bryce x F!OC (Aera)

Series Summary: Upon finishing their medical degrees at Stanford University, Ella, Aera, and Bryce take on an international medical residency training program in Cordonia, landing them a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that will put them to test in the name of romance, friendship, and career.

A/N: Thank you @ofpixelsandscribbles​ for being patient with me and editing the crap out of this!

Please note that our story is not to be stolen or reposted on any other site. Reblogs are welcome and much appreciated.

Warnings: not much really, maybe adult language?

Words: 2112

Bryce, Aera, and Ella were already two weeks into their residency programs. Bryce in the surgical department, Aera in anesthesia, and Ella in the new pediatric cardiology unit.

Since Bryce and Aera’s specialties worked together closely, the pair of them spent more time together during the day. Every night, however, Ella has to hear about how Bryce stole Aera’s lunch or how Aera was so irritated with Bryce’s antics. All Ella could do is suggest that they confess their feelings.

“El, you know I can’t do that,” Aera sighed as the best friends sat and watched How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days in Ella’s room, while wearing yogurt-scented Korean facial sheet masks as part of their night skin regimen care.

“Why not?” Ella pointed the remote at the TV and paused the movie. “Just tell him how you feel. Who knows, maybe he’ll feel the same!”

“That’s just it, he doesn’t feel the same,” Aera carefully adjusted her mask to the center of her face, making sure that her eyes and nose were fitted perfectly on their designated holes.

Ella bit her lip, hard. Keeping this secret from her friend was killing her, but she made a promise … to her other friend. “You don’t know that, A.”

“Can we just … forget this conversation?” Aera dropped her hands on the pillow on her lap and sniffled. “Please? I just want to enjoy this movie with you and pass out with my hand in the popcorn bowl, like I usually do.”

“Fine,” Ella unpaused the movie and the pair sat in silence for a few moments. After what seemed like 20 minutes, the girls removed the sheet masks off their faces, letting the cold serum linger on their faces for a bit.

“Are you ready for your interview tomorrow? You have that one patient right?” Aera asked as she gently tapped two fingers over her moist face for better absorption of the serum.

“Yeah, I’m ready. The little guy had heart surgery and he’s doing amazing,” While mirroring Aera’s facial care technique, Ella smiled widely as she remembered how her patient, a little five year old boy named Thomas, wrapped his arms around her neck in gratitude.

**

The next day

Dr. Katherine Richey was Ella’s attending and she was an older woman who was, according to Ella, a badass. Dr. Richey was world renowned, but chose Cordonia because this was the country of her birth.

“Okay, Dr. Brooks, when we go in there, we’ll go over the history, the procedure Thomas had done, and your plan.”

Ella nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

“You’ll be great, Ella,” Katherine squeezed the younger woman’s shoulder. “Nervous?”

“A little bit, but it’s just you, me, Ana de Luca and his parents, so I’ll be fine.”

“Oh,” Katherine’s brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you, Ella.”

“Tell me what?”

“Prince Liam moved to start this cardiology unit since he had heart surgery himself as a newborn,” Katherine smiled brightly. “He will be visiting us today and meeting all the patients and their parents.”

“He … Prince … what?!” Ella’s heart began to flutter in her chest. All she could picture was the beautiful blue eyes staring back at her on that magazine. “I …”

“Ella, he’s here, let’s go!”

Oh fuck.

In a daze, Ella followed Dr. Richey to the  nurse’s station where a small group had already gathered.

Ana De Luca turned towards Ella and Katherine with a large smile. “Ah, Dr. Richey, how lovely to see you again.”

“Ana, how are you?”

Katherine and Ana shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.

“This is my new cardiology resident, Dr. Ella Brooks.”

“A pleasure,” Ella shook Ana’s hand.

“Dr. Brooks, are you new to Cordonia?”

“I am, yes,” Ella squeaked, and gulped when she saw the same man that she ogled on the cover of Trend magazine walk up behind Ana.

“Prince Liam! This is Dr. Richey and Dr. Brooks.”

Dr. Richey and Ana curtsied while Ella stood frozen,  still shocked.

Katherine nudged Ella with her elbow.

“Ow!” Ella rubbed her side in annoyance, then realized everyone was staring at her. Shit. “Oh, I mean, how nice to meet you, Your Highness,” she dipped into a small curtsy and saw that the prince had a huge, shit-eating grin on his face.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Brooks,” Liam couldn’t stop smiling at this beautiful woman who looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. Her cheeks were flushed and she kept her hands clasped together in a tight fist in front of her.

No matter how much Ella wanted to stare at the ground in pure awkwardness, she kept her light brown eyes connected to his baby blue ones.

“Alright,” Dr. Richey announced, interrupting the awkward silence. “Let’s go, we’ll be in room 342.”

Ana nodded and gestured behind her. “Isaac is my cameraman and photographer, he’s just going to get some candid photos for the magazine and news broadcast for tonight.”

The group walked towards the patient’s room, Ella and Katherine led the way. A soft knock on the door by Ella was met with an excited squeal from inside.

The room was filled with balloons, a stuffed lion at the foot of a bed, a large stuffed bear that sat in the corner of the room and it was almost as tall as the ceiling. Thomas’ bed had Star Wars sheets and he had a stuffed Wookie sitting next to him. “Dr. Brooks!”

“Hi, Thomas,” all the nervousness Ella felt earlier dissipated as soon as this sweet boy shrieked her name. “I have a couple friends I’d like you to meet.”

“Hi everybody!” Thomas waved both his hands at his visitors. “I have new sheets! Mom got them for me. Feel how soft they are!”

Liam chuckled and leaned forward to feel the little boy’s bed spread. “That is really soft, Thomas. I’m-”

Thomas’ eyes widened. “You’re the prince!” He grabbed his stuffed lion and held it up towards Liam. “Look! My dad got me this stuffed lion like yours!”

As the two talked about lions and Star Wars, Ella and Katherine spoke with Ana, Thomas’ mom Elizabeth, and his dad Richard.

“We signed all the forms earlier,” Richard explained to Ana. “Our boy is a miracle and his story should be told.”

“Tell me, how did you find out about his condition?” Ana asked as she wrote some notes in her notebook.

“He was almost five years old,” Elizabeth began as she wrung her hands together. “He started complaining of pain in his chest when he would run and play at school. He told his teacher he was having problems breathing-” her breath hitched as she remembered what happened to her only son.

Richard squeezed his wife’s shoulder and continued on with the story. “We took him to an adult emergency room and they just said he was short of breath because he has asthma. They sent us home with medication and that was it.”

“I knew it was something more than asthma,” Elizabeth added. “Chest pain, feeling tired all the time and problems breathing weren’t just symptoms of asthma.”

“Once we found out this unit opened up we called to see if we could have Thomas looked at,” Richard turned to Ella with unshed tears in his eyes. “We are so grateful you answered the phone that day.”

“Dr. Brooks got you in here?” Ana asked as she looked up from her notebook.

“Yes, she fought to have us here, for her to follow Thomas through his surgery,” Elizabeth’s tears streamed down her face. “Thank you for saving my baby.”

As Liam watched, Ella gave Thomas’ parents a hug and wiped away her own tears. His heart skipped a beat as Thomas jumped off the bed and lept into Ella’s arms.  He wasn’t sure what it was about her, he just met her not even 30 minutes ago, but he had never felt the need to watch a woman. He had a lot of women throw themselves at him, he was a prince after all;  but he had never wanted to watch them or find out everything about them.  Liam chewed on his bottom lip as Ella threw her head back in laughter, Thomas still holding her in his small arms. The sound of her laugh made Liam want to be the cause of that for the rest of her life.

“Prince Liam?” Ana called out, breaking the smitten, blue-eyed prince out of his trance.

“Erm, yes?” Liam felt his neck and face flush in embarrassment at being caught staring.

“Shall we make our way to the foyer for your announcement?”

“Ah, yes,” Liam stole a glance at Ella, who was giving him a curious look. “Let’s go.”

The group said their goodbyes to Thomas and family and made their way to the front of the hospital.

“What is going on?” Ella whispered to Katherine.

“You’ll see.”

In the foyer, Ella was surprised to see most of the hospital as well as Bryce and Aera already there waiting.

Bryce wrapped his arm around his friend. “El! Where’ve you been?”

“I was getting interviewed by Ana de Luca, and the prince was there!”

“Whoa!” Aera squealed. “You saw the hot prince?!”

“Everyone, let’s quiet down please.” Dr. Cynthia Moore, the chief resident of the surgical department, clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “For those that don’t know who I am, my name is Dr. Moore and I am in charge of the surgical residents.”

Katherine stood at the top of the stairs, found Ella in the crowd with her eyes and smiled. “I’m Dr. Richey and I run the pediatric cardiology department.”

A petite woman stepped forward from behind Katherine. “Hi all, I’m Dr. Martinez and I look after the anesthesia residents.”

A tall man with a white coat cleared his throat. “My name is Ethan Ramsey, I am the Chief of Medicine here at Cordonia Memorial Hospital. I have His Royal Highness, Prince Liam here to make an announcement.”

Liam patted his friend on the shoulder. “Thank you, Dr. Ramsey. I met a lot of you today,” he locked eyes with Ella and smiled. “It was an honor to speak with you, seeing everyone excited to be here is what makes this hospital world class. I’m here to announce a competition, so to speak.”

The residents began to whisper among themselves.

“My father, King Constantine, wanted to start this residency program and open it to not only Cordonians but to foreigners as well. Dr. Ramsey, for example, was offered to stay in Cordonia as your Chief of Medicine after saving my father’s life in America,” Liam cleared his throat. “This competition will allow the winner to become an intern for my family’s medical team. Meaning, should any of my family become ill, you will be the first person we call to come to the palace.”

A hand shot up in the crowd.

“Yes?”

“Prince Liam,” a blond haired, blue-eyed woman next to Ella spoke. “How do we win?”

“Very good question. What is your name?”

The woman blushed. “I’m Madison, Your Highness, Dr. Madison Herrera.”

Liam smiled at Madison and Ella felt her stomach churn. “Well, Dr. Herrera, in order to win, your Chief Resident will be observing you closely. They will be rounding on your patients, speaking to them, looking over your charting, going through your diagnosis, treatment and plans.”

Ethan’s voice boomed throughout the foyer. “If you diagnose wrong, give your patient the wrong medication or fuck up in any way, you will automatically lose.”

Liam’s eyes widened at Ethan’s words. “Well, yes, unfortunately if you diagnose wrong, you will be out. Your Chief Residents will list you from highest to lowest, if you are the top resident for more than four weeks in a row, you win.”

“Do surgical and anesthesia residents compete also?” Bryce hollered.

“Dr. Lahela!” Dr Moore hissed from her place on the stairs.

“It’s okay,” Liam chuckled. “I apologize, Dr. Lahela, only medical residents for this competition.”

“Any other questions?” Ethan asked impatiently. When no one said a word, he waved everyone away. “Fine, go back to your departments.”

Ella let out a long breath and made her way to the cafeteria. She flashed her badge at the woman manning the register whose name was Flora. “Hi Ate, I’m just here for coffee.”

Flora waved her through. “Go ahead, Anak, it’s on the house.”

“Salamat po,” Ella squeezed the older woman’s shoulder and walked towards the drinks. As she picked a size and what flavor coffee she wanted, she felt someone standing behind her.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

[imagine-straykids]

Han Jisung: Crushed

short summary: when Jisung has a crush on you, he may not be the best at expressing his feelings

genre: fluff x romance

word counts: 5,350 words

Jisung wasn’t sure when or why he started liking you. Maybe it was the way you’d always awkwardly stumble upon your words; maybe it was the way you’d take jabs at yourself sometimes; maybe it was the way you listened to him as if he was the only person in the world. Well, he wasn’t entirely sure. But all he knew was that you stole his heart and he doesn’t want it back. 

Who would’ve ever thought that Han Jisung, a music prodigy, basically a star student, would ever fall head over heels for someone like you who admittedly only joined a music course because you needed a filler class. 

The first time you guys talked, it was because you needed help identifying some music notes. You were not the best at music--actually not very good at all, but you can sing a little bit, yay? You don’t know why you thought taking this class as an extra would be a good idea. Because it wasn’t. It was much harder than you had expected. Hell, you don’t know what you were thinking, because everybody here was basically legendary at what they do. 

Anyways, well, one day your teacher had you guys do this assignment and you struggled like a bitch. While you were still on the first page losing at least 10 brain cells per question, you had noticed that Jisung, who was seated in front of you had already finished. You were amazed--No. Amazed was an understatement. You were shook even though you knew you shouldn’t be. He was pretty much second to no one in this class.

A few moments later, your teacher’s loud voice echoed through the room.

“Okay class! You have 10 more minutes left! I will be collecting your papers after that.” Your teacher sat down after her announcement.

“10 minutes? Crap! I’m not even through the first page yet...” you cursed quietly under your breath out of natural habits. You weren’t expecting anyone nearby to hear you, and you were actually hoping they didn’t. But your words did not manage to miss Jisung’s ears as you had leaned in a little bit too closely behind him when you mumbled.

You were too busy scribbling down whatever you were scribbling because frankly you weren’t really sure what you were doing. As you lifted your head up trying to take a look at the clock, you were instead met with Jisung’s puppy eyes as he had been examining what you were doing for the last 5 seconds or so. A small gasp escaped your mouth and you blinked out of fright, but not loud enough to catch anyone’s attention. Just loud and visible enough for you to make a fool out of yourself in front of Han Jisung.

“Do you need any help?” He smiled.

Ahhhh oh my gosh, he smiled, you internally screamed inside your head.

“I--uhm--uh--yeah, I kind of do--” you stumbled around your words awkwardly.

This shouldn’t have been as nerve wrecking, but why is it.

“I can help you. What do you need help with?” 

“Oh uhm...  the whole paper to be honest. I’m kind of... new to this kind of class.” 

And that was pretty much your guys first time talking to each other. Ever since then, he would always voluntarily ask if you needed any help, to which you were very much appreciative for. He really did not have to be this nice to you, but he was. Bless his whole ass soul. 

Little by little, working out assignments together turned into small talks between you guys, or rather silly stories told by himself, and you in return would share stories of your siblings to him and just how annoying they are to you daily. He liked to listen to your tales because he didn’t have any younger siblings and his older brother lived in another town.

Your Music class that used to be so intimidating to you because you were so far behind everyone else, the class that used to make you feel talentless and lonely as hell, you now had something to look forward to.

Oddly, Jisung could say the same thing too. Everyday back and forth to him was just go to classes, head to dance practice after school, go home, study, and repeat. But his somehow repetitive lifestyle started looking a little bit more exciting after meeting you. All his other classes were okay, but somehow he was always looking forward to 6th period; his music class. Looking forward to that special someone he could talk to about how his day has went so far.

Sometimes zoning out in his other classes, thinking about all the kind of things to say or tell you whenever he does get to 6th period. It was a foreign feeling that he had never experienced before. Not for anyone else. He’s had crushes in the past, but they were mostly puppy love, or crushes that would last a week at most. But every time he gets closer to you, every time he’s communicating with you, he feel his heart exploding a million times, and all the little things you would do like mumbling things to yourself thinking nobody would hear, the way you would twitch your nose whenever something upsets you a little, pressing the wrong keys when practicing, or just the way you would laugh at the smallest things he said just does a different kind of twist on his heart string. 

Day by day he found himself becoming greedier and greedier, wanting to become something much more with you. But he didn’t know if that was too weird considering you guys don’t interact outside of this class, besides the small gestures you both would exchange sometimes when passing by one another. 

He wasn’t sure if he was moving too fast or not, but it was 4 months ago that he started talking to you. 4 months ago when he talked to you, the one who would make him question so many things about himself.

He don’t know if he should wait it out and see if you’ll say anything, but from how you’re acting, it doesn’t look as if any changes was coming soon. He was growing more impatient every time he gets the chance to talk to you, because to him, you were just... so adorable.

One day after class ended, he finally managed up the courage to ask you if you wanted to go for a drink after school, to which you said yes. He was met with pleasure, but at the same time, terror. Was he really about to do this? No no. He was not ready. But he also does not want to be just friends anymore. He was mentally battling his thoughts the whole time walking there that he even missed out on some things you’ve told him. 

You became aware that Jisung was not being himself and was rather gloomy today all of a sudden.

“Jisung, are you alright?” You asked him worriedly. 

Your voice snapped him back to reality.

“Y-yeah I am fine y/n! Sorry, I was just thinking about how much homework I have today,” he assured you.

Really? A lot of homework? That’s really the best thing you can think of, Jisung criticized himself in his head.

“Oh... I see. Well we should probably go grab a seat so you can let loose some tension.”

Jisung nodded and you guys found a spot in the back corner.

As soon as you guys sat down, Jisung’s face positioned toward his feet as if he’s rethinking life decisions.

This was unusual for him because although you were not with him often, rarely did you ever see him looking so down. He was always jolly every time he entered the classroom. This was a rather new Jisung for you.

“Hey Jisung, you’re a smart person! You will finish all the work alright. And if you need any help, I am always here for you,” you tried to comfort him.

“Huh--O-o yeah. Thank you. Sorry I’m a little bit spaced out,” he said so quietly.

“Jisung, if there’s anything that’s bothering you, you can always tell me. I won’t ever judge, you know that. I just hope you’re okay.”

The more worried you were for him, the more it made him want to throw up from nervousness. Because you’re encouraging him to confess but at the same time, discouraging, because he was just that afraid he might ruin a good relationship with someone like you.

“I’m fine, y/n. You can go ahead and order something. I need to use the restroom real quick.” He stood up and made his way to the men’s restroom. 

He quickly shut himself in and slid down the wall onto his knees as he puffed out breath of airs.

After he had situated in a comfortable position, he took his phone out and called Hyunjin.

“Hyunjin, I-I cannot do it. I can’t. I feel so weak and nervous right now I think I might throw up,” Jisung ranted.

“Tell me about it. That was a such a shit show. Dude, I got second hand embarrassment from it.” 

“W-wait what. How did you know what happened?” 

“Me and Jeongin come to this cafe every day after school. We were seated right across from you guys, but you were too busy being a nervous freak to notice.”

“Oh wow, so Jeongin saw it too. I really just cannot. I don’t think I can go out after this. My hands are sweating. Can you like, make up some kind of excuse for me?” 

“Like what kind of excuse?”

“I don’t know... just tell her I went home because I feel sick.”

“What? Then she’s going to say why didn’t you just tell her.”

“Then just say because I was in a rush,” Jisung grew impatient trying to reason with Hyunjin.

“I guess then. At this pace, you’re never going to get a girlfriend.” 

Jisung was about to say something back but Hyunjin already cut off the line. 

~

When Jisung came in the next day, you asked him if he was alright, and he gave you a short answer but nothing more than that. 

You tried initiating a few more small talks with him but he was really just out of it, you had a feeling you should just leave him to be. He’s probably going through a difficult time right now.

When the bell rung signaling it was time to leave, you bid a small goodbye wave to Jisung before you left but it was only met with an awkward smile from him. 

The next three days continued on pretty much like the scenario above. You would try starting a conversation but it wasn’t much of a conversation if you were the only one talking. Eventually, you stopped trying to talk to him.

You would be lying if you were to say you weren’t upset or concerned. You didn’t know if you had said something that offended him, or if he found out that you secretly have a crush on him and is creep out by it. Either way, both situation weren’t going to end well for you.

The day you guys went to the cafe was the day he started acting indifferent. Maybe he heard that small fart you ripped out along the way or something. But you swore on god that it didn’t smell that bad. Maybe that day he meant to tell you he doesn’t want to be friends or talk to a loser like you anymore, but wasn’t courageous enough to finish what he started, that’s why he sent Hyunjin over to get rid of you.

It honestly sucks because your music teacher has recently assigned you guys with a project and in your head, you and Jisung would’ve had a blast discussing about what you guys were going to do for it. All of the things he or you would’ve said kept playing over and over in your head. But then again, you shouldn’t jump into conclusion.

You’ll just confront him on Monday and see what the real deal is. You just hope it wasn’t anything too serious that he’s brooding about. If you had hurt him in some shape or form, you would like to know and apologize dearly.

~

Jisung felt like an imbecile. An even bigger fool than the one he was before. He couldn’t believe he thought ignoring and avoiding you would suppressed his feelings or prevent you from asking anything relevant.

It probably did, but now the feeling of guilt is just eating him up. Your poor face after rambling and getting no response broke his heart. But he was afraid if he were to say anything less than appropriate, he would lose it.

He just wish you’re doing good for yourself and isn’t taking his actions to heart, because he pretty much acknowledge that he’s being stupid.

When he got to dance practice, he slammed his backpack harshly onto the floor of the studio and sighed.

The frustration of his caught the attention of Seungmin, Hyunjin and Jeongin who got here a little bit early too and was prepping up.

“What’s good bro? You alright?” Seungmin asked as he walked forward to Jisung.

“Yeah. You have been looking pretty sad these past few days. I kind of miss that loud crackhead energy of yours even though you can get carried away with it,” Jeongin sensing the rising atmosphere, tried to lighten it up.

“He probably got rejected by his dream girl,” Hyunjin chimmed in.

“Huh?” Seungmin let out in confusion.

“This one girl in his music class that he has a huge crush on for no reason even though they don’t even interact.”

Hyunjin was of course only teasing Jisung.

“Hey! We do interact! It’s just mostly in class. You’re not even in the class itself so shut up Hwang Hyunjin. At least I can keep my crush on one girl, and not the whole freaking school,” Jisung defended himself.

Jeongin let out a small laughter followed by Seungmin.

“That’s true, Hyung. You really need to stick to one person like seriously.” Jeongin threw his arm onto Hyunjin’s shoulder but Hyunjin slapped it off.

“Whatever.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“And no, I didn’t get rejected... I didn’t even ask her out yet.” Jisung admitted in shame.

“Huh?” Seungmin let out again.

“Then what are you so miserable about?” Jeongin cocked his eyebrow.

“I-I’m scared. What if she says no? What if she doesn’t like me like that. Then it’s just going to be awkward. She’s a really sweet person and I don’t want to ruin our friendship just because I think about her more than a friend,” Jisung’s tone dampen the longer he talked. 

“But what if she also likes you like that? I mean, you don’t know... you haven’t even asked her.” Seungmin tried to encourage Jisung.

Jeongin nodded in agreement while Hyunjin just let out a chuckle.

“Dude, if you don’t ask her out, I will. Seeing her the other day at the cafe, she’s kind of cute.” Hyunjin goes into thought.

Jisung’s eyes fired up at what Hyunjin said.

“Hey! Stay away from her! But to be honest, she wouldn’t like you anyways. Sorry but she wouldn’t go for someone who changes girls everyday like he changes his clothes. Anyways--can you tell Chan for me that I will be missing practice today. Something came up. Bye!”

And with that, Jisung quickly grabbed his backpack and stormed out of the building.

“Wow, I’m hurt.” Hyunjin put his hand on his chest.

~

"Jisung, aren’t you going to eat?”

His door flashed opened with his mom’s head in between the crack.

“Soon! I just need to revise this one more time.” His eyes still not leaving his music sheet.

“Dear, don’t overwork yourself. It’s almost 11. You’ve been working on your song ever since you came home. Please come down to eat and you can continue after.” His mom tried to convince him, not wanting her own son to starve to death.

Jisung finally placed the guitar down at the defeat of his mom’s words.

“Alright mom. See you downstairs.”

~

“Wow Jisung, this is really good. And the lyrics are, wow...” Chan complimented the younger man who came to him for feedbacks on his sample.

“Do you really mean it? I mean... you really think this is good?” Jisung widened his eyes as he searched for an answer in Chan’s own.

“Yeah, of course! Jisung, are you like, okay? Because usually you’re always so confident in your works and rarely do you ever come to me or Changbin for revision.”

“Oh yeah, I’m good. I just need it to be perfect because I’m performing this song for my project on Monday and I need it to be A plus.”

Chan nodded.

“I am 100% sure you are going to ace this.” 

~

Monday had came super fast, and when reality hit that you’ll be performing in front of the class again, it railed up your anxiety very bad.

The last few projects or performances you guys had was mostly just instruments based, as the teacher wanted to see how well the students were progressing on their skills. But now you needed to dance or sing and you weren’t so sure how this was going to end.

You weren’t no song writing goddess or instruments playing master, so you were just going to do a quick simple cover of Red Velvet Psycho. 

As long as you don’t sound like a dying goat, you’ll do just fine.

You were honestly looking forward to Jisung’s performance as well. Because every time he goes up, he always come up with the most creative or mind blowing performances. Jisung didn’t need talents, talents needed Jisung.

Classes passed by like the wind, probably because most of the time you were in your own world. 

The closer it was to your 6th period, the more anxious you were, and you were already very anxious to begin with.

When the time finally came, you walked into the class and sat down at your desk. Jisung still hasn’t arrived yet.

With time to kill, your eyes circled the room and for fun, you tried guessing what some of the students would be doing.

Mhmm, that girl Yoona in the back, you’ve seen a few of her song covers on Youtube, so chances are she’ll be singing.

That guy to the right of you performed in the rally last semester, so you wouldn’t be surprised if he bounced out some steps later on.

Your thoughts were intruded when you heard the door slammed shut, your attention shifted to your teacher who stood tall in front of all of you.

“Good Afternoon class, I hope you’re all doing well, and I hope you all have something prepared today as well,” She smiled.

She then does this thing where she’ll move her eyes from left to right, trying to pick out any students who’s missing.

The desk in front of you, which belongs to Jisung, was still empty.

Jesus, does he really hate you that much that he’ll even risk losing points. You really wanted to make things right today. Or at least try working out whatever is going on between you guys, which you don’t even know what is it.

“Jisung isn’t here yet?” Your teacher asked.

You only shook your head.

“Alright, well then it looks like we’ll have to continue without h--”

Your teacher was interrupted when the door busted opened. Jisung showed up looking like he just woke up, almost out of breath like. You could tell his hair was slightly messier and the shade in his pupils darkened compared to other days. His eye bags were also more prominent.

“--Sorry, I got caught up in things.” Jisung bowed down to your teacher and then to the rest of the class.

“You’re fine. Go take a seat.” She dismissed. 

Jisung bowed again before trailing to his desk. Along the way, you guys unintentionally met eyes, followed by Jisung awkwardly breaking the contact by looking at the wall, then taking a seat.

All you could think about at the moment was what did you do to Jisung that he’s going to this extent to avoid you. Did he read your diary when you went to the restroom, and found out about that one experience you wrote when you and your family went to the water park and your stomach hurted badly so you did a little oopsie near the kids section and they never found out it was you--Oh gosh, you couldn’t imagine.

Whatever it was, Jisung must have his reasons, and you really need to stop jumping to conclusions. Everything will be okay as long as you talk to him today.

“Now that everybody’s here, we should get started, we don’t have a lot of time.” 

Then your teacher started picking out names one after another. You did genuinely enjoyed their performances, but every time someone finished, you just want to crawl into the corner and hide away from the rest of the world, because pray to the lord you don’t get called on.

Everybody was doing so good so far. 

“Please give a big round of applause to Saeron,” your teacher followed after Saeron had finished.

Everyone clapped in awed but it’ll always dimmed whenever your teacher call on the next person.

“Y/n!” She held up the piece of paper in her hand with your name written on it. 

“Huh?” you were taken back at the sound of your name.

“It’s your turn, y/n.” Your teacher sternly looked at you.

“Oh--right, right.” You sluggishly got up and made ways to the front. 

“Uhm, for today I’ll be covering Psycho by Red Velvet. I hope you’ll all like it.” you awkwardly turned to your teacher to give her the go to put on the instrumental.

Your heart was racing so fast. 

It’s okay, you can do it.

You got me feeling like a psycho psycho People keep telling us As we fight like it’s our last but then we get along They don’t get it, it’s so funny

The last piece of lyrics escaped your mouth and you sighed in relief. You bowed to the class after you were finished and was met with applause from all around the room. 

“Good job, y/n. You may now take a seat.” Your teacher smiled.

You walked back to your seat, having felt like you did a decent job, at least by the feedbacks. 

“Next up, Han Jisung.” 

You had completely forgotten about him, and that he was watching your whole performance. Ahhhhh

But on the flip side, you were excited to see what he had prepared. 

The room was filled with silence while waiting for him. He finally grabbed his guitar and went up, gulped, then stared at you for a second, but you weren’t able to read his expression.

He had displayed a more tense body language, his eyes barely meeting anyone’s. The Han Jisung you knew had always been so confident and couldn’t wait for his name to be called, while the one that stood in front of you right now looked like every ounce of his soul had left his body.

Oh man, you don’t know how much more surprises he could pull on you. You just had never seen him like this before. Or is it that you never knew him all along. Your thoughts were cut short when Jisung spoke.

“For today... I’'ll be singing a song that I wrote for uh, a special someone. I-I hope that person will like it.” He threw on a nervous smile and right then, his eyes met yours. An innocent, sweet kind of enchanted look that pulled you right in.

“Oooooooooooooooo,” the students giggled and awed.

Was he talking about me? You thought.

No way. He hates me. But why did he look at me? Oh my gosh, is this song about me? Wait--why is he writing a song about me--wait what?! You continued fighting inside your head but not for long before Jisung began playing his melody.

The calming and relaxing tone of the guitar could almost put you to sleep, of course in a good way. The soft and dreamy tune like this was something only Jisung could pull off.

Then he started singing,

“When I first met you, I honestly didn’t think too much

You were like any other person to me, someone to talk to

but slowly, each day, you’ve showed me that you were someone worth loving, worth taking care of, worth falling in love with

Before I knew it, my heart was yours.”

okay excuse those shitty lyrics, I just made it up

Every words that he said, you could see and felt that he really meant it. He wasn’t just spitting out lyrics for the sake of this project. He was speaking from his heart and mind. As if he was trying to reach out to someone. He wrote those lyrics specifically for a certain someone.

Was it for you? Was it for the girl at the back of you? 

You had no idea, but you were still secretly wishing it was for you.

The whole class’s attention and yours were glued onto him, not missing a bit of his performance. Han Jisung really got everyone whipped.

When he finished up on the last part of the song, the class exploded in applause. It was the loudest group of claps anyone has gotten so far. You were also slapping your hands together like a crazy seal.

He may not be acting like himself and is coming off a bit odd right now, but for sure, the boy’s talents is something that would never change.

The rest of the period concluded with other students showcasing what they had prepared. Not everyone got a chance as class was a bit too short, but your teacher reassured the ones who didn’t get to go up today, will be called up tomorrow. Sucks to be them.

You were knocked out for a second before remembering that you were going to ask Jisung today, whether he wants to answer or not. Jisung was still fixated on his backpack, digging and shoving through it, so you waited unsuspiciously.

He stopped the ruckus when he pulled out a piece of white paper with some words on it. You can’t read it but you can only make out the squiggly black lines. It seems that was exactly what he was looking for, so after that, he threw his backpack on. 

Panicked, afraid he might leave before you can catch him, you stepped out of your seat to confront him, only for him to turn around, causing you guys to face each other instead.

“I need you talk to you,” You both said at the same time.

“What?” Both of you guys tilted your head in sync again.

“You first,” you gave him the go.

“No, you first,” He declined.

“Fine--I just--wait.” You inspected the surroundings. You guys were still in class and this was not a good setting because anyone can just walk in any moment.

“I think it’s better if we talk somewhere else.” you continued.

You guys stopped at the school garden, and when you made sure that absolutely no one was around, you proceeded.

“I just want to know what’s been going on lately. You’ve been ignoring and avoiding me. Did I do something wrong that had upset you? I would like to know, Jisung. Just completely ghosting me like this hurts.”

You promised yourself you weren’t going to get emotional about this. 

“I know I’m a jerk, Y/n. I know. And I’m sorry about that. I just, I just... don’t know how to express my feelings to you, y/n. I’m confused, I’m lost, I’m scared, I don’t know... but I’m also in love...” He said the last part quietly, but you could still hear it.

“In love? With someone else? Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“No no.” Jisung shook his head, getting more frustrated by the moment.

“And that song you sung in class, was--was that for someone?” you timidly asked. You have a theory it might be for you, but you do not want to say it, afraid you’re going to come out looking like a fool if he meant it for someone else.

“Yeah it was...” 

“Jisung, if you have feelings for someone, you don’t have to hide it from me, I’m fine with it. If you like them, go for it. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, like you couldn’t be open about your relationships or feelings.” 

“No no, y/n. You don’t get it,” Jisung exhaled.

“What do you mean? What am I not getting?”

“I didn’t write that song for someone else, or anyone else. I wrote it for you. You, y/n. I wrote those lyrics for you.”

You could hear the disappointment in his tone and his head hanging in defeat.

“Oh...” was all you could say. Not because you didn’t like him. No. You like him. A lot. Oh was the only thing you could let out because reality was getting a little hard to accept, knowing Han Jisung likes you, and wrote a song for you.

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s okay if you do not feel the same way. I really only wrote it because I didn’t know any other way to let my feelings out, and music was what I’m best at. I did felt a little better after writing the lyrics, and after performing, knowing you were listening to it. Here, take this.” 

He stretched his arm out to hand you something. It was the piece of paper he was holding earlier. It had the lyrics he had written for you on it.

“It’s okay to not feel the same way. But I hope you accept this. I might feel a little bit better if you do.” 

You extended your arm to take the white sheet of paper, still speechless. 

“I’ll get going now. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gave you a small smile combined with a bow and almost walked away from your sight.

“Wait Jisung!” You stopped him in his track.

“I--I, I feel the same way too, Jisung. I like you too. And I have for a while now.”

Jisung could’ve swore he heard that wrong, but he almost dropped his backpack at what you said.

He switched back to you, his face was planted with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen from anyone.

“R-really? Y-you like me too?” He asked again for confirmation.

You nodded. 

The next moment happened so fast, and before you can process anything, you were already in Jisung’s warmth. Your chin on his shoulder and his arms wrapping around you.

“I’m so happy! Really happy, Y/n! You don’t know how happy I am!” 

uwu He was too adorable.

With your hands on his chest, you pushed a little bit to create a distance.

“Wait, then why were you avoiding me?” you frowned as you gazed at his face for answers.

“Because I don’t know. I was scared you wouldn’t like me back. I didn’t want to hurt my friendship with you. That day at the cafe I was planning on confessing but I got so nervous, I dipped. I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m a coward. But I promise from this day on, I will tell you everything. I won’t ever do it again. I-I really like you. Give me a chance.” 

He pouted and trapped you in his hug.

“Alright alright. I forgive you.”

He finally lets go of you, but his idiocy smile still not leaving his face. 

“What?”

“I don’t know. You’re just cute.”

“Pfft.”

You cheeks grew red from his remarks. Oh god, this feels so weird.

“Come on, let’s go.” He suddenly grabbed your hand, perfectly aligning it with his.

“Go where?”

“To introduce my new girlfriend to my friends.” 

He ran at full speed, dragging you as you were struggling to catch up.

The End :)

[noonymoon]

You Have Been Lied To #4

hello again!

in the first few posts we have talked about

how the public narrative is carefully constructed by a global elite

how our entire perception of our past and how we came to be was shaped throughout history

how the myths and stories about a great flood and giants throughout all the cultures are real

how there are children going missing in massive amounts

and why they are going missing 1 & 2 

while i am not at all hurt on a personal level by the fact that many people start to unfollow me - i really don't care for status, fame, pleasure, distraction, an online-reputation, or ANYTHING at all anymore -, i am really saddened that only a fragment of people care for the Truth. the only thing i can do is keep going and pray that people will wake up in time. many others have begun to wake up (a lot of people woke up because of the Qanon movement but i am not a Qanon).

in this post today, i'm going to shed light on what Nazi-Germany actually was. i personally didn't dig deep into my own research because i am entirely overloaded with all kinds of researches and Hitler is not really my favourite topic in the world. but i've read a great book that pulls from many well-researched sources, plus i am using my common sense. when you can count 2+2 together and it makes sense, you know that ist is the Truth. the 2+2 we are going to look at today is the following:

- we've learned that the mainstream media and the entertainment media serves mainly two agendas: 1. to keep the truth away from us, and 2. to shape our perception of WHAT is possible, what is fantasy, what is truth and what is just too crazy to be real. right?

so, according to this parameter, let me ask you the question: why do you think there are SO MANY movies and works about the Nazis being deep into occult knowledge and into mystical artifacts? Captain America: Civil War, Hellboy, Wolfenstein, the Indiana Jones series, Iron Sky, The Keep, and many others are part of this concealing of Truth. the reason why Hollywood wants us to believe that this thought is too fantastical and too absurd to be real is that the Nazis truly had religious interest in the occult.

here is a brief overview about the topic 

there are quotes by Hitler himself which make one think what the heck did he mean by that...? (looking at it from a public narrative perspective ofc)

according to what i've learned Hitler was a huge follower of the teachings of Madam Helena Blavatsky - who founded Theosophy, basically the doctrine where the New Age movement gets pretty much all its ideas, and on which all the secret societies are founded: the Knights Templar, Golden Dawn, Freemasons, Rosicrucians, Ordo Templi Orientis, Illuminati and many more.

this image alone speaks volumes once you realize what’s being communicated.

the Lemurians? the Atlanteans? THE ARYANS? after breaking the veil of deception that is around all of us, it couldn't be more obvious that Hitler was deep in the occult knowledge that was brought forth by Theosophy in 1875. it simply does not make sense at all that Hitlers only goal was to create a race that "has blonde hair and blue eyes" (though it plays a tiny role in this as well). Hitler truly believed with all his rotten heart that there is a race that is superior to regular humans. this religious belief burned in him and his Nazis like an insane fire and they went on a lot of expeditions around the world to find more occult knowledge and also a very specific thing which i am not mentioning yet.

there are a ton of actual real photos of Hitler and his Nazis in Tibet visiting the monks, and also Hitler in the Antarctica (which is a whole rabbit hole for itself but that one is really crazy *lol*) and whatever you've heard in the public why Hitler went to these places, it is not the Truth.

when i was still in this witchy community on here, i often saw posts that basically told Nazis to f*ck off and stop using Runes. back then i had no concept of why any Nazi would use the nordic runes except maybe the superficial thought of "Germans are germanics are nordics" or whatever *lol*, the Truth is, in Hitlers quest to unlock as much as occult knowledge as possible, he also visited Iceland and studied the Nordic Edda. [ Hitlers goddaughter was also named Edda, just throwing this in here ] - Guido von List (an Austrian living in Germany) was apparently the first one to assign mystical meanings to the nordic runes and founding an occult Religion named Wotanism, he died in 1919.

another thing i want to point out is the Swastika. you probably know that the Swastika is pretty much an ancient symbol and appears in ALL kinds of cultures of this world. there is a reason for this that goes deep beyond any regular comprehension, but the public narrative is that Hitler simply stole this symbol and made it a Nazi-Germany symbol, but the truth goes much, much, much deeper than that.

of course we can pretend like all of these connections are just "coincidences" and of course we can cling to the public narrative that is telling us lies, lies, lies. i dearly encourage everyone who wants to know the Truth about this world to start researching. in all of the previous posts i've mentioned and linked really good starting points. you don't have to be a Christian or believe in Jesus in order to find out about the world we live in (though, after discovering all of the pieces and puzzling them together, the most logical thought for me was to literally RUN towards Jesus and i know this is different for everybody but i am praying for you to find Him). i know a lot of this sounds crazy and flat-out foil-hat-kind of way. but always remember that this image of the Truth is on purpose. people who dig into the Truth get out-cast, people who discover the Truth and want to wake other people up are being labelled as wrong and crazy, get silenced, get threatened, get assassinated.

to say it in Hitlers very words: "Truth is not what is; Truth is what people believe it to be" .... sadly, that is very true in our society today. everyone just picks and chooses what they want to believe and there is no concept anymore of ultimate Truth because we are being lied to from each and every side. and i know this sounds radical and Noony how can you say something like this, and so on and so forth, i really GET IT. i understand that it sounds radical, i understand that it isn't what people WANT to hear. you can condemn me all that you want, i really do not care anymore, this is way too important than setting my own comfort above it. Truth is truth, and lies are lies.

one of my favourite scriptures in the Bible is "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." --- John 8:32 ... it could NOT be MORE accurate. it's actually mindblowing how relevant and true these thousand year old words are, especially today. i've never felt so light and free and happy and sane EVER before in my entire life. i've quit my psychopharmacy drugs a while ago (i've been taking prescription drugs for more than 10 years) and my life is looking just bright and wonderful right now, and this even though i almost died in April, still recovering from it. i am more courageous, more filled with love, more motivated, more friendly, more calm, my household is doing just fine, everything is clean and neat, i am doing my chores, my plants are thriving, and even though i am literally ALONE 24/7 (real life AND online) i never ever feel lonely. and i am living with wide open eyes and even though this world is HORRIBLE, i am peaceful now. the Truth really DOES make you free. i've stopped with all kinds of toxic things, from sugar to drugs, you name it. i don't crave neither stimulation nor attention anymore. it's incredible. i can only recommend it. what God and his prophets also foretold over 2000 years ago that it would be EXACTLY like this. "evil will be considered good, and good will be considered evil" - people who speak the truth and do the good deeds will be demonized by the masses.

doing witchcraft and magic and believing in the New Age NEVER felt evil because i was never harming anyone. and i am pretty sure that 99,5% of you people on here feel the exact same way. we are being conditioned by the entertainment media to believe that magic is wonderful, innocent and curious. Disney is doing a GREAT job easing little children into the concepts of magic and fantasy. and i know most of all people never harm anyone with their magic. and God didn't forbid us to do magic because he doesn't want us to have fun or to have a spiritual life, or because he thinks we don't deserve any of the things we can do for ourselves magically. God will HAPPILY provide each and every need of us. the reason why God forbid his people to practice magic, sorcery, divination and witchcraft is to protect us from being deceived. now, a lot of people will rebel mentally, and that's okay, i was the same way. before you haven't discovered the truth and combined all of the puzzle pieces, it really just doesn't make a lot of sense, is really provoking and sounds bad. i was really wrestling with all this myself. now, i am grateful to the Lord that this wrestling process ended up in me being OPEN to what He has to say, and discovering the Truth instead of rebelling and living a lie any further. Praise God for not giving up on me with my stubbornness.

today, i've listened to an interview with the Illuminati Defector that i've mentioned in an earlier post, who was going to be one of the highest ranks in the Illuminati (Queen Mother of Darkness). her name is Jessie Czebotar and she has made it her mission to bring light to this worldwide matter and help survivors being rescued. please listen to some of her interviews, it’s mind-blowing what she has to say.

honestly, when you realize how EVIL these people are and that they ARE witches and druids and that they USE the occult and witchcraft and magic on an EXTREMELY high and incredible level, the LAST thing you WANT is to continue doing the same thing. like. i am not judging anyone here, truly. because we simply do not know what's going on. but when you suddenly realize that EVIL PEOPLE like Hitler, like the Illuminati and the Freemasons and all of these secret occult societies did and ARE doing the same thing of which WE regular people think it's no big deal and it's okay, you simply wanna run, run, run from it as far as you possibly can. at least this is how i feel about it. i am not forcing anyone to believe me, i am simply encouraging you to at least find out why i am saying all these things to you, and then decide for yourself.

Jesus said that we will know them by their fruits. a good tree can only create good fruit and a bad tree can only create bad fruit. a good tree can not create bad fruit and a bad tree can not create good fruit. it's really quite simple.

God bless the ones that read this with an open mind.

[cherryhanji]

you’re worthy, you know

one-shot. jeongin x reader

genre: fluff, a lil bit of angst, high school au, friends to lovers au

•••

Smile away the pain. You imprinted those words on your mind as you stare at your best friend Mina and her boyfriend, Seungmin. Mina is your childhood best friend. And she just had her boyfriend almost a month ago. Bitterness radiate within you as Mina excitedly told you that she and Seungmin are finally dating. You're happy, of course for your dear best friend, but can't escape the fact that you just wished she was you.

You liked Seungmin. You liked your best friend's boyfriend. It's because you witness how kind-hearted he is. Sweet, caring, studious, and cute. You wished you were the receiving end of his smiles and laughs. But not wanting to hurt your best friend, you just kept the fact that you like his boyfriend at the back of your mind. You never told anyone about it. Having no choice, you just always keep the mask of happiness on your face every time you see them enjoy each others' company.

You went out from your trance as your classmate banged your desk, earning your attention.

"Jeongin! What the heck is your problem?" You blurted out as Jeongin laughed at your irate expression. Jeongin stuck his tongue out as he went back to his seat beside you.

"Mind flying again? You look like a statue there, so I just need to make you move again." He said as he played his ballpen on his hand. You dramatically rolled your eyes at him as you fished your phone on your pocket to check the time. Jeongin is your classmate, also your friend. You guys were classmates since 7th grade but a group project last 8th grade eventually made your friendship grew closer to each other. He is also friends with Mina. But not as close as you are with him. He is a jolly, studious, an active student but most of the time, annoying. But despite that, he is a good friend to you.

Getting up from his seat, he called your attention from your phone.

"Hey, y/n! Let's go to the cafeteria! I'm freaking hungry." He said as he caresses his stomach while grinning at you. You stared at him for a while and bring back your attention to your phone.

"Nah, I'm not hungry. You're all grown up Jeongin, you can go there by yourself." You said still looking at your phone. You heard him groaned as he gets his wallet from his bag.

"Okay, what a bummer. I plan on treating your lunch today. But I guess you're not hungry so--" you stand up immediately from your seat as you heard the word 'treat'.

"Jeonginnie, I'm just joking! You know how I love to go with you at the cafeteria." You said and wrapped your arm on his and smiled sweetly. He just rolled his eyes at you and huffed.

"What a gold digger. Let's go." You leaped happily as you walk with him to the cafeteria.

While choosing a nice food to eat, you heard your name being called.

"Y/N!" You turned your direction to Mina, shocked when you see her with Seungmin, hand in hand. You should get used to it by now. Smiling faintly, you reach out to your best friend and greet her too.

"Hey, Mina. Oh hello, S-Seungmin." You said as you went near them. Seungmin then greeted you with a smile.

"You hag, I'm asking you what-- oh hey Mina! Hey Seungmin!" Jeongin stopped his rant as he saw Mina and Seungmin.

"Hello Jeongin! Are you two together?" Seungmin asked Jeongin. Seungmin and Jeongin have the same circle of friends.

"Oh yes! We're going to eat lunch, you two the same?" He asked both of them and they nod which made Mina popped out an idea.

"Why don't we eat lunch together? Isn't it a good idea?" You stayed silent as Mina shared her idea with you.

"It's not bad then, let's buy first?" Jeongin offered and they nod in agreement. While you, on the other hand, silent as the idea sank into you. This is going to be awkward as hell.

"Hey, Minnie, your birthday is near, any ideas?" Mina asked Seungmin who suddenly jumped on his seat as forgot his plan on his birthday.

"Oh shoot. Yeah, yeah. I'm planning to have a party at home with close friends and classmates. Don't ditch my birthday okay?" He told Mina and continue, "you guys should go, too! I'd be happy to have your presence there." Seungmin faced you and Jeongin as he invites you to his party. You were just shocked at his idea, opposite to Jeongin who nodded eagerly.

"Thanks, Seung! I'd love to go! Right, Y/N?" Jeongin nudged your arm making your mind back to reality and nodded immediately.

"Yes, yes! Thanks, Seungmin. It's a pleasure to go there!" You tried to sound cheerful to hide the lingering nervousness and awkwardness of your voice.

"That'd be a great idea! You're so sweet, Minnie!" Mina linked her arms to Seungmin who happily pinched his girlfriend's cheek. You just stared at them, jealous and sadness in your eyes not knowing the boy seated beside you is staring at you also. Worry in his eyes.

Class dismissal. You're already fixing your bag when Jeongin called you. Still worried about your actions a while ago at the cafeteria.

"Uh, Y/N?" You hummed and face Jeongin who is slightly fidgeting his hands. Getting his courage to ask you.

"What is it? Did you accidentally wet my activity paper again, do you?" You said and placed your hands at your waist. He shakes his head vigorously at you and waving his hand.

"No! Of course not! I'm not as clumsy as before, okay? I've changed! —Anyways, I want to ask you something..." Jeongin said and signaled you to sit down.

"About what?" You said, confused about the sudden serious air inside the classroom.

"Uh, at the cafeteria, a while ago, I noticed that you were quiet, awfully quiet. Especially when Mina and Seungmin are being sweet with each other. –Is there something wrong?" Your eyes wide opened, shocked by Jeongin's statement. Did he notice?

"Uh, i-it's nothing. Jeongin. It's just that the food isn't as delicious as yesterday's menu." You laughed nervously trying to avoid Jeongin's observing eyes at you. He just raised his eyebrows, obviously not buying your lame excuse.

"But I think it isn't about the food. Y/N, I'm your friend. I think telling me what bothers you won't hurt you, right?" You just sighed as you gave up on Jeongin's insisting gaze to you. You don't have any choice but to tell him your most kept secret. Trying not to cry while avoiding his eyes that bear concern and worry for you.

"So, you can't still move on from him?" You just nod slowly. Jeongin sighed and patted your shoulder slowly.

"You're a hopeless case, y/n. But I just want you to know that /you're worthy/. You deserve someone better. And you're still young, WE are still young. We can still find the right person that is willing to give their heart to us. Don't be sulky, or you'll be ugly." You just laughed at his unintentional rhyming advice. After all, telling Jeongin your secret made your heart feel light from the pain.

Silence envelop your small room as you recall your conversation with Jeongin a while ago.

"We can still find the right person that is willing to give their heart to us." you were never the type of person that everybody notices. You're just an average student, not that good at studying, that's why you always end up being compared to your older sister. You were aware that you're not that pretty that every high school boys will turn their heads every time they see you. All of your crushes never notice you. You never had a friend since elementary, luckily Mina became your classmate in 5th grade. She's a cheerful and noisy type of classmate. A social butterfly. You'll probably stay a loner until now if she didn't attempt to befriend you, giving you her lunchbox because she saw you eating alone on the bench with a sandwich. Mina is a lovely girl, noticed by everyone, that's why boys already gave up when they knew Mina already has a boyfriend. Mina helped you build your friendly side. It helped, really. But not to the extent. You're not used to socializing. Jeongin and Mina are enough. Having too many friends will make you insane thinking who's real and who's not. At least Mina and Jeongin are always there by your side.

"Y/N!" Your sister, Yeji suddenly barged into your room. Anger visible in her eyes. You suddenly get up from your bed to face her.

"What the heck, Yeji? Don't you know how to knock?" You said irritatingly, anger slowly rising because of your sister's foul attitude.

"Not until you tell me that you were the one who stole my money!" You furrowed your eyebrows completely confused with what she was saying.

"What the— Excuse me Yeji, what do you think you're saying?!" You blurted out, now raging in anger because of Yeji's sudden finger-pointing.

"Don't you dare lie to me, y/n! We all know that Mom didn't give you your weekly allowance coz you flopped your exams again! So tell me, where did you use my money?!" You dramatically rolled your eyes, hand flying to your hair out of frustration, this is nuts! You will never steal anything! You were not that kind of person!

"What is happening here?! Yeji! Y/N! What is happening here?!" Your Mom barged in as soon as she heard some yellings upstairs.

"Mom! Y/N stole my money! I was looking for it on my drawer to buy some materials for my project but it's not there! It's all gone! I know that she's the only one who will possibly get it because we are the only ones living here!" Yeji pointed at you while dramatically explaining to your Mom what is happening. Your Mom turns to you, eyebrows furrowed. You just shake your head to tell her it's not you.

"Did you really stole it, Y/N?" Your Mom asked, voice stern, making your legs quiver out of fear. Not because you stole it, but because you knew any words that will come out from your mouth, will be void as she will stay on Yeji's side, as always.

"N-no, of course not, Mom! I will never, ever steal Yeji's things!" You blurted out. Tears on the brim of your eyes. It's always been like this. Yeji's the favored one, while you, you're an outcast, Yeji always get the compliments. While you, you were always berated, "you should do better", “you should do it like Yeji", "Look at Yeji, you should be like her". Phrases slowly getting annoying and making you sick as hell.

"As if! Mom! What will I do! I need to do the project! I can't do it if I can't get to buy the materials I need! My grades will flop!" Yeji said dramatically to your Mom, your Mom cooed her older daughter to calm her down. You rolled your eyes secretly as you took in the sight. Yeji's a brat, attention seeker. You really wonder why you have an older sister like that.

"You won't get your allowance for tomorrow. Understand?" Your eyes widen as you heard your Mom. But why?! You already it wasn't you!

"But Mom! I told you it wasn't me! Ask Yeji and her sloppiness!" You nagged at your Mom that is still decisive at what she said.

"No buts, y/n! I will give you your allowance once you say sorry to your sister! Understand?" Your Mom said before storming out of your room. Yeji stuck her tongue to you before following her mother. You just groaned furiously and slammed the door shut. Looks like you need to walk to school tomorrow.

"Oh did a dog chased you and you look like that?" Jeongin said to you as you entered the classroom, perspiring a lot while catching for breath. Unfortunately, you woke up late resulting in you running from home to school, still not eating any breakfast, luckily, you didn't faint on the road.

"Yeji's a brat. A sickening brat. She just blamed me for stealing her money, Mom said I won't get my allowance once I say sorry to that brat. Seriously, if I had the chance, I will punch her straight in the face. My fist is itching." You said, voice filled with raging anger. Worried sick to you, Jeongin hands you his handkerchief to wipe the sweat on your face. You accepted it and wiped your poor face. Jeongin hand you a pack of bread from the convenience store.

"Here, I know that you still hadn't eaten your breakfast. Eat it while there's still time before the first classes start." You smiled at him bashfully as you take the bread from his hands. You gladly took a bite from the bread. Happy as the food filled your starving stomach.

Uh, y/n are you going to the party?" Jeongin suddenly asked you. You stayed silent as you think of a decision. If possible, you'll decide not to go, to avoid any awkwardness, but the fact Seungmin personally invited you and seeing your best friend happy with the idea, you decided to just attend not to disappoint and make Mina confused.

"I'll go, Jeongin. I don't want to disappoint Mina and Seungmin. I can manage, I think..." You heard Jeongin tutted and face you.

"Y/N, you don't have to go if it makes you uncomfortable. I can tell them that your Mom didn't allow you to go, or tell them that you're sick." Jeongin said worriedly. You just waved your hand in front of him.

"You're going, right?" He nodded and you continue, "that's it. I'll stay with you, just keep me company. And I'll be okay." Jeongin just nodded at you, still concerned. You just have to hide the sadness and awkwardness and have fun.

from: Yangs.

You fixed your hair more before you went downstairs to meet Jeongin. You stopped at your tracks when you heard your sister's voice. You inwardly cursed your sister and rolled your eyes before turning to face her.

"What is it again, Yeji?" You said nonchalantly. Yeji raised her eyebrows while tapping her foot on the floor.

"Where are you going? Did you tell Mom you're going somewhere?" She said making you chuckle.

"Yeji, are you concern about me? Don't worry, Mom knows where I'm going. And besides, it's none of your business, so go back to your room, and study well my dear sister." You said and gave her a flying kiss to tease her more. She huffed loudly before stomping her feet going to her room. You just laughed at her childishness before going out.

You waved at Jeongin on the other side of the street to get his attention. He annoyingly put his phone back to his pants before going to you.

"What took you so long?" Jeongin asked you.

"Yeji's being a brat again. Just told her I'm going somewhere. Let's go?" Jeongin nodded as you wait to hail a cab.

"Jeongin! Y/N! You came! I'm sure Seungmin will be happy to know you're already here!" Mina welcomed you both as you enter Seungmin's house.

"Sorry, are we late?" I said and Mina just waved her hand in front of you.

"No, no, it's about to start. Come here, you can get some drinks. I'll just call Seungmin to tell you're here." You just nod and smiled at her and turn to face to Jeongin.

"Hey, are your other friends here?" You asked Jeongin still looking for familiar faces. He smiled immediately as he found who he was looking for.

"Yes, there they are, come with me?" You nodded and followed him.

"Hey, Jeonginnie!" The tall guy greeted his friend and ruffled his hair. He turned to you and offered his hand.

"Hello! I'm Hyunjin. Jeongin and Seungmin's friend. And you are?" You shyly accepted his hands and smiled awkwardly.

"Uh, hi. Hyunjin. I'm y/n. nice meeting you here." He called his other friends to introduce them to you.

"Guys! Jeongin is with her girlfriend!" Hyunjin said and chuckled which made Jeongin smacked the arm of the boy.

"Hey! What are you saying? She's my classmate and friend! Don't make an issue!" Hyunjin just stuck his tongue out at the younger boy. The other boys approached you as they heard Hyunjin's voice.

"Hey there Jeongin! Who's this beautiful lady with you?" The other guy with a soft curly brown hair said. You blushed at the compliment he uttered.

"Chan hyung, meet y/n, she's my friend and classmate. She's also friends with Mina, Seungmin's boyfriend." Jeongin said. The boy named Chan smiled at you genuinely and ruffled your hair.

"Hello, Y/N, I'm Chan. I supposed you're younger than me, so you can call me oppa." He said and winked at you. You just gave him a bashful smile as the sudden interaction with strangers overwhelmed you. You tried to stay calm and interact with them.

"Guys! She's y/n! Y/N, this is Minho hyung, Changbin Hyung, Jisung hyung, Hyunjin, and Felix, they're my friends, also Seungmin's. we all met in a dance class in 7th grade. I hope you can be friends with them too. " Jeongin said to you as you try to memorize all of the boys' faces and names. You just smiled at them trying to accept their friendliness to you.

"Oh there's the birthday boy!" The guy named Jisung said. You turned your head and saw Seungmin and Mina together. A strike of jealousy panged again in your chest as you try to smile at them.

"Hey guys! Enjoy the party. Oh, Y/N, Jeongin. I'm glad you made it." Seungmin smiled as he saw you and Jeongin.

"Uh, yeah. Happy Birthday, Seungmin." You said and hand him his gift.

"It's not that nice coz I can't think of anything. But I hope you like it." You smiled shyly as he took the gift from you.

"It's okay, Y/N. A gift from a friend is the best. Thank you for this!" Seungmin swayed the bag as he smiled at you. /Friend/. Okay. You felt Jeongin's arm on your shoulders as he hands his gift to Seungmin.

"Happy Birthday, Seungmin. I hope you liked it! It's a nice gift because I am the one who chose it. Ahaha! Anyways, it's a gift from the bottom of my heart." Jeongin winked at Seungmin who just chuckled at his playfulness.

"Thanks Jeongin! Hey! You can have some food from the buffet table. But I have to go somewhere first, see you later then? Come, Mina, help me." They waved their hands at you before leaving.

You felt Jeongin pat your shoulder as he smiled at you. You just nod at him telling you're okay. You and the rest of the boys already prepare to eat.

Being glad is an understatement. Even if Seungmin and Mina were there, you never felt lonely and worried because of Jeongin and his friends' company. You felt like you never even had feelings for Seungmin. Jeongin perfectly distracted you from awkwardness and sadness. Maybe this is the best Jeongin did for you, so far.

"Thank you, Jeongin. I really had a fun night. And please tell the guys I had fun with them. I hope we can hang out with them sometime soon." You said before you open the gate of your house.

"Sure thing. I'm glad that you never felt lonely. I told you, I had the best circle of friends!" You just chuckled at him and smacked his chest lightly. "But seriously, I'm glad that you never felt any sadness on the party, even though you witnessed how sweet they are to each other, just keep it that way, Y/N, and one day, you'll forget your feelings for him." He said and patted your head. You just hummed at him before you bid your goodbyes and close the gate between you. You just smiled at how concern Jeongin is for you. His helpfulness slowly lifting you from your lingering feelings for Seungmin.

Several weeks of hanging out with Jeongin and the boys completely divert your attention from your feelings for Seungmin. You were beyond happy of your pain slowly dissipating and you ever feel your heart this light ever since you told Jeongin about it. He never fails to make you smile, laugh, and help you out whenever you're struggling at something.

Jeongin may be the happiest boy in the world. Whenever he sees you smiling, he can't help but do the same especially he knows that he is the reason behind it. He really did anything just to make his friend happy. Just to make you smile and forget about him. He saw how devastated you were in the past whenever you see Mina and Seungmin together. Being a good friend he is, he willingly helped you moved on as he can see how worthy you are, that you deserve better, that you need to know that you deserve a person who will reciprocate the love you always give but never given back to you.

You were happily talking to Jeongin about your late-night fights with your sister, slightly interrupted when someone called your attention.

"Oh hey there guys! What a lucky day!" Mina approached you with Seungmin. You smiled at them cheerfully as you saw them.

"Hey! Going to lunch too?" Jeongin stands up from the bench as he receives a high five from Seungmin and a hi from Mina. Mina nodded and went to you snaking her arms to you. You grinned at your best friend.

"Hmm, you missed your best friend so much, huh?" She pouted and nodded vigorously. She sighed as she leans her head on your shoulder.

"Super. Our class is so busy because of the school project. We need to make our classroom neat and clean. We need to decorate it to look like a decent classroom. Not a dumpsite." She said and you laughed as you can relate to her. Every classroom is busy because of the monthly classroom evaluation. The classroom that is the cleanest, neat, and nice will be awarded.

"Same tho. But it's okay, at least we can have lunch together." You chirped at her and she giggled. The two boys called you and Mina's attention. Inviting you to go to the cafeteria.

There is no awkwardness in the air. You are happily chatting about what's happening in your room, everything under the sun. You were glad and kinda shocked. Shocked that you, at last never felt jealous. Only happiness, and peace of mind. You suddenly turned your gaze to Jeongin who is happily chatting with the two, a smile lingering on your face. Being grateful to him is an understatement, he is an angel in disguise.

You were doing your homework when you heard your phone rang. You grabbed it from your bedside table seeing Jeongin on the caller id.

"Uh, hey, Y/N!" You smiled as you heard his voice on the other line

"Hey Jeongin. Why did you call? Is there any problem?" you heard some shufflings on the other line, courtesy of Jeongin shifting from his bed.

"Uh, I just want to ask if... You would like to have an ice cream tomorrow?" you raised your eyebrows. Confused as you can hear the shyness in his voice. Chuckling, you agreed on his proposal.

"I'd love to! Ahaha! But I'll order the most expensive one." You joked to him which he immediately agreed to.

"Uh, of course! Uh. Tomorrow at 2?"

"Yeah, sure. Just meet me at the nearby store. You know where it is, right."

"Yeah. So see you tomorrow?"

"Yes. Good night!"

"Good night, Y/N," he said before you heard a beeping sound meaning he already end the call. You smiled as you recall Jeongin's call. How his voice quivers a bit, the shyness. You can't help but to grin at his cuteness.

from: Yangs.

Reading Jeongin's message made your heart skip a little bit. Are you this excited? You also wonder how to call this. Is it a friendly date? Or because.. You don't know why do you feel this kind of feeling these past few days. Every time Jeongin calls you, it made you feel giddy. Everything he does makes you smile like an idiot. Whenever he calls your name, his voice sounds like music in your ears. What does this mean? You just shook your head to eliminate those thoughts. you declared to yourself that this is just a friendly date. No more, no less. Jeongin is your friend.

"Hey!" Your face brightens as you saw Jeongin waving at you. Does he always look like this? He looks so boyfriend material. Wearing a yellow shirt partnered with black worn-out jeans and also wearing a cap. He's so handsome, cute at the same time. Again, your heart jumped at the sight of him.

"H-hey. Did you wait for a long time." He shook his head and smiled at you. Patting your head, he also complimented your outfit.

"You look nice." He shyly said that made your heart do somersaults. Lowering your head, you tried to hide your now red cheeks.

"Let's go? The new ice cream parlor at the mall is now open. I wanna try their best seller." Jeongin said, looking at the time on his phone. You just nod at him and wait for a taxi to ride.

"Can you give us two of your best seller ice cream, please. Thank you." Jeongin is the one who placed your orders while you wander your eyes at the cute ambiance of the store. As usual, it is covered with pastel colors, making it cute and pleasing to the eyes. The cushion seats are very comfortable. Sering people outside the store, walking, some are doing window shopping, many people are entering the store as it was new to the public eye. You turn to Jeongin who called you asking you to look for a nice place sit. You went to the very end of the store where no many people are passing by. You sit first and wait for Jeongin as he brings your order to your table. He placed the ice cream on the table making you gasp because of its mouthwatering visual, the appearance making it look delicious.

"It's their best seller. It's nice, right? And it's kinda big.." He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

"I think we can finish this tho. What do you think of us? " you chuckled and start scooping a small amount of ice cream to taste. You smiled as the taste scatters in your tongue.

"It's delicious!" Jeongin smiled at you who is so whipped for the ice cream. He stared at you for a couple of seconds before you snapped him back to reality. He just shook his head and get a scoop to taste. You just chuckled at him and went back to eat your ice cream.

After finishing the ice cream, you checked the time and it is still early to go home. You called Jeongin who's eyes are on his phone. He looked back at you and raised his eyebrows.

"Uh, I'm sure it's still early to go home." He looked at his phone to check the time and nod at you in agreement.

"Uh, is there any place you want to go?" He asked you making you think of a good place to go. You shook your head as your lack of any ideas where to go. He shifted from his seat making you look at him.

"What about the nearby carnival? You okay with it?" You smiled and nodded at him. You both stand up from your seat and head off to the carnival.

There are lots of things you can do at the carnival. There's this ring toss where Jeongin luckily won, and as a prize, the operator gave him a medium-sized stuffed toy. He hands it to Jeongin, who handed it to you. You looked at him confusingly.

"You won this one"

"It's yours. I know you suck at these kinds of games." You slapped the toy on his chest making him laugh.

"You're so mean!" You said attempting to hit him again with the toy when he shielded himself with his arms.

"Okay, okay. Stop now. But I'm just stating a fact, you know." You just rolled your eyes at him dramatically making him laugh again.

"You wanna try?" Jeongin asked you, and you nodded eagerly trying to prove him wrong.

You did many attempts but still, you can't complete the challenge. You just surrendered and turned to Jeongin who is stifling his laugh.

"Fine. I suck at this one. Gimme that." You said and grabbed the toy from his arms. You jumped when he propped his arms on your shoulders.

"It's okay. At least you have my prize." Your body shudders as his breath brushed on the side of your head. Your heart raced because of the small space between the two of you.

"Do you want to do anything? We still have time." He asked you, still not removing his arms from your shoulder.

"Uh, Uh... What about the... The Ferris wheel! Right, the Ferris wheel." You said and he nods at you in response. He removed his arms from you as he fished for his wallet on his pocket. You feel like a ton of air that you held for a while went out of your chest as soon as he removed his arms on you. Why is he making you feel that way?

"The view is so nice isn't it?" You nod at Jeongin as you stare down from where you are. You were at the highest point of the Ferris wheel and it is stopped for a while, giving you a chance to take a look at the view from above.

"Aren't you scared? We're at the highest part of the Ferris wheel." Jeongin asked and you just shake your head at him. You're not afraid of heights, you even enjoy these kinds of things.

"Why, are you scared?" You teased him.

"What?! Of course not!" He blurted out making you laugh.

"I'm just worried about you, I thought you're scared... I just don't want the person that I like to be in danger." he blurted out making you gasped in utter shock and stayed silent for a second. The surroundings were covered in super-duper awkward silence until you clear your throat and shift from your seat.

"Uh, you're just joking, right?" you said and laughed awkwardly. you just heard him grunt and shift from his seat. Luckily, the ride is already done and you quickly went out of the Ferris wheel, heart racing, mind filled with different emotions, giddiness, delight, nervousness. Why is he being like this? He's just joking, right? Why is he making you feel like this?

You checked the time on your phone to get out of the still lingering awkwardness between you. Seeing that it's almost 6:30 pm, you turn to Jeongin who is just staring out of nowhere.

"Uh, Jeongin..?" he immediately turned his gaze to you when he heard your voice.

"It's almost 6:30, do you want to go home?" As he checked the time on his phone, he nods at you in agreement.

"Uh, sure. I'll walk you home." You just nodded at him in response and started to head home.

After a quiet walk home, you finally reached your destination.

"Thanks for today, Y/N. I really enjoyed it. So, see you on Monday?" You smiled awkwardly trying to forget what he said a while ago.

"Thank you, too. I also enjoyed it. Go home safely. And see you on Monday!" You bid your goodbyes before you enter your house. As soon as you close the door, you can't help but let a smile escape from your lips. You can feel your heart race again as you recall the happenings earlier, the person he likes? Does he like you? And you on the other hand, why do you feel relieved when he said that? He might be joking. But that doesn't remove the fact you felt a little hope after you heard that.

to: Minari

sighing as you sent the message to your friend. Not sure if she will answer because of the time. What if she's already sleeping?

You jumped as you felt your phone buzzed. She's still up!

from: Minari

you sighed again as you read her reply. Yeah, she's right. Something, someone is really bothering you.

to: Minari

from: Minari

to: Minari

Does she also felt the same way you're feeling right now?

You went out of your trance as you heard your phone rang. As soon as you saw the caller id, you immediately answered it.

"Hey, Mina."

"Hmm. I'm just concerned about your reply. That's why I decided to call."

"Uh, yeah. So, what did you feel? I, I'm just curious."

You heard silence from the background before she speaks.

"Honestly speaking, I felt like I am the luckiest girl alive. When I heard that he felt the same way, I feel so relieved. It made me happy, super." She paused and continued, "Wait, why..? Hmm. Someone confessed to you, am I right? And wait, looks like I know who this person is... It's Jeongin, right?" She said making you shake your head as if she can see it.

"What? Wait, No!"

"Then why are you asking? Is it someone else?" She cooed and you just facepalmed. How are you gonna tell her?

"Silence means yes, so. Spill bubs."

"W-wait. I'm still not sure. Maybe he was just joking. I don't know. I'm not sure if he meant that. And like you, I felt relieved after he said that."

"Really? I think you liked him already"

"Uh... I, I don't know. These past few days, I always feel like I'm in a different world. Whenever he talks to me, I feel like we're the only people in that very place. He's being extra worried, I'm not sure if that still counts as a worried "friend" " you quoted the last word to emphasize. You're not sure if his actions still depict the action of a "good friend worried about you".

"Hmmm. Aha! I remembered something!" You furrowed your eyebrows as you heard Mina.

"What is it?"

"Oh, I just remembered Seungmin telling me about Jeongin's weird actions lately. You know that they have the same circle of friends, Jeongin once asked them how to act normal in front of the person he likes, not wanting that person to notice that he likes her. And I'm just thinking if that person who Jeongin's referring to is you."

"What?! What if it's not?" You sighed and continued, "You know what, thank you for sparing me your time. See you on Monday!" You said and you heard first her chuckles and goodbyes before ending the call. Did he really mean what he said a while ago? Or it's just a spur of the moment and he's not referring to you? This is making you insane. Left with no choice, you decided to sleep it off and deal with them tomorrow.

After a day of dealing with those coiled feelings and thoughts in your head, you prepared yourself for another day of classes, which also means getting yourself prepared to face him. Just thinking of seeing, talking, and facing him made your stomach churned with nervousness, at the same time, joy. Nervousness because of these lingering feelings whenever he's near you, and joy because of his smiles and laughs, knowing that it's because of you. Do you really like Jeongin now? Did you already establish your feelings for him? But what if he doesn't feel the same? What if he's just like that because you're his friend? What if he likes someone else? What if you get rejected again unbeknownst to him?

You were a little shocked when you saw Jeongin already on his seat, contemplating whether to tell him that your presence is already here or choosing not to bother him to have no further awkwardness but his actions stopped you from deciding. He lifts his head as soon as you walk through the room. You saw him smile at you and you did the same. You slowly put your bag at the side and sit on your chair. While Jeongin is currently typing on his phone. Maybe just to avoid any awkwardness. Maybe this one is okay. You just need to keep this up until you guys can comfortably talk to each other again as if nothing happened the last day you two went out.

Two of your classes for today are already done and you decided to go to the cafeteria. You were not used to going to the cafeteria alone, left with no choice, you tapped Jeongin's arm which made him flinched and looked at you. Your eyes grew a little wide at his actions.

"Uh, do you want to go to the cafeteria? But, if you don't like it. It's okay." You said immediately. He contemplated for a second but he agreed to say he's also hungry. So you just smiled and wait for him to get his wallet and head to the cafeteria.

While walking to the cafeteria, you can't put yourself at ease because of the still thick awkward air between you. Luckily, Mina's voice saved you from the drowning silence.

"Y/N!" Mina called and went to you, leaving Seungmin who just walked to your direction.

"Mina!" You greeted Mina and smiled at Seungmin as soon as he went near you. Mina and Seungmin also greeted the quiet Jeongin who looks like he was saved from a possible danger as soon as he saw Seungmin.

"Let's eat together!" Mina's proposal made you nod eagerly knowing that you can have someone to talk to while eating with them, with him.

"We'll be the one to order ladies, so wait for us okay?" You and Mina nodded before the two boys went out to buy some food. Noticing the awkwardness a while ago, Mina nudged your arm making you flinch a little.

"What's with the awkward silence? What happened to the both of you? And wait a minute you're missing a piece" you just turned to Mins who bombarded you with questions.

"Woah, wait. What do you mean first that I am missing a piece?"

"You told me the other night you're still not sure about something.. How come did he tell you about it? Did he planned it?" Mina said which made you facepalmed in your mind. You closed your eyes and turn to her.

"You never asked. You keep on talking." You said

"Then go, spill it while they're still not here.

"It's not that he planned on telling me. We just went out for ice cream and went to the carnival. It's still fun and games not until we rode the Ferris wheel, and asked me if I'm scared, he said he just doesn't want me to be scared. He just doesn't want the person that he likes to be in danger. I was shocked, of course, And that made my heart raced and then the awkwardness suddenly appeared. Voila!" you sighed and continued. "I don't know why he's not that talking to me a lot now like he used to. I'm trying to lift the mood to lessen the awkwardness. But I guess..." You said

"You guess what?" Mina asked and you just shrugged.

"I guess he regretted what he told me and stayed silent. Maybe he really doesn't mean that." You sighed as you recall all the silent treatments you received since morning. Mina was about to say something when you tapped her sides signaling her that the boys are already here. You just smiled at them as soon as they placed the food on the table. You turn your gaze to Jeongin who's unconsciously looking at you too and smile at him. He smiled back before he propped down on his seat and started to eat.

The lunch thankfully was nice because of Mina's lively attitude followed by Seungmin's playful banters. You also dive into the conversation gradually, while stealing glances to Jeongin who is still quiet, he only answered when someone from the two asked him. You're slowly getting sick of this silence. You just want to talk to him. But you decided to just let him have some space. Maybe he's repenting on the actions that he did last time.

"Y/N" You smiled as you heard your name called by Jeongin. You turn to look at him.

"Yes?"

"Uh, I'm sorry I can't walk you home today. M-mom needs me to go somewhere. I think it's quite important. See you tomorrow?" Your smile quickly disappears as soon as you heard what he said. You nodded slowly slightly disappointed, as you lost the chance to talk to him.

"It's okay, Jeongin. Go! You said it's important right? I can manage. I'm a big girl okay?" You said trying to sound cheerful. Jeongin smiled at you before he grabbed his bag and walk outside. Your smile disappeared as soon as he went out. Sighing, you just grabbed your bag and decided to go walk alone.

As you got out of the school campus, you heard the voice of a guy calling you, you turn your head to see that it's Chan who called you.

"Hello, oppa! Nice seeing you here." You said as soon as he went near you.

"Good to see you too, but looks like your alone today, where's Jeongin, did he just left you alone?" Your face saddens as you heard his name, which you didn't know that it's noticed by Chan.

"Not like that, oppa. He just said it's an important thing his mother asked him to do. But it's okay." You said and chuckled.

"Want me to walk you home? It's better than going home alone." Chan insisted

"Uh, no! It's okay oppa, besides we might not have the same way." You said not wanting to offend him

"You live in the Yellow Wood Heights right?" You nodded

It's on my way, I live nearby. So it's no prob." He said

"Uh, okay. If you insist." You just said and started to walk.

"Ah, oppa?" Chan hummed as he heard you.

"Is Jeongin talking to you these days? Like last, last night?" You said making Chan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"About what?"

"Uh... Nothing. Like what happened to his day. Rants, anything." You said

"Hmm..." Chan said tapping his chin with his fingers as he recalls all their chats and talks.

"I just remember him asking us on chat how to act normal in front of a person you like." He said making your eyes widen in shock. So what Mina said is true.

"When we asked who the girl is, he just didn't reply and got disconnected. He's weird, isn't it?" Chan said and shrugged. You just laugh awkwardly and try to turn your gaze somewhere.

After a 20 minute walk, you already reached your home. Saying your goodbyes to Chan and thanking him for accompanying you as he continues to walk to his home. You can't even get an answer from Chan. Maybe Jeongin is just good at hiding. He's making you crazy.

Another day had passed of having an awkwardness. And it makes you frustrated. Two days of one question one answer conversation, two days of silent and timid Jeongin and it makes you sad, confused, and frustrated enough. And you concluded to yourself that you do like him. And this silence making you crazy enough to face him and talk to him about it. So you decided to not let a chance slide from your hands.

Other students were outside because of lunchtime. You, Jeongin, and some of your classmates are inside your room. Doing nothing, thinking of this as the perfect chance, you gather all of your courage before you clear your throat and turns to Jeongin who is luckily silent scrolling on his phone.

"Jeongin...?" He froze at his seat before looking at you.

"Why, Y/N?" He asked slightly shocked at the sudden determination laced in your voice.

"Uh, can I talk to you? At the school garden?" You said making him furrow his eyebrows before standing up. This is it. Don't let it pass.

You went to the slightly hidden part of the garden and sit down on the bench. You tapped your side for Jeongin to sit on. He silently obliged and looked at you.

"Is... Is there any problem, Y/N? Why do we need to talk here?" Jeongin asked cluelessly as if he didn't know what he did to you the last two days. You just facepalmed at the back of your mind before speaking.

"Uh, I just wanna ask something." You started.

"About what?" Jeongin said.

"About you giving me the silent treatment for the last two days." He gasped out of shock from your rant.

"But... Uh, I was just thinking..." He said almost whispering.

"Thinking about what?" you asked not wanting to blurt out at him out of frustration.

"Uh, about something. Just..." He said, not wanting to spill anything. You just facepalm at him and earn your sanity before speaking.

"If you won't tell me about it. It will only make it worse, Jeongin." Jeongin turned to you, this time confused with what you just said.

"Why is it not telling you about it will make it worse?" He asked and this time you can't help yourself but spill all the emotions and frustrations out of your chest.

"Because it will make me crazier, Jeongin. I don't know! Ever since you told me that you like me, well, not directly, when we were at the carnival, you stayed silent the last two days, it makes me worried as hell. What if you're just joking? What if you just blurted that out of nowhere because of the moment? What if... What if you don't mean that? You know what, the time you said that you like me, I felt relief. But why? Why did it felt like that? Is it because I like you? At that time, I was just being in denial, but when you started being silent to me, it makes me worried and that' when I concluded to myself, that I like you." You blurted out all of the thoughts, the worries, the frustrations that you kept out of your chest. Jeongin stayed silent, shock radiating on his body. You just cocked your head at him, trying to get some response from him. Is it because...

"I meant what I said at the carnival." He said this time you were shocked at his confession. The sound of surroundings, the sound of leaves dancing, the chatters of students everywhere, chirping of birds are slowly disappearing as what Jeongin said slowly sinking into you.

"I'm sorry if my silence bothers you and made you frustrated, I just thought that I've said it at the wrong time, I'm scared, I'm scared that you might avoid me because of my sudden outburst. But it turns out I'm the one avoiding you." He lowered his head as a pang of regret started to disperse to his body.

You try to think of any words to say when Jeongin suddenly called you.

"Y/N..." He continued, "I guess our confession is not that nice, so let me start." Your eyes slightly grew wide at what he said.

"Y/N, I like you. Since the start of this year, I do realize already that I like you. When I knew that you liked Seungmin, I really did anything for you to completely removed your feelings for him. 'Cause I know that you deserve someone who will reciprocate your love. The way you handle your struggles, the way you handle every problem that you encounter, makes me think that you're a special girl. And it made me like you more. I like you, Y/N. do you feel the same way too?" Jeongin confessed to you making you blush on the spot, and you never meant to hide it from him anymore. Smiling, you nod at him vigorously and take his hands with yours.

"Is that your way of asking me to date you?" Jeongin chuckled and nodded at you.

"Then yes, I would love to date you. I like you too, Yang Jeongin." You said and pinched his nose. He scrunched his nose and chuckled at your cute actions.

"Well, I guess, there's no silent treatment for my girl." He said and ruffled your hair.

"You better not do that, or else...."

"Or else what?" He interrupted.

"Or else I'll punch you on the face!" You said making him stand up and ran out of the garden.

Like what Jeongin said, you deserve someone better, someone, who will give back your love the way you give them to others. You are worthy, you know.

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alexa’s note:

so this got way too long. i got carried away lol. but i hope u enjoy it. i didn’t proofread it carefully, as in CAREFULLY so if there are some mistakes like typographical errors, i’m really sorry. so yeah, love lots!

[giovaenna]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈 (𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟒) 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“ I feel rotten about telling you this. “ “ I've got some bad news. ” “ You looked after me like a father. ” “ Take this to your family. ” “ I’m not interested in things that don't concern me. “ “ You still have my goods ? “ “ It would be a present, I know how to return a favor. “ “ This is a real palace. “ “ Sit down, make yourself comfortable. “ “ Good health is the most important thing. “ “ I came here because there's going to be more bloodshed. “ “ Nobody wants another war. “ “ When i refused, he tried to have me killed. “ “ He was stupid, I was lucky. “ “ I'll visit him soon. “ “ The important thing is that nothing interferes with our plans for the future. “ “ You're a wise and considerate young man. “ “ There's much I can learn from you. “ “ What we'll do in the next few months will make history. “ “ He's small potatoes. “ “ Is something wrong? “ “ I wish you would have let me know you were coming, I could have prepared something. “ “ I didn't want you to know I was coming. “ “ I want you to help me take my revenge. “ “ I don't have your brain for big deals, but this is a street thing. “ “ I remember when I was a kid, we had to be quiet when we played near here. “ “ My father taught me many things here. He taught me in this room. “ “ Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. “ “ Will he come alone? “ “ You guys lied to me, I don't want you to call me anymore. “ “Close the fucking door ! “ “ What's the matter? “ “ You open the fucking bar I'll blow your head in. “ “ When I woke up I was on the floor, and I donit know how it happened. “ “ jesus, jesus. “ “ I dont know and i dont understand why, i can't remember. “ “ I'll speak to him. “ “ The doctors would disagree, but what do they know? “ “I saw an interesting thing happen today. “ “ It occurred to me, the soldiers were paid to fight. The rebels weren't. “ “ What I wouldn't give for twenty more years. “ “ I’m kind of nervous from the trip. Can I get a drink or something? “ “ It's not easy to be a son. “ “ How do you say bana daquiri ? “ “ Can i trust you with something? “ “ Before i reach my hotel, i'll be assassinated. “ “ He thinks he's gonna live forever. “ “ Someone put a bullet through his eye. No one knows who gave the order. “ “ i love you, but don’t ever take sides against the family again. ever. “ “ I didnt ask who gave the order because it had nothing to do with business. “ “When i wake, if the moneys on the table i'll know i have a partner. If it isnt, i'll know i dont. “ “ I know it was you, [name]. You broke my heart. “ “ You're still my brother. “ “ Where's my brother? “ “ Young man, i hear you and your friends are stealing goods “ “ You and your friends should show me some respect. “ “ You young punks have to learn how to respect a man like me ! “ “ The cops will show up at your house and your family will be ruined. “ “ Of course if I’m wrong about how much you stole - I’ll take a little less. “ “ Tell your friends i don’t want a lot , just enough to keep my mouth shut. “ “ Why should we give him the money we sweated for? “ “ I’ll reason with him. “ “ I never lie to my friends. “ “ Tell him you'll pay him whatever he wants, dont argue with him. Then i'll go and get him to agree. “ “ Just remember that i did you a favor. “ “ I'll make an offer he won't refuse. “ “ I’m short of money right now. I’ve been out of work so... give me a little time. “ “ How come I’ve never heard of you before? “ “ You’ve got a lot of guts. “ “ You’ve done well for yourself. “ “ [Name], your father loves you so much. “ “ We called it a family. “ “ At first like everybody else, I was a soldier. “ “ When the boss says push a button on a guy, I push a button. “ “ No, i never talked to him. “ “ You may find this very amusing but i promise you the members of this committee do not. “ “ He was being strong for his family. “ “ By being strong for his family, could he lose it? “ “ You can never lose your family. “ “ Times are changing. “ “ It’s my pleasure, i dont want money. Take it as a gift. “ “ If theres something i can do for you, you come, we talk. “ “ [Name], why did you come to see me? “ “ He said he'd get the police to throw me out on the street. “ “ Who the hell are you to come give me orders? “ “ Do me this favor, I wont forget it. “ “ Ask your friends in the neighborhood about me, they'll tell you I know how to return a favor. “ “ Im giving back the money you gave me. “ “ Your kindness made me feel ashamed of myself. “ “ Can i offer you coffee? “ “ He won't be back. “ “ It was a term used by his friends. One of attention and respect. “ “ They have honored me with their support and friendship. “ “It would be a shame if we allowed a few rotten apples to give a bad name to the whole barrel. “ “ They are the salt of the earth and the backbones of this country. “ “ i hope they will have the decency to clear my name with the same publicity with which they have besmirched it. “ “ Well, just get a good night's sleep. “ “ Tomorrow... my life wont be worth more than a nickel after tomorrow. “ “ You’ve got a great home here, for the rest of your life. “ “ You'll live like a king. You’ll be a hero. “ “ How did they get their hands on him? “ “ He thought you double crossed him. “ “ Our detectives said he was half dead, scared stiff calling out that you'd turned on him. “ “ I havent got a lot to say, [name]. “ “ What about now? Is there anything you can help me out with? “ “ I didn't know it was gonna be a hit. I swear to God i didn’t know. “ “ He said there was something in it for me if i could help him out. “ “ He said that you were being tough on the negotiations. “ “ It would be good for the family. “ “ He said it would be good for the family. “ “ And you believed that story? You believed that? “ “ He said there was something in it for me, on my own. “ “ I’ve alway taken care of you. “ “ Did you ever think about that? Did you ever once think about that? “ “ It ain't the way I wanted it ! “ “ I can handle things, I’m smart. Not like everybody says. “ “ You’re nothing to me now. Not a brother, not a friend. I don’t want to know you, or what you do. “ “ There’s more people than at a ballgame here! “ “ I have my own family. “ “ But it was all lies, everything. “ “ So I said yeah, sure why not. “ “ There are some things id like to talk to you about. “ “ What really happened with [name]? “ “ Where is he now? “ “ I had nothing to do with it. “ “ You’ve become blind! “ “ I don’t want to hear about it “ “ At this moment i feel no love for you at all. “ “ I never thought that would happen, but it has. “ “ We leave tomorrow. “ “ [Name], you haven’t heard me. “ “ In time, you'll think differently. “ “ I know what that meant to you. I'll make it up to you. “ “ I’ve learned that I have the strength to change. “ “ I had it killed because this must all end. “ “ I know now that it’s over. I knew it then. “ “ There would be no way you could ever forgive me. “ “ I'd like to stay close to home now, if it’s alright. “ “ I hated you for so many years. “ “ I think that I did things to myself, to hurt myself, so that you'd know that I could hurt you. “ “ You were just being strong for all of us. “ “ I forgive you. “ “ Can't you forgive [name] ? “ “ Our business friend and partner is in the news. “ “ He's only got six months anyways. “ “ It would be like trying to kill the president, theres no way we can get to him. “ “ If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything - it’s that you can kill anyone. “ “ Is it worth it? You’ve won, do you want to wipe everybody out? “ “ I don’t feel I have to wipe everybody out. Just my enemies, that’s all. “ “ I've always been loyal to you. What is this? “ “ Every time i put a line in the water I said a Hail Mary, and every time I said a Hail Mary I caught a fish. “ “ He's ten times tougher than me. Old fashioned. “ “ We were like the roman empire. “ “ When a plot against the emperor failed, the plotters were always given a chance to let their families keep their fortunes. “ “ The little guys, they got knocked off. “ “ [Name], kiss your mama goodbye. “ “ Mother of God, pray for us sinners. “ “ You break your father's heart on his birthday. “ “ Your country ain’t your blood. “

[dreamwritesimagines]

Crown Of Hearts 1- The Pretty Visitors [Ivar x Reader]

A.N.: Hello my darlings! As a lot of you guys wanted it, here is the sequel to the Faint of Heart, but it can be read on its own if you wish<3 Please tell me what you think, kisses! <3

Summary: Not every visitor is welcomed.

Characters: Ivar x Reader, Ubbe x Torvi, Hvitserk, Bjorn

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of violence and blood, mentions of sex and arranged marriage, please read with care. Also, friendly reminder that  I don’t condone any of the messed up stuff happening on the show or in here.

Word Count: 1667

Due to the linking issue, you can reach the prequel “Faint Of Heart” on my masterlist!

Gif’s not mine!

When you were a child, you had promised yourself you would never be like your parents. Deep down, you knew you would be a queen somewhere, since that was all everybody talked about –especially your brother- and throughout your education, that was the one thing they had focused on.

Learn languages, so that you can communicate with different ambassadors.

Make sure you look good, so that neither the king nor the people can ever see you with a hair out of place.

Learn to dance, learn to smile, learn to-

Poison people. Just in case.

Learn to never show what you feel, learn to see through hidden motives, because that might just save your life one day.

Everything was planned, but nobody told you anything about love. Nobody could prepare you how much you’d love the people of Kattegat and Ivar and all the Ragnarssons.

Nobody told you anything about how much you’d be loved by them.

Back when you were a child, every plan was free of emotions. Your marriage would be arranged in a way that would serve your brother’s kingdom, to make him stronger, more powerful, but-

Nobody really told you anything about you being more powerful than him either.

Nobody even thought of the way you and Ivar would build a legacy together.

You weren’t sure you would believe them, even if they told you.  

The familiar babbling pulled you out of your thoughts, and you looked over your shoulder, then walked to bed to see the wet nurse putting your son on the bed so that he could sit up straight, looking up at you with his wide blue eyes, his black hair sticking in every direction. He smiled at you, letting you take a peek at his two shiny white teeth popping up, then held his arms up the same time your falcon who was standing guard over the crib flapped her wings.

“Hello my love,” You said softly as you lifted him up into your arms, “Thank you Hilde.”

The wet nurse smiled at you, “Anything else, my queen?”

“No, thank you. Is Gala around, have you seen her?”

“She was with lady Bree in the Great Hall, my queen. Should I get her?”

You shook your head, “No,” you said “You may leave, I’ll take it from here.”

She bowed and left the room, and you tried to ignore the jealousy at the pit of your stomach for the hundredth time, then looked down at Ragnar who was playing with your hair,

“Ragnar?” you grinned at him, rocking him slightly, “Good morning again, my little love, did you have nice dreams? Hm?”

“Ma ma!” Ragnar said his chubby cheeks showing his dimples and you quickly changed his clothes, then made your way to the Great Hall, your falcon Eitr flying behind you.

“Do you know who’s visiting today?” You asked him, “Some ambassadors from your future kingdom. Well, other kingdom. Are you excited?”

Eitr glided over your shoulder into the Great Hall the same time you stepped in, and Ragnar flailed his arms, as if trying to fly to Ivar.

“We’re here, calm down,”  you let out a laugh as Ragnar giggled, clenching his small fists towards Ivar who looked over his shoulder the moment he heard his giggles.

“My beloved,” you greeted him, and he motioned at the earl to leave, then took Ragnar from you who let out a squeal of glee,

“My love,” he said, then looked down at him, “Hello there, vicious prince.”

Ragnar patted his hands over Ivar’s lips and you shook your head slightly, then let him lean into you to kiss you,

“What did Earl Holger want?”

“To bring more men to the next raid,” he said, “He wants more of the treasure, I suppose.”

“What did you say?”

“That I’d think about it,” he lifted Ragnar up in the air, making him babble and give him a wide smile,

“Ivar, careful-“

“I’m holding him tight, don’t worry,” he made a face at Ragnar, “Why does your mother not trust us, hm?”

“How is he very calm with you and all excited with him?” You heard Bjorn’s voice behind you and turned around to see Bjorn and Bree smiling at you.

“Because I don’t carry him around by the ankle just to hear him giggle?”

“That was once and he liked it.” Ivar said, and Bree shook her head slightly.

“They’re almost here.”

“Where is Hvitserk?”

“Probably off somewhere trying to convince Gala that he is in love with her.”

Ivar scoffed, “Again?”

“It’s been months.” Bjorn commented and Bree shrugged,

“Well with his reputation I can’t say I blame her for having doubts.”

“If she keeps having doubts, he will ask her to marry him one of these days.”

“I think that’d be wonderful!” You said and Ivar shook his head.

“I pity the woman who will marry him.”

“Ironically enough, I remember him saying the same thing about you.” Bjorn took Ragnar from Ivar, “So these ambassadors..?”

“Bring news from my home country,” you said, “Letters lately have been… strange.”

“Strange how?”

“Apparently some lords might be up to something for another heir.”

“They have Ragnar.”

“They also have…one of my cousins. He thinks he has the right to the throne.”

Ivar groaned and turned to Bjorn, “I told you we should’ve killed every lord back there.”

“Because that would work really well, Ivar-“ Bjorn started but a movement by the entrance grabbed your attention.

“Your majesty!” the man leading the others bowed down and looked up at you, “It’s a pleasure to be in your presence.”

“Lord Raydon.” You said, “Welcome to Kattegat.”

“King Ivar,” Lord Raydon greeted him and your eyes found the other man behind Lord Raydon, who stole a glance at you.

“You didn’t tell me Osmond would be here,” you heard Bree’s soft murmur behind you, and you smiled at Osmond,

“Your majesty.” He bowed as Eitr flew over their heads, then returned to your side,

“Thank you for having us,” Lord Raydon said, “It upsets me terribly that we had to meet under these circumstances, but I’m sure it will all be alright in the end.”

“That’s what we hope,” Ivar said, “Otherwise, I will have to plan another war with your country, we all know how it went for your lords the last time. You lost more than half of them, because of their misplaced loyalty to their king, instead of their princess.”

Of course everyone knew why that had happened. Everybody knew it was the joint decision of you and Ivar.

Lord Raydon smiled calmly, “I do hope that it will not come to that, your grace,” he said, “It is not just me, but the mother of your queen who wishes that.”

Your head snapped up, “My mother?”

“Your mother sent you a letter, your majesty.” Lord Raydon motioned at someone behind him, and a girl with striking blue eyes walked through the crowd, “She sent it with her trusted  fortune teller Wilone after she had a dream about the upcoming wars awaiting you and your beloved heir.”

Out of the corner of your eye, even you could tell how shocked Bree was but you tried to keep your expression stable.

“I see,” you said, “Wilone, is it?”

“Yes your grace,” she dropped a curtsy and offered you the letter, “Your mother was devastated by grief, but she wants to have peace with you. She says she’d like to see her grandson in the near future, the heir to the throne.”

That….did not sound like your mother at all.

You took a peek at her skin but it carried none of the signs of poison upon touching the letter, so you took it from her.

“Thank you,” you said calmly “Well, I suppose all of you are very tired. Please eat and rest, before we can talk more.”

They bowed and scattered along the room, then Ivar turned to you,

“Your mother?”

“My mother knows my part in that war, she would never want to have peace with me, not after my brother’s death.”

Bjorn shrugged, “Maybe she is getting old and wants to see her grandson like she said. Age makes people gentler.”

“Not my mother.” You said slowly as Hvitserk entered the hall, followed by Gala who made her way to the table to grab a cup of ice water, redness covering her cheeks as she averted her glances from all of you, trying her hardest to hide her smile.

“What did I miss?” Hvitserk asked and Ivar turned to him,

“Ambassadors.”

“I don’t really like them.”

“You haven’t met them Hvitserk,” Bjorn said, and Hvitserk rolled his eyes,

“I met some ambassadors, they prefer words instead of war.”

Bree touched the small of your back, making you turn to her so that she could whisper to you without anyone hearing you.

“My sweet?”

“I know,” you nodded, “I know. Something is going on, my mother hates me. She would rather see me dead, instead of us having peace. She always loved Edgard better because he was the male heir, it makes no sense-”

“Listen to me closely,” Bree cut you off, “I would be very careful if I were you.”

“Why?”

She nodded at the crowd and you turned your head just in time to see Wilone watching Ivar intently with a small smile on her face, as if she was both curious and thrilled, but it was like a flash of a thunder because soon enough she dragged her gaze away and looked around the hall. You could feel the ice cold feeling spreading through you and Eitr started to circle the room while Ragnar leaned his head on Bjorn’s shoulder, sucking on his thumb and closing his eyes and Ivar pulled you closer to him,

“Why is Eitr so restless?”

You hesitated for a moment, but managed to smile and then shrugged,

“I have no idea,” you said slowly, “I suppose we will find out soon.”

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[oh-boleyn]

katherine / infamy

words: 4880, one shot, language: english

anne / jane / katherine / catherine

TW: there are suicidal thoughts, slutshaming, victim guilt, minor ways of self harm, nightmares and some other things.

this turned to be a character study rather to any other thing but oh well, it's done

the commentary between scenes are things I got from internet about Katherine Howard.

Katherine Howard was just an attention seeker.

(…)

When they first arrived at the twenty-one century, Katherine Howard felt alone. It was a whole new world; one she didn’t have a clue of what was it about. Didn’t even have the advantage of knowing other women, except for Anna of Cleves, the only one she met during her short time as queen when they shared a dance, but nothing more.

The rest of them were just rumours while she was in court. Names nobody dared to say. Histories without faces, blurry memories. All of them carried themselves as queens. All of them except her, who was just a frightened nobody in the middle of five of the most powerful and celebre queens.

(…)

Katherine Howard was a silly flirt who actually did sleep around even after she’d married the king.

(…)

They had all been thrown into a small house. With thin walls, two bedrooms, loud queens and just one bathroom. She shared room with Anna of Cleves, this royal Germany queen who was the second divorcee, and Anne Boleyn.

A cousin she never really had the chance to meet, since Henry decapitated her when Katherine was still young. Anne Boleyn, her famous, notorious cousin, a mystery to this new world. Anne was perfect, smart, pretty, even her reincarnated version had the long dark brown hair and big curious eyes. She knew about politics, debate, could talk fluently in English and French.

In the new world, Anne Boleyn was an icon. A notorious woman who got beheaded because of her opinions and incapacity of keeping quiet was something admirable today, and everyone loved her, as the French court once did.

The opinion about Katherine was not the same. Not then, and not now. She was a traitor before, and now she was a naïve who couldn’t even save her own life. A foolish, provocative girl who warmed her way into the king’s bed, and other beds too. She didn’t have a legacy, didn’t left anything to be remembered.

(…)

Katherine Howard: Whore or Victim?

(…)

Money and finances were not something she was interested. She wasn’t good with numbers, Francis always said that. About how she was so lucky to be so pretty, or else nobody would want her as a secretary. With the years she had been discouraged to keep trying, so she just stopped.

Not every woman had been made to be good with it. Katherine considered herself more of a pretty face, rather than someone with a great intellect. It felt shallow, now more than ever. Her life was just like that, being a pretty face, smile, conceal emotions. She was raised by her step-grandmother to please. Emotion were not needed when trying to grant pleasure to someone else.

The other queens weren’t like her. And maybe that’s why they were so worried about making money or getting jobs.

The great salvation came by Catherine’s hand. Catherine Parr, not Aragon. Rewrite their histories, if everyone could make money out of it, why not them? It could be a way to reclaim what happened to them, set the record straight, be view as the real queens they were, not just six who banged the same guy.

(…)

Katherine Howard – The Material Girl?

(…)

“Catherine, almost moved into a nunnery, and then not.” Her voice sounded snob, trying to mock the other queen. “That could almost be really hard for you.” She concluded with a fake pout.

Her heart was beating faster every second. She was never good at arts.

Even when trying to please Manox, her first music teacher, he always wanted more. She could always be better, greater. It was never enough, no matter how high her voice went while singing, or how many times she practiced dancing, or how much her hand aches after playing one instrument for hours, she was not enough.

Not enough like the air in her lungs while performing. The rest of the group were natural, delivering their lines perfect, playing with the silences making it enjoyable and funny. But she wasn’t like that, she talked way too fast, pronounced words unintelligible and forgot that she had talk.

The musical, a fake competition, didn’t help her. It didn’t bring her release, or peace. Katherine felt always numb, there was no connection between what she was doing and her own story. Her past life just felt like a numb blurry dream.

(…)

Katherine Howard, a slut 17-year-old queen who was beheaded for being a slut!

(…)

It came to Katherine attention how much Catherine (of Aragon) hugged Catherine (Parr). They were usually together, helping or making each other’s hair and make-up. She knew Cathy was Catherine’s goddaughter, but the physical affection takes her by surprise anyway.

The idea of touch being something soft, delicate was so out of her range. Her father was bed-ridden and her mother died while she was young. After that everyone was rough. For the Duchess, touch was only a way of punishment. Katherine sometimes saw the ghost of bruises she would have when she didn’t behave like a lady, when her feelings were shown.

Touching was never something appreciated after that.

(…)

Manipulative, flirty seductress.

(…)

The show was doing well, so well that they bought a new house.

New is a way to say, because it’s old, really old. It needs to be fix, the stairs crack, it is too cold, and there are leaks in the bathroom. But it’s bigger, and each one of them get a room or something like that. Catherine Parr takes the basement, and Anne takes the attic. Anna decides to stay on the only bedroom that is on the first floor. And now Katherine is stuck between Aragon and Seymour.

The room feels impersonal, and Katherine is going crazy trying to make it feel more like her. She paints it, buys a carpet, a desk. When all of it fails, she starts pinning fanart to her wall, photos with Anne and Anna, tickets of plays and movies they attended. She is trying to make new memories but it doesn’t work, it feels like she is just pretending. As if she stole a life. It feels numb and impersonal.

An empty room could be a good metaphor for an empty brain. God knows she had never been bright.

(…)

The Tudors Season 3 episode guide says “As Henry presses for an end to his new marriage, a new sexual conquest emerges – young prostitute Katherine Howard”

(…)

“Kitty, I bought new chokers.” Anne says one day, entering her room.

Katherine doesn’t like buying new necklaces or chokers, maybe because she feels them dreadful. Still she wears them every day. The scar around her neck is a darker colour than her skin, resulting in a brownish tone to it. It looks grotesque. Internet, that magic source of information calls is a hypertrophic scar, thick and raised injured skin.

“Great.” She responds, smiling.

“I thought you might like the pink ones, after all you wear a lot of pink.” She started passing Katherine pieces of electric and baby pink fabric.

“And you wear a lot of green.”

“What can I say? It’s my brand.”

“Are you okay, Annie?” Katherine asks when she notices Anne does not have her usual energy.

“Yes, just Aragon getting on my nerves.” Boleyn sits on her bed. “I’m sure she hates me. It’s not news, we been knew for like, I don’t know, five hundred years. But I hoped it would change.”

“I’m sure she hates me too.”

“Why would you say that KitKat?” Anne frowns. “Did she say something to you?”

“No, but I’m sure she is not too fond of me. Mary wasn’t.”

The look in her cousin’s face does something to her stomach, twisting it. Anne loves her, and Kat knows she does. She uses pet names with her, and calls her Kit, or Kitty or variations of it. Anne tries to protect her. But Katherine knows she doesn’t deserve any of it. Why would she?

Even when she is trying her best, Katherine can’t love Anne back that easily. It doesn’t come natural to her. Giving her love to someone never resulted in anything good. Honestly, it resulted in death. She feels guilty about not reciprocating, but it’s the best way to keep the other queen safe.

“I love this pink.” She tries to change the conversation.

(…)

Michael Hirst describes her as a “Lolita figure”.

(…)

Not even in court, where nothing was private, and people would get into anyone’s problems, people had so much opinions. Nowadays, with social media and phones, everybody had a word. Parr said something about it, about Warhol and how we imposed the new “five minutes of fame”. Social media helped to convey that.

While she was dead, people made up their minds about her. It would be nice to say that they found her just to be someone trying their best, but for the most part it wasn’t. They described her as this femme fatale. A sexually active, young woman, who seduced a whole court.

Five hundred years later, she was still nothing more than a common harlot.

The movies, and TV shows helped with it. Always naked, disposed to just fuck. A toy. A possession. The king’s favourite flower.

Katherine couldn’t be really mad about it, because that was all about her. Even her solo was about how she was the ten among these three. Aragon was the faithful wife, Boleyn the witch who made England break the church, Seymour the one he truly loved, Cleves the great queen of the castle, Parr the feminist writer.

Katherine Howard was the pretty one.

There was no personality to it, just a pretty face that happened to be compared with real queens. Of course, she would never win.

(…)

A nymphomaniac.

(…)

The first time she doesn’t feel drugged or numb comes after a show.

They were just heading out, tired out of their minds. Katherine just felt tired, as always. With that voice in the back of her head telling her how she was weak for not giving more every performance.

A man took her by the wrist, and a wave came from it. Her whole-body getting tense. It comes from her wrist, all through her arm, to her shoulder, finally getting to her neck. And now she can’t breathe. His hand is still there, firm, while she is trembling.

It could have been hours, or minutes, or seconds, but her mind was panicking and racing. She couldn’t seem to hold on to a thought, instead everything became overwhelming, a dizzy feeling. Her body not responding her calls.

“Kitty, can you hear me?” A voice quietly talks. It must be Anne; she is the only one who calls her that.

“We should take her inside.” Another voice speaks. “It’s not safe here.”

“Outside air can help, Jane.” She starts focusing in what the queens are talking. “Kat?”

She manages to break the amount of nervous on her and starts breathing heavy, as if she just ran a marathon.

“I’m okay.”

She sounds raspy, more tired than before if it was even possible.

“Can we go home?”

Parr gives her a hand to take and stand up, but she refuses and decides to stand up by herself. Instead of going to Anna’s car as she would usually do, she heads to Aragon’s, sitting in the passenger seat, making sure to set distance between her and the other queen. Luckily nobody makes questions, and Parr rides with Cleves and Boleyn, so the car is not packed.

(…)

A girl whose only education was into how to please a man.

(…)

She didn’t think it was possible, but it gets worse.

Now, instead of feeling nothing, she feels too much. Way too many bad things. She feels something raw coming from inside of her. It’s so sad, it’s eating her from inside. Her limbs are so tired, but now she can’t sleep. There are nightmares keeping her awake.

It results that feeling was not good after all.

But at least, it makes her feel alive.

After a night full of nightmares, she would just go to the kitchen and serve herself, and usually Cathy Parr, a cup of coffee. If it wasn’t enough, another cup wouldn’t do any harm. She sometimes drank energy drinks if her first cup was not even of a little help, but tried not to rely on them. It was not healthy.

The rest of the queens didn’t bring up what happened, nor her new sleeping habits. Anne would shoot her concerned looks, but nothing outside that. No words.

She must not care. Katherine thought. She knows I’m Katherine Howard, too idiotic to even be sad.

She managed. Pretended to be happy, to have energy. To be oblivious.

(…)

A reckless fool.

(…)

“Jane, just stop it, okay?”

They were alone in the theatre, the rest of the queens were heading out to a bar, instead Seymour and Howard were going home. Katherine was just so tired after just two hours of sleep, and Jane simply didn’t liked bars as much as the rest of them.

“It’s cold, put on a coat or something more, you will catch a cold.” She tried to give the teenager her pink sweater, but all she got was rejection.

“Just don’t.” Katherine bitted her lip, but couldn’t help herself and snapped. “Stop acting as if I’m a child.”

“You are nineteen.” Jane stated.

“I am like five hundred years old.” There was bitterness in her voice. “Nobody cared about me being nineteen when the king beheaded me. They didn’t even care when I was younger, why now?”

“Because I care about you.” The blonde tried to look for Katherine’s eyes, but she was too focused on the ground.

“You shouldn’t.”

There were just too many connotations to what she was saying. She felt trapped inside her own mind, a mind that was useless. As long as she looked pretty, nobody should care about anything else. It was more than enough. Feelings were too complex and ended in tragedy, and whoever cared for her would have to see her downfall.

If she didn’t take them down with her.

After all, Thomas cared. Or so he said.

(…)

Cold, calculating and ambitious.

(…)

The nightmares would just not stop, even as much as she tried.

She would just wake up, agitated and breathless, with the images still going through her mind, even when her eyes were open looking to her bedroom celling.

Katherine tried all the things internet said about sleeping without nightmares. Don’t sleep on her stomach, drink something warm first, try to be warm. Nothing worked. It just got worse and worse, to a point were her still shaken up body would not response once she was awake, instead looking at dark figures that painted the walls in her room.

Internet calls it parasomnia, she calls it her brain just can’t seem to work properly.

It’s one night when after an episode she hears a knock on her door. Heavily moving aching muscles, she opens it, revealing Aragon with a bag of crackers.

“I heard you were having a nightmare.”

Katherine lets her in.

“Why the crackers?” She asks, while sitting back on her bed.

“They say that if you talk about a nightmare without eating something first, it will become true.”

She offers one to Katherine, who accepts.

“I am not sure it was a nightmare.” She takes a deep breath. “I don’t want to talk about it either.”

They fall into a not so comfortable silence.

“Why are you awake?” the teenager asks.

“Nights are a hard time for me. I can’t close my eyes without a memory appearing. Tonight, is Mary.”

“I remember things about her.”

“I do too. I still can remember when she was a baby, you should have seen her. Her hair was so soft, and her skin looked like porcelain. Like a doll, too perfect to be real.”

“I wasn’t even born when she was a baby.”

Aragon laughs unpredictable. “You got me there.” Her face turns darker. “I can’t wrap my head about the things she had done. What they say about her. Bloody Mary, a ghost story. She was just so kind before.”

“Life in court can change you.” Katherine establishes. “Those were other times; other things were allowed. Things people now would consider monstrous.”

“No, that is still no excuse.” Catherine smiled even with eyes full of tears. “I won’t keep you up any longer, there’s no need for it.”

“You can stay here.” Katherine spoke before thinking. “If both of us have problems sleeping, it might be good to be together.”

It becomes a thing, when they heard the other one was up, they would get a bag of crackers and go to the other room. Spending nights talking about meaningless things, trying to take their minds out of dark places.

Katherine discovers Aragon knows a lot of history, things that people have already lost, or that she never heard of. Spanish proverbs and idioms, details of her time as queen. It becomes their night time stories. Talking about the older queen’s past but never about the younger. There is something so appealing for Katherine about history, a curiosity she didn’t knew she had inside her.

It helps.

(…)

It is easy to see Katherine as a spoilt child, a child saying “I want, I want…” all the time and sticking out her bottom lip and sulking if she didn’t get her way.

(…)

Anna is objectively pretty. She doesn’t have the fine gestures of Aragon, or elegancy as Parr. She doesn’t have striking green eyes like Anne. But Anna is still attractive. Full lips, dark skin, and short hair. She chopped it off as soon as they landed to the modern times, and never let it long again.

Anna was also the only one who could remember her time as queen.

Still she doesn’t talk about it, she just ignores history all together. Cleves is great at support, noticing when they are tired and buying stuff for make them feel better.

They are friends, or so she thinks, still there is a lot that is out of the line. Things they never talk but all of them know. About her own past as queen, how Jane’s actions have led to Anne getting beheaded, about Parr’s implications with Elizabeth.

Katherine wonders if they had Googled her. If they have seen the show made about Henry. She is afraid because nobody talks about her truth, is either morbid retellings on how she was abused, on how they pimped her way into Henry’s arms, or about the teenage, spoiled brat she was.

Kat doesn’t think she is either of them. She is not just someone they used to climb their way into court, nor just a teenager who had everything she ever wanted.

Maybe she is something in the middle, constructed by pieces of it. Just pieces because she knows she is not whole; she is breaking beyond repair. Every day it passes it’s another piece, another fragment missing. A nightmare long forgotten; a night lost from her mind.

A rose without a thorn was unnatural after all.

(…)

No other wish but his.

(…)

Katherine realizes her costume is the smaller one, and not only talking about size.

She sometimes feels exposed, and wishes for pants or a better skirt, but the costume designer assured her it was better that way, to play the seductress and then surprise the audience with her real story.

Whore or victim, no in between.

At least she loved pink.

“Kitty, you ready?” Anne asked.

They were at a big studio, and their performance was going to be on TV. All the queens were so anxious the house was as loud as ever, even at night.

“I’m a little bit scared.” She admitted, punishing herself for admitting that.

“Don’t be, you do perfect every night, today is just one more day.”

Emotions fills her for a moment. And it’s not as usually the horrible, dreadful feeling, but rather a warm one.

“I love you Annie.”

Her heart is beating fast, fearing rejection by her cousin. Instead Boleyn hugs her, procuring not to squeeze her in any way she might panic.

“I love you even more Kitty.”

They stay for a while. It’s been hundreds of years since the last time someone hugged her and talked about love. But it felt real. A family bond that she never thought she could have again.

“Now, get prepared, you are going to kill it tonight.”

(…)

Had many characteristics of a juvenile delinquent, who was spoiled, fawned upon, and flattered.

(…)

Jane is the first one to start seeing a psychologist.

She has a survivor’s guilt, even when she was the one who died. But it was honest that she was also the one who came back. Katherine wants to help, but doesn’t know how. Dying is easier when you wish for it. When you leave no one behind.

“How was therapy?” Kat asks when Jane gets home after the first session.

“It’s good, I think. Talking about it was like releasing a breath I didn’t knew I was holding. I know there is still a lot to work on, but I feel like it is a good decision.” She smiles. Jane lets her hand in the table, offering it to the teenager without a word. She takes it. “Thanks for asking, Kitty.”

“Can you not call me that?” Katherine pleads, giving Jane’s hand a little squeeze. “Annie calls me that, and I like it being a thing with her.”

She knows it’s cold to just say that, but Anne has been the only one to call her that. From the moment they arrived, while everyone called her Katherine, for her cousin she was Kitty. It gave her a feeling of comfort, of belonging to a family. Boleyn was her family.

“No problem, we can look for another nickname.” Jane smiles. “I want to bake cookies, what do you think?”

(…)

Could this ‘whore in the bedroom’ really be a virgin?

(…)

“Are you okay, Catherine?” Kat asks.

The survivor was still in the kitchen, even when it was past midnight. Her face was slammed on the table, illuminated by the cold light of her notebook.

“Yes, just can’t seem to get this done.” She straightens her spine.

“What is it about?”

“Just about Spain history, and the colonies.”

“Can I read?”

“Yes. I will make tea.” Parr handles the computer to the fifth queen.

Catherine takes two mugs, and chooses peppermint tea for them both. When the water is hot, she serves it, and takes the sugar to the table.

“It is good, really.” Howard says.

“I can sense a “but”.” Catherine laughs.

“You are only taking one side; you should know how Spain sent a lot of people from the church on missions to re-educate the natives. Las misiones Jesuitas. Politics and religion were more connected than what this make it look like.”

“That’s… Very true. I didn’t know you were interested in history.”

Kat can feel her face getting redder and warmer, embarrassed.

“It’s great, if you ever want to work together, you know where to find me.”

Work. Work together.

The teenager is not sure about how to react.

(…)

If only she had been willing to put her pride and title aside, (…) she may have lost her title as queen but kept her head.

(…)

When she realizes how much her life had changed, it’s more than half a year since they arrived.

There is still something obscure, twitching inside of her. The voices of a million ghosts, and even more people now with their opinions.

Researching history with the first and the last queen helps her. She starts noticing the changes in the discourses, how things that could be empowering before now are just mere normal things. The idea of a part of history she missed is attractive, and she spends hours on Wikipedia and blogs before talking to Parr about trivia facts she finds of the years they were dead.

The house gets better by the time. Having it painted, changed the plumbing, renewed the stairs. It also gets better with them, slowly growing into a group, learning how to deal with each other.

It’s slow, but it gets better.

(…)

I have to conclude that Catherine was incredibly stupid and foolhardy.

(…)

Katherine decides to start therapy. Jane talks highly of how it affected her, how she resolved so many things about her past. And the youngest queen just wants that, to be liberated, to step out of her own shadow.

At first therapy was good, having a chance to talk about her feelings, about living with people who were totally strangers. Adapting to a new world. Having a cousin. It all comes easy, it’s just the way it is. It gives her a short feeling of release, of being liberated, but it always quickly vanishes.

Not everything can always be smooth sailing in her life.

“What is a child?” Her psychologist, a woman in her middle thirties asks.

“A child?”

“Yes, what do you consider a child?”

“A really young human, I guess.”

It’s a weird question, and she feels as if she was being interrogated. That is what exams must feel like.

“I can’t really remember a lot from my childhood.” Katherine starts. “It’s just things. My mother died when I was five. I loved dancing; my father let me study it. I was never good at important things, such as math or music.”

“Why you weren’t?”

“I’m not sure. Manox always told me how I wasn’t enough, how I should try harder and be better. Francis was also like that, telling me to be quiet, to please. My grandmother also was like that, wanted all of us, the ladies to be better.”

She waits, thinks how to continue.

“I think what I always wanted to do was to make them proud, to be always better. I wanted to be liked, just that. I thought that if I was better my father was not going to leave me in a place full of people I didn’t know.”

Katherine can feel herself thinking again, trying to put her thoughts into words once, and once again.

“Why do you do this to yourself, Katherine?” Her psychologist watches her straight to her eyes. “Why are you hiding things for me? You think, and think, and think again, trying to control what your saying, how you move, how you act. I can’t judge you, and I won’t. You need to be real here, or else therapy is not going to help.”

“When I was real, I died.” Tears are streaming down her face; a pout is there and she doesn’t want to look so much like a child, but she feels small.

“Were you real? Why did you love him?”

(…)

She must have had rocks in her head.

(…)

It takes time after that, to really open up.

It takes even more time to notice that a lot of her thoughts weren’t hers, but rather thoughts she had attached herself to. It becomes difficult to realize that she is made of other people’s opinions. That she is just a victim of an adult game. It doesn’t come easy, and when it comes, it breaks her.

It breaks her to the core, to a point she is not sure how to act because that’s all she has ever knew.

(…)

Katherine had been shameless. She had been deceitful. But that was all.

(…)

Anna is there when she gets back from one therapy session.

“How was it today?” Cleves asks.

“Was I just a child?” Katherine returns a question.

“Explain that, please.”

The queen who lived the longest makes the youngest sit on the couch.

“Was I just a child when I arrived to court?”

“You were. You were so young and knew so much about things I couldn’t even imagine.”

“I thought I was an adult.”

“That’s what older people want to make you believe to manipulate you. “You are wiser”, “Too mature for your age”, “You know better than others”.” Katherine is trembling, but that doesn’t stop Anna. “They made you believe you were ready so they didn’t have to live with their own guilt. But you are just a victim.”

The teenager starts crying, and Anna hugs her.

“I thought it was my fault.” She admits. “I thought it was me.”

(…)

There is so much that is not known about her that I am still thinking of all the ideas that people have suggested.

(…)

Dealing with trauma is not easy. Katherine slowly learns to manage. Sometimes is harder, when breathing exercises are too much for her panicking brain, or when nightmares can’t seem to stop. But she still gets out of them, learns not to blame herself.

She learns to be loved. Truly love. Not to fear emotions.

Katherine gets mad, and forgives, taking matters into her own hands. She learns to be young, to be carefree.

She learns to unlearn everything she knew, to question other people opinions about herself to the point she knows who she is, and can’t bring herself to care what an history book or some random person on internet has to say.

It’s hard, but she learns to own and embrace who she is.

[god-save-the-keen]

At plain sight - P.2

Book: Bloodbound

Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Amy)

Summary: Amy invites Adrian to a Halloween party and things turn out in a fun and hot night.

Warning: fluff / graphic sex / mention of death / fun / nsfw

Words: 4973 (This turn out longer than I expected 😂)

Note: English it's not my first language, I hope you have as much fun as I did writing this! Happy Halloween! 🧛

Catch up: At first sight P.1

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It was too much. Her clothes, her red lips, her fangs and eyes. He was completely bewitched by her, he would do whatever she wants no matter what. Adrian sit her in the table and, standing between her legs, started kissing her deeply. Both of his hand climbing up her legs, reaching the edge of her skirt, her mouth subtly open, sighing softly, with her hands in his back.

"Adrian… Baby, the party." She said in his mouth. That damn party, he didn't care about that, he wanted her right there and right now. With all his effort, he separated from her.

"Don't worry, I have something only for you later" She climb down, grabbed her phone, returned to her mortal face and took his hand. "Thank for coming with me"

"It's my pleasure, Amy" He give her one last kiss before go through the door.

Once they arrive to the club she showed the invitation to the security guy and he let them in. It was a modern space, with flashing lights, trays of drinks everywhere and loud music. Amy did a little wince.

"Amy? Are you okay?" Adrian asked, worried, looking into her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine… It just, the music it's too loud, I guess since it's my first time in a club since... Well, you know, I need to get used to." He took her waist and kiss her cheek, starting to walk away from the speakers.

Her turned after Gaius killed her was slightly different, she woke up 2 hours before the normal time, she was surprisingly strong for a new turned and her senses more sensitive than the rest of them. He and Kamilah suspected it was her bloodkeeper side what was making those differences, after all, she was the first vampire bloodkeeper in history, but they weren't sure. If he was honest with himself, he was just incredible happy that she was okay, losing her, wasn't a option. Whatever comes, whatever powers she develop, they face it together.

"Amy! Oh my god, hiiii!" A woman, dressing as Holly Golightly started walking through them. When Amy saw her, she smiled and hugged her too tight. "Damn girl, you are strong!" Amy blushed and laughed trying to not sound nervous.

"Sorry Mila! I.. uh… started boxing and I don't control my strength I guess. Anyway, this is Adrian, my boyfriend. Adrian, she es Mila, my roommate in college"

"Nice to meet you" Adrian said with a warm smile. He observed Amy's face with a huge smile on it, and he felt blissful to be with her.

"Wait, I know you, I've seen your face before... Adrian as Adrian Raines, from Raines Corp?" Amy smiled wider and nod. "Oh, lucky girl, rich and hot as fuck." Adrian laughed warmly, maybe coming to this party wasn't that bad idea.

"You think that too?" He asked to Amy, with a mischievous smile.

"Why you think I'm dating you?" And she winked at him.

"And here I was thinking it was for my heart" They laughed and Amy kissed his cheek.

"Ugh, you two are so cute!" Mila said, with a dramatic manner. "Oh my! There is Viv! See later A, so nice to meet you Adrian" And Mila was gone.

"Who is Viv? You want to say hi?" Adrian asked while they started to walk deeper into the party, hand by hand, his thumb stroking her knuckles.

"No, it's fine, I don't like her. Viv it's Mila's college ex girlfriend, they date for almost a year and then she dumped her for some rock band girl. She told me, that when the chance came, she wanted to show off how great she was, I guess this it's her chance."

Adrian laughed softly and intertwining their fingers. Since Gaius attacked her, he wanted to feel her close all the time if it was possible, the feeling he had touching her body so cold when she was dying, was something he was trying to forget. Every time he touched her warm skin, he was peaceful, happier.

After a moment he notice a guy, in a Thor costume, staring at her, his eyes roaming her body while they walked.

"Hey… Who is that?" He asked but when Amy turned, Thor was gone.

"Who?" She looked around.

"Nevermind. Dance with me?" He asked, smiling, stopping in front of her.

"Adrian Raines offering to dance modern music?" She said with a dramatic gasp making him laugh. "How I can say no to that?"

"You can't" He said with a smirk taking her by the waist leading her closer to his chest.

"In that case…" She smiled and put her arms in his shoulders, looking lovingly into his eyes, moving her hips with the music. They dance close to each other, her hips rubbing his now and then, making him wish he could push her against a wall and touch her like he only knows. Instead, he kissed her deeply.

"Want a drink?" He asked taking a step back before his dick expose how much power she had on him right now.

"Yes, please!" She said happily and went to a more relaxed section while he went to the bar. He asked for a whiskey for himself and a Cosmopolitan for Amy, her favorite. As he started to walk through her, Adrian saw her chatting with the Thor guy while he putted his hand in the wall, above Amy's shoulder. He felt his blood boiling and went with her in a flicker.

"Hi baby" She said kissing his cheek. "Thanks" She took the glass he was passing her. "Adrian, this is Kurt, we dated in college. Kurt, this is Adrian, my boyfriend." She said and his arm sneaked around her waist, pulling her closer while she leaned against him.

"Oh, nice to meet you Adrian" Kurt said with a grimace. Adrian simply nodded at him. "So, Amy, baby girl, tell me about your life" Baby girl? Adrian though grabbing his glass almost too hard, frowning.

"Oh, you know, I work in Raines Corp, we are dating almost two years now and he is the vampire who turned me." Adrian choked with his drink while Kurt look at them blankly, what was Amy doing? He looked at her and she was smiling, relaxed.

"W-what?" Kurt asked, suspiciously.

Amy laughed and show him her fake wound and he laughed too. "But he is really a vampire."

"Yeah, the costume… pretty good." Kurt said watching Adrian carefully. He took another sip of his drink, squeezing Amy softly, looking at Kurt serious. He was taller than Kurt and he made him notice that.

"I know, right? You should see his fangs!" Amy said happily. "So powerful"

"Like, plastic fangs?" Kurt asked uncertain.

"Not completely" She giggled without more clarification and winked at him "It a shame he doesn't want to show them tonight, I love how they look on his smile"

"I like have my mouth free for you" He said kissing her near to her mouth.

"Cool" Thor took his hand of the wall, uncomfortable. "Anyway, enjoy your night guys. Adrian don't bit anyone, I guess" Kurt laughed nervously as Adrian look at him with disdain.

"Don't worry, we have our feeding programming for tomorrow." Amy said showing her fakes teeths, Kurt laughed again, still nervous and take off.

"What was that, Amy?" Adrian looked at her meaningful, raising his eyebrow.

"You can't denied it was fun!" She stand up in front of him, putting her arms in his neck with a mischievous grinning. "We are literally hiding in plain sight, no one's could suspect about us tonight and less with these costumes. It Halloween, everybody is supernatural today" She winked playfully and Adrian laughed, almost feeling sorry for Kurt. Almost.

"You, my love, are terrible." He kissed her while his free hand went to the small of her back. This it would be an interesting night to say at least.

"Oh look! That's Lauren, one time she got mad at me and stole my assay from the professor desk and I failed that class!" She looked at him pouting softly, caressing the hair in his nape. "Can we have fun with her? Please? Just a bit"

"Lead the way" He said with a chuckle while she took his hand.

"Lauren, hi!" She said with a fake smile. "How are you? Adrian, my boyfriend, Lauren, we went together to Professor Bushnell class."

"Amy! Nice to see you!" She looked at Adrian roaming his body. "And an absolutely pleasure to meet you, Adrian. Enjoying the party?"

"A lot" He took a sip of whiskey. "The drinks are decent and the necks look delicious. Tempting to bit them." Amy tried to hold her laugh, she loved when Adrian follow her in this kind of nonsense.

"Wha… Oh! Your costume, right!" Lauren observed his face, like waiting for any kind of signal that he wasn't going to give her… Yet.

"Yeah, I keep saying him that hold on until tomorrow for his feeding, I hope he listen to me." Adrian chuckled, and looked to Lauren's neck, finding her pulse which she covered it with her hand, unconsciously.

"I'll tried but no promises. Maybe you have some ex classmate that bother you back there?" He smiled at her, he loved to see her so relaxed, just having a little of er… almost innocent fun.

Lauren laugh a little, falsely. "By the way Amy, I wanted to say you how sorry I am about that assay."

"Adrian! You scared her! I'm sorry Lau, he's obviously joking" She slapped him softly in the chest and he took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"Of course, of course! I knew that" She looked at him just when his eyes turned red for just a second, enough time for her to see it but also to make her doubt of what she saw. "I think I have to go. Uh, um, nice to see you both" And she disappeared into the crowd. They both started to laugh, Adrian looking her and taking a lock of hair that didn't fit in the ponytail out of her face.

"One more? Your pick" She said, grinning.

"Okay… how about that one?" He turned her softly while hugged her from behind, putting his head in her shoulder, pointing to a guy that was screaming to the waitress for his drink.

"Oh, nice one! That's Josh, he's an asshole. He invited me to a date and when I told him no, he hacked my phone." She said holding and caressing his hands in her waist and leaned on his chest "You know?… With you it's the first time I feel completely safe and loved, I never fully trusted any of these guys"

"I'm glad you feel that way… Even when it's not completely true." He said with sadness in his voice, holding her closer. "I putted you in a lot of dangerous situations. You died because of me, Amy. You died because I couldn't protect you" He said in a low tone.

She turned in his arms, holding his head between her hands, stroking his cheeks softly, looking at him in the eyes. "Adrian, baby, listen to me." Her face was serious but her eyes full of love. "I died because I couldn't just watch how he killed you, I could never bear that, I could never bear to lose you and I will never do it, not as long as I can avoid it." She kiss him softly in the lips, lovingly. "And you do save me, and not only this time, when I was mortal and I was a damsel in danger, you always save me and protected me, remember? You turned me, thanks to you, I'm here, even when I know you didn't wanted to do it like that. Never think otherwise."

"You really think that? You really feel safe with me?" He asked touching her cheek and staring into her beautiful brown eyes that he loved.

"I do. I always had" She hugged him and he returned the gesture, holding her close and kissing her forehead. "Now, let's go have fun with this jerk"

The guy was against the bar, bothering a bartender while she ignored him.

"Josh, hi! It's been so long" Amy said faking a happy tone.

"Do I know you?" He look at her up and down. "Andy right? What a babe like you is doing with a boring like him?" He was dressing like Pennywise but instead of scary, was pathetic, his makeup melting in his face and the costume was too small for him.

"Amy, and this is my boyfriend Adrian." Adrian looked at him with contempt. "He's also a vampire, you should see his strength and speed!"

"You better be away of my neck then" Josh said trying to be funny… And failing.

"I prefer that too, I don't like my dinner to be this annoying." He said, coldly. Josh stared at him, concern.

She laughed and hugged his arm, holding his hand. "I'm sorry Josh, he hadn't feed today, he used to do it with me, but as you can see, he can't." She said flashing her plastic teeths. Josh looked her lips and his eyes went down staring at her breasts shameless.

"You know? I'm changing my mind, I could feed on him and liberate the world from him" Adrian said, holding her protective and flashing his red eyes for a flicker, watching how Josh's face losses his colour.

"Please, do it!" Said the bartender he was bothering early passing behind them.

"You sure? Maybe it's a good idea" Amy said smiling happily, Adrian took a tiny step through him.

"Uuh, I think a pal is calling me so, um, I better go" And he took off almost running, crashing with a table in his way out. Amy laughed, putting her head in Adrian's shoulder.

"You were right, it is fun" Adrian pushed her against the bar, kissing her neck and stroking her waist, wishing he could touch her even more. "But I have a more fun idea." His mouth in hers, his tongue demanding control over hers.

"Luckily for you, I booked a room in the hotel above us." She said into his ear while the tip of her tongue touched his earlobe. She took his hand and lead him to a side door, entering a surprisingly quiet hotel lobby. After passed by the concierge, a bellman guide them to the elevators. Once they were inside, Adrian's hand went slowly from her waist to her butt, grabbing it while the bellman was with his back to them, Amy bit her lip, holding back a gasp and Adrian could hear her heart beating faster. When they arrive to their floor, and his hand return to her waist, the bellman open the door, give them the key and Adrian tip him. He pushed her against the door kissing her, she responded immediately, taking off his cape and vest. She separated her mouth of his.

"I have something to show you, sit over there." Her voice with lust and her eyes hungrily but she wanted to have fun.

"So demanding" He said already feeling his own excitement, his eyes darker with desire.

He sit while she fixed her lipstick and stand in front of him. She loosen her hair and started to unclasped her shirt, torturously slowly taking it off while Adrian eyes roam her body hungrily. He tried to stand up, he needed to touch her, to help her out of her clothes, caressing her whole body but Amy, with her new strength and speed, stopped him with her heel in his chest.

"No yet, baby" He sit back, feeling his pants more tight, his dick already so hard, wanting her.

She turned, putted her hands in the skirt zipper and started to open it, she took both sides of it and pulled down slowly. She was wearing a new underwear, different to any he saw before on her. It was red, the bra with a few strips around her breast, made of lace and the bottom part was a small triangle in the front and a thong, with the side with strips like the bra. She walked through him and sit in his lap, her knees in both sides of his legs, kissing him hard and deeply, rubbing slowly their hips together, moaning softly feeling his bone through his pants.

"You like it?" She asked in his ear and her tongue licked the side of his neck, leaving goosebumps in her path. He couldn't resist anymore, he grabbed her ass hard and carried her to the near wall, holding her there pinned, kissing her.

"I love it" His voice harsh, full of desire. "I've been waiting to fuck you since I saw you with that damn lipstick" He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, making her gasp softly.

"Good, that was the plan" She said starting to take off his shirt, touching with her nails his abs. "Adrian? Can I ask you something?"

"Right now, you can ask me for the world and it would be yours" One of his hand touching her breast, playing with her nipple through the bra lace, kissing her neck.

"Don't hold back" And she bite his shoulder, hard. He groaned but separated a bit and looked into her eyes deeply, he wanted to do that with her, make her feel like no one could but he didn't want to hurt her.

"You sure?" She nodded.

"Since the turning I feel my body stronger, I feel bolder, I know you never use you full strength with me but you know I can take it now and I want to enjoy each new feeling and sensation with you" Her hand slowly sliding through his chest to his pants, holding his bulk hard. He groaned and close his eyes for a moment.

"Just promise me you let me know if it's too much" He said, serious, staring into her eyes.

"I promise baby" And his lips crashed on hers, harder, roughly tan ever before, making her gasp in his mouth. Having her almost naked ready to receive him without any kind of boundary, turn on him like never before. His mouth sucked her neck, leaving bruises that heal almost instantly and his hand touched her pussy hard through her panties. She panted, moving her hips with his hand, her skin hotter than never. He ripped off her thong with his hand, dropping the rest in the floor and she groaned to the sensation of the fabric being torn in her skin, brushing her.

She was already so wet, he could smell it even before feeling it. "I love when you are so eager for me" He said touching her clit, softly, exciting her, making her wanting more. "I want to do many things to you"

"Mmmmh and what stops you?" She said breathing erratically, with her eyes on him.

He stopped her in the floor and kneeled in front of her, putted her legs in his shoulders and keeping the eye contact, he stand up pressing his mouth in her pussy and his hands in her hips, firmly holding her still. She yelp, surprised and excited in equal parts, feeling a tingle in her belly, his mouth hot in her skin taking her to a new level of excitement. He lick, bit and sucked her clit, bang her with his tongue, he took of one of his hands of her hips, sliding it across her belly and thighs until her pussy and push a finger inside her, as deep as he could.

"Oh my god, Adrian!" Her hands flat against the wall, being so higher with him eating her like that, was the most exciting thing she ever felt. One of her hands went to touch her breast with her nipples already hard as rock but Adrian stopped her in a flicker.

"Don't touch yourself. I'm the only one who can touch you tonight. I'm the only one who can make you feel like this" He putted a second finger inside her, moving them so fast and hard that she can barely breathe.

"But-- I--" His teeths pulled her clit and she moan loud. She down her hand, closed her eyes tightly and grabbed his hair hard. He groaned inside her.

"That's my girl" He keep pushing his fingers, his teeth biting inside her, his tongue liking every part of her. Her moans louder and louder, she is close, so close, he's driving her crazy, her skin on fire, her pelvic it's burning, feeling him everywhere, her hips trying to move with him, searching for her release, but his hand firmly holding her.

"Oh god! Adrian! I almost--"

"Hold it" He said, demanding, she felt another tickling of excitement. "Look at me" He said with the his voice muted from inside of her. She opened her eyes, red like his and her fangs sparkling with the light. He putted a third finger, going so deep and hard that her legs trembled in his shoulders, her heels digging into his back.

"Oh fuck!" She yelp, he felt in his mouth how desperate she was for a release but he wanted to take her to the extreme. He let go her another hip, her hips finally moving with his mouth, stepping out the pace, with one hand he caressed her clit and with another he keep moving three fingers inside her, while his mouth sucked the skin of her thighs.

"Adrian! I- I can't!" She was breathing erratic and hard, her head falling back against the wall, her mouth open panting and moaning and every single part of her burning.

"Come for me, Amy" She came harder than ever before, pulling his hair even hard as she let out a loud moan, shivering and saying his name repeatedly. He return one of his hand to her hip and his tongue to her clit, keeping touching it softly until her orgasm ends. He downed her and hold her, kissing her throat, neck and shoulders, her legs still trembling, trying to catch her breath.

"Adrian… that was…" Her voice harsh and her lips on his once more, kissing him roughly. "Incredible"

"You think I'm done with you?" Lust all over his factions and voice, he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth again, harder, and she sigh softly.

"I hope not. But this-" She pulled the collar of his shirt "-and this" Her hand grabbed the fabric of his pants near to his cock "are bothering me" He grinned taking his shirt off while she took care of his pants, grabbing his bulk through the thin fabric of his boxers, hard. She pushed him through the chair again and climb on top of him, her naked pussy pressing against his dick with the boxer in the middle while she bit him in the neck with her fangs. Adrian groan and torn apart her bra, grabbed her ass with both hands pulling her closer to his cock, his mouth in her boobs licking, sucking and baiting, her hands in the chair backrest in both sides of his head, sighing and panting softly with her head falling back.

"Tell me what you wanna feel" He said before scrap the already sensitive skin of her breast with his fangs while his hand pulled her hair.

"I--" A groan escaped her lips. "I want to feel you inside me" Her pussy wet again against his boxer. He took her to the bed, drop her in the middle and took off his underwear. He climbed on top of her, took her hands in his and pressed his hip against hers without entering.

"How much you want it?" He let go her hands and started to roughly kiss every part of her body, biting with his fangs, scraping her skin and moving his hip softly.

"I want it like I never before" She made a choking sound, trying to talk with her rapid breath, one of her hands go between them to touch her clit and once again, Adrian stopped.

"I said no touching yourself" And took both of her hands above her head in one of his, kissing her mouth deeply. "Tell me"

"Shit, Adrian, I want it so badly!" Before she could continue, he entering her, filling every inch of her, so hard that the bed creaked under them "Yes! Oh god! Mmmh....More!" He freed her hands, came out and enter again, hard and fast, the bed cracking under them, one of her hands in his back, tearing his skin while the other in his nape, pulling him closer, no matter how hot or sweet they were making love, she always wanted to feel him close and he love it too. He keep coming in and out of her, making her moaning, her whole body with goosebumps, scratchings and bruises, he groaned in her ear and nids her earlobe.

"Keep making those sounds for me" He bits her shoulder hard and touched her clit without stopping his thrusts, her back archer at him, overwhelmed. She moaned, groaned, panted, he was driving her crazy. He had his back full of scratches where her nails had been.

"Adrian! Fuck!" He grabbed her and with super speed and strength, rotated them so she be on the top, riding him. She putted her hands in his chest, scratching it, leaving drops of blood under her hands. His hands in her hips so tightly that leave bruised on it, making her move faster and deeper.

"Don't stop" He said while his hands climbing from her hips to her sides finally landing in her boobs squeezing them hard. He grabbed her butt once more pulling her closer and deeper, and sit up, with her still riding him and his head went between her breast. His hand roughly touching her clit while his mouth sucked her breast, her hands in her back, holding Adrian's leg, moving her hips fast.

"Adrian! I-- I need--!" She came hard, shivering, moaning loud, screaming his name, putting her hands on his back, scraping his skin once more. Adrian follow her, cumming inside her while he hold her close and kissed her lips. They fall on the bed, with her on top of him. After a while, Amy rolled out of him and hugged him by the waist, resting her head in his chest.

"Are you okay, Amy?" He asked watching her skin heal and her chest up and down fast. He caressed her back softly looking into her big beautiful, again brown eyes. She looked happy and satisfied, and even if they already had made love after her turning, this were the first time that they fully used their powers on it and he was worried it would be too much.

"That was… mind-blowing" Amy looked him touching his cheek with adoration before kissing him slowly but firmly. "I'm perfect baby, really, and I love every second of it, it was the most incredible sex I ever had and I love sharing this with you." She nestled with him, softly caressing his chest. "But you own my a new underwear." She said looking at the torn thong and bra.

"It so worth it" He chuckled and covered them with the bedcover, pulling her closer.

"Thanks for tonight… For coming with me, used a costume and blow my mind off" Her head landed in his chest, plating a soft his above his heart.

"You don't have to thank me". He kissed her head, caressing her back and waist under the bedcover, feeling her warm and sweaty skin. "I enjoy it, every part of it." He took one of her hands and kissed the inside of it before intwine their fingers together. "Although, this part it's my favorite."

"Mine too" He felt her smile in his skin and he smiled too. After a moment, she leaned on her elbows and look at him, serious but full of love. "I need you promise me something, Adrian."

"What is it?" He asked stroking her cheek and observing every detail in her face.

"Promise me you're going to stop blaming yourself for what happened with Gaius." Her voice firmly, her eyes never leaving his. He stood in silence for a moment, still caressing her cheek, staring into her eyes.

"I don't know if I can, love. Every bad thing that happened to you since you met me, was because I couldn't kill him the first time we beat him. He almost destroyed New York because of that." His eyes showing how much guilt and pain he was carrying. "You died because of my weakness, Amy"

"Adrian, I never thought I could love someone like I love you, just for that, it's all worth it. I wouldn't change anything of what we been through together. And maybe my mortal part died that day but I'm still here with you, we are together and fine" She moved closer and kiss him, while his hand hold her tightly by her low back. "Never think your kindness as a weakness, it's one of my favorite things of you and is what difference you from Gaius, Vega or the Baron. You need to forgive yourself" Her eyes sad, she hated see him suffering.

"Okay, I'll try. For you" Her head returned to his chest while her hand started to caressing him softly again. "I love you, Amy. You don't have any idea how much."

"Good, 'cause I love you too, Adrian" she said closing her eyes and hugging him tightly, feeling his arms around her, protective and loving. "And I'm planning do it for a very long time." Maybe this should be their new Halloween tradition, after all, they had many more to come.

❣️

[sweetlydraws]

Painted Lady AU Tomorrow Old meets New.

The final part of the countdown series. To be continued in the next animatic... Hopefully. 

Warnings: Bad Language, Chat Noir Bashing. (He doesn’t show up, but he still an ass in spirt.)

Please Enjoy!

Marinette P.O.V

“MOM! Have you seen my drawing tablet!” I yelled with my arm all the way under the couch. Panic was covering my whole body. My heart was pounding. I need to find a tablet! I’m leaving tomorrow!

“Sweetie you don’t need to yell I’m just over here. Did you check your bags?” Mom said from the kitchen. Pulling my arm out, my hands are shaking.

“I-I did! Sorry... I checked them, check them again, and again.” I stand up and start pacing. Where would it be? I check the bakery, the kitchen, the bathroom, my room, my bags… Where! I run my hand over my face.

“Did you check your balcony?” Mom said not looking up from the dishes she was washing. Freezing, I couldn’t have left it there. I couldn’t! I did, didn’t I. I was up there this morning doodling.

“Do you want me to check sweetie? You look pale.” When my eyes focus, mom is looking at me with concern. I smile. Shaking my head, I turn and head to my room. When I’m out of view, my smile falls. I’m leaving tomorrow, I don’t have time to explain that I’m scared to go on my balcony because of Chat Noir. I quietly climb the ladder. Peaking in I see that Nooroo and co are still asleep. I sneak past them to the ladder. They have been helping me pack and keeping me from panicky.

Opening the trap door quickly.

“Huh?” I see a person. Not Chat Noir. She? He? I can’t tell. They kinda look like their wear a Ladybug inspired costume. Their hood is blocking their face. But I feel their eyes on me. Looking them up and down-

“My tablet!” I said in shocked.

“Oh, so your Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I think you would like this back.” They hand the tablet to me. Getting a good look when I climb all the way up. They’re sitting and grabbing at there side.

“Are you okay? You're holding your side…” I ask as I take my tablet from them. “Who are you?” I thought out loud. Covering my mouth. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say that. It's just you’re a random person on my balcony and--”

“No, no, no.” They laugh. “It's fine. I’m the Crimson Beetle, Ladybug’s successor. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I would stand to greet you, but a certain alley cat was mad that I was going to give this back to you.” I thought I saw a faint red glow coming from their hood when they mentioned an alley cat. Wait? Alley cat? Chat Noir.

“Alley cat… Chat Noir had my tablet?” My grip tightening. Why? Why would he steal my tablet? Tears threaten to fall. I won’t let them, I wasted too many already.

“Do you know him?” They asked.

“Kinda… He came around and we talked sometimes. Did he hurt you?” I sit in front of them. Guilt filling my stomach. They’re Ladybug successor, no doubt that Chat would not like them.

“He tried to cataclysm me. Luckily the cataclysm doesn’t destroy other heroes. Hurts like a bitch tho. Sorry, language. Any idea why he would steal that from you?”

“I’ve been avoiding him. I was akumatized… I-I-” My vision starts to get blurry.

“No need to explain it to me. Being akumatized is traumatic. I would know. Also if the alley cat was your friend I can only imagine the pressure you must have felt.” They move to sit next to me. The pat my shoulder.

Wiping my eyes. “So your Ladybug replacement?” Why did I say replacement? Maybe I’m still not over her ‘Ladybug, was always better than you. And now this person is too.’ I put a hand over my eye to shake off the thoughts.

“Nah, not a replacement. Successor. I was told that she retired after the last Akuma… I suppose that was you. Did you know her like you know alley cat?” Their voice is kind. At least it seems that Fu chose a nice person.

“Kinda... I helped her interact with the Ladybl-” The words got caught in my throat. “ The ladyblog in the past.” The Beetle tsked. “If you don’t like the blog I don’t blame you.” They pull their arm away.

“I don’t hate it... I don’t hate the idea of it. A blog to help people be aware of akumas could never be a bad thing. But that blog is a gossip blog at worse, at best a uniformed after school project. Also even if you only knew LB a little, the pressure you felt knowing both of Paris heroes must be sickening.” Beetle’s hand disappeared into their hood. ‘Imagine being her.. I guess you do now Beetle. If Tikki is the same with you as she was with me, your going to go mad also.’

“Doesn’t matter now. I’m leaving tomorrow anyway.”

“You're leaving Paris?” Their hood tilted to the side.

“No, kinda. I’m going to be in-”

“Stop. If you want to leave, then you can. You don’t have to explain anything.” Their voice sounded warm. I felt like I could trust them.

We sit in comfortable silence. After a few minutes, Beetle stands up.

“Are you feeling better?” I asked quickly. Standing up with them.

“Yeah, I am. Sorry alley cat stole your tablet. I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid when you leave. Miss Dupain-Cheng.” They nod to me. They make a cross over their heart, then make a cut-throat motion. I give a small smile.

“It’s not your fault, and thank you. I hope you give him shit if he tries anything.” They laugh.

“Language, Miss.” They pull out their yo-yo.

“Marinette. Call me Marinette”

“Miss Marinette. I hope where ever you go, you're happy.” With that, they swung away. I stand there watching them leave before the chill of the night goes across my neck. Turning I head back inside.

“Nh-what are you da-doing?” Pollen slurred speech startled me.

“Just finishing up. Go back to sleep.” I wave my tablet a little. Pollen seemed happy with the response and fall back into a peaceful slumber. Pollen was sleeping in a potted plant that I was going to bring with me. I put my tablet into my bag, and get changed into pajamas. Tomorrow. I smile at the thought of the future.

 Elsewhere in Paris.

Crimson Beetle P.O.V

 As I swing towards home, my vision becomes blurry. I almost fall in panic. Landing on a rooftop, I pull my hood down. Tears?

“Why am I crying?”

‘I’m sorry that would be me.’ Oh, Tikki.

“Why are you crying.. Oh, I guess in a way you also knew Miss Marinette huh.”

‘I did. I feel as though I failed her.’

“Don’t she seems like a strong lady. Everybody has bad and good days you know.” I shrug. I still remember being akumatized. Sometimes I have nightmares that I’ll wake up and be that monster again. “You and Ladybug could only do so much. Now I’m here to help. Don’t worry Tikki!” I pat my chest in hopes that she feels comfort from my words.

‘Thank you.’ Pulling my hood up. We still have to finish patrolling, then head home. I have a test tomorrow… I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW! I throw my yo-yo in a panic.

 Tomorrow 10:30

At Clover-Bloom Academy

Marinette P.O.V

I stand at the gates of Clover-Bloom. Nooroo, Pollen, and Trixx all in a stir in my bag. Clover-Bloom is less of a school, and more like a whole town. I look down at the map. My things were picked up and dropped off earlier today.

“Honestly I still can’t believe that I’m here.” I giggled with joy.

“I’m so happy Marinette!” Nooroo cheered.

“You worked hard for this Mari. You should be proud to be here.” Trixx grinned.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you,” I looked down at the map. “There is a new Ladybug. They go by the Crimson Beetle. We met last night.”

“A new Ladybug?! Are you okay?” Pollen asked in a hushed tone.

“Of course I’m okay. I have a new role. I need to save Duusu.” A smile formed. I will save Duusu. I know I will.

“HEY! Your the new girl right?” A loud voice screamed. I stopped and turned to the voice. A girl is rushing towards me, with another following behind her. “I’m Aurora!” She holds her hand out. I shake it. “This is Vivienne!” The other girl gives a shy smile.

“I’m Marinette.” I smile still shaking Aurora's hand.

“Where are you heading to?” Vivienne asked.

“I’m not sure.” I laughed. I wiggle the map slightly. “This place is bigger than I thought it would be.”

“We could show you around if you want,” Vivienne said. She pulls Aurora hand away. I give a smile in thanks.

“I would be grateful if you would. My room is building D 6-14. I’m not sure what that means.” Aurora's face seems to start glowing.

“You're my neighbor!” She squealed. “ I’m 6-13!”

“Your building D, sixth floor 14’th room,” Vivienne explains. “I’m D 7-3” I nod. “Would you like to head to your room, or walk around?”

“I’m not ready to unpack yet. So let's walk around then.”

“Oh, we can show you the Green House Cafe!” Aurora grabs both mine and Vivienne hands and starts pulling us. I laugh. I haven’t felt like this in a while. I look over at Vivienne, she mouth I’m sorry. She’s smiling tho. I can’t help but smile back. I think I’m going to do a lot of good here.

 End of Count Down.

[resetmypatientviolence]

The Eyes Upon (Desire & Decorum)

Characters: Mr. Harper, Miss Parsons, Mr Sinclaire, Prince Hamid x MC

Word Count: 1,377

Rating: PG

Warnings: None!

Song Accompaniment: I’m Not The Only One-- Sam Smith

Description: Choosing to sit with Prince Hamid has all eyes on Pippa Mills-- including the ones who thought she only had eyes for them. 

Author Note: I wondered what the other LI’s would be feeling if you chose to sit with somebody that wasn't them after sharing more than a few moments that perhaps, promised forever. Faceclaim for Pippa is Alia Bhatt as seen below. Apologies for the angst.  MASTERLIST

All eyes, wet and dry, are on Pippa Mills during her father’s funeral service, the heir to Edgewater. Prince Hamid’s are the closest, bright despite the occasion as he allows her to rest her head upon his shoulder. Pippa manages a smile, locking her dark eyes with his, something so warm and safe, ones in which she could spend forever with, a forever her dearest Father more than approved of, sending her heart to new heights before it came crashing down in his final moments. 

All eyes are on Pippa Mills resting against the Prince, her intentions and future clear for all to see and speculate— yet there is no speculation to be had. There is only the truth. 

Luke Harper can only but clear his throat to the truth that sits in the front row as the Bishop speaks, speaking a great man who was gentle and kind and treated him with respect, so much of him in Pippa. Luke gulps back emotion, hand curling into a soft fist, eyes wet— but not from the Bishop’s words. The Earl is at peace, that much is true. 

As is true how Pippa rests against Prince Hamid, certainly a generous and kind man that would make a perfect fit for a beautiful woman such as her. He is nothing but a humble master of the stables, he is no Prince. Was he fool to think that he could compete with such a man? Yet…

By God, her laughter, the looks she offers him, the sweetest apple he tasted against her lips— massaging her feet, hearing those sounds of a pleasure and relaxation under this touch— sounds he could offer when they are alone and in a bedchamber. How soft her skin is, smelling of cloves and the warmth of the sun on a summer days, lips he stared at for too long, wishing, and yearning— and dreaming of the impossible, dreams and thoughts a man like him should never have for a Lady of Pippa’s place, because it only leads to heartbreak. 

Like now. Just like now, Prince Hamid’s cheek upon her soft hair, being her beacon of comfort. Did her request of romantic story mean nothing, truly? Was it just a game? Was it… no, Prince Hamid is a kind man. He is a Prince. And he… Luke brushes his eye. He is Luke Harper, a man that cannot be fit for Pippa, because she is the Heir to Edgewater. He knew this the moment he saw her grace the estate— that she can never be his. 

Luke gulps again and looks down, away from the choice glaring before him. Briar’s hand falls on his arm and they share a glance, everything he wants to say in his eyes. Briar squeezes, softly, then looks forward to the spectacle that is Pippa making her choice known. 

But Luke Harper keeps his eyes lowered, as to not cause further heartbreak from a woman he never had leaning on the person she wants the most.

Annabelle Parsons dabs her cheek, face warm as she listens to the Bishop but watches Pippa and Hamid murmur to one another, the joy of possibility so clear and telling on their faces, smiling despite the sadness that fills the room. Oh, her heart is heavy. It was heavy with the news of the Earl’s death, not only for the loss of a great man— but for Pippa, her dearest… friend.

How she envisioned pulling Pippa to the side to offer more than a polite nod of comfort. To offer her a soft touch, a hug, a brush of her lips to say that you’re not alone— but that did not happen, Pippa’s eyes for one person and one person only: kind and just and free spirited Prince Hamid. Can she fault Pippa for choosing such a man?

A man—

Annabelle looks down, fighting the urge to burst into a quiet cry, to be louder than a mouse. The Earl is not her father. But— by god, why does it hurt so much? She should have known, Prince Hamid so bold in the carriage with her, and Pippa’s skin showing such a slight flush as he touched her arm. She tried, oh she tried, didn’t she? The brush of her leg, Pippa offering a glance that said, Yes, yes, I’m here with you, and so much more with those million of other little moments she stole away with… a woman that captured her heart. 

Pippa’s look of surprise and joy with a flick of her fan, showing this utterly impeccable woman that she is hers through and through, teaching her music, singing the sweetest of song, the unmistakable joy on the woman that came to Edgewater and made it bright again. The stillness in the greenhouse, Pippa offering a suggestive wink and expression— Annabelle’s face warm the entire time, eyes drifting to her coy lips, wondering what she would taste like. 

But—

Pippa’s shoulder moves and she knows they are holding hands now. Annabelle sighs, sinking lower and lower into the pew. Prince Hamid is a perfect match for Pippa— and one that will no doubt be prosperous and happy. It is truly the best option for Edgewater, if Pippa is to keep it despite the Countesses attempts to thwart the Earl’s will. Yes, yes— this is true. 

Prince Hamid is the one thing she is not: a man. 

Ernest Sinclaire sits straight up in his pew, eyes forward, a carefully composed face that offers sadness and compassion for the reason they are all gathered there today. 

If only one could see the inside of his heart being torn to shreds— shreds worse than his ex-wife and the Duke, even. The Earl was a man of great honor and vitality for life— one that passed on to his daughter, the woman he nearly ran over because when he saw her— he could not focus. How could he with a face like hers, haunting him in his dreams every night since? Then she appears and challenges him like no woman— nor man— has done before, confirming everything that his heart knew before his mind did: that he was most ardently in love with her. 

Could he list the ways that she stole his heart, his mind, his emotions? 

He would list them until the end of time. 

But… Ernest tilts his chin up, glancing to the ceiling, then back down, settling on Prince Hamid and Pippa— happy, despite the circumstances before them. Happy… is it wrong to wish he’s that man with her on his side? Prince Hamid gets no ill will wished upon him— for he is a man that deserves the best of the world— so why is he surprised that the best of the world includes Pippa Mills, the woman that utterly stole everything he thought he knew about love and life and finding the joy in oneself. 

He shuts his eyes, unwilling to see the tender notes of affection that everybody can see and know: that Pippa has found her husband, and found her way to keep Edgewater, her rightful legacy. 

He wonders, oh wonders, if she dares to think of the bridge— or perhaps the carriage, after a night of confessions and truths and hopes that soared higher than heavens gates themselves. How soft her skin was under his, how she dared to keep eye contact as they stood closer than before… how the rain looked on her skin, making it shine under the light, a grin on her face the entire time. Or the warmth they sought in the carriage, drawing closer— somehow— than the bridge, confessions and everything he had on the line for her to take, offering her everything but the moon. 

But… he opens his eyes, the service ending, Pippa and Hamid looking into each others eyes, smiling. Ernest sighs, rubbing his neck. There’s a million possibilities and reasons and Prince Hamid is lucky, lucky man than will treat Pippa with all the love in the world, all that this strong, steadfast, and beautiful woman deserves. 

Yet… would he be the one looking into her eyes in the moment if, perhaps, he offered her his arm instead of words of resistance? 

All eyes are on Pippa Mills. 

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Seokjin Scenario: Winter’s Glow.

Request: A Jin x reader Hogwarts scenario where the reader is a Ravenclaw pureblood and Jin is from another house and they're both really competitive with each other and what not but everyone thinks they should get together and like it's around the yule ball and they make a competition out of who can get a date first but neither of them do and so they end up going together and he confesses to her at the all + Fariygodmothers~ An HP AU where y/n and Jin are classmates and forced partners in potions and divination class. They started at the wrong food and hated each other after an incident. Y/n and Jin tries to work things out for the class sake and their friends see an indeniable chemistry between them so they set them up for Christmas ball. Thanks a bunch^^ /poofsaway!

Genre: Fluff / Romance.

In the name of Merlin, this was unacceptable. You glared at the rest of the crowded classroom annoyed, usually you wouldn’t be all the way to the back seats, but for the first time in your life you had been late to class.

-Looks pretty empty to me- Seokjin said and you turned your eyes again to him, crossing your arms.

You didn’t want him out of all your classmates to sit next to you so of course, you had told him the seat was occupied but he was so insisting and annoying, weren’t Hufflepuffs supposed to be sweet and all? You despised the bright yellow scarf and how it didn’t make him look stupid or sick, it should, that was the least he deserved.

-I don’t care how it looks to you- you said being as petty as ever. -Don’t you have flowers to grow or something? Go somewhere else, why are you always around me I mean…-

He huffed, tensing his lips for a second.

-For a Ravenclaw is pretty clear you aren’t using your intelligence, that is if you have one- he said satisfied and you felt so offended.

-How dare you?-

Seokjin continued despite the anger in your eyes.

-We Hufflepuffs do more than just grow flowers around as you said and as unfortunate as it is, we are in the same year that means I’m forced to be near you-

You were standing up by then, fisting your hands. He was  infuriating, was what he was.

-Do us all a favor, find your way into the dark forest and get lost-

-Well I…-

Jin was so ready to retaliate when his text book was smashed against his head by professor Snape.

-You will shut up now, Mr. kim- Snape intervened and glared at you, fixing his robe. -Now both of you will be partners for the class, in silence, and I won't hear a single complain unless you want me to take points off both of your houses and believe me, it would be a pleasure to me-

Both of you shut your mouths after that and Snape walked to the front, Potions was one of your highest grades, you were on top of the class and most importantly, way ahead of Jin, for what now you would have to share your grade with him.

Losing house points because of a Hufflepuff? That would be such a shame for you, it would haunt you the entire year, and not only because of any Hufflepuff, but because of Seokjin. You glared at him while he fixed his abused text book on the desk.

-Thanks for nothing- he said in an annoyed whisper and you took a deep breath.

Your pride was the only thing stopping you from turning him into a badger right there and then since he was so proud of his house.

-Just do your part and I’ll do mine- you opened your Magical Drafts and Potions book still furious, that day you were finally going to make an intricate antidote against common potions. -Try not to ruin it-

You saw him roll his eyes and sigh. Why was it that you needed to be so bitter and rough with him? What he’d done had been a lot of time ago but he never apologized and you weren’t really one to forget.

If wasn’t particularly a secret that you weren’t each other’s cup of tea, most of your friends knew you liked to avoid each other and some other people at school also did since Jin was ridiculously popular and what he and his friends had done to the Ravenclaw dorm had been a huge prank.

You could feel different pairs of eyes on you through the class while you did the best to work together and not ruin the stupid potion you were creating. The couple at your right had already made theirs explode for how unstable it was and you didn’t want the same happening to you.

-That’s too much- you said, Jin was about to add the Unicorn Horns and he looked like he was ready to ignore what you said. -Trust me in this ok?- you emphasized, taking a bit out of his hands, your heart was beating too fast, perhaps because you were standing really close to him now and because you never thought you would tell him to trust you.

-Alright -Jin said softly, you almost talked back since you were so ready for him to retaliate so it surprised you. You looked at each other for a moment before resuming your tasks and do the best to work side by side without lunging at your throats.

-What is it between you and the Hufflepuff guy?- two of your friends asked while you were crouched down putting on your knee pads.

Today’s quidditch game was between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, which meant, you would have to frustrate Jin’s tries in scoring since he was one of the Hufflepuff’s chasers and you were your team’s keeper.

You sighed, why was everybody asking that?

-There’s nothing between the Hufflepuff guy and me, what do you mean?-

-We’ve seen you two, like in those classes together…-

-It’s not like I had any choice, and last time in divination I had actually partnered with my roommate but she got sick-

-Exactly, and then you went with him- you were about to object again but your friend interrupted you. -I know you will say it was forced but you two actually seemed to enjoy it Y/N, that’s kind of weird-

-You’re seeing things were they are not- you said unamused.

-Maybe, or maybe you are yet to see them yourself- your friend took her bat, you were about to step into the pitch.

-Try not to get distracted by him alright? We can’t lose against Hufflepuff today-

Ravenclaw’s name was announced and you straightened yourself, you knew some Ravenclaws were prideful but it wasn’t like Hufflepuff’s team was any bad,  they were pretty skilled actually, and somehow you felt defensive for the way she had said that but you shrugged off the feeling and took your broom to take position in front of the three goal posts you were in charge of protecting.

Your team was on full attack mode that day, you were fifty points ahead from Hufflepuff but both of your seekers were out of sight after the snitch, you wished it was yours the one who caught it but you couldn’t get distracted since the chaser from Hufflepuff had the Quaffle and they were coming your way. You saw them throwing it between each other until it remained on Jin’s arms, he was going for the points.

He threw the Quaffle to the ring on your left and you made a swift turn to stop it with the back of your broom. You smiled satisfied at him.

-Nice try, but you’re too easy to read!- you laughed when a chaser from your team stole the Quaffle and flew towards the Hufflepuffs rings.

-Don’t be so full of yourself- Jin said. -You never know what might happen-

-Oh I already know, we will win this match of course-

You saw him shake his head but smile lightly. A brief thought crossed your mind, he looked really good with that quirky smile, his hair disheveled, his quidditch uniform and the faint gleam of sweat on his skin. You backed yourself out of that thought immediately.

-You think you are right in everything?- you shrugged as answer to his question, smiling too, your team scored and you clapped.

The snitch wasn’t caught by any team but yours won for the score, at the end all of your teammates were celebrating in the middle of the pitch, the Ravenclaws in the public vitoring your win.

You saw Jin reuniting with his team and giving you a look, he noticed your eyes on him so he went to you.

-So, how does it feels like losing?- you said as a knee jerk reaction before he even had the chance to say anything. He smiled shaking his head.

-You really think you can win it all Y/N, don’t you?-

-The majority of the time, if I’m sure of the result- you crossed your arms.

-You’re impossible really- if it was supposed to be an insult, it didn’t feel like it because he laughed.

Someone by your side was cheering excitedly for the win and for the upcoming winter ball.

-Do you have a date already for the ball?-

His question took you off guard and he noticed the answer in your face. -I see that you don’t-

-And why is that important? I can find a date soon-

-Not before I do, I bet-

-Oh really? What kind of silly competition is that Seokjin, please, you are just salty that I won you today-

-So the almighty Y/N is backing off from a bet? Do I sense some fear here?- he motioned with his hand between your bodies for emphasis and smirked.

-Well if you insist so much, then, why not? I will find a date sooner than you so you can swallow your words, it’s a deal-

-Deal, good luck with that- he smiled sarcastically and for some reason it made you feel too agitated, so you turned around like a walking fury and left the pitch.

Seokjin was running out of time to get a date for the Christmas ball and the only thing that kept him at ease was that you didn’t have one yet either, but that could change anytime soon.

-C’mon bro, I’m trying to tell you something here- Hoseok complained, they were at their common room, sunshine dripping over them from the low windows and Jin noticed he’d been spacing out while his friend spoke.

-I’m sorry Hoseok…- he frowned down at the polished wooden table between them-Do you think Y/N found a date today?-

Hoseok sighed, shaking his head and stretching his hand to play with the small cacti at the corner that reacted to his proximity with a soft dance.

-Look, Jin- Hoseok started, with the tone of a father about to give a lecture which in fact, his best friend had been giving him one too many of those lately. -You barely talk about anything that is not Y/N anymore, I don’t get why you are so eager to compete with her and make her think you just want to play her and annoy her to death, it’s ridiculous really, when you are practically in love her-

-I’m n…- Hoseok lifted a hand to his face to stop him from talking.

-I’m not having nonsense right now, if you are not in love you are close to being it or obsessed my friend, and that you can’t deny it-

Seokjin fell silent, Hoseok was too painfully right. His eyes wandered to the windows again and saw a few feet coming and going from the other students.

-She hates me, I’m almost sure about it-

-Almost- Hoseok remarked with a smile Jin didn’t understand and Hoseok sighed dramatically, throwing his arms up in the air in desperation and scaring off the small cacti who backed against the wall before Hoseok hushed it with a soft happy whistle. -Look Jin, what I mean is that you are not a hundred percent sure Y/N hates you,maybe she does, or maybe she just follows your competition because you don’t give her anything else. Besides, have you stopped to think you always have her attention somehow? That’s gotta mean something-

Jin felt his heart rate increase, what if his friend was right and not only talking chatty nonsense as Hoseok usually did? He sighed, with half the drama Hoseok had done, too much time with his friend was rubbing off on him. Jin pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back on his chair to think with his eyes closed while the feather like caress of the long leaves from the plant dangling from the low ceiling above him brushed through his hair.

You were once again sitting together at divination, Jin was rolling his lean hands over the crystal ball between you.

-There’s only three days until the ball- he said softly, you were supposed to be reading each other’s future.

You looked up and found his eyes on yours,it made you choke on air and you coughed.

-Certainly- none of you had a date yet. -We still have time- you said, your competition ended the day of the ball and only then.

Jin laughed under his breath.

-We actually don’t, don’t you see?-

He spoke too softly so you leaned forward to be able to hear what he was saying when a guy from hufflepuff that you always saw with Jin and one of your friends started to hit on their table and whisper kiss kiss kiss under their breaths. You backed off immediately, feeling your cheeks burning and ignoring the way Jin’s own face turned bright red.

Tonight was the ball, for a moment you had thought about not going because you didn’t want to be there while Seokjin walked inside with some other girl, but your friend told you she had found you a date and that you had to meet him at the entrance of the hall, by then it didn’t really matter to you who the guy was and had thanked her effusively the day prior to the ball before rushing to find yourself an outfit to fit the occasion.

You had decided on a flowy dress made with a special shade of bronze that when the light casted on it just right, shone blue, it was the best way to represent your house with your outfit. The rest you kept it simple, dark blue heels, an enchanted pair of feather earrings  that seemed to move with the wind and your hair in a braid.

You were waiting by the entrance, while your mind drifted to Seokjin even if you hadn’t seen him yet. You had been thinking perhaps to much of him as of lately and thought than when you saw him coming to you at the entrance, you were actually imagining it.

-Y/N?- he asked confused, you looked around and there was nobody else there, the gears started to turn inside your mind, your friend wouldn’t have done this, would she? -What are you doing outside here?-

-I guess the same as you- you sighed, fidgeting with your fingers.

-What do you mean? I’m waiting here for someone, Hoseok said…-

-Don’t you see?- you cut him off, not nearly as harsh as you would have done in any other occasion, maybe seeing him looking so fine with his suit was making things to your brain. -They have set us up, your friend and mine-

He reacted a heartbeat later than you, you saw a lot of emotions crossing his face.

-Are you for real? - he said with a tint of joke and it made you notice suddenly how in another situation you would have truly liked to meet Jin another way, maybe in a date like this, but not like you were his last resource.

Anyways why were you even thinking all this? Seokjin was getting into your head and your heart and you hadn’t allowed that to happen. You turned around to leave but he stopped you.

-Y/N wait... why are you always so defensive and evasive with me?- Jin said defeated and you closed your eyes strongly.

-Because…- you took a deep breath, fisting your hands. -Because you make me like this, because you just play around and don’t care for others feelings, I have feelings ok? You never said sorry to me Jin, and the only thing you have done since then is compete with me and you know is not my nature to give in and I don’t care to win this anymore, if that's the only thing you want so be it, you won, be happy about it-

You were breathless by the end of your outburst, you were infatuated with Jin since second year but then he had thought some day that it would be a nice joke to expose all the girls changing in the bathroom when actually there was only you and half the school had seen you in your underwear.

-I don’t really want to fight you Y/N, or have any of these stupid competitions but you never really talked back to me for anything else than that- he took a step closer to you and your heart was beating too hard.

-Look, I’m sorry, I truly am sorry for what happened but it wasn’t me doing that, I tried to tell you but you won’t let me anywhere near you, I just happened to be passing by when those guys did that, I’m not even friends with them anymore-

You didn’t say anything, you had no way to know if he was lying or not and you wanted to believe him because deep down, you knew you were still infatuated with Jin.

-You might think this is a all a lie, and you know what? I’ll just say this because you won’t believe it either, I like you, I actually think you are the prettiest even when you are just fuming around me, I think you look marvelous with that dress and I wish I had the guts to invite you myself to the stupid ball-

Now it was him the one gasping for air after the outburst and you blinked at him. That had been too fast but you had caught all. Jin turned around to leave when he could breathe properly but you called him.

-Is this another one of your games? Because if it is...- you asked softly.

-If it is, what?-

-I will not forgive you Jin-

-No need to- he said in a whisper, his eyes looking away from you longing. -Is not a game-

You looked at each other until the silence was broken by Hoseok peeking outside the doors with your friend.

-Will you stop arguing about who likes the other more and get inside? You won’t get any food-

They went back inside laughing and you and Jin entered the hall together, after all, you were already there.

It was funny almost how when you were bickering you had too many things to say to each other, and now you were in an almost comfortable silence.

You had been lounging around together for a bit, trying to lighten your moods with silly enchantments to the other students that made you laugh.

-This one matches you tonight- Seokjin handed you a gleaming blue flower from the table, it did match the blue reflect of your dress.

-Thank you…- your eyes met and both of you looked away flushed. The music had changed to something softer and a magical snowflakes were falling on the dance floor.

-Do you want to dance?- he asked suddenly, for the first time that night.

-I…- you were shy to admit it to him but you did it anyway. -I don’t really dance that much-

-I don’t either- Jin said laughing, standing up and offering you his hands. -It’ll be twice as fun then-

You went together to the dance floor, Jin helped you place the flower he’d gifted you behind your ear and you danced a bit awkwardly, laughing every two or three steps.

-You didn’t say anything back to me Y/N- Jin said softly, his hands were on your waist. -I told you how I felt and you didn’t-

-You didn’t ask- you said with a smirk.

-How do you feel about me then?-

-Is not that easy - you laughed and Jin shook his head, the snowflakes shone pretty on his hair. -But I’ll give you a clue-

You reached up for Jin’s lips and kissed him, it was short and sweet, but enough to make you feel exhilarated. You had wanted to do that since you met him, you had wanted to do that in the middle of your fights, at the end of a quidditch match, outside of his dorm. You had longed his lips for so long.

The response was pretty clear to Seokjin, this time he wasn’t slow to react because he smiled satisfied and then leaned down to kiss you for good while the snowflakes danced and fell around you.

[painfulstitches17]

The Fires of Spring

1. Boredom.

After a string of difficult missions over the past few months, they clearly had way too much free time on their hands, or at least, Dominic had. Blitz and IQ had both left almost a week ago on two separate missions, leaving Jäger and him alone to "much needed rest" as the engineer put it, but to Dominic this was nothing but boredom sometimes. Ok, most of the time, with his lack of hobbies around the base. But when he was bored ? Well...

Jäger began experiencing it for himself soon after IQ left. It started by giving him a water bottle before their workout in the morning, far from the kind gesture he expected when he took his first eager sip and had to spit it all out just as quickly as the salty water met his taste buds.

It was followed by a handful of ice cubes down his hoodie in the middle a Skype call with his uncle the next day, a loud "Dominic !" resonating in the middle of the common room followed by the puzzled looks of of his colleagues and a proud Bandit running away, giggling like a schoolgirl.

The pranks might've become a bit more annoying, like when Jäger grabbed his towel fresh out of the shower and ended up with a copious amount of melted chocolate in his hair and face as it made contact. Or when the much needed water bottle he left on his bedside table had suddenly become vodka in the middle of the night, which that damn idiot probably stole out of the Spetsnaz's secret stash in their dorm for his pleasure...

It wasn't the first time Bandit had pranked him, but it sure was the first time that he was almost constantly under fire for such a short period of time. What was wrong with him ?

When Bandit woke up that night, he had a great idea. He had spent almost the whole day with Jäger in the workshop, dozing off a few times, enjoying several cups of coffee and tea, but generally trying to keep up with his friend's rapid thoughts, which he sometimes had a hard time keeping up with himself as he talked. A few jokes made Jäger chuckle in between concentrated looks. Bandit kept staring. Why was he staring anyway ?It's not like he hadn't seen his friend work a million times before. Marius, deep in thoughts, frustrated, relieved when it worked the way he expected, proud smiles sometimes, the lip biting... The lip biting ? Now you really must be a lost cause, Bandit had told himself.

But that special night he slowly got up, trying not to wake the other German who was quietly sleeping in the bottom bunkbed across the room. He managed to suppress the creaking sound his locker generally made, fetching a small box hidden amidst the mess. He left the room and quickly found himself in the workshop, his phone illuminating his path. He knew Jäger had put his defective Magpie in a small plastic bin labelled with his name, trusting his colleagues not to touch it. It wasn't a very good idea when Dom had easy access.

He unscrewed one of the little caps Jäger was working on before, quickly placing the little cardboard box in, removing a tab in the process before screwing the cap back on. He didn't think it would fit this well, now it had to work. Thank god (for him) he had paid attention earlier today.

He stopped by the bathroom to refill his bottle, now fresh in his hands. He closed the bedroom door behind him, he could barely contain his excitement to his new -terrible- idea. He glanced at Jäger, who was still fast asleep.

Or so he thought at first. Bandit could see the engineer's calloused hand tightly pulling at his own hair, the other one painfully digging his nails in the back of his neck. His chest was quickly raising under the blanket, a few strangled gasps for air resonating in the room.

No.

He put down his belongings on the bedside table, the led at the back of his phone brightening up the room but not too harshly. He perched himself up on the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress, making Jäger jump at the presence by his side.

"Shhhh, it's me, it's Dominic." He tried to reassure him. "Can I touch you ?"

There was no protest, but there was no positive answer either. He slid underneath the covers, close to Jäger's back now. He put his hand on the younger man's shoulder, feeling him flinch under the touch. "It's okay, it's just me. Did you have a nightmare ?", He nodded in response, "You're safe here Marius, I'm with you, there's nothing to worry about. Breath through your mouth, just like Elias showed you."

Bandit cautiously massaged Jäger's back in small circles, trying to calm him down. After a while, he could see the hand on his friend's neck soften, releasing the pressure, allowing him to see the small indents in the skin surrounded by scratches. He could become the destructive type, he saw him do worse before. Head banging against a doorframe, bruises on his arms, biting his fingers until he managed to draw blood. He'd never let himself endanger a mission with his violent coping mechanisms, but he would lash out once on base if he couldn't clear his head quickly enough, or when his work somehow took a toll on him. He'd always avoid doing it in public, only Blitz and Bandit had caught him in the act so far. He had a therapist, sure, but Bandit doubted that he always told her the extent of his outbursts, if he didn't 'forget' to talk about it altogether. And God did it break his heart.

Jäger was giving in to the touch, Bandit's hand now in his hair, making him let go of his own. "Sorry, I'm no Monika, she's probably gentler than I am." Marius wanted to protest, but he couldn't speak. They all had been there before, and IQ always knew the best ways to calm her teammates down, that bit was true.

"Did you know that she used to suck her thumb until high school ?" Bandit could hear him sigh. He was desperately trying to find a way to calm him down, He didn't deserve this. "Have you ever looked into Elias' wallet ? You'd think he'd carry a photo of his family, but it's one of his cat." A small chuckle, could this work for a while ? "When I was in high school, if one of us didn't have any classes left and the dumb brother of the day wanted to skip class, one would attend instead and we'd bring food to the other afterward. Guess which twin failed a few classes ?" Bandit almost thought he'd heard why am I not surprised Dominic ? like Jäger sometimes does.

He didn't know how much time he had spent massaging Jäger's scalp now. Between anecdotes, reassurances and fingers running through his hair, he seemed to have calmed down. Was he asleep ? Afraid to say a word Bandit slowly propped himself up on his elbow, his other hand in front of the man underneath him. He was peacefully sleeping again, small sighs escaping his lips. He looks heavenly, I could kiss him, and at that thought, Dominic felt a feeling down in his chest. Not just his chest in fact.

Why would you think something like this ? Marius was his friend, he didn't even know if he felt anything for men (or women !) at all, let alone the dumbass now above him. He has never seen anything more than polite, friendly conversations with strangers come out of him and nobody on base seemed to have picked his interest. It's like Jäger was incapable of flirting at this point, not even taking into account his obliviousness !

The long eyelashes of his teammate fluttering, the pink lips, what was surely soft skin albeit the scars running along his whole body. Dominic already knew he had fallen for the younger German, a long time ago even. It started when he saw him in his casual clothes over a year ago, his grey hoodie over a white T-shirt, complemented by a black jacket, the somewhat tight jeans he had worn that day which he couldn't have possibly missed when he saw Jäger get on his knee to redo the undone laces of his boots, his heart had missed a beat at such a simple yet gorgeous sight.

Then, in his training outfit, where he could see him get physical making Bandit a bit too hot to his liking. The shower which he had recently started examining the tiles of as to not look at his teammates' body. And also, why on Earth was Jäger's ass so defined in his pajamas ? Dominic truly was doomed. Jäger's scent was luring him in, he wanted to hold him in his arms right then and there, reiterating the positive words he had told him before between drawn out kisses, but he decided against it.

He got up, making sure to stop at any sudden movement of the sleeping man. Don't fuck up now, Dom. He brought his stuff back to his bedside table, killing the light. Now resting in his bed, he longed the touch he was giving his friend. It felt so good to be able to touch him no matter the way, but it was so wrong. Romance between soldiers wasn't a very bright idea, too much recklessness, too much trying to be a hero for someone and Dominic already had his fair share of fucking up on his own on missions, predominantly endangering himself.

He had demons of his own, and sometimes, he wishedhe'd get into a suicide mission and never pull through. The demons that were inhabiting him tonight were all so different, love, no, lust ? He probably wasn't that attracted to Marius, he had jokingly called himself a 'raging bisexual' already, kissing men and women left and right without ever settling down. That part got crushed back in Hannover somehow, now too scared to try and be truly intimate with somebody, he felt and was so fucked up anyway, he was already hurting everybody. It was just a little crush, like he'd have at any bars with a few drinks.

Wasn't it ?

___ Chapter Index.

[vitusbachhausen]

FRAGMENTS OF A STREET: Mitropoleos, Thessaloniki

The street Mitropoleos is situated in the second row to the sea. Walking one street in Thessaloniki (most of them run parallel to the sea) is like following one line of thought, one argument. Mitropoleos is just in between two of the arterial roads of the city, Leoforos Nikis and Tsimiski. Now, still following that logic, those two arguments are drawn rather ostentatiously. The former, eased by the sea’s breeze, with its cafés and bars carelessly looking out into the pretty sight that is the Mediterranean Sea. The latter, flooding countless cars from one side of the city to the other, and countless consumers from one franchise store to the next. However, walking on Mitropoleos is like reading between those broad lines of the argument that describe the city. And isn’t it here, between the lines, where true character is to be found?

If you walk here and you get the timing just right, you might find an unexpected companion: the municipal garbage disposal. Its route leads all the way over Mitropoleos, and while I’m wandering the street contemplatively, next to me, the bin men rummage their way through the waste of this street. In this city, even a dirty business like this one shouldn’t be seen as merely the civilised fulfilment of a functional purpose. No, in Thessaloniki the bin men are aestheticised into litter whisperers: “Many stories, one heart”, claims the logo on the tarnished lorry. Between the rubbish they hear the city’s truth voicing itself. And I listened: Strolling on, following their lead through the unsorted waste.

You know that cliché of the old mediterranean men sitting on benches letting life pass in front of them? It’s true, on Mitropoleos, for example. One of them might be talking of the time when they were classmates and they stole the candy from their teacher, the other one might be bragging about the time when he was a captain and he had a mistress in each port, and the last one might not even pay attention because he’s bored of the same old stories. Whatever they might be doing on this bench, the city gives them a space to do so. In Thessaloniki, you’ll always find the time and space to stop and take a break from the directedness of our everyday lives. You step aside, you sit down, stagnating. Most of the times, then you get up and you still have no idea, as it probably is the case with those three philosophers. But sometimes, out of this purposeless daydreaming, you get up and you’ve understood it all. There is another old Greek man who liked to sit down and contemplate, and they even honoured him with a symbolic statue, caught in the act, sitting, of course, here on Aristotle Square.

The stray dogs, on the contrary, don’t need these readymade spaces to do whatever they’re doing. One reason might be that, unlike those old gentlemen and their philosophical soulmate dogs are just not the types for contemplating around very much, I guess. Especially, on Mitropoleos you should keep your eyes open. Because you might trip over a stray dog who has spontaneously decided to take a nap right in the middle of a pedestrian street. They only give a shit about the artificial rationalisation of public space, when they actually take a shit. That makes their life a whole lot easier. Take this dog for example. He’s just lying around aimlessly, relieving himself from all the intentionality of his daily dog life, consuming his present to the ultimate. Maybe he’s the Flaneur in his most primitive form. Having to wander around, sometimes confused, sometimes enlightened from what I perceive underway, always in between me and the other, I admire him for his strict absolutism. But that he will never know.

Walking on, I spot a mythological goddess living on the first floor of brutalist apartment block: Marilyn Monroe is alive and she lives on Mitropoleos! Greek Marilyn might also seem like an exploited, even further extrapolated caricature of its original idea, torn into pieces in this brutal process of cultural predation. But something seems different about the way Greeks turn such real-life figures into larger-than-life icons. Maybe it’s their historical and philosophical entrenchment in ancient myths, a mytho-logic, that explains reality on the grounds of transcendent idols. They don’t allow their idols to be corrupted by the cynicism of self-awareness and self-criticism, those deadly interpretative means that killed American Marilyn. Instead, they look for the purity in her, and they extract those pure ideals that need to be worshipped and kept alive. Maybe, that is why, in the end, Greek Marilyn survives. What stays from her, here on Mitropoleos, shielded from the burning sun, is simply the beauty of her white face and the sensuality of her larger-than-life red lips.

Thessaloniki really is obsessed with beauty. And one way to pronounce that, Thessalonikians know very well, is with fashion. Unlike on the high street, Tsimiski, you won’t find the usual suspects on Mitropoleos when it comes to fashion. The stores here usually know what they’re doing, being specialised on a certain kind of wear or a certain target group. And it is this boutique culture that is representative for the stylistic attitude of the whole city. But just like Mitropoleos itself, fashionability between genders seems to be a one-way street. In comparison to the finesse of the female fashion, it is clearly visible that the male sections are on the last level of every store here. Still, everybody pays a great deal of attention to looks: Men on the women’s and women on their own. Even the mannequins in the windows can’t help but being real Thessalonikian women – offering their naked necks to be bitten by the beautiful devil of pleasure.

But there’s a limit to this diabolic seduction. The orthodox church, until today, has a firm grip on Greek society. You don’t always see it in them at first sight, especially in Thessaloniki, where cafés, bars, clubs and music halls constantly tempt you to dare a sexy fling with the devil. But if you look closely, it’s there, somewhere in the back of their minds. Even if people lustfully immerse themselves in mundane and secularised pleasures, the sinful conscience is always there. Their cultural décolleté certainly is inviting and pleasant to look at, but it’s covered with the seemingly pious transparent of decency. Maybe that’s what makes Thessaloniki so sexy.

That’s what I was talking about. Look at those men, for instance, sitting in a row, like the judges of the popular Greek TV show Greece’s Next Top Model, waiting for the next candidate to present her beauty on the catwalk in front of them. But this is a less sexist establishment than it seems. Everybody coming here knows they have just entered the stage, and this goes for all genders. Especially here, in the picturesque area by the port it’s all about seeing and being seen. The young and beautiful come to cafés like Appallou to meet their friends for a traditional freddo cappuccino, to talk about nothing or everything. And by selecting places like this one to update each other on the newest gossip, you multiply your exposure many times over. It’s almost like Instagram in real life: Use the right hashtag and location – and you become more likeable.

The walk along Mitropoleos concludes on the other end of the city center, with a truly iconic Thessalonikian view. It’s the White Tower, a former fortification against foreign invaders. Today the White Tower works quite the opposite way: Invading tourists are welcomed into the museum that is now inside the White Tower. For the Thessalonians themselves the White Tower is not particularly an object of such interest. The connection to it is more emotional, for historic reasons perhaps: It acquired its name in 1912, when Thessaloniki was finally annexed from the Ottoman Empire. And as a symbol of this purification, they whitewashed the facade. If you ask me, they just did it because it makes for a better view in the background, while you’re slurping your iced coffee with pleasure, here, in the soft sun on Mitropoleos.

[theluckyyyoneee]

Timing

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8: Finale

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook

Word Count: 2.2k

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Day and night melded together so he didn’t even what day it was, all he knew was that he screwed up even more than he thought was possible. He didn’t know what he was expecting by calling you and telling you everything like that, but by the end of the call, you told him not to call you again and hung up, not answering his calls after that. 

He just needed to hear your voice, angry or not.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Not only with guilt, but once his mind started imagining if he had returned your feelings all those years ago how different things would be now. He wouldn’t have to feel jealous because you would be his, you wouldn’t be taking Jungkook’s side and making him go insane with the thoughts of what you two were doing. He would’ve realized just how special you were to him back then instead of finding out now and having you turn your back to him. 

He knew he was a bad guy for telling someone else’s secret to you to lessen his jealousy, he regretted it the second the words slipped out of his mouth. He hated the grin Jungkook would come home with after spending all day with you, the way the boys teased him with their ignorant words that tore Taehyung up inside.

When he said those harsh words to you, and after you had stormed off, he found the boys huddled by his door and knew that they heard, but only after the point where he started to yell.

“How could you say that?” Jungkook, of course, was the first to speak up with his jaw gritted as he continued to look back and forth between him and the door.

Even at that moment, his jealousy still hadn’t faded. “I didn’t mean it, I said it because I was angry…” he muttered slowly, eyes slipping to the floor as the gravity of the situation sunk on him. He knew how sensitive you were, his words weren’t true at all, but knew you’d feel betrayed by them.

“Still…” Namjoon trailed off with a loud exhale and Taehyung felt the eyes of everyone on him and it was almost too much. “Let’s give her tonight to herself, then you can call her tomorrow if she answers,” he pat his shoulder twice and began walking away, the other guys as well as they knew it wasn’t the right moment to ask too much.

Jungkook’s quivering voice broke the heavy silence, “Did Y/N really like you back during high school?” His heart broken expression broke Taehyung’s heart a bit and his own chest hurt with the thought he betrayed his trust so easily just because of his jealousy that he couldn’t seem to control. The rest of the boys froze where they were standing and waited for his answer. Jungkook might have been the one to ask, but he had no doubt that they were all curious, too.

“It didn’t work out and we thought it was best to just forget about it,” he responded after a few moments, not having the heart to continue to look at Jungkook’s face as he explained enough to satisfy everyone. “almost a year after she left, she told me that her feelings were gone, and that was that. Nothing more, nothing less.” 

With that, that was the last he talked about it, preferring to spend his time in his bed, on the couch zoning out to the television, hand clutching his phone in hopes of any calls or texts from you, though they never came. 

Which was exactly he was doing right now, lying in bed, his phone clutched in his hand as he continued to look up at the ceiling for what seemed like hours until he heard the door open and close, the greetings to and from Jungkook breaking through his hazy mind as the jealousy settled in again.

He’d been with you for a while. He knew he was with you.

Checking the time on his phone, he saw that it was almost ten at night. Mind going crazy he wondered what the two of you were doing for so long and if you didn’t want to return his call that much when he wanted your voice so much.

The door opening and the lights suddenly being turned on and burning his eyes, Taehyung sat up and once he regained his vision somewhat, he saw Jungkook looking at him from the door with an expression he couldn’t decipher. “Can we talk?” Judging from the serious tone, he knew it wasn’t going to be a fun conversation.

He nodded, feeling nervous with the way his tone sounded plus with the tenseness that had been there between the two of them since his fight with you. But his expression right now wasn’t like the distant ones he was getting used to seeing, there was a certain hostility and sadness, and Taehyung was getting more nervous by the second as they both sat on his bed and he waited for him to start talking.  

“I know you told Y/N that I like her,” he said after a while of heavy silence and Taehyung felt his heart race. The only people who knew about that was himself and you… you told him? He didn’t even have a chance to confess… “…even if your intentions may have bad when you told her, I’m glad she knows.” Jungkook took a chance to smile a bit in Taehyung’s direction but it seemed a bit smug.

He had to clear his throat a few times before uttering out, “Did she… let you down easy?” There were other ways to ask this question, but his jealousy was acting out again at a time like this, where he was supposed to be begging for his forgiveness, but his jealousy was all he could think of. 

Jungkook’s short laugh caught him by surprise and he felt himself start to sweat. “Why would she let me down easy when we agreed to start dating?” He heard it clearly now, the smugness in his tone, in the way his lips curved into a smile and the slight raising of an eyebrow.

They were… dating now?

You liked him, too?

It was too much to take at once and he couldn’t even utter an appropriate response to hide how much this was affecting him. While he knew how good of a guy Jungkook was and he’d be able to treat you right… he didn’t like you with anyone that wasn’t him. He didn’t know if he’d be able to take seeing you in his arms, smiling at each other…

“Can I trust you to not cross the line? Now that you know that we’re dating each other?” His hand placed itself on Taehyung’s shoulder with that vulnerable gentle question and as he looked at the expression on Jungkook’s face, without him having to say it, he knew his feelings for you wasn’t just between the two of you anymore.

So in the end, you told him everything… because the two were in a relationship now…

“Please don’t do anything that will make me lose more respect for you.” Jungkook said before standing up, and Taehyung narrowed his eyes at the word choice and not so subtle warning but couldn’t make himself respond. Jungkook walked out of his sight and continued to sit like that as the light shut off once again and the door shut.

This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fair.

That’s all he could think about as he laid down again, on his side and his legs to his chest.

This wasn’t fair.

He had wanted to see you.

But not like this.

Not in his arms, fingers intertwined with that shy smile that tore his heart open.

Why were you here?

To rub it in his face? He knew he had lost his timing, you didn’t need to remind him. He felt like he was going to go insane with the thoughts of what could have been.

Still… it was a relief that you were smiling.

But he couldn’t bring himself to congratulate your newfound relationship like the others.

“I knew something was going on,” Hoseok commented slyly with a smirk on his face, taking pleasure in teasing you two.

Namjoon patted Jungkook on the shoulder as he teased, “It only took seven years.”

The house was filled with laughter, but it like Taehyung was underwater. The voices sounded muffled as he was stuck in a daze, how he’s been ever since Jungkook had talked to him a few days ago.

Today, the two of you were here to make your relationship official in front of everybody. He tried his best to keep his feelings to himself, but knew he wasn’t doing a very good job with the way everyone would send him worried glances every now and then, whispering with their backs to him in confusion.

“Tae… can we talk?” You asked him when things had calmed down a bit, your voice filled with guilt and worry. He saw you hesitating to put a hand on his shoulder and as he stole a quick glance at Jungkook, he saw his eyes fixed on him already, jaw clenched.

His words came out before he could stop them. “Not sure your boyfriend would like that.” His tone was harsh and his chest hurt when he saw the hurt look cross your tired face. He could feel the burn of everyone’s stares on him, the house too silent.

He had to get out of there. 

His legs were taking him to the door as he ignored the surprised calls of his name and slammed the door behind him.

He was in his slippers and had no idea in mind of where he was going, but all he knew was that he had go somewhere. “Taehyung!” Yoongi’s voice called his name, tone deep and calm, that made him stop his steps in their front yard. His hand found his shoulder and span him around to face him, face deadly serious, eyes set in a glare. “What is wrong with you?”

“What?” He snapped back, shaking his hand off, not in the mood. 

Yoongi clenched his jaw at his response. “You’ve been acting like a fucking little kid because of the fight you had with her, but storm off when she wants to talk about it?”

Taehyung was sure that the fight wasn’t what you wanted to talk about. You were going to tell him that you were sorry, that it was Jungkook who you had feelings for, not him.

He knew he had no chance, but wasn’t ready to give up, either.

“If you try anything with Y/N, I won’t forgive you.” Yoongi’s words made him freeze as he looked at him with a terrified expression. It was getting out of hand, he should’ve hid his feelings better, he should’ve-

“After what you did in there, it’s pretty obvious you have feelings for her, Tae.” He sighed in answer to his inner monologue, expression softening into concern for his younger friend. “The rest of the guys are pretty dense, but I’ve been suspicious since she came back, I’ve been watching you.”

It was silent between the two of them for a while as Taehyung let the information settle in, the sounds of the breeze and cars passing by filling the silence they created. Yoongi’s tone was softer the next time he spoke. “You had your chance, now it’s Jungkook’s, so don’t try to get in between them and let them be happy.”

“How did I have a chance?” Taehyung’s tone was harsh with denial and desperation. “How is that the same… I didn’t have the feelings I have for her back then that I have now-how…” his voice got softer but more intense with every word he said, unable to look at anything but the cracked sidewalk underneath his slippers.

Yoongi’s scoff made him glance up. “That’s how life is,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “not everything’s going to work out, but if you really care for Y/N, you’d stop torturing her and be there for her and stop being such a whiny brat. None of this is her fault, and you know it, so stop blaming her for everything.”

“I’m not blaming her…” Taehyung whispered after Yoongi had stormed back into the house and left him by himself on the sidewalk leading to the front door. “It’s just not fair,” he continued to the air, feet leading him away from the house, slippers scuffing the harsh ground as he walked.

It was unfair how he had to squander his feelings before he could even let them grow…

It was unfair how the timing of things seemed to be teasing him…

It was unfair how things had turned out…

He wanted to let you go, too. Wanted you to be able to love without guilt, even if it wasn’t him.

But he didn’t know how to let go when he felt so wronged.

im sorry this is kinda late, i got kinda lost in the middle of the story and how to transition scene to scene and finding the right words and all that. BUT pls show some love and lmk what u thought of this chapter! only 2 more chapters to go until it’s done!🤗thank u for everyone who’s been reading Timing!💕💕

[dat-town]

What kisses dream of

Characters: radio host!Jae & You

Setting: friends to lovers au

Genre: fluff

Summary: in which Jae passive agressively dedicates songs to you on the radio without you knowing they are meant for you so you get jealous

Words: 1.8k

Being Park Jaehyung's best friend is an adventure. Last-minute weekend trips, impromptu singing sessions on the streets, spicy ramen eating contests, texting silly memes and awful lot of emojis 24/7, sneaking back to your dorm room at three in the morning, laughing at the smallest things, a hand around your shoulder whenever you feel down, Saturday movie nights with sweet popcorn and you getting pissed when he talks English you don't understand.

It's always fun and you are content, you swear you are even if those nasty butterflies in your stomach tell otherwise. But your heart can’t help but skip a beat whenever he smiles at you fondly, grabs your hand or just simply hugs you as a greeting. You tell yourself you shouldn't get greedy and want more than what you have. Or more than what you can have. Because of course, Jae likes somebody who isn't you: Somebody who is funny, kind and smart, a girl that makes him dedicate cheesy songs to her.

Jae has been working as a late night host at a local radio station ever since he quitted university because it wasn't for him. You have never missed his show since then and he likes to tease you about it or even embarrass you sometimes on air like telling his listeners about that annoying friend of his who still owns him a pack of chicken. But no matter how smug he acts, you can tell he appreciates your loyalty. However, truth to be told, you don't do it solely because you are best friends but because you are addicted to his show. You love his jokes, his music taste and that three hours every weekday when you can do anything while listening to his voice. You only dread those last moments recently, those last tracks because now Jae often dedicates a heart fluttering love song to some girl his listeners like to ask him about.

"She's the most amazing person I have ever met," he once said and it pained you more than it should have.

You couldn't say anything but it hurt you both as his best friend and as the girl who has been in love with him probably ever since he sat down to built sand castles with you when you were five. Though, you only realized it last Christmas when he gently kissed you under a mistletoe due to your friends' endless nagging.

"Are we ok?" he asked then, looking at you so closely, only a few breaths away, you couldn’t think properly. And what could you have said anyway? You were still dazed only because of this quick, chaste kiss that shouldn’t mean anything more than an innocent peck between friends, so you played it safe:

"Yeah, of course."

You haven't talked about it ever since, most likely because it really didn’t mean anything to him. But you were becoming more and more aware of your infatuation over him. It’s not just a crush on your part but as his best friend you can only support him if he likes that girl so much, even if he isn't willing to tell you more about her.

"Huh and you call yourself my best friend?" he laughed at you one time you asked about this mystery girl. Jae teased you for a week straight after the incident that you shouldn't be jealous yet you couldn't help it: you were. You are. Because where is this dream girl Jae dedicates all the sickeningly sweet confession songs and how can she not notice how great he is?

You don't even know why you keep making yourself suffer but you sure as hell can't say no to Jae. Not when he whines that he missed dinner and asks you to bring him something to eat at the radio station. That’s how you end up in the studio building with hands full of exotic spiced chicken wings he likes so much. He is almost done when you arrive so you wave to him through the glass window and his face brightens as he sees you... or at least, his dinner. He mouths you ‘five minutes’ note with a short nod, putting down the take-out and entangling your earphones to listen to the end of his show. You catch the last accords of an Ed Sheeran song and then Jae's melodious voice fills your ears.

"Hey late night listeners, this was Perfect and as I see online a lot of you have been wondering about this girl I like. Is your life so boring that you care so much about mine?"

You swear his laugh is even prettier when he mentions that girl which makes you gulp bitterly. Still, you can't take your eyes off of him, not when he smiles so bright, eyes disappearing into crescents behind his glasses, ruffling his blonde hair and looking happier than ever.

"Okay, if you are so curious, I tell you that I know for sure that she's listening to my show right now. So yes, dear listeners, one of you is the girl who stole my heart," he says and your breath hitches.

The show is online but how can he tell? He didn't track the girl's IP address, right? That would be a bit creepy. When Jae glances at you, he laughs at you scandalized expression a lot amused.

"I'm sure you are all wondering how it all happened. Well, I have known her so long I'm pretty sure I have always loved her one way or another. But I only realized that it's a different kind of love when she had her first boyfriend and I had to fake a smile."

Your mind is running miles in a second searching for somebody in Jae's big group of friends who can be the one. Jae's not helping since he's quite protective of every single girl friend of his because he likes to act like the funny big brother everybody would like to have. Except you.

"She doesn't know that I'm a bit of a romantic and she probably thinks it's lame of me to confess with songs but come on, songs can tell it better than me,” you best friend keeps making you suffer without knowing because it’s almost unbearable to hear him talk more about this lucky girl. It feels like a stab in the heart and you are close to having enough of all this when he continues with his confession: “All of these songs remind me of her and if she doesn't put it together today I'm gonna give up because the song I'm playing tonight is significant in our ‘relationship’ dare I say. At least for me. So hey, love, if you don't feel the same way it's okay but this is how I feel. Here comes When you love someone by Day6, our beloved local band, here you go. This has been Jae. Thank you for staying with me tonight. Good night, sweet dreams and don't forget to subscribe."

As Jae pushes some buttons on the control panel, music flows and he puts down his headphone making his way towards the room in which you stand paralyzed listening to the song that was playing when you two kissed that night almost a year ago. What the hell?

"You are an idiot!" you punch him on the chest as soon as he steps out of the soundproof booth. You emotions are all over the place varying from delighted, relieved to a bit mad.

"Say something I don't know," the boy giggles putting his manly hands over your fists to keep them there close to his heart and then there’s a pause while he expectantly waits for you to say something. It’s rare to see him so hesitant and uncertain because most of the times he seems very sure of himself. But you have never had heart to make him wait for too long so you gather all your courage and tell him how you feel:

"I kind of love you too," you finally say out loud, softly, cheeks rosy and voice shyly quiet.

"Thank God, it would have been super awkward if you didn't," Jae scratches the back of his neck letting out a bit forced rippling laughter.

"You could have said something, I can't believe I was jealous of myself!" You huff but you almost regret it because Jae has the nerve to keep smirking.

"That was pretty fun to watch," he remarks lightheartedly and you roll your eyes. Of course, it must had been amusing for him.

You clear your throat nervously before asking the big question: "Sooo what changes?"

"Hm... except for being girlfriend and boyfriend instead of best friends, it can be pretty much the same, I guess. My mom says we already act like a couple," Jae shrugs with a fond smiles until something crucius doesn’t cross his mind and when he looks down on you, he seems so serious you don’t know what to make out of it. "Oh but the kissing! Let’s not forget that part! We have to kiss now."

The desperation in his voice makes you giggle and in an instant your feel your previous stiffness dissolving into thin hair. It’s just Jae after all, your best friend whom you trust with all your heart…

"Who said I want to?" you raise an eyebrow in challenge that makes him pout sadly.

"Fine then just let me hold your hand."

You touch your chin with a finger acting like you’re thinking hard. "I'll think about it."

However, Jae knows you and your acting skills too well because he doesn’t seem bothered at all as he turns his back on you like he didn’t care. "Sure."

"Okay, wait, I made up my mind," you stop him quickly before he could get farther away and grabbing his hand you stand in front of him. His brown eyes are glimmering stars of the universe as he curiously gazes at you. "I want you to hold my hand and kiss me."

You surprise yourself being so blunt and a blush is already adorning your features as you duck your head down. But Jae doesn’t let you hide for long as he sneaks his long fingers around your neck, under your jaw and leans down until his lips are ghosting over yours.

"With pleasure," he whispered raspily in a way that makes your knees weak but you kiss him back with equal force. He tastes like the coffee he drinks and something sweet, addicting, you lose yourself to the feeling but just because you know Jae will always be there to catch you when you fall.

So if being Park Jaehyung's best friend was already an adventure, being his girlfriend is the whole damn feast but you don’t regret a thing. Never with him.