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fullsuuns · 4 years ago

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true blue | n.jm

pairing: jaemin x fem. reader

genre: angst, fluff

wordcount: 6.4k

tags: camphalfblood!au, forbiddenlove!au, demigod!jaemin, mermaid!reader, jaemin is son of poseidon in this, it’s also told in jaemin’s pov

warnings: none

synopsis: in which na jaemin finds out he’s more gifted than he initially thought and also takes the risk of falling in love with a mermaid.

song rec♫: neptune - sleeping at last (highly rec this song as it alone inspired this entire fic)

na jaemin had always been a lover of water.

growing up in busan, he always felt inexplicably drawn to the ocean. be it the way the water always felt refreshing to the touch and would instantly clear his head, or how the tadpoles would dance around his toes when he dipped his feet in, he didn’t know. all he did know was that he adored it.

maybe it had been the initial reason he’d joined his highschool’s swim team during his senior year. something about diving straight into water and moving his body in a way that almost felt like second nature to him. getting praised for doing so was just another factor in what drove him to spend more time at the school’s pool than, quite literally, anywhere else. though in his last year, jaemin quickly became a commended athlete for his extraordinary talent.

what other people didn’t know, especially his classmates and his coach, is that na jaemin could do something with water — something that he was sure other people couldn’t. at first, jaemin told himself it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary; that making the water ripple beneath him without even pressing his palm to the surface wasn’t odd.

except it was — that was what he soon realized.

of course, making water move didn’t seem like a big deal; jaemin would reassure himself that it was most likely due to the pressure coming from the pool’s installed filtering jets. everything seemed fine as jaemin dove into the body of water. he hadn’t noticed the pretty bad scrape on his arm, either — and from what? he didn’t even know.

when jaemin had surfaced, his eyes caught the slight discoloration to his submerged skin almost immediately. he brought his arm up and out, water sloshing around him as his eyes inspected the scrape. the wound looked pretty gruesome under the white light, the harsh lighting of the natatorium almost making it appear worse than it probably was.

he was about to just let it be, swim a few more laps — at least that was the plan until he saw water creep its way up his arm. several streams ran over the wound, collectively healing and sealing the scrape up. now in its place was nothing but unblemished skin, as if nothing had ever happened.

jaemin was shocked. his mouth had hung wide open, eyes almost bulging out of his skull as they drank in his now seemingly perfect forearm. he was quick to dart his eyes for his surroundings, hoping no one had witnessed what exactly had just happened. there were various students, all a part of the water polo team, but they were all too busy with setting up equipment to notice jaemin’s situation. he was thankful.

he swam to the edge of the pool after that. he pushed himself up, gushes of water splashing around him as he exited. jaemin power-walked to the locker room, wishing that whatever he’d seen was just a figment of his imagination and that it never actually occurred. he didn’t spare his arm another glance for confirmation, choosing to ignore the incident for his own sanity.

nothing intense had happened since that day, and jaemin had graduated from highschool peacefully. of course, the swim team’s ace had been scouted by big universities, but jaemin had already been set on dropping swim after the pool incident, so he politely turned each one down. (each agent had looked at him incredulously, but jaemin just smiled humbly, thanking them before parting ways.)

the summer after his senior year of highschool had been pretty boring. several hours into the night for various nights in a row, jaemin played call of duty with his friends donghyuck and jongho. he was sure that he even developed eyebags, but ignored the mirror every time he stepped into the bathroom. cold showers always fueled to restore his energy almost completely, keeping him going despite donghyuck’s whines that they didn’t do anything. jaemin would tease that the brunet simply just wasn’t as cool as him.

one day, jaemin had decided to pick up the mail that arrived at his mother’s house just so that she didn’t have to. he was surprised to see a handwritten letter addressed to him, even going as far as having a wax seal on the back. jaemin had dropped the rest of the mail pile onto the kitchen table instead, focused on prying the single envelope with the hard-to-budge seal open.

the letter wasn’t anything fancy, really, but it hadn’t been written in korean. initially, it was written in a language jaemin couldn’t decipher — or at least that’s what he thought until the characters started to float and move around right before his eyes. out of shock, jaemin dropped the letter and envelope to the floor. he’d squeezed his eyes shut, spewing mantras of it’s just the redbull, it’s just the redbull.

jaemin eyed it for a while, the crinkled cream paper unmoving in all its glory. his mother still hadn’t gotten back from work, so it was just him in their house. still, jaemin refused to pick up the letter for five more minutes.

he should’ve known that that had been the start of it all; that it’d be the inevitable start of na jaemin finding out he had magical blood running through his veins.

he simply ridiculed the idea, ridiculed the letter in its entirety until his mother had gotten home that one fateful day only two weeks ago. she’d told him that it was all true — about how jaemin was a descendant of the all-mighty poseidon, god of the seas, and that he was a lot more gifted than he thought possible.

he wanted to cry, laugh, maybe even scream, because he desperately wanted to be told it was a joke. still, the memory of his mother only looking at him with serious, unplayful eyes bore itself into his mind. in that moment, fourteen days ago, jaemin knew that it was true — knew that that was the reasoning behind why he was always different.

na jaemin didn’t want to believe it. he still wanted to be in unnerving denial, even as his mother drove him to what she said was the boundary line that connected the human world to the gifted world. even when their car had stopped at a clearing and she had exited the vehicle, she still motioned jaemin’s figure out.

“i can’t go beyond here, jaemin. you have to go on your own.” she told him when he finally stepped up to her.

“but why?” he asked. jaemin didn’t want to admit it, but his heart was beating sporadically beneath his chest at the thought of having to do this alone.

“i’m not like you, jaemin. you must go on your own and figure out your destiny.”

she’d given him a hug, promising she’d call him. jaemin wanted so badly for her to tell him this wasn’t what was actually happening, that it was some planned-out prank that would land them both on television and get them thousands of dollars, but he knew it wasn’t in his mother’s nature to pull something like this.

as he stepped deeper into the forest with backpack on his shoulders, jaemin looked back to see his mother wave at him. he waved back, a wistful look crossing his features momentarily as he stared at her. with a newfound sense of bravery, and one last look at the woman who raised him for twenty years of his life, jaemin turned back around and ventured farther into the forest, leaves crunching beneath his boots as he searched for whatever it was exactly that awaited him.

jaemin was surprised, shocked, flabbergasted to see that whatever his mother had told him about actually turned out to be true. forty minutes into his walk, and with the sun threatening to set, jaemin reached a clearing.

it greets him in the form of tall, wooden trunks that are formed to create a singular entrance. above it, greek lettering rearranges itself into korean before jaemin’s eyes (just like they had on the letter), and soon, camp halfblood is sprawled over the wood.

he didn’t know exactly what to do from then on. jaemin heard a yell being shouted from inside the open territory, and someone was quick to jog up to him.

“new comer?” the person asked. he looked to be around his age: black hair, youthful brown eyes, and a similar build to jaemin.

he nodded, albeit a little cautiously.

“i’m jeno,” the raven said, grinning, “son of ares, god of war.”

“i’m jaemin.” he greeted. “son of poseidon, i think? at least that’s what i was told.”

jeno’s eyes widened, marveling at him. “no way, poseidon?”

jaemin only nodded again, more confident this time.

safe to say, it took jaemin a while to get used to his new life. word of the one and only poseidon’s son was quick to spread around the camp — or at least that’s what he assumed, because only two days had passed before he’d found out everyone knew of him.

with jeno teaching him battle techniques and all about camp life, jaemin grew grateful at the chance to be given a friend in his new life. of course, there were still times that he missed his old ones.

(he’d told donghyuck and his other closest friends that he’d be away on an internship in the united states for some time, and that his cellphone service wouldn’t allow for international calls or texts. it was a lie, but it seemed believable enough that they didn’t question him.)

jaemin was lucky to reach his mother on the phone the night he’d first arrived at the place two weeks ago. he informed her that he’d gotten to camp safely, that he’d even met a new friend, and she’d been relieved. his mother told him to stay safe and to call her more often, to which he agreed he would do.

more time passed, and jaemin had met more friends: renjun, son of athena, chenle, son of hermes, and jisung, son of demeter. they were all nice boys, despite their initial gawking at finding out that jaemin was a direct descendant from poseidon himself. although the shock was there at first, they were quick to dismiss it in favor of treating him normally — or as normally as demigods could treat eachother — and jaemin was grateful for it.

he’d even gotten his own cabin — a gift from his father — chiron, head of camp, told him. it was a grand cabin constructed close to the edge of camp, away from any and all others (jaemin was happy to learn that) as it overlooked the vast ocean it connected to. over time, jaemin grew to love visiting his dock in favor of clearing his head. the water around him felt like home, and it still served to calm him and keep him peaceful when he was conflicted.

jaemin would visit the dock several times a week just to get a sense of grounding. there were times he would play with the water beneath him, ghosting his palms over the surface to practice creating ripples. the fish that swam under the water were always spooked.

it’d been two months later that something truly happened, something that he never expected to see — or, well, hear.

jaemin thought it would be just another ordinary thursday, except that idea changed when he heard faint groans of pain from behind the giant boulder to his right.

he knew that the rock was beyond the boundary line that separated the camp from the outside world, but jaemin always pinged himself as the curious type. he was quick to round the rock, wanting to figure out what exactly had been making noise.

he didn’t know what he expected, but he certainly didn’t expect to see you laying a ways away from the ocean, tear streaks on your face as you distinctly cried out in pain.

jaemin was quick to rush over.

“oh my god, are you okay?” he asked, panic in his voice as he knelt down next to you.

your tail shimmered under the sunlight, and jaemin was sure he knew what you were. he’d read about creatures like you all his life. he thought mermaids would just be folklore, imaginary. he didn’t believe them to be real at first, but jaemin had also found out he was a demigod so he wasn’t exactly sure about what was real or not anymore.

you definitely seem to be real, at least that’s what jaemin thought to himself.

he was refocused by the time he heard a whimper escape your lips, fear evident in your eyes as you tried to shimmy away from him. with your attempts being fruitless, jaemin’s heart ached momentarily when you lifted your tail only to wail in agony.

“it’s okay,” he assured. jaemin brought his hands forward to show you that he hadn’t been holding a weapon. “i won’t hurt you. what’s wrong? i want to help you.”

you bite your lip. your voice is quiet, yet almost melodical to him when you speak. “my tail. it’s my tail. i can’t - i can’t move. it hurts too much.”

jaemin looked down to see what you were talking about. sure enough, he saw several gashes lining the ends of your tail, some chunks to your fin even ripped off.

his eyebrows knit in sorrow, worry. “who would do this to you?”

he didn’t expect a response, it’d been more of a rhetorical question that he’d wondered to himself. still, he heard your quiet answer. “fishers.”

jaemin looked back at you, smiling in hopes that it could be enough to soothe you down a bit. he didn’t miss the way your irises still held traces of caution and fear, but he was quick to reassure you.

“don’t worry, just let me do something real quick. i promise you’re safe, i won’t even touch you. just let me help. can i help you?”

he waited for you to nod, for you to give him permission to help you. hesitantly, you did so.

you were still a close enough distance to the ocean that the water came alive at jaemin’s command when he held his hand out. he looked to you for any sign of discomfort, letting his tensed shoulders go lax when he only found twinkles of surprise and curiosity in your eyes. jaemin didn’t let the water get swallowed by the sand as it trailed up to you. he directed his palm towards your tail, the water running over the broken fin of your tail.

what happened next made you gasp and jaemin grin. the water was slowly beginning to mend your tail, restoring the previously broken off ends with new, healthier ones out of thin air. by the time your tail was repaired, and you had flapped it experimentally, you cried out in happiness.

“no way! no way, my tail!” you give it another flick, just for good measure. “it’s back!”

jaemin saw the grin on your face, saw the way your eyes shone so brightly, and he had to admit that it served to bring a smile to his lips.

that had been jaemin’s first encounter with you.

two weeks had passed.

jaemin was sure he’d never see you again after that, telling himself you’d most likely never come back a second time. he didn’t tell anyone of his encounter with you; hadn’t mentioned anything about mermaids to anyone. still, two weeks passed and he couldn’t get you out of his head, because simply to him, you were the kind of ethereal beauty beyond those descended from the aphrodite herself.

he’d been seated at his cabin’s dock again. the water was calm, nothing but the faint chitter-chatter from camp the only sound that could be heard. in his silence, jaemin constantly found himself wondering if you would ever come back, if he’d ever cross paths with you again as he dug into his pocket for a stray coin. he threw it into the ocean, watching it leap for several seconds before sinking below the surface.

he let out a sigh.

“maybe something like that was too good to be true,” jaemin spoke to himself. “silly me.”

except, jaemin was quick to turn his head when he felt something hit his bicep. looking down, he saw that what he’d been hit with was a singular pebble — round and smooth and definitely hand-picked. he chose to ignore it, telling himself it could’ve just been a coincidence. then he felt another hard collision to his arm.

he turned faster this time, eyes fleeting as they scoured for location of the source. the top of a head behind a boulder caught his gaze. it disappeared almost instantly, but jaemin knew he saw it. a tiny spark of hopefulness was quick to rise within him when he realized that that had been the rock he’d previously seen you behind.

jaemin got up to his feet, grabbing the small yet striking pebble in his hand. he’d looked over his shoulder, made sure no one saw him crossing over the boundary before he made his way over to the boulder.

jaemin reached the top of the rock soon enough, sitting down as he waited for you to come out. he’d purposely tip-toed so as to not let alert you that he was approaching, and it’d worked as he heard a shriek from you once you made another appearance. the surprise of it had you falling back into the water, in turn making jaemin both laugh and clap his hands in amusement.

he grinned teasingly at you, holding up the pebble next to him. though he wasn’t happy about you throwing stones at him, he was ecstatic to learn that you came back. “is there a reason you’re throwing rocks at me?”

jaemin watched you emerge from the ocean in all of your radiance. he took note that from under the clear water, your tail was fine now, no longer needing care. he also took note that your hair was still pretty despite it being stuck to your wet body, and that you had a mesh bag tied to your wrist.

“yes, actually,” you answered, laughing. your eyelashes fluttered extra prettily against your cheeks when you brought the bag up to him, and jaemin was completely enraptured. “i want to thank you for helping me.”

“you don’t have to thank me,” jaemin said. “but i’d love to know your name.”

“y/n,” oh how beautiful your voice was to him. “and you, my savior?”

a smile prodded at jaemin’s lips. “y/n,” he echoed, testing your name on his tongue. he loved it. “i’m jaemin, na jaemin.”

“jaemin,” you had repeated with a giggle, swishing the bag around in your hands. it was so, so easy for him to be intrigued by you. “i’ve brought you seashells as a gift.”

his heart had fluttered when you placed the mesh bag of trinkets into his palms, various seashells moving around in his grip. the bag was wet. droplets poured down onto jaemin’s jeans, but he found that he didn’t mind. not when you gave him a bright, beautiful grin that had his breath hitching.

that was his second encounter with you.

it wasn’t long before jaemin really, truly started to fall for you. every friday, he’d meet you at the same rock just outside of the boundary line after duties at 3p.m — or, well, when the ocean’s current direction shifted for you (he came to figure out that mermaids simply didn’t calculate time). still, these were the days he awaited most.

he’d share stories upon stories with you about both his camp life and human life. he grew fond of how you attentively drank up every detail from every story he shared with wide, beautiful eyes. you, too, shared counts of your life at sea, though they were more dark if anything.

jaemin’s eyebrows furrowed when he heard of how your kind was hunted, sought after for your fins. you’d told him about how they were magical in the sense that they were able to heal the weak and restore them back to full health. jaemin now understood why you had been so scared the first time he saw you. though he smiled at you reassuringly, his heart broke beneath the surface.

jaemin had grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers together with a whispered promise. “i’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

no one knew of jaemin sneaking out beyond campgrounds to meet you. no one even knew that he was sneaking out in the first place until two months in.

jaemin was careful enough to not let anyone see you, always hiding you away from the direct line of sight from camp just had something go wrong.

nothing ever did, at least until that one friday.

he’d been perched at his usual spot on the boulder, sitting cross-legged with you in front of him, your top half emerged enough from the water so that he could place his lips on yours. there was nothing but the ocean and the forest around you, a calm serene setting for when he would kiss you under the shade of the giant camp tree.

jaemin held your hand out, your palm facing towards the sky. you’d giggled, asking him what he was doing, to which he only shushed you with another kiss to your lips. he had to pull away when you placed your free hand on his cheek, deepening it ever so slightly.

“sneaky sneaky.” jaemin tsk’d.

you hummed, tongue darting out across your lips. “nice chapstick. is that cherry?”

“yes it is,” he answered. “now hush, i’m trying to show you something.”

he returned to drawing a figure on your skin, connecting your palm to his right after. your eyes glimmered as you watched in awe, eyes trained on the watered silhouette of a seahorse that floated between both you and jaemin.

“wow, it’s - wow, jaemin. that’s amazing.”

jaemin’s heart thumped from beneath his chest, as it always did each and every time you smiled at him. you tapped an index finger at the floating water, yelping when some of it ran down your arm and back into the ocean. you were shocked at first, but quick to let out a sweet laugh right after. jaemin was happy to see you happy. jaemin was happy that he could make you happy.

maybe he’d been too caught up in you — too caught up in the melodical beauty of your laugh to notice anything unusual. his eyebrows furrowed when he saw your eyes settle on something behind him, the deep pools of your irises growing the same fearful look they had when he first met you, and a panic arose within him. you didn’t say anything as your eyes met his, but you were quick to duck back into the water. jaemin watched you swim away below the ocean with a weak and confused heart.

that’s when he heard it.

the faint, distant call of a camper.

jaemin visibly tensed, his jaw hardening and back straightening at the intrusion. the water that he’d controlled, now fallen, served to create a damp spot on the rock. his eyes scoured the ocean, but he saw no trace of you anywhere. he’d hoped that whoever was calling for him didn’t actually see you.

with a heavy sigh, he turned around to face the random camper — someone he’d never even seen before. still, jaemin tried to muster the best fakest smile that he could account for, even when his blood simmered. the intruder only looked at him warily before turning away, scurrying back to camp.

he was now left alone with nothing but the ocean around him. the sun had almost set, glow peaking just enough from behind the mountains, and that’s when jaemin realized just how fast time would pass when he was with you. sometimes, there were fridays where he would return to camp after darkness had grown, after spending hours talking to you about nothing and everything all at once, but he never once regretted one of those days.

a few days later, jaemin thinks word got out to chiron that he’d been sneaking past the boundary line, because soon he gets summoned into the centaur’s office for what he presumes is that very reason. the place smells of smoke upon his arrival, and the cabin has a surplus of antiques from olympus that decorate the interior. it’s nowhere near as elegantly built as his own cabin; jaemin thought this as he watched the crackling fire from the fireplace. he pushed that down when his wandering thoughts were interrupted by the rough clear of a throat.

chiron is stoic with his gaze, but jaemin is unphased. if he was really here for what he thought he was here for, he didn’t care.

“i hear you’ve been sneaking out of camp.” ah, so jaemin’s assumptions were proven correct. there was a disapproving lilt in the centaur’s tone that made jaemin almost flinch. “to converse with a mermaid?”

jaemin knew he couldn’t lie to weasel himself out of this situation — it simply wouldn’t do him any good when everyone already knew anyway. he’d had the feeling that the camper he’d seen would tell someone as soon as he returned back to camp, but jaemin didn’t care in that moment. he’d been too caught up in feeling distraught over your untimely goodbye to think about the probability of his secret getting out.

he just sighed. “yes, i have.”

except chiron already knew.

“do you know the danger that outside creatures could impose on our kind?” he berated. “that boundary is put in place to keep us safe, keep us away from the danger that the outside world brings. i will not have you stepping outside of that field again - for a pesky mermaid much less.”

jaemin felt his blood boil at the words, at the way the centaur spoke of you so unnervingly. his hackles raised in defense, eyes unsparing as he spoke with a tone full of venom. “do you know who i am?”

chiron must have been taken aback, because surely he hadn’t expected jaemin to challenge him so outwardly.

jaemin continued. “i’m son of poseidon, god of the seas, and unless you want this entire place flooded by the ocean’s water, you’re going to leave me alone, and you’re going to leave her alone. i can handle things on my own.”

he didn’t spare the centaur another word nor did he allow him to respond. instead, jaemin rose from the desk he’d been leaning on, storming out of the cabin and halfway across camp towards his own.

jaemin meant it when he said he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you again. he loved you too much to let anything bad happen to you.

the week that followed was too tense. jaemin hadn’t spoken to his friends in a while. he told jeno he needed alone time, needed to think — to which the raven assured him to take as much time as he needed. by then, everyone knew that na jaemin was seemingly in love with a mermaid, as gossip about those descended from the most powerful of gods always spread like wildfire. he didn’t mind it though, maybe that would get aphrodite’s daughters off his back for once.

the next friday was quick to come.

that entire morning, jaemin had buzzed to see you. he’d missed your eyes, your voice, your lips, and positively everything about you that he grew to adore in so little time. he wanted to speak to you again, to make you laugh again, and to get the chance to kiss you again.

he’d arrived at your spot that evening, your favorite flower freshly picked in his hand. he even went as far as to truly making sure no one had followed him this time by coming out earlier than he usually did.

jaemin waited, and waited, and waited. there was no sign of you anywhere; no breathtaking glimmer of your tail under the translucent water as you swam around him, no teasing splash as you coaxed him into getting in with you, and certainly no familiar ripple as you got ready to emerge from under the ocean.

he waited. but you never came.

jaemin realized he’d been sat there for hours when he saw the ever fading sun begin to hide itself behind the mountains. they’re the same hours he would spend with you, but the time that passed now left him sluggish without your vibrant presence.

still, he didn’t move. he refused to until the day turned into night.

hours later, the sun got replaced by the moon — the subsequent result of time that had passed.

jaemin soon gave up. he figured you’d come another day, and it was left at that.

except with every trudging step back to his cabin, his heart ultimately cracked. the now droopy flower in his hand mirrored the sorrow he felt when he placed it on the nightstand next to his bed, a lone petal falling. he’d been ready to see you again, been ready to give it to you (jaemin remembered that vague memory of you telling him of your favorite flower weeks ago, and he wanted to see that familiar sparkle of delight light up your eyes — simply because he adored it too much).

unable to sleep, jaemin laid awake for some time that night, staring up at the wooden ceiling of his cabin. when he did manage to feel sleepy, eyes fatigued, he closed them with one thought plaguing his mind: he didn’t know where you were, but he really, really hoped you were safe.

jaemin didn’t give up.

instead, he opted to visit your same meeting spot every day after he finished daily training, hoping you’d come back to him at some point. at times, he would bring his ipod and play your favorite song — a song you’d told him stuck with you from a passing cruise ship. you sang the lyrics so prettily, and though tranced, jaemin still managed to jot them down on a piece of paper so that he would have it by the next time you two met up.

he grew to miss you more and more with every passing hour he spent by the unmoving water. he found himself missing the way your eyes would crinkle when he cupped your face to press chaste kisses to your lips, and how you would laugh into his mouth each time. jaemin was sure he hadn’t felt this way about another being before, and he told himself he’d rather walk through the gates of hell than let you go like this.

so jaemin waited. patiently.

another two weeks passed, yet he still came back each day.

it’d been two fridays since jaemin had last seen you. time felt still when he sat on the rock, but he found entertainment in watching voyagers travel from a distance. he noted that the clouds were gloomier today, a sort of overcast that almost threatened to storm against his surroundings, but jaemin didn’t pay it much mind other than that. instead, he found serenity in closing his eyes, and favored listening to the sounds of nature around him.

jaemin first felt a splash hit his left hand, but excused it as just a random ocean wave that’d gotten a little too powerful (those weren’t all too uncommon, especially when a rainstorm was near). with his eyes still closed, jaemin breathed deeply, ears twitching only when he heard the faint chirp of birds behind him.

there was another splash a few seconds later, though this time it’d been undoubtedly bigger than the last. jaemin peered one eye open when he felt both of his arms get drenched, the water now drenching his lap.

safe to say, his mouth dropped open in surprise. a soft gasp followed when he saw you floating in front of him, in all of your divine radiance. your hair was soaked, sticking to your body. droplets of accumulated water had decorated your flushed cheeks, your eyelashes wet with saltwater. still, you looked as gorgeous as you always had to jaemin — maybe even more this time.

he didn’t know how to react — didn’t know if you were actually truly in front of him. he’d waited countless hours for you to return back to him, return to your spot, yet he never expected to see you so abruptly like this.

you opened your mouth to speak, but jaemin had beaten you to it.

“y/n?” he asked almost incredulously. “is it - is it really you? are you really here right now?”

you only nodded.

a grin was quick to plaster itself across jaemin’s face, soon falling when he noticed yours didn’t mirror the same excitement. instead, he took in your sad eyes, the familiar spark that would shine beneath your irises no longer visible. he was confused; sadness was something jaemin had never seen from you.

“what’s wrong?”

“jaemin, i -” your voice sounded distressed, breaking before you could even say anything else. jaemin tried to reach out for you, to comfort you, but you pulled away from him in time so that he couldn’t touch your face. hurt panged at his heart instantly, and he was sure the confusion was evident on his face.

you gulped. “we can’t be together, jaemin.”

it took a second for your words to register, but when they had, they felt like a painful punch to his throat, and jaemin’s heart metaphorically plummeted to his feet.

he recoiled, bringing his arms back to his body. many different emotions swim through him all at once, unsure of how to feel exactly. he looked at your face for any signs of bluff, but was only met with sad, unmoving eyes.

“what? y/n, what? why?” his voice cracked, words laced with distress.

he watched your eyes well up with tears, and his heart continued to break. above the both of you, the sky grew darker, a flurry of clouds passing over the sky rapidly quicker than they ever had before.

you cleared your throat. “we can’t be together, jaem. we’re from two different worlds, and i don’t want you to end up hurt because of me. i - i don’t want that. so you have to let me go. you have to. i just want you to know that i love you and i’m so thankful for you, and i’m so, so sorry that i had to do stumble into your life.”

jaemin wanted to reassure you that you were all he ever wanted — all he ever needed as he heard you babble. he opened his mouth to speak, wanting so badly to console you, but was quick to get interrupted by a loud roar of thunder.

water came shortly after. it poured heavily around the two of you as the atmosphere thickened. jaemin felt his hair get damp, his clothes growing heavy with rain, but he was completely unphased by it when he looked at you — looked at who he fell in love with.

he watched you look up to the sky, felt his eyes begin to water.

“i have to go now. zeus knows i’m here, and he’s not happy,” your voice was distraught as another heavy clap sounded through the sky. the sound made you jolt. “i won’t forget the time i spent with you, na jaemin. thank you for - for showing me your world. and telling me your stories. and loving me as i am. i love you, i’ll truly never forget you, but i have to go.”

jaemin wanted to cry in confusion. he didn’t want to say goodbye. he’d waited too long just to see you again.

tears poured down his face rapidly as he shook his head in denial, begging you to not leave. he reached out his hand to your submerging figure, crying out when you retreated back into the water and swam away with nothing but a final glance at him.

jaemin cried for who knows how long, uncaring of the rain as it pelted his body. the usually refreshing feeling of water no longer served the same purpose at calming him. instead, his body wracked with countless sobs — crying because he missed you, crying because he waited so long just to hear your voice, and crying because he wasn’t sure if he’d ever see you again.

all the other times that jaemin didn’t want to leave this spot felt incomparable to how rooted he felt to the rock in that moment. the sun was gone by then, and jaemin had cried his heart out so much in those hours that his eyes turned puffy and his mouth was parched from dehydration. he didn’t move, couldn’t move when he heard a voice call to him. he didn’t budge, even when he felt a firm hand drop to his shoulder.

jeno sat next to him, silently looking out at the ocean. he, too, ignored the pouring rain.

“i’m sorry, jaemin.” he consoled. jaemin was thankful there was some sort of apologetic tone to his words, it was nice to know someone felt sympathy for him. “maybe it was for the best.”

tears were fresh again as they brimmed behind his eyes. he let them fall.

“i loved her - god, i loved her so much.” the words were strained, tension raw in his throat, but he still managed to choke them out.

“i know she loved you too.”

weeks went by at a slow pace, and jaemin wasn’t any better. he’d still sneak out and visit the ocean sometimes, visit your rock, even when he knew you wouldn’t return a second time. he’d speak to the body of water as if you were there, as if you were in front of him once again. more often than not, jaemin would just cry.

camp isn’t any better from then on; he didn’t find joy in anything anymore. when he wasn’t at the ocean, he spent most of his time in his cabin, crying and reminiscing fond memories he experienced with you. his friends checked up on him every once in a while, but nothing seemed to mend the brokenness of his heart.

he’d heard talk around camp of ongoing sea complications in korea, especially back home in busan. everyone had been confused as to why it happened so suddenly, but jaemin knew. he knew that he was the one causing the sea levels to rise, and in turn, making water travel farther up the city beaches. jaemin couldn’t bring himself to care, though, because he had lost the one thing he cared about most.

jaemin couldn’t bring himself to care because he had lost you.

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mitchmarnier · 5 years ago

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I want these words to make things right (but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life)

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier [reddie] rating: teen & up word count: 10,531 summary: Richie Tozier runs an anonymous tip for superheroes in the town of New York City. Sounds like a great idea, until you throw in the ex boyfriend superhero he's still in love with, and the weird blue eyed man who somehow figured out the man behind the blog ⤹ a NOT birthday fic for the lovely leigh (@s-s-georgie)

perma taglist: @jwilliambyers, @stebbins, @isaacslaheys, @s-s-georgie, @transrich@eddiefuckinkaspbrak, @edstozler, @emgays, @anellope, @thorn-harvester-ven, @wheezyeds, @vipertooth, @tozierking, @billdenbrough, @starrystoziers, @trashmouthtozierr, @willelbyers @itfandomprompts, @loserslibrary (let me know if you want added!)

read on ao3

Spotted!: The one and only FlyBoy, rescuing not one, not two, but six students of New York University from a late night fire in the little coffee shop down on Old Broadway. Damages to the building were extensive- and it’s going to be closed for a very long, unknown future- but nobody was harmed thanks to our very own eye in the sky. FlyBoy, we salute you and I think we can speak for everybody when we say that we sleep better knowing you’re out there.

Richie sent out the blast, still smiling at his phone. He’d barely even opened his eyes when he’d rolled over to grab his phone, which wasn’t anything abnormal. Richie ran one of the most popular blogs in New York City, completely anonymously. It had started out as his own interests, keeping taps on all the iconic heroes of their great and crime ridden city. It had quickly grown in regular viewers and subscribers, everybody realizing how coinvient it was to one location with all the information. More reliable information than the actual news, if Richie did say so himself.

“Really? FlyBoy again?” Richie’s roommate, Beverly Marsh, barged into Richie’s bedroom without knocking. “Don’t you think you’re getting a little too hung up on this guy? You’re running an update blog, not a FlyBoy fanblog.”

“FlyBoy is the guy to watch for.” Richie shrugged as he rolled out his bed, reaching out blindly for his glasses that he’d left on his bedside table. Beverly was standing at the edge of his bed with her hands on his hips. “Why are you looking at me like that, Mom?”

Beverly grabbed an NYU crewneck off the floor and threw it over his head. “FlyBoy isn’t the only superhero in the city, Richie! You’re falling off your brand and you’re going to lose your following. And in case you hadn’t noticed, your following pays most of our bills.”

Richie rolled his eyes. He grabbed his lucky jeans off the floor and slipped into them without changing his boxers, getting a little too much enjoyment out of Beverly’s cringe. “Would you chill out? I’m still just reporting the news, Bev. It’s not like anything else happened last night.”

“Dr Incredible stopped a bank robbing,” Beverly pointed out without even needing to look at her phone. “You didn’t say anything about that. Not to mention- Captain Fast literally saved an entire family from plunging off a bridge in their car last night. You know, Eddie Kaspbrak? Your best friend? The love of your life? I think maybe that would be a little newsworthy, don’t you?”

Richie scraped his black curls into a bun at the top of his head and started throwing textbooks into his backpack. “Beverly, I have had my eyes open for all of ten minutes, and seven of them have been you lecturing me on how to run a blog. I will post the rest of the events from last night and anything that happened this morning on the way to class that I need to go to. Because I have a life, so unless you wanna take over all the blog responsibilities… get off my dick.”

Beverly scoffed as Richie pushed past her out the door to his room, shouting at him that there was brewed coffee on the counter even as they both knew that Richie was going to be stopping at Starbucks for something that was more sugar and syrup than actual caffeine.

Richie went to the same Starbucks every morning before class, and every evening after classes let out. Stanley from his Psychology 101 worked there, and he never failed to give Richie shit about his nasty habits. He was a scrawny man, with tight curls. He was always well dressed under his work apron, light coloured button ups and pressed jeans. He always looked so put together and proper that Richie wanted to frazzle him and mess him up completely.

Stan’s customer service happy expression dropped into a look of disdain. “You’re back. Again.”

“Everyday, Stanny, you know me.” Richie leaned against the counter and winked at the unimpressed barista. Stan turned away from him, putting Richie’s regular order into the register. “Gotta get that caffeine fix.”

“I’d hardly call this caffeine by any means.” Stan let out a scoff as he finished ringing up the order. Richie handed Stanley the cash, and tried to chase the barista down the line in the process of making Richie’s entirely familiar order.

“You can’t lean over the counter like that.” Stan said in a low, bored tone. “You know, you’re lucky it's in my job description to be nice to you.”

Richie chuckled, watching as Stan applied a double spray of whipped cream that Richie certainly hadn’t paid for. “If this is you being nice to me, I would hate to see you mean.”

“Yes, you would.” Stan placed Richie’s pale drink down onto the counter and slid a straw over to Richie without Richie needing to ask. Richie grinned, and took a long, overly dramatic sip before turning away. He nursed the drink throughout his short walk to his campus building, and tossed it- half finished- into the garbage before ducking into his lecture hall. He slid into his regular seat in the far left side of the hall, then frowned as somebody sat down on the other side of him.

It was a cute enough guy, with soft brown hair that flopped into his face. His eyes were an icy blue and there was a scar running through one eyebrow. Richie felt goosebumps jump up on his forearms as the boy stared at him.

“You’re R-R-Richie T-Tozier, right?” Bill said, voice pleasant even in the low tone. It soothed Richie in an odd way, and he felt himself lowering his guard even as he wondered why he was doing it.

“Yeah…” Richie said slowly, lifting his pen towards his mouth and biting down on the bottom end. “And you are?”

“My name is B-B-ill.” He said, before glancing over his shoulder. He bit down on his bottom lip and leaned in closer to Richie’s space. “You’re the runner of Spotted!, right? The superhero tracker blog?”

Richie blinked at him. His teeth threatened to break through the plastic of his pen. He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked forward at the professor, droning on about something Richie couldn’t care less about, especially with how his heart was pounding in his chest. “Sorry, man. I think you’ve got the wrong guy.”

Even as Richie refused to let his gaze waver from the front of the room, he could feel how Bill’s eyes continued to burn into the side of his head. “Well.” Bill said, voice somehow seeming much closer to Richie’s ears than he felt it should be. “If you a-ar-are the m-man behind the sc-screen, I th-thought you sh-should know that Pr-Professor Fly will make an app-appearance tonight.”

Richie jerked his head to look at Bill, but the other guy was already standing and making his way through the lecture hall. He didn’t even turn around as Richie unabashedly stared at him. Professor Fly had once been the biggest, most known superhero on the NYC scene. Along with the flight powers that his name implied, he’d also been strong and fast. He’d had a plethora of powers, so many it was beyond abnormal. Nearly three years ago, Professor Fly had stepped onto the scene with a mentee- none other than FlyBoy- and only six months after that he’d completely dropped off the face of the Earth. FlyBoy continued to work in the city, and make a bigger and bigger name for himself, but Professor Fly had not been seen in over two full years.

It was juicy information, no doubt. The kind that made Richie’s stomach tense up and his palms sweat. If Professor Fly was coming out of retirement, that could only mean somehow seriously Bad was on the scene. But Richie didn’t run a gossip blog, and he would never post something he didn’t have any proof on. Not even something as huge as a potential Professor Fly comeback.

Spotted! Just a little recap of last night’s busy activities in the city that never sleeps: Dr Incredible bringing a bank robbery to a skidding halt, making sure all our favourite rich bitches and Wall Street moneybags have their millions safe for another day! Thanks, dude! And OF COURSE, the adorable and flawless Captain Fast saving an entire family from certain doom, and looking absolutely mouth watering in that spandex as always while doing it. Keep it up, babe. The public loves you :*

“RICHIE!”

Richie hardly reacted as the apartment door busted open and Eddie Kaspbrak stormed into the living room. His hair was damp, flattened to his forehead from the rain outside. The same rain that had left stains all over his grey NYU shirt and blue jeans. His fists were tightened at his sides, and he looked absolutely adorable.

“How can I be of service, dear Edward?” Richie asked, punching at the buttons of his xBox controller. Eddie stomped forward and grabbed it from his hands, tossing it across the room. “Hey! What the fuck?”

“You can’t fucking flirt with me on your stupid blog!” Eddie cried, running his hands through his hair. “Okay? People are gonna… they could figure out who you are if you keep doing that!”

Richie sat up straight on the couch. “Okay, do you know how little sense that makes, right? I make flirtatious comments about every hero I post about. Except Dr Incredible, I think guys a fucking sham.” Eddie rolled his eyes as Richie carried on over him. “And even if I did flirt with you more than the other heroes, they’d still need to know who you are to connect the dots to me. So take a breath. If you don’t want people commenting on your spandex, don’t wear it.”

“This isn’t about spandex.” Eddie said, though Richie could see that the anger he’d been wrapped up in when he’d come into the apartment was quickly seeping out of him. “This is about you. I don’t want you in danger, Richie.”

“You’ve made that beyond clear, Eds.” Richie stood and stretched his hands above his head. “It’s pretty much all I’ve heard from you.”

“Rich…” Eddie said sadly, but if there had been anything further to that sentence it evaporated right from Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie and Richie were diaper buddies, a real sandbox love. Richie couldn’t remember a point in his life without Eddie in it. They’d grown up inseparable, and Richie still remembered vividly when they’re relationship had begun to grow into something more. Junior year of high school, when Richie finally, finally found the nerve to ask Eddie out on an official date. And the next couple weeks after that were bliss in a way that Richie had never known. Until suddenly, Eddie had started blowing him off. Cancelling dates, and dodging Richie’s calls. When Richie had moved to confront Eddie about his behaviour, to beg him to at least end it and not keep him hanging on, Richie had learned the truth of Eddie’s powers. Apparently, it ran in his family and his mother had tried her hardest to keep it from Eddie, in desperate hopes that Eddie would be different but the powers can come nonetheless. Some smaller ones- a heightened sense of touch, and an acute sense of knowledge of a person or object by touch which Richie lovingly called his Vibe Checks- and of course, his speed. Eddie had always been a fast runner, ever since they were kids, and he had been shaping up to be a big track star before the Powers had appeared to him. Afterwards, however, Eddie could run the length of the entirety of the country in mere seconds.

They’d stayed up together that whole night, talking and crying and kissing, and they’d felt so good about everything. Richie thought having a superhero boyfriend was maybe the coolest thing that could ever happen to anybody, even if he wasn’t allowed to tell another living being. While still living in Derry, things hadn’t been so different with Eddie having powers. Things really changed when they moved out to New York City. Richie had always known Eddie was a good person, the best person, but he’d never accounted for how Eddie’s powers would come into play when they were suddenly in a city with other Supers and a sky high crime rate.

They’d tried to make it work, Richie beyond supportive in Eddie’s crime fighting causes. (Hello, superhero boyfriend? Still the coolest shit ever!) but one misstep, one single incident where Richie’s safety had been put on the line, and Eddie had stopped them in their tracks. It hadn’t even been because of Eddie’s identity, Richie had been in a strictly wrong place wrong time sort of situation but Eddie had lost it. Claimed that their relationship was a liability for Eddie, that Richie was Eddie’s biggest weakness and that Eddie couldn’t risk Richie’s safety like that. Richie had argued tooth and nail, claiming that breaking up didn’t mean that they weren’t in love and that Eddie shouldn’t be giving up his personal life for these powers but it had fallen on deaf ears. Eddie had packed up his belongings and left their shared apartment. They’d tried to stay friends, but the love between them kept things strained.

Richie padded into the kitchen and grabbed a can of pop from the fridge. He offered one up to Eddie, who shook his head as Richie knew that he would. He hopped up onto one of the seats on the counter and stared Eddie down. Eddie leaned forward on his elbows.

“We can’t keep having this same argument, Richie.” Eddie said in his prim and rehearsed voice. “It’s not because I don’t love you-”

Richie squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head quickly. “God, you just said we can’t keep this argument. I don’t need to hear this fucking speech again. You gave it to me when we broke up, you gave it to me six months ago on my birthday after we got drunk and-” Richie broke off and exhaled hard. “I’m sorry I talked about your spandex on my blog, I’ll try to tone down the flirting when I talk about you.”

“No.” Eddie sighed, resting his chin in his hands. “I overreacted. You didn’t say anything you wouldn’t have said about anybody else on there. And you’re right, people would need to know who I am to connect you to me. And nobody knows who either of us are.”

Richie blew out a long breath, flicking his thumb against the tab of his pop can. “Actually, Eds… somebody might know who I am. So, yeah, I should be more careful when talking about you on there. You’re the one who was right as usual.”

Eddie’s mouth dropped open and he pushed away from the table to round on Richie. He grabbed him by his shoulders and forced Richie to meet his gaze. “Richie. What are you talking about.”

“I’m not really sure, honestly, it was weird.” Richie ducked out of Eddie’s touch, frowning as the memory of his class that morning washed back over him. “It was some.. Guy in my theory of screenwriting lecture? He just sat down beside me and he addressed me by name and then asked if I was the one who wrote Spotted!. I told him I wasn’t, because you and Bev are both always on my ass about keeping it a secret, and then he told me…”

Richie stopped and looked up at Eddie. Eddie stared back at him, holding Richie’s eye line longer than he had in the two years since they’d called an end to their romantic relationship. “What, Rich? What did he say?”

“He said that Professor Fly would be making an appearance tonight.”

Eddie’s expression remained blank for several moments before the usual chaotic energy took him back over. “Why would he say that? How does he know that? How does he know you? There’s no way that’s true, nobody has heard anything from Professor Fly for almost three years. Not even FlyBoy knows where he is, he’s retired. There’s nothing he’d come back for, not unless it was the end of the world big. Is this the end of the world big? Richie?”

“I don’t know, Eds. He didn’t give me an itinerary for the night's events.” Richie said. “I think he just wanted me to post it on my blog like I’m some sort of gossip column. It’s not a big deal.” But Eddie didn’t look convinced and Richie could practically hear the little hamster wheel in his head running. “Unless you know something that’s going to happen tonight?”

“No.” Eddie said immediately, shaking his head. “I haven’t heard anything besides minor crimes and car accidents the last couple weeks. It’s been… almost too calm. I don’t like the sound of this guy, Richie, and I definitely don’t like what he’s suggesting. I’m gonna- I’m gonna talk to some people. Don’t leave this apartment and don’t post on Spotted! until I get back.”

“You’re not my boss!” Richie cried as Eddie tore out of his apartment like a tornado.

Eddie returned quickly, as Eddie was prone to do. He stumbled into the apartment as dusk began to settle outside, a tray of coffees in his hands. “Okay, we only have a few hours to figure this out.”

Beverly had been just getting into the apartment when Eddie had come in and nearly crushed her behind the door. She frowned as Eddie handed her one of the steaming paper cups and somebody came into the apartment behind him.

“Stan from Starbucks?” Richie asked with a frown, watching as Stan and another tall, black man he didn’t recognize came into his apartment. “Eds, I get you wanted coffee or whatever but you don’t need to bring the store back with you.”

Stan placed the only non-hot beverage down onto the counter. “I’m going to tell you something, and you need to promise not to be weird about it.” Richie stared at Stan with his drink raised half way up to his lips, and Stan let out a low sigh. “I’m FlyBoy.”

Richie whipped around to glare at Eddie, pointing an accusing finger at his chest. “FlyBoy has been Stan from Starbucks this entire fucking time, and you didn’t think to tell me that?”

“It isn’t exactly my secret to tell anybody.” Eddie said with a chill to his voice. “And honestly, even if I could have told you, I wouldn’t have. You have a weird crush on him and the last thing we need is you running off and getting some high stress relationship with a superhero.”

A superhero who isn’t me. Eddie maybe didn’t say it, maybe wasn’t even aware that he’d implied the words at all, but Richie heard them perfectly clear. Richie scoffed, dropping his drink onto the counter and stepping away from the group just slightly. “You don’t really get any say in who I do or don’t like, Eddie. It’s actually none of your business at all.”

“It is if it’s something that’s going to put you in danger, Richie!” Eddie snapped back, hand cutting through the air. A manic gesture of Eddie’s that Richie usually found cute, but could only manage to find irritating in this moment. “You put yourself in harms way enough with this stupid blog and just even knowing me, I would never let you-”

“Let me? Let me?” Richie chuckled humorlessly. “You are not the boss of me, Eddie. You’re not my parents, you’re my boyfriend. So, thank you very much for all the over the top concern about whether or not I’m getting myself into trouble but I’m going to have to politely tell you to mind your fucking business for once in your life.”

Eddie gaped at him, almost forming words before losing them again. The black man who had come into the apartment with Eddie and Stan cleared his throat. “I’m sorry but this seems like a pretty serious personal issue, and we have something important we need to handle, so...”

“Yes.” Eddie said, voice cracking. Richie glanced at him and tried not to let the hint of tears that were pooling in Eddie’s eyes. “Richie, this is Mike Hanlon. You probably know him as-”

“Freezie.” Mike held his hand out and Richie only hesitated for a moment before Mike laughed. “Don’t worry, man. I have to actually want to turn you into ice for it to happen. Though I do have some horror stories when I first started developing my powers, I’m not gonna lie.”

“Mr Medusa.” Richie said with a grin, gripping Mike’s hand firmly and giving a body moving shake. Mike gave a laugh while both Stan and Eddie rolled his eyes at his antics.

“You know how misleading that nickname is, right?” Stan asked dryly. “Mike turns people to ice with his hands, Medusa turned people to stone by looking at them and her head full of snakes. It’s really not even that close of a comparison, it just implies you don’t know anything about Greeky mythology.”

“Excuse me, I’m a gay Gen Z. Of course I fucking know Greek mythology. I read Percy Jackson.” Richie said with a wave of his hand. Stan gaped at him for a moment before Eddie blew the wrapper from Richie’s straw at Richie’s head.

“He’s also a fucking Ancient Civilization minor.” Eddie said in a mixture of fondness and irritation. “Don’t let him fool you with his stupidity, he’s actually incredibly smart.”

“Okay, yeah, this is great.” Beverly spoke up suddenly, dropping her shopping bags onto the kitchen counter. “But do you guys wanna tell me what the hell is going on exactly?”

“Yes, I’d like to know, too.” Stan said, taking a seat at the small, banged up wooden table. “Eddie didn’t exactly give much details as he was superhero sprinting around the Starbucks and making like $30 worth of product he didn't pay for.”

Eddie waved Stan off. “We might be in for a long night.” He said, dropping into the seat beside Stan. Mike and Beverly both moved to take the last two seats around the table and Richie jumped up to sit on top of the table between Eddie and Stan. He maybe positioned himself a little bit closer to Stan, just to watch Eddie’s jaw clench.

“Richie, why don’t you tell everybody what you told me earlier.” Eddie said in his very best teacher voice.

Richie sighed. “I still think you’re making too big a deal out of this, Eds, really. But basically some guy came up to me in class today, and accused me of running the Spotted! Blog and then told me that Professor Fly is going to come back tonight.”

Stan’s head jerked to look at Richie, eyes wide. “That’s impossible. Who told you this?”

Richie shrugged. “I don’t man, some weirdo. Think he said his name was Bill?”

Beverly startled at her seat, knocking one of the coffees to the ground. Everybody turned to look at her and her face had lost nearly all colour. “Uh… did he have a scar running through his eyebrow?”

“Yeah… how do you know that?”

Beverly scratched at the side of her neck. “I went on a few dates with him last semester, he's a weird dude. I wouldn’t read too much into this, I’m sure he’s just trying to stir up drama. His brother died when he was young, and he never really got over it.”

A shoulder crossed over Stan’s face and he sighed sadly. “Georgie Denbrough. That was…. A tragedy.”

Mike and Eddie made matching sympathetic sounds and Richie pulse jumped. “Okay, you all clearly know what the fuck is going on, from your super secret like Justice League meetings or something, but anybody want to catch me up? Who is Georgie Denbrough and what happened to him?”

“Georgie Denbrough was Professor Fly’s biggest shame. His failure as a hero.” Stan said, voice almost completely monotone. “It was just before he started training me to take over for him, I’ve always suspected it was the reason why he was choosing to retire. The Professor was trying to save a group of children from a predator and somehow the battle got really intense. The predator had powers that The Professor hadn’t anticipated, and The Professor’s powers back fired when he tried to catch the man. It caused the building to explode. Most of the children were okay, scrapes and bruises, maybe a broken bone or so, but Georgie Denbrough… He lost an arm in the explosion and he bled out before help could arrive. The boy died and the villain got away. He never really recovered from it.”

“Neither did Bill Denbrough,” Beverly jumped in. “When we were going out, it was pretty much all he talked about. How Professor Fly killed his little brother and ruined Bill’s life. He hates superheroes because of it. He probably doesn't know shit, but at least suspects that Richie knows some heroes and will tell them what he said. It’s a set up.”

Stan nodded. “There’s no way The Professor is going to be out tonight. Nothing would pull him out of retirement, trust me.”

Eddie rubbed his hands together. “Maybe.” He said shortly. “But we don’t know that it’s a trap for us. It’s possible this Bill guy has something planned tonight to try and bring Professor Fly out. We can’t risk people getting hurt because we don’t know what this guy's plan is. I think we should have all hands on deck tonight if we can.”

“Eddie’s right.” Mike said. “Even if it is a trap for us, we agreed to this sort of risk when we started acting as heroes. We knew what we were getting into, we can’t just sit around and do nothing when lives are at risk. Best case scenario, this Bill guy is full of shit and just running his mouth and nothing happens but we need to prepare for the worst.”

“I can’t imagine him going so far out of his way to figure out who’s running that blog just for it to be nothing.” Stan said quietly.

“Maybe that’s part of the plan,” Richie jumped in. “He wanted me to post about Professor Fly’s return, probably to lure out people and heroes to whatever it was he was going to do. Maybe if I don’t post it then he’ll just drop the whole thing because he’s not getting the audience that he wants.”

“You should post it.” Beverly said suddenly, using some of the shitty dollar store dish cloths to wipe up the spilled coffee all over the floor. A large round of disagreement spread out amongst the heroes until Bev held her hand up for quiet. “I might not know much about this whole superhero world, or whatever, but how are you supposed to catch this guy if he doesn’t go through with his plan? You can’t exactly go after somebody for figuring out that Richie is caught up with superheroes.”

Eddie muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like “I can fucking try” but none of the heroes had any sort of argument against Beverly’s claims.

“Spotted! Isn't a gossip column!” Richie cried, tossing his hands in the air, nearly taking Stan’s eye out. “I’m not posting some unfounded bullshit about Professor Fly and killing my brand for this Bill dude’s fucking vandetta.”

“Your blog’s brand is more important to you than saving lives?” Mike asked, giving Richie big, sad puppy eyes.

“We don’t know it’ll save lives!” Richie argued. “For all we know, sending out a blast could be what gets people killed. If you think we should all go out and keep on eye on stuff, then fine but-”

“Whoa, whoa!” Eddie cut him off quickly. “What do you mean we? You’re not coming with us if we go out there, Richie. You and Bev aren’t leaving this apartment tonight, you could be a target!”

“YOU’RE NOT MY BOSS!” Richie leapt off the table and stalked away from Eddie, hands trembling at his sides. “I’m so sick of you telling me what I can and can’t do! You can’t control me, Eddie.”

Eddie’s head jerked back as though it had been slapped, and a wounded look crossed his face that Richie wouldn’t let himself feel bad about. “I’m not trying to control you, Richard. I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“Oh, really?” Richie laughed. “So, you making a point not to tell me you knew who FlyBoy was when you were under the impression I might have a crush on him wasn’t you keeping me safe, and not at all you not wanting me to date somebody that isn’t you.”

Eddie stood up and walked around to where Richie was standing angrily behind the counter. He didn’t touch him but his hands hovered just above Richie’s arms. “I didn’t tell you who FlyBoy was because it's a secret identity for a reason. It’s not like it was really my place to SAY anything to you about it, alright? You can date whoever the fuck you want, obviously, because I didn’t stop you from going on those dates with Connor Whathisfuck last year and I hated that guy so much it actually burned my soul. I want you to be happy, okay? I’d never stop you from dating somebody. Stan is right there if you wanna go ask him out right now, you pleeb.”

Richie glanced over Eddie’s shoulders at where the people around the table were all staring at them. Stan wrinkled up his nose. “Please don’t.”

Richie rolled his eyes and snorted. “Don’t worry, Stan my Man. If I’d known FlyBoy was somebody as boring as you, I wouldn’t have dedicated so much time to him in the first place.”

Richie tried to ignore Eddie’s relieved sigh in his ear.

Eddie didn’t budge on his statement that Richie and Beverly would be staying behind at their apartment, as Richie didn’t budge his refusal to post false information on this blog. “If you want me to make some sort of announcement, it has to be something true. That’s just how it is.”

“You could post about seeing the three of us teaming up.” Mike suggested as Richie was really just focusing on not looking at his bare chest as he changed into his suit. “That will be enough to get the public's attention and let this Bill Denbrough know we’re taking him seriously without having to leak false information about Professor Fly.”

Richie nodded in agreement as Eddie padded over him to his little tight red spandex supersuit. Richie’s breath caught as it always did when he saw Eddie as Captain Fast. “Don’t say anything until you’re sure we’re a decent way away from the apartment. Just because somebody figured out that you run the blog doesn’t mean that we should be leading towards the place you live. Play it safe, Rich.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Richie waved it off, but they both knew at the end of the day even as much as Richie fought it, he was going to follow Eddie’s advice. As the group moved towards the front door, Eddie suddenly spun around and grabbed hold of Richie’s waist. He tugged him into a tight hug, pressing his face against Richie’s shoulder.

“Please, please, be careful, Rich.” Eddie whispered into Richie’s body. “I have a really bad feeling.”

“Yeah, Eds. I’ll be careful.” Richie squeezed Eddie tightly until the other man pulled back. There was a split second where Richie was certain that Eddie was about to lean in for a kiss. The moment broke as Eddie’s cheeks turned pink and he looked away. He pulled the matching red mask over his eyes and followed the rest of Mike and Stan from the apartment.

Richie wallowed in his poor, confused little gay heart for roughly ten minutes before he took out his phone and sent out the blast.

Spotted! What must be the coolest new trio in NYC: FlyBoy, Captain Fast and Freezie heading out on the town. Is this just a (super)mans night out- or is something much more sinister in the works for not so little city? I think we can all only wait and see. This blogger advises his readers to stay home tonight, and keep an eye on the news and little old me for your updates.

Richie didn’t even have a chance to put his phone back into his pocket before Beverly was stomping into the room and tossing a black hoodie over his head. He pulled it away and caught sight of Beverly with her red hair tied up in a long red, curly ponytail. She wore black jeans and black tank top that showed off a black triangle tattoo on her left arm. She raised her brow and nodded at him. “Hurry up, get into something dark and let’s go.”

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo.” Richie said slowly.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” Beverly said. “Now hurry up and let's go. We have stuff we have to do.”

“I told Eddie I was gonna stay in the apartment.” Richie said, fidgeting with the fabric of the hoodie in his hands. “I think we-”

“I thought Eddie wasn’t the boss of you.” Beverly said, cocking her brow. Richie’s face burned as he tugged the plain back sweater over his head and put his feet back into messy converse sneakers. Beverly was already halfway down the hallway before Richie was even out of the apartment’s door. When they exited the stairway into the lobby, there was a man waiting there in matching all black outfit with the same triangle tattoo on his left arm. He had thick muscled arms, but chubby cheeks and wide eyes that seemed to still hold onto some sort of childhood innocence.

Beverly pressed a quick kiss to his lips and Richie blinked. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. The words died on Richie’s tongue as a weird feeling overcame him in that moment. “Richie, this is Ben. Ben, Richie.”

Ben held his hand out and Ben’s shake was warm and firm. Somehow Richie felt like his skin was crawling as Beverly pressed her hands between Richie’s shoulder blades and began to push him out towards the front of the building.

“I uh” Richie cleared his throat, heart hammering in his chest. “Where are we going? Eddie’s probably right that we should stay inside, we don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“Don’t be such a chicken shit.” Beverly grinned at him, and Richie shivered as a chill rushed through his spine. “Aren’t you at all curious about what might be going on? Come on, it’ll be fine. It’s not like we’re actually a target for anything. Denbrough was probably just trying to use you for your site.”

Immediately, Richie had been curious- almost morbidly so. Until this very moment when all he wanted to do was run back to his apartment and spend the rest of the night hiding under his blankets. But Richie Tozier had never been very good at trusting himself or any of his instincts, and he allowed Beverly and Ben to guide him into the black car parked out front.

Then didn’t drive far, and pulled up to some sort of abandoned warehouse. Every couple of seconds there was a flash of light from inside the cracked and shattered glass windows. Richie’s breath started catching in his throat with every attempt to breathe. “What- where are we?”

Beverly turned to where Richie was trying to fade into the back seat of the car, and looked almost sad. “I’m sorry, Rich. It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

xxx

Eddie actually hated wearing spandex, but it was an incredibly durable fabric. With the amount of moving he did, it was the most logical choice in costume. But Eddie was never truly comfortable when in costume.

“If I ask you something, could you answer without getting bitchy?” Stan suddenly whispered in his ear. He, Mike and Eddie had only reached the main core of the Lower West Side. Eddie turned to him and narrowed his eyes as best as he could home to do with a mask covering half his face. “Do you ever think of giving it up? Hanging up your suit and just being a normal person. Letting yourself really love Richie?”

Eddie’s face burned nearly the colour of the suit. He spent the better part of the last two years trying not to think about how he was in love with Richie Tozier and in the last three years, it was the only thing at the front of his mind. “I try not to think about it, honestly, because it’s not an option. I didn’t choose to have these powers, or this life. But as long as I have them, I have to do the right thing. I don’t have a choice.”

“I don’t know.” Stan said slowly. “I think you should be able to do what’s best for you. You deserve to be happy.”

“I’m happy enough.” Eddie lied. “Do you think we should split up and cover more ground?”

“Yeah.” Mike jumped in as the conversation changed back into the professional task at hand. “Especially since we don’t really know what the situation is, so keep your ear pieces in and buzz into the others if you come across anything.”

“Alright,” Stan agreed, though he shot Eddie a this isn’t over look from the corner of his eye. “Eddie and I have a much easier way to travel, so Mike you can stay in this area.” Stan and Eddie agreed on their own sections of the general NYU area- the area that had always been protected by Professor Fly in the height of his career- and Eddie took off running. Eddie had always loved running, and it was the only part of being a hero that he still enjoyed. Sometimes, on nights when Eddie just couldn’t be bothered to care, he’d just run for miles. Just see how far he could go. He’d reached the Canadian border once before he decided it was a waste of his gift.

Eddie slowed down into a simple walk once he reached his section of town, when somebody reached out and grabbed hold of Eddie’s arm. Eddie gasped at the feeling of utter desperation that sort through him belonging to the person who touched him. A pair of icy blue eyes under a scarred eyebrow met Eddie’s and Eddie’s heart leapt right into his mouth.

“What are you doing here?” Bill Denbrough demanded. “You’re not supposed to be here! Didn’t Richie tell you about my warning?”

“Your- your warning?” Eddie squawked. “So, you tracking him down and telling him some bogus tip about Professor Fly was supposed to be a warning? A warning of what- that you’re insane?”

Denbrough shook his head, brown hair falling into his head. “No. No.” He said desperately, nails digging into Eddie’s skin. “Professor Fly would never return, FlyBoy would know that. Didn’t you tell FlyBoy? It’s a trap, you were all supposed to stay home! You’re all in danger!”

Eddie tried to pull his arm free but Denbrough’s grip was too tight. “You’re hurting me!” Eddie cried, chest starting to feel the too familiar pressure of an asthma attack- though he hadn’t one a single one since his powers had come in.

“I k-k-know you have more powers than just sp-speed.” Denbrough said, stepping even further into Eddie’s space and grabbing hold of his other arm. “You can s-s-sense me, r-right? You’ll no-no-know if I’m d-dan-dangerous!”

Eddie felt a lot of things about Bill Denbrough. Guilt, fear, desperation. There was something bleak and sad under the surface but there was no hint of a threat to him. “What do you want?” Eddie asked in a shaking voice.

Bill Denbrough’s eyes darted around Eddie. “Where’s R-R-Richie? Is he w-w-ith you? Where is h-he?”

“He’s safe.” Eddie promised even as his own heart stuttered and panicked. “He’s back at his apartment with his roommate, they’re both-”

Bill’s eyes widened in horror. “NO! No, you can’t t-t-t-t-fuck- trust Beverly! She’s n-n-not who you think she is!”

Eddie started shaking his head. “No offence, but I’ve known Beverly for a year and I’ve only known you five minutes and you seem pretty unhinged. Why should I believe you when you say I can’t trust her, if I have no reason to trust you?”

“Have you ever tou-tou-touched her?” Bill demanded. “In the yuh-year you’ve known her, ha-have your body ev-ever even graze-grazed hers?” Eddie opened his mouth but froze. “No. It ha-hasn’t. I know it ha-hasn’t, be-because she knows if you ha-had ever tou-touched her, you’d kn-know the truth about her. And everything would have been ru-ruined.”

Eddie shook his head. “What’s she going to do to him?”

Bill frowned. “This wuh-wuh-wasn’t the plu-plan. I don’t- there’s only one place s-sh-she’d take him. But you have to tr-tr-trust me.”

It wasn’t in Eddie’s nature to be particularly trusting, and Bill wasn’t exactly somebody who was inspiring much benefit of the doubt. But his hands were still digging into Eddie’s arms and the only thing Eddie could sense was fear and deeper down- guilt that Eddie suspected he felt at all times. “Okay.” Eddie said, and as Bill let go of him, Eddie flicked on this ear piece’s speaker.

Bill didn’t lead Eddie too far away, the pair of them travelling in silence and Eddie secretly wishing that Bill would simply tell him where the location was so Eddie could run there. If something happened to Richie while Eddie was wasting his time walking, he’d never forgive himself. Eventually, Bill led him over to the warehouse with lights that flashed through broken windows. He could make out figures walking around inside as he and Bill attempted to sneak into the warehouse without being noticed.

There was a large glass sphere in the middle of the room, surrounded by what looked like burn white lightning that occasionally sparked brighter and caused the room to brighten as though large fluorescent lights flicked on overhead. Richie was seated a few feet away on the floor, bound against a large cement pillar that connected all the way up to the ceiling. He appeared unharmed, if not mildly annoyed. Eddie’s heart raced all the same Beverly and a man Eddie didn’t recognize both paced around the same space.

“Billy…” Beverly came to a full stand still. Bill froze at Eddie’s side. “There’s no need to sneak around. Come out, we have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

Bill pressed a single finger against his lips, before turning and stepping out of the shadows. “You’re m-may-making a big m-m-mistake, Beverly. He’s n-n-n-not who he says he is.”

“I think you’re the one who’s not who he says he is.” Beverly said, turning around and facing Bill with her arms crossed. “Going behind our backs and telling Richie some crap about Professor Fly? Bringing your existence to his attention? You forced our hand, Billy. Mr Scratch isn’t going to be pleased.”

“He-He’s not guh-good, Bev!” Bill cried, hands clutched at his side. “What do you th-th-think he’s going to do with it wuh-wuh-when he gets it? He-He’s puh-playing you both!”

“He is not!” Beverly cried. “He’s going to do exactly what told us! Why did you have to go and fuck up the plan?”

“Excuse me!” Richie cried, voice dripping with sarcasm. “But if I’m going to be killed, can you guys at least do me the decency of letting me know what you’re talking about in my final moments.”

“You’re not going to die.” Beverly’s male friend said softly. “Nobody is going to get hurt.”

“You’re a fuh-fool if you buh-believe that, Ben!” Bill said, taking steps closer into the room. “Richie, this mach-machine has the ab-ability tr-train a super-superhero of their p-p-powers. Mr Scr-scratch hates heroes and he-”

“Like you’re any better!” Beverly shouted over Bill’s explanation. “You’ve been with him longer than either of us! Heroes killed your brother, you hate them just as much as the rest of us. Maybe ever more! They ruined all our lives!” Beverly turned towards Richie and took a few steps towards him. “I lost my parents when I was little. My father was an awful man, he chased my mother away when I was only six. He died when I was 11, and my aunt took me in. For two years, I experienced happiness for the first time. I loved my aunt and she loved me, took care of me for the first time since I could remember anything. She was a good person, and superheroes came and ripped my only true family apart. My aunt took into selling drugs after she adopted me, just to get ends to meet. She wasn’t proud of it, but she did what she had to do for me. She was smart, she never would have been caught if the superheroes minded their own business and let police handle things. A bunch of hyped up vigilanties took my aunt away from me, and I went into foster care. I was only 13. When I was 17, Mr Scratch found me. Told me there were others like me, who wanted to even the playing field.”

“By killing all the superheroes?” Richie asked, voice breaking. “Beverly, you have to admit that sounds fucking insane!”

“It isn’t going to kill them.” Ben added. “The Deadlight doesn’t kill them, it only drains them of their supernatural abilities. Makes them human, normal. Just like everybody else.”

Richie scoffed, in higher octaves than regular voices. “And then what happens to their powers? They just what? Evaporate?”

“They’ll be trapped in the Deadlight.” Ben answered. “Forever. No more superheroes.”

“You’re an i-idiot.” Bill said coldly. “Sc-Scratch is obviously going to tuh-take the powers! Guh-get rid of the sue-supers and make himself invisible. Undefeatable.”

“You’re full of shit.” Beverly snapped. “He wouldn’t do that! We’re not evil, or some fucking supervillain cult! All we want in equality! We’d never use any of these powers against anybody!”

“You two wouldn’t.” Bill said darkly. “I’ve wuh-wuh-wondered if he was really who he suh-said he was for- a luh-long time. But I suh-saw plans in his uh-office. About how to ruh-ruh-reverse the Deadlights. He’s guh-gonna take the puh-powers for him-himself.”

“You’re a fucking liar!” Beverly screamed. “He wouldn’t do that! He-”

A suddenly crashing brought Beverly’s screams to a halt. The doors busted open and Stan dropped in, with Mike leaping off his back. Beverly took a step backwards, eyes open wide and Ben moved over to stand almost directly in front of Richie.

“Where’s Eddie?” Mike demanded, glancing around the room. Eddie cringed and slapped a hand over his forehead, as Beverly and Ben exchanged a shocked expression. Richie looked around wildly, with huge, terrified eyes.

Beverly crossed her arms and looked back to the same shadows that Bill had appeared from. “Okay, Eds. You can come out.”

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie said sharply as he stepped out as well.

“Eddie…” Richie said a quiet, almost broken voice. Eddie tried to give him a reassuring look, but he knew that Richie would be able to see his own fear underneath the attempt.

Beverly sighed and rolled her eyes. “Alright, this isn’t exactly how I planned on tonight going, though I have to say I did expect to see you all here after I took Richie.”

“Let him go.” Eddie said furiously. “He doesn’t have powers, he isn’t part of this. Let him go.”

Beverly smiled sadly. “No can do, sorry. Richie is actually a key factor to this whole mission. Why do you think I’ve been so encouraging of his little blog? He’s a natural talent, and he’s been so helpful in our acquiring the true identities of these so-called heroes.”

Eddie glanced at Richie, who looked like he might be physically ill. All Eddie wanted to do was rush over and wrap Richie in his arms and keep him safe, but he couldn’t show that weakness in this moment.

“We found Richie through you, though, Eddie.” Beverly said, looking almost… amused. “We didn’t know who you were, but Richie was at most of your scenes and we figured that he knew you. It was Big Bill’s idea that one of befriend him, and figure out what he knows. Does it sting a little, knowing you gave your future with Richie to protect him but you lead us to him anyway?”

It more than stung, it burned. Eddie’s entire body felt like it was vibrating as he stood there, staring down at women he’d thought of as a friend for more than a year. A woman who’d been living under the same roof as Richie, but wanting only to use him and potentially cause him harm.

“Oh, Eddie, don’t look like that.” Beverly said, sounding almost genuinely upset. “I already said we aren't gonna hurt him. Nobody is going to get hurt, Bill is just- I don’t even know what he’s trying to do.”

“I’m trying to wa-warn you!” Bill cried. “You’re buh-bluh-blinded stupid but your own luh-loyalty that you cant’ see the uh-aub-obvious truth in fr-fruh-front of you!!”

“This was your cause!” Ben came quickly to Beverly’s defence. “You hate superheroes maybe more than anybody! How can you say this wasn’t what you wanted?”

Bill’s jaw clenched and his bottom lip trembled. “I… I wanted the h-her-heroes gone. But I duh-didn’t want anybody to guh-get their powers and uh-use them for them-themselves.”

“You’re the only person who's acting like that’s going to happen.” Ben snapped. Eddie thought this was his moment, the first time he’d been able to see a true path of entrance. Everybody’s eyes were torn between Bill and Ben, this could be Eddie’s chance to get over to Richie and free him. Eddie, maybe for the first time in his life, misjudged his position.

Beverly’s hands collided hard with Eddie’s chest, the strength of her anger and resentment hitting him hard and shocking him to his core. He understood now more than ever why Beverly hadn’t made the mistake of touching Eddie in the year they’ve known one another. He may not have felt any true evil inside her, like he had felt in many a foe before, and there was still a lingering of a sad, scared little girl at her core but none of the vibes she was giving to him at this moment was reassuring. He would have kept her far away from Richie, he would have figured out enough about her, and this plan would never have worked.

Beverly taking Eddie by utter surprise had given her even more of an advantage. He knocked Eddie backwards and he stumbled backwards, crashing directly into the Deadlight. An electric charge drove through every nerve in his body and he was thrown across the empty warehouse by a bolt of white lightning. He heard Richie scream his name, but it was like a buzzing deep in the back of his mind.

The harsh impact to the hard ground jarred Eddie back into himself, though a small bit dazed. He’d landed not far from where Richie was tied up. He shuffled backwards, groaning as the oddest sensation of discomfort shot through his body, but he didn’t stop until he could rest his head against Richie’s knee.

“Holy shit, Eds!” Richie gasped, fighting against his bindings even as it shook Eddie’s resting head. “How the fuck are you alive right now? You just got yeeted across the room by lightning!”

Eddie grumbled as he reached blindly behind their bodies to untie Richie’s bondings. It must have been a testament to how shocking the last few moments had been as nobody attempted to stop them. Richie winced and rubbed at his hands for a moment before reaching out and cupping Eddie’s face. Eddie smiled as his eyes flushed shut and he leaned into the touch.

“Are you okay?” Richie said in a low voice. It wasn’t quite a whisper, Richie never actually whispered, but it was soft and worried and so full of love that Eddie felt he might cry.

“Yeah.” Eddie said back. “I’m okay. Promise promise.”

Richie’s face broke into a relieved grin and pressed a hard kiss to Eddie’s voice. Maybe it had been the actual bolt of lightning that had just gone through Eddie’s body, but it felt so charged that Eddie even let out a small gasp. Then it all hit him and his eyes blew open wide. “Richie, I can’t feel you.”

“What? You can’t feel anything?” Richie asked in a panic.

“No!” Eddie cried, shifting to sit up properly and grabbing Richie’s hands to tangle them together. “I can’t feel your spirit, your mood. It’s like… before.”

Richie and Eddie turned in unison to look at the Deadlight. The others all turned to follow their lead. It seemed to be glowing brighter, the lightning revolving around it faster. Eddie’s powers now fueling it.

“Holy shit.” Mike said at the same time Beverly gasped. “It works.”

“Of course it works,” a deep voice came as a man in a long black cloak appeared out of nowhere. “You doubted me, Beverly? Thank you, you’ve all played your roles perfectly.” Bill startled as the man- Mr Scratch- turned to him and grinned. “Oh yes, even you Dear Bill. I always knew that your moral compass would bring you to betray me. I accounted for the variable since the beginning of our time together.”

As Mr Scratch moved around the circle, Beverly stepped out of his way as though she didn’t even notice she was doing it. She collided with Bill’s torso, and the man reached out to grab at her hand. She didn’t pull away from the touch, pale and shaking as she watched Mr Scratch rounded on the group.

“Stanley.” Mr Scratch said in a slow voice, grin spreading across his face. Stan was standing still as a statue, fists tightened even as tears filled his eyes. “You know who I am already, I can see it all over your face. Well, I never doubted your intelligence. Go ahead and tell them, there’s no need to keep it a secret amongst old friends.”

“Robert Gray.” Stan said through a clenched jaw. A single tear slipped from his ear and trailed down his cheek. “Professor Fly.”

Richie gasped and squeezed Eddie’s hand tightener. Ben stumbled away and crashed into the cement pillar that Richie had just been tied up against. Mike looked at Stan in shock as Beverly slapped a hand over her mouth. Bill pushed past her, rage evident as his face. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER-”

Gray barely even flicked his wrist and Bill soared off his feet and slammed up against a pillar, easily twenty feet off the ground. “Stupid boy.” Gray said fondly. “You will never be a match for me, and you’ll never outsmart me. I have been planning this moment for nearly a decade. Your brother’s death started a fire that will destroy the entire world of supers as we know it.”

Bill struggled against the invisible hold Gray had against him, Richie turning his head away from the scene and pressing his face against Eddie’s neck. Eddie could feel how Richie’s hands were shaking where they were connected.

“None of you are giving me enough credit.” Gray said in a bored tone. “Do you have any idea how much work I had to put into this entire thing? I didn’t just have to create the Deadlights, I had to hand pick every single person who would help me. Bill was a no brainer, even as I knew I could never trust him fully. Beverly and Ben had to be vulnerable enough that they would never question me, and that Bill would never feel confident in telling them what he’d figured out.”

“You left the pl-pl-pla-”

“Yes.” Gray interrupted. “I left the plans out on purpose. Haven’t you figured that I don’t leave anything to chance, William? I accounted for every possible outcome. I had to choose Stan very carefully, choose an heir that would follow my orders but never question me when I told him I could not be contacted after I retire. That I would simply never return.”

Stan turned away bitterly, trying to wipe at the tears on his as inconspicuously as he possibly could.

“Even after that, I had to pull so many strings. Made sure that Richie and Stan would cross paths, had to let Beverly believe that Richie’s silly little blog was her idea to let them both feel important.” He shot Eddie a slimey grin. “Had to make sure that Richie got caught in that hostage situation just after they moved to NYC so Eddie wouldn’t consider their relationship worth Richie’s life and end things, so there would be space for Beverly to make her move on Richie. I will admit I was hoping that Richie would fall in love with her, but I underestimated his love for Eddie. A small loss, but nothing damaging to the overall scheme.”

Eddie’s body thrummed with rage. Richie had nightmares for a year after that fucking bank heist, and this man had done that to them on purprose for the simply purpose of breaking them up? Richie still had panic attacks and made Eddie or Bev go with him if he needed to do any sort of banking he couldn’t do online.

“You said nobody was going to be hurt.” Beverly said, tears streaming down her face. “You said- you said you wanted to even the playing field! You’re a monster!”

“Nobody will be hurt.” Gray said. “You will all be free to go, once all the supers have touched the Deadlight and given up their powers. You’ll all be able to go on with your lives, and I will be able to go on with mine. Once your powers are gone, you’ll have no reason to oppose me and I will have no reason to bother you again.”

Beverly and Ben stood directly in front of the Deadlight, the pain on their faces from the flashing bursts of lightning behind them. Stan was staring directly at Gray, face a mask of rage even as tears fell from his eyes. Richie hadn’t moved from where he’d hidden himself against Eddie.

“You killed my brother on purpose.” Bill said from above them. He was still fighting against Gray’s grip.

For the first time, Gray’s composure slipped. “No.” He said shortly. “That was a tragic accident. That moment changed me forever. It was when I realized that all of those with powers, even myself, were capable of death and destruction. That we were all inherently evil. The day, I knew that I could not allow another person to hold such powers over another being again. You know, Billy- your brother is the reason for all of this. He gave his life for the new world order-”

Bill let out an intelligible scream but Gray could so much as speak, Mike Hanlon had launched himself from the crowd and latched himself onto Gray’s back. Eddie watched with mouth gape as Gray struggled against the hold before clear blue ice began to spread across his body in a matter of seconds. As the ice completely covered Gray, Bill began to free fall. Stan didn’t waste a single moment before launching up into the sky and catching Bill mid-fall and lowering them both to the ground. He let go of Bill as they touched down and rushed over to Eddie and Richie, one hand finding its way into Richie’s hair and the other falling on top of their joined hands.

“That’s the trick to villains.” Mike said, not even sounding out of breath. “You gotta get ‘em while they’re monologuing.”

Beverly, face hard, stepped forward and kicked at Gray’s frozen chest. He tittered and fell backwards, shattering into pieces as he hit the ground. “I think it’s safe to say he didn’t account for those variables.”

They were quiet for a long moment, Stan helping Richie and Eddie to their feet and holding onto them as they all moved towards the shattered ice pieces in the middle of the room. Even in the chilly night, they could see the beginning signs of melting.

“We nn-n-need to d-d-estory this fucking thing.” Bill said suddenly, all of them turning towards the Deadlight. Hums of agreement moved through the room.

“Wait.” Richie said, tightening his hold on Eddie’s waist. “You said that the powers could be taken out right? We need to get Eddie’s powers back!”

“Oh, yeah!” Bill said quickly. “I- I’ll s-s-see if I can find the instructions ag-again.”

Do you ever think of giving it up? Hanging up your suit and just being a normal person. Letting yourself really love Richie?

“Wait.” Eddie said, throwing out a hand. “Don’t. I don’t want them back.”

Every eye in the room turned to him, Stan smiling even as tears still hung in his eyes. “I never wanted them,” Eddie carried on. “I didn’t want to be some hero, saving people. I wanted to run track and fix cars and be with my love of my life.”

Richie turned slowly, eyes wide and painfully hopeful. “Eddie, don’t do this for shit for me. Please, okay, I-”

“I’m not doing it for you.” Eddie turned and slid his arms around Richie’s shoulders. “I’m doing it for me. I don’t need these bullshit powers. I can run perfectly fine with my own two normal feet, and I would love to be able to touch a person without knowing their moral count or pick up something in somebodys house without knowing if its fucking haunted or not.”

Richie chuckled wetly.

“And I love you so much.” Eddie continued. “And all I want is to be with you, it’s all I’ve ever wanted since the fucking sixth grade. I’m tired of loving each other and being forced apart and just hurting each other over and over. Especially over these stupid powers I was cursed with. I don’t want them back. I wanna be with you and I wanna be happy.”

Richie ducked down and pressed his lips against Eddie’s. This time Eddie knew the sparks that seemed to shoot through him was no lightning shot- just love.

Spotted! FlyBoy, Captain Fly and Freezie teaming up with three civilians and your truly to foil a truly evil plan, saving not just our city but possibly our entire world. (Eyewitnesses may claim that Freezie did all the work, but that remains to be proven.) And in case you missed it, there was an epic conclusion to an equally epic love story. You know what they say, all’s well that ends great… or however the saying goes!

#reddie #reddie fic #my writing #leigh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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candy-corps · 7 years ago

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A Robbery

Landon belongs to @forged-myown-destiney ^-^

"This is a robbery!" Nica announced. One of her suits arms raised threateningly as she crab-walked out of the shadows.

Landon jumped slightly at the voice and stood looking at the suit in fear. Paris, his dog, was screaming and trying to get away. Lucky him, for he broke the leash from his harness and took off running, all while screaming."Lo-look, I don't want any trouble," Landon said, shaking as he cused himself for not bringing his phone or blue tooth device.

Nica's eyes widened as she saw the other ones features a little bit better. This looked like ... Harrison? But also not like Harrison. So she frowned at him, for starters. There was no spark of recognition in the other ones eyes. Just fear. She had to think about how Minion won't like it when she robbed his precious companion ... So, she hesitated, but kept her suit's arm up and aimed at the other.

Landon was looking for a way out. He couldn't move the way that Paris could, fast small movements before breaking into a run, cowardly dog. He couldn't do much of anything, except stall. "W-what do you want? Coins? Dollars? Something of the like?" Paris ran right into traffic, screeching for help. Someone had to come with him to help! No one was helping! Help! He let out another screech as he crossed the street without harm and kept running.

Nica looked aside. It wasn't technically robbery when he gave it to her, right? " ... Sure?" Looking back at him, she moved her fins up and down again. When he was so nice to offer it was rude to not take it. While this was happening the dogs cry didn't pass unnoticed. Forest answered all calls, dog, human, cat, alien ... alike. Mostly because the sounds weren't always seperable but also because he had a heart for everyone. And he was very worried to spot a dog cross one of the main roads. This could lead to more than just dog cries... Seemingly out of nowhere coming, he moved in front of the scared animal as it ran down the sidewalk now and raised his wide wings to make it stop -

Paris stoped in front of the bat person. He grabbed his tail and tugged in a way that said 'come on'. Landon reached into his pocket for the change he kept inside.

"What's - hey!" Forest complained, worried for a sec that the dog would escape and then that he would bite him. But that didn't happen. "Good boy. Um." Wait? Was he using his tail as leash? This was not as he would think it would go. Nica just blinked, waiting. "What do you got?"

Paris, once again, started running. This time, he ran back to Landon. Literally dragging help along with him. Landon pulled out a few coins, mostly quarters and nickles. "You like shiny things?" He smiled, getting down on one knee and offering the coins to Nica.

Did it show so easy? "Mmmaybe" the fish admit, eyes glued on the treasure. "Thank you." Nobody could tell that she had bad manners. Nica lowered the aiming arm by now and raised another one with a round opening where the leg touched the ground. Big enough to fit a tennisball, but bothing wider. She smiled, too, for a moment. A smile that should freeze soon as Forest and Paris were appproaching. The superbats voice was the first to give them away as Forest tried to talk some sense into the dog he was chasing.

Landon dropped the coins as Paris jumped onto him, letting go of Forest to screech again.What could he do with 60lbs of dog on him? Nothing is what.

Alien down. But not in immediate danger, or that was what Nica would think. And so she collected the coins, her suit working just like a vacuum, as Forest finally made his appearance. "Oh my God I'm sorry!" Forest said as he approached. Nica made no effort to run, but kept vaccuuming the coins. Forest looked at her, but she didn't look back, so he turned his attention back to Landon and the dog right away. "He does that" he excused the dog.

Landon laughed softly amidst the slobbery kisses of his dog. "I know. I'm his owner. He was just searching for help. He looked to the alien fish. "And he was frightened by that little fish in her suit. It looks like Paris' toy robot."

"Little fish" Forest repeated, his eyes fixing on Nica. Who felt adressed and therefore, turned. And blinked. There was no spark of recognition in Forests eyes either. "Hello little fish" that one just greeted, squatting to talk on one level with her. Nica though, crabbed off. She collected what she was here for and this got a little too spooky for her liking.

Landon pushed Paris off of him. "Sit, Paris." He stood up as Paris sat down. "Good boy."

"You scared the dog" Forest repeated. Beneath the hood, one of his ears leaned towards Landon and Paris, his gaze though stayed on Nica all the while. The fish looked like Megaminds Minion. And was controlling some kind of robot suit. So it should be intelligent enough to know what he said. "But now ... all is good?" he figured, actually looking at Landon again.

Landon nodded, reaching for the treat bag in his pocket so he could give one to the still shaking dog. "Yeah, he'll be okay."

"Okay." Well, that was easy. Forest smiled and got up, letting the fish sneak off when it was what it wished to do. Which was too bad. He'd liked to have a talk. He liked other aliens. But then again, this blue fella seemed to be one, too. "I'm Forest" Forest introduced himself. He reached out his hand once the blue man was done feeding his dog.

Landon wiped his hand of the crumbs. "Landon." He smiled, putting his hand in Forest's and shaking it. The bat alien was strange to him, he had never encountered another alien such as this.

"Good to meet you" Forest said, still smiling at Landon. As someone who was on the touchy side, he didn't miss the chance to extend his wing and touch Landons shoulder before they finished their handshake. "You were going somewhere?" He couldn't quite imagine this back-alley to be a place this one enjoyed to hang out in.

Landon nodded. "Actually yes. I was supposed to meet my friend at a local out door cafe, in account of Paris, and we got lost." Usually he drove everywhere, but he decided to take Paris out for a walk instead.

"I could escort you" Forest offered, his tone making it transparent that he'd not take a 'no' as an answer.

Landon smiled. "That would be nice. Thank you."

"No problem." Forest didn't even have an idea where to go really, and yet he took the lead, walking backwards, facing Landon. "Are you new here?"

Landon nodded. "Well, to this part of town, anyway." He had Paris at his side.

"Do you like it?" Forest felt responsible for the happyness of citizens. He walked next to Landon after all, for now ar least, and lead him to the main street.

Landon nodded. "Yeah. I've donated to places around this part of town, but have been so busy I could never really visit. So when my friend asked me if I wouldn't mind going out for lunch, I jumped at the chance. And Paris needed some exercise, making this a win-win situation." He smiled at Bruce. "What about you? You seem to know your way around here. Were you raised here?"

"Oh no, I'm not from here" Forest admit. "But I've been aound. Taking care everyone's happy and the day doesn't get ruined too much when there's some kind of event happening." So much about his boring hero job. "But what are you working as?"

"Oh," Landon blinked as Paris pulled ahead, only to stop at a fire highdrent, "that sounds exciting." Landon readjusted his arm so he could look at Bruce as he kept talking. "Well, more exciting than my job that is- I'm the CEO of UberMind industries, the tech company."

"Ohhhh." He didn't know what a CEO was, but he had an idea that it was something impressive. It rang a bell, definitely. "Was that your Minion?" Forest asked and peeked back where they came from. Megamind's usually came in a group of certain people: Minion, a reporter, Metro Man. He learned as much, over the years.

"Well, yeah. He was originally. We were seperated for years until recently. He was raised by humans, much like myself." Landon pet Paris on the head when he began to pull him along after sniffing the hydrant.

"He?" He wasn't sure if he should mention, but ... That one ... didn't sound male.

He was questioning... Hang on, he didn't think.. "Oh no, the one that robbed me-" though he willingly gave her the coins to keep it from hurting him- "wasn't my 'minion'. He's waiting for me at the cafe." And he was running late, Minion was most likely upset now. "We should hurry. You can even join us if you would like." He offered, as it was the least he could do.

"Oh I don't want to disturb. She robbed you?" That was an information he kinda hoped he'd gotten earlier! Forest adjusted his pace so they could walk a little faster.

"Well, she started to, but I threw coins at her to stop her from attacking me." Landon said, walking faster. "I'm not the bravest, I just didn't want to get hurt." He admitted.

"You could have called for help" Forest said, finding it a pity. He could have saved him and made a way more heroic appearance like this.

Landon shrugged, looking down in what could only be described as shame. "Yeah, but I didn't think about it."

#RP #Bruce RP #Bruce and Landon RP

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jimlingss · 8 years ago

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Student Council Prez [3]

Episode 2 - Episode 3 - Episode 4 Words: 2085 Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

“-therefore the soldiers began putting a bucket of water near the machine gun and it wasn’t until 1942 that th-”

Yoongi holds in a yawn, eyes trailing outside until a sudden bang jolts him out of his drowsy daze. He turns to the source of the sound, a girl who just slammed the door open and the teacher frozen at the front of the classroom. He turns back to look outside but then does a quick double take when he realizes that girl is you.

“What ar-” Before he can string words together, you’ve stormed up to his desk and slammed a hand down.

“Listen. I can’t join you after school today.”

He blinks twice, wondering if this is all a dream and he’s actually fallen asleep but no...it is real. “What? Why?” He asks, before he can stop himself, too exhausted to filter what his brain actually wants to say.

“I have this thing...I just have to go.” You look around, realizing you’ve interrupted the entire class. The teacher and students are just staring at you, shocked but you’re apathetic. You turn on your heel, leaving the room as quick as you came in.

Yoongi stands from his seat and he bows, waist bending. “Please excuse me…’

“Uhh…” The teacher takes a second to answer. “Yes, yes. Go ahead.” She says simply, excusing him. Yoongi is the president’s son after all, Student Council President and holds quite high grades in every class. He has power and influence over all in the academy, teachers included.

Yoongi collects his stuff and throws it in his backpack, running out the classroom only a few moments later. “Hey! Hey! I’m coming too.”

You look over your shoulder, catching him. “What?! Why?!”

“Why? Are you afraid of me coming? Doing something bad?”

You scoff, huffing out a breath while walking down the stairs. “Suit yourself.”

“Just making sure you aren’t drug dealing.” He muses and you shoot your head back, narrowing your eyes.

“Are you sure about that? Or is it just an excuse for you to ditch class?”

He smirks with a raise of his brows. “Both.” You sneer at his response and he follows alongside as you exit.

“Where are you going?’ He asks.

“To beat up my stupid brother.”

The moment the elementary school building comes into sight, your pace becomes faster to the point where Yoongi lags behind. The administrative lady is already familiar with you, only shooting Yoongi a second glance as she leads you to the office area. There you see your brother sitting in a chair in front of the principal’s door, head downcasted with a bruised eye and another boy who sits four chairs down, in an even worse condition with a bloody nose and multiple bruises.

“You!” You march up to your brother and he raises his eyes.

“Noona…”

You smack the side of his head and he clutches it in pain. “Ow! Why’d you hit me?!” He screams, standing.

“What did I say about controlling your temper?!”

Just then the door swings open and you’re met with the principal who signals you to come in. Sungjae takes a seat beside you, across from the table and Yoongi lingers behind while leaning on the wall, openly observing.

The principal starts off with a sigh. “This is the fourth fight this year...I’m afraid if any more persists with Sungjae’s aggressive behaviour...we might have to suspend him, Miss Y/N.”

You nod. “I understand.”

“If only he would tell us why he got into these fights, maybe punishment could be lighter.” You turn to him with raised eyebrows, nudging him but his pout remains as he stares at the ground. She sighs again. “We realize your recent situations so we’re trying to be lenient but we can only go so far. Sungjae will not be allowed outside during lunch time this week and he’ll have to apologize to the other student. I hope you’ll talk to him.”

“I understand.”

The both of you stand and shake hands. “Take care.”

You’re in deep silence as all of you step outside. “Noona…” He calls out your name and you turn around, smacking the side of his head again. “Ow! Stop hitting me!”

“You’re only in grade six! Twelve years old! What are you going to do if they expel you?! What am I going to do?”

He downcasts his head. “I’m going to shave your head if you get into another fight and I will kill you myself. Do you hear me L/N Sungjae?!”

“Yes.” He mumbles underneath his breath. Just then he turns on his feet and notices Yoongi whose hands are in his pocket, watching emotionlessly. “But..who is he?”

“None of your business.” You pull out your phone, glancing at the time before tucking it away and marching off. Sungjae follows quietly and you turn on your feet, boring eyes at Yoongi. “Are you coming or not?”

The children's giggles could be heard down the street as you walk closer; three little kids playing on the swingset and another on the slide. The small playground is next to the brown building, the letters ‘Green Ducklings Kindergarten’ in bright colours and one side of the wall covered in painted handprints of the children. The grass is quite plush and soft despite the children’s constant feet stomping on it.

When you pull open the gate, Sohyun’s already running into your arms and all your rage melts away. “Sohyun!” You swoop her up in your arms but then drop her the next second when she’s too heavy for you to carry anymore. “How was your day at school?”

She nods with a small smile and then takes off running to the playground. “Hey! We have to go!” Sungjae calls after and then looks at you. As if to get on your good side again, he flashes a smile and takes off. “I’ll go get her.”

Just as you’re about to turn around to tell Yoongi that he can leave, a woman with a swishing ponytail and apron enters your peripheral vision. “Um, excuse me? Are you Miss Y/N?”

You turn to her, blinking once before responding. “Yes I am..”

She smiles softly. “I’m Sohyun’s kindergarten teacher. I believe we’ve spoken once before about her elective mutism.”

Your brows furrow. “Yes I remember. How is she doing at school?”

“Well...her socialization skills with her peers have improved significantly and she’s not withdrawn as much as before, participating and smiling which is a very good sign but she still refuses to speak or make any effort of trying to communicate through words.”

After the death of your parents, the last time Sohyun ever spoke was at the funeral. You persuaded her, threatened her and even bargained but she didn’t utter any words. Out of pure fear, you took her to the doctor a few weeks after and she was diagnosed with elective mutism. Nothing was wrong thankfully but perhaps out of trauma, she wasn’t speaking anymore.

Upon your silence and knotted brows, the lady continues with a smile. “It’s not good to pressure her into speaking so we’re just trying to encourage her...have you thought about taking her to a psychiatrist or therapist, yet?”

“Um…” You wanted to but you didn’t have the money nor the time. “I’m still looking into it.”

She nods. “I hope you consider it soon then. It may help a lot. Other than that, she’s a bright young child who’s doing great.”

You watch as Sungjae sprints after her, screeching for her to stop running away. “Thank you.”

The four of you walk back together, Sohyun curiously looking at Yoongi with her big eyes to which Yoongi blinks at her with a softened expression. All of you arrive back to your home, the shabby apartment and you pull out a key to unlock the door. “Do you want to come in and eat?” You turn around to him.

“Me?”

“Who else am I talking to? I owe you anyways since I didn’t come over today….” You quirk a brow at Yoongi. “Why? Is this house too poor for you to step in? Not enough for your wealthy standards?”

Sungjae kicks off his shoes and Sohyun peels off her jacket inside. You tilt your head, standing at the doorway.

“I never said that…” He grumbles underneath his breath, entering your abode.

“Wash your hands! Pull out the table!” You yell at the two.

Yoongi watches as you roll up your sleeve, pulling out a knife and cutting board.

Your apartment room is nothing Yoongi’s ever seen before, only in the tv shows and dramas he’s ever watched. It’s literally just one room. The entrance opens to a thin hallway, the bathroom door off to one side of the wall and on the other is the kitchen, counters lining in a row with the fridge. The actual room itself has a television in the corner and a wardrobe in the other, a sliding closet at the wall.

Yoongi sits himself next to the balcony window doors as he watches Sungjae open the closet and pull out a foldable table. Inside the closet are rolled futon mattresses, blankets and a few stuffed animals.

You’re humming at the counter, cracking a few eggs in a pan and pulling out side dishes out of the fridge while heating others in the microwave. Sohyun pulls out her colouring book, only to get scolded by Sungjae who’s setting the table.

No sooner in ten minutes, everyone’s seated around the table and gobbling up the food. “Is he your boyfriend?” Sungjae asks and you frown.

“What are you saying? Eat!” Yoongi watches in amazement of all your appetites, sparing no words to each other.

“Yah! You took the egg yolk part!” Sungjae cries out in the middle of a mouthful.

“Yah? Yah?! Do you know how much older I am than you?” You smack his head lightly and he winces.

“Stop hitting me on the head!” He whines. “You took the egg yolk! That’s my favourite!”

“Last time I gave you both of mine! And Sohyun took two this time. Why are you so greedy?”

He seethes in anger, mumbling underneath his breath. “Damn family…”

You put down your chopsticks and everyone stops eating. “Fine...go! Get out and let’s see how well you survive in the streets.” You take his bowl of rice but he quickly whimpers. “You don’t need family anyways!”

“Fine! I’m sorry. Happy?!” You plop down his bowl again, it clatters on the table and he huffs out.

Sohyun looks up from her downcasted head, a frown on her lips as she watches the two of you bicker back and forth. She swirls her food with her spoon. “Sohyun, stop playing with your food.” You scold her but she says nothing.

“Is it because the food’s bad?” Yoongi leans over to her with a gentle smile, one you didn’t know he was capable of having. “It’s not to my liking either. It’s bland.” He sticks out his tongue, face scrunching up and your mouth opens. Sohyun giggles, a silvery laugh that you haven’t heard in a long time.

“You.” You point at Yoongi with your chopsticks. “Get out too.”

Yoongi frowns, immediately downcasting his eyes and throwing a spoon of rice in his mouth, stuffing it with more side dishes and Sohyun giggles again. Your frown eases.

Sungjae grabs the opportunity to act up. “I know right! I keep telling her to add more soy sauce but she doesn’t listen to anyone.” You click your tongue lightly and he sheepishly smiles at you.

Somehow the mood lightens and then everyone around the table breathes easier.

You lean at the doorframe with crossed arms, watching Yoongi fix his jacket. The sun is starting to fall, the sky filled with red and orange shades. “Thanks…”

“What for?” He asks.

“I couldn’t come over today. Broke the contract already.”

“It’s fine.” He smiles and you blink. “Thanks for the meal. If I get food poisoning, I’m docking your pay.” You scoff lightly, rolling your eyes. “See you at school tomorrow.”

“Yeah sure…”

Yoongi walks down the street and he swivels on his feet to glance at your apartment one last time. As expected, you’re not there, gone back inside and the door is shut. But he still chuckles to himself. It’s a shabby place but his stomach is full and somehow it’s a lot warmer than his empty mansion.

#bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fluff #bts yoongi scenario #Yeah this chapter is shorter and not as exciting #Just hang tight! It gets better #its just that I had to introduce some important characters and show the family dynamics #:) :)

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moonlitjiminn · 8 years ago

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Purple Part Eight | Taehyung, You

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Why do you have to be different?

The lake became their 'spot', they met each other there almost once a week. Their lives became busy again, Taehyung having to finish his final copy of his part one for his thesis, Tori having to study pretty hard in order to ace her exams (she decided she should try harder this time round considering she was dating the smartest kid in her class) and apart from that Taehyung would often go to the library or to the gym – and only ever during dusk – while Tori would be at the mall with friends or working her part time job at the grocery store.

Although their few hours in the dead of night, just talking about life and what their week was like, what annoyed them, their science teacher being a jerk and picking on Tori because he knew she didn't know the answers. As well as what made them happy, mostly their calls and text exchanges, and their few run-ins on campus.

But they couldn't help waiting impatiently for the few times they did get to see each other.

"Ooooh you're watching TV?" Tori asked, peeking her head around Taehyung's front door.

He grinned, "Yeah," he pat the seat next to him.

"I wanna wat-" She stopped talking when she saw the screen. "Penguins? You're watching a documentary about penguins?"

"It's pretty interesting, actually," he paused it, "Did you say you wanted to watch?"

"Ugh," she sighed, plonking herself on the sofa next to him, "You're so boring."

He chuckled, "Me or the documentary?"

The documentary.

"You," she huffed, and he gave her a knowing smile.

"You didn't go to your literature lecture," he noted, looking at the time.

"Eh," she waved it off, "We're learning basically the same thing we did last year so I thought I'd check in on you, how's your 'studying' going?" she finger quoted 'studying' as if she didn't believe that was what he was doing.

"Great actually," he leaned back in his seat, crossing one leg over the other, pointing the remote at the TV and pressing play, "Now if you let me get back to-"

He stopped when he saw her cheeky smile, reaching for the remote.

"What ar-" she grabbed it, turning the TV off. "Victoria..." his eyes scanned her face, dropping from her eyes to her mouth, which was getting closer and closer to him.

She drew him to her, her hand moving straight to his jaw, "Am I a distraction?" her voice was gentle, as gentle as the kiss she gave him right after.

"Yes," he whispered back, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her closer, his lips brushing hers. It wasn't an innocent kiss, but more like a hot, fiery, passionate and demanding kiss, making her giggle against his lips.

"Are you hungry?" she joked, the way he was kissing her was like he hadn't eaten in years.

He inched back, looking into her eyes, brushing her hair behind her ears.

"I may know everything about nuclear physics, but I can never figure you out," he pecked her lips, "And yet, I don't even care," he kissed her again, "believe me, when I don't know something, I can never sleep until I find out what it is I'm missing."

She smiled, the smile he loved. The skin around her eyes crinkled ever so slightly (not as much as his did, though) and her eyes literally sparkled.

He was beginning to think that his favourite colour was changing.

Because he now loved the colour purple.

"I can never figure you out, either, Tae," she laughed, meeting his forehead with hers.

He leaned up, kissing her again, "Thank you for coming," he whispered.

"Even though you told me like a hundred times not to come?"

He shook his head, amused, "Yes, even though I told you not to come, I'm glad you did."

"You see, this is why I don't like waiting seven days before I get to see you," she sighed, her legs draped over his lap.

"I don't like it either," he said sadly, and it honestly surprised her.

He was so different today, a great wave of confidence had overwhelmed him, not to mention his want, his need to be closer to her.

"Well let's savour these few house that we do get to see each other," she threaded her fingers in his hair, "And leave the penguins alone."

He laughed, "But the poor penguins!"

She took his glasses off, wearing them herself.

"Do I look smarter now?" she asked, "I bet I do."

He shook his head, "Nope, you look like Victoria."

"Are you saying I'm not smart?" she exclaimed, her hand on her heart.

"Yeah," he nodded, innocently.

Her hands cupped his cheeks, squishing them together, just finding him so cute.

He frowned at her gestures, but didn't let them affect him for long. He took the glasses off her this time, putting them on the coffee table and pulled her closer, "When will I see you again?"

"Today next week probably?" her voice was just like his; sad.

He pouted and she laughed, pecking his lips, "You're so cute."

He pulled her back, kissing her harder, "I don't want to let go."

"You don't have to," she hummed, welcoming him as she let her lips trace a path from his own to his neck. He gasped, a quiet, soft gasp, but she loved how she made him run out of breath.

He was new to this, and decided to just let Tori continue, he didn't want to ruin the moment.

She let her kisses linger on his shoulder blade before she stopped, tearing away from him and he gave her a surprised look.

"I should probably leave before I do something dangerous," she grinned and he looked away, his cheeks burning up.

But she didn't let him blush for too long, turning his head to face her.

"Or should I stay?" her smile was mischievous and he had to avert his eyes to answer.

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That night, Tori found herself not just staying 'for a few more hours' like Taehyung had said, and instead waking up in his bedroom.

She bolted out of bed, and rushed into the kitchen, not knowing if she was going to catch him because she knew he went on morning runs.

But there he was, when she opened the bedroom door, standing at the stove with his back to her, holding the frying pan. She tiptoed to him, slithering her arms through his and around his waist.

He jumped at her touch but her voice soothed him, "It's just me," she whispered.

He visibly relaxed, although was stiff considering her arms were still around him.

"Good morning," she hummed, her lips deep rooted in the nap of his neck.

He shuddered at the sensation it gave him, but he couldn't deny it was a captivating feeling.

"Morning," he replied and she rocked him from side to side, while he continued to flip the pancake on the pan.

"Tae?" she called, tilting her head to look up at him.

"Yeah?" he asked, turning to look at her.

"Can you sing?"

His eyes widened.

"Huh?"

"Can you sing?" she repeated, "It's just something I've been curious about for a while."

"Why?"

"Wondering if you could be anymore perfect," she said, stroking his hair.

"I'm not perfect," he muttered.

"You're right," he turned around to put the pancakes on the counter and she spun with him. "But you're as close to perfect as any human can get."

He looked away, blushing.

Aww where did my Taehyung from last night go?

That made him blush even harder, he, himself, didn't know where the Taehyung from last night even came from. He kept trying to tell himself that it was late and he was tired, but he kept getting to the conclusion that he was becoming more and more compelled to Tori every day.

"Let's eat," he said, hoping to lighten the atmosphere and she happily skipped to her seat.

"Do you have any siblings?" Taehyung asked in the middle of breakfast and Tori raised an eyebrow. "Well, I know about your parents but I don't know if you have any-"

"Yeah, I have two brothers, one's older and one's younger, and I have a younger sister."

"That's a big family," he noted and she nodded.

"It is, it can get messy at times."

"But do you like it?"

She nodded again, "I love it, although I'm often compared to my older brother, he's a bit like you, crazy hard working, but other than that, I love it."

His smile faltered, he couldn't start to fathom the idea that her parents wouldn't like her the way she was.

"Sometimes I wish I had siblings," he told her, finishing off the last bit of his pancake.

"They would love to meet you, I bet you'd get along with them as if they were your own brothers and sisters."

He smiled at her, "Thanks."

"Oh fuck," Tori muttered, checking her phone for the time, leaving Taehyung to laugh at her language.

"You're starting to corrupt me with that dirty mouth of yours," he told her and she beamed at him.

"Well isn't that a good sign?" she asked, standing up and running around the counter and leaning down, "I need to get to my Government lecture in ten minutes."

He craned his own head up and let her kiss him, "Study hard."

"Oh, you know me," she winked at him and scurried out of the door, "See you later Tae!"

He sighed, shaking his head. He didn't understand the effect she had on him but whenever he was with her, he was all smiles. And whenever they were apart, he would be thinking about her, and wouldn't be able to stop smiling.

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"Jimin told me that you didn't want to go to Mark's party last night with him."

"Yeah," Tori nodded, chewing on her sushi.

"Tori, you can't really think you and Taehyung are going to work out."

Tori sighed aloud, "Jen, you can't really think I'm going to listen to that."

Jen shook her head, "Jimin's so head over heels for you, I can't believe you're doing this."

"Well I'm so head over heels for Taehyung, it's possible."

"This is so unfair," she puffed out her cheeks.

"Jen, do you like him?" she asked, scrunching her eyebrows at her.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Girl!" Tori laughed, "Why you trying to set him up with me then? You should go for him!"

"He doesn't look at any other girl but you."

She looked down. That was inevitable.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and Jen shoved her arm playfully.

"Why are you sorry? Not your fault that jerk fell for you."

Actually...

"He's coming," she sighed, "Don't look up."

"Hey Tori!" an enthusiastic voice chirped and a thud hit the table, she looked up to see a large duffel bag on it.

"Hey Jimin," she said, giving a nervous glance to Jen.

"I should probably g-"

"Jimin, I've gotta get going, can you keep Jen company while she finishes? I feel bad for leaving her alone."

"Of course," Jimin smiled at her as she stood up and walked away.

Tori knew that every single guy Jen falls in love with, dates and brings along to meet her will fall in love with Tori straight away. But she has the feeling that one day there will come a guy who starts to love Jen more than Tori, and that will be the one for her.

Her phone started vibrating and she found herself grinning like an idiot when she read the Caller ID.

"Hey!" she boomed into the phone.

"Hey Victoria," she could hear the smile in his voice and that made her smile too.

"What's up?"

"Just wondering where you were, I came to Uni to hand in my physics assignment, and remembered you had just finished a lecture, you still here?"

"Yes!" she tried not to sound too happy, "Where are you?"

Taehyung looked around, and in the corner of his eye saw her standing by the cafeteria doors, her phone to her ear.

"The library, you?" he lied.

"I'm just by the cafeteria."

"Okay, I'll come to you," he said and he saw her nodding vigorously, making him smile.

"See you soon!" she sung and hung up.

He took a step forward, observing how she put her phone into her pocket and started to thread her fingers in her hair, tying it up one way, and then shaking her head and changing the way it looked.

He shook his head, she was doing all this for him?

"Tae!" she beamed when she finally caught his figure.

He waved, finally reaching her, "Hey."

She scooped his hand in hers, "When do you have to go back?"

"My professor gave me today to rest," he sighed, "We've been doing a bit too much work the past two weeks."

"Yeah, I hardly ever see you," she nodded in agreement.

"Have you eaten? You probably have, you were just in there," he pointed at the cafeteria.

Ugh I'm full

"Nope, I just met Jen, that's all, you wanna eat?"

"Nah, it's okay," he shook his head, he wasn't all that hungry anyway, he had been eating late, it was a habit now.

She narrowed her eyes at him but he ignored her, squeezing her hand (something he had never done before), "Do you wanna do something before going back home?"

"Like what? Do you wanna get some coffee?"

"Hmm," he hummed, nodding, "The cafe down the road?"

"Sure," they walked to the exit of the campus, hand in hand.

"I'm going back to meet my family this weekend," she told him as they swung their arms to and fro.

"Really?" she loved the genuine excitement in his voice.

"Yeah," Tori said, "I thought it was about time I went back, do you want to join me?"

"What?"

"I mean, if you're not busy in the weekend."

Truth be told, he had to attend a few crucial lectures on the Saturday so this trip would have been a problem anyway.

"I don-"

I can't go alone.

"I do-"

Tae, if you don't come with, I don't think I can go back.

"Yeah, I-I think I can come," he nodded, "But do you think that would be okay? I mean, what if your family doesn't-"

"They'll love you!" she gushed, opening the cafe door.

"What if-"

She pulled his hand up to her lips and pressed them against it, "I know they will," she told him, "Trust me."

They walked up to the counter and placed their orders, as well as buying a small cheesecake for the pair to share.

Tori spent the next two hours telling Taehyung stories about how she grew up with her family, and he was much too happy to listen.

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The next three days, the two of them didn't ever see each other apart from the few five minute facetime calls and texts and phone calls they shared. They also packed their bags a bit too enthusiastically, too eager to spend the weekend away from reality.

"Tae!" a voice boomed while Taehyung was standing in the airport, hands in his pockets, scanning the departure board.

He turned around to see Tori running to him, a large duffel bag over her shoulder. As soon as she reached him, she crashed into him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Woah," she huffed, at the impact.

"Hi," she whispered, panting.

"You okay?" he asked, pulling back and brushing the hair out of her eyes.

"Yeah, just missed you," she looked up at him, excitedly, "Guess what?"

"What?"

"I got a B+ average for all my papers this year so far!"

He thought for a moment, not knowing what to say.

I guess a B+ average is good for her, right?

"That's great!" he exclaimed, ruffling her hair.

"I did good, didn't I?"

"Yes, yes you did," he scrunched his nose, "I'm proud. Next time you're going to get an A+ average, right?"

She pouted, "Gosh."

As they carried their luggage again, Tori spoke.

"I couldn't stop thinking about this weekend, everything I did was because of this," she entwined their fingers.

He grinned, his normal rectangular smile that she was growing to love.

He didn't know that being in love would ever have made someone feel the way he felt.

"My parents are going to pick us up from the airport," she sighed, "I just hope they woke up on the right side of the bed this morning."

Taehyung squeezed her hand as he led them to check in, "You'll be okay, Tori."

Her eyes widened and she snapped her head around to look at him.

"What?" he asked, completely surprised, as he handed the lady at the counter their tickets.

"You've never called me that before," she blinked.

"I-Is that a big deal?"

The lady stamped something and gave the tickets back, pointing to the direction of their gate.

"Yes it is!"

"Oh... sorry," he looked down.

She pinched his cheek, "You never fail to surprise me everyday."

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When they landed, Taehyung walked out as normal, while Tori trailed slowly behind him, peeking around every so often, too afraid to look.

He exhaled and stepped to the side, catching Tori's waist, the movement so swift she didn't believe it was him.

"Can you see them?" he whispered in her ear and it was probably the first time she was taken aback by his smoothness.

"Uh..." she looked around, and there they were, standing right in the middle, waving at them. "Yeah..."

"Well, let's go then," he followed her gaze and saw the couple waving at her, and led her to them.

"Tori!" the exclaimed as soon as they were within earshot.

She dropped her hand from Taehyung's waist and opened her arms for the both of them.

Taehyung watched them in adoration, but that was only until her mother caught his gaze and let go.

"You must be..."

"Taehyung," he heard Tori whisper and she nodded.

"Taehyung."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr and Mrs Chandler," he bowed, holding his hand out.

"This is the first time I'm meeting the guy Tori's been seeing, you must be someone special."

Tori looked to him and winked.

"C'mon, let's get the two of you home."

Tori's dad took their luggage and her mother started for the exit. Tori pulled Taehyung by snaking her arm around his waist.

"They're what you were scared of?" he asked, leaning down close so that they couldn't hear.

"When you get to know them, you'll understand why I'm terrified."

"Still terrified? Victoria, they're ecstatic to see you!"

She tightened her grip on him, making him flop his body against hers, "You keep me sane."

He shook his head, thinking that she was completely blowing this out of proportion, but she couldn't say anything because his phone rang.

He raised an eyebrow while he pulled it out, no one ever called him and when his phone did ring, it was 100% always Tori.

"Hello?" he asked, after checking the ID: unknown number.

"Is this Taehyung?" the grungy voice on the other line said.

"Yes, it is, may I know who's speaking?"

"Taehyung..." the voice softened, almost seeming loving, "It's your dad."

I hope you liked that chapter!!

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Chapter 1

Jaylen

My boy had just bailed me out a few hours ago and I was honestly ready to get home. I been in this hell hole for 6 months. I was supposed to have 2 years, but I got left off early cause of good behavior.

Every day and every night I been wondering what baby girl been doing. I sent her hundreds of letters, called plenty of times and she never wrote back or answered to any. Ain’t put money on my books, none of that shit. I mean yea, she used to be on my ass about this dope shit but damn you that mad to ignore me for 6 months?

Part of me was thinking that she moved on and been fucking another nigga, but I just knew she wouldn’t do that to me. After all the shit I did for her? Nah, she couldn’t.

I loved her too much to let her go. I hated that she had that affect on me.

“Yo, take me to my girl’s place.” I mumbled to Odell because I knew she’d be there.

Reaching under the mat for the spare key, I unlocked the door with no problem. Shutting the door behind me, it indeed smelled like her in here. She smells fruity and shit all the time.

Smiling as I made my way upstairs, it was quiet as a mouse so I knew she had to be sleeping. Opening the door to her room, I watched her peacefully she slept.

Walking over to her, I started planting kisses on her neck. “J-jaylen?” She said as she woke up looking beautiful as always. I couldn’t even be mad at her no more.

“Yea, baby I’m home.” I smiled as I sat down next to her.

She sighed as put her head in her hands. “Jaylen I’m really sorry..” she apologized as I chuckled and waved her off.

“It’s fine, as long as you here now I’m good.” I explained as she shook her head. She rose the blanket up a little and I noticed something different about her.

That’s when all hell broke loose…

She was the ONLY girl I’ve ever been in a relationship with. She was my first everything. She fucked me over so many times and my ass was too blind to see that. Everyone kept telling me not to fuck with her, because she was no good but I just had to have her. I think that’s what made me want her even more.

And I hate the fact that I still got mad love for her. She could stab my ass and I’d still love her. Shits crazy.

I really had a big ass heart and I hated that. I always made sure everyone was straight and I cared about people too fucking much. May not show it, but I do.

Adding the last few finishing touches to the wall I was painting, I took a drag out of my blunt. Normally, I would just stay in and paint all day but I deserved to be spoiled even though I just went shopping yesterday.

I’ve been painting all my life, but I didn’t get serious about it until my teenage years. It was just something I’d do on the side. I sold dope for a while, and to be honest it wasn’t for me. After a nigga was behind bars for 6 months, I wasn’t trying to go back to that shit, so I had to change my life around ASAP.

It’s not even just that, the shit was just too much. Nigga couldn’t even go to bed without thinking somebody was gone wet my ass up. Shit, sleep wasn’t in my vocabulary.

After what felt like forever, I finally got a few of a my paintings to be in different museums and I started getting calls left and right. I can’t even lie, it does bring good money but I do it because I love it. I couldn’t see myself doing anything else.

Since I was starving, took it upon myself to start making some delightful breakfast. Me being the king I am, I deserve that shit.

When I went into the kitchen, I looked into the refrigerator only to face nothing. “Damn, who the fuck been eating all my shit?” I sucked my teeth. Greedy fucks.

“Oh me.” I chuckled to myself as I realized I was the only person that lived here. I gotta go to the grocery store ASAP.

Throwing on a polo jumpsuit and some slides, I snatched my keys off of the counter, and made my way to the car. The drive wasn’t long cause the store was literally around the corner.

As I made my way into the store, I wasted no time putting shit in the basket. I wasn’t trying to be in here that long.

Landing on the cereal aisle first, I was about to go for some Fruity Pebbles until some bitch decided to grab it.

“Yoooo,” I said, scratching the back of my head. She looked at me with this fake ass confused look. Bitches be begging to get smacked.

“I know you just didn’t play me like that. This gotta be a joke.” I chuckled as she smirked but quickly hid it when I noticed.

“What ar-”

“Fuck you, you saw me about to grab that box. I don’t know why you all of a sudden trying to be fancy today. Every time I see you on this aisle you get fucking Dyno-Bites.” I spat as I stormed off with the cart. I see this bitch on the same aisle every time I come here. She did that shit on purpose.

“Done fucked up my morning..” I mumbled to myself as I checked my watch.

I had a long way to go.

“Fuck,” I cursed to myself as some of the groceries I had fell out the bags. That’s what I get for trying to carry all this shit at once. I didn’t wanna make multiple trips carrying all these damn bags.

“Hey, did you s-” I heard a feminine voice say causing me to suck my teeth. Females were always popping up on me left and right and that shit was annoying sometimes.

“Man you see me over here about to lose my fucking life trying to carry these groceries, wait damn.” I spat as I struggled to open the door. When I finally got it open, I sighed out of relief.

“Look, it ain’t my fault that you couldn’t carry these baby ass groceries. Maybe you should consider going to a gym. I just came over here to ask if my phone was still in your car.” She spat. I don’t know where these balls that she just grew and from. Any other time, I would’ve cursed her ass out for talking to me like I’m a bitch, but I ignored her ass. I need to put these groceries up, fuck her.

Carrying everything into the house, it took me about 20 minutes to put all this shit up. I should be good for about 3 weeks. I literally sit in this bitch and eat all day. There’s mostly junk food, cause I don’t do no cooking over here.

Going into the living room, I noticed the girl was sitting on my couch. “Yo,” I said as she looked up. It was Odell’s sister.

“Yo,” she mimicked me causing me to suck my teeth. This hoe..

“Im trying to figure out why you still here..”

“Dude, I been asked you if you seen my phone.” She rolled her eyes. I hate when females do that.

“Maybe if you were more responsible you’d have your stupid ass phone.” I shot at her as she waved me off. She was clearly irresponsible as hell.

Driving far out without putting gas in her car, and leaving her phone in a stranger’s vehicle. I should’ve sold her shit.

“Can you just give it to me?” She rolled her eyes as I did the same. Odell better keep her away from me, I do not like her. “Fine..” I heard her mumble as she walked into the kitchen and snatched my keys off of the island.

Grabbing her arm, “Da fuck you going with my keys girl?” She looked at me like I was crazy.

“The car.” She said before pushing me away from her. She pushed me like she was the strongest nigga in the world.

Forgetting that she had my keys, I cursed to myself and followed her outside. When she reached my car, she unlocked the passenger side and bent over to look for her phone. I got a glimpse of her ass, and noticed she wasn’t wearing no panties underneath her dress. I gotta say.. dat booty was extraterrestrial.

“There’s your punk ass keys, Jerrod.” She said as she tossed them into the seat and left the door open for me. How petty. She could’ve just nicely handed them to me.

“Fuck is Jerrod?” I asked once I realized she just called me another nigga’s name. I don’t know who Jerrod is but it ain’t me.

“Ain’t that your name?” She asked as I stared at her for a few seconds contemplating on if I should curse her out or not.

“Get out my face.” I waved her off as I went over to my car to grab my keys.

Once she was out of my sight, I thanked God and proceeded to go back into my place.

Plopping down on the couch, I hugged loudly. I been running errands all day, I need a bad ass massage. I bought groceries, dropped off a few paintings, picked up some new painting equipment, then I had to buy a new phone cause I cracked mines for the 48th time. A nigga was exhausted, but I just couldn’t bring myself to fall asleep yet.

Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I shot Odell a text because I was bored.

Me: wya hoe

Dell: taking Jayla out for ice cream

Me: stop playing wit me

Dell: 😂leaving a meeting, why?

Me: niggas is bored

Dell: I’ll come entertain u 😏

Me: bitch 😂👉🏽🚮

Dell: 😂but nah jus come to my crib

Me: say no more I’ll be there in 5

Sliding my phone back in my pocket, I went in the kitchen to look for some fruit snacks. I could literally eat a whole box of these bitches all at once. I fucking love fruit snacks more than anything.

Once I grabbed a few out of the box, I put them back in the cabinet before grabbing my keys. I leave my shit unlocked all the time because I stay losing my keys.

Since O lived next door, I just stepped over and twisted the doorknob. I tried to open it but it was locked causing me to suck my teeth. I told this nigga I’d be here in 5. Knocking on the door, the door swung open a few seconds later.

“My bad, I got caught up in something.”

“Whatever, what we eating?” I asked as I kicked off my Gucci slides. A nigga seriously ain’t had nothing but a smoothie all day. Not even gonna lie, that smoothie did hit the spot.

“My sister cooking some shit, I don’t know.” He shrugged as I sucked my teeth and waved him off. She look like she can’t cook.

“Nigga I’ll pass. She might try to poison me.”

“Fine by me.” He chuckled as he turned on the game. I wasn’t a Cowboys nor Vikings fan so I didn’t really care for this game.

Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, I turned around to see who it was. Odell was too into the game to notice.

My eyes met with Robyn’s as she tried to sneak out in her thot-ish attire.

Smirking, I tried to think of ways I could get O’s attention. “Wow, going out in that tiny dress in this type of weather?” I asked loudly as Odell’s head quickly snapped in Robyn’s direction. She looked good as hell though no lie. She had on a red dress, that hugged her shape perfectly. She was thick as fuck. Fuck her though.

“Rob I’m bout to beat yo ass.” He said as he turned the game off. You know he was mad as shit if he turned the game off. He wouldn’t even turn it off if Beyoncé was standing in front of it.

“What I tell you about that shit?” He barked at her and seconds later they started arguing causing me to snicker.

He was in the kitchen fussing at her for about 5 minutes. I could tell he was real over protective over her, cause he was the same with my little sister.

“Thanks a lot, snitch.” She rolled her eyes at me as I smirked. She went in the kitchen to start cooking while O came back and started playing on his phone. “Whatchu’ playing?”

“Pool, why? You tryna getcho’ ass whooped?” He said as I smirked. I don’t even know why he always made bets with me, because I won every time. I ain’t exaggerating neither, I literally won every single time.

“Hell yea, 1k right now.”

“Wasting money..” I heard Rob mutter from the kitchen. I told y'all she talks too much. This was an A and B conversation.

“Mind yo business and cook our food.” I barked as I heard her suck her teeth. I don’t know where the fuck she came from, but she seriously needs to go back. Me and O been rocking for years and I ain’t heard shit bout no Robyn.

Trying to get my mind off of her, I went to my snap chat and started putting filters on Odell. I always catch him slipping. “Ima fuck you up bitch, I know you recording me.” He said as I put my phone down laughing.

Since that nigga wasn’t entertaining me like he said he would be, I put Friday in. You could never go wrong with this movie. Straight classic.

Thinking about what I could get myself into tonight, I sent a text to one of my best clients. Her name in my phone was isis cause her shit was just the bomb.

Me: wyd tonight

Isis💣: ima be with my daughter

Sucking my teeth, I left her on R and looked up at the TV since the movie was starting. I guess I’ll just stay here in this shit hole with these two nut ass niggas.

“Food’s ready!” I heard Robyn yell out. Took her forever to make this shitty as food. Her food better be magical.

“Bout time Batman.” I rolled my eyes as I got up to wash my hands.

“Now you know that’s not my name.” She rolled her eyes as me causing me to laugh.

After washing our hands, we all sat at the table and said our grace. Since I was mad hungry, I immediately dug in and moaned in my head because I didn’t want her to hear. Her food was actually banging.

Taking a bite of the chicken she made, I regretted it. “Damn, shit’s hella spicy.” I coughed as I tried to clear my throat but that made it even worse. I had a love and hate relationship with spicy food. Somebody’s gonna have a war on the toilet tonight.

“Ooops, added a little extra spice to yours.” She said as she started laughing a little. Nodding to myself, I started to plot on how I could get her ass back. Hoe could’ve gave me a fucking heart problem.

“Yea.. blame it on the spice. I was wondering why this shit was so nasty.” I said before I fake accidentally dropped it all over the floor. Her mouth formed into the shape of an O. Yea that’s right.

“Clean it up coke whore.” I winked at her as I got up from the table and went back in the living room. Her face was priceless.

“I ain’t picking this up, so..”

“I ain’t either. This your house.” I shrugged as I kicked my feet up on the table and put my hands behind my head.

“All I know is, one of you niggas better pick this shit up by the time I get out the shower.” Odell said as he had licked his fingers. He finished his food in like 3 minutes and she made a feast. Fried chicken, fried corn, mac and cheese casserole, biscuits, and greens. The shit was actually good, which is why I’m mad she did that fuck shit to my chicken. I barely get to have a home cooked meal ever since moms passed. I swear her food tasted just like my moms but I wasn’t gonna tell her stupid ass that.

“Chop chop Jaylen, pick it up.” She clapped her hands, snapping me out of my thoughts. I was only about to pick it up cause of Odell and I ain’t no childish nigga.

About 10 minutes of cleaning everything up, I huffed loudly. That was the longest 10 minutes of my life.

“Want some sweet tea? It’s nice and coooooold.” She asked smiling as she held a cup out. Side eyeing her, “What yo scheming ass do to it?” I asked walking over to her.

“Nothing I swear, I just feel bad since you started choking so I made you something to drink..” she shrugged as I snatched the cup out of her hand. She knew what she was doing when she added all that spice to my shit. Trying to kill a nigga.

Taking a sip out of the tea, she was eyeing me the whole time. “Is it good?” She asked smiling. Nodding my head, I took the cup and went back into the living room because I still didn’t want to be around her. If I die tonight, it’s probably because she put something in this tea.

Going to Odell’s room, I looked in his drawer to see if he still had those blunts that I hid. I needed to get high ASAP, his sister was stressing me out.

Sighing once I didn’t find anything, I looked around and noticed a brownie on the nightstand. I knew it wasn’t no regular brownie either. Smirking, I got a piece of it and ate it. This should be interesting.

Plopping down on the couch, I closed my eyes and relaxed while I finished watching the movie. After what felt like forever, I heard Odell get out the shower.

Looking around at my surroundings, I felt as if I was being lifted off of the ground.

“Yo,” I chuckled loudly because I knew the brownie had kicked in.

“Nigga what’s wrong wit you?” Odell asked as he walked in and sat on the bean bag that was in the corner. My mind was all over the place.

“Yo…” I said, trying to get his attention.

“Who closes the bus door after the bus driver gets off?” I asked as he started stroking his beard. “Damn bruh, I don’t know.” He chuckled.

“Scoot over.” Robyn said as she moved my feet to the side a little bit. She could’ve sat on the floor like the peasant she is.

“Can you hand me the remote?”

“I literally can’t move.” I laughed, telling the truth. It felt like someone was holding my body down. Everything was moving so slow.

Reaching over me, her ass was on my thighs and it felt like sticks were poking me. “Damn G, is yo ass made of sticks?” I said lowly.

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes.

“Damn, will y'all shut up? Trying to watch the rest of the movie.” Odell complained as I laughed. Any other time we would’ve started arguing but I’m chilling right now.

While the movie was almost over, Odell had went to go hit up his boo so now I was stuck with his annoying ass sister.

Looking over at her, she was laid back snoring like a fucking man. You would’ve thought she was somebody’s uncle the way she was snoring. I’d hate to sleep next to her.

Just as I was bout to get up, she ended up falling over on me. Not caring that she was laying on me, I still got up to go get something to drink because my mouth was dry as shit.

Going in the kitchen to pour me a cup of water, I ended up spilling it all on the floor. “Damn clumsy ass.” I mumbled to myself. This is why they invented water bottles, because of clumsy niggas like me.

Hearing Robyn’s footsteps, I swear I was that Mr Krabs meme pic. I forgot to warn her about the water so in no time she slipped and fell. “Ow! Did you do this on purpose?!” She yelled as she touched her lip and realized it was bleeding. I tried to speak, but nothing was coming out of my mouth.

Before anything else could happen, she threw a ball at me before groaning and storming up the stairs. Fuck, I had to kiss her ass before she told Odell.

Sighing because I didn’t want to do this, I got up and made my way up the stairs. I could hear sniffling come from one room, so I’m guessing that room was hers.

Opening the door, I noticed the light was off except the one in the bathroom with the door creaked open. Making my way towards the bathroom, I walked in to see her cleaning her lip.

Either I’m tripping or she had a twin.

“Y'all good?” I asked as they looked away from the mirror to me. Jodie rolled her eyes and went back to what she was doing.

“Who is y'all?” She asked looking at me like I was crazy.

Looking at her confusingly I rubbed my eyes before shaking my head. I was tripping.

“Look, I know we may not like each other, but you my nigga’s sister so I couldn’t just leave you up here crying. Besides, I don’t wanna hear his mouth.” I said as she chuckled causing a smile to slowly creep on my face. I quickly wiped it away. I ain’t with this friendly shit.

“Thanks..” she mumbled, as she finally turned around to look at me. “Did you really do that, though? I won’t waste no time beating your a-” she said before I cut her off.

“Nah, I was trying to get some water but I wasted it on the floor.”

“Why’re you being nice right now?” She asked as I started to tell her why but I stopped.

“I’m high..” I shrugged as she chuckled. I never really talk to girls for this long so she’s lucky. I’m only doing this cause she busted her fat ass lip.

Just as I was about to go for the door, she stopped me. “Can you stay until O gets back?” She asked as I scrunched up my face. Why would I spend my night with her on this lovely Saturday? I could be at my crib in the jacuzzi tub, getting my dick wet while another broad feeding me grapes. Well pineapples because ion really fuck wit grapes.

“He probably ain’t coming back til the morning.. plus I got shit to do.” I said as I tried to leave again but she stopped me. Damn, I should’ve left right after O left.

“Please, I really hate being here by myself. I just wanted to talk, I’m bored.” She said as she started battering her eyelashes. It only worked because she was kinda pretty.

Rolling my eyes, I sat down at the edge of her bed. It was silent for a few minutes, before she started talking.

“What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you?” She asked. Looking back at her, she gave me one of those smiles that white people give you when you look at them causing me to laugh.

Without thinking twice, I shrugged before answering. “Falling in love…” The room grew quiet. That wasn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, but I didn’t wanna talk about the real answer.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I just think I loved my ex waaaaay more than she loved me. Hell, I still love her ass.” I explained as I felt her hand rest on my shoulder. I got this little feeling when she did that. Maybe it’s just the weed. Yea, Ima go with that.

“We’ve all been there..” She assured me as I nodded. Her voice was mad soothing. I don’t know why, but her annoying ass really reminded me of my mom.

“What about you though?” I said, looking back at her. She was putting her hair up in my bun. “Losing my parents..” she started off. Shit tell me about it..

“When I lost them, it’s like I lost myself.. they died right in front of me and I swear it haunts me all the time because I could’ve stopped it. That’s why I’m scared to stay by myself at times..” she said, looking down at her fingers.

“Sorry for you lost..”

“Thanks.” She said as she looked up at me and gave me a small smile before looking back down. “I lost my mom too.” I spoke up as she looked up at me again. I was trying so terribly hard to avoid this topic.

“Every one loved her. She was so beautiful and sweet. You never seen her without a smile on her face. She made every body feel welcomed. The whole hood loved my moms. She really looked out for everybody..” I explained while smiling. I really had the best mom anyone could ask for. She would welcome anyone in her home. Anytime she cooked, she made sure the whole neighborhood was eating. She played with the kids in the neighborhood, everything.

“I remember coming home everyday and the house always smelled all fruity. She always smelled like that.” I smiled, chuckling. I would give anything just to have my mom back. I miss her like crazy.

“How’d she pass?” She asked as I closed my eyes.

“Car accident..”

Looking over at her, both of our eyes met. She was leaning in to kiss me and the inner me was saying to kiss her but the other part was saying don’t. No Bryson Tiller.

Crashing my lips into hers, the kiss started to get intense until I thought about her. Instantly pulling away, I grabbed my shit and got up. My high went away instantly. What the fuck am I doing?

“Jaylen I’m s-”

“This what I get for being nice..” I sighed before leaving out of her room. I don’t even know why I came up here, I don’t like her.

I could hear her calling my name, but I really wasn’t trying to fuck with her.

Shutting the door behind myself, I walked next door to my apartment. Thanking God that it wasn’t locked, I walked in with no problem.

Feeling a little short of breath, I sucked my teeth. Can’t even walk around for 10 seconds without my asthma fucking up. I don’t even know where my inhaler is, I stay losing those.

Once I got out of the shower, I put on all my daily hygiene materials before hitting the sheets. Grabbing my phone off of the charger, I noticed different text messages from people but one of them caught my eye. It was my ex’s number.

2135643654: Jaylen I really need you right now…

Me: nah G, I ain’t what u need. what u need is Jesus 🏽

2135643654: seriously

Me: what is it dickhead

Closing my eyes as I waited for her to text back, I started dosing off a lil bit. Before I could actually fall asleep, there was knocking on my door.

Sucking my teeth, I got out of bed and grabbed a pair of boxers and slid into them before going to see who was at the door. When I swung the door open, I was ready to curse here out before I seen how red and puffy her eyes were.

Before I could say anything, she fell right into my arms and started crying. A nigga started feeling bad instantly. The bitch in me was coming out. “Yo, wassup?” I asked in her ear as I locked the door and picked her up.

She shook her head no, and I furrowed my eyebrows. Sitting her down on my bed, I started to strip her out of her clothes. “Go to bed.” I said to her as I tossed her clothes on the floor.

Climbing under the covers with her, I started to get comfortable but she started pulling on the band of my boxers.

“I don’t thin-” I started to say but she cut me off by kissing me.

Odell

I know we just got outta practice and shit, but it was hella musty around here. Niggas be musty like they don’t sell deodorant.

Throwing my duffle bag over my shoulders, I sniffed under my arms and scrunched up my face. Damn it was me.

“Yea nigga, that’s yo musty ass.” Jaylen said as he pushed me away from him. There wasn’t a day where this nigga ain’t talk shit. Praying for the day he wakes up and won’t be able to say anything.

He was my guy though. We been at this since middle school days. My moms used to fuck wit his pops so we was around each other a lot. I couldn’t stand him at first, but we ended up getting along. One thing I can say about him is that if you his people’s, he gone make sure you straight.

“Fuck up, I was in practice for 2 hours, what you expect?”

“I expect you to take a bad ass shower when you get in da crib, that’s what I expect.” He said as I chuckled while shaking my head. He came to practice with me and sat on the bleachers talking shit the whole time. What would I do without my nigga Jaylen?

“I am foo.” I said as we both stepped on the elevator.

“I feel like shit bruh.” He said as he leaned his head against the wall. That’s what he gets.

“How?” I sighed, throwing my head back because this elevator always took all day. I really didn’t feel like hearing some dumb shit come outta this nigga’s mouth.

“My asthma.” He said as I sucked my teeth and waved him off. He smoked like every day, and then wanna act surprised when he can’t breathe.

“Quit smoking dude.” I said as the elevator finally opened. When I got off, there was a girl sitting in front of the door. Jaylen looked at me while I shrugged my shoulders.

“Robyn?” I asked, once I seen I noticed it was her sitting in front of the door. She looked cold as hell.

“H-huh?” She stuttered as I helped her up.

“Why you out here?”

“I lost my key, and I didn’t wanna call you because you were in pra-”

“What I tell you bout that? I don’t care what I’m doing, if you need me you need to call me. If you can’t reach me, then you need to call Winter. We talked about this.” I said, looking down at her. She always did this. She never wanted to call when she needed me. She always tries to do shit herself.

“Ok..” she said, looking down at the ground. I hated when she did that.

“I’m not playing, you understand?” I asked, picking her chin up. Once she nodded, I unlocked the door and stepped aside so she could go in first. She went straight to her room. I knew something was bothering her.

“Where she come from? Like how you know her?” Jaylen asked as he shut the door.

“We went to the same after school program and shit, then we ended up being neighbors. So yea, we hung out a lot then we started getting tight. I was cool wit her parents, she was cool wit mines. So yea, a few years later her parents ended up dying right in front of her and they were the only people she had. She was supposed to be at my crib so we could talk, but she never showed up. And that was the last time I heard from her until a few months ago. I had seen her at one of my games, and she told me she started modeling and shit so she was staying out here for good. I didn’t wanna lose her again, so I asked her to move in with me and here we is now.”

“Damn, almost made a nigga cry.” He fake sniffled.

“You ain’t hear me calling you?” I heard Winter’s voice from behind me. How the hell did she get in here?

“Huh?” I asked, asked she sucked her teeth. I did that on purpose to piss her off. She hated when I huh’d her. She always said if you can huh you can hear.

“Huh? Nigga you heard me, get up.” She said she put her hand on her hip. Winter swore she had me in check. I sure did get my ass up though.

“You just gone let her punk you like that?” Jaylen asked followed with laughter. He found this shit amusing every time Winter bossed me around. She’s lucky I love her mean ass.

“Fuck up.” I mugged him as she grabbed my hand and led me to my room.

“Damn Winter got you whipped.” I heard him laugh before Winter shut the door. He got me fucked up. Nobody got me whipped.

Sitting down on the bed, I stripped out of my shirt and gave Winter all my attention. She was just staring at me.

“You gone talk to me or keep staring?” I asked as she started smiling then her smile fell.

“Why the fuck do you smell like that?” She scrunched up her face as she rose up my arms.

“I was going hard in practice.” I laughed as she shook her head and went in the bathroom to turn on the shower. Damn did I smell that bad?

“Yuck, come on let’s go get you in the shower.” She said as she pulled me up and led me to the bathroom. Stripping out of my clothes, I stopped when I noticed she wasn’t doing the same.

“You not getting in?” I asked her as I grabbed a towel and stepped in.

“No, I’ll take one by myself. I’m on my period.”

“Cool.” I said as I closed the shower curtains.

“Uh uh, who said I couldn’t stare at you?” She asked as she pulled the curtains back then sat back down.

“You gone make me get water all over the floor.” I said as she shrugged.

Shrugging along with her freaky ass, I proceeded to bathe myself while she just watched. I swear Winter was weird as hell. She watched me do everything.

“Damn daddy, das all me.” She smirked as she stared at my body. I wish she wasn’t on her damn period. What a perfect way to start off the New Year.

“All yours baby.” I said before blowing a kiss to her. Her cute ass pretended that she caught it.

“Yo Winter, you haven’t took a shower since last year.” I said as she furrowed her eyebrows out of confusion before sucking her teeth.

“Bye. I’m outta here for that corny ass joke.” She laughed as she walked out of the bathroom. I knew she was gonna do that.

“I’m not even mad at your cute self no more. It was all a front so you could dick me down but you ended up leaving anyways.” She said as she jumped on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.

We haven’t really been having sex lately cause she’s been busy with work and my coach been on my ass about practice. We finally got to chill last night, but I ended leaving and that’s why she got mad.

She was mad at me for having that party when I left her house. I’m sorry but I wanted to turn up. I literally sit in the house and cuddle with Winter almost everyday so I don’t understand why she got mad. I hardly go out and party. It’s New Years, I didn’t wanna sit in the house.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved spending time with her. She was my fucking baby. It’s just that, I wanted to get fucked up and she doesn’t drink nor smoke. I even invited her to come with me so we could vibe together, but she hated being around big crowds of people. She was shy as hell. I wish she would grow outta that.

“I got you later on. All you had to do was ask.” I smirked as I laid back so she could actually sit on top of me.

“Shut up, I should’ve left your ass in 2016 cause you really had me messed up last night.” She said causing me to chuckle.

“You coming to the game Sunday?” I asked resting my hands behind my head. I know she’s been busy as hell lately with work so I won’t be mad if she said no. I think she got off early that day that’s why I asked.

“Yea, I took off.” She smiled as mines faded. I knew her job was important as hell to her so I didn’t want her taking off for me.

“Baby you ain’t have to do that.”

“It’s fine babe.” She said before giving me a small kiss. Now I know I had to bring my A game since my baby was watching me play. I couldn’t lose in front of her, that was embarrassing.

“Still want me to fuck you? I’m lowkey hungry.” I asked her. I ain’t ate all day and I was starving. Well, I ate like an hour ago but I was still hungry.

“No, I’m on my period remember.” She admitted as I sucked my teeth. I had forgot she said that. No wonder she had this attitude. I had on all white and here she was sitting on my lap.

“Winter I swear to God if there’s one drop of blood on my pants.” I told her as I picked her up and placed her on the floor. Checking to see if there was blood on my pants, I smiled when I came up with nothing.

After she slept in my practice jersey one night and got blood on it, I made sure I bought her the biggest pads there are. We ain’t having no more mishaps over here.

“Boy ain’t nothing gonna get on you since you bought me these bulky ass pads. I’m about to go make something to eat.” She said as she put on some socks and made her way to the kitchen.

Following after her, I ended up just sitting on the couch. Jaylen’s bored ass was still here. I thought he been left. We was up in my room for bout an hour and a half so I don’t know what he been doing.

“Babe, you got pickles?” I heard Winter ask from the kitchen. Before I could reply to her, Jaylen beat me to it.

“No because I ate them. You ask for pickles every where you go.” He said as she sucked her teeth. They had a love and hate relationship. One minute they was taking up for each other then the next, they were arguing.

It was true though, she did ask for pickles literally every where we went. We could go to a funeral, and she’d ask for pickles.

“But was I talking to you Jaylen?” She asked as she came into the living room and stood in front of him. Nobody took her serious when she was mad, because she’s small as hell.

“Doesn’t matter cause I was talking to you Snow.” He always called her Snow to make her mad.

“Odell, you’re not gonna say anything?” She held her mouth open in shock. They wasn’t even giving me a chance to speak.

“Nah he not cause that’s my man.” Jaylen said as he kicked his feet up on the table. If Robyn was in here, she’d be fussing at his ass hard as hell for that.

“Gay bitch.” I chuckled as he waved me off. Looking up at Winter, she was mugging Jaylen the whole time.

“Baby, I’ll go buy you some more pickles now come here.” I told her, trying to prevent them from arguing. I knew she was bound to yell at him.

“I’m starving.” She sighed as she came and sat down next to me.

“Y'all just too cute.” Jaylen said as he started recording us but Winter got up so fast.

“Damn, you got hoes or something?” I laughed as she waved me off. “No, I can’t be on nobody’s snap looking dusty. My braids old as hell.” She said as Robyn came down from her room.

“Hey girl!” Winter squealed. She’s been in her room all day so I knew something was up with her. Knowing her, she wasn’t gonna tell me.

“Hey, I’m about to go to the gas station for snacks. Wanna tag along?”

“Yea might as well go find me a new man at the gas station since Jaylen took O from me.”

“Stop playing wit me.” I told her.

“Bye, I love you.” She said as she and Jodie left before I could even say it back.

“Nigga you in love.” Jaylen said as he put his phone down. I been dating Winter since my LSU days and I had the biggest crush on her forever before that. I didn’t even think she’d like me, but here we are now. She’s mean as hell, but I know she cares about me. She’s been there for me when I was at my lowest points. Hell yea I was in love.

“Yea nigga.” I laughed as he joined with me. “I’m happy for you bro, you growing up.” He stated as I nodded. I was really maturing. Having hoes use to excite me, but now I could care less about that shit.

“I feel like shit bruh.”

“Cause you ain’t shit..” I joked but he didn’t laugh so I knew he was serious. If this nigga says something about smoking Ima slap him.

“Nah foreal, bro.”

“Why?” I asked, giving him my full attention.

“I fucked ole girl.” I don’t think I heard him correctly if he said he fucked ole girl. Ole girl was one specific girl that only we had a name for.

“YOU WHAT?!” I yelled, standing up. I knew Jay’s history with her. She was cool but that nigga was way into the relationship more than she was. I kept telling him to leave her alone cause she just wanted to play him but he never listens. Him fucking her just proves that she got him wrapped around her finger. I don’t see how he still loved her after what she was doing while he was locked up.

“I smashed her bruh..” he groaned as he ran his hands over his face.

“What happened?” I sighed.

“She came over crying so I fucked her to sleep.” He stated plain and simple as I chuckled and shook my head in disappointment.

“Bruh, you gotta stop falling for her shit. That girl be using you.” I told him for the 10000000th time. I guess he just gone have to find out the hard way.

“I wasn’t even gone let her in at first but she started crying and you know I’m a bitch when she start crying.” He explained causing me to roll my eyes.

“Fuck that, let that hoe cry.”

“You right, you right.” He said as he sat up.

“You my brother, I can’t let you be out here looking dumb. You too cute for that.” I joked as he looked over at me and busted out laughing.

“Fam,” He paused to cough, flicking me off. The door opened, and Robyn and Winter were back.

“I’m back! And Jaylen you better not ask for my pickles!” Winter smiled as she started smacking on the pickle she was eating.

“Damn did y'all fly? Quick ass trip y'all took.” Jaylen asked.

“Nah I’m a beast when it comes to driving.” Winter stuck her tongue out as I sucked my teeth.

“Girl please, you gone have bout 5 tickets in the mail Odell cause she ran hella red lights.” Robyn said as my smile fell.

“What? Who told you to drive my car?” I asked as Winter tried to look the other way. That’s probably why she left in a rush cause she grabbed my keys. I never let her drive my car cause she’s literally the worst driver ever. Jaylen drives better than her and he barely knows how.

“I love you.” She said hugging me, trying to change the subject. I’ll talk to her about that shit later.

“I love your hard headed ass too.” I kissed her forehead, pulling her closer to me.

“Must be nice.” Robyn sang in the same tone as Lyfe Jennings causing all of us to laugh. “Nah foreal.” Jaylen mumbled as Rob looked over at him. When he looked at her, she looked away. What the hell?

“I-I’m bout to go, I just remembered that I gotta finish these designs.” Jaylen stuttered as he got up and went straight for the door.

“What was that?” I asked Robyn as she shrugged, putting a hand full of fruit snacks in her mouth.

“Awww, he got nervous when Robyn looked at him.” Winter smiled as she waved her off.

“Rob, you wanna go to the movies wit me and Winter?” I asked as I stood up because I knew Robyn hated staying here alone. Plus, we all been dying to see Almost Christmas. Hopefully that bitch was still in theaters.

“Yea, let me get my coat.” She said as she ran up to her room. I knew we were about to have fun. Especially since we were going to IHOP afterwards. Jaylen missing out.

Robyn

It was about 7am, and here I was wide awake cleaning. I loved cleaning up. It made me… calm. Plus, living with Odell you have no choice but to clean. He can be messy sometimes but most of the time, he’s a neat freak. It always had to spotless around here. I didn’t mind though.

He was the best brother anyone could ask for. He wasn’t my blood brother, but I still considered him as family. We were tight as hell back then and we still are now.

“Why it’s always cold over here? Damn, I’m bout to go home.” I heard Jaylen’s voice. He was always over here, like 24/7.

I hated that they were so close, because that meant that I had to see him all the time. I felt like the biggest dumb ass for kissing him that night. I’m normally not even that comfortable with people I barely know, so I don’t know why I did that.

Pushing the thought of him to the back of my head, I slid into a pair of shorts because I was about to go take the trash out. “Oh shit,” I smirked to myself in the mirror as I struggled to pull my shorts over my butt.

“Girl, let me find out you trying to get thick.” I mumbled to myself sticking my tongue out as I turned around to look at my butt. Had to be all the soul food I been eating lately.

Finally getting them to come over my butt, I turned the light off in the bathroom and made my way into the living room. I was met with some loud music blasting throughout the living room.

“Girl, nobody care about that ugly ass promise ring Odell got you years ago.” I heard Jaylen say to Winter while I laughed to myself.

She always flashed her ring and acted as if they were married but I found it really cute. If someone gave me a promise ring, I’d do the same thing tbh.

“Shut your lonely ass up. You need a fucking girl friend, miserable ass.” Winter barked at him as he waved her off. He completely ignored her and turned his music back up.

“Damn, that’s that bump.” I heard Jaylen say. I hate the fact that he just left me yesterday.

“Nigga I just got some food from this bad ass joint up the street, I had to save you some!” I heard him yell out as he started walking towards Odell. He looked at me, but then looked away when he noticed I was looking at him.

He’s been acting as if I didn’t exist ever since I kissed him that one night. I don’t even know why I did that. To be honest, he was just looking so good at the moment and I thought it was the right thing to do since we were vibing. There was something telling me to kick him out when he came in my room in the first place. I’m tired of niggas tbh. They’re so stressful.

“You a real one.” I heard Odell laugh as they both walked out of the living room and went into the kitchen.

“Shit’s bomb.” I heard Odell say with with a mouth full of food. He ate at least 100 times a day. If he didn’t work out everyday, he’d be as big as a house.

“Rob, you want some of this?!” He yelled out as I looked back to see him and Jaylen looking at me. I noticed that he shaved his struggle beard.

“No.” I yawned.

Sighing out of relief, I got up to stretch. My throat was pretty dry, I could use some orange juice or something.

Walking over to the kitchen, I sucked my teeth once I seen the grease from their fingers dropping onto the floor. I literally just cleaned up when I woke up this morning. Shaking my head, I opened the refrigerator and seen all types of other drinks but my orange juice. Weird, because I just put some in here this morning.

Looking over towards these two pigs, I scrunched up my face once I seen Jaylen drinking out of my orange juice like he payed for it. “I know you not drinking out of my juice.” I said as I walked over to him.

“Lol.” He said as he stopped drinking it. “I ain’t know it was yours girl, chill wit da attitude.” He said smiling.

Something was seriously wrong with this dude.

“You’re buying me another one.” I told him as I rolled my eyes and left to go to my room. I haven’t cleaned it up yet. I cleaned everything else up, but I was saving my room for last.

“Hey um, yo brother told me to ask if you wanted to go workout with us.” He said breathlessly. I watched as the sweat dropped down his chest and abs. His lips were just moving and moving but I didn’t hear a thing. I was too caught up in how good he looked. Why did he have to be such a dick? This man was so beautiful.

“Yea, I’ll be out in a sec.” I assured him as I got up to grab my workout gear. I’ve been meaning to workout for the longest.

“Bet.” He said before shutting the door. Changing into my clothes, I grabbed my beats before leaving my room.

“Come on, you ain’t going hard enough.” Jaylen said clapping, causing me to roll my eyes. I was over here on my death bed. We’ve been here for 3 hours and he’s been yelling at me the whole time. I was surprised that he was even talking to me.

“Take five, you should be ashamed of yourself.” He shook his head at me as I flicked him off.

“Might as well go get yourself a pork chop basket from JoJo’s while you at it.” He said sarcastically. I wanted to slap him so bad right now. He’s been talking shit this whole time.

“I’m feeling great.” Odell smiled as he took off his shirt full of sweat. They both were training me and working out and neither of them were tired.

Giving up my dream of wanting abs, I reached in my purse and grabbed my Reeses. I’ve been saving this for a week and right now I deserved it.

“You real lazy.” He chuckled as he started to drink some his water. It felt so good outside right now. It wasn’t too cold nor hot.

“I ain’t lazy, I’m just not no body builder like you and O.” I said as he side eyed me before laughing.

“Robyn, you staying wit Jaylen or coming wit me?” Odell asked as he pulled up in front of Jaylen and I.

“You can go without me..” I told him as he nodded before pulling off. I should’ve gave him my phone, because I have no where to put it.

“Come hoop wit me, you look like you hoop.” He tapped me as I shook my head no. I did used to hoop in high school, but I stopped when I broke my leg.

“This ain’t love and basketball.” I said as he sucked his teeth. “You lucky I even asked you to play.” He muffed me as he ran to the court.

Watching him move back and forth on the court made me wonder if he had on some type of boxers underneath his shorts. I’m just gone assume that he didn’t, cause his lil Vienna sausage was swinging every where.

“Stop looking at my dick, girl.” I heard him say as he made a shot.

“I wasn’t looking at that little-”

“Little where?” He asked as he reached in his shorts before pulling it out. Gasping, I turned away before dying of laughter. I’ve never met someone so bold in my life.

“I’m bored, I’m bout to start picking people up now.” He said as he clicked into the Uber app like he didn’t just pull his dick out.

“Wow, is this what you do for a living?” I asked, confusingly. He had a nice ass car, so I knew this wasn’t what he did.

“No, I’m an artist.” He mumbled, making a million questions pop up in my head. He seemed like his life was interesting.

“What kind?”

“None of your business Ms. Nosey. What do you do for a living? Host parties?”

“Design clothes.” I smiled as he looked over at me like I was lying. I didn’t have to prove anything to him so I didn’t really care if he thought I was lying or not. He better go pick up a Vogue magazine, and look at what these celebs were wearing and check for my name.

“You got some big ass lips.”

“Looks who’s talking.” I laughed. People stayed telling me that my lips were big like I didn’t know that already. It runs in my family.

“Where you from?".” He asked.

“Just sit back and be quiet I ain’t here to play 21 questions.” I mimicked him from the first day he gave me a ride. He was rude as hell. I’m still waiting on my damn apology.

“My bad, you was being mad annoying that night and I was frustrated.” He apologized. Well I guess that was his way of apologizing.

“Is that how you normally act?” I asked, not understanding why he’s so popular if he acted like a dick all the time.

“Yea..”

“Why?” This guy was so interesting.

“I don’t like talking to people that much. That’s why I left when you kissed me, because you caught me off guard. I wasn’t ready for that.”

“I’m so sorry for that Jaylen, seriously. You don’t ever have to worry about that again.” I apologized as he waved me off.

“It’s cool, you good.”

“So we’re cool now?” I asked, holding my fist out for him to pump.

“I don’t know bout all that yet.” He stated as I slowly put my hand back down. Damn, second L that I done took with this dude. I’m just gonna let him do all the talking cause he’s confusing as hell. I see that he’s one of those guys that’s scared of commitment.

“Now you made it awkward.” I spoke up as he looked over at me and laughed.

“You party a lot? You look like you like to turn up. I never seen you not smiling or talking.”

“Not really.. and cause I’m a happy person.” I cheesed.

“Must be nice, I don’t know shit about that.” He chuckled bitterly.

“You’re not happy?” I asked, not really surprised. I could tell he wasn’t by the way he was acting when I first met him. Nobody should be that rude to a person.

“Not really. How can I be happy when I don’t have a mother and constantly keep getting played by a girl that I really love? My life sucks.” He huffed.

“Look, you may not be able to fix that but you’re freaking blessed. Look on the bright side of things. That’s something to be happy about. Whatever you’re going through, talk to God about it. Better days are coming.”

“You think that’ll help?” He asked as stopped at a red light.

“I know it will. I was at a really low point in my life when my parents died. I hated the world. I wasn’t happy at all, but I started talking to God everyday and started to realize that every thing happens for a reason and he doesn’t put us through anything that we can’t handle. Tell you what, how about you come to O’s place tonight and I’ll help you.” I explained, giving him an assuring smile. I loved helping people.

“Um… definitely.” He said as a smile spread across his face.

I guess this was a start.

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