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finnyboywolfhard · 3 years ago

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Kiss It, Make It Better

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

summary: Y/N craves smoking with someone new, so who better than Steve Harrington.

A/N: this is based solely on the ‘it’s only marijuana’ line in season three bc i am in love with stoner!Steve

warnings: drugs <3, cursing, fluff

word count: 2.4k

Y/N and Dustin had the routine since Y/N got her license, that once a month they would have a sibling drive, in which they would drive around with the sole intent of getting caught up with one another. Given all the shit they had been through over the past few years, it naturally became their own special form of therapy. The Events of Starcourt on the Fourth of July and the days prior were once again weighing heavily on the two during their first drive since.

“What was it like being drugged?” Dustin asked, his curiosity weaving its way into his voice.

“Weird. It kinda felt like everything was the best thing ever, but it also came at the worst time. It was also weird that it was with Steve Harrington and Robin.”

“Is it like weed?”

“Is it like what?” Y/N knew the answer, it was no, but she had no idea why her little brother was deciding to ask her that in that exact moment.

“When you guys were drugged, I kept asking Steve if he did drugs, and he said that he only did marijuana. I wanted to know if they were comparable. So, is it like weed?”

“First off Dusty, you don’t ‘do’ marijuana, you smoke it. And secondly, I’m not answering that question, you can save that query for Steve.” Steve. Y/N had a lot of thoughts about him, it was interesting to hear about him from the rumors in high school in comparison to how she saw him act regularly. And ever since she started smoking to calm herself down, she has craved smoking with someone other than Robin, maybe Steve was worth a shot.

“Speaking of Steve, he said he might be over a lot over the next few nights while his parents are away, just so you know.”

“Oh? Is he coming tonight?”

“No, not tonight. He isn’t off work till 9 and mom doesn’t want him coming an hour before my dumbass bedtime— I still don’t get why she just NOW gave me a bedtime while you don’t even have a curfew.” Her brother started rambling, but all she could pay attention to was that he was going to be home alone tonight. Would it be that crazy of her to show up after all the trauma they had been through over the past 3 years?

“It’s because I’m legally an adult, so she’s treating me as such, and you’re just going into high school, she wants you to be safe. But okay, guess we’ll just have to see him soon.” The two drove around for a while longer before returning home. As the hours in between past, Y/N glanced towards her bookshelf, in which held a hidden stash of weed. She could always tell her mom she was just going to Robin’s, she would never try to prevent Y/N from seeing Robin.

She walked toward the bookshelf with soft footing, and with a gentle touch she plucked the hard covered book from the shelf. Inside lay two pre rolled joints she bought from her dealer and some bud Murray had snuck her after Hopper’s memorial. She snapped the book closed and tossed the book gently onto her bed. She put on a zip up hoodie and packed a fake sleepover bag. The books spine crackled gently as the cover was opened just enough for her to grab the pre-rolls out and into her pocket.

With backpack slung over her shoulders and her hands tucked securely in her pockets, Y/N strolled casually into the living room where her mother sat, as the minutes ticked quicker and quicker past 9:30–he was definitely home by now.

“Hey mom! Inhope you don’t mind but I’m gonna head over to Robin’s.”

“Oh! Did she call? I didn’t even hear the phone!”

“Oh no! She didn’t!” Y/N let in a gulp, she didn’t think this through. “She asked me a few days ago to come over tonight if I wanted to, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go until a little bit ago.”

“Ah, sounds like you, Do you wanna call her before you head over?” Claudia stood from her seat and began moving and motioning towards the phone.

“No!’ Y/N shrieked at her mother, who turned confusedly towards her. “Her mom goes to bed early and I told her that if I was gonna come it would be between 9 and 10, she assumes I’m coming, but I do really gotta get going.” Y/N glanced nervously at the clock, it was getting later and later and there comes a time where it’s a little uncomfortable to show up. Claudia glanced to the clock as well.

“Okay Y/N/N, you better get going.”

“Bye mom—“

“—Drive safe, be careful, I love you.”

“I love you too mom.” Y/N said as she practically ran to her car. She turned her car on and began the drive towards his house, not even thinking twice about where she was going until the car came to a park in his driveway.

“Shit!” Y/N yelled at herself. She yelled at herself for being weird and for showing up unannounced. She calmed herself down by saying, “who wouldn’t want someone showing up with free weed? Don’t overthink it.” She pulled in a complete, deep breath and walked hesitantly to the door. Three knocks sounded off the door, her breath fluttering ever so slightly as she let her hand fall to her side. Footsteps could be heard from the opposite side of the door, stepping closer and closer by the second. The doorknob turned and Y/N’s attention snapped up to meet the gaze of the boy at large.

“Hey Y/N, what’re you doing here?” Steve asked delightfully surprised. Her hand reached inside her pocket to pull one of the two joints. She lifted it from her pockets to where he could see it.

“Got a light?” She asked with a smirk.

After finding a lighter, the two made their way to his backyard. They sat parallel to one another in their chaise chairs. Y/N flicked the lighter a few times before sparking up the first joint of the night. She pulled a large huff in and held it as she passed the joint to Steve. He took in a long drag, holding the joint in front of him to inspect it after he hit it. A few seconds after Y/N had released her hit, Steve started coughing a bunch.

“Jesus Y/N, where the hell did you get this?” Steve said through the gasps for air.

“Good shit, huh?” Y/N joked as she inhaled another hit. The two fell into a rhythm of passing it back and forth as conversation allowed itself to flood the air.

“So what made you come here Y/N?” Steve pondered towards the girl.

“Dusty started asking me about when we were drugged, and apparently you told him you smoked weed. And, as much as I love Robin, I need someone new to smoke with, and you’re not AWFUL to hang out with.” Y/N explained, with sarcasm dripping from the last sentence.

“Wow, I feel so touched. Truly, I feel like the luckiest man alive. THE Y/N Henderson chose ME to smoke with. Best day of my life.” Steve rambled on, matching the sarcastic tone Y/N started with. The two laughed for a bit together, before Y/N spoke through the giggles.

“I am sorry for just showing up, I just didn’t know how to ask.”

“What? Am I that scary?”

“You’re THE King Steve, you’re the coolest, hottest guy at Hawkins. I was so intimidated by your male wiles. I am begging at your feet Steve Harrington.” Y/N mocked other girls she had witnessed in Hawkins. “No you’re not scary, I just couldn’t bring myself to say ‘Hey Steve, want to do some drugs with me?’ on our family phone, it didn’t feel right.” Steve let out a chuckle and a ‘fair enough’. It fell silent for a moment as the joint had its final hits taken from it.

“Why haven’t we hung out before? I mean away from all the traumatizing shit.” Steve asked slowly as he let himself sink down into the chair.

“Different friend groups before it all and then after and during it all, I didn’t and don’t want to impede on you and Dustin’s time. Plus neither of us have asked each other anyway.”

“That’s not true, I invited you to the movies that one day you stopped into scoops alone.”

“Yeah after I had already told you I was babysitting that night, you didn’t even ask to reschedule.”

“Yes I absolutely—didn’t. I didn’t.” Steve said, confidence dissipating. Y/N couldn’t help but focus to each small feature of his face one by one. Sure, she had looked at him but she never looked at him. He really was beautiful.

Jokes and stories were told between the two, laughter and exaggerated stories filled the bubble they put themselves in. In those moments, there was no one else in the world but Steve and Y/N.

“And that’s how Mike Wheeler broke his finger in our backyard.” Y/N let out through a fit of giggles. Steve clutched his stomach as he let himself fall back into the chair from the gut busting laughter Y/N had sent him into. As he got more comfortable, he glanced down at his watch. His eyes bulged at the time.

“Holy shit.” He said flustered, eyes never leaving the watch face.

“What? What time is it?”

“It’s almost 2 A.M.”

“Oh damn…” Y/N said, a dangerously fun smile finding its way to her face. Her hand reached towards the second joint in her pocket. “So this would be of no interest to you?” Steve’s squinted eyes opened just a peep. He let out a long whine.

“I think I’m too high to even move…but that looks so good.” Y/N looked between him and the joint. She noticed space for her to sit on the edge of his chair, and placed herself there. She placed the joint between her lips and gave it a light, waiting for the rolling paper burn down to the weed. From between her lips, she pulled the joint between her fingers and held it gently up to his. He took in a pull, never once releasing eye contact. With each consecutive hit, the distance between them drew closer and closer, eventually leaving their faces merely inches apart. Her fingers were so far back on the joint, they grazed his lips as he took in one of the final hits. Her fingers tingled from his touch. She glanced towards his eyes, his meeting hers already. The air around them went still and quiet. Their eyes were locked on each other, contact never wavering as their bodies moved towards one another like a magnet. His eyes stayed put on hers as his voice fell in the air.

“Give me one more.” Her hand lifted lightly and placed itself at his lips once more. The joint glowed a bright red as he inhaled the smoke. Y/N was so enraptured by his beauty, she didn’t notice the joint burning down to a nub. She watched as a cloud of smoke was blown from his lips and into the sky, before the heat had finally reached her touch.

“Son of a bitch!” She exclaimed as she dropped the roach to the ground. She lifted her fingers to her mouth, attempting to ease the burning feeling. The burn wasn’t bad, just a little redness but it didn’t hurt any less.

“Hey, let me see it.” Steve’s tone was much gentler now as he lifted her hand into his own. He raised her gently by her wrist to examine the burnt fingers. He delicately placed the burnt fingers to his lips and gave them a tiny little kiss.

“Kiss it, make it better.” He whispered, just barely audible to her ears. That’s what was so shocking about Steve, his heart was so filled with love and care. He did his best to make everyone feel protected, even if his popular guy persona overshadowed it at times.

“How are you so perfect?” Her voice came out quietly. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at her once more and without much thought, he closed the distance. The kiss was gentle and loving, but clearly stoked by passion. His lips upturned into a smile. She leaned back and traced her fingers across her lips. Just to make sure she didn’t imagine it, she pulled the boy towards her by the collar and planted one more kiss on him—and she noted that he kissed back with the same fervor.

“I have a crush on you Steve Harrington.” She said, hiding her blushing face from the boy. He turned her face towards him as he confessed,

“I’ve had a crush on you for like 3 months.”

“You have?”

“Yeah.” He said, his thumb gently grazing her cheek.

“Why?”

“Dustin talks about you enough, and I—uh I remembered all the times you’ve kicked ass over the past few years and it just kinda…happened. Who wouldn’t want someone as smart, badass, and beautiful as you?” He rambled our haphazardly, a blush forming across his cheeks as well.

“Steve…”

“Oh god, that was embarrassing, am I blushing? I feel like I’m blushing. fuck me.” Steve started rambling.

“Hey! It’s not embarrassing, it’s cute.” Y/N explained, but it didn’t seem to help. An idea flashed in her mind. “Oh no! You are so embarrassing, I am embarrassed. Ew, guess I

I’ll just have to close my eyes! I hope that embarrassing Steve Harrington doesn’t kiss me!” The sarcastic tone from earlier returning once more. A chuckle bubbled past Steve’s lips. He once more laid one on her, this time—a little bit more passionate than the past.

Y/N nuzzled herself into Steve’s side on the small beach chair they were on. The air sat comfortably still in that moment, the two reeling from the overwhelming emotions they had just felt. Quiet giggles pierce the air as Y/N studies her fingers.

“It worked.” She said matter of factly.

“What worked?”

“After you kissed it, I haven’t thought about it since. You made it better.” Y/N spoke melodically. Steve planted a kiss to the top of her head and pulled her closer in to him.

“Kiss it, make it better.” He repeated once more.

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writers-block246 · 4 years ago

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Can I request a Thorin piece where she’s a part of the company and one night they’re sitting on watch together and she kills an orc scout or something and he’s just like omg I love her? Please and thank you

Here it is, I hope you like it! Sorry for the delay, I’ve been in a little bit of a slump lately :( But I’m back now!

Notes: Italics are thoughts and emphasis

This ended up being longer than I thought it would lol

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Pledging your loyalty to Thorin Oakenshield’s Company came easy to you. Fending off groups of orcs and dealing with the dwarf himself’s moodiness, however, proved to be not as easy.

While you admired Thorin’s mission and determination, you found yourself skirting around him in order to avoid his scathing remarks. You were convinced the king-to-be loathed your entire being, with his mutterings of how you needed to be protected and his tendency to force you into the middle of the group when danger arrived.

It was simple, to you, really. He didn’t think you worthy of being a member of his company. He thought you weak and unskilled, so weak, in fact, that he believed the other dwarfs had to be your protectors.

You were sick of it. After all, Gandalf wouldn’t have encouraged Thorin to allow you to join him in his journey if you weren’t an asset. Gandalf believed in you, and you believed in yourself.

Now if only Thorin could.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of raucous laughter. Blinking your eyes rapidly, you zoned in on the joyful dwarfs sitting around the fire. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of their happiness, as it was quite contagious. Your smile dimmed quickly, though, when your gaze landed on striking blue. Tearing your eyes from his, you continued eating your dinner.

Thorin frowned as he watched you avoid his line of sight. Truthfully, he didn’t know how he felt about you. You were constantly defying his orders and putting yourself in the line of fire, which irritated him to no end. He admired your bravery, but yet, for reasons unknown to him, he found himself wishing to keep you out of harm’s way.

“Remind me, lads, who’s on watch tonight?” Balin questioned.

“I believe it’s our dear Y/N, here,” Glóin replied.

You chimed in: “Aye, it’s my turn tonight.”

You heard a scoff sound from the group. You weren’t shocked to find the sound came from the King under the Mountain.

“Absolutely not.”

A bolt of annoyance shot down your spine. Steeling yourself, you made eye contact with the grumpy dwarf. “I joined this company to be helpful. I will serve my turn on watch just as everyone else has. It is only fair.”

Thorin grunted. “It’s completely unnecessary.”

You were, frankly, fed up with his behavior. You found him to be condescending and rude. Clenching your jaw, you growled: “Tell me, Thorin Oakenshield, do you think me incapable? Do you think me too weak or, perhaps, too stupid to fulfill my duty to this company? To your company?”

You knew your questions were bold, and maybe even disrespectful to the dwarf king, but you couldn’t help it. For months, you dealt with his strange, and sometimes even offensive, conduct. He never allowed you to prove yourself or to show off your combat skills. It felt as if you served no purpose in his company, only to be protected like some child.

Thorin Oakenshield, for once in his life, found himself speechless. He grasped for an answer, and finally settled on: “I never said that.”

You gave a bitter laugh. “You might as well have.”

You didn’t give him a chance to reply. Instead, you stalked off into the forest, as you needed to cool off.

Who does he think he is? Well, minus the whole ‘king’ thing. I’ve trained for years in combat, and I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself and others, including Mr. Grumpy himself!

You sighed, and plopped down heavily on a log. You just wanted to sleep and forget the past 30 minutes of your life, as they only proved what you already knew: Thorin didn’t believe in you and your abilities.

You don’t know why that hurt so bad.

You groaned. Sleep wouldn’t be coming any time soon, as you still had the night watch.

You groaned again when another realization came to mind: I’m going to have to see Thorin again. Ugh, it’s totally too soon to have to face him.

It was unspoken knowledge that Thorin, no matter who’s turn it was, sat in on night watch. Any night that he wasn’t completely exhausted, any member of the company could find him sitting awake, piercing eyes looking for any sign of danger.

The other dwarfs, minus Balin of course (for the most part), joked that he had to ‘make sure it was getting done right.”

But you saw it for what it really was.

Thorin cared.

He cared so much, in fact, that he put his own health on the line to ensure everyone’s safety.

You found his concern endearing, though that didn’t make it any easier to face him at the moment. You huffed and pulled yourself off of the log.

Well, let’s get this over with.

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Thorin’s face was settled into what seemed to be a permanent scowl as he scanned the darkness before him. He had angered you, that much was clear. What wasn’t clear, however, was how you came to such outrageous conclusions. He didn’t think you weak or unintelligent at all. In fact, your quick thinking had gotten all of them out of trouble more than once.

But he had made you feel that way. He had made you feel unworthy. And he hated himself for it. He never wanted to hurt you. All he ever wanted was to keep you safe.

Thorin was so caught up in his self-hatred that he failed to notice your arrival.

Flopping down next to him, you intended to ignore his presence for the entirety of the night.

Thorin, however, had other plans.

“You truly believe I see you in such a way? That I think you weak and stupid?”

“I have no reason to believe otherwise.”

“How can you say that? I have done nothing to make you come to such conclusions!” He growled angrily.

You took a steadying breath. “Have you not? You refuse to let me fight. Instead, you and the others act as if I’m a child in need of protecting.”

Thorin lowered his gaze to the ground. “We-I- never intended to make you feel that way.”

You softened a little at this. It appeared as if his hardened exterior form earlier was falling to pieces. “Thorin, it’s oka-“

“No, no it’s not. I apologize, Y/N.”

You smiled. “I appreciate that, Thorin.”

“I mean it, lass. I-“

“Thorin, be quiet.” You whispered hurriedly.

“What? I’m trying to apologize to you and you’re telling me to be quiet?”

You gave an annoyed sigh. “Yes, Thorin, I’m telling you to be quiet.”

“I don’t underst-.” He was cut off by a sharp gust of air flowing past his ear.

Locking eyes with you, he realized that your axe was no longer in your hand. Looking behind him, he saw an orc corpse laying on the ground.

Thorin, twice now in a span of a few hours, was speechless. He hadn’t even realized that there was an orc behind him, and yet you had. Not only that, but you had managed to kill said orc scout quickly and efficiently.

“That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

Blushing, you said: “It wasn’t that big of a deal. He was coming up behind you. Anybody would have done the same.”

He shook his head. “It is a big deal. You’re right, I was being unfair to you by keeping you from the fight. Clearly, as you said, you can handle yourself and others, since you just saved my life.”

You gave a shy chuckle. “You’re making it a bigger deal than it is. I wouldn’t say I saved your life.”

Reaching over to grasp your hand, he said: “I would. I had no clue that orc scout was there. But you did. I-“

He cut himself off and seemed almost shy, avoiding your eyes. You could even swear there was a slight pink tint to his face.

“Thorin, what were you going to say?”

He hummed. “I just want to keep you safe, Y/N. I know it came off as me doubting your abilities, but I truly just never want to see you hurt.”

Realizing where this was going, you moved closer to the soon-to-be king, grasping his hand tighter in yours. “And why is that?”

He seemed to steel himself, spine straightening and confidence building. “I am quite fond of you, Y/N. I thought I made that clear. “

You giggled. “Not so much in the beginning, your highness. But, I can forgive that under one condition.”

He raised one thick eyebrow at you. “Oh? And pray tell, dearest, what is that?”

A blinding smile overtook your face as you came nose to nose to the dwarf. “Kiss me.”

He returned your smile. “I think I can do that.”

Your lips met his, and in between, only whispered ‘I love you’s’ existed.

-Admin Cheyenne :)

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mystic-deep · 4 years ago

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“You don’t know how to beg, darling.” part 2 | Nanami Kento x fem!reader

♡ ♡ ♡ description: Moving to your dream home had been more difficult than you had expected. Everything seems so be going well, until you get a surprise guest.

♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: nsfw, fingering, rough kissing, penetration, shower sex

♡ ♡ ♡ notes: part two is here! hope you guys enjoy it, I know I did while writing it haha and as always it's not proofread so please show mercy.

♡ ♡ ♡ part one here: “You don’t know how to beg, darling.”

♡ ♡ ♡ word count: 3.3 k

“It’s not too big but it’s not too small, and property is selling like crazy in this neighborhood, so I think you’re making a great investment!”

The real estate agent pulled in front of a modest looking house and offered you a hopeful grin. It had been almost a month since you were house hunting and nothing really fit with what you were looking for. Your dream home was proving to be quite an impossible task – either the property was good but it was too far from the beach, or the property was right on the beach but the house was a disaster. The ones that hurt the most? The houses that were just right but they were over budget.

“I don’t know, I’m not impressed.”

With pursed lips, you stepped out of the car and looked at the exterior wall of the house that clearly needed some good repairs. As you followed the agent through the metal gate and into the front garden, you had to admit that it at least had some nice flower arrangements and sturdy trees offered a pleasant shade.

“It has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a small study, a large kitchen equipped with all the newest gadgets, a garage and quite a cozy living room.”

As you stepped inside you had to admit that it looked much better that what the exterior had promised. The rooms were spacious enough, the main bedroom having a nice view of the beach and the kitchen was indeed equipped with everything you’d want a modern kitchen to have.

It might not have been perfect, there was definitely work to be done and the furniture it came with was hideous, but so far it was the best you’ve seen. However, just like you expected, it was over budget.

Sensing your indecisive state, like any good agent would, the young woman pushed you from behind towards the terrace. “Oh, but I haven’t showed you the best part yet!”

You gasped, you just stood there like an idiot and gasped as you stepped out on the terrace and looked straight at the sea in front of you. Forget being near the beach, you were literally on the beach! There was a small wooden trail leading to the golden sand and the blue waves, just a minute walk and you’d be submersed in the cool water.

“Imagine waking up to this every morning and imagine reading a book and drinking a glass of wine as the sun sets.” The devil on your shoulder, that’s what it felt like as she whispered almost seductively in your ear. You were impressed with her skill though - she definitely left the best part for last just to give it that wow factor.

Still, it was a going to drain almost all of your economies and - “The beach in front is private, you own it.”

“Where do I sign?”

The agent gave you a tight hug, more than happy to finally be rid of you, and dashed to the car where she happened to have a bottle of champagne prepared for the wonderful occasion. You thought to yourself that she either was so confident in her skills that she will convince you to buy this house, or prepared to get drunk after yet another failed attempt.

You looked back at the incredible blue sea and took a deep breath. It was scary, it was right down terrifying to jump head on into the unknown and with no current financial stability. You still had a regular income from your previous job since your boss pretty much refused to let you go, but you had half of your responsibilities and obviously half the salary. You would be on a tight budget for the next few months, you had to see if the house needed any immediate repairs and you had to redecorate everything inside.

“And when will your husband be joining you?”

You were brought back to the harsh reality by the excited voice of the young woman who was now pouring the cheap champagne in plastic glasses.

“Soon…he still has some things he needs to take care of back home.”

Your heart began to tighten in your chest as your thumb gently rubbed the golden ring on your index finger. You were so used to wearing it that you simply put it on every morning like routine. When asked, you told everyone that you were still married because you felt you would be safer that way and because, technically, you still were.

After your last exchange of messages Nanami had not contacted you once. He didn’t sign the divorce papers and you were starting to think that hiring a lawyer just seemed inevitable at this point. You had been so caught up with the moving and the house hunting that you just pushed it in the back of your mind like some trivial matter that you’ll take care of once you got around.

“Well I’m sure he’s just going to love your new home! Here’s to a happy family!”

You took a sip from the champagne glass, quickly spitting the liquid back before the agent could see you, and looked outside the window. Family…you felt like you were a long way from achieving that, but owning your very own little piece of heaven in Malaysia sure made things easier.

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With a sigh you pulled the phone away from your ear as the whimpers of your boss were now scratching your eardrums. “No, I’m not coming back, we’ve talked about this hundreds of times already. Also, please stop crying.”

“And I’m telling you that you’ve offered them too much for such a small quantity of products. Last year when we made the purchase we offered them 30% less, what made them spike the prices so high this time around?” You poured the fresh coffee in your favorite mug and skillfully avoided stepping on your cat as you moved to place it on a tray.

“The bad economy has affected everyone not just them.” You propped your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you dropped a tablespoon of sugar in the coffee and began to stir. “Tell them that you’re going to offer them 10% more than what we offered last year and only if they increase the batch by 20%.” Your eyes narrowed slightly as you placed a book on the tray and a freshly baked pain au chocolat. “What do you mean what are you going to do with the rest of the products? Sell them to your competitors at double the price. Have I taught you nothing?”

Several minutes later, after somewhat managing to calm down the older man, you strolled down the wooden path to the beach where a large folding chair and a small table were waiting for you. You placed the tray on the table, sat down and took in the wonderful view in front of you. The weather outside was perfect and you decided to wear just a light summer dress that was slightly transparent.

You took a sip from your coffee and opened your book, deciding that this was a day for lazing around. It had been more than a month since you’ve finally finished with all the repairs and decorations but it was worth the long wait. Everything looked just perfect now, you had flexible working hours and you even managed to adopt a stray cat.

Yes, everything was perfect, everything was going great.

“Took me forever to find you.”

You looked up from your book and blinked once, blinked twice, and still couldn’t believe what you were seeing. There, hovering above you, stood Nanami with his blond hair and sharp blue eyes, with his sand colored pants and his white shirt with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, the golden band of the wedding ring shinning in the sun.

“What…How…When…” You didn’t even know how to phrase your shock. A part of you was hoping that you were hallucinating.

“It took me forever to convince your mother to talk to me. Then probably just as long to get her to tell me where you were. She’s not really good at remembering small details so she had no idea what your house looked like.” He huffed in annoyance before plopping down on the sand by your side. “Took me awhile to find the house.”

“How did you get in?”

“Strangely enough she remembered perfectly where the spare key was.” Betrayed by my own mother, you thought bitterly.

“Why are you here, Nanami?”

“Not Kento? From what I remember, you’re Nanami too.”

Your face began to burn with anger and sensing that you were on the verge of exploding, he quickly fished out of his pocket a folded paper.

“I’m not here to fight, I just came to give you this.” You took the piece of paper with trembling hands and opened it. The divorce papers, and they were signed. Finally, your marriage was over.

“You could have just mailed them to me.”

“I didn’t come all the way here just to hand you the papers, I also wanted to talk. You owe me that much after pulling that disappearing act.”

Your first intention was to protest, then again maybe listening to him rather than fighting back would make things end quicker. You offered him a little nod to continue.

“I don’t have excuses for cheating on you. No one seduced me, I searched for someone to bend to my will and I found her quickly. I wanted to feel needed…no, I wanted to feel like I was dominating.” His eyes looked down to his hands almost in shame. “You were working so hard, you were so ambitious, it felt like you could truly achieve our dream…while I had so little hope it was possible, it felt like you would leave me behind.”

You listened attentively to every word, trying your best not to let the anger get to you. Just bear with it, let him say whatever will make him feel better and then you won’t have to see him ever again. Although, now that he was in front of you, that thought was turning to be hell.

“I was jealous, I was jealous of the fact that I was no longer your priority. I feared the day you’d realize you didn’t really need me and that you could achieve everything by your own.”

“So you’ve cheated on me and said all those cruel things because you were insecure?” Your eyes became watery as your hands curled in tight fists. “Is this all you had to say? Because I think I’ve heard enough.”

“I’m sorry, y/n. I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused, I’m sorry for not being strong enough to make our dream come true. That day when you left me was also the day I ended my affair. If I could…but I can’t, so I guess that yeah, that’s all I had to say.”

He stood up and gently patted his pants to get rid of the sand before looking at you.

“For all it’s worth, I really like the house and I like the cat and-” His eyes traveled to your chest that was covered by the thin white material of the dress. “-I definitely like this dress.”

Your cheeks turned pink and your arms quickly went to cover the skin that felt so exposed. Taking advantage of your distraction, he reached for your legs and lifted you up, carrying you princess style, and began to walk towards the sea.

“W-What are you doing?”

You were met with silence as Nanami continued his march unbothered by your kicking and screaming.

“Wait! The water is pretty cold!” Despite your protest, he entered the icy blue water, trying his best to hide the little winces every time a small wave hit him.

“Nanami, if you drop me, I swear-”

“I thought you wanted me to let you down.”

“Oh you’ve let me down plenty of times already.”

With a small glare, he retrieved his arm making you fall unceremoniously in the cold water. You let at a shriek and realized in horror that the divorce papers that you were holding were now being washed away by the sea.

“Oh no, how very tragic.” Nanami’s smirk and sarcasm were the last straw, and you plunged yourself at him, knocking him down in the shallow water.

His eyes grew large and tried to fight you as you straddled him and pinned his arms above his head.

“Move.” His voice was low and dangerous but the adrenaline pumping in your veins made you immune.

“You don’t know how to beg, darling.” There were a series of emotions flashing in his eyes, from shock, to anger, to amusement and finally…sadness.

“But if I learn, will you take me back?”

You looked at him and time just seemed to stop. Right here, this moment, this bickering and playing in the water, this half wet half disheveled man, the way he looked at you, your clothes wet and sticking to your skin, sticking to each other…it was perfect.

Your lips crushed on his in a hungry kiss and he eagerly retuned it. With a quick movement, he wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted your body along with his. Effortlessly, you thought as you your legs wrapped around his waist and let yourself be carried inside the house.

“Bedroom.” You motioned to the small stairs that ledmk to the first floor and he pretty much jogged towards the room, all the while maneuvering splendidly your excited cat that thought it was time to play.

He closed the door behind you before his hand reached for the back of your head and pulled you in for another deep kiss. You both began to shiver, probably from the excitement of finally touching each other for so long but also because you were wet from head to toe.

“Undress.” He pulled slightly away and began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving you.

“You’re pretty monosyllabic today.” You ignored his annoyed expression and focused on removing your dress, but your hands froze on the waistband of your panties.

What were you doing? Was this enough? Was this all it took for you to forgive him and welcome him back with opened arms?

“I’ll help you remove these.” With a quick movement, he pulled down the piece of lingerie and tossed it on the ground where the rest of the clothes were. You didn’t even realize when he had backed you against the wall, but now here you were, trapped like last time, the only difference was that now you were both very much naked.

He was so close to you that your perked nipples were softly brushing against his bare chest. Slowly, he let his hand travel between your thighs and began to rub gently with his thumb. You inhaled deeply and looked down at his cock, hard and swollen and begging for attention. You wrapped your small hand around it and gave it a few gentle strokes, noticing how his brows began to furrow and sweat began to form on his forehead.

He was hard and more than ready to have you against the wall, and as his finger travelled to your folds, he realized you were wet and needy and more than ready to be taken.

Just as you were anticipating his fingers to enter you, he pulled away and took a few steps back. You were left there, the light of the morning sun shining on your naked body and looked at him in a quizzical way.

“Beautiful…you’re just so damn beautiful.” Your face felt red and hot and the lack of his touch made your body shiver.

Noticing your state, Nanami gently took your hand and guided you both to the bathroom, turning on the shower before letting you step inside.

You left out a sigh as the hot water washed over your skin and glanced over your shoulder as Nanami stepped inside as well, one hand resting on the shower tiles while the other rested on your hip.

“Hard and fast.” He whispered in your ear as you felt the tip of his cock probing at your entrance. “Hard and fast and then I promise…I’ll make it slow and good for you.” With that he entered you with a deep thrust and you let your head fall back in a silent scream.

He wasn’t joking when he said hard and fast, his hips were snapping into you at such a pace you were seeing stars. Your hands fell on the wet tiles, trying to hold your body from collapsing. It had been too long for the both of you so you understood the urgency of fucking you so intensely.

His hand travelled to your clit and began to rub it vigorously, making all your body tremble from head to toe. “Oh! K-Kento!”

“So we’re back to Kento now?”

You turned your head to look at him and arched a brow. “Do you want me to call you ‘daddy’?”

He pinched your clit hard and rubbed your left nipple with little mercy. “Would you like to call me that, princess?” His hand left your clit and landed a slap against your ass. “Although, I suggest next time you put a little more effort into it, just to avoid punishment.” He was grinning from head to toe, the damn bastard was enjoying every single second of this teasing.

Your mouth opened in order to argue back but you let out a loud moan as he began to push himself inside of you even deeper. So close, you were so close and he was hitting just that right spot. The warm water was falling on your already hot skin, the slaps that his hips made against your body were making lewd sounds that filled the whole bathroom, everything was foggy and your mouth felt dry.

“Fuck, I’m so close-” You could hear him mumble some other words but you were so far gone at this point that the only thing that you could concentrate on was your inevitable soul shattering climax.

“Oh god, please, please, Kento, I’m almost, I’m-” You let out a scream as you came around his swollen cock, nearly collapsing in the process. With his hand tightly fixated on your hips, Nanami slowed down for a moment, letting you regain some kind of composer before returning to a fast pace. You were so wet, you were squeezing him so tightly, your little moans and whimpers sent vibrations to his lower stomach, making him shiver.

“You’re just so perfect, my love. You’re always just so perfect for me to fuck.” A few more thrusts and his hands gripped with such force at your hips that you were sure he left bruises. You didn’t care at the very least, not when your husband had just let out the most primal growl you ever heard him making and his cock filled your hole with his delicious hot cum.

You both just stood there for a few seconds, your forehead resting on the slightly cool tile while Nanami kissed your shoulders before finally pulling out of you.

“Now that hard and fast is over…when am I getting slow and good?”

“Always so greedy.” He let out a light chuckle before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you.” Just like that, he let the words roll out of his mouth with such ease and looked at you with complete adoration.

“I love you too.” You turned around and let your hands gently caress his cheeks, the happiness of being able to say these words again making you feel light as a feather.

“Good, I’ll need you to love me a lot. There will be plenty of other ‘hard and fast’ sessions before this day is over.” And for once, you didn’t open your mouth to argue.

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acciocriativity · 4 years ago

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The bet || Harry Potter

Pairing: Fred Weasley and George Weasley x Platonic/Reader (Tiny not so tiny George Weasley x Reader)

Summary: You had a normal life at Hogwarts, until the Weasley twins decided they weren't going to leave you alone anymore, and what was the reason? You would give five galleons to anyone who knew the answer.

Word Count: 4,0k

It was still early, I was walking through the corridors towards the Great Hall when two red-haired figures appeared in my sight.

"Hey Y/N!", one of them waved cheerfully at me, I still had no idea which one. "Why do you suddenly look tall today?", the other said with a smile, which made me want to punch him.

"Why are you suddenly more annoying today? It sounds like a serious illness, so excuse me, I don't want to catch this", I walked as fast as I could so they couldn't keep up with me.

I could hear their laughter behind me and the whispering but decided not to pay attention to what was said, that would bring me more calmness.

And why do I basically run away from them? It is very simple.

One day I was just another Ravenclaw student, and the next day I had the attention of the most popular twins at Hogwarts.

They liked to tease me about absolutely everything, no matter if I was just sitting down reading or trying to concentrate in a class, one of them would find a way to annoy me.

I never tried to differentiate which was Fred and which was George, it made no difference, they both seemed equally annoying to me and knowing who is who was not going to guarantee me anything.

"Hey, wait. We have a deal for you", the tallest of them spoke with a grin plastered on his face as he walked up to me in stride.

"And why should I agree? Anything coming from you guys is pretty suspicious", I replied with my eyes screwed tight and crossed my arms.

"Because you can have your quiet time again, we won't tease you anymore as far as possible", the other said with a small smile and I stopped to think for a few seconds.

"Well, that sounds good enough, and what do I have to do? You're going to have to get something out of this, obviously", I still remained in the same position analyzing the two, who seemed to be enjoying themselves more every second.

"You'll have to guess who is who at the end of the day", one of them started and my face dropped at the same moment."Since we're nice, we'll just say it once", the other added.

"What if I don't succeed then? If there's a prank, I'm out."

"There won't be anything out of the ordinary, just an extra dose of us", I took a deep breath just imagining what my life would be like with these two following me around the castle. "So are you going to accept or not?", he raised an eyebrow.

I took a deep breath and looked away, a good opportunity had fallen into my hands but I would have the rest of my peace lost if I didn't win, which would be no small thing but a part of me was just screaming to accept it at once, the competitive part, the part that was going to win this little challenge.

"I accept, it won't be that hard", I replied with a smile, a wave of confidence built up inside me and I really thought it wouldn't be a problem at all.

"Okay then", they just walked past me and kept walking and if I could see my forehead, a big question mark would be hanging there, "Hey? You still have to tell me which is which, it was part of the deal", I said, taking a few steps behind them but they soon stopped and looked at me.

"Oh, you're so confident, do you really need us to tell you who's who?", I clenched my hands tightly to hold back the urge to kill him.

"Of course I don't need to but... HEY!It's not polite to leave a person talking alone", they had the audacity to walk off and wave at me on top of that.

7:30 a.m.

I wasn't going to get any help from them, why did I expect to get any? Obviously they don't want me to win but I will and they will have to swallow that. That's my new goal today, screw the herbology paper.

But now it would be more difficult, few people would know the difference, I would have to ask one of his friends or one of the other Weasleys who studied at Hogwarts.

I wasn't intimate with any of them but I had classes with some, we never spoke but I will change that today.

I just hope they actually tell me something useful, one of the twins could have easily told no one to help me and made everything even more difficult.

8:25 a.m

"Hey Kate, what's up?", I said with a smile just as she was about to pass me down the hall, it was really worth it to eat fast or I wouldn't have made it in time.

The expression on her face already told me everything, the same gleam in her eye that twins have when they are disturbing me, why do I get the impression that it won't be so easy?

"Good morning Y/N, do you need anything?", she said leaning against the wall with a mischievous smile that I chose to ignore. "Actually yes, you should already know, the Weasleys challenged me to set them apart and you as a friend should know how, anything is useful, anything really", I liked that she was direct because I could be too. I don't like wasting time with small talk, especially when I don’t have too much time.

"They actually told me it would happen, but they didn't tell me more details, what happens if you lose? Some kind of prank I bet.

"They will annoy me twice as much as they already do, I don't know how you manage to be friends with them, she stared at me for a few seconds and then grinned. "What?"

"I'll help you since you're asking me but maybe you'll soon see that it wouldn't be so bad to lose", I just nodded without really believing it would happen. "Fred is louder and generally more annoying, George is quieter and more careful. You can find out more by noticing for yourself, I'm going to get going, I want to practice a little before class begins", she pointed to the castle entrance.

"Thank you so much Kate, I'll owe you this one. See you later", I smiled and waved as she walked away from me after waving as well.

Now I know the basics but they might try to trick me, switch places or pretend to be the other one. I have to be prepared and there is only one way.

9:00 a.m

The bell rang and the halls filled with heads hurrying not to be late, especially the poor first year students heading for the dungeon. I could see some shaking on the way out of the Great Hall but my destination was completely different, I headed up the stairs along with the other forty years to Minerva's class.

There was no sign of any of the twins, if they had decided to skip this class my plan was destined to fail.

The class was about to start when the two of them entered without any hurry and I smiled internally for having kept an empty chair next to me, just in case.

"Are you gentlemen having a problem with your audition? The bell rang five minutes ago. This kind of behavior is not tolerated, Mr. Weasleys. Minus ten points for Gryffindor", her angry voice boomed, and no one seated dared to breathe.

"It won't happen again, professor", I was surprised not to hear any funny remarks as a comment and I'm sure she was too but didn't show it.

"Sit down and open your books, let's move one more step forward from yesterday's lesson...", she continued talking but I barely paid attention after one of them sat down next to me.

"So, you're George, you can tell me now that I already know", he looked a little surprised for a few seconds but soon regained his posture.

"How did you guess it? I didn't even say anything", he said looking at me intently and I just shrugged, I wasn't about to say since this is clearly a plus for me.

"That's a secret that will stay with me, it wasn't that hard", I commented, dipping my quill into the ink to start writing what Minerva was going over on the blackboard.

Behind us it was possible to hear Fred's excited whispers that I had learned to ignore after all these years. Now it seemed so much easier, it's not as if I hadn't noticed them both all this time, it's a bit impossible since they make themselves present everywhere.

We remained silent, since this is the only way I can concentrate. I even mentally thanked him for that, but it didn't seem to do any good today. My attention kept being drawn to the red-headed boy next to me, I couldn't help it.

Internally I blamed it on my will to win, because to do so I would have to pay more attention to him, that's all my body wanted to do, focus on George Weasley.

I only realized that I was crossing the line when I noticed that his cheeks started to take on a reddish tint and a shy little smile appeared. To make matters worse, there was Fred's giggles, who was watching everything with the best view; there was no way I could get away with this.

After this awkward moment, I forced myself to pay attention even though my desire was to get out of there, since he now decided to start watching me not as discreetly as he thought he was being. I was much better at that.

"Is there a problem?", I mustered up the courage to ask when it was already 15 minutes before the bell rang again.

I noticed him bite his lips and crack a small smile before looking forward again, "why would there be a problem?"

"You were looking at me", I answered quietly so as not to draw attention from the other students and especially from Minerva who was passing between the desks checking to see if everyone was practicing the spells correctly.

"You were looking at me before that, discretion is not your specialty, you know?", I was a few seconds without knowing how to answer that and in the meantime, I could see him savoring the fact that he had left me speechless.

"Yes, I was watching you to differentiate you better from your brother, and why were you looking at me?", I spoke in a direct tone looking him straight in the eyes and the other redhead's laughter sounded behind us and George gave him a nonchalant look, as did the woman, who had just passed us.

"Is something wrong Mr. Weasley?", she asked and of course, everyone around us had to pay attention too, because they had nothing else interesting to do.

"No, I just remembered a joke I heard, I could tell you if you want. I assure you it is very funny", he assured holding back the urge to laugh even harder.

"Your little jokes stay outside the room Mr. Weasley, and you all, if you haven't perfected today's transfiguration can get back to work", she caught everyone's attention and continued walking peacefully.

We ended up getting distracted from the main subject, he obviously took the chance of not answering me and just kept on training as I did.

12:00 a.m

We had the next 3 classes together and I stayed close to them and their friends as well. As I imagined everyone was very nice to me, we could have become friends much sooner if we weren't stuck in a fixed group of friends.

Some things had become much clearer in my head and others even more blurred. They didn't seem to be picking on anyone but me, although it hadn't happened all day. Then why? I was going to find out.

"Will you come sit with us today?", Katie said with an arm around Angelina's shoulders, both looking at me with a smile that wouldn't let me deny them anything.

"Sure, I'd love to. It's kind of funny that we have more things in common than I expected", I remarked as we walked slowly, with the hasty crowd in front of us. I would usually be with them but it's much better this way, time is not as important as catching up with everyone.

"I had no idea you liked quidditch, have you thought about joining the Ravenclaw team?", Angel, as she asked to be called, inquired and at that moment, I should but I didn't notice her gaze leave me and go to the twins, several times.

"I'm not as good at playing as I am at watching, so I prefer to stay in the stands", I replied with a small smile until I noticed everyone in that small group communicating with their eyes, which I chose to ignore.

"So Angeli, since when did you start playing?", I started the subject that was going to last throughout the entire lunch hour and it couldn't be better.

Everyone had some story to tell, I must admit that Fred's and George's were the funniest. At no time was there any kind of awkward silence, or a moment when I was not included in the conversation. I did notice that some of my classmates were surprised that I sat there, but in general they were looking at us because of the noise. Their special talent was talking, which I found refreshing since I could hear more and talk occasionally.

The worst part of it was that I ended up not paying as much attention to either George or Fred as I had planned, although now I know a little more about both of them and my new friends.

3:00 p.m.

After two classes of Aritmancia, I had a free period and many homework assignments to do and as I walked to the library, a familiar voice called out to me.

"Y/N!", I turned around and was faced with George and his broom near the stairs, not so far from me, "We are going to practice a little, do you want to come too?", I was about to say no, as I was already busy but then I remembered, I still had to guess who was who at the end of the day.

I had really forgotten and started to enjoy their company, I had to remind myself that I wanted to win and that it made perfect sense to spend some more time with him, if it meant that I could guarantee it. Or at least, I tried to convince myself of that.

"Sure, who else will be training?", I asked as I walked over to him and then we walked together to the castle entrance and towards the field. "Just Angelina and Fred, the others have classes or something to do," and I just nodded in agreement.

We hadn't spent any time alone since Transfiguration class and I didn't know what to say, as did he but I didn't feel uncomfortable, just lost in my own thoughts.

"You came to watch half the best quadribol team play today. You won't regret it," Fred was the first to speak up as soon as we arrived and I could only laugh, how could one person be so confident? I needed some tips.

"My expectations are higher than you Weasley, you better not let me down after that speech," I wasn't trying to be funny but I heard a chuckle come from the redhead next to me. "You're not out of it George, none of you. But remember, no pressure. I'm only going to judge a little bit," I said smirking, not really taking any of the words I said seriously.

"Go sit down and prepare to be impressed," the black haired girl gave the last words, grabbed her own broom and flew to the three right hoops as I hurried to the stands.

Luckily, I didn't miss much and less than 5 minutes later, I could tell with certainty how good the three were. They took turns as goalkeepers for Angelina, even though it wasn't really their position in the game.And after 15 minutes, the dynamic changed for the two of them to try to hit her, one at a time, for them to practice as beaters.

But honestly, I paid much less attention than I normally do. I couldn't tell them apart from so far away, and this realization made me face the shameless excuse I had created for myself. I just wanted to be there, and the reason for that I wouldn't say out loud.

More than 30 minutes later, the three of them instead of landing on the ground, came flying towards me and stopped by my side.

"So you can talk about how impressed you are now", I pretended to think for a few seconds and the indignation on his face was so funny I almost didn't say it but after such an arduous training like that, they deserved it.

"You guys were amazing, if someone from another house could watch the official training sessions I would really come to see more", I smiled and it was extremely adorable to see George's already red face redden even more after my compliment.

"You already know you can't watch the official practices, we are finally starting to understand each other", Fred said and took a step to hug me and I immediately took one back. "You're soaking wet Fred Weasley, don't even think about it. This is not the time for hugs".

"But I think it's a good idea sweetie, you can't hide from a Weasley, so just accept it", he said with an evil grin on his face and I was ready to run, I hated sweat especially when it wasn't mine but his long legs came into action once again.

"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced, so you have something to be proud of after all", I complained, pulling away seconds after he had cornered me in the hug, which wouldn't have been so bad if it had been any other time.

"If that's the grossest one, you really don't know what's waiting for you honey. This is just the beginning," Angel said with a satisfied smile on his face. "But we better go now, I need a shower and we still have one last class today," she added and flew out of there after waving to us.

"Yeah, I need to take a shower too, I'll see you guys later," Fred said before getting out of there as quickly as possible, leaving me alone with George again.

"Well, do you want a ride? It's much quicker to get down that way," he smiled slightly at me and I agreed without a second thought.

I held his bare arm, because I thought it was better than hugging him and regret appeared immediately because I always had some issues with flying. It wasn't the worst thing in the world but it was far from being one of my favorites.

All I could do was close my eyes as we crossed the field, my hands automatically closed around his arm, the weather was windy and I could feel the shivers that went through his now red skin as well as mine.

It was a few seconds if I'm really honest but it didn't feel like it to me, I've never picked up a broom other than for classes and it's been a long time since I stopped having fun in those classes.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt my feet on the ground again.

"I'll see you later then, I haven't forgotten about the bet. You better be prepared," he gave me a beautiful smile and the consequences of that is the only thing I wasn't prepared for.

5:00 p.m.

There are those moments when you have to stop and ask yourself, what the hell is happening to me? For countless reasons obviously, and it was my turn. I didn't come up with any answers that made me blind to reality, which was really frustrating because that way it would be easier for me to just ignore.

But nobody told me it was going to be easy, which is a shame because I would have someone to blame.

All this played out in my head before I received an owl from them, telling me that I could go to the Gryffindor common room to finish our bet, along with the password for the day. I was prepared after being warned by basically all their friends, all I could think of on the way there were some spells, mainly revenge because I wouldn't let it go if there really was a prank.

But what happened was quite different, the place was quieter than I imagined, although they had many people sitting and talking normally including Fred and George.

"Oh hello stranger, you have finally decided to give us the honor of your presence, I can say for everyone, we are all grateful," I had barely stepped into the room when Fred spoke up with the most sarcastic smile I have ever seen, should I be confused?

"If I get all this reception every time I come here, I will definitely come back more often. Thank you, I feel very welcome," I said with an equally big smile, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Okay smartass, it's time for your answer," he continued speaking, the same voice but now that I was close, in front of them, I noticed that there was something very wrong there.

"Why are you talking like that George?", was my only thought, they were imitating each other, the voice was extremely similar, I could never tell the difference just by that, but looking at him, it is impossible to be mistaken.

Their expression dropped on the spot and I realized that there were more people watching me and maybe they knew the plan, because everyone was a little shocked too, was it that simple?

"That's impossible, who was the snitch that told you? Whoever it was, you're going to have a tough future," Fred even stood up and didn't bother to do another voice, he spoke and I was sure I won.

"Nobody told me, I didn't need much to realize that you guys were faking it. He spent the whole conversation scratching his arm, it's been like that all day," I pointed to George who had not taken his eyes off my person so far.

At that moment they looked at each other for a few seconds and then back at me. I should be happy but I wasn't. Even if I wasn't going to admit it out loud, they just proved to me how amazing they are and I wasn't going to lose that.

"Now that I've won, I want to change my reward. It's very simple, I want to reverse the reward and the punishment. I want an extra dose of Weasleys," I had to get a certain amount of shyness out of the way to say this but it was worth it.

It was worth it because I could see a sparkle in both of their eyes that went beyond a successful prank, it was worth it because I had the best years at Hogwarts with the best friends I could ever want. It was worth it because I found the best boyfriend in the world that day. I never thought I would be so grateful for a silly bet.

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ravenforce · 5 years ago

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Stark Legacy 1

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Maria Hill x Reader

Word Count: 3877

A/N: It has arrived. The Imagine I teased you all about a month ago. Thus the unholy pentagon arrives. I tried writing a summary but I think I suck at writing them, and I didn’t wanna spoil the plot by talking too much. I hope you like this. Comment your reactions, bloody or otherwise. Also, I proofread this twice but if there are still some mistakes that escaped me, forgive me. xx

Parts: 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

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“Funny how tragedy brings people together,” Maria thought as she stands on the balcony watching not the city below her but the sight of her girlfriends Natasha and Carol goofing around the kitchen while Wanda helplessly continues to try to make dinner. Who would have thought that after being dusted she’d end up being asked out by the most powerful Avengers? Okay, it was Natasha who asked her out with Carol’s permission to do so.

“Are you high Natasha?” Maria asked after Natasha gathered all the courage she could get to ask S.H.I.E.L.D’s Deputy Director out for dinner.

Carol was watching the interaction, saw how fast Nat tries to build her walls up. So, she flew to her ex-assassin girlfriend before she can bolt in humiliation.

“No, no, she’s not high. As you know, the Black Widow doesn’t joke either. She’s serious,” Carol paused. “We, we’re serious about this. We want you to be our girlfriend but if that’s too fast for you, we can just hang out. We’d still love to have you around.”

Maria cocked her perfectly sculpted eyebrow while Carol vomits her words. She thought it was adorable that the two strongest people she knows was nervous about asking her, a mere mortal, out.

“Why me? Why now?” Maria asked the burning questions in her head. She may be Fury’s best soldier but she’s not just about to do something because people told her so.

“Well,” Carol started before nudging Nat with her elbow. Natasha looked up at Maria.

“Well, life is short, Hill,” Natasha said. Carol rolled her eyes.

“That’s very romantic, Agent Romanoff,” Maria deadpanned. Carol chuckled.

“What Natasha meant was life is short, and she’s had a fat crush on you since she met you forever ago but,” Carol paused to think her words over.

“But the world kept needing heroes,” Natasha finished her girlfriend’s sentence. “And I kept waiting for the right time.”

There was never a right time went unsaid but duly understood. She’ll be damned if she says she never thought about kissing the redhead senseless before, especially every time Natasha goes on her way to save the boys, even if meant endangering herself. Maria looked at the two women before her, as they wait with bated breath.

“Fine,” Maria said after what seems like an eternity. Carol started grinning instantly, Nat tried to bite the inside of her cheeks to hide her excitement but the blush on her neck and cheeks said otherwise. “Let me know when and where.”

Six months after, Wanda came back into the compound. Wanda joining them was gradual, as they’re all respectful of her grieving process. It took months before Wanda herself opened up about joining their little family.

“Aren’t you guys going to ask me to be your girlfriend?” she asked, direct to the point. No dilly-dallying, while they’re all cuddled up in the couch watching the end credits of Netflix’s Altered Carbon. Carol was lying on her side big-spooning the deadly Natasha Romanoff. While Maria was sitting in the middle with Wanda’s foot cradled on top of her thighs.

Carol and Nat nearly fell on the floor in their haste to look at the young witch. Wanda watched as they gather their thoughts, Maria laughed at how surprised the two were.

“We are planning on it,” Maria says as she massages Wanda’s soft feet. “We just didn’t know if you’re actually open to it.”

Wanda wanted to sass but Maria’s hand on her feet is doing magic to her, rendering her soft and non-combatant. She still rolled her eyes playfully though. “Now that we’re on the topic. Ask me now,” Wanda says cheekily.

Natasha sat on the floor beside Carol. “Be our girlfriend,” she says confidently. “Officially.”

Wanda smiled before she beckoned the redhead forward so they can seal the deal with a kiss.

***

“Deputy Director Hill! Maria! Bubba!!” Wanda yelled to get Maria’s attention.

“Sorry, I was elsewhere,” Maria apologized for spacing out. “What do you need?”

“I need you to remove these children out of the kitchen,” Wanda teased Nat and Carol.

Maria took one huge sip of her red wine before walking inside their shared apartment and towards her favourite witch.

“You know you can put these two in their place with a flick of your wrist,” Maria teased.

“It’s more fun to watch when you’re the one punishing them,” Wanda answered smiling, igniting a laugh from Nat and Carol as well.

“That sounds dirty,” Carol whispered before throwing a mushroom at Nat’s head again. Wanda sighed as she gets the pans out from the bottom cupboard. Nat glared at her blonde girlfriend before reaching for the broccoli to retaliate but Maria caught her hand on the counter.

“Enough,” Maria said sternly. Nat pouted while Carol stuck her tongue at the redhead.

Maria turned towards the blonde. “You too,” she said, effectively cutting the shenanigans.

Wanda walked past Maria and gave her a kiss on the cheeks before setting the pan on the stove. “See, the children only follow you,” she said before tossing the ingredients of her beef with broccoli on the pan.

“Uhm, we’re actually older than you two,” Carol blurted out.

“Speak for yourself, fossil,” Natasha teased. Yes, Natasha Romanoff, the deadly Black Widow actually knows how to tell a joke. Don’t get it wrong though, Natasha’s only soft and relaxes when she’s home. Out there, she’s still as deadly as she used to be.

Wanda laughed melodiously, causing Maria to smile a little wilder. They all lost people after the war - Tony, Clint, Steve to name a few but nothing compares to Wanda having to kill Vision to save the goddamn world. Maria’s really happy that a year after, Wanda’s coping, and smiling again. Their little family may be unconventional and incomprehensible to others but their relationship saved the four of them from spiralling into the abyss of pain and loss.

***

“Hill,” Nat called out for her, cutting through her obvious daydreaming. She blinked twice at the redhead.

“I’m sorry, what?” she asked still slightly dazed.

“Are you okay? It’s the second time in the hour that you’ve spaced out,” Nat asked clearly worried.

Maria only smiled as an answer before her phone started ringing again. She pulled out the device from her back pocket. It’s Fury. She accepted the call.

“Nick,” she answered simply. She pursed her lips together while listening to intently on the other line. After receiving the directive, she unconsciously glanced at her girlfriends as they make the dining table.

“Okay. I got it. I’ll be there in 30,” she said before hanging up the phone.

Nat, Carol, and Wanda stood straight looking at her. Maria smiled, knowing her girlfriends are ready to move out on her command.

“Sorry, you’ll have to sit this one out,” Maria said causing the three to frown instantly. They don’t like the idea of Maria going without one of them since they started going out.

“Take at least one of us,” Nat suggested. Maria walked towards the redhead and forced her to uncross her arms, so she could settle in and give Nat a hug. Nat instantly melted but the frown didn’t leave her face as well as her worry.

“I can’t. Nick didn’t say it’s ‘take one of your hot girlfriends to work day’,” Maria murmured cheekily against Nat’s chest. Nat rolled her eyes playfully but Maria could hear the rumble on her chest as she starts laughing. Carol and Wanda watched the two fondly.

“Be serious,” Nat sassed, pretending to be annoyed.

“I am! Besides, Wanda worked so hard to get this dinner ready. Especially harder since you and Carol can’t stop being a goof,” Maria teased. Carol stuck her tongue out at Natasha, causing the redhead to roll her eyes.

“Fine but you’re wearing your tracker,” Nat said seriously. Carol bounded to them like an excited child with Maria’s necklace tracker on her hand. It’s one of the two pairs, they asked Pepper to have made at Stark Industries. It’s in the design of Tony’s arc reactor.

“Thank you,” Maria said after Carol secured it around her neck and gave her a soft kiss on the shoulder.

“Just activate the emergency beacon,” Wanda said softly as she sidled up with the group.

“And we will come for you,” Nat finished the sentence for Wanda. “Come hell or high water, we will come for you.”

Maria’s heart soared. She was doing fine on her own before, she didn’t know it could get better.

“Saps,” she teased softly before adding. “I’ll be okay. I’ll have Bruce, Bucky, and Happy with me.”

Natasha laughed. “Yeah, like that’s gonna compare to us,” she said confidently, and all Maria could do was laugh before begrudgingly walking away from her home. She knew if she stays for another minute to banter, she wouldn’t be able to go at all.

***

Classified

“Nick, it’s been 5 days since we’ve heard from Maria,” Carol said after slamming her hands on the Director’s table.

Nat nearly bristled as she leans on a wall across the room, watching Nick unfazed by Carol’s attempt to intimidate him. Wanda’s pacing back and forth beside Carol.

Nick looked up at Natasha. “Do I need to remind you that Hill is my deputy? If you can’t trust my decision to send her without the three of you. At least trust that she can protect herself well,” Nick said calmly.

Carol opened her mouth to respond but she heard Nat pull away from the wall. “Sorry to bother you then, Director,” Nat said simply, a deep frown adorning her beautiful face.

Carol and Wanda wanted to protest but the look on Nat’s face told them otherwise. The two followed Nat silently all the way back to the compound. When they reached their shared bedroom, Nat went directly to boot her personal laptop.

“What are you doing?” Wanda asked, sitting in front of the assassin. Carol plopping down next to the redhead on the bed.

“Nick’s not gonna give her location. So, I’m just going to find her,” Nat answered just in time as the tracking program opened. Wanda and Carol nodded.

“Okay, we’ll prepare our bags,” Wanda said before hopping out of the bed. Nat glanced at Carol who was staring at her.

“What?”

Carol beamed. “Nothing, I just love you so much,” she said before leaning in and pecking Nat’s soft plump lips.

Nat smiled when Carol was safely out of sight. Who would have thought that being home and being loved by these amazing women is what her future held for her? A silver lining from everything and everyone they lost in the war, Nat would like to think so.

“I got a location,” she yelled before sending the coordinates to her phone.

When she walked out of the bedroom, Carol and Wanda are all geared-up and packed. Carol opted not to wear her Captain Marvel uniform as to not attract too much attention. She just wore one of Natasha’s old Black Widow uniform.

“What?” Now it’s Carol’s turn to ask.

“Nothing,” Nat answered while Wanda and Carol file out of their room.

“If we’re not in a mission to find Maria, you won’t ever leave the bedroom,” Nat murmured under her breath as she follows her girlfriends out of the door.

“I heard that,” Carol sing-song after throwing her backpack at the trunk of Nat’s Rubicon.

“I’d help you tie her in the bed some other time,” Wanda whispered after Natasha got on behind the wheel.

“I heard that too,” Carol laughed as she enters the passenger seat.

Nat just rolled her eyes at her girlfriend before pulling out of the compound.

***

Nat drove like a madwoman towards the location. Thankfully, it was a driving distance and she didn’t have to borrow the quinjet that would surely let the Director know what they’re up to. Nat was thankful to have brought her Rubicon, they’re able to drive through rough terrain and all the way to the entrance of the facility. The entrance was inconspicuous, almost hidden by the shrubs growing around the area. Wanda stood in the mouth of the cave, a look of concentration on her face while Carol gets their bags from the car.

“She’s here,” she whispered when Nat sidled up to her. “She’s unharmed.”

Nat sighed in relief. “What is this place?” she asked quietly as she fixes the weapons on her waist.

“It seems to be Stark facilities,” Carol answered. Before the others can question where she got the information, Carol cocked her head to the side, motioning them to the House of Stark insignia, and Stark Industries logo carved on the wall of the cave.

Nat and Wanda held their questions. There isn’t supposed to be any more of Tony’s secret labs in operation, Pepper made sure all of them are identified and catalogued on their database. This place isn’t on the list, Nat checked. They know all the answers to their questions, lie on the other end of the cavern. So their trek begins.

The cave was dark and eerily quiet. No hostiles along the way, which doesn’t put any of them at ease. Either there’s really no threat or all threats are waiting for them on the other side. It took almost thirty minutes of walking in the dark, with just three small flashlights before they reached the end of the line, a heavy metal door. Knowing Tony, the door is supposed to be automated by F.R.I.D.A.Y but no AI greeted them.

Carol’s hands started to glow. “Should I blast it open?” she asked with a small smile on her face.

Before anyone can say something though, the door slid open revealing Happy.

“What the duck!” he exclaimed in his surprise.

Wanda gaped but got over her surprise first. She quickly jumped into Happy’s arms. “Happy!”

“What are you three doing here?”

Nat noted the shift in Happy’s tone. He was confused at first but then he’s nervous. He’s hiding something but then again, Nat was pretty sure Maria told them this mission is classified but they’re already there. There’s no turning back now.

“You’ve been gone for five days. We’re worried,” Nat answered simply.

“Where’s Maria?” Carol asked while walking around what seems to be a disinfection area. Happy nearly shoved Wanda on his haste to stand in front of Captain Marvel when she reached the main door to the facility. His smile wavered, while Carol just cocked her eyebrow at him.

“You can’t go there,” Happy said, voice shaking. “Bad egg smell, seriously. It’s deadly.”

Nat narrowed her eyes at the poor man before side-stepping him and entering the other room. Carol and Wanda quickly following their redhead girlfriend inside. Happy couldn’t do much more than just heave a sigh before following everyone.

***

When they entered the room, no one paid them any attention thinking that it’s just Happy coming back inside. Nat, Wanda, and Carol noticed Bruce first, standing behind multiple computer screens and clearly absorbed on his work. Then they noticed Maria standing over what seems to be a medical table, tablet on her hand with some Stark Industries personnel and Stark Industries machinery working on something. They couldn’t really see from their vantage point, so they walked a little further inside to see better.

“What the?” Wanda whispered loud enough to get everyone’s attention.

Carol bumped into a metal counter, causing everything on it to shake. Nat couldn’t do much more than stare. Maria turned around, mirroring the surprise on her girlfriends’ faces.

“Happy?” Maria asked, still not quite processing that her girlfriends’ are all there.

Happy scratched the back of his neck. “I bumped into them on the way to out,” he explained a little sheepish.

Maria pinched the bridge of her nose to prevent an incoming headache. She sighed before turning back to the lab people and ordering them to keep going. She walked towards Wanda and Carol first before giving both of them a quick kiss on their cheeks. Then she stood in front of Natasha. “I’m sorry I made you worry, I just have my hands full here,” she explained.

Nat couldn’t stop staring at the body on the table. “What is that?” she asked bewildered.

“It’s a robot, isn’t it?” Carol asked as she walks closer to the table. “I saw Rocket repairing Nebula once. This one’s way too human though.”

Wanda walked closer to the table too. “Isn’t that?” Wanda started to asked but before she could continue, the machines started powering down. Happy looked at the lights to check if they’re having trouble with the power again.

“Miss Hill, repairs are complete,” a lab tech said. “She’s booting up now.”

Everyone held their breath in anticipation. A minute after, the robot’s eyes opened. She blinked a few times before putting her hand up to shield her eyes from the harsh light. Maria walked towards the table to remove the light on its face.

“Hey,” Maria greeted tentatively.

She’s not exactly sure what’s supposed to happen next. After five days, she still hasn’t reconciled the fact that Tony left a robot with an active program unaccounted for in the facility.

“Hi,” it said before sitting up. Nat gasped when she got a good look at the robot’s face.

“Is that?” she whispered under her breath. Carol looked confused, everyone seems to know the identity of the robot, she doesn’t. She reckons it must be someone dusted at the first snap or someone who died before she got back.

“Are you really in there?” Maria asked, confusing Nat, Carol, and Wanda.

The robot looked down at her hands and made a show to close and open them like a child learning to use their extremities for the first time. The robot looked up at Maria.

“I am,” you answered. “How long have I been out?”

“Dead or lying here dormant?” Happy asked from behind Maria.

The robot recognized the voice immediately. She leaned to the side to see the man himself. Everyone watched as the robot’s features lighten up with a smile.

“Haps!” the robot exclaimed before jumping with robot precision into Happy’s arms.

Nat shivered at how eerily human this robot is. She turned slightly to look at Wanda, who looked exactly as she expected her to be facing another Stark robot creation once again. Carol seems to have caught Wanda’s reaction as well by the way she moved closer to the witch to offer her silent support.

Happy wrapped his arms around the robot. He nearly sobbed at point of contact, no one calls him Haps, except. Tony outdid himself with how well he made the robot to imitate a human body. The skin is made of top of the line synthetic material that it’s almost human-like.

“So, how long?”

Happy let the robot go reluctantly. “Five years give or take when we buried your body,” he said solemnly. The robots’ eyes glazed for a second before he looked at Happy again.

“So, what did I miss?” she asked with fake enthusiasm Nat can smell from a mile away.

“Tony’s gone,” Bruce who was silently watching the event unfold in front of him said softly.

“I know,” it said, frowning. “He left a message on my hard drive.”

A silence fell into the room. Leaving Nat, Carol, and Wanda with so many questions, and zero answers.

“Hi, excuse me,” Carol said shyly to get everyone’s attention. The robot turned to her and smiled softly. “I’m sorry but can someone explain what’s happening here?”

“Hi, I’m sorry. We haven’t met, I’m Y/N. Y/N Stark, Tony Stark’s younger sister,” the robot introduced herself.

You can hear a pin drop in the floor with the silence that follows. It was deafening.

“That’s not possible,” Natasha blurted out. You turned towards the redhead with a smile. It’s been ages since you’ve seen the woman, or anyone of them, after all.

“Oh, Natalie,” you said with a smirk.

Nat shivered, remembering the first time she met you years ago while she was still Tony’s undercover secretary. She remembered how you bantered and flirted with each other relentlessly. She had to summon all her Black Widow training not to blush at the intensity of your gaze.

“But it is,” you continued. “Wanda can prove it.”

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booitislife · 4 years ago

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Let’s Talk About Periods

My period is horrible. I have heard people who don’t get periods say: “It can’t be that bad.” Yes, yes it can. Some studies suggest that cramps can be a worse pain for women than a heart attack. My period technically starts a few days before bleeding. I get a period flu. A period flu is a few days of unexplained illness and flu-like symptoms (low grade fever, chills, etc) a few days before your period starts. I didn’t used to get this, but my body decided I needed this. The first time I got it, my doctor put me on antibiotics thinking I had a sinus infection. (She is proactive about fevers because I am a transplant patient).

My minor symptoms are bloating, diarrhea, lethargy, sometimes headaches, I get irritable, my breasts hurt for a few days, and some other lesser inconveniences. However - my biggest two issues? Pain and bleeding.

Bleeding - I bleed for eight to ten days every month. Usually the first one and last two of the cycle are light. I tend to have one or two very heavy days, depending on the month, and when I say heavy - I mean clots. Lots of them. I will soak through a ten hour pad in less than two hours. I have lost so many pairs of underwear. I now have “period underwear” that is darker or just old so I don’t care if it gets stained. The rest of the days are moderate.

Pain - This is the worst part of my period. I start cramping on day one and I usually don’t stop until the second to last day of my period. When I say it’s bad - I mean excruciating. I was once taken to the hospital by my mom because I couldn’t breathe right during cramps. The doctors rushed me in, thinking I was having a miscarriage, a burst cyst, or maybe appendicitis. They did lab work and ultrasounds. While I was waiting they gave me fentanyl, which is 80-100x stronger than morphine. I could still feel the pain. It dulled it, but didn’t negate it. The doctor came back in shock - there was nothing wrong. No miscarriage, no cysts, and my appendix looked great. These were just the cramps I was going to have to live with. I was given pain meds for every month - 20 - to deal with that I’m going through.

I have a few period journal entries that I would like to post. If you don’t want to read, please scroll down past the blue writing. Sadly, these are only four of dozens of examples.

September 17, 2020 - Day 5 of my period.

Woke up with horrible cramps that were so bad I was shaking. Slept on the couch again because I was tossing and turning so much from the pain. Didn’t fall asleep until nearly 4. Passed a clot which, usually by day 5, will alleviate some of the pain, but it didn’t. The exhaustion took over and I fell asleep until about 11:30, but when I woke up I was so tired I could barely move.

November 16, 2020 - Day 4 of my period.

I could not sleep last night. The pain is intense and comes in waves. The bleeding started to get heavy a little after 7AM. It’s a little after 8:30 when I’m writing this and I have passed 2 large clots and probably 5-6 smaller ones. I soaked through 1 pad already. I’m going back to bed and hopefully sleep for a few hours. Woke up with horrible cramps. Haven’t been able to get out of bed. Managed to get some food down to take my antibiotic, but that’s it. I am exhausted and the pain is radiating to my knees.

February 9, 2021 - Day 3 of my period.

I finally fell asleep around three, but I woke up a little after five with searing cramps. They went down my legs and around my back. I could barely think straight. I took meds, tried meditation, used a heating pad. Nothing helped, I finally passed a big clot and the pain subsided. I moved to the couch and was almost asleep when the pain started again around 9. I did everything the same - meds, meditation, heat. I’m going to try to get some more sleep.

April 14, 2021 - Day 2 of my period.

Having trouble getting to sleep. After taking pain meds and using pain cream on my back, the pain is just getting worse. I almost fell asleep, but woke up in pain. It’s 1:30 AM, and I am heading downstairs to lay on the couch with my heating pad. I can’t get comfortable and the pain is getting worse. It’s 5AM. I still can’t sleep. The pain is very bad. I just want to sleep through it and I can’t. Couldn’t sleep. The pain has somehow gotten worse over the afternoon. As of right now, I have pain meds in my system, pain cream on my back and abdomen, I took a very hot bath, and I am now laying with a heating pad. I am still in searing pain. I can’t do this much longer. I burst into tears a few minutes ago. Why won’t someone help me?

I have asked doctors, so many times, to have a hysterectomy. At first I was told I was too young. Then? I was told my husband would need to sign off on such a procedure. My husband was more than ready. If anything, he was just overtly appalled that he would have to do that, or that any doctor worth there degree would ask that. He asked what it would take for him to get a vasectomy. They said just call a urologist. “Would she have to sign off?” He asked indicating me, and when he was told no he said: “This is a ridiculous double standard. booitislife can make her own choices.”

I have seen 6 OBGYN’s in the last 8 years. The first told me I was too young. She offered a procedure called an Endometrial ablation. It does greatly reduce the bleeding issues. However, I wasn’t really worried about the bleeding - I was worried about the pain. She told me it wouldn’t really do anything for the pain, so I said no. I have to be careful with my transplanted kidney and any kind of anesthesia can be dangerous.

The second OBGYN was a man in the same office who was also conducting a cervical biopsy on me. I’ll never forgot the intense flash of pain and how I nearly yelled, but I did start to cry. According to my husband there was blood spray on the floor as the doctor looked up at me and said in a condescending voice - “That doesn’t hurt! Come on!” And then he laughed. He wouldn’t even discuss a hysterectomy. From that biopsy I learned I have pre-cancer on my cervix and underwent a LEEP procedure. They use a hoop wire heated by electric current to scrape off the parts that could become dangerous.

The third was about a half an hour away at a bigger hospital. He was the guy who did an endometrial biopsy on me. Different than the cervical biopsy, this was just a precaution after something looked off. He wasn’t as condescending as the others, and that biopsy came back normal. However, he wouldn’t do the hysterectomy either. He said I should go to a doctor in a hospital that has a transplant team - seemed reasonable.

Between the 3rd and 4th doctores I had been doing my research. I went to my nephrologist that was keeping track of my transplanted kidney, and told him about my struggles. He said he saw no issue with me getting a hysterectomy and, in fact, I should. He even confirmed with the current head of transplant from the hospital I had my transplant surgery in. So, I was off - feeling more confident. This new OBGYN was a doctor at my transplant hospital.

The fourth OBGYN - or as I call him “The Biggest Mother Fucker I had the displeasure to meet”. He dismissed a lot of my concerns quickly, and talked to me as if I didn’t know anything. Then, he asked if I wanted to try an IUD. Now, I have nothing against anyone who gets an IUD. If that is for you, and it’s working - awesome. I know my brain. I know my brain would focus on everything bad an IUD could do. I politely explained this to my doctor. This wasn’t an option for me. My panic would go crazy. He wrote some things down and told me he wanted to to a procedure just to check for any cancer cells that could be hiding, but (and oh yes, there was a big but) he would only do the procedure if I signed yes to getting a Mirana IUD. I had to sign a consent form before he would even schedule the procedure. So, I did. Then I canceled my procedure and never went to see him again. Oh, also, this asshole handed me pro-life pamphlets on my way out.

The fifth OBGYN - more trusting, no results. At this point I was exhausted. I was tired of trying and being let down, fighting to get an appointment. This OBGYN was a woman and she worked in the same office as the second guy I went to. I laid it all out for her. I told her what the previous doctor did. I told her about the pain, about not being able to barely move. I poured out my heart and soul to her. She empathized, then told me she did not feel comfortable doing my hysterectomy. Because the uterus is close to the transplanted kidney, she thought I needed a specialist. A type of doctor called an OBGYN oncologist. As luck would have it, there was one on staff at my transplant hospital. I waited and waited for an appointment. I waited for over a year. Finally they called and said they were just too booked. They had one doctor who did it, and it was most dire cases first. I understand that. So, I wasn’t angry or frustrated this time. The office at the hospital asked me if I would like to see another OBGYN on staff. I said as long as it wasn’t OBGYN Biggest Mother Fucker I had the Displeasure to Meet. I asked if it could be a woman and we set it up.

Okay, the last one for now. The OBGYN they set me up with was a resident. She seemed nice at first. We sat and talked about my pain, the exhaustion. She wanted to talk birth control options. Great. Her advice to me was to stay away from the shot and the implant. She agreed about the IUD not being right for me. So, she said she wanted me to start talking the pill. I stopped her. I had been on the pill twice. Once when I was 16, another time when I was 24. Two different kinds. Both times I had side effects. The most prominent was this intense stomach cramp. I would get headaches, nausea, extreme weight gain. I couldn’t live my life. I told this doctor that and she didn’t even look at me in the eye when she said...... “Well, I won’t even consider a hysterectomy until you’re on six full months of birth control.” It didn’t matter what other symptoms I had. It didn’t matter what I was and wasn’t comfortable with, not really. So, here I am, looking for lucky number 7 when it comes to OBGYN’s.

As I sit here tonight, losing a lot of blood through clots, being so tired I can’t think, but in too much pain to sleep. I found myself so angry. About an hour before I started writing this I had a pretty big panic attack. I haven’t had one of those in a long time. But - Tuesday night I slept for three hours. Last night I slept about five. Tonight it is almost 3 AM and I’m still awake. The pain is exhausting, but also keeps me awake. It also makes me tense. So, parts of my body started tingling. Instead of my logical side taking over and saying, “Yeah, you have been clenching for four days. You’re gonna feel odd things.” I convinced myself I was dying and had to take medicine. I am so tired on a deep level. I don’t want to have to go through this anymore, and I don’t know if that makes me sound selfish... I just.., I DON’T WANT TO GO THROUGH THIS ANYMORE.

So, here we are. If you experience cramps like I do, I am so truly sorry. You don’t deserve them, and if I could do something to help you - I would in a heartbeat. People should not have to live like this. Doctors should listen to us and hear when we say that something like this is, genuinely, detrimental to our lives. If we want permanent birth control whether it be our tubes tied, an ablation, or a hysterectomy - it’s our body. We should decide what we can do with it. Please don’t stop fighting. Please don’t stop advocating for yourself. If you ever need to talk, I’m here. Have a good night, anyone who reads this. Thank you for reading this long-winded rant. Take care of yourself.

#periods #period cramps #personal #period help #panic attack #exhaustion #doctors

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moonandstars · 5 years ago

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beautiful : yuta

Plot : yuta is a underground boxer and somehow you work there too.

details : underground boxer! yuta

words : 4.9k

a/n : fucked around and made a mood board wbu

You start to dress up fast looking at the time. It was 8:30 PM. You had to be there at nine. You texted Johnny that you will be on your way soon. You pulled your black jeans and some t shirt and pulled over hoody. It was best to dress as simple as possible for the place you were about to go. You called your mother and told her you'd be going to sleep early today as you had an early shift tomorrow. The lies tasted so bitter on your tongue.

"Ah yes, sleep early and don't take too much stress. Also don't miss your meals. Otherwise I will come down there."

"Don't worry mum, I am perfectly fine." You said trying to sound as cheerful as you could. There was a little pause.

"You can tell me everything honey okay? I love you so much. You're my everything."

"I love you too mum, good night." You took a deep breath and went out of the apartment.

It was a little cold today , so you called a cab. You dropped off a block away from your destination. You walked there, it was shabby place. Not too crowded specially during the night. You walked to the gate and knocked.

"Who's it?"

"It's me,___" You said lowly. The gate opened and you walked in.

"Hey, you're on time. People have started coming in and they're gonna place bets now." Johnny said walking towards you.

You worked in a underground boxing matches, allowing people to place bets on the players. Not a dream job, not even an acceptable job for a girl like you, but it paid and that's what you needed. You only took bets on Taeyong, your friend and classmate. He was the one who introduced you to this place.

"Listen, I will never encourage you to take this spot. I did not even wanted to bring it up to you, but you told me you needed to make money but honestly I know you, and that place, that job is not for someone like you." He had told you. Looking guilty and anxious.

"It's okay. It's only for a short time and I'll find another one soon. Besides you will be there."

"Yes, yes of course."

Your whole day was spent in the uni and then your job at the cafe. You worked there till evening and then went home to rest a little and then you were here. You were thankful that matches only happened once or twice a week, during the weekend, so you could be here as less as possible. The only reason you could even make it here was because of Johnny and Taeyong. And they both always made sure you were safe and as comfortable as you could be in a place like this.

You stood near Taeyong's spot near the ring and everyone started handing you money for the bets. He never lost, but still it was hard to see your friend end up bruised up at these nights. He was a monster in the ring. At first you were surprised at the sudden change because he was a whole different personality during the day, a shy friendly person, and here in this ring, he is ruthless.

"I am betting on Lee Taeyong." A man said and handed you the money. You tried to take it but he took your hand and grabbed you. You already knew what kind of man he was, you had enough of them here.

"And how much for you for the night?" He said with a smirk eyeing you. You jerked your hand and pushed him against the wall.

"Listen here you bitch, place your bet and get your fucking ass away from me." You spat in his face. A few months ago, you would not even imagine about being this brave but this place has sure taught you to be rough.

"Or what huh?" He started coming to you again. He was a stubborn one. As he tried to speak again, he was pushed back against the wall harshly by someone.

"Or I will make sure that even the street dogs won't be able to find your fucking ass. Now move." You could only see the back of the person who tried to save you but his voice sure sounded compelling. The man backed away and walked off looking petrified.

The person turned around and smiled at you. And the only thing you could think was 'beautiful'. He has dark brown hair, almost too dark.

"You're okay?" His voice, his accent sounded different, he was not from around here.

"Oh yea, I am fine. Thank you." You said, still surprised. It was not usual for people to help someone here, it was dirty ruthless place after all.

"This place is full jerks." He chucked a little and it made you smile. His little laugh really sounded cute. It was like a dazzle in a dull place.

"Yeah that, I am used to it." You said and looked down. He was wearing a black tank top and black skinny jeans. His muscles moving has he used his hand to push his hair back.

"You should not be." He said, still giving you a small smile.

"Hey,___, Yuta? You're here. You're up next after Taeyong. You should go back there." Johnny said making his way towards you.

"Yeah sure." Yuta told Johnny and turned towards you. " Hi I am Yuta."

"___ and thank you again." You smiled and watched him walk away. You were numb for a minute. You felt a little warmth inside you and clenched your fist softly. For the first time in this dreary place, you felt something vibrant.

"Did something happen?" Johnny asked leaning against the wall and lighting his cigarette.

"No, he just helped me with some old jerk. Who's he?"

" Nakamoto Yuta. He's going to start fighting here from today. And I want you to take bets for him." He spoke, blowing out a puff.

"ME? What about Taeyong?"

"You can take for both if you want. They're friends so they won't fight with each other. Or I can help you out with Taeyong from time to time if you want."

"Why don't you take him?"

"I already have a lot and besides I want an honest one for him. You know others are just corrupted." He stated offering you the cigarette. You took it.

"Fine. I will do it." You responded with a puff and gave the cigarette back to him. "Seriously how many friends you have? As much as the people in the city?"

"I got more than that darling." He smiled. "Definitely more than that."

After Taeyong's match, he came up and sat with you and Johnny at the front. You all were waiting for Yuta's match. Somehow you were really keen for it. You already saw a little dangerous side of him when he helped you out before but you had no idea how was he going to fight. The matches here were not the ethical ones, the basic rules are to not kill anyone or do anything that will make the hospitals suspicious or get cops involved. Apart from that, it was whatever you do to win. You saw Yuta walking out as the crowed cheered, was he famous? why would the crowd cheer for a new guy? You saw him bending and going inside the ring and you could not focus on anything but him. His whole demeanor changed from before. He hair a little sweaty and falling down on his forehead. He tank top off him and he was only in his jeans, showing his abs. You watched as his knuckles were covered in tapes. You were confused as to why you were even paying so much attention to him. You never watched the fights here except for Taeyong's and then leave, but something about Yuta made you fixated on him.

The fight began and Yuta landed the first punch. You did not have much idea about fighting but it was clear that Yuta had experience and was very strong. His defense was sharp and rapid with hardly getting any blow and constantly punching out his opponent. It was an easy win and the crowd cheered. Johnny and Taeyong looked very confident about him.

"Told you he was gonna own. Come let's meet him." Johnny exclaimed and you all went to meet him.

"Hey man. Piece of cake was it?" Taeyong said and hugged Yuta. You handed him his amount and stood back.

"Thanks." He said and smiled. You noticed his eyes crinkled from the side. Even with a bruise on the jaw and blood on lip, all you could think was how beautiful that smile is.

"We're going to leave. See you tomorrow." Taeyong added. "Thanks for helping out ___." And you had expected this because Johnny can't keep his mouth shut. While leaving you mouthed a 'fuck you' to Johnny and he mouthed a 'you wish' back at you.

You sighed and leaned back in Taeyong's car. He always dropped you off after these nights, and you were glad that you had your friend with you.

"You should call me or Johnny if someone tries to bug you like that. I am glad Yuta was there." Taeyong said,making a turn. You did not wanted to tell him. The first time it happened, Taeyong was near you and he saw everything. He beat up the guy to pulp and caused a scene. You decided it then you had to handle your own fights.

"It was nothing. I told him off." You said smiling. "I did not know Yuta was your friend."

"He's Johnny's childhood friend. I have known him for quite some time but we have hardly time to meet. Now that he's here, I can see him more."

"He sure made an impression tonight." You said showing the cash to Taeyong.

"This was nothing to him. He used to fight in a different place before this and he's been a champion there." Taeyong chimed.

"Ah that explains his popularity."

"You have never asked so much about anybody else before." Taeyong smirked and you decided to look out of the window. The sky was clear and with little stars scattered across it, the moon was lighting up the entire night. You never really wanted to know so much about anybody else before.

The next time you see Yuta is surprisingly is outside that boxing ring at the cafe you work at. He had a head band on, but still his hair were falling on his forehead. The football was dangling in his hands and the jersey hugging his chest. He was with Johnny, he turned around and noticed you, giving you an instant smile. You could not look away. The sun rays were falling on his face from the glass windows, and he was making his way towards the counter. You smiled, because confusingly his presence was so calming, you could not help yourself.

"Hi, remember me?" He asked, his football by side.

"Yeah, of course. So you're on team?" You inquired, motioning towards the jersey.

"The captain." He said proudly.

"Well what would the captain and his friend like to have?"

"My friend would have whatever his regular is, and the captain would like to have the waitress's favorite drink and her number." He smirked. So you exchanged numbers, after all he was part of your group now.

You started seeing him more often on the campus, in the library, in the park ,cafeteria and he would always smile at you. Sometimes you would watch him from afar, you noticed he hardly ever talked to anyone apart from a few close friends and was mostly with Johnny or Taeyong. It was weird, he was the captain of the football team, one of the most handsome guy on campus, he should have been everywhere, but he avoided everyone. He was like a boat, trying to sail opposite of the waves.

It was Yuta's fifth time when he faced a nasty opponent and you knew things were not good when even Johnny looked concerned and not his usual snarky self. He won but with multiple wounds and his face and knuckles covered in blood. It was not new, you have seen Taeyong in this condition before but looking at Yuta, leaning on Taeyong, limping towards the car made your heart feel heavy. It was like somebody was injecting thrones in your chest.

"My match is still left, you take him, you know what to do." Taeyong said, and you knew exactly what to do. Going to the hospital was not an option for him, you learned it the hard way.

Taeyong was grunting, clutching his jaw with his hands. Your hands shaking trying to constantly wash the cloth and dabbing his blood.

"Please, let's go the hospital. It doesn't look good, I don't want to see you hurt. Please Tae-"

"And what huh?" Taeyong hissed. "Let the doctors see this. They will fucking know from where I got this. The cops will get involve. Bloody hell why can't you just dab it?" So you just did.

"I am sorry ___. I really am." Taeyong said, after a long silence.

You helped Yuta inside and started grabbing out all the first aid kit. You have watched tons of medical videos specially for these nights.

"Alright, this is going to hurt a little." You said while putting the cloth against his face. He didn't flinch, maybe he was really used to it. You quickly patched him up and applied the bandages.

"You will need to replace these for a couple of days." You stated, patting the bandage.

"Would you?" He asked, looking at you intently. "I suck at doing these stuff, and I don't have anyone else to do it." He whispered.

"Yeah, I would." You smiled. Lately you were finding it hard to say no to him. "I will pull out an extra mattress for you, you can stay here tonight."

"I see even these bruises can't tame my charms huh?" He smirked looking down at your lips. You were in the bathroom, beneath a bright light glowing over you, the smell of disinfectants and blood around you. It was always Yuta who was making you feel something vibrant when everything else was dull. He leaned in and you kissed him. Cautiously and softly. When you were breathless, he was resting he forehead against your shoulder.

"Thank you___." He whispered.

It was bright afternoon when you were sprawled in the university garden, with Johnny by your side, still a few minutes to start your cafe shift.

"You know Yuta is single."

"You know Mei is out of your league."

"Well darling we both made if official so you can take your ass off me and stop directing the topic." He chirped. Of course he would end up with Mei, it was about time.

"How is he single? He's like the most desirable person out there, no offence."

"I said single, not a virgin. And offence is taken." Johnny said, lying next to you. "He has never clicked with anyone before, to have something serious. One night stands, meaningless sex, that's all I have ever seen."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because I have known him forever, and for the first time I am seeing something different." He ruffled your hair and got up. "Time for work."

You sighed. You were supposed to meet Yuta after your shift, agreeing to replace his bandages and hang out you guess. Yuta left that night after the breakfast and you both carried on like usual. Surprisingly, it was not uncomfortable at all. He was still Yuta, the handsome guy who makes you feel like you could see the stars even in the darkest nights. You never had a serious relationship either, you wanted to tell Johnny. Not because you did not wanted to, but because you never had the time, always burdened with responsibilities, feeling like you will slow down if you tried to ever enjoy yourself.

"It's a clear weather today. Looks like there's going to be lot of stars." Yuta stated, standing next to you, startling you.

"You almost gave me a heart attack Yuta." You gasped.

"There's a fair nearby, I heard it's cool and they're going to do fireworks tonight? Want to go?" Yuta asked, smiling like he always did.

So you went, your bag in one hand and Yuta's hand in another. There were indeed a lot stars today, sparkling continuously, like they were giggling at you both. The wind was cold but sweet, it constantly flew, like laughing in your ears. You looked at Yuta, the lights shining across his faces, his eyes glowing, lashed casting a shadow on his cheeks, you did not realize he was looking at you too.

"I loved it, thank you for taking me there." You said as you stood outside your apartment building, looking at Yuta.

"Thank you for coming with me." He responded. And you kissed again. This time it was sweet and nostalgic. You did knew what you both were, and you were scared to know. This was new, and exciting, a whole lot different from the life you have been living. So you thought it would be okay for a while to let things stay just the way they are.

You were cleaning a few tables when you saw Mei grunt a little while bending down. You took her to the counter and helped her sit. She also worked with you at the cafe.

"You should go home. I will talk to the boss." You said, noticing a few marks.

"No I am fine."

"What are you not telling me?" You asked, and she knew it was useless to argue.

"I fell from the pole. This guy was giving me a hard time constantly being on nerves about sleeping with him, so I was trying to avoid him and got distracted and fell. Awkward." Mei worked as a stripper. Works in a club not far away from the boxing place. She was an orphan, and was here on a scholarship. It's funny how you always found broken people like you.

"Anyways, how was your date?" She said winking.

"It was not a date. We just hung out."

"What? You guys are not like together? But I always see you guys together so I thought-"

"Well you thought wrong Mei, we are not together and we are not dating. I don't what it is, he's just my friend like every one else and you know I don't have time for anything or anyone right now. There's nothing special really." You said, flinching at the lies coming out of your mouth. You just wanted to not talk about it, until you made up your mind and talked to Yuta first. And looked up and saw Mei looking scared, staring past you.

You looked around and saw Yuta. Looking at you with a blank expression, the same one he has on while he is in the ring. You noticed a little flicker in his eyes. Anger, disappointment, hurt. His sweaty jersey and black jeans on. And he was out without saying anything.

"You fucked up." You heard Mei whisper.

You hurried up the stairs of Johnny and Yuta's apartment building. You had to see him, talk to him, yet you did not knew what you would say if you met him. You felt yourself getting out of breath. Just as you were about to take your next step, somebody pulled on your hand.

"Huh?Johnny?"

"You should not."

"I just-have-" you enhaled "have to see him. I think he-we"

"I get it. But right now is not the time."

"Why?"

"He got pissed off and drunk, bought some girl home. "

"Oh yeah." You said, sitting down on the stairs. You felt dull, numb, it was like the temperature dropped suddenly. You touched your throat, your neck, there was nothing but then why you couldn't you breathe.

"There's match tomorrow. You can talk then. Come I will walk you down." The night was so cold. You looked up, no stars in sky tonight. It's like your darkness engulfed them too.

The match was horrible. Taeyong won. But all you could remember was his body in blood, with Johnny grabbing him and taking him away. It was all a blur. You were choking, crying, shouting how this time he needed a doctor. Yuta was holding you back, your tears falling on hands.

"He will be alright. He will be back." He kept chanting.

You were sitting in your room when Yuta bought a glass of water for you. Still frustrated, annoyed, at Taeyong, at Johnny, at Yuta , at yourself. Your anxiety was eating you up. You could feel everything was piling up on Yuta's nerves too.

"Here drink this."

"I don't want to." Silence for a few seconds. You heard Yuta inhale.

"Then what do you want? I told you he will be fine. We have connections to doctors who deal with his stuff. Johnny said it's nothing. What else is fucking wrong then?" He sneered.

"YOU KNOW WHAT IS WRONG?" You got up " You wanna know what's wrong? Huh? It's wrong that Taeyong has to end up being bruised every week so that he can pay his dad's bills. It's fucking wrong that Johnny has to deal with these shady people to make some money. It's-It's wrong that Mei has to deal with these perverts to survive. " You ranted. "It's wrong we all ended up here being so miserable. That we have to constantly compromise on this road in order to get the destination. And what I want? I want to stop feeling like I am choking all the time. I want to breathe. I want to be brave enough to tell you how much I fucking feel for you. Brave enough to allow myself to love, to feel, to actually live. " You crashed on the floor and closed your eyes. You heard some footsteps and then some warmth. You felt the heaviness leaving you. You both sat there for a while, when he started getting up .

"Don't go." You spoke, pulling him towards you close, your nose brushing his.

It was the first time you actually felt his muscles, after seeing them from afar for so long. It was awkward, hot and passionate. It was like you both were trying to say something but could not find the words. So you used your hands, your lips. His grunts filling your ears. It was long after when he was asleep beside you, you looked around your discarded clothes on the floor and realized how you haven't seen him smile for so long.

The morning after was not awkward, not comfortable, just calm. You looked at Yuta, his face towards you, staring. His hair ruffled on your pillow, your finger tracing a scar on his shoulder.

"How did you meet them?" He whispered.

"Taeyong is childhood friend. We were neighbors, same school and now same university. He introduced me to Johnny. We all hit it off." He hummed. "You're not from here huh?"

"No. From Japan. Moved here in school, my dad got a job here. Met Johnny. Everything's a history since then."

"At what point it got fucked up?" You mumbled. He laughed, the voice ringing in your ears, it was like the warmth of ear muffs in a cold winter.

"It was a car crash. Both of them gone, just like this. No goodbyes, no love you's, no 'go to sleep, enough stories for today', nothing. Just silence. It was a like a black and white silent movie since then. I stayed with Johnny's family until my grandmother moved here to take care of me, helps me all she can. " He spoke, like a dream.

"You must really love her."

"I do."

"Your turn." He said, turning an imaginary mic towards you.

"My father was an abusive jerk. My mum suffered a lot, but one day she left. It was hard you know, she did not had a job. But still she raised me the best she could. I can't ask her for any more financial help, she doesn't tell me but I know how hard it was for her to send me here. So that's that."

"Your mother is a very strong woman."

"Seeing her work so hard, taking so much for me, I thought about dying so much. But I just could not. I am all she has."

"It's nice. To know you. To be able to understand you."

"Why would you want that Yuta?"

"Is it weird that there's a guy out here who's hobby is to try to understand you?" He spoke, barely a whisper, like a complaint, like it was unfair to him.

He was gone when you came out of the shower. You called Taeyong and he told you he was fine.

"A cast on the hand, and some bruises. Other than it's fine. Some rest and I will be fine."

"You're not lying, are you?"

"Never___."

A part of you was hoping Yuta would stay, after the morning you spent, talking about everything. You constantly replayed the conversation in your head. It felt unreal how he was just beside you just few hours ago, now he was gone. You wanted to talk him but what words were you going to choose. You looked at the bed, still unmade, the room still had a faint smell of his cologne. Even though he was not here, his memories still made you feel the stars were twinkling inside your heart.

"I love this smell after the rain." Mei spoke, as you both walked towards the park near the cafe, as you watched the evening disappear and the stars coming out . Johnny decided it was long time since the group hung out together and Taeyong wanted some fresh air after so many hours of sleep and pain killers. You knew Yuta be there too, after all Johnny said the whole group.

You saw Johnny and Yuta passing around the football and Taeyong sitting on the bench, laughing. You all talked, laughed and played. After a while, Johnny and Mei sat together, just looking at park fountain and Taeyong was writing something in his diary. Yuta was sitting under a tree, football by side. You went and sat beside him. His face covered in moonlight, his eyes closed.

"You left without a goodbye." You spoke softly.

"I thought you needed some time, you were upset last night."

"Do you think I slept with you because I was upset?"

"Should I think that?"

"No. I slept with you because I wanted." You sighed. "I did not mean what I said that day, in the cafe."

"Then why did you say it?"

"Because I was afraid, I still am. I saw my parents marriage crumble, I saw people change, I feel like you're too good for me. I am used to being alone, being responsible. I am on a journey and yet you feel like a destination." You spoke. He took your hand and held it.

"I have lost so much, I stopped feeling anything for a long time. And then I met you, and you I started seeing splashes of colors in white and the stars glowing in black, I could hear the voices again, people laughing, shouting, calling out each other. I am not your destination, but I want to be your journey. I want to be with you, beside you, I want to walk with you." He spoke.

"I want to be with you too. Being with you makes me feel the most vibrant, you make me feel like I can breathe, like I can stand up on my own. I used to feel like I was not supposed to feel happy or loved until I had everything, after meeting you, I know that the journey can be beautiful too."

"I used to see you in the university, always with Taeyong, Johnny and Mei. I wanted to approach you, but you looked just so happy with them." Yuta turned towards you and then smiled, his smile, the one that could light up the sky. "Then I met you this winter on a cold night, and my life started to change since then. I miss you, I need you and I love you."

"Nakamoto Yuta, I love you too."

The kiss was sweet, full of longing, patience and love. The wind blew your hair, the stars were blinking at you, like they were laughing, the moon was bright, beaming at you, like it knew. You saw Johnny and Mei walking standing up and Taeyong closing his diary and smiling at you. You felt vibrant, not only on the inside but the also on the outside.

"You look beautiful." Taeyong said.

"Thank you for being here."

"I wouldn't let anyone else to be here." Taeyong added. "Quite wonderful how all of us reached the destination huh, I am proud of us." You hugged him. "You have and will always be my little sister." He whispered.

"Shall we?" He asked, giving you his hand.

"Yes." You took it and walked down the aisle. You saw your mother at the front, Mei being your maid of honor, Johnny as the best man and then you saw Yuta. Standing at the alter, smiling at you, and all you could think was, so beautiful.

alright so i don’t know underground boxing scene works. knowledge is limited to the fanfics. this was supposed to be kinda slow or slice of life kinda thing. Also it doesn’t look like it but i’d really appreciate comments or ask, it’s a side blog so i can’t reply personal DMs.

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Woensdag 18:49

The address that Zoë had texted them (that he fired off to the Broerrrs) was not far from the flatshare. At best, it was a three-minute walk. It was a hole-in-the-wall bar, like the one that Senne recommended to Jens for their “guys’ night.” Through the large glass windows along the wall, he could see all five of the girls near the back of the bar. They were sitting at two tables shoved together with a mess of chairs scattered around them.

Robbe knew that he would be the first of his friends to arrive at the bar. Moyo had rushed home to check on his mom, Aaron was swinging his mom’s house to check on his younger brother, and Jens was swinging by the coffee shop to pick up Lucas, who had been scheduled to work until 18:30. Robbe had only stopped by the flatshare to drop off his backpack, making sure to grab his wallet from the depths of his backpack, before he headed out.

When the bell signaled his appearance, every person in the bar naturally turned to see who it was. The bartender fired off a greeting and asked about his drink. Robbe was barely able to hold up his pinky before Jana came crashing into him. She threw her arms around him as Robbe tried his best not to lose his balance. She laughed before pulling back and grinning. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too,” Robbe said.

And he genuinely meant it.

While he had been the one to fuck up by spilling the secret that she confided in Robbe, he had missed their friendship. When they met in groups, it was a little easier. But Robbe had been genuinely upset about hearing that she was moving to America. At her going-away party, Robbe had hugged her tightly and told her he wanted to make sure they kept in touch. He knew that he would never truly make up for his actions, but he wanted to try and be a better friend for her.

“Here you go,” the bartender said, sliding a beer across the counter. Once Robbe paid, Jana practically dragged him over to the table, her ponytail bouncing behind her. Zoë had patted the chair to her left and Robbe sat down. Jana took her seat between Zoë and Yasmina. Though the two had seen each other earlier that day, Yasmina waved at him and Robbe grinned in response.

Within seconds, Jana was slipping back into a conversation with Luca about her boyfriend. Robbe felt bad for accidentally interrupting their conversation with his arrival. Glancing around the table, Zoë leaned over to furtively get his attention. Though Yasmina seemed to notice, the other girls didn’t. Confused, Robbe turned in her direction and Zoë whispered, “There is a chance of Senne dropping by later. Do your best to act surprised, okay?”

“You haven’t told the girls about you and Senne?” Robbe whispered.

“You only know because Milan caught him making coffee one morning and Milan is physically incapable of keeping his mouth shut,” Zoë reminded him. Robbe nodded. That afternoon, Milan had practically knocked down his bedroom door in his eagerness to tell Robbe the scoop, with the embarrassed Zoë on his heels. Robbe had been worried that he would have to help Zoë dispose of a body that day. “I’m not sure, but Amber might know because her brother is Senne’s best friend. So, please?”

Robbe nodded. Zoë sent him a thankful glance as Robbe took a sip of his beer.

“Hey, Robbe,” Luca spoke up. She was seated beside Amber, who kept glancing toward the door with an increased frequency. “Where are the other Broerrrs? Are they running late?”

Despite not being the target of the conversation, Amber turned to Luca. “Aaron had to run to check on his brother because his mom is working late at the hospital.” She paused, turning to Robbe. “I’m not sure about Moyo and Jens though.”

“Moyo had to run home to check on his mom so he’s going to be late,” Robbe said. He glanced down at his watch to check the time. “And I’m not sure about Jens because they should’ve left the coffee shop twenty minutes ago and it’s only five minutes away from here.”

Zoë turned to him, a thoughtful look on her face. “Maybe they stopped by the flatshare? I don’t imagine that he would want to come in his uniform.”

“Or they probably stopped to make out,” Luca said, smirking. Beside her, Amber snickered and Yasmina rolled her eyes. Zoë bit down on her lip, trying to hide her own knowing smile, and Robbe nodded. It surely sounded like Jens and Lucas. They had a tendency to get all wrapped up in each other and not look at the time. “You might want to send them a text to make sure that they’re still coming,” Luca said, snickering.

Beside her, Amber shifted out of her seat as the bell chimed when the door opened. Robbe glanced over his shoulder to see Aaron moving to meet Amber in a kiss as Moyo headed to the bar to order two beers. Jana half-turned to hug Moyo and Aaron when they approached. “You know what, I think I will,” Robbe muttered. He pulled out his phone and sent out a text to Jens. It took several moments before he got a response.

Jens: On our way.

Looking over his shoulder, Zoë chuckled. “That’s exactly what they were doing.” Moyo took a seat next to Robbe, clapping him on the shoulder. Aaron sat on the other side of the table between Amber and Yasmina, who smiled at him for a greeting.

“Who stopped to make out?” Jana questioned, curious. The girl was half-turned to Zoë in her chair. Her blue eyes darted between Robbe and Zoë, who simply glanced at each other. Glancing around the table before returning their gaze to them, Jana asked, “Does Jens have a girlfriend?”

Robbe smirked. “Not quite.”

Jana blinked in confusion. Twice. Three times. Then, she grinned, looking like she had just stumbled upon gossip gold. “Wait, Jens has a new boyfriend?” The looks on their faces must’ve been answer enough because her grin got bigger. “That’s amazing! Since when?”

“About two months now,” Moyo said. He glanced at Robbe, who nodded his head to let him know that he was correct.

“Who is it?” she asked. She turned to Zoë, who glanced up. “Do I know who it is?”

“It’s Milan’s cousin,” Amber said.

“Milan’s cousin?” Jana questioned. She raised an eyebrow, reaching for her phone. “I didn’t even know he had a cousin, but it’s been so long since I’ve been on Instagram. Studying for finals while packing was absolute hell.”

The bell rang, signaling the door opening. Jens stepped into the bar with Lucas right behind him. Both of them had swollen lips and looked like they had just run from the flatshare. Lucas had switched his coffee shop uniform for a pair of shorts and a button-up floral shirt. Jens was still wearing his outfit from earlier but his shirt was wrinkled. Seeing the group staring at them, Jens grinned at them as Lucas ordered two beers. “We made it. Sorry. This one couldn’t keep his hands off me.”

Though Jens wasn’t looking at him, Lucas sent him a look that clearly stated, ‘Yeah, right.’

Jana hopped off her seat and moved to hug Jens. Even though they were almost the same height, Jana stood on her toes to fully hug him. Her ex-boyfriend returned the hug with one arm. Once they separated, he grinned at her. “How’s America been treating you?”

“Good,” Jana said.

Lucas stepped forward with two glasses of beer in his hands. Without the use of his hands, Lucas gave him a gentle kick and Jens automatically turned toward him. He took the glass of beer without pausing and turned back to Jana, who was grinning at the two of them. “Jana, this is Lucas, my boyfriend. Lucas, this is Jana, my—”

“Ex-girlfriend,” Lucas filled in, grinning. He held out his hand to Jana, who took it gingerly and shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, finally. I’ve heard a lot about you from Zoë and Jens. Mostly from Zoë because we live together and your visit is all she’s been talking about for weeks.”

“And you’re the boyfriend,” Jana mirrored. “It’s so nice to meet you as well. I’m a little caught off-guard because Jens and I haven’t talked in months. But I need to ask you a serious question.” There was a brief nervous look that flashed across Lucas’s face before he nodded. Jana looked towards Jens before leaning closer. As Lucas leaned closer, Jens glanced between the two of them confused. Then with a straight and serious face, Jana asked, “Does he still drool when he sleeps?”

Jens blinked. “What? I’ve never d—”

“Yes,” Lucas interrupted, nodding frantically.

Jens let out a groan, running a hand down his face, as the entire group burst into laughter.

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Woensdag 19:53

“No!” Jana exclaimed, covering her mouth. The rest of the group watched as her eyes darted between Robbe and Zoë, who had her chin resting against her palm. “You’re kidding! Someone actually thought that you guys were dating?”

“Yeah,” Zoë said, nodding her head. Jana laughed. “We were just walking around the supermarket, trying to get stuff for dinner that night, and this older woman walks up to us. She was as sweet as she could be and really well-meaning. But she started going off about how cute we were together and how we would have beautiful children with bright brown hair—because this was a few months ago, when I had grown my hair out because it was completely fried.”

Jana nodded in understanding and Robbe snickered.

“But have you seen the two of you?” Luca spoke up, laughing. “You would. If you two were each other’s type and were into each other.”

Zoë rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Anyway, she wouldn’t let either one of us get a word in on this conversation to correct her. It lasted nearly ten minutes and we were just standing there, waiting for this conversation to end. And she finally stops talking and she’s looking so proud of herself, right, but, then…” She paused dramatically, pretending to think, before she turned to Robbe, a sly smile tugging on her ruby red lips. “What exactly did you say to her, Robbe?”

Robbe sighed loudly as he leaned back in his chair. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Yes,” Jana said.

Zoë nodded, scrunching up her nose.

“What did you say?” Luca asked, her eyes wide.

Three seats over with an arm wrapped around Lucas, Jens raised an eyebrow and smirked over at him. “We’re waiting for you, bro.”

Robbe let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair. His friends were staring at him, waiting for him to speak. Zoë was already descending into borderline manic laughter before he even said a word. “After a few seconds of staring at her, I said, ‘My boyfriend wouldn’t be happy.’” As soon as the words left his mouth, his friends were overcome with laughter and it boomed over the entire bar. Robbe pursed his lips to try and keep his smile down, but he lost control of it quickly. “She was mortified.”

Zoë laughed in agreement, leaning against Robbe’s shoulder.

“As she should,” Lucas remarked, wiping tears from his eyes. Beside him, Jens was trying to control his laughter. “That’s what she gets for assuming.”

The bell rang, signaling that someone else had entered the bar. “Are we interrupting something?” Senne de Smet moved in their direction, smiling nervously at all of them. There were looks of confusion on all of their friends’ faces, with the sole exception of Lucas, who looked impassive, while Robbe tried his best to act shocked. The former playboy was wearing a black hoodie with a pair of denim jeans and a t-shirt. He made a beeline for Zoë, who reached out for his hand.

Before Senne had even taken her hand, Amber stood up on what Robbe presumed to be the footrests of her seat and practically shouted, “I knew it! You guys are back together.” Senne laughed, wrapping his arm around Zoë and patting Robbe’s back. While still resting her head against Robbe’s shoulder, Zoë wrapped her arm around Senne and pulled him closer against her side. “Why didn’t you tell me? You knew I was right!”

“Did I?” a deep voice asked from behind Senne. The voice tugged at something familiar in the back of Robbe’s brain. He tried to search it, pin down the detail of where he had heard it before, but he was coming up empty. As soon as he felt like he had a clear vision, it disappeared between his fingers like smoke, fading into the air. Zoë glanced at him, her eyebrows narrowing in confusion. Robbe could see the question forming in her eyes, but before she could ask, someone moved around the table, draping one arm over the back of Amber’s chair. “Senne doesn’t bore me with every little detail of his love life. Just like I don’t bore him with every detail of mine.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “Somehow, I highly doubt that.”

Robbe felt his eyes go wide and he swallowed the gasp that threatened to escape out of his mouth.

It was him.

The guy from outside the bar.

Sander.

In the bright lights of the bar—and a little bit more sober than on Friday—the man looked different than he did in the alleyway. For starters, Robbe could see him a lot more clearly in the brightly-lit bar. Robbe could see the scar beside his right eye and the beauty mark on his cheek. His jawline was sharper than he thought, capable of cutting glass and steel, and his full lips turned up in a smile. He stripped off his jacket and Robbe saw it all in slow-motion; the reveal of his gray graphic t-shirt, the sunflower, the dragonflies, the forest, the silver ring on his right hand. He ran a hand through his bleached hair, exposing the brown roots against his scalp, and tossed the jacket on the back of Amber’s chair.

Shit, Robbe thought. The guy, Sander, was even hotter than Robbe remembered.

From two seats over, Lucas turned to him and raised a knowing eyebrow. Robbe tried to subtly flip him off.

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Sander asked.

“Because,” Amber remarked. “The two of you have practically never left each other’s side since Luka moved to Brussels! I find it very hard to believe that you wouldn’t know. Especially with your innate ability to ‘know all.’”

“Well, we have left each other’s side, thank you very much,” Sander pointed out, gesturing in the direction of Senne without looking. Robbe wondered, briefly, if he would remember him from outside the bar. There was a part of Robbe that hoped he didn’t, because he would get a second chance at making a good first impression. Plus, Robbe wasn’t generally a memorable person. “Besides,” Sander said. In one quick moment, he leaned over and took a sip of the drink in her hand before moving on like it never even happened. “It wasn’t my secret to tell, because I’m sure they had their reasons.”

Amber rolled her eyes. When he tried to reach out for another sip, she turned and pushed him away with her free hand. Sander pouted (cutely) and Senne let out a booming laugh. The focus at the table quickly shifted to Zoë and Senne. Robbe felt like he could barely hear the imposing questions that the group was throwing at the couple because he was watching Sander, who was glancing at each of them in turn.

Then, his eyes landed on him, emerald green connecting with brown, and Robbe felt as though an electric current shot through him at maximum intensity. There was a look of recognition that flashed through Sander’s eyes and his lips turned up into a greeting grin. His mouth fell open, like he was about to speak out loud, speak to Robbe, and he could feel his stomach flipping around and—

“Robbe?”

For a second, he didn’t register the lighter voice and he thought it was Thomas, because he was the only person that would be looking for him. But the wave of panic was only temporary, quelling when he spotted the short black bob cut and the septum piercing over Senne’s shoulder. Once he spotted that, he felt his body relax immensely as Zoë turned to glance at him. “Noor?” he said.

The girl grinned at him, deep red lipstick and all.

Once Zoë had moved her head, Robbe climbed out of his seat and moved towards the girl. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing a featherlight kiss against his cheek, and Robbe dutifully mirrored the action against her own cheek. Behind him, the chattering returned to normal and Robbe stepped back from his friend. Noor beamed up at him. “How are you doing? It’s been a while since we’ve talked.”

“Yeah,” Robbe said. “About four months now, right?”

“Yeah, last time I think we talked was a week or two after dinner.”

Once or twice a year, the handful of Antwerp streamers liked to get together and have a homemade dinner at one of their places. From the major streamers with thousands of daily viewers, to smaller ones like Noor, across all games and genres, everyone was invited. They even had their own Discord server. At the last dinner, the two of them had hit it off rather quickly. They had talked all evening about Noor’s girlfriend and her artwork, Robbe’s trouble with Thomas, and day-to-day streamer stuff. After the party, Robbe had kept in contact with her, but the break up forced him into a mindset of living day-by-day and they hadn’t talked a lot since.

“Yeah, yeah,” Robbe started, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry about not responding to you. I was going through a—”

“Hey,” Noor interrupted gently. Robbe stopped as the black-haired girl beamed up at him. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Come on, I’ll buy you a drink and we can catch up on the last few months.”

“Are you sure? I can buy your drink.”

“Nonsense, Robbe,” Noor said. She grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled him in the direction of the bar. Glancing behind him, he saw that Senne had taken Robbe’s seat and Zoë leaned against his side. The rest of them had fallen into easy conversation. “I am perfectly capable of buying your drink. If it makes you feel any better, you can buy my next one.”

It sounded like a fair trade. “That sounds good to me,” Robbe replied. As soon as Noor let his arm go and the bartender leaned over to take her order, Robbe found his eyes wandering back over to the table. He stared at the group, not really absorbing what he was seeing until his eyes flitted over to Sander, who stood in the space between Amber and Aaron, holding a single glass of beer that Robbe hadn’t seen before. He stared at him for a beat as Sander conversed with his friends.

Then, his green eyes darted back to Robbe and the electric shock returned, coursing through his entire body.

“So,” Robbe said, abruptly. He turned his gaze back to Noor, who counted out money for the bartender. She glanced up at his voice and pushed the beer glass to him by the coaster. “How has your life been the past five months?”

…

Woensdag 20:58

To add three new chairs to their table, they had to shift the tables around to make room. What transpired was a lot of laughter and giggles as people bumped elbows and knees to scoot around. Sander had originally tried to squeeze his seat between Amber and Aaron, but the blonde pushed him out of the way. As a result, he ended up sitting on Amber’s other side, between her and Luca. Every once in a while, Robbe’s eyes would automatically search the table and land on Sander. Most times, the bleach-blond didn’t notice. Sometimes, he did—green connecting with brown—and Robbe would promptly look away.

In the impromptu shifting of the tables, Jana’s glass had nearly toppled over, losing half of its contents in the process. They all laughed as Jens, ever the bartender, rushed to get a wet towel before the beer dried or left a stain and hit his head on the table as he stood back up. When he returned to Lucas’s side, the older boy placed a kiss on the bump and Jens grinned at him before proceeding to snatch his phone and keep it out of his reach.

“Jens,” Lucas practically shouted, even though the corners of his lips were turned up into a smile. He tried to stand up on the footrests to get his phone, but Jens moved it out of his reach. “What the fuck? Give me my phone back.”

“I told you that your mom is doing fine,” Jens said, trying to sound stern and, ultimately, failing as the corners of his own lips pulled up. Across the table, Sander sat up, leaning toward Amber. Without meaning to, Robbe watched him as he whispered something in her ear before getting up from the table. His eyes followed him until he disappeared out the front door, the bell signaling his departure. When Robbe blinked back to reality, he was thankful to find none of his friends looking at him strangely. “She and your uncle are having a great time and she’s okay.”

“Jens—”

“She’s okay,” Jens replied, smiling down at him. “I promise. You’ve just got to let her relax.”

There was a nagging feeling at the back of Robbe’s head and his eyes wandered back over to the front door. It had only been a few seconds since he had left, but Robbe couldn’t help searching for Sander. Even though Robbe knew he was completely out of sight. Robbe had wanted to properly introduce himself, to show that he wasn’t always upset because of his ex, to thank him for checking on him when he left the bar in complete duress.

But Robbe didn’t want to come across as annoying. If Sander wanted to speak with him, he would have. It had been over an hour since Senne had arrived with his two roommates and Sander hadn’t moved from Amber’s side. Yet, he engaged in group conversations with Amber and Luca, teased Senne from across the table, and tried to act aloof with Aaron, who seemed eager to please him for some reason. Thomas used to tell him that he could sometimes try too hard—and that was the last thing that he wanted to do.

Robbe swallowed.

When Robbe tried to turn back to Noor, he felt something tugging at the back of his brain, urging him to jump to his feet and head outside the bar. Swallowing the anxious bubble that was forming in his throat, Robbe slid out of his chair and got to his feet. At his movement, Zoë looked up at him with curiosity. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Robbe replied. The excuse flew to his tongue without hesitation. “I just wanted to check in with my mom. She’s been quiet most of the day.”

Zoë nodded.

Robbe moved across the bar, heading in the direction of the door. Behind him, he could vaguely hear his friends asking and Zoë repeating his excuse without blinking. As he made it to the door, he pulled out his phone and found his messages with his mom. Stepping out into the mild summer night, he typed out a message to her and sent it quickly.

Robbe: How has your day been? You’ve been quiet. Was it a busy day at work?

As he stepped out beneath the canopy above the door, he let out a breath. It was nearing 21:00, which is generally when his mother took her medications. Almost all of her nightly pills had a side-effect of making her sleepy and they all worked fast. Combine that with her love of getting absorbed in a television show before bed and Robbe wasn’t expecting to hear from her until the next morning.

Glancing up from his phone, he found Sander quite easily.

It wasn’t like it was hard.

Outside of the bar, the street was only partially lit with sconces attached to the brick wall. There were the lights on the street, but they hardly did anything to brighten the sidewalk. It was naturally dark. But Sander’s bright, nearly-white hair stood out among the dark street and the shadows. He was standing on the edge of the sidewalk, facing the street, with a cigarette between his fingertips.

For a moment, Robbe stared at him, wondering what he should say. There was a part of him that wanted to run back into the bar and pretend like he had never left. But there was another part of him that wanted to step forward and thank him for talking to him on Friday—and, maybe, just maybe, talk to him some more. And it was this part that ultimately won the match in his chest, causing him to take a step forward to Sander. “Hey.”

Sander glanced up, still holding the cigarette in his fingertips. At the sight of Robbe, standing there with his hands in his pockets, Sander grinned. “Hey.” There was a brief pause before Sander held out the cigarette to him. “Want a drag?”

On Friday, Robbe had said no.

Now, he took a bold step forward and lifted the cigarette from Sander’s fingers. Sander’s hand dropped to his side as Robbe placed the cigarette against his lips, inhaling a long puff of smoke. A smirk quickly overtook Sander’s smile as green connected with brown again. Robbe exhaled and handed the cigarette back, their fingers briefly touching “I never thanked you.”

“For?” Sander asked.

“For Friday.”

“Oh,” Sander said. “But you did. Thank me, I mean. Right before you left.”

Shit, he was right. “Well, I don’t feel like I properly thanked you, because I was buzzed and upset and ready to leave.” There was a look on Sander’s face that Robbe couldn’t identify. But it made his stomach flip. Not like the anxiety-filled flipping that Thomas evoked. Something else. Something different. “And now I’m still buzzed, but I’m not upset or eager to leave. So, thank you.”

Sander smiled at him. “You’re welcome.”

Sander took another drag of the cigarette and turned his eyes back to the street in front of him. The silence washed over them in waves. There was a hint of awkwardness coursing through the air and Robbe wondered if it was just him who felt it. Then Sander glanced at him and caught him looking. But Robbe didn’t look away this time. “So,” Sander said. He held out the cigarette to Robbe, who took it. “How do you know Zoë?”

“We live together,” Robbe replied. He placed the cigarette against his lips and took another drag. As the smoke filled his lungs, there was a look on Sander’s face, like he wanted to know more, like he wanted to know everything that Robbe would give him. He exhaled the smoke into the air, idly twisting the cigarette in his fingertips. “We went to high school together. I lived with her and Milan when I was sixteen for a bit, and then permanently when I was nineteen.” Sander nodded, looking like he was about to say something else, when Robbe added, “How do you know Amber?”

Sander’s eyes went wide, like he hadn’t expected Robbe to notice, and he smirked over at Robbe. “She’s my little sister,” he said. Sander took the cigarette from Robbe’s fingers. Their fingers brushed, sending a surge of warmth through his body, before it was gone, like it was never there. “Well, step-siblings technically. My father started dating her mother in middle school. We used to hate each other back then. Now, we’re practically blood.”

“Ah,” Robbe hummed, grinning.

“What?” Sander asked.

“Nothing,” Robbe said. “That’s just why you’re giving Aaron so much shit, huh? Because you’re being the protective older brother?”

Sander shrugged, exhaling the smoke in one breath, angled slightly upward so it would miss Robbe’s face. It jetted out of his mouth, briefly making him look like a dragon. “What can I say? I’ve always been quite protective of her, especially when there’s a new boy in her life,” he said. “You know, you should go back to the bar.”

“Huh?”

“The bar. From Friday,” he added. Sander crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the tree. “Your ex being there kind of left a bad memory, you know? And you might never want to go back. But you can always go and make a new memory there, right?”

“Yeah,” Robbe replied, nodding. “Yeah, I guess I could.”

Suddenly, the door to the bar behind them swung open. In a bizarre sense of déjà vu, the two of them turned to see who it was. Zoë was standing in the doorway, a concerned look on her face as she stared at Robbe with a raised eyebrow. He was about to speak when Zoë asked, “Is everything okay with Mama?”

Oh. Right.

“Um, I sent her a text but…” Robbe started, feeling the warmth flooding to his cheeks. If there was anything telling on his face, Zoë didn’t mention it. He pulled out his phone and, sure enough, there was no text message from his mama. “It’s likely that she’s gone to bed and didn’t check her phone. Sorry, I would’ve come back in sooner but Sander and I started talking.”

“It’s okay,” Zoë replied. Her eyes briefly darted from Robbe to Sander then back to him. “I just got worried and wanted to check to make sure that everything was okay.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Robbe said, trying to tamper down the blush on his cheeks. Zoë headed back inside, the door slamming shut behind her. Robbe bit down on his lip, turning to Sander. The man was still leaning against the tree, shrouded in shadows, but there was a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. Somehow, the smirk made the blush on his cheeks intensify and Robbe headed inside. Behind him, he could hear Sander stomping out the cigarette before he followed him.

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itsuki-minamy · 4 years ago

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“SIX IDOLS”

CHAPTER 2: “YATA MISAKI’S BUILDING EXPLORATION! HAUNTED HOUSE EDITION” (Part 2)

* K - Six Idols (List of Chapters) * Projects & Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

The director puts his hand to his jaw and thinks. Yata looked at his figure expectantly.

"It is true that this will hinder the schedule."

"Really?!"

"Then, let's go find the rabbit."

"Eh?"

The director and other members of the film crew rose to their feet one after another. From those who handle the light to the makeup, they try to go with the director. Yata instinctively tried to stop them.

"Wait a minute! Why is everyone going?"

"As we will be looking for him, it is better to have more manpower."

"That's right, oh, yeah, then I'll go with you."

"No, if we let the actor do these kinds of tasks, the name of the show will be frowned upon. Yata-san and Kamamoto-san, you should wait here."

Just with that, the other members except Yata and Kamamoto walked out of the reception room.

"……"

Yata stretched out his empty hand and sat back on the couch.

The reception room, where the current had already been introduced, felt even colder when the equipment left. Yata flailed his legs fiercely, staring into the dim lamplight. He cannot say anything and is calm.

He feels bad because he is worried about the normal path. As an important figure in the world of idols, Yata pays tribute to Kokujoji. He is concerned about the status of the great man, not because he is afraid of this eerie western-style building.

While repeating his trembling thoughts, Yata was confident that the team or the rabbit would return as soon as possible.

And 30 minutes passed, 1 hour passed.

It seems that the rain has stopped a bit. Instead, thunder was heard more frequently. The haunting and rumbling sky sometimes casts a light similar to a flare on the window. This time, Yata realized that his body was jumping.

"It's not too late?"

Unable to suppress the trembling voice, he talks to Kamamoto. Kamamoto keeps his camera on the table in front of him, arms crossed and silent.

Yata was driven by anxiety and shook his shoulder.

"Eh? Kamamoto?"

Kamamoto lowered his head in a low voice.

"Yes."

"Don't fall asleep, fat man!"

"Hmm!" When he touched his head, Kamamoto's sunglasses slid off.

Kamamoto makes a shocked voice, dressed like an idiot with sunglasses hooked to the edge of his ear.

"What is it? What is it?"

"Idiot! The others haven't come back yet!"

However, Yata's anger did not seem to be transmitted to Kamamoto at all. He stretched out humorously, grabbed the camera from the table, and stood up.

"I'm in trouble. Then I'll search a bit!"

"Oh, why?"

The voice was about to scream, but Yata no longer has the psychological margin to worry about such things. Kamamoto scratched his head like he was in trouble.

"No, it doesn't matter what you say. If they don't come back, it's only natural for me to go looking for them, right?"

"That said, the directors have not returned. If you go, the same thing will happen, right?"

Kamamoto bowed his head and pointed the camera at Yata. Yata's face is reflected in the black lens. Kamamoto had a ridiculous tone as he clearly reflected his scared face.

"Maybe Yata-san… Are you afraid of being alone?"

"Moron!"

Yata's low kick went through Kamamoto's right knee and the giant rolled on the ground.

"Hey, Yata-san, please stop hitting me!"

"Ah! Maybe it's because I don't like your comments?"

"Just kidding! Yata isn't scared at this level! I get it!"

"I go to search..."

Yata responds with a negative voice like a different person than until now. Kamamoto stood up while rubbing his knees and headed straight for the exit.

"Then, I'll go for a bit."

Kamamoto left the room. Yata was left alone in the reception room.

"……"

He cannot hear anything but the sound of rain, thunder, and the beat of his heart. He feels restless and walk around the table for no reason. Check the clock almost every minute. Every time, he repeats the idea of going round and round, why he hasn't come back yet.

At that moment, the roar of the guitar solo echoed through the hall.

"What?!"

Involuntarily, he raises a strange voice and jumps. The guitar solo echoed in Yata's bag that he had left on the couch. The fiery melody is a representative song of "Red King Idol" Suoh Mikoto, which Yata respects.

Yata took out his PDA while suppressing his heartbeat.

The incoming call was from Kamamoto. As soon as he answers the call, Yata yells at him.

"Hey, don't call suddenly!"

As he screamed, Yata felt relieved somewhere in his heart.

Kamamoto on the other end of the phone echoed the usual subtle voice without knowing such complicated psychology.

"No, I'm sorry, Yata-san. I thought it would be bad for Yata-san to be worried, so I'm sorry."

"Are you eating something?"

"Eh? No, no way..."

"You're eating! Where are you now?"

"Oh, no... it's like a kitchen."

"You're stupid! How do you eat in someone's kitchen when you visit their house? You can't do that, even if you're a visitor!"

Yata yells. At the same time, when he looks out the window, he notices that his expression has softened. Kamamoto's usual eating habits seemed to be irreplaceable and encouraging at this point.

Kamamoto says, while making a locking sound.

"Well, you often say that if I'm hungry, I can't do it, right? And I came here guessing."

"Eh?"

"I could see a figure here, so I thought it was a rabbit. It was wearing white clothes, so I'm sure it's correct."

A small shadow was born on Yata's slightly warmed chest.

A figure in white clothes.

"Hey, Kamamoto."

"Hmm? That? That, maybe..."

When he hears Kamamoto's voice as if noticing something, the shadow gets bigger as it swells.

"Wait a minute. Come back!"

"No, what are you talking about, there was a rabbit. Sorry! When can I start recording?"

There, Kamamoto's voice cut off.

The shadow fills Yata's heart. Yata clenches the sweat from his hands that slowly spreads onto his PDA.

"Hey! Kamamoto! Come back!"

"That? It's weird. Why?"

"Kamamoto!"

"Why was his neck looking away?"

Almost at the same time as those words, a wet sound echoed off his PDA.

It's like hitting a wet leather bag on the ground.

It's like squashing a rotten tomato.

A sound with an ominous premonition clung to Yata's ears.

"Kama-…!"

The calling voice was interrupted by a loud sound that pierced the tympanic membrane. Maybe that's why he dropped his PDA. He lets it go involuntarily, and Yata looks at his PDA. Notice the words "Rikio Kamamoto" floating just below the "Call" screen.

After a while of silence, the speaker began to pick up the sound of "something."

Tap. Tap. Yata notes that the sound that resonates regularly is footsteps. Facing Yata, who is stuck as if frozen, the speaker mercilessly continues to reproduce the sound of "something".

"Heh heh heh."

In the end, a sound like that of a laughing voice, and the call was cut off.

Seeing the words "End of call", Yata noticed the sweat on his back.

There is certainly "something" here.

Yata thinks about it while being driven into a panic. Can't imagine what it is. Is it related to that white figure? What happened to that rabbit and the members that went looking for him?

And Kamamoto...

"Ah!"

Clenching his fist and teeth, Yata stared at the living room door.

If Yata were alone, he would have screamed and stormed out of the reception room, rushing into mountains of thunderstorms. Not good in this situation, let's be clear. It is incredibly scary. Even now, his knees are shaking and he can't even stand.

However, Kamamoto is here. There are also directors and film crews that came with him.

If he abandons them and runs away alone, he will deny the human Misaki Yata.

"Damn!"

Yata slammed his hardened fist against his thigh. That doesn't stop the shaking of the knees, but it is something.

Thus, pain inspired Yata. He strides across the room and kicks the door open before crossing.

"Wait, Kamamoto! I'm going to help you now!"

Screaming to inspire himself, Yata stepped into the darkness in front of him.

++++++++++

Kamamoto said at the end that he was in the kitchen.

Of course, Yata does not know the layout of the building. Still, since it's a kitchen, he guesses it's somewhere on the first floor, and he walks down the hall in big surprise. The lamp, which should be from the lighting equipment, was not on, and Yata had to use the light from his PDA as a flashlight and advance terrifyingly.

Lightning and thunder roar. The entire view of the hallway was projected for a moment as if the camera's flash fired.

It's a long corridor with blood-colored ridges and bone-like walls. The portraits are evenly spaced on the wall.

As he slowly advances, Yata tries to keep the portrait out of his eyes. Because the line of sight can match. Because if he looks at them, they might laugh at him.

If he looks at a portrait, his heart may explode as if he is doing his best live. Yata still couldn't die. He couldn't die until he saved Kamamoto and the team members.

"……"

The blankness on his face means that fear outweighs courage. There is no colleague from the "Homura Performing Arts Office" who can laugh at him, they are not here at the moment. Yata has to fight both loneliness and fear.

Fold the corner twice.

Apparently it is a corridor. Maybe the kitchen is not on the first floor. If that happens, he will have to climb the stairs. That fact began to haunt Yata's thoughts.

Before entering the hall, a white figure reflected in the window for a moment flickered in Yata's mind.

Climbing the stairs means going to that figure. Yata wasn't sure he could get into such a situation even though he no longer had the courage to oppress it anymore.

When, suddenly, the door on his left moved with a piercing noise.

"Eh?"

Yata jumped to the ground in a squeaky voice.

The door opened slowly as if it had a will of its own.

The warm breeze that flowed from there caressed his taut cheeks.

He's sure it was moved by air flow or something, until he found out, it wouldn't move.

Thousands of words that are less than thoughts fill his mind. The instinct of "I want to get away from here" and the belief that "I can't abandon my friends" conflict with each other, and Yata's body tends to be rigid.

As it is, a minute has passed.

Nothing happens.

Realizing that, Yata began to move. The doorplate illuminated by the light of the PDA came into view.

The word "Dining Room" was written there.

"This is here?"

Muttering to be sure, swallowing hard, Yata opened the door.

The spacious dining room was filled with humid air. There is a long table as seen in the movie and several chairs around it. A three-pointed candelabrum on a pure white tablecloth receives the light and glows golden.

Yata scans the room while glancing at the scene. If there is a door that leads to the kitchen, that will be the goal.

The feelings of wanting to find them and not wanting to find them are in conflict in Yata. It was the manifestation of the two feelings that filled Yata's heart, the instinct of not wanting to face loyalty and the belief that he should help his companions.

Suddenly, Yata felt something crash against his toes.

It bounces and terrifyingly points the light to the ground.

It was a ham. A thick, boneless ham that appears to be around Yata's foot. There is evidence that the packaging has been broken and removed.

Kamamoto no doubt picked it up and ate it.

He had been here.

"Kamamoto?"

His voice echoed mysteriously. When he turned on the lights, the door that would lead to the kitchen was open. Yata went in there.

The kitchen floor was damp. When Yata's shoes hit the wet floor, he made a sticky noise and pulled a rope between his shoes and the floor.

The light from the PDA trembled as if Yata's discomfort was transmitted.

The previous light reflects the ground. Yata arrived when there was a trail of something crawling across the red-black wet ground.

At the same time, there is a watery sound in the kitchen.

Kucha, Juru, Picha, Nichi, Giri.

He doesn’t notice it from the sound of the rain. he could hear the sound all the time.

Jutsu, guchitsu, baki, zuru, gucha...

Maybe he didn't want to realize it. Because it was a realization of Yata's fear.

Baki, Bagi, Goritsu, Boritsu, Jururu.

However, Yata had to face realization. He thought that he had to record it in his own eyes no matter what result he was hoping for.

A trembling light crawls across the ground and follows the bloodline.

"It" was closer than he expected.

He was wearing white clothing, similar to a dress. The word "it" comes from the fact that it was so worn that it was hard to see. The hem ripped like a saw blade and dirt that has mixed in here and there has soaked it. It was probably the dirt that caused the thread to stick to the soles of Yata's shoes.

"It" seemed to turn away from him and crouch like a monkey, shaking his head vigorously. He shook his pure white hair, moving his face further and further, and moving his hands to break something.

Each time, the watery sound from before, resonates.

A familiar giant lay in front of "It"

Kamamoto's eyes, illuminated by the lights, were wide open and were no longer looking at anything.

Yata took a step back, it would be terrible to blame him for being shy. Yata's survival instinct demanded a distance from "it", just as a hunted animal would reflexively frighten. Holding his mouth with his hand, while pouring a fixed stare at "it", Yata tries to leave the room.

There was a dry sound under his feet.

"… ?!"

Yata hastily points the light at his feet.

There were Kamamoto's sunglasses. Stepped on by Yata, the lens of the sunglasses snapped in two.

He looked up from the sunglasses and saw "it", terrifyingly.

The movement stopped, as if it had frozen.

Even arms thin like dead trees and hair white like ceramic remain frozen.

The neck began to turn silently.

Slowly and precisely, like the gears of a machine. Turning sideways, diagonally back, and turning 180 degrees, it "saw" Yata.

Kamamoto's words revive in Yata's mind.

("Why is your neck there?")

Looking at Yata with only his face, with his body facing forward.

"It" moves just a little.

Random blood-soaked teeth were stained with a speckled pattern of yellow and red.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaah!"

When he noticed, Yata was sprinting down the hall of the building.

Screams of flight and senseless came from his mouth, the eyes had shed tears incessantly. He is not sure where he is going. However, he wanted to get away from that kitchen as soon as possible.

Yata slipped and fell, trying to turn the corner of the hall at full speed. He crashes into the wall and stops, reflectively looking at the darkness from which he ran.

He couldn't find the figure for "it."

However, only sound was heard.

Regularly echoing sounds and footsteps approached Yata from the other side of the darkness with a speed that shook fear.

Yata got to his feet and started running. His brain made a full rotation. Remembering the layout of the building, He try to find a way out.

As he ran down the hall, he saw a familiar sight.

This is the entrance hall he saw when he first entered the building. A ridiculously huge chandelier and a portrait of Daikaku Kokujoji on the wall of a huge staircase. Yata immediately took the door that led to the outside of the left door.

No matter how much he pushes or pull, it won't open. Even if he turned the key like crazy, kicked the door, or slammed it, the heavy door would not stubbornly move. Full of irritation and anger, Yata says, "Come on! What's this? Open up! Open up!"

However, the screaming, almost crying, stopped immediately. The footsteps were getting closer.

Hita, Hita, Hita, Hita.

Yata let go of all his emotions and ran like a ball. He refused to be there putting all his physical abilities that he refined as an idol.

Yata, who was running like the wind, soon found a bath.

When he enters, it was divided into several private rooms. He pushes open while checking with the PDA light and it slides inside.

When the lights went out, the bathroom filled with a darkness that seemed to crush him.

Yata supports his head as he shakes on the toilet seat.

("What is that, what is that, what is that?")

Did "it" eat Kamamoto?

Anger at his partner's murder swelled through his body, but much more than that, fear of the mysterious monster in front of him. The monster crawls out looking for him at this very moment. Just imagining it makes his skin rust.

After doing it for a while, Yata suddenly came up with something.

"I have to ask for help..."

Of course, the reason the idea that was taken for granted didn't come up until now is because his brain was engulfed in fear. Yata tapped his PDA with his shaking finger and first tried to contact his most trusted boss, Izumo Kusanagi.

At that moment, he heard a voice from the depths of the darkness of the hall.

"Yata-san, where are you? Please answer."

Yata stops his finger and raises his face as if flipped over. The cold, sweaty expression shone with wonder and joy.

"Kamamoto...?"

"Yata-san, please help me. I got hurt."

Without a doubt, it was Rikio Kamamoto's voice.

It has been delayed, but it cannot be wrong. Yata stood up in the bathroom of a private room and sharpened his ears.

Kamamoto's voice seems to come and go right outside the bathroom. Or maybe Kamamoto, who was lying at the time, was still alive. Perhaps he escaped from the monster and came to ask for help.

("Here! Kamamoto, I'm here! We will run away together!")

Yata hastily shut his mouth when he was about to scream.

Not out of self-protection, it was out of doubt.

Is that really Kamamoto's voice?

There is no reason. The questions equal to intuition, however, get louder and louder as he hears Kamamoto's voice.

"Yata-san, Yata-san, where are you? I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I don't care, I want to eat soon."

He had goose bumps.

No matter how much it is Kamamoto, in such a situation, he couldn't think of making such a loud voice and worrying about food.

Yata sat back on the toilet seat. He keeps his mouth closed with watery eyes to prevent any sound from escaping.

Still, Kamamoto's voice continues to call him by name. "Yata-san, where are you?"

Suddenly, Kamamoto's voice cut off.

"……"

Yata blinked. A tear drop was shed. He wondered if he was gone.

There is no way to confirm it. There is not an iota of courage to get out of there. Yata took out the PDA again and started the message app. He absolutely did not want to talk. First he would call Kusanagi, then Kusanagi would call the police.

Yata's PDA sounded with a roaring guitar solo.

"Eh?"

Suoh Mikoto's guitar solo, which he is more intoxicated with than anyone, now sounds like a devastating call from the devil. Yata hurries to look at the PDA. While cursing the idiot who made a call in such a situation, he looks at the screen regretting not having put the silent mode.

His spine froze.

The name "Rikio Kamamoto" was etched on the screen.

He hung up the call and turned off the PDA. As he did so, he thought.

He couldn't think optimistically that Kamamoto was alive. The voice from before was definitely not Kamamoto himself.

So the current call was... that "thing".

That "thing" took Kamamoto's PDA and called it, to find out where it turned on.

About the same time, he was convinced of that, there was a sound of footsteps.

Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap. He has regular intervals and gradually but surely approaches Yata.

Can't bear it. Yata decided to reject the reality in front of him.

He closed his eyes tightly. He covered his ears with both hands. Even if death falls from above one day, try not to look directly at it.

Yet in the dark, Yata thinks.

A feeling of strangeness.

A person can stop his movement of his own free will, but he cannot stop his will. The feeling of strangeness that was born in the dark grew in Yata's brain, because there was nothing else.

Why does he hear footsteps?

The floor of the building is completely strange. The kitchen was really different, but the hallways and bathrooms were filled with crimson delicacy.

The heavy boots would make steps. But that step is barefoot. No matter how fast he run barefoot, the sound should be absorbed by the relief and disappear.

So it's "it".

At that moment, there was something that shone like a revelation.

Can't stop thinking. The discovery cannot be ignored. In that sense, Yata must have been more human than anyone. Even if that means ruin, to confirm his own conscience, he opened his eyes and turned his face away.

On the bathroom ceiling, "it" was stuck.

His palm with dirty claws, every time it sticks to the ceiling, makes a "thump" sound. That was the true identity of the "steps". When he turned his head upside down, the ragged white hair was tousled. Stuck to the ceiling on all fours, "it" had bright red eyes that glowed negatively, exposing turbulent yellow and red teeth.

In the form of a predator who found Yata with no escape.

"No, aaaaaaaaaaah!"

Yata screamed with all his soul. At that moment, Yata's sight turned white.

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"Hey! It was amazing!"

With such a voice, the door to the private room was opened.

Behind the door, the film crew, illuminated by electric lights, waited. Kamamoto Rikio holds up the camera, and a man in sunglasses and a red helmet holds a sign that says, "Don't miss it!" The man in the sunglasses looked a lot like Yata's trusted boss, Izumo Kusanagi.

"……"

Yata was watching the scene with all faces dead.

Kamamoto, who should have died, looks at a man who looks like Kusanagi while holding the camera.

"Kusanagi-san, this is…"

"I don't think there will be a reaction. So again."

He hit the sign in front of him.

"Yata-chan? Are you really okay?"

"……"

Yata cannot react.

When the man who looked like Kusanagi sighed, he left the sign to Kamamoto and entered the private room.

"Sure! The idol has a fluid face during the tea ceremony!"

Gently tap Yata's head.

"Ah! Eh, that? Kusanagi-san? Why?"

Kusanagi shakes his head at Yata, who drips confusion as is.

"That's why I told you about it for a while. It's a shocking show! The target is Yata-chan, and the tricks are us, 'Homura Performing Arts Office'."

At that moment, a figure fell from the ceiling. That monster with a shabby dress and white hair.

From "it", the horror was completely lost. She pulled her false teeth out of her mouth, tucked her white hair back, and turned her red eyes to Yata. "It" he breathed through her nose, giving a feeling of fullness to her young face.

"How was it? Was my performance terrifying?"

"Oh, you did it perfectly, Anna!"

"He was scared of you!"

Look at the friends who are raising their thumbs.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?!"

Yata screamed as loud as he did before.

Ten minutes later.

Yata was angry at the entrance of the building, which was fully lit.

"What's that? It's terrible, Kusanagi-san! Please tell me in advance if you do this kind of thing!"

"Ahaha, Yata-chan, don't talk nonsense. If I told you, you wouldn't be surprised, right?"

"Kamamoto, you were an accessory too! I really thought you were dead!"

"Well, it doesn't matter how much food you eat there, doesn't it?"

Yata struck Kamamoto's head with all his might for the first time in a long time, gathering in his fist all the reaction of fear and anger that he had suffered.

With Kamamoto crouched on his back, Yata turns his resentful eyes on Anna.

"And Anna... even you..."

Anna suddenly looked away, perhaps uncomfortable.

"Because it was work.", Anna muttered.

So everything, it was something that had been organized from the beginning.

The place where the program will be broadcast is "Shirogin Deluxe" remains unchanged. However, it was not actually a visit to Kokujoji's house, but rather a project presented by the "Homura Performing Arts Office".

After seeing it, "Idol King" Isana Yashiro said, "This looks interesting!", And this project received the full backing of the "Tokijikuin Agency". Small dark vision cameras were installed around the building, rabbit costumes rented, and a recreational facility that was no longer in use. The words, actions and reactions Yata has done so far are said to be fully reflected.

Everything to give the Yata lens the greatest fear and obtain the best recordings.

Kusanagi happily explains.

"You know, Yata-chan has become popular lately? He's been featured in entertainment magazines and online, and some people call him 'The Red Prince'."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"So, I wonder if that's a little different from Yata-chan's politics. I brought this project to highlight Yata-chan's original charm here."

"Eh..."

Honestly, he's not sure about politics or appeal. Yata entered this path longing for Suoh. He really hadn't been aware of how others saw him.

Such a production was the work of Kusanagi at the "Homura Performing Arts Office".

"Thanks to that, I got a good photo! Anna did a good job, and two birds with one stone."

Therefore, it would be nice if Kusanagi were satisfied with his work, although he is not yet convinced.

However, Yata looks at Anna with concern.

"Well Anna, how did you do that?"

Anna shook her head.

"Eh?"

"I see, that... was it glued to the ceiling?"

Anna turns to the side. Look at the hallway wall, put both hands on it, and climb the wall while making noise.

Yata opened his mouth.

Anna asks, glued to the ceiling and looking at Yata upside down.

"What about this?"

"No... that... how...?"

"Expert."

Anna said it with a calm face. Yata watches her like he's looking at something incredible. No, the idea occurred to him that it would be impossible to practice or that she was ignoring the laws of physics, but he felt that even doing it was unsophisticated.

"Well then, what about that? That way of turning the neck."

"This?"

When Anna's neck began to twist, Yata hastily stopped her.

"Wait! Stop! Stop! You don't have to show it!"

Anna returned her head to its original position. Looking at Yata upside down, with a smile.

"Special training."

"No, it's amazing, right?! Kusanagi-san, okay? What are you doing as an idol?"

"Yeah, well it's a subtle thing to say if it's an ant or a pear, but... Anna did her best, so ant!"

"Sweet! Are you really sweet to Anna?"

"Haha, okay, this is also an art style. Wasn't Anna's threatening role in the hallway quite realistic?"

"Yeah, well, I thought my heart would stop..."

Yata muttered that.

Of course, the rage at being cheated continues to smoke.

However, it was even stronger than that, and relief filled Yata's heart. He really thought that Kamamoto was dead, and he really thought they were going to kill him. Rather, he even remembered to praise the production team that created such high quality.

"Well I'm excited about this too. Yata-chan had a good reaction too!"

"Ah…"

When Kusanagi hit him on the back, Yata gave a dry laugh.

"The event has been completed! Please go ahead!"

A staff member who was in charge of the location car outside the building called him out. Kusanagi and other members of the "Homura Performing Arts Office" follow suit and get into the car one after another.

The rain had completely stopped and the light was shining through the clouds. Looking at him, Yata suddenly called to Anna in the seat next to him.

"Hey, Anna, you were on the second floor when we entered the building, right?"

"Eh?"

"No, you know. I saw you by the second floor window."

Anna looks at Yata saying, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Kusanagi, who had either heard or accosted him before, said with a bitter smile.

"Yata-chan, don't say weird things. No one went up the stairs."

"Ah…"

"I had no plans to use the second floor in the first place. No one should have gone."

The relief in his heart changes fast and cold.

So what did you see at the time?

Yata's neck was twisted back, as if it were a physical law. While he thought it was something he shouldn't see, he wanted to make his own discoveries, simple human curiosity.

The exterior of the desolate building. The windows on the second floor open in black at regular intervals. At one of the windows where sunlight enters after the rain, a girl dressed in white was smiling and showing her yellowish teeth.

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Wicked Game

~Professor Hiddleston AU~

*Tom Hiddleston x reader*

Part: 1/30

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Professor x student (college AU), possibly language and maybe even smut in later chapters idk

Summary: After transferring to a new university for the last year of your master's, you meet Professor Hiddleston and soon find yourself unable to stay away from him.

A.N.: I really suck at summaries, I'm so sorry 🙈 basically, this is a slow burn romance with lots of pining and yes, I like naming my stories after songs. Wicked Game by Chris Isaac is gonna appear quite a bit in the story I think, so you might just give it a listen now!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] ...

All Parts can be found on my Masterlist!

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If someone had told you on your first day of college that you would have to live through the whole thing again a few years later, you might just have quit and called it a day after breakfast. But now, multiple years after your actual first day, you were the new kid once again. Transferring colleges had been a hard decision, but there was no turning back now. You didn't yet know where the classrooms were or how you'd get to yours, but you still had fifteen minutes to go before your first class would start. So you walked through the hallways of your new school trying to find your room, taking in the overwhelming amount of people passing by. First day of class for you also meant first day of classes for everyone else and so the whole building was completely overcrowded. The close proximity made you nervous and combined with the uncertainty of where you needed to go, you felt yourself starting to panic. You stood in the middle of the hall, frozen to the spot and unable to move while people pushed past you, shoving and talking too loudly. The urge to run and hide grew stronger and stronger until you finally bolted, opening the first door you found unlocked and rushing it. It shut with a loud bang and you found yourself leaning against it from the inside. With closed eyes, silence and the returning ability to breathe deeply, you calmed down a little.

"Hello there." A smooth voice said, making you jump and rip your eyes open in an instant. The sudden movement made your bag slip from your shoulder, spilling half of the contents on the floor.

"Woah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you…" The man in front of you said as he set his to-go cup down and walked over to you. With a gentle hand he led you to a chair and made you sit down.

The adrenaline decreased slowly and you could finally take a serious look around. You were in an office, it was crowded with books but larger than most dorm rooms. In front of you stood a man who was currently looking down at you worriedly. He was beyond handsome and even though your heart was racing because of utterly different reasons, you couldn't deny that he had that effect on you as well.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a quiet voice, careful to not scare you again.

"Yeah, uhm… sorry." You replied, finally able to think straight again. It was pretty dumb, you realized, having just walked into the first room that had been open.

"It's alright." He gave you a small smile and sat down in the chair opposite to you. "I assume you aren't here for my office hours?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm sorry. I was just looking for my class… But somehow I ended up here in your office."

"I'm Thomas Hiddleston, professor for literature and cultural studies."

"Y/n… Y/n L/n." You smiled back at him. "I'm doing a master's in cultural studies. And one in literature. Double degree..."

His eyes light up ever so slightly upon hearing that and he smiled even more brightly. "What a coincidence. How come we've never met up to this point? The group of students in both degrees is very… limited, unfortunately. And I'm very sure I would've met someone doing a double degree in my fields of study."

"Oh, I just transferred here. It's my first day." You bit your bottom lip, looking into his incredibly blue eyes. How a man such like him could be a college professor was a riddle to you, a miracle even.

"Ah, I see. I'm sure we will see a lot more of each other then!" He rose from his chair and went to pick up your bag from the ground as if it was the most natural thing. With a blush creeping to your face you rushed to his side and dropped on your knees to collect your belongings. "Oh, please don't, I can do that, it's fine."

He took a step back and held his hands up in defeat, laughing lightly. "Just wanted to help."

Still blushing furiously, you pushed everything back into your bag as quickly as you could and got back up. "You're being very nice and I'm… well…"

"Don't worry about it. Everyone has a bad day sometimes." He hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his black jeans and just looked at you with an expression that had you melting into a puddle within seconds.

You nodded slightly, finally remembering how to human. Not looking at him helped greatly, so you found yourself looking at the folded paper in your hands. After a short moment you remembered the circumstances under which you had burst into his office. "Uhm, I'm very sorry for just coming in here, Mr. Hiddleston. I got overwhelmed by the crowds outside and then I couldn't find my class and… you don't even want to hear about that. Sorry."

You turned on your heels and made for the exit as quickly as possible.

"Miss L/n!" He stopped you before you could open the door, making you turn around once again.

"I would like to help you, if you don't mind." His voice was very gentle as he walked towards you, stopping just at arm's length. "Which class are you trying to find?"

You silently handed him the printed schedule you had been clinging onto for dear life and he took it from you, unfolding it. His eyes flew over the page as if he was trying to memorize the whole thing and you couldn't help but watch him.

"You're taking two of my classes!" He said cheerfully and beamed at you. "Tuesday morning and Friday evening."

Your heart skipped a beat at the prospect of seeing him every week. Twice, even. He was being really nice to you, despite being a professor and you still a student; nothing like the professors at your old uni. You appreciated that and sincerely looked forward to seeing him in class.

"Your first class is in this building, that's good news!" He said, coming to stand next to you to show you what he was pointing at on the paper. "It's in the E tower, fourth floor, third corridor."

You frowned involuntarily, giving him a polite but desperately confused smile. "Thank you?"

He bit his bottom lip to suppress his own smile. "You have no idea where that is, right?"

You shake your head, letting out a breathy laugh. "No, not at all."

He gave you back your paper and walked over to his desk, shoving a few items into a leather bag. "I'm going to show you to your room."

You felt the heat returning to your cheeks immediately. "Oh, that's very nice of you, but I'm sure I can just ask my way around. You really don't have to…"

"Nah, it's my pleasure. I have to teach a class in the same tower anyway, it's no big deal." His shoulder brushed yours as he walked past you, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine that you made your heart race again.

He stopped, holding the door open for you. "After you, Miss Y/n."

You smiled and walked out of the office, staring at his backside while he locked the door. The hallway had cleared almost completely and there were very few people still hurrying to get to their classes.

You walked behind Mr. Hiddleston, eyes on the ground. This was embarrassing for so many reasons… first you had stumbled into his office without even knocking, then you had spread the contents of your bag all over his floor and finally you had been too dumb to find your room and now you didn't even dare to walk next to him. That and the fact that he was beyond friendly... and handsome; the most attractive, attentive man you had ever met.

"You don't have to trail behind me like a lost puppy, you know…" He chuckled and turned around to look at you over his shoulder. With more confidence, your steps quickened and you walked next to him.

"What class are you teaching now?" You asked after a while to break the silence that was falling between you. It wasn't any of your business, but the only question you could think of.

"Intro to lit." He sighed, answering as if this chatting between you was a normal occurrence. "It's nice to inspire young people to study literature, but the first classes are always quite exhausting."

"Hmm." You crossed your arms in front of your chest. "What's making it exhausting for you?"

"It's just the freshmen classes mostly… They don't listen, I have to repeat everything a million times and then a million more." He sighed. "But I shouldn't be complaining to you."

"No, it's fine… I mean I don't mind." You said with a shrug. "It's not like I enjoy first day of class either."

"Why not?" He asked in return.

"Same as you, I would say. Most professors don't start with the contents right away, they talk on and on and on about the bureaucracy and explain the assignments a million times because some person wasn't listening." You said as the two of you started climbing the staircase towards the fourth floor.

"What would you suggest to do differently?" He asked, his voice a mix of humor and sincere curiosity.

You thought for a moment, humming quietly. "I mean the outlines have to be covered, but that doesn't mean that the teachers have to keep repeating themselves if the students aren't listening. I always find it helpful to get the syllabus, talk it over real quick and then have five minutes for questions."

He smiled. "Yeah, that would be ideal. It usually doesn't work like that, unfortunately. Questions follow upon questions and some students try to stretch this by asking the most ridiculous things."

"Maybe you could start straight with the first topic and only have fifteen minutes at the end of class reserved for syllabus talk. So you can use most of the class for input and only go over the basics quickly at the end. That way you'll have a limited amount of time for questions and no one leaves before class is over. If the questions are all answered by the end of class you're good, if not you can always offer to answer further questions per email or in office hours." You rambled, not knowing when it had become a good idea to give a professor teaching advice.

"Interesting idea." He mused, pushing his glasses up with a single, slender finger. "I'll have to try that."

Your cheeks were still heated and you nervously played with the zipper of your sweatshirt when you reached the fourth floor. Was he always this nice to his students? If he kept on being so… him, you knew you'd be in serious trouble. But it had only been a few minutes you'd spent alone with him and next time you'd meet in class with a bunch of other people. The thought calmed you down a little and you dropped your arms to your sides.

"So… Advanced German?" He asked with amusement.

"What?" You were a little slow, dragging your thoughts from his person to the class you were walking to. "Oh, the class… yeah."

"How many languages do you speak?" He inquired further, but you didn't mind at all. He was just being polite and making small talk, after all.

"Well, I know English of course, then German, Spanish, and some Korean. I can read Latin, but I guess no one can do more than reading it really… I can also understand a tiny bit Danish and Dutch."

He smiled a little, shaking his head to himself, but didn't comment on it any further. You just took it as an acknowledgement of your answer, for you were sure that he didn't sincerely want to know more about you. A moment later he stopped in front of an open classroom door.

"Here we are." He said calmly and pointed to the open room.

"Thank you, professor." You smiled, looking everywhere but at him, trying not to get lost in his eyes once again. "I really appreciate your help. If there's anything I can help you with in return, please let me know."

"Surely will do. Have a nice day, Miss L/n. I'll see you in class tomorrow." He said with one last polite smile before he walked back into the direction you had just come from, leaving you wondering if his class was really in this part of the building.

As you sauntered into your classroom and sat down towards the front, you reflected on your encounter with the professor. He was extremely friendly, extremely handsome and you'd bet that he was extremely smart as well. Probably every girl in the whole university was crushing on the guy. As understandable that was, you were determined not to drool over him. He was your professor after all and he was probably being nice to every student. So you tried to focus on your class, and on meeting some of the students who all happened to be doing different degrees. Maybe Hiddleston had been right about the size of the degree then… damn it, now you were thinking about him again. Maybe because he was the first and only person you had met? Groaning inwardly, you shoved him to the back of your mind for a while and actually got work done.

It was dark outside when you reached your apartment. You had moved in a week ago and yet, you couldn't imagine a worse place to live. Your roommate was an absolute disaster, he was messy and pushy and had absolutely no sense for personal space. At night, you locked the door to your bedroom because he might just walk in when drunk and lay in your bed with you if he wasn't hindered. So you had maxed out the time you spent at college today; after your two classes, you had spent the afternoon and the evening at the library. It was such a calming place, old and yet modern, filled with more books than you could ever read. There wasn't any work to be done yet and so you had read ahead for professor Hiddleston's classes. Somehow, you felt the need to impress the man, or at least regain the respect you thought you had lost this morning. So you had picked up a few books and read through some of them already. The others you had taken home.

You dug through your bag in search of your keychain, frowning deeply. The damn things was not to be found, even after emptying your whole bag on the sidewalk. For a second you closed your eyes and prayed that you had only forgotten them in your room. But for now, all you could do was knock. To your not-really-surprise, a strange man with weird tattoos opened up and let you in without question. This was a regular thing now, strange men basically living in your apartment and calling themselves visitors of your roommate.

Once you were in the small space of your bedroom and hadn't found your keys, you remembered that you hadn't eaten at all today, so you made your way to the kitchen only to find that your foods were gone. Great…

With a sigh you returned to your room only with a bottle of wine you'd kept hidden in a box of board games. After you'd locked the door, you opened the bottle and went to read on your bed in your PJs. But somehow the words wouldn't stick in your brain at all. At about midnight you gave up, put the book back on your desk and laid down in the vain attempt to sleep. However your roommate seemed to have different plans, as sounds of demolition and various voices shouting echoed through the whole apartment.

Groaning, you just stared into the darkness around you until finally your body gave in and you fell into a restless sleep.

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Tom sat at the desk in his office at uni, his elbows on the tabletop and his head in his hands. For hours he'd been trying to finish preparing his classes for the following day and he just couldn't concentrate. When he'd come to work this morning, he had expected another normal first day of class. He had gotten some coffee, over at his favorite coffee shop close to campus, and then walked to his office together with his colleague and friend Benedict. Just when he had finally sat down to prepare for the first class he was giving, his door had been ripped open and you had entered his office. And thereby also his life.

At first he hadn't thought too much about it, but as the minutes spent with you passed, he had felt drawn to you in a way he couldn't really put his finger to. While the rational part of his mind had told him you were just another student, he couldn't help but treat you… differently. Sure, he was always being nice to his students, but as he had walked you to your class he had felt the dire need to be around you for longer. To befriend you, maybe, he had thought. He knew it was wrong and after he had left you to your class, he had promised himself that from that moment on, he would treat you like every other student.

The only problem was that throughout the whole day, his thoughts had returned to you whenever he had tried to focus on something else. So after his classes, when the time to prepare for tomorrow had come, he found himself thinking about your suggestion. Maybe he should indeed start the class with content and leave the formalities for the end.

That's where he was at now, with his head in his hands, thinking about the class. He couldn't just ignore you, that wouldn't be fair to anyone. So maybe he would just have to put on a facade and hope that the wicked games his mind was playing with him would stop soon.

Sighing he got up and tiredly grabbed his bag to head out, knocking over a cup of pens in the process. With an exaggerated rolling of his eyes he knelt down and collected the pens that had flown everywhere. As he reached under the cupboard, his fingers didn't touch a pen, as he would've expected, but instead a small piece of metal. Then another, and another. With a frown he pulled the whole thing into the light, finding a ring with several keys attached to it, along with a small piece of metal saying 'And having thee, of all men's pride I boast'.

The smile came upon his lips before he could stop himself and he sat on the ground for a moment, just staring at the keys in his hand. You must've lost them here when you had dropped your bag earlier and missed them in your haste. He hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable by his attempt to help you… it was the polite thing to do but he assumed that it wasn't really the most professional. He quickly collected the remaining pens and then made his way to the door, putting your keys in his bag. Hopefully you had gotten into your home, somehow… he'd hate if something happened to you because of your little incident this morning.

He would return the keys tomorrow in class, apologize once more for his behavior today and then return to a more professional behavior.

However as he lay in bed that night, restless and frustrated with himself, he wasn't so sure anymore that he would be able to stay away from you after all.

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The Chronicles of the Dark One: Breaking the Curse

Chapter 30: His Real Name

He was waiting for his arraignment. Or at least that's what Emma thought he was waiting for. In reality, he was waiting for Dove to get him out of this mess, for Moe French to wake and say he wouldn't be pressing charges, for him to give whatever story Dove forced him to give so that he could get out of this place. He was waiting to go after Regina and find Belle's cup, which was still out there in the world somewhere. This wouldn't be done until he had it back. He'd burn down the whole fucking town to find it if he had to. And he knew who he was going to start with this time.

Regina. It was always Regina. He'd been stupid in trying to go through Moe French, in trying to deny what was obviously happening. He was paying for it now. But in a few hours, when Dove finished his work, he'd go to Regina. He'd get his property back. He'd find a way to make this work in his favor. He always did. And if it didn't? Well, the Curse was cast. He was in the World Without Magic. He didn't technically need Regina anymore. She could be dealt with any way that he needed to deal with her; any way that got him his cup back…

"Pastrami…you want half?"

He glanced through the bars to Emma, who sat eating her lunch in her office. This wasn't the first time she'd tried to engage him in conversation. She tried the first half of the night before finally leaving him alone to rest for a few hours and then tried again this morning when she gave him some childish pastry as a "breakfast." She'd tried to talk to him…she'd failed. She forgot, he was a lawyer. He knew better than to talk to her, no matter how tired or angry or hungry for real food he was.

"You know, I still owe you that favor. Nice, fatty pastrami; delicious way to clear the books."

"Well, I don't need a reminder that you owe me a favor," he answered. "And when the day comes that I make my request, it'll be for more than half a sandwich." It would be for his son. The last person on this earth who might still care about him. If he didn't have Belle's love or her cup, that was something to hold on to at least.

But suddenly, Emma didn't seem to care about his ominous threat. Suddenly her attention was no longer on him or her sandwich but someone else.

Regina Mills. She stood there as if by magic like his thoughts had summoned her.

And Henry, the real person Emma was interested in.

"Sheriff Swan? I'm letting you have thirty minutes with Henry. Take him out, buy him ice cream."

Oh…this was an interesting twist, one of great desperation. He knew from Dove's accounts that Emma hadn't spent time with her son in weeks; she hadn't been permitted to, not since the council meeting. Regina wouldn't offer up Henry, not unless she wanted to talk about something important. More important than Emma Swan's upcoming review and potential firing.

As she turned her gaze to him, sitting behind bars, he had a terrible feeling about what was about to happen. If he was right, the Evil Queen had just played her game well, even better than she had been before. If he was wrong…well…he couldn't think of a scenario where he was wrong. Fuck, what had he done?

"You want me to leave you alone with a prisoner?" Emma countered in disbelief.

Regina closed her eyes in irritation. "Twenty-nine and a half minutes," she snapped without looking at her. She couldn't. She was too busy staring at him like a mouse caught in a trap. Shit.

"Hi, Emma," the boy smiled. It was one that he, as a parent knew another parent would find tantalizing.

"Hey," Emma smiled back. He was fucked. By Regina of all people! Not exactly something he wanted the Swan to see. And if she knew, well…The Savior didn't "know" anything yet. She wasn't ready.

"Bring me back a cone?" he remarked calmly.

Control. He needed to regain his control. This wasn't the first deal he'd ever made, and he'd be damned if it was going to be his last. He just needed to start thinking like the Dark One and not like Mr. Gold.

As Emma exclaimed, "Just this once. Come on, let's go!" and ushered Henry out the door, leaving him alone with the former Evil Queen, he tried to remember his old tricks. He tried to remember how to regain control when he had so little of it. Unfortunately, the last time he'd had little control was when he was human, and he'd never negotiated his way out of that, not without fucking magic that he still didn't possess! But the stakes were as high. If this was about what he suddenly feared it was, then he couldn't afford to slip this up or be nervous. Control. He had to take it back. How?!

"Well, you really wanted that little chat, didn't you?"

"Apparently, this is the only way I could do it," she smiled, a wicked, evil smile that made his palms sweat. Her inner queen was showing, in a way that it hadn't been before, not in twenty-eight years. She was confident, sure of herself. And why shouldn't she be? She'd played him, just like he might have in the good ole days. And if she was so comfortable showing this side of herself…it was because she knew. This conversation, as far as she was concerned, was only a formality. She had him cornered. But he wasn't without tricks here; one, in particular, could come in handy, and without anything else at his disposal…

"Please – sit," he commanded, pointing at the sofa by his cell.

She obeyed. Power. Control. Though she'd initially grimaced when he'd given the order now that she was sitting again, she was smiling again too, grinning that same sinister grin she'd just had. If they were bound to have this conversation, then there was no possible way he was going to let her think she was running it, even if he knew she was. Dammit. When he'd pictured confronting her, it hadn't been like this.

"Now, when two people both want something the other has, a deal can always be struck. Do you have what I want?"

Her smile broadened so that she beamed. "Yes."

Fuck.

He let himself breathe deep, first with relief. Upsetting as that answer was, at least now he knew where Belle's treasure was. And now he knew it was safe. Regina wasn't stupid. She wouldn't hurt it; she'd use it as a bargaining chip. Bargaining for something unknown was the part that worried him after the relief wore off.

"So, you did put him up to it, then," he stated, revealing he wasn't ignorant to the way she worked.

"I merely suggested that strong men take what they need."

"Oh, yeah…and you told him just exactly what to take, didn't you?"

"We used to know each other so well, Mr. Gold. Has it really come down to this?"

"It seems it has, yeah," he nodded. So much pretense…if they were going to do this, then they may as well get to it. "But you know what I want, what is it you want?"

"I want you to answer one question," she hissed. "And answer it simply: what's your name?"

He smirked. She'd made an error, one that most amateurs in deal-making made. She hadn't been specific enough. "Answer one question simply" was not answer one question truthfully or honestly. "Simply"…simply gave him options.

"It's Mr. Gold."

Regina lowered her gaze and glared at him, the glare of an angry Queen who was sick of being lied to. "Your real name," she growled.

He felt no pressure. The deal had been to answer one question simply. Asking him his real name wasn't a requirement of the deal they'd struck, which meant he was free to respond as he saw fit. Even if he knew that there was no way this would work in his favor in the end. She held all the cards.

"Every moment I've spent on this earth, that's been my name."

"But what about moments spent elsewhere?" she questioned, finally realizing her own mistakes.

It was going to end the way it was going to end, but that didn't mean he couldn't have fun with it until it did, or at least attempt to evade her. He drew a look of confusion over his face and shook his head.

"What are you asking me?"

"I think you know," she stated, a reply full of double meaning. "If you want me to return what's yours, tell me your name."

And there it was. Her ace in the hole. He could sit here and use loophole after loophole, but there was no magic here. He could lie to her, adamantly refuse, but then what of Belle's teacup. If she walked out of here angry, then he risked its safety. That would seem a proper punishment to Regina. And he could say "please," ask her to "please" return his property…but another "please" at a time like this would damn near confirm it anyway. Pretend all he could, but she had the advantage. She had him in a corner, his back to the wall.

Dammit, Regina had won.

She was going to get the answer she wanted or leave him with nothing. At least this way, he'd get his ace back.

He felt his lips curl into a sneer as he let out a breath of defeat and finally whispered the truth Emma wasn't ready to believe.

"Rumpelstiltskin…"

The moment he said the words, Regina's grin vanished and fear overshadowed her. Odd reaction. For someone who had seemed so sure of herself, she suddenly looked like she'd been hoping she was wrong. Pity. One should never make a deal they weren't prepared for. Finally, he clawed at the bars and pulled himself up to his feet before she could go back on her deal in a Land Without Magic where revenge would be twice as hard. She would keep this deal!

"Now give me what I want."

"Such hostility?" Her Majesty mocked.

"Oh, yeah!"

Finally, she turned to the bag she'd brought, reached inside, and produced…Belle's chipped cup.

Safe.

Sound.

In one piece, save for the chip that made it so special.

The sight of it, the knowledge that it was safe and back in his presence, nearly made his heart stop.

"Over this?" she questioned, dangling it in front of him, forcing him to reach through the bars to try and grasp it. "Such a sentimental little keepsake."

Finally, his fingers closed over it and he pulled it through the bars. "Thank you…Your Majesty," he mocked, holding it tight in his hands.

Safe and sound. He inspected it, checking for further damage but found none. That was something, at least. Ironic…he'd wanted to spend Valentine's Day alone with this cup…he might get his wish after all. So long as he could get rid of Regina.

"So. Now that we're being honest with each other, let's remember how things used to be, shall we? And don't let these bars fool you, dear. I'm the one with the power around here. I'm going to be out of here in no time, and nothing between us will change."

Suddenly Regina got to her feet. She gripped the bars and pressed her face close to the bars. "We shall see," she hissed before taking her leave.

He was afraid. Things were bad already, at risk. And now Regina had won, forced him to reveal his hand too early. This was bad. But as he looked down and beheld the cup in his hand, no sooner had a small voice in the back of his head whispered "was it worth it" than a louder voice proclaimed, without question, "yes, Belle was always worth it."

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Fly High, Fly Free | Far Cry 5 | Leah Rook

Summary: John extends an invitation that Leah cannot resist, but nature intrudes, presenting a detour that isn’t entirely unwelcome.

a/n: I decided that it might be a lot of fun to give these two the first tastes of a relationship before they end up at odds. Again, my deepest and most sincere thanks to @amistrio and @chyrstis for betaing this for me. Their insight and suggestions have been so helpful, and really helped me gain confidence with this piece and with writing John, especially.

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Fly High, Fly Free

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The sun hung high in the clear sky as the afternoon pressed onward. Adrenaline pumped through Leah’s veins as she watched Helena slip away beneath them and the mountains poke through the trees. There was no place more beautiful, she thought. Shifting from side to side, she stared out of the cockpit of John’s plane. The area, familiar as it may be, took on a whole other nature from this altitude. The glassy surface of a lake reflected the puffy clouds in the blue sky. Pale dirt roads spidered over the hills to destinations unknown as they disappeared into thick stands of dark green evergreen trees.

The offer to fly her home for the weekend seemed a little over the top at first, but the tone of his voice when he suggested the idea made it impossible to turn down. Plus, the opportunity to cut her commute from 3 hours to 30 minutes made the proposal as tempting as the man making it. She had to admit that giving him her number had been the smartest decision she made in the last six months.

John Seed was tall, lean, and handsome with a pair of baby blue eyes she could just drown in. Even better, he proved to be a gentleman and a breathtaking kisser. Leah sat back in the rear seat of the antique plane and shifted; a part of her was sure she could feel the condom she’d stuffed in her pocket before she headed out to her truck. Maybe she was jumping the gun, but she was into him. And he seemed to like her, too.

The awe and elation that came with the flight did nothing to quell her clashing feelings; the enthusiasm and anxiety battled within her over what might happen later. She didn’t know if she read too much into the way things were going between John and her. Sure, she’d been raised in the church, went to Sunday School and services every week with her family, but John’s religiosity far outstripped hers. To top it off, his brother was a pastor from what she’d been able to glean from their talks. Of course, there was also the chance that she’d misread every sign that seemed to hint that he might be ready to go to the next level.

With a shake of her head, she rolled her eyes at her own adolescent thoughts.

“Leah.”

God, I love the way he says my name, she thought.

“Leah!”

With a start, she sat up straighter in her seat. “Yes, John. Sorry. I was … distracted.”

“Can’t say I blame you.” There was a hint of glee in his voice when it filled her ears again through the headset. “It’s beautiful up here.”

Little did he know she wasn’t distracted only by the scenery beneath them. Her attention flicked forward, catching a hint of his face in the small rear-view mirrors near the control panel in front of him. She had no idea what it might actually be called, but that seemed as good a term as any.

Damn those sunglasses, she thought. She would have loved to know if he might be sneaking a peek at her, like she was at him.

“It really is,” she agreed.

“See that stick in front of you?”

“Yeah,” she said, scrunching her eyebrows together.

“Grab it.”

“Why?”

“Just hold it steady.”

She did as he asked, but only because she had an inkling about what he might be planning. “John, I do not know how to fly.”

“It isn’t difficult. Just keep the position fixed.”

“John.”

“It’s fine, Leah. I have faith in you.”

Guess it’s great that one of us does, she thought as she stared down at her hands. Her grasp was so tight on the yoke that her knuckles were turning white. The possibility of moving it the wrong way and sending them into that glassy lake they’d passed scared the shit out of her. “John?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know how to fly, John.”

“Flying is the easy part,” he told her in a relaxed tone. “Actually, the trickiest thing is getting into and out of the air. Once you’re up here, though, it’s a total dream. Just keep your heading.”

“John! Don’t you dare let go of that stick!” Leah yelled.

“Let go?” he said. Damn him, she could hear the smirk in his voice. “I haven’t been flying this plane for at least three minutes now.”

“What?”

His hands rose high enough for her to see them from her seat. “See? It’s so easy, you didn’t know you were doing it.”

“You put your hands back on those controls,” she admonished, aiming for stern castigation that came out more like stark panic.

John, unperturbed by her tone, threaded his hands behind his head. “But this is so relaxing.”

“For you, maybe.” She could feel the tension building in her shoulders. A quake trickled down her arms to her hands, which telegraphed into the movement of the aircraft. “Christ,” she hissed under her breath. Leah tried to correct every single little tremor.

“Ease up a little. Not so tight,” John instructed, his voice buttery and soothing. “You don’t drive with a white-knuckle grip. You shouldn’t fly with one either.”

Leah Rook knew stubborn when she saw it or heard it; hell, she could be as bull-headed herself. Despite his reassuring tone, she recognized the fact that he bore no intention of rescuing her from this fresh new hell. No, John would not give this up until she tried to fly the plane, actually tried. Leah sighed and summoned up the will to address the anxious tightness creeping through her upper body.

“If you push away from you, you’ll tip the nose downward. Pull back and our altitude will rise. If you want to bank left or right, do it gently. If you bank hard, you could take us for a real fun spin though.” He said it like the move might be something worth trying.

“I don’t think so,” she said flatly, disagreeing with every fiber of her being.

“I thought you said you were adventurous,” John chided.

Leah laughed tensely. “Adventurous is rock climbing or base jumping. Putting your plane in the hands of someone who has never flown—that’s just foolish.”

“I disagree. You’re doing a great job.”

“Not sure your insurance carrier would agree.” She could feel the shaking of the muscles in the front of her shoulders, but a slow, smooth movement of the yoke kept it from being quite as obvious.

“Well, then they’re fools. I trust you with my plane and more,” he admitted.

Leah’s eyes shot up toward those mirrors. He didn’t look like someone who had said something they didn’t intend. Of course, that observation didn’t make her brain restart in a timely manner. She just blinked, once, twice. “Glad you approve,” she managed to mumble around her own myriad of thoughts.

John chuckled; hands still folded behind his head like he was just enjoying a relaxing Sunday afternoon as the world slipped by beneath them. He was silent for a time, then spoke up again. “Take a look at those dials in front of you.”

Peeking up at him in the mirror again, she noticed he’d slid his sunglasses back into his hair and looked right at her. Her green eyes lowered once more, skating over the panel with the ease of someone held at gunpoint. John proceeded to talk her through a basic understanding of the dials and knobs, then directed her through an easy bank onto a new heading.

Flying got easier after that. It still intimidated her, but Leah felt the tension easing gradually. She piloted the plane for about ten more minutes before John finally sat back up again. “Want to try your hand at a landing?”

Fuck no!

“I’ll pass,” Leah told him a little tightly.

“All right then. Let me take her,” he said in a smooth tone.

“All yours.” She let go of the stick like it suddenly burned her, holding both her hands up in surrender as she sank against the back of the seat finally.

He landed them at a grass covered dirt strip carved out of a thick section of forest. It was bumpy, but she blamed that on the locale, not his skill. Once he’d taxied toward the hangar, they disembarked, and Leah waited to get both her feet back on solid ground before she hauled off and punched him in the shoulder—it wasn’t hard, but it was more than just playful.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Leah lectured, wearing a bit of a pout as she crossed her arms over her chest.

John chuckled and pulled her toward him. “You’re a natural.” His arms folded around her in a gentle embrace

“Don’t try and butter me up with compliments.” Leah narrowed her green eyes in a failing attempt to be upset with him.

He brushed her chestnut hair behind her ear, then let his fingers trail down the length of her neck. “I would never.” The seriousness in his tone didn’t match up with the mischievous look in his blue eyes.

“Uh-huh.”

John pressed a gentle peck to her pouting lips.

For the moment, that appeased her reproving gaze. Of course, John Seed was quick on the uptake; reading people seemed to come naturally to him. He did it again, letting his lips linger on hers with each subsequent chaste peck.

Eventually, Leah leaned into his embrace and slipped an arm around him as she cast a curious glance around them. “Where are we?”

“About halfway between Helena and Fall’s End.”

She raised her eyebrows at him in an effort to get him to be more forthcoming.

“It’s a little duster strip. Doesn’t see a lot of use these days.”

“Mmhmm. And you just happened to stumble across it?”

“Or,” John replied in a sing-song tone, “the owner’s a friend.”

He kissed her on the tip of the nose, and she pressed her hands over the soft blue fabric of his vest. She liked being in his arms, feeling him close.

“So, what are we doing here?” she asked tugging at the top button.

John’s index finger curled under her chin, lifting her lips to his again. “I told you we’d get dinner.” His words were as slow and gentle as his touch. He took her hand in his and led her toward the hangar.

“I don’t see any restaurants,” she said as they strolled across the ground.

“Nope.”

“Then how do you propose to get dinner? Little late in the day for hunting,” she joked. “And I left my rifle at home.”

“There’s a pond not far off.”

Leah’s pace slowed. He can’t be serious.

John grinned at her as they neared the building. In disbelief, she looked away. She could fish, but it wasn’t really something she enjoyed all that much. That’s when she noticed a picnic basket sitting atop a workbench on the back wall.

“John?” Her voice came out somewhere between curious and surprised.

“I’m kidding.” He gave her another crooked, beautiful smirk, squeezed her hand, and led her deeper into the hangar. “For someone who likes adventure, you ask a lot of questions.”

Leah giggled. “Blame the training,” she chided with an easy shrug.

“Here.” John picked up a thick blanket and handed it to her. She had to let go of his hand in order to carry the weighty coverlet.

John went to the refrigerator in the corner and pulled out a dark bag with a long handle that he slung over his shoulder. Leah leaned toward him and raised her eyebrows trying to catch a peek in the fridge and see if there was anything else of note tucked away inside.

“You know they say curiosity killed the cat,” he teased, closing the door again quickly.

“They also say that the future belongs to the curious. The ones who aren’t afraid to try life. Explore it, poke at it, question it, and turn it inside out.”

John’s gaze on her held a gentleness as he leaned against the table. “Can’t say I’ve ever heard that one.”

Leah grinned at him. “Well, I also had a teacher in middle school who told us that curiosity was the wick in the candle of learning.”

He laughed softly. “Take it I’m not the first person to point out that trait.”

She smiled widely, with a healthy trace of pride, and shook her head at him. “Not even close.”

Picking up the basket, John held his empty hand out for her to take. Leah did and laced their fingers together, but she curtailed her questions for the moment in order to just enjoy the quiet, the landscape, and the company.

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29.12.2020

Hey y’all ! Just a recap on my 2020.

So, for the past few years I’ve been busy with my job and other shenanigans. I finally decided to begin my journey in working abroad, I’m looking at you IRELAND. Why Ireland? I have two aunts who work in Hospitals abroad (Ireland and America), they always share stories about their job and life abroad, I find Ireland more enticing because I think the weather and the mood in Ireland would suit me better than the US, I am a person who enjoys cool cold weather after all. Anyways, I sat and took the IELTS exam twice on 2019 but sadly I did not reach a passing mark in my writing test in both of them. Luckily, a close friend of mine invited me to take the OET exam, albeit it was rather expensive I gave it a go and thankfully passed the exam. Passing the exam was my ticket to apply in Ireland as a Non-EU applicant.

The NMBI process was easy once you have all the available documents at hand, the waiting part is tough but it’s over within 6 months or less. The part where I had a hard time was procuring my PRC documents, I had to go to Davao City since it needs to be sent by a Regional office. So, amidst the pandemic and the threat to visiting a covid-19 hotspot, I really needed those documents so I had to force my mom to let me go even if I travel alone. It was the first time I drove to Davao by myself, and what do you know my tire exploded, I wasn’t hurt (THANK GOD!) and I had a spare tire, a bystander helped me find a car mechanic to change the tire. It was a 4 hour ride, time was ticking, by the way I cried when I got back on the road thinking ‘I could have died back there.’ So I arrived at PRC and I find out that they were about to stop accepting applicants because they’re only open in the Morning and I got there at 10:30am. Close call but I got in. I started processing and then I was informed that there were no stamps left, the stamps are needed for processing documents. My heart sank, I asked them where I might be able to buy the stamps, but they said even the ones selling outside has none left, and they don’t know when the stamps will be available. My heart sank even deeper, I came there with only one goal and I almost got into an accident and I won’t even get what I came for. The NMBI deadline was nearing its end and the PRC documents is the only requirement left. If I don’t get this now, I will have to reschedule my appointment and the next available date is past my NMBI deadline. I was teary eyed, thinking of just leaving and accepting my destiny, I went to the gate and talked to the guard eating his lunch. He told me to go back inside and wait for him, so I did. After a few minutes he approached me together with an applicant, the guy gave me 2 stamps, he said he brought four earlier, so he gave it to me. I paid him, and I paid the guard. I felt so blessed, I was being helped by strangers whenever I encountered problems. I finished processing and went home directly.

After a month of waiting, I received my Decision Letter from NMBI (October 25), that day I began sending my CVs to various Hospitals and Agencies who are advertising for Theatre Nurse vacancies. November 09, I was chilling at home drawing on my pen tablet when my phone suddenly rang, my eyes widened and my heart beat fast after reading [IRELAND] on my phone screen, I picked up my phone and frantically paced around the house, it was from an agency called CCM recruitment. The call went like this:

agent: Hello? Is this [my name] ?

Nina: Yes, yes maam, speaking.

agent: Okay. I am from CCM Recruitment, are you available for a pre-screening interview right now?

Nina: (right now? I’m not prepared...I need to prepare!) uhm, I’m actually at work today maam (LIES!)

agent: oh, is that so, sorry for calling at this hour.

Nina: No, no, i’ts fine maam. I’m off duty tomorrow.

agent: Okay, can we have the interview tomorrow?

Nina: Sure maam, at what time would that be?

agent: same time. okay? talk to you tomorrow nina.

Nina: thank you very much for calling maam.

And that’s how I escaped because I got scared of not knowing what questions she’ll throw me. I researched some examples on pre-screening interviews and asked a group of nurses with the same experience on what I should be expecting. The day finally came, her first words were ‘sorry ha, natagalan.’ so I thought, ohhh a filipina? My agent was a filipina, I felt a bit relieved knowing that. She just clarified things about my experiences and background, most of her questions were about what I have written on my CV. When I heard the words ‘Okay nina, I’ll help you land a job here in Ireland.’ I was screaming internally! I reviewed my CV after the interview and found a mistake on the year when I started in the OR, I was scared I thought that I would loose my credibility as an applicant and that they would be disappointed and reject my application. I emailed Maam Beth (agent) about the mistake and she replied ‘noted.’ I got my confidence back, I felt blessed to have a kind and understanding agent like her.

December 2, I received a call from Maam Beth, she was bearing good news:

Beth: Hello nina, sorry medyo natagalan tayo, ilang weeks din tayo na tengga.

Nina: Hello maam beth, no worries po maam.

Beth: soo, my good news ako, may interested na employer sayo no, 2 hospitals and scheduled for interview next week. (SHOOKT) yung CHI and yung isa naman Blackrock, bale may webinar so mag attend ka ha.

Nina: wow, thank you po maam beth.

We discussed about the schedule of the interview and what to do to prepare for an interview. I attended the webinar but it focused only on CHI, I found out later that I was not short-listed for CHI so I focused on Blackrock Clinic Hospital. December 9, the interview schedule was later at 11pm which is 3pm in Ireland, I was told that the interviewer will be the Matron of BRC (Carmel). I was super nervous, I just left the window open, she was late for 30 minutes, I got scared coz I thought she skipped my file or something. When I saw her on the screen I said “oh Hi maam, I saw you on youtube.” A bit unprofessional but she chuckled and I gained a bit of confidence. The interview lasted for 15-18 minutes, she asked about my experiences in OR and some situational questions inside the theatre, she asked if I would be able to handle their hospital since my current hospital is not as busy and stuff like that, she asked if I’ll be able to pass the RCSI exam, and many more. The interview ended, I did not really know if I did well or if my answers were enough to pass but I lighted a candle in the Church and prayed to pass. December 10, I received a call from maam beth, at first she asked if we discussed the salary and I said no she didn’t tell me. I thought, the salary wsnt discussed by her because maybe I didn’t pass the interview...I felt sad, but then maam beth broke the silence with a “congratulations”. I was overjoyed, I PASSED!? I PASSED!! She told me about the salary and the RCSI exam and about the next steps. The next day I signed the contract.

I’m still currently processing the papers that were sent by Ate beth (she wants me to call her that and not maam) and some requirements that I need to secure like GP check-up and vaccination status, I’m still employed in the Philippines right now, the next RCSI exam is on March 2021, I’m not sure if i’ll be able to sit that one with the current pandemic but I’m hoping for the best! I AM FAVORED AND BLESSED IN SO MANY WAYS! I guess my next post will be when I arrive in Ireland.

#theatre nurse #nurse #blackrock clinic

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A Normal Conversation Ch05 (Spencer Reid x Maxine Brenner)

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Chapter 5: First date

Summary: Spencer and Max first date

Word Count: 3510

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

A/N: It's like I wish the first date was

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Waking up the next morning, Spencer was in a very good mood. As soon as the alarm clock rang, he jump off the bed and went to the closet to choose his outfit for the day. He gathered all his clothes and left them on the bed while he went to shower.

After the shower he quickly get dressed. He looked his clock and it was still early. Breakfast was prepared. While he ate his toasts, he checked his cell phone and realized that Max sent him a message with the address of where he would go to pick her up after school. "Excellent. It is not far away” he said to himself. He finished eating and brushed his teeth, pick his bag, and went out hoping that morning would pass as quickly as possible.

Max woke up that morning with the sound of the alarm programmed into the cell phone. Even sleeping she stayed for a few seconds thinking about what day it was. When she was more awake she got up quickly and sat on the bed. Max picked up the cell phone and texted Spencer with her school's address. She’d forgotten to send it to him the night before. As she did so at that moment she thought and smiled. "Oh Max. What are you getting yourself into?” She said to herself before standing up and going to shower. Before that she left preparing coffee.

When Max left the bathroom she went to the closet to choose her clothes. She meditated a little. "It's just a coffee," she said to herself. After that she chose the clothes and started getting dressed. When she was ready set up on couch with her breakfast and TV on to watch some news before leaving. Finished the breakfast, she got ready, she turned off the TV and went to work. "I hope this morning does not become so endless," she thought as she took her bag and closed the door behind her.

The anxiety of both made the morning the opposite of what they expected: it felt extremely long and heavy. Max had to deal with two classes where the children seemed to have been possessed by hyperactivity. It took a lot of effort to get them to focus and do the class activities.

In his side, Spencer had to face a box full of records from previous cases that Emily urgently asked him to review in order to present it in an inventory of expenses in front of other area heads of the bureau during the afternoon. It was a tedious and not very challenging task for him, but he knew that Emily needed help fast and who better than someone who is able to read at the rate of 10 pages per minute.

The clock struck 2:10 p.m. and Reid had already finished his task. He went to Emily's office to report his findings. As he knocked on the door and after Prentiss let him in, he began to "spit out" information.

“Of all the cases involving more than a single suspect, the costs in human and monetary resources rise to over 30% and that correspond to 45% of the cases we had last year. In those where a direct alliance was made with the local police before arriving, the costs were reduced by 10% and the cases that were in the DC area had an increase in the resources of the bureau by 25%. The average work time per person was 2.3 days per assigned case...” Prentiss looked at Spencer in amazement and not because she did not believe everything he said, but because his "speed" was higher than the average she was used to.

“Reid… stop… do you have all this information in a written report?”

“Yeah right. I was going to give it to you now” he handed her a folder with a two-page report of all his work. Prentiss started laughing.

“What…?” Spencer said somewhat misled.

“You could have just handed me this and I'd be happy. You didn't have to do a dissertation on the data” Emily pointed out.

“I thought a summary would be useful before reading it” he said convinced.

“Yes, I really appreciate it. But you just "spit out" everything out faster than you usually do. Something happens?” Emily could read Reid as well as J.J.

“Ehhh, no ... it's just that I have to go now. I must be at 3:00 p.m. in ... a place...” Emily knew she was right, something was happening to Spencer.

“So ... why didn't you start there? It's already more than 14:20. Go away!” Emily said after checking her watch. Prentiss had no idea what Spencer's plans were, but she was sure it was important to him.

“Do you need anything else?...” Reid asked anxiously.

“Spencer, go now!. You're late” Prentiss ordered.

“Okay. Thank you!” It wasn't long before Spencer ran out of the office to take his belongings. Prentiss couldn't help but laugh at seeing him leave in such a hurry. "Spencer 'running away' from work at this time on a Friday?... Oh boy, it must be something really big" she thought, then returned to her own job.

It was 2:59 p.m. and Spencer was standing outside Max's school. He took advantage of that extra minute to adjust his tie and adjust his blazer. On time, he saw Max come out through the main gate. She saw him and smiled. Spencer thought he was going to melt right then. He saw her approach to him and thought "wow! she is so beautiful!”. It had only been a week since he met this woman and he was as stunned as a teenager.

Max went out the school looking among the people and saw him standing by the gate. Perfectly ordered in a suit that "fit him perfectly," she thought. “But look at those eyes, Max” she told herself. “Michelle was right ... he really is handsome ...". When they made eye contact, they both gave each other an open smile. Max approached him repeating inside her head “don't look nervous... don't look nervous... don't look ..."

“Hey! Just in time!” Max said when she was already in front of Spencer.

“Hey! Hi. I had just arrived” Spencer replied, not knowing if that greeting was enough. He wanted to kiss her on the cheek, but they weren't close enough to his judgment to do that.

“Well ... Where will we go for our coffee?”

“I know a place that I think you will like and it is relatively close in this neighborhood, we can go on foot if it doesn't bother you” Spencer said.

“I think it's great. I like to walk” Max said with enthusiasm.

“Me too. Come on then...” Spencer gestured for Max to start walking first.

“Let’s go...” Max said starting the walk.

They walked a few blocks and Spencer stopped in front of a place called "The Biggest Art Coffee". Max looked at the premises and exclaimed with enthusiasm.

“Hey! Whenever I passed by here I saw this place, but had never had the opportunity to enter” Max said cheerfully.

“Okay, now is the time. We get inside?” Spencer asked. Max nodded.

The place was tight at the entrance, but passing a second door opened a large room where in the center is the barista's bar and around tables and benches to sit. The walls were decorated with pictures that emulated paints of great artists in landscape and portrait painting. Max was fascinated. Her eyes sparkled. Spencer couldn't stop staring her and he was truly delighted to see her so excited.

“It's fantastic. It's like being in a mini museum!” she exclaimed.

"I knew you would like it" Spencer said with satisfaction.

“Yes, very much” Max looked at Spencer and gave him a smile. “Shall we order?” she said pointing to the barista's bar.

“Sure” Spencer said. “What do you want to drink?”

“Double espresso with a whipped milk bud" Max said confidently and without thinking twice.

“You know very well what you like...” he pointed out. Max laughed at the observation.

“I hope it's not a bad thing...” Max said.

“Of course not! Is a good thing indeed. After saying this, Spencer went directly to the bar to order the coffees, while Max sent herself to a table located in a corner, which allowed her to observe the place in greater detail. When Spencer returned with the coffees, he sat across from her passing what she had asked for.

“Thank you...” Max said enjoying the smell that came out of his cup. Spencer couldn't help but watch her and examine how she took her cup, how she slowly blew and tried to drink sips of her coffee without getting burned. While she was talking about the photos and pictures that were on the walls of the place. He could bet she knew the history of all those paintings.

Suddenly Max realized that Spencer was looking at her almost without blinking. “Is something wrong?” she ask. At the time Spencer realized that he didn’t have been very discreet when looking at her.

“No. It’s ok. Very well, in fact ... I was listening to you carefully” Spencer said.

“Excellent” Max said smiling. Then she took her cup and held it up to Spencer's cup. “For our first date” she said making a toast. He responded by doing the same.

“For our first date” they toasted and each took a sip. "You know... it's funny..." Spencer started to speak. Max looked at him closely.

“What it is funny?” Max asked.

“Well, I'm not going to deny that I'm nervous about this” he said this referring to him and her. “Well, since the fact I didn't know how to invite you out. I rehearsed it a thousand times on the plane when I got back to DC”. Max was watching him intently, she didn't want to interrupt him “…And well, I finally ended up calling you. You know, I think it's funny that we have been talking for a week and this is our first... ‘date’”.

“Does the word "date" complicate you?” Max asked. Spencer shook his head not knowing if to say yes or no. “We can use another word if you feel uncomfortable...”

“No, is not that. It is the opposite, in fact. I like it ...”. Max was somewhat confused.

“Ok, let's clarify this. I think we are getting a little complicated” she said. “We are going to start with the essentials: Why did you invite me out in the first place? Did you feel forced by the message I sent you?” said Max.

“No no no. I invited you out because I wanted it... I like to talk to you ... and if it is in person, better”

“Ok... so, we agree that this is natural and that it should happen...”

“Yes...”

“What I am saying is that it is normal for people who have just met and have been in contact for a few days want to see each other again at some point. I think this needed to happen” Max said. Spencer nodded. Max continued with her idea. “Ok. I understand that you're a little nervous. I am also nervous right now” she confessed. Spencer looked at her and grimaced.

“Are you?... I could say that you hide it much better than me” he sentenced. Max started to laugh.

“Good, thank you. I thought it was more evident” they both laughed. Max continued: “Do you agree if we make this... I don't know... more relaxed? I think it is a nice symbol of what it was like when we first met. No pressure. Let's take things slow and see what happens”

“Take things slow… yes of course. I can do that. It is not my intention to do otherwise. I think you may have noticed by now that I'm not the ‘fast’ type” Spencer shrugged. Max smiled.

"I like that ... despite how solemn you are when invite someone out for coffee" Max joked.

“Solemn. Yes that's me” Spencer smiled as he drank his coffee.

“So ... did we reach an agreement?” Max asked.

“So is. We go slowly seeing how things turn out. No pressures” Spencer said.

“Excellent. We agree. Let's make another toast then…”. The toast was broken by a cracking sound that Spencer felt in his stomach and made him wince. Max noticed. “Did you have lunch?” she asked.

“Ehh, no... I passed the hour at the office” he explained.

“And have you been hungry all this time?” Max reproached.

"I hadn't really noticed I was hungry" said Spencer.

“No, no, no sir. You're not going to faint on our first date. Come on, let’s go” Max said getting up from his chair to leave.

“Where are we going?” Spencer asked.

“To feed your poor stomach. I know a good place” Max stated.

They headed out to the place Max had in mind so Spencer could eat. They walked a few blocks near the park where they were first met. During the walk Max reproached Spencer for his unhealthy habits.

“Okay, I'm not the example of a healthy person, but at least I avoid skipping meals. I don't know how someone could think fatigued, it doesn't work for me” Max said.

"I think in my case it would be worse to try to think without caffeine..." said Spencer.

“I give you that one. I agree. It happens to me too. Anyway, I think if a person is going to have bad habits, let them be the least”. Spencer nodded.

"I don't smoke and I don't drink," Spencer said. Max looked at him raising an eyebrow.

“Don't you smoke ... nothing? ... you never drink alcohol...?” Max asked curiously.

“I don’t smoke. Nothing. I drink alcohol only on very special occasions... that is, almost never...”. He thought with a grimace.

“Ok, I'm thinking that maybe the one with the least healthy behavior is me...” Max laughed.

“If I had said it before... would I have avoided this whole speech?” Spencer asked looking at Max reproachfully.

“Maybe...”. Max said with a shrug. “Okay, here we are”.

They had reached a local food restaurant. It was similar to a food truck, but it was slightly larger and had a hallway with a bar where people could sit. They approached the inn and the tenant asked them what they were going to eat. Without asking Spencer, Max asked for the house special burrito and two bottles of water. Spencer watched as Max made the request and said nothing to him. When it was time to pay, Spencer approached to take the account, before which he received a pat from Max in his arm.

“What are you doing? I invite you. You paid for the coffee, it's fair for me do this”. Spencer wanted to insist, but he sensed that perhaps it was not a good idea to argue with Max about it. In addition, his eyes fell quickly on the burrito that was provided to him for the tenant. In that minute he realized that he was really hungry. They took the food and sat at the bar.

“What am I about to eat?” Spencer asked as he pulled the paper out of his burrito.

“The best burrito you will eat in this city. I am not going to say that it is the best in the country, considering that you surely know more cities than me. This burrito is the precise balance between meat, bread, and dressings. It will leave you feeling itchy but very pleasant”. Spencer took his burrito and took his first bite with enthusiasm. He chewed and chewed, savoring exactly what Max had described.

"Wow!... This is... really tasty" Spencer took another bite as Max took sips from his water bottle and looked at him with satisfaction.

“I like to come here when I feel I need a good burrito. The better thing is that you can order to take home”. Max said while Spencer just nodded and decided to finish his burrito in one last bite.

“Really ... delicious. I must say that you were absolutely right about this”. Spencer said removing residue dressing from his mouth with a napkin and taking a sip from his water bottle.

They decided to stand up from the bar and continue walking, since the place began to fill up with people. Near the place there was a small square with benches. They decided to go there to be able to sit down.

“Your look better now. Do you see that it is necessary to eat?” Max said as she sat down on one of the benches.

“You can be sure that now I won't faint. But you have created a new need for me with that burrito” Spencer said. Max smiled.

“Nothing is perfect. Sorry” Max said with a shrug.

“The truth is… if we speak about perfection is risky to say it because each person can judge only for they own what they considered as perfection. Independently we have ideas of what perfect is, though there are studies that say empathy could finally generate a shared canon...” He realized he was rambling and Max was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Ok... but it is clear that what I am saying is not relevant now…”. Max laughed out loud.

“No, is not that. I'm sure it does make sense. What's more, I could give you my opinion on that if you're interested, of course...”. Spencer looked at Max curiously and nodded. Max started talking: “you are a scientist, correct ?, that is, you believe in scientific facts rather than myths and legends...”

“Yes, although many myths and legends interconnect with scientific observations of the world...” Spencer said.

“Totally agree. But well, what if someone, with whom you empathize a lot, I don't know, could be a family member, a friend... if that person told you that he/she had a scientifically unorthodox experience, would that give more credibility to his/her story than if it were someone who didn't you know”. Spencer thought for a bit.

"No ..." said Spencer.

“Would you make him/her notice...?” Max asked counteract.

“Probably…”

“Even if that means a conflict between you?”

“In that case, maybe not”

“That's my point! I don't think there is a shared canon between people thanks to empathy, but rather that empathy is rather ‘accepting that the other is looking for something different’. And many times it is accepted to avoid conflict and the possibility of ‘not fitting in’”. Spencer was speechless. He just nodded. Max's reasoning was very reasonable even though it was in a completely different paradigm than his.

"Wow, that makes a lot of sense" said Spencer.

“It is not that I am very studious on the subject, but it is what I see in children. And we know that children's behavior teaches a lot”.

“You're right. In fact, our first social interaction is in childhood and that says a lot about how our future experiences might or might not be…” said Spencer. Max nodded.

Spencer was very pleased to be able to discuss things like this with Max. They were like his sociology classes, but applied to real life. It seemed that her experience in life and her work made her very accurate in her observations and very pedagogical in her explanations. He liked that. He certainly liked it.

They were talking for a few more hours when they realized that it was already getting dark. Max winced at her watch.

“It's getting late, I think I better go”

“Yes me too. Will you walk to your apartment?”

“No, I will take a cab. My apartment is not close to here.

“I'll go with you until you take it”

"Fine, thanks" Max smiled as they walked toward the corner of the street.

"I hope I lived up in this... first date" Spencer said as they waited for a cab to come. Max nodded at him.

“I had a great time with you Spencer today. Thank you” Max gestured to a cab that was coming a block away.

"Special credit to the burrito you bought me" Spencer said and they both laughed. The cab stopped and Spencer opened the door for her.

“Goodbye Spencer” Max said giving him a farewell smile. Before getting on the cab Spencer stopped her for a second taking her arm.

“Ok, It's my turn...”. He bent down a little to kiss her on the cheek. “Good night Max...”. Then he helped her to get into the cab. She smiled, staring at him and grimacing.

“Good night...” Max said before closing the door of the taxi and starting the way to her house.

This time Spencer didn’t want to walk to his apartment. He stood on the sidewalk for a while until he stopped a cab for himself. He was pleased. “Not bad for a first date” he told himself. “Alright Spencer. Achievement unlocked” he concluded saying to himself with a satisfied smile on his face.

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