#I wrote a huge amount of this tonight so sorry if there's any mistakes!!

[queenieships]

im not super familiar with your ships, soo... number 1 (things you said at 1 am) from the mini fic meme with the ship you're most favouring right now?

Hey anon uhh so like this took me forever to do simply for the fact that I ended up turning what was meant to be a minific into a 4 and a half thousand word fic :> SO UH YEAH ENJOY THAT. I’d really appreciate it if people could read and give some feedback, I’m going to put most of it under a readmore since it’s just so long!! Warning for talks on mental health, an abusive father and just insane amounts of romantic and sexual tension :3c

@smoochesforseven 

things you said at 1 am – Queenie and Davey

Black clouds swirled angrily, the moon a feint smudge of light against the Manhattan night sky. Rain tumbled from above, clattering loudly against the pavement and the rooftops, soaking anyone who dared roam the streets at such an ungodly hour.

Queenie was one of those daring people, shuffling as quickly as her bare and battered feet would take her. She’d never been out this late by herself, every noise frightened her to the core but she had come too far to turn back. Her hair was slick and plastered to her face, the delicate fabric of her nightgown soaked through and clinging to her body. Never had she felt so vulnerable, her feet were so bruised from running down the rough streets she wasn’t sure if they could carry her for much longer. She hated to think what would happen if the wrong person saw her, a soaked and vulnerable girl stumbling through the streets of lower Manhattan.

Queenie kept her arms wrapped around her middle, trying to keep herself warm – raindrops clung to her eyelashes, making it hard to see where she was. Her entire body ached, a cold, dull throbbing emitting through every limb. Water ran down her face, pooling over the curves of her lips and streaming down her chin. This was the craziest thing she had done and if not for the circumstances at home she would’ve regretted it – but standing there, thinking of her father’s face and how he feigned worry for her mental well-being, her feelings were only solidified. She had to be away from him, away from her home or Queenie didn’t know what she would do to herself. Her father’s comments were ringing through her ears and she reluctantly wondered if she truly was going mad.

She stopped for a moment and looked around, trying to recall the route they had taken on one occasion when Davey’s mother had invited some of the Newsies to their apartment for dinner. Though Queenie had gone with them she had never actually managed to step inside so even if her memory was good enough to get her there she had no clue which level they’d be on or which room would be his. She had been tempted to join them, wanting nothing more than to dine with her friends and be introduced to Davey’s family but a feeling of guilt had washed over her; she felt terrible intruding on his family and eating their food when they were struggling, especially as someone who had never known the strain of financial troubles.

She cursed her guilt for a moment before noticing a street sign that seemed far too familiar for it to be a coincidence. Her first steps were hesitant before she began almost jogging in the signs direction, her gut feeling telling her she was close. Surely enough, within minutes Queenie had stumbled upon the complex that she knew to be Davey’s home. It was a tenement, a series of very small apartments where families would be clustered together – those living here were certainly better off than kids like the Newsies but the living conditions still weren’t amazing, mostly from a hygienic standpoint. Each building looked almost the exact same, insanely tall with rows upon rows of tiny windows, some of which had washing lines strung up between them.

She could so easily identify Davey’s home because she remembered Race had put out multiple cigars on the outside walls and, whilst having to squint insanely hard due to the dark, she could see circular scorch marks on the wall and small clumps of ash. Queenie made her way to the back of the building, knowing there to be a fire escape that climbed up its length. Standing in front of the ladder she took a moment to remind herself how crazy this was, how she had no idea which floor or room would be Davey’s before gripping onto the slippery metal in front of her and beginning to climb, almost falling off once or twice with her feet struggling to support her weight against the pressure of metal bars. Queenie would get to a platform and peer through each window, hoping for some telltale sign or clue to let her know which room was the right one. She had climbed for multiple levels when she looked into a room that just felt right. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now and looking in she could see it was a small room with a desk, a set of drawers and a double bed that took up almost half the room. Her heart was thumping rapidly in her chest as her eyes set on a figure laying on the bed in a T position, legs dangling off the side with the back of their hands resting over their face. Queenie felt a pang in her heart, she knew it was him though small details in the back of her mind made her hesitate. Yes, this person seemed to be the correct height and build to be Davey but she also knew that he and his younger brother, Les, shared a room and yet the younger boy was no where to be seen.

Holding back her fear, Queenie rapped a knuckle against the glass, letting out a quiet gasp as the figure sharply sat upright. Their eyes met and her hand slowly dropped away from the window, feeling almost embarrassed. It was Davey. Despite her circumstances she couldn’t help but drink in the sight of him, vest and button-up removed leaving him in just his under-shirt and trousers which for reasons unknown was a look that made her heart flip. Confusion flashed across his face but it quickly changed to worry as he rushed over and pulled up the window, holding it open with one hand and leaning out of it slightly, face close to hers.

“What are you doin’ here?” He whispered, voice low but dripping with confusion. Queenie took a moment to respond, heart practically stopping now he was up close. Seeing him without his cap felt blasphemous, though his hair was dark and wavy and insanely cute to her. She could even see stubble forming across his jaw and she trailed her eyes downwards to get a better look of him in his state of undress, small curls of chest hair even poking out from the deep neckline of his under shirt. Truth be told, Queenie was reeling.

“I-I uh…” She stuttered dumbly, blinking rapidly in response to his attentive stare. Davey at first seemed like an awkward, withdrawn person but over time Queenie learnt how wrong that was – he could be passionate and angry, confident and intimidating at times and insanely intense – just like right now. His eyes bore into hers, waiting for her answer. “… Can I come in? It’s raining.”

Davey’s eyes widened instantly as he realised the situation and the weather outside. His thoughts were practically playing across his face – what was she doing here? Why was she sneaking up to his room in the middle of the night, especially a night as bad as that one?

“God, I’m sorry, of course! Get in here!” He pushed the window up further, gripping supportively onto her forearm as she climbed into the room, having some trouble with her balance not only because of her sore feet but also due to simply being soaked.

Once Davey had managed to help pull her in, he reached up and slid the window down, leaning over her slightly. He let out a breath once they were both standing there, just looking at one another. He wiped a hand down his face, trying to clear away his tiredness. “W-what are you doin’ here?” he repeated the question, waving his hand in gesture to his bedroom. His expression was tired, eyebrows crinkled together.

Queenie’s chest tightened for a moment, feeling guilty to trouble him and afraid that he was annoyed with her but a moment later a small smile played on his lips and his eyes, for the first time, fell from her face and took in the sight of her.

“Oh my gosh! Queenie, look at you!” One hand quickly flew up to cover his eyes, the other gesturing towards her torso. In one quick motion he turned his back to her and slapped the other hand over his face, adamant not to look at her.

“I know, Davey, I’m sorry but this wasn’t exactly a planned visit.” She spoke softly, almost cooing at his behaviour. His blushing face was obvious, even his ears and neck were slightly pink. He didn’t respond to her so Queenie tip toed over to him, gently placing a hand on his forearm, trying to peak up at him through his fingers. “David~?” she quietly sang his name, shaking his arm a little.

Davey widened the gap between his fingers, looking down at her with shocked eyes. “N-nope, no, I’m sorry.” He stuttered before closing the gaps again. “I can’t deal with this.” Still covering his eyes he walked away from her, blindly walking towards the set of drawers. Once there he crouched down, removing his hands from his face and began to rummage through clothing before pulling out a long, white button-up shirt. He held it in his hands for a few seconds before holding his arm out behind him, towards her.

“Just… put this on, please? You’ll catch a cold if you stay in that for long.” He said, his voice strained.

Queenie could tell from this tone of voice and his behaviour that that wasn’t the only reason he wanted her to change clothes – Her nightgown was made of thin, white material which had soaked through and clung relentlessly to her skin. If not for the fact that she had roamed the streets in the same state for God knows how long Queenie would be insanely embarrassed – plus Davey’s shyness was insanely cute to her, acting as a distraction from her own timidness.

She took the shirt from his hand, finding the material surprisingly soft. It hit her, the fact she was going to be wearing nothing but Davey’s shirt.  The thought excited her immensely, checking to see that he was facing the other way before turning her back on him, peeling the nightgown from her skin and shifting it over her head. She looked over her shoulder for a moment, feeling more vulnerable standing there naked, wondering if he was peaking – he wasn’t. He was shifting his weight from his heels to his toes, shoulders squared and tense.

Queenie bit her lip and smiled, quickly unbuttoning the shirt before slipping her arms into the sleeves, the feel of fresh, dry clothing setting her mind at ease. She buttoned the shirt back up again with precision, standing there and relishing in how amazing his shirt felt on her body. The sleeves were far too long, material going far past her fingertips, the length of the shirt reaching down to her knees. Her legs being bare was a little discomforting but whatever could be seen then could probably have been seen through the material of her nightgown anyway.

“Alright Davey, you can turn around now.” She spoke quietly, playing with the long sleeves, flapping them around at her sides.

He peeked over his shoulder, almost mimicking her from moments ago. Clearly he was being cautious after her teasing earlier. She heard him let out a heavy breath before he turned to face her, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. His eyes were wider than she’d ever seen them, flickering over the sight of her.

“… Are you alright?” Queenie said, running her hands down her hips and looking down at herself, checking to make sure she hadn’t missed a button.

Davey scoffed, running a hand through his hair and stopping at the crown of his head. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine – just not used to having pretty, half-naked girls in my room.” His arm fell down limply to his side, Davey letting out a huff. Clearly the situation was a little frustrating for him.

She smiled and squeaked quietly, cheeks growing warm. He thought she was pretty? The statement alone made her terrible day immensely better. Clearing her throat, Queenie tucked her bangs behind her ear. “I’m sorry, David. I didn’t mean to cause you trouble, it’s just… I had to get away from home and this is the first place I thought to go.” His demeanour changed almost immediately, back straightening and eyes sharpened. “What do you mean? Why’d you have to get away?” his voice was soft but stern, wanting to show support for her but from the way his jaw tensed she could tell something in what she said had angered him.

“I-I um-”

“Queenie, if he hurt you, I swear to God-” Davey stopped himself once he heard his own raised voice. It was the middle of the night and his family were sleeping, Queenie would die if any one of them were to see them together in such a questionable state.

She watched him for a moment, not sure what to say. Davey stood with his hands on his hips, face pensive as he frustratedly bit his bottom lip. Sighing, he shook his head and plopped down onto the corner of the bed, slumping forward and resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands. He looked up at her, patting the space beside him.

Queenie could feel that the atmosphere had changed, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. Her legs felt heavy as she slowly lowered herself down next to him, hands in her lap as she switched between looking at him and at the floor.

Davey let out a sigh. “Now, I’m gonna repeat myself again. Did he hurt you?” he asked, his voice quiet. His hand was placed gently on the small of her back, something Queenie noticed he did often but never mentioned – it was his way of being present for her, showing that he had her back without saying anything and they both knew the other appreciated the slight touching without having said it.

“… He wanted to send me away.” She started, eyes flicking up to look him in the face. ��He does this thing sometimes where the words he uses sound nice and supportive but it’s all lies – the way he says it… you know it’s a threat.” she sighed, clasping her hands together. “He said that I was struggling. He thought I was hysterical and crazy and that maybe he should send me away for my own good.” she said the last few words mockingly. “Do you know what they do to women in asylums? I hear they lock them up in cages with no food or water, they’re not cared for they’re treated like rabid dogs and that’s what my father wants for me – so to answer your question David, no, he didn’t physically hurt me – not this time.” By the end of her rant Queenie’s voice had darkened and her eyes were half-closed as her heart stung.

“Well, are you?” Davey asked, scooting a little closer to her to wrap his arm around her waist and give her a reassuring squeeze. “Crazy, I mean.” He smiled at her, eyes bright and eyebrows furrowed with worry. “Cuz if you are then I must be crazy too because… you make more sense to me than any person I have ever met.”

Queenie stared up into his eyes, taken aback. She choked out a bitter laugh, closing her eyes and pushing her hand on his chest. “Oh, shut up!” she giggled lowly, gripping onto his shirt.

Davey chuckled and placed his hand over hers and holding it tightly. “No, I mean it. I don’t think I’ve ever agreed with someone so much in my life – and for me? Agreeing with someone is a lot. All of your beliefs and the way you fight for them, it’s… it’s admirable and inspiring.” He exhaled deeply, looking down at their hands pressed together on his chest. “And I cannot lie to you. If I ever see you father face-to-face I will sock ‘im right in the jaw because I don’t know if I’ve ever hated a man more than I hate your father. He flat out is a villain and he treats you like you’re nothing and I am not about to stand for that.”

Her giggles subsided as he spoke, his words having so much feeling behind them – even Queenie, someone who struggled with immense self loathing, felt so important and… safe. She smiled, though her lower lip quivered slightly as her eyes began to water. Queenie leant forward, burying her face in the crook of Davey’s neck, her shoulders shook as she sobbed quietly, her free hand clutching onto his waist.  Immediately he moved his arm from her back, sliding it up to around her shoulders and pulling her further into him. “I’m sorry, my emotions are all over the place tonight.” She mumbled into his shoulder, trying to focus on his presence – they’d never touched like this before and Queenie couldn’t help but feel like her hopes were being met, all the times she’d thought of Davey holding her in his arms and there she sat, enveloped in him; granted she was weeping into his shoulder but there had to be a downside somewhere.

“It’s fine. It pains me to admit it but I’d probably be crying too if my father did that to me.” Davey absent-mindedly played with the kinks of her chin-length hair, hesitating for a moment before placing a soft kiss on her head.

Queenie laughed quietly again into his shoulder, squeezing his waist. She found his attempts at upholding his masculinity funny, especially since she believed his behaviour throughout the night had been pretty manly, if not a little boyish at times. Her cheeks were burning after his kiss, butterflies in her stomach. There was a warm throbbing in her chest and she couldn’t help but smile at everything he said, just his presence made her feel safe and cared for.

She pulled away from his shoulder, hand still clutched tightly to his chest. She looked at their hands clenched together for a moment and nodded lightly to herself, courage bubbling through her chest. Her eyes flickered up to his, giving him a small smile before leaning up and softly pressing her lips against his.

For a second she could think of nothing else but Davey, all the trauma of the evening falling out of her mind as it was instead filled with images of him, his voice and his eyes and how she could feel the warmth emitting from his face and…

… He wasn’t kissing back?

Queenie pulled away from him, retracting her hand from his grasp. Her chest felt heavy like an anchor was dragging down her heart. Dread was washing over her, eyes stinging. Her hands started to shake nervously, she had never cared for someone as strongly as she cared for Davey and so many of her positive feelings and emotions were invested in him, in pining for him – if he didn’t want her…

“I-I shouldn’t have done that.” She stuttered, voice cracking. He didn’t like her back, didn’t want to kiss her and he probably didn’t want her there at all, probably lied when he said she was pretty. “I’m so sorry, David, I-”

In an instant his lips were smothered against hers, his hands clasping the sides of her face, fingers tangling in her damp hair. The force of his kiss almost pushing her over and, frantically, she grabbed onto the material of his shirt and pulled him closer to her, heart feeling like it was ready to explode.

Breaking the kiss for barely a second, Queenie climbed over his legs, knees on either side of him as she sat up straight in his lap, for once being higher up than him. Their lips meshed together once again, Queenie this time clutching his face as Davey pulled her body flush against his, both arms wrapped around her tightly. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, body tingling and warm. His fervorousness shocked her, though she had imagined kissing him so many times her fantasies had never managed to capture just how passionate he would be and how his kisses would make a knot form in her stomach.

Davey pulled back, eyes still closed, panting for breath. He was flushed, face warm under her touch. She ran her thumbs over his cheek bones, always taken aback by how handsome he was. From his brown eyes to his dark, tousled hair, from his hooked nose to his angular jaw. His tall, lean frame and long, pianist fingers fascinated her. His body language, his voice and not even to mention his personality, intelligent and witty, dominant and determined, surprisingly strong but caring in every way. When it came to David Jacobs her head and heart had never felt lighter and yet so full, thinking about him flustered her and impacted her capability to properly think and to have him there, blushing and panting underneath her? Queenie felt like the world was hers.

“I adore you, y’know that?” His eyes fluttered open, giving her a small grin. His hands were caressing her lower back, pinching the fabric of his white shirt between his fingers.

“Davey, stop it you’re going to make me cry again.” She laughed, using humour as she often did to hide the degree of her feelings. She was often embarrassed when it came to sweet moments like this, finding it difficult to say what she wanted.

Davey groaned and laid his head against her shoulder, kissing her neck. “I want you to be mine. I wanna protect you and care for you and fight for you – with you – and I just want to keep kissing you forever.” His words were breathy as he rushed them out. “I… I want you to be my girl.” his voice was so soft she would’ve struggled to hear it if not for him talking so close to her ear; his hand had found hers and their fingers interlocked.

Her lower lip quivered again but this time she didn’t laugh. She clenched her jaw as tears slid down her face, tickling her skin. Mimicking his actions from earlier, she buried her face in his hair for a moment before placing a kiss atop his head.

“I care about you so much, David. I don’t know if I want to bring you into my personal life, not with my family, not now. God knows what my father would do to you, or to me because I was with you. I-I don’t know.”

Davey raised his head slowly, brown eyes piercing hers defiantly. His mouth was open slightly, the bridge of his nose crinkling slightly as his features scrunched together in a baffled expression. The look in his eyes told her that he wanted to argue, to deny everything she said and to reassure her he could deal with it but he let the expression drop. He nodded his head slowly, kissing his teeth.

“Alright, well, an ‘I don’t know’ is better than a flat out refusal. You don’t have to give me a straight answer right away, you can sleep on it and take as much time as you want. You just gotta know that I care about you and I am willing to deal with your father if it means I can be with you.” He raised her hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles before patting her on the hip. “C’mon, you’re obviously not going home tonight and we should get some sleep.”

Her eyes were still watery but she gave him a fox-like smile. “You want me to stay the night, Davey~?”

He instantly scoffed and blushed at her words. “Hey! You are not allowed to get all flirtatious, not after kind of turning me down.” He gave her a smile, though she could tell he was dissatisfied.

She worked her way off of him, holding onto the bottom of the shirt to stop it riding up. At the same time Davey pulled himself out from underneath her, standing and stretching his long legs for a moment and letting out a sigh. The night had been crazy, full of developments and wild emotions and both of them were drained.

In one quick move, he reached back and pulled his under shirt off, over his head and onto the floor. He straightened out his shoulders and stretched his arms above his head, turning and watching her as she settled into his bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. “Was taking that off really necessary?” She asked, though she couldn’t keep her eyes off him, fascinated by his slim and pale body. Though she had always found him insanely attractive she couldn’t help but plan to bake him as many pies as he could eat, just to put a little more meat on his bones so his ribs and hips weren’t quite so defined. Their class difference would always be obvious, even down to a physical level. Her body was plump and soft whereas his was thin and harsh, simply down to the availability of food. On the outside, they couldn’t be more different and their outward contrast was something that Queenie found wonderful and it was one of the things that had initially attracted her to Davey.

He slid in next to her with a smile. “I just wanted to show you what you’d be missing out on if you turned me down.” He half-heartedly flexed an arm, clearly a little insecure in his own physique. Queenie let out a sympathetic ‘aww’, running her hand down his arm before grabbing his wrist and pulling it as she turned to lay on her side. Davey scooted closer and spooned her from behind, his arm around her waist like she wanted. He kissed her ear, the two quickly saying goodnight before settling down to sleep. It was insane, the boundaries they had both passed that night and how much closer they had grown. She felt comfortable with him, though his confession nipped at the back of her brain with an urgency.

Queenie could never deny her feelings for him, which is why she wanted the best for him and she just didn’t know if that was her.

[havin-a-wee]

If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

[meher-sumedha]

Gwyneth Birthday PART 1 Gwynriel Headcanon - Inspired by @rhys-darling but not the same

Azriel was in the balcony, it was 6 am in the morning and he couldn't sleep. It was still dark outside and the stars were still visible. He was in a normal t-shirt and pants while looking at them when he heard someone entering.

"Hi" Gwyn said to him. "Hi" He replied. He saw she started fidgeting with her hands. He noticed in the past few months that it was a sign of nervousness.

"What's wrong? " He asked, suddenly concerned. "Oh nothing is wrong", "oh" He replied and started wondering what could have gone wrong. "Can I ask you something?" She asked him.

"Sure", "Can you take me to the city? ". He couldn't help to hide the surprise in his face and she started fidgeting again. "Um, sure, but why do you suddenly want to go to the city?".

"It's my birthday today and I wanted to face it, it's a beautiful city". " Happy Birthday" He said and couldn't hide his smile, to which she returned the smile.

"So how am I supposed to do this? Do I have to take the elevator or what? " She asked. "No no, you'll wake cass and nes with the amount of sound it makes. "

"Oh" She said and frowned. "It's alright, i'll take you. ", "Really?". " Yeah, why not" .

"Okay" she said and came closer to wrap her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Azriel spread his wings and she laughed. "Ready? ", " Ready. "

As soon as he shot to the sky she hid her face in his neck and he laughed. When the finally landed she didn't let go. "Are we there?" She asked with her face still in his neck. "yes", "but are we really there? ". "Yes gwyn, we're there" He assured her.

She then took her face out of his neck and smiled at him before walking away from him and taking in the city. She was awestruck. She froze on the spot and couldn't do anything except smile.

"It's beautiful", "I know" Azriel replied. He couldn't stop the small smile on his face when he saw Gwyn so happy. He then walked towards her and they started walking towards the city.

They then stopped in front of a coffee shop and Azriel's wings disappeared. "Ready? ", " Ready" She replied and they went inside.

"The shop's closed, come back in an hour" A redheaded woman in her forties replied from behind the counter but when she saw them she froze. "Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you. The shop's always gonna be open for you. Come sit" She told them and directed them to a table.

"It's alright, anyone could make such a mistake" Azriel replied. "Oh i wasn't talking to you lad I was talking to her. She's a legend around here. Along with Nesta and Emerie. Ah, her book is an inspiration to all of us, Our Stories Are Worth Telling, wait, can I please get your autograph? "

Gwyn started laughing and Azriel was well, he couldn't be any more surprised. "Thank you, but I've never given anyone my autograph, are you sure you still want it? ", "oh of course I do, who wouldn't. " She then handed gwyn her notepad and her pen and gwyn signed her signature.

"You wrote a book? " Azriel asked, still not able to stomach whatever happened. "Yeah, it was about our journey, mine, nesta's and emerie's. "

"Why didn't you tell any of us? ", "well Nesta and Emerie knew, but I didn't think it was important to tell anyone else. I don't even know how they got the book. ", " Well if you ever write a book again be sure to tell us, we'll give you a huge party for it" Azriel said and Gwyn started laughing.

He had never heard such a melodious sound. He loved it when she laughed and it always made him smile. "Well she forgot to take our order so tell me, what does the author of the year want? ". "The author of the year would like a cup of ginger tea please". " Alright" Azriel smiled and went to the counter.

"Excuse me, could we get a cup of black coffee and a cup of ginger tea? ". "Yes, why not, anything else? " "No, nothing, thank you. Azriel went back to his seat when a guy with a lot of flour on his clothes came running from the kitchen door. He handed the woman a tray and said "alright, i've washed all your dishes and cleaned the Kitchen, anything else I can help with? "

"Oh no Ace, you couldn't be more helpful, Just hand the people at the seats these cups and you can go".

"Alright".

He then emerged from the back of the counter and came towards them. "Here you go" He said and Gwyn's mouth parted slightly. "Thank you very much" She said and he turned towards her. She couldn't contain her smile and nervousness. "What's your name? ", she asked the brown haired guy with brown eyes and an Amazing bod.

"Ace, nice to meet you", He replied and shook her hand, she shook his hand and said " Gwyn". "Alright, that'll be all". Azriel said cause he felt a huge pang of jealousy in his chest and put some gold coins on the table which brought Gwyn back to reality.

Ace took the gold coins and gave them a slight salute before returning to the counter and leaving.

"Why'd you have to be so rude? " Gwyn asked Azriel. "Me? Rude? Never heard of it" He smiled and took a sip of his coffee. "Alright leave it, so where are we going next? ", She asked him. " We can go anywhere. "

"Okay, I saw a clothing shop which I want to go to". "Alright".

They then finished their drinks and went to the shop. Gwyn tried on so many clothes but still Azriel never got tired of watching her being amazed. But whenever she saw the price tags of the clothes she sighed and didn't buy even one dress. One particular red dress had her interested but she never bought it, she made excuses like she didn't want it but Azriel knew she did.

They were walking through the final streets of Velaris when she finally asked him the question. "How do I earn money? ", " Whatever do you mean? " azriel asked cheekily.

She glared at him and then asked. "I mean like Rhys pays you for being his spy right, so if I have to get a job, could I get one? Here, in Velaris? ", "yeah, you could, but don't the priestesses get paid? ", " We do get paid but not in the form of cash, Rhys has already provided us with a safe home so we never needed anything else. "

"Oh" Was all Azriel replied. "Can we go back now? I'm very tired and we also have to train in a few hours". " Okay" Azriel replied and scooped her in his arms and took them to the house.

She then went to her room which was practically Rhys' room because he barely stayed there now. It was right opposite Azriel's room and both of their rooms had balconies, so they never felt trapped.

She stopped in front of her room and said. "Hey Az", " Yeah" He turned towards her. "Thank you for tonight", " No problem " He said and they both returned to their rooms.

[oneoftheextras]

Colour Changer | two

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warnings: +18, jealousy, verbal fighting, alcohol, angst & bit o’ drama (also endeavour if that needs to be put as a warning)

word count: 4.4k

part 1 | part 2 |

Things were good with Keigo for a while, when you both had a day off of work you would spend hours watching movies and doing all the couplely things that you would roll your eyes to.

That was before he stopped turning up to your dates, before he stopped sitting at the bar during your shifts to help them go by quicker, and before he no longer replied to your texts.

It had been 3 weeks since you heard from him, his last response to you was “Yeah�� and nothing else. You had called and text him multiple times since, but he stopped reading them in the first week.

It was exactly 3 days ago when you sent him one last text asking if you were over and he hadn’t responded - you could only take that as a ‘yes’. 

The thought of something happening to him during a patrol crossed your mind, but you’d seen through social media and the news that he’d been going out to parties and had been seen recently. There was no excuse you could have given him, he was ignoring you.

Trying to savour the last of your pride, you blocked his number. You weren’t interested in anything he had to say.

At least you still had your job. You’d actually picked up more shifts at the bar since your ‘break up’ to try and keep yourself busy, there was something about spending time alone in your apartment that reminded you of him.

It hurt, you weren’t going to lie to yourself, it probably hurt more than it should have done. But this was the first time you had let down your guard for someone, and this was how they treated you.

You tried not to think about it.

It was your 9th consecutive shift at the bar and some of your regulars had started to notice that you were working more than normal, as well as your boss.

“You working more shift’s has actually improved our business, a lot of the customers are showing up more just because you’re here more often” they had said before the start of your shift, then they proceeded to slide your pay check across the table to you.

When you opened it up and saw that your pay rate had increased, you opened your mouth to ask if there was a mistake, you didn’t want them on your ass about it later down the line.

“You earned it” they said, giving you a pat on the back as they left the bar in your hands. It was a Thursday night, so you were in charge of a small team, mainly first year college kids trying to pay rent.

This shift was going on as normally as any other, when 10pm struck the normal crew of Heroes strolled in, probably wanting to relax from their hard day of patrols and fighting.

“Endeavour, you’re looking as happy as ever” you joked with the man sitting at the bar, he grumbled slightly as you instinctively started making his usual. “What’s got you looking extra gloomy today?” you asked him, just wanting some conversation out of someone over the age of 18.

“Paperwork” he mumbled before taking the freshly made drink from your hands and knocking it back, apparently it had really been a bad day. “Oh, ew” you tried to sympathise with him, “We’ve got this whole charity Gala coming up soon and for some reason it’s fallen on me to organise it” by the time he had finished explaining he had finished his drink.

Almost like a conveyer belt, as soon as the glass touched the counter, you had already scooped it up and started giving him a refill. “Actually that reminds me-” he said, wiping away the residue of alcohol that had fallen onto his beard “-are you free this Saturday?” he made eye contact with you, something Endeavour rarely did. You felt a chill go down your spine.

Mentally going through your calendar, you remembered your boss forcing you to take the weekend off, something about labour law and you not being legally allowed to work that many days.

“I might be” you side eyed him as you put his second drink down, “Why? Are you trying to get me alone?” you casually raised an eyebrow at him, it had been so long since you had flirt with anyone, the feeling was strange but not so completely alien to you.

To your surprise, a deep chuckle and a slight smile came out of him, “Someone else has organised the catering and they’re insisting they bring their own bartender”, as soon as he said the last word you knew where this was going, “I don’t trust them, I’d rather have someone I know is capable” he never broke eye contact with you.

Immediately you were trying to think of an excuse to say no, you wished you had said you were working “I-” you started but was interrupted “Hawks will be there-” now it was your turn to interrupt him by groaning “Please don’t talk to me about him” you rolled your eyes.

Honestly, it was the first time you had heard his name since everything, “I thought you guys had a thing going on?” Endeavour asked, yet again, finishing his drink - you had no idea where he put all that alcohol. “Yeah, well, so did I. Until he ghosted me” you weren’t exactly sure why you were being so open with the number one Hero, but here you were.

“I’m sorry” he sounded as though he actually meant it, if you weren’t already looking at him, you would have doubted it left his mouth. “I still need someone, and with you I’d know the event was going to be a success, I’ll pay you more than you get here” his tone was still soft, as though he was walking on glass, but he knew what he wanted.

Poking your tongue out between your lips to wet them before you spoke, you feigned cockiness “Actually, I just got a raise, apparently people come here to see me”, before you had even finished your sentence, he had raised an eyebrow as though you were insulting him.

“Whatever they’re paying you, I’ll double it” straightened his back as though now that he was talking business the niceties were gone. “Double a shift’s wage? That’s not worth-“ he cut you off, “Double your yearly, for one night” he folded his arms.

If you had been drinking something, you’d have spat it out, but instead your eyes flickered in disbelief and your mouth parted slightly.

Smirking, knowing he’d basically won you over already, he wrote down the details on a napkin and handed it to you along with 50 thousand Yen - before you could question it, he spoke up “It’s a black suit event so get something nice for yourself”.

He didn’t wait for confirmation before changing the subject, at least he kept you company for the rest of the night.

You’d taken Endeavour’s advice and went shopping for a new black dress for the Gala, you had to at least look the part even if you didn’t want to be there. The dress you decided on was tight and hugged you in all the right places, it was very flattering, you had debated on whether or not to go for a nice dress, but you didn’t want to waste the money he’d given you.

Before you could really prepare yourself, you were setting up your space in the huge Gala hall. You’d turned up early so you could add some finishing touches to your bar before all the Heroes started turning up, you’d be more efficient if you knew where every type of alcohol was.

You’d taken the liberty of bringing some of the cocktail shakers from your work so you were familiar with the tools, but they had already supplied you with enough for a small team. Although, when the clock rolled around to 10 minutes before the Heroes were supposed to turn up, there was no sign of any other bartenders.

If Endeavour had hired you and only you, he was going to get an earful, Number One Hero or not.

That was exactly what he had done.

At first you slightly panicked, wondering how the hell you were going to manage so many orders all at once, but there were about 30 Champagne Waitresses making their rounds on the floor that kept everyone away from you.

Not to say that you weren’t extremely busy, but you were able to serve the Heroes fast enough that you were able to put on a bit of a performance, doing your normal tricks of tapping the cocktail shaker and changing the liquid contents as it was being poured into people’s glasses.

Like normal, the onlookers were amazed.

It still befuddled you that in a world of crime-fighting Heroes, someone who could change colours was something to gape at. Your quirk was more for show than practicality really.

When the majority had some type of alcoholic drink in their hand, the speeches started, everyone had stopped what they were doing to listen to the grey haired man talk about the charity that this whole thing was for and give a list of thank you’s that seemed to go on forever. 

Meanwhile, you decided to utilise this time to clean down your bar and restock some of the empty bottles, you weren’t quite sure what was going on with Gang Orca but he’d nearly finished a whole bottle of vodka by himself so you were keeping an eye on him. He seemed completely fine with no sign of intoxication, maybe his huge form was absorbing the alcohol.

You were sure as soon as this presentation had finished you were going to be swamped, even you were feeling the need for a drink, and oh boy were you right.

The moment the dim lights were brought back up and the music was turned back on there wasn’t a single space by the bar that wasn’t full. You expected people to start getting impatient because they were having to wait for their drinks, but strangely they were more than happy to wait and chat to you and each other, the amount of tips you were getting tonight would be enough to pay your rent for 2 months.

After the swarm of people were served and you had a second to breathe, you froze, golden eyes staring awkwardly at you “Shot of tequila” he bluntly said, he didn’t even have the manners to ask like everyone else was. You gave him a similarly cold response by just nodding and putting the shot glass on the metal surface with a little bit too much force and pouring the golden liquid into it, you also gave him a wedge of lime and gave him the salt shaker.

Without saying anything, he handed you the money and took his shot. You both seemed to breathe a breath of relief when the Number One Hero parted the line of people and approached the bar, you smiled maybe too much upon seeing him.

“Endeavour!” Hawks exclaimed when he saw his partner, “Have a shot with me!” he continued and you instinctively started preparing his normal tumbler of whiskey. Enji grumbled at the young heroes request, you would have died on the spot if you saw Endeavour do a shot.

After placing the his empty glass on the wood in front of him, you quickly washed your hands in the miniature sink the event space had provided you, dried them on your small towel, and scooped up three cubes of ice.

Both men looked at you with intent, you had served them enough for them to know this wasn’t your normal routine.

You allowed one cold cube to run down your palm and to the tip of your fingers, the second before it left your touch, you turned the white object into a gorgeous red. Uncurling your pinkie and ring-finger, you let the other two pieces do the same thing - changing the second one to orange and then the last one to yellow.

A small crowd of a few customers were ogling at what you were doing as though they had never seen it before, or it may have been because someone was paying attention to the Number One Hero despite everyone’s fear of him.

It was nice to see him smiling, but it was even better to see the faint grimace on Keigo’s face. Good, you thought. After the way he treated you, you wanted him to know what he was missing.

Endeavour reached out for the glass but before he could grab hold of it you slapped his hand playfully, you heard a few faint gasps in the miniature crowd that had formed, and a couple of terrified glances towards the Pro Hero on your behalf.

“Be patient” you smirked at him, you had to admit it to yourself, you were being very brave. You barely knew this man apart from his drink order, being so informal with him was a huge risk as you didn’t know how he would react.

He chuckled at your coyness, and your heart relaxed.

Cupping your hand in front of his face, you poured his favourite whiskey into your hand and let it run through your fingers, you held the bottle high enough so people could see the dark brown liquid flowing out of the nozzle and then quickly drizzle out between your fingers as a golden-yellow with bright red swirls. 

Once you had poured the right amount into the glass, you pushed the tumbler towards him and washed the remaining alcohol off your hand before it became sticky.

“I’m surprised he let her do that” someone mumbled a little bit too loudly, then another voice piped up “It’s not very hygienic”. Endeavour was happily sipping at his drink while Keigo was doing his best not to make eye contact with you still, this was too good of an opportunity to give up, so you mustered up all your courage and said in the most confident tone you could “It’s okay, he knows where my hands have been”.

If you weren’t mistaken, everyone inhaled sharply at the exact same time, all but Enji who side-eyed Keigo and then put his eyes back on you with a knowing glint - something told you that he knew what you were trying to do and understood his role. Maybe your hands would stop shaking sometime soon now that you knew he was going along with it.

“Thank you for the dress by the way” you added, gently placing your hand on his arm for a second before going back to serving the line of customers you had, you felt as though there was enough of an audience to make your point, “It fits you nicely” was all he added, it was more of a response than you were expecting. 

Deciding it was probably best to not push your luck too much with the flame hero, you turned your attention to the multiple pairs of eyes looking at you “What do you guys think?” doing a little twirl with what little space you had, of course the chorus of men erupted into whoops and cheers- you think you even heard Present Mic yelling “Hot” from one of the other stands.

Satisfied with the scene you had caused, you went back to pouring drinks, using all sorts of tricks you’d never been able to do before. You changed the whole bar to whatever colour the current customer wanted, even going as far as to change your own hair colour to gain praise from them. 

Honestly, you were starting to feel like your old self again, that was until you saw something small and red weave it’s way through the different pumps and towards you.

Slamming your hand down on the bar and hard as you could, you crushed the delicate feather under your force, “If I see another feather come across this line-“ you drew and invisible line across the wood with your finger “-I’ll cut you off” you said bluntly, throwing the feather back towards it’s owner. 

He opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him, “Do you want to get thrown out?”, he chuckled to himself slightly and shook his head “Like you could” his tone was playful yet arrogant, “I don’t have to” you put the emphasis on ‘I’ and shifted your gaze toward Enji who had coincidentally caught your eye, he very lightly smiled at you and gave a small gesture that you assumed was a wave.

That was the last straw, Keigo’s tone shifted and he stormed away from the bar, the entire night passed and you didn’t see him again. A part of you was glad, you didn’t have to keep looking over your shoulder, but that pit in your stomach was back, and just as you had started to feel better.

On the plus side, you didn’t have to clean and close the bar, the venue had hired some cleaners to take care of all the mess after everyone was done. Thank God.

The walk home was quiet and lonely, it was about 3am and most people had gone to sleep hours ago, so the ominous hum of streetlights really put you on edge- that, and that nervous feeling of being watched.

You tried to hurry along the uneven ground as quickly as you could, not wanting to tempt fate too much; how ironic would it have been? To be attacked by a Villain after spending an evening with Heroes.

A gust of wind blew your hair into your face and blocked your vision entirely for a few seconds, it was quickly followed by a force connecting with your back and then wrapping around your front.

You felt your feet leave the ground and the harsh whistle of wind rushing past your ears deafened you - your senses were blocked off. The wind was too loud to hear, and your hair acted like a self-inflicted blindfold, you were so disorientated that you thought you were going to be sick.

When your feet finally touched solid ground and the force holding you ease up, you stumbled forwards and fell to your knees, hands spread out in front of you. “What’s going on with you and Endeavour?” you heard a familiar voice say from behind you, you could not believe this.

“What?!” you exclaimed, aggressively turning yourself so you were now half laid down on the floor, you saw Hawk’s standing in front of his open window with the moonlight shining behind him casting a silhouette. “You kidnapped me to ask me about Endeavour?” you vocalised how ridiculous the situation was.

Hawk’s folded his arms in frustration, “You seemed pretty cosy with him earlier” he said bluntly, “So what if I was?” you bit back, your emotions were high and you didn’t know which voice to listen to - you were pissed off beyond your control, hurt and mildly frightened.

You knew Hawk’s wouldn’t hurt you, but the amount of hate in his eyes made you question him for a moment.

“Is that how it is? You moved on from to my partner?” he sounded disgusted with you and to be completely honest you were glad, he had hurt you so much in such a short amount of time it felt as though he was getting what he deserved.

“What do you care?” you snarled at him and turned your head away, not wanting to look at him. “What do I-?” he started but interrupted himself by rubbing his hand down his face. “Of course I care!” he extended his arms towards you as you dragged yourself up off the floor and brushed the flakes of dust and dirt off your new dress.

“If you cared about me you wouldn’t have left” you mumbled to yourself, not intending for him to hear but it seems regardless of whether or not he heard, he wanted you to say it again “What did you say?!” he raised his voice, to match his aggression you raised your voice louder “If you cared about me you wouldn’t have left!”.

There was silence for a moment, no words, just the sound of heavy breathing as you both decided whether or not it was worth carrying on this subject.

“Take me home” you gave up, exasperated at the situation. All you had wanted for the last couple of weeks was to hear from Keigo, and for him to tell you that you were still together, but now that you were actually in front of him, you wanted nothing more than to disappear.

He took a few steps towards you, “No-” he forced the air out of his throat like a bullet coming out of a gun, “-Not until you admit it” he continued, his hostile tone never wavering. “Admit what?” you laughed dryly, “Are you fucking Endeavour?” he asked bluntly and your jaw almost hit the floor.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no I’m not” you answered him honestly, folding your own arms and glancing around towards the front door, if he wouldn’t take you home you would have to take yourself.

“How is it none of my business?” he snapped at you, “Because you left me!” you shouted over the top of him before he managed to finish his sentence, “I gave you every part of me and you couldn’t even be bothered to send a goodbye text” you finally let out what you felt like you had been holding onto for your whole life.

Taking a deep breath in and then with a sharp exhale you said, in a calmer tone “I’m leaving”, without giving him the option to respond you marched your way towards the apartment door.

Before you could take hold of the handle you felt your shoulder being pulled around and your body being pushed against the door, the next thing you saw were two golden eyes staring back at you .

“Let me go” you said through gritted teeth, “Not until you’ve listened to me” he was talking in a hushed voice as though all the anger and upset had left him in that instant, “I don’t want to-” you started but it was his turn to interrupt you, “You have no idea how dangerous my job is, the type of people I’m working with-” he stopped mid-sentence to glance around the room as though he was being watched.

“I was there every night, I watched you walk home from work to make sure you were okay” his voice was starting to crack and you could see water starting to well up in his bottom eye lid, “I missed you so much, but I had to keep you safe”.

Watching him come undone in front of you, you felt a pit fall in your stomach as extreme guilt flushed over you.

Your body moved without you asking it to and before you knew it your hands were wrapped in his hair and your lips were against his.

The kiss started as soft and gentle, but as soon as the shock had left his system he cupped your face in his hand and started kissing you as though it was the last time. 

Things got heated very quickly, Keigo pushed the hem of your dress up until it was bunched up at your waist and wasted no time shuffling your underwear down for you to step out of.

Unbuckling his belt like he wouldn’t live to see tomorrow, he let his jeans fall to the floor as he picked you up by your thighs and pushed you further into the door. His kisses became more erratic as he lowered you onto his cock.

The euphoria you both felt as the familiar sensation of him filling you again flooded to your brain, you gripped his shoulders tighter to try and stay stable. Instantly he started moving his hips, dragging himself in and out of you at a rapid pace.

The apartment was filled with a mixture of Keigo’s grunts, your moans and the door sounding as though it was on the brink of death. “I missed you so much” he mumbled against your neck as he dug his fingers into your bare thighs, his thrusts were ruthless and you could feel that you were getting close to your orgasm.

“I missed you too” you managed to breath out in between moans. You could feel the friction of your back rubbing against his door and you knew you would be waking up with a bruise. But you didn’t care.

Before either of you could say anything else you felt your walls clench down around him, emphasising every muscle and vein in his member, Ah, fuck” he growled, pushing himself even further into you as you let him pound you through your orgasm.

He grunted a couple of times and his mouth hung open, he moved one of his hands to hold your shoulder down as the pressure of his chest against yours held you in place. “I love you” he confessed, locking eyes with you, you were still panting from your own high so you weren’t able to respond, “I lo-” he started to say before he snapped his hips against yours and you felt him cum inside of you.

Flopping his head forward so your foreheads were touching, neither of you moved to allow the moment to last as long as it could- neither of you wanting your bubble of bliss to be popped.

“I mean it” he barely even whispered as he pulled his head away so he could look you in the eye, “I do love you” he repeated himself. Your heart leapt, your relationship hadn’t gone on long enough for either of you to have said the ‘L’ word yet.

But being away from him these last couple of weeks solidified how you truly felt, “I love you too” you smiled at him as he kissed your forehead.

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[anotherbeingsworld]

Paris in the rain.

Pairing: Bryce x F!MC (Casey Valentine)

Book: Open Heart

Word Count: 2362 

Warnings: FLUFF. 💕😉

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry. I do not own anything, except for the storyline. 

A/N: Hi! This is officially my third fic that I will be posting, AHH! I feel giddy right now typing this, and its a compilations of more than a dozen of emotions in my head!! This story was inspired by Lauv’s song called ‘Paris in the rain’ and boom, this story happen! Its mostly fluff, and sometimes our life needs a lil fluff right? 🙈 I apologize in advance if there is any mistakes since English is not my first language 😅  Alsoo, I want to give a huge thanks to @maria-soederberg for checking all my mistakes and helping me with the story! GO CHECK OUT HER STORIES, SHE WROTE A LOT OF AMAZING STORIES ! <3 To end this, I hope you all enjoy this story! READ AWAYYY. 😊 

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Paris in the rain. 

The voices around Casey are fading away into the background as her thoughts start to wander towards a certain surgeon who is 3346 miles away.Casey is currently at a prestigious medical conference in the city of lights, also known as the city of love. She was invited to share her latest insights regarding the medical world.

But Casey feels her concentration leaving and her mind continuing going back to their last moment back in Boston. They had a heated argument about something useless, such as ‘Bryce leaving his dirty socks on the floor, or walking with his shoes through the apartment, not cleaning the dishes just as Casey asked him to.’ Those arguments were useless, yet one argument led to another one. And Bryce snapped at her which shocked Casey. He never had snapped before. Then he even started to point out Casey’s biggest insecurities. He knows it was wrong but he said it, and couldn’t undo it. It was all so pointless at the end that she wishes she could undo all these small arguments that led to this one big one.

It is her second and her final day in the city of love; France. Yet, Casey wasn’t able to enjoy it. Paris has always been on top of her bucket list, therefore shouldn’t she be here and enjoy it? But she can’t, because it is not how she imagined the trip to Paris.

“Dr. Valentine, do you have anything to add before we end the conference?” Dr Lanchester’s voice rings from the microphone.  His voice brings Casey back to reality. She puts up a smile that does not reach her eyes as she shakes her head. Dr Lanchester nods before giving a farewell speech to all the doctors that joined the medical conference.

Suddenly Casey feels someone placing their hands on her shoulder, she glances at her colleague, Dr Lindsay Russell who is a doctor invited from the UK to give an insight regarding the medical world in her country.

“Are you okay, C? You seem a bit zoned out in the end there.” She asks as the other doctors starts to exit the room.

“I know, I just have problems at home y’know.” She states as they both start to make their way to the exits as well.

“Let me guess, boy problems?” Lindsay smiles gently.

“Ding, ding, ding . Give the girl a prize.” Casey lets out a small laugh as they walk side by side enjoying every second of the foreign air that shows them that they are far from home especially in Casey’s case.

“I know this won’t solve the problem, but I think we should enjoy our final night here. It’s a rare occasion where the hospital sent us miles away from home.” Lindsay states with an enthusiastic smile plastered on her face.

“Alright, but under one condition.” Casey lets out a mischievous laugh making Lindsay feeling terrified. Lindsay wonders what the condition could be.

“Don’t leave me in suspense, C!” Lindsay shouts, laughing.

“You need to buy me the biggest croissant one can ever find!” Casey beams at Lindsay who lets out a laugh.

Lindsay nods and responds, “You have my word, now c’mon! Let’s explore the medical convention for now, before we continue with our adventure tonight.” She states. Not long after Lindsay suggesting this, Casey is pulled on her arm towards the various parts of the annual medicine convention.

After three hours of exploring, Casey and Lindsay says their goodbyes to get themselves cleaned up for the evening. Despite the excitement of discovering the City of lights, Casey feels a pang of sadness as the thought of Bryce starts to fill her mind again. Before their fight, they talked about how amazing their trip to Paris would be. They would hold hands while walking alongside the Seine, they would share kisses in front of the Eiffel Tower or even at the top of it. As criminal as that might be, they would even sneak out some of the little soaps from the hotel room because they smell so good and also look great. And of course, they cannot forget to eat all the chocolate they would find in Paris. It all seemed so perfect, but at the end it was too good to be true.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost missed the notification on her phone. It was a text from her roommates, she smiles thinking about her friends who had been nice enough to take her back in after the fight with Bryce. Casey looks at their group chat and the different messages of her friends.

Sienna: Casey, have fun! We can’t wait for you to be back, Edenbrook is so quiet without you. :(

Elijah: Hit me up with all the goodies from the conventions Cas! You’re the bomb!

Jackie: Don’t forget to enjoy all the expensive booze as you spend your time around snotty doctors Cas! ;)

Aurora: She ain’t wrong, see ya soon!

She smiles at  the texts, but looking at those messages make her eyes wander to a particular name in her messages. They hadn’t been texting since the ‘fight’. She wants to tell him how much she wants to be in his arms, how she wants to make all those fantasies come true. But she can’t do it. She lets out a sigh, as she continues to get ready for the night out with Lindsay.

Meanwhile, at a motel not so far away. Bryce Lahela is adjusting his tie.Bryce struggles as he  tries to look his best, he is aware that people think he looks good in everything. But today, he wanted to look even better. It is for a special occasion after all.

In the meantime, he facetimes Elijah as he guides him through a tie tutorial. “Almost there, and… done!” Bryce lets out a scream as he successfully managed to tie a tie. Although, he is from a wealthy family which required him to dress up like some stuck up corporate workers, he never made an effort to dress up. It made his parents mad all the time, yet he never really cared what they think. He had lived all his life with casual attire and it’s pretty comfortable.

His phone lets out a ping as a message pop up over their video call.

Linsday: I already told her about tonight, you better not screw up, Lahela!

Bryce: Thank you, I owe you one. And, don’t worry I won’t.

Linsday: I will believe it when I see it, let me know when it’s time.

Bryce: Gotcha.

Bryce takes a deep breath, Elijah looks at him through the phone, noticing how nervous he gets. Soon, Elijah is joined by Sienna and Jackie who instantly whistles at him.

“You clean up good, meathead.” Jackie shouts from the other side of the phone while Sienna gives an approving nod.

“Thanks, Jackie, I am doing everything I can to fix this.” Bryce lets out a sigh. “I can’t lose her, she  means a lot to me. And, I don’t want to be away from her anymore. I-“

Before Bryce can continue, Elijah’s voice fades into the background. He looks at his phone and sees their call got disconnected as his phone lets out a ping once more.

Elijah: Sorry about that buddy, Jackie immediately hung up before you start one of those sappy  monologues. All of us are rooting for you, get em tiger!

Bryce lets out a small laugh before heading out the door, with a high amount of determination to fix it. Both of them were at fault for their fight, Bryce feels himself getting anxious and the fear of losing her resurfaces even though deep down he knows that she loves him.

 Casey always felt like she is not good enough for him. No matter how many times he had tried to assured her that she is the most beautiful woman in the world. Bryce made this one mistake and pointed that out in their fight leads to Casey walking away from him, and a quiet night for Bryce. The next day, he wanted to clear the air between them but Casey unfortunately had left for Paris, without a goodbye.

 Casey feels herself enjoying the perks of being a foreigner, living her best life in Paris despite the small pain in her chest. The night went on and she even got the chance to enjoy her croissant which was promised by Lindsay. They managed to go café hopping, and doing everything she desired.

 As the night continues, Lindsay lets out a small yawn. Casey’s head perks up at the sudden reaction. “Tired already?”

 Lindsay nods, as she stretches her arms making Casey laugh with her antics. “I think I am going to hit the hay, you ready to go?”

 Casey shakes her head, as she gestures to the Eiffel Tower which is a short walk away from her. “I think I’m going to stick around a little longer, I will see you tomorrow?”

Lindsay pulls her into a hug and waves her goodbye. “See you tomorrow, C!”

 After Casey continued her commute, Lindsay takes her phone out and sends a text to Bryce, to proceed his plan. After getting a thumbs up reply, she whispers ‘I hope he doesn’t screw up this time.’ to herself as she makes her way back to her hotel.

 Casey takes her time enjoying the view around her. The night is getting darker but the people around her are still smiling, enjoying the atmosphere around them. Some of them are sightseeing, and some are enjoying each other’s company at one of the most romantic places on earth.

 After a few minutes of walking, the Eiffel Tower comes into her view. The sight makes Casey smile uncontrollably. She stops to look at it properly. It looks spectacular, better than what she had been seeing on her desktop when she was 6.At first she was so focused on the sight in front of her that she had barely noticed the presence next to her. As she takes a glance at the person beside her, her eyes widen. It was him. He is standing there beside her, with his signature smile that is one of Casey’s favourites. Both of them were silent for what felt like an eternity until Bryce clears his throat to capture her attention.

 “What are you doing here?” Casey asks maintaining her distance because she still can’t believe Bryce is standing next to her.

 “I came here to make your dreams come true; one of them involves this building.” Bryce states as his gaze stays on her whilst gesturing the Eiffel Tower, his eyes displaying every emotion someone can have.

 Before Casey can reply, he continues, “I want to fix this, and I won’t leave your side until I achieve my goals. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I am not ready to let you go, or to let us go. This thing that we had, is much more than any fight, any quarrel or any insult. What we have is something special, and I wouldn’t have it any other way…” The sound of thunder causes him to stop as they both glance up towards the sky, where lightening covers the sky from time to time.

 “Bryce...” Casey looks back down to him, ignoring the weather above her.

 “I love you Casey Valentine and I don’t want to lose you ever again.” He stops when suddenly the rain starts to fall. His eyes went down towards his clothes and notices that it’s soaked. But he doesn’t mind, he is not finished yet. He looks over to her and his breath stops for a short moment. Of course, Casey always looks beautiful in his eyes, but the light of the Eiffel tower reflecting in her eyes, followed by the rain that covers her face in small pearls makes her more beautiful than she has ever been.

 Bryce takes a deep breath as he continues, “I’m sorry that I said all those things back in Boston. I never meant to hurt you, Casey. I love you with all I have. My life is evolving around you. Waking up every morning? I can’t imagine it without you by my side. Walking through the hospital halls? I cannot imagine it without our ‘stealing kisses’ moments or jokes we share while bumping into one another. And I can’t bear the thought of living without you. I love you and I cannot live without you.” Bryce admits. “Please come back.”

 Casey felt her eyes gaze into his. The rain caused his hair got stuck on his forehead, and followed the little drops on his nose; somehow he still looks amazing in her eyes. Their eyes connect to one another and in that moment they know that whatever happened in Boston, its one of the bumps of being in relationship. Casey feels glad that Bryce had came this whole way to Paris, finally being able to make both of their dreams come true. After a few moments, Casey closes the distance between them as she puts her arms around his neck. She nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck and whispers, “I love you too, so much.” Bryce smiles as he hold her close.

 As they are in each other embraces, Bryce is glad that she forgave him and they can start a new page together leaving the fight behind. He promises to himself for their next trip to Paris, he will do all the little things with her. Bryce wants her to be happy and he never wants to leave her side again. He loves her too much, to imagine the world without her in it.

 Despite the weather, they got a chance to find each other once more in one of the most beautiful city in the world. After a while, Casey felt a notification from her phone. She smiled after reading the message, and give him a light kiss.

From: Bryce

'Cause anywhere with you feels right

Anywhere with you feels like

Paris in the rain

Walking down an empty street

Puddles underneath our feet’ – Lauv.  

THE END.

A/N #2: Hii! So, I hope all of you enjoy it! Its one of those stories that brings a smile on my face and its fill with fluff! The best in both worlds; happiness and fluff, hehe. 🙈 I still felt anxious about posting this, but I am growing everyday! Don’t forget to like, reblog and leave a comment!  It would really means a lot for all writers! 😊 Once again, THANK YOU FOR READING! <3 

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Desperandum Victum Chapter 2

Jimin x Female Reader

Genre: Demon AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut (future chapters), Mature, Slow Burn

Warnings: The story will get really fucking dark, including themes of incest, cannibalism, rape, murder, slavery, gore, yandere, religion, and way more oof. This chapter has mentions of violence and gore at the end.

Word Count: 10,129

Summary: You’ve had a traumatizing hard life and you move to a new town for new beginnings. But what if this town was hiding secrets of it’s own?

A/N: Sorry I’m late, this was supposed to be out hours ago but I just got home and don’t know how to use the fucking queue. This was originally due weeks ago, but I redid the story 3 times because I didn’t like how it kept turning out hahahaha wrote over 34k words and for what??? Anyway, last boring chapter I promise! Shit’s about to hit the fan ya’ll. Unedited, sorry, let me know of you find any mistakes!

Buying an old house was perdition disguised as a home.

Jun scoured through the wires of the electrical system. FallHaven weather circumstances were something he was cautioned about beforehand. Days consisted of hard-hitting heat, while the dusks were frigid and aloof. The outdated HVAC wiring had made the temperatures of the self-contained rooms a roller coaster, never knowing how severely the ventilation of said room would get tropical or glacial. Behind him, beyond the croaking and crickets; laid his back-porch barrier, it’s paint chipping from the fractured foundation. He previously spent $1000 to fix the asbestos grit around the house, and just yesterday he made a call to confirm the rumors of lead paint. Never has he regretted anything more than not contacting a house inspector prior the move.

Closing the chaotic cabinet of cables, Jun huffs, patting the few beads of sweat with the bottom of his tank top. He’ll ask uncle Alp about it in the morning. Maybe he should start a fire tonight. Taking a few steps to his back door, he opens it and squints at the hallway’s light. Locking the knob, he turns around, treading into the hall leading into the living room, before he stops in front of your decrepit door.

Right after you stepped into the house, you shut yourself in your room. Not responding to any of his inquiries or pleads. The hours had passed on in silence, and the house seemed too lonely for the night. Your food was left untouched on the table. Wanting you to come out, he had made your favorite stew with the produce he bought today. Its rich spice had glided throughout the capacity. He knew it was fruitless, and he tried to be patient, but his mind glimmered with hope that you’ll come out your door in any moment, drool at the side of your mouth, ogling his food like a bear ogles at honey. He chuckled at the image.

But it didn’t come true. You hadn’t come out. You hadn’t even made a sound, and that to him was worrisome more than anything. As someone who always had a comment on everything, much to Jun’s displeasure, to see you so mute reminds him of those days. The worst fucking mistake of his life. A nightmare that often visits him still, making a nest in his subconscious like a fatal tumor. And then there’s the wounds on your wrist.

Jun wasn’t an impatient man; high off his own ego plenty to break down your protective barrier. It was something he had to teach himself, just like most of the things in his life, coming from a place where you don’t learn anything from anyone, but see it all anyway. Yet his intolerance for desolation splintered the shield that was his reasoning. He grew up this way. A string of impulsive verdicts-results of mental burdens, dissociating him from himself. They could only lead to tragedy and he’s had abundant amounts of that serving. So instead he’ll pride himself in being cautious, especially when it comes to you.

Staring at the imbedded wooden material, he starts fretting about your bruise. The color is probably richer and unusual. You hadn’t even let him look properly, and there’s no aid in your room. Biting his nails, he contemplates urgently of what to do. Teenagers are impossible, he sighs, you were much easier to handle when you were a kid. Not to mention cuter.

That’s when it hits him. He’ll sing that song you love, just like he used to when you were a kid! Yet he cringes as soon as he thinks it. It’s been a few years, and you were way older now. Still, it worked before, it worked during that nightmare. He soundlessly pleads with the god you believe in.

Quietly clearing his throat, he hums almost inaudibly. Can’t believe I’m getting warmed up for this, he reflects. If you don’t come out subsequently, he’ll die of grief or shame. Whichever hits him first. Pacing back a bit, away from your heavy door, he slowly begins to sing,

“Somewhere over the rainbowww-,”

…

“Waaa-y up high”

“There's a land that I heard of once, in a lullaby…”

“Somewhere over the rainbowww-, skies are blue,”

…

“And the dreams that you dare to dream…”

“…really do come true…”

A second passed. Then 10…eventually 30.

2 minutes had passed.

He looks down, dejected. Despair coursing his veins, he lets out a heavy breath; he didn’t want to go through this once more.

The lock clicks open!

His head jumps up to face the door being pulled in and your timid figure walking out. He wants to cry and give you a huge hug; wrap you around in his arms with love and comfort, but he doesn’t have the heart to scare you again, so he just stands there as you do too. You stare at him with meek eyes, the dark bags laying just beneath them pull at the strings of his heart.

Pulling his thoughts together he softly speaks to you,

“Hey”

He’s not sure what to say though

Does he question who that lady was? Does he ask about your wrist? Or dinner? Should he drop the topic and make a joke about something entirely different instead? Which option would make you open up? He’s as naïve as he was 3 years ago.

“Hi” you whisper

“Listen I know you don-”

“I don’t know” you interrupt Jun, “I don’t know who that lady was and I don’t want to”

“I’m gonna talk to some people about her tomorrow, someone should know” he cautiously puts his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it slightly in comfort, “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna let her come near you again”

You stare at the floor, not saying a word while Jun analyzes even the tiniest twitch of your nose

“Can I look at your wrist, princess?”

Shutting your eyes, you tense your shoulders. It’s all right, it’s just Jun you think, as you bring your wrist into view. The both of you were examining the purple blue hues around the skin together. Jun touches it lightly with his digits making you flinch, so he backs up before marginally trying yet again. Making contact with your cold casing, he shudders and averts his head before he grabs your fingers in his own and tugs your hand back down. He can’t come to terms with it still like a run-away, and it’s the one thing he deters from. How much of a coward he is.

“Jun-”

“Sorry, yeah I know,” He knows better than anyone, that’s what he said. But he doesn’t know when you make his way into his chest and wrap your arms over his trembling limbs. Doesn’t know he needs comfort more than you. Doesn’t know why you still trust him. Doesn’t know when you’ve grown up so much.

“Jun” you stifle in his shoulders, “It’s alright now, I’m fine. My wrist. My wounds…it doesn’t hurt, I don’t feel anything”

“I’m just sad,” He feels your tears on his shirt as you let out a choked sob, “That nothing has changed within 3 years. That I’m still so weak…she could’ve done anything”

“No, no, no!” Jun holds you protectively, “nothing is gonna happen to you…not when I’m around”

And you weren’t.

His evil mind brands the painful statement of his truth as he secures his senses and holds you tighter.

“…I just want to forget today Jun…please. I don’t want to talk about it again. Not when we have so much to look forward to”

“Anything…”

Just like him you don’t want to go through this again. You scarcely survived last time, and its misery expanses through your blood, the evidence on your wrist. Adversity is what you were doomed with, you were aware-made peace with it long ago. And so, like any survivor would; you did what you had to do to move on. Block out the pain and smile. Even if it kills you.

Removing your face off his torso, you wipe your tears with your fist.

“Did they find Mojo?”

“Mojo? …Oh, the dog? They did!” Jun laughs helping you wipe your tears, “He was found barking at a fresh beef jerky station”

Thank God he was safe. For some reason you assumed the old woman kidnapped him. Found barking at beef jerky huh…that sounds delicious.

 “I’m hungry” your lips form into a pout and you pat at your lowly rumbling stomach and Jun gives you the biggest grin

“Excellent” he says while fiddling his fingers together like an evil cartoon character “Let me go fix your plate and grab the first aid mwahahaha”

You’re extremely confused with his demeanor and make it known by scrunching your face in half confusion and half disgust

“Did you poison the food?”

“Ahahaha…no,” He starts stepping away towards the kitchen, “Some things just work out according to your plan”

“Like the lullaby?”

He stops in the middle of the hallway as the expressions on your face’s switches with each other “I didn’t know you were still so soft Junie”

“Shut up”

“And your voice! Have you been sneakily practicing Mr. Sinatra?”

“M-m-maybe you sh-should go to bed without food!” He stutters with a red face and his hands on his hips

That shuts you up as you give him a ‘Hmph!” and pass him on the hall into the dining room. “Whoa!” you gasp as you notice the clock, “11:41 already”

“WHAT?!” Jun shouts rushing into the room and witnessing your comment “You have school tomorrow! This isn’t good,” he grabs your plate at the table and speeds to the microwave

“Does this mean I get to stay up till 2?”

“NO!”

_

The weather was frosty these days, tickling you through the ruffles of your tight purple dress. You skipped amongst the inner lining of the wooded area, close enough to see the highway through the shrubs, holding tiny rocks in your fist. You weren’t fully clothed for the temperature, short sleeves and loose tights making your tiny limbs tremble for a good 20 minutes; you wanted to go home. Instead you distracted yourself by picking up little bits of the earth.

“Don’t get too close to the water” you hear from behind. Twirling on one leg, you observe the petite woman towering on the upper side of the ditch, glaring through your soul. She stood by one of the large dead trees, her arms folded across her chest.

There are shadows under her eyes, stiffening the complexion of her pale skin. She stares down at you with her flooded pupils. Her fingers scratching at her arm through the warm jacket she wore.

“The water…don’t get too close” She repeats in the familiar fatigued tone. Her scarf seems to be suffocating her neck, and the padded jacket made a sleek noise every time she made a move. You can spot her steady breaths in the bitter air. For a moment there’s nothing but silenced stares shared between you and her.

That vanishes as soon as a large black car passes by. She whips her head into the direction of the street she’s near, as her breath comes out in a speedier rate. You also turn away from her stature, focused on finding more rocks. They lead into the mini creek in the end of the ditch. Walking up to the creek, you squat to watch your reflection in the water. It was better than your small mirror, you think, fixing your beanie and wiping the stray hairs irritating your face.

“Hey! What did I tell you?” you once again turn to find her figure in your direction once again. There was a hint of anger in her pupils, she appears like she’ll walk up to you any second now until you hear another voice.

“It’s you right?” The stranger wearing all black paces up to her, he seemed scary – you couldn’t see his face by his hood covering, but he was taller than her and you were scared for her.

“Nice place you picked, asshole” She grits at him, having completely forgotten about your presence, digging into her purse feverously

“Come on, it’s a dead road sweetheart. No one comes around these parts” he laughs at her annoyed attitude.

He makes eye contact with you, and you sense your heart skip a beat. “Cute kid” he smiles at you.

The woman gives you a quick glance from her rummaging, “You’re scaring her” she returns to her digging

“Aww why? I’m not a bad guy,” he gives you a wave as she snorts

She gets out a bunch of money, you don’t know how much, it’s all stuffed and crumpled in her hand. Giving it a glance over, she shoves it into his chest. You watch him sigh, and mildly remove the cash from her fingers. He straightens out the bills and begins counting them.

“You’re short” He says, folding the notes and fitting them into his back pocket. “15 milligrams only”

“15?” she shouts before noticing her surroundings, and harshly whispers “You gave me 30 for this much last time”

“That was last time sweetheart, price’s changed”

You gawk as she leaps at him, her palms clutching the sides of his hoodie, having you seal your tiny rocks into your own palm. “P-Please – don’t do this” she spits out “It doesn’t – it barely works anymore, it hurts, it hurts so much – everywhere I-I can’t”

He pushes her off him, into the ground making you stand up straight as heat fills your bones. “That’s not my problem, don’t spit on me bitch” he yells as she heaves on the scattered dead leaves. He watches her struggle a bit before taking a long breath, “Shit, I didn’t mean that…I’ve already been having a bad day, don’t just jump up on me” he messes with his hoodie

Dragging her up to her feet, he takes out a petty clear bag, filled with white powder. Her neck’s bending towards the ground, she refuses to look up at him, which gets him rowdier. He pulls her arm up and crams the bag into her hand.

“You want more? Get more money” he sneers, “Sell that kid” he points at you

“Or better yet, buy her a jacket” he finishes, stomping away with his hands in his jacket’s pouch.

You watch him leave as the freezing wind picks up again. She doesn’t move a muscle facing away from your view. Having the alarms in your head pacified by the lull of the forest, you return your gaze to the creek. There’s a shiny rock in the center of the stream, which makes you squat out of curiosity once again. It’s shimmering the light of the sun, which you were sure was covered by fluffy clouds when you stepped outside. Your face turns up, as you make direct eye contact with the ball of glaring fury. Squinting at the flares you bring your small fist up to protect your sight.

At that moment you hear the crunching of leaves by your rear, a voice deeply surrounding your passive frame –

“What did I tell you about the water”

_

Sitting up in your bed you stare off into the corner of your messy mattress. The lining seems to be ripping from the sheet due to your endless fluster. You’re deep in your thoughts, not being comprehensively conscious to the morning chirps of blue jays – their high-pitched revenue placating you to doze off. In brief, you were still perplexed by your dream. It’s been a long while since you’ve thought of her.

Saturday was finally here. The rest day for a million chores, sunny and bright for your pleasure. You think back on the week, which has been smooth sailing minus a few unintentional mishaps. It's been an easy couple of days, if you take away your anxiety and the few occurrences where you’d look over your shoulder to make sure no elderly lady was following you. Yesterday you almost peed yourself when you ran into the neighbor lady. It was a coincidence, you didn’t know she’d be standing right in front of the entryway as you opened the door to leave for school, and she didn’t know you’d scream right in her face. Long story short, after you screamed, and she screamed, and Jun scolded you; she gave you some lemon meringues. The reason she was at your house. They were so delicious, you’d become fond of her.

Jun had been dropping you off to school these days. It was cute at first, until you realized all he would talk about was his favorite Alfred Hitchcock movies. Since almost all of them made you fall asleep, you weren’t exactly a fan. You didn’t heed to anything as soon as you caught other voices though, most likely students indicating the school building was near, so you booked it. Registering him running after you with a ‘Hey wait up’, you dashed into the gates and onto the platform leading inside the school. You were going to ignore him the whole way, but you had to feel guilt-ridden and twirled about to see him waving goodbye. Smiling, you return the gesture only to regret it as soon as he shouts

“Have a good day! I love you princess!”

-at the top of his lungs. That’s it. You were going to kill him. Spotting some students staring at you, the source of the weird old guy yelling, you sprint into the building with a muffled scream.

That was yesterday, and sadly he’s still alive and well.

Today was your officially your first church visit, hopefully to become a certified member of FallHaven Baptist Church. For some cause, you couldn’t deny you were nervous; the church had a bit of an intimidating exterior. Well at least you’d finally get to buy new shoes for school.

Speaking of school, you had made friends! Or well, Candance and ‘a’ friend. Her name was Jasmine, and she was the nicest red head, a complete package of glasses and freckles. She came over to ask if you were okay when you had a terrible headache on Wednesday. Afterwards you noticed her in a few other periods, which wouldn’t be odd considering there are 60 kids in senior year. Jasmine joined you and Candance for lunch since then. Maybe you’re becoming a bit too attached to both too quickly, fault of only your own social awkwardness. But you knew they’re both great people, as well as members of today’s church.

You feel guilty for even thinking this, but you hadn’t had a run-in Jimin around after the strange incident on Monday. Sometimes you’d spot him talking to a pretty girl in the back of the class. Or well, she would talk, sitting right on his lap while he looked out through the window. His guard would stand behind him without an expression and you found yourself growing even more interested in his world. It’s not that you had feelings for him, you knew yourself and that was impossible. You tried but you couldn’t get Jimin out of your head…or that look in his eye. His aura was magnetic, and you were drawn to him by an invisible force. Is Jimin also a member of the church? He must be, everyone else is. Then again Jimin wasn’t like anybody else, not with those enflamed locks and sharp abyss eyes.

Knock Knock

You break from your thoughts as your door speaks, “Heyyy~ you up? We’ve got to leave in an hour” Jun hums in a hype tone.

Listening to the tune in his voice reminds you of Monday night, how you were swept in his large arms and you could smell his soft oceanic scent – rosemary and a hint of musk from his burdens lingering his neckline. His uncovered skin was on your lips, your torso swallowed by his. You turn a bright red, clenching the sheets around your fingers before you choke a shout

“I’ll be out in a minute”

“Alright, breakfast is on the table” He responds and finishes walking away. Taking a huge sigh, you wake yourself by smacking your cheeks, swinging your legs off the bed and stretching your rigid physique. It’s going to be a long day.

The walk to the Church was a good 20 minutes. Jun had insisted today, no matter how many times you begged him not to, to conversate about how Casablanca was the greatest movie in American cinema. You didn’t know why he knew every character’s name by hand, but that was another mystery of the Fabulous Jun. Letting him talk to his fulfillment was the best option, sighting how he sulked the tiniest every time you interrupted him.

By now, it should be obvious that Jun doesn’t have a car. Ironic, seeing where he works. It’s another reason why you moved here, everything was meters from each other. The town’s population was about 2100 folks from what Uncle Alp told you, and that number seemed so miniscule compared to the busy city. You think Jun was the most excited to move here, he was never much of a people’s person and the somber skies, reticent road gave him comfort. Your poor lone wolf.

“And that’s why Rick doesn’t believe in god”

“…Wait, what?” You turn to stare at him, the sentence your ear caught far more interesting than the pebble you were kicking with your feet.

“Weren’t you listening? I was just explaining the bane of existence Rick Blaine has to deal with!”

“Jun, we’re literally walking to church, would you please knock it off with the jokes?”

“Come on” He winks, “We’re going to be Christians in a good hour, can’t I have my fun while it lasts”

You roll your eyes to hide a smirk, ready to leave him behind once again when you spot huge white gate tubes from the corner of your eyes.

As you come face to face with the front gate, you stare at the gigantic structure known as the church. The white bricked building made the holy edifice seem even holier. The place was built like a palace, complete with a royal entrance pathway you walk through with Jun. Each side of the pathway had an endless field of grass, containing some of the most colorful flowers on earth.

“Not bad” He whispers

As you walk up to the building, you notice the gray bell tower on the right side of the roof. You wonder which lucky fellow gets to ring that bell. Once you get inside though, is when even Jun becomes speechless.

The interior stretches for a mile, the chapel big enough to seat the whole town. A warm aroma sifts through the wood of the benches, and you feel like you can stay in this golden-lit room forever. Stained glass was at every corner of the room, letting through the light the images wished. At the altar resided a large organ piano, candles decorating the pillars of the organs, burning an intense flame for it’s visitors.  Above the piano stood the crucified Jesus, the pain sculptured on his face an intimidating reminder for anyone that comes across the his eyes. The chapel seemed decorated. White flowers adorned the benches of the sanctuary, and people seemed to be polishing the walls. A set of people were on a ladder, pulling up a decorative banner. You spot Joan at the right side of the room, by a small statue of Mary, chatting with 2 strangers that seemed to be closely heeding her words.

“Joan,” Jun calls out to her, and when she turns to him, he waves. She says her farewell to the strangers and comes your way. You wish there was someone else who could show you around, but alas luck was not on your side.

“Welcome, we have been patiently awaiting your arrival” Joan smiles, walking up to you with her hands held together

“Are the preparations for us? You shouldn’t have!” Jun jokes

Joan gives him a swift gaudy chortle, making you squint. That bad gag sure made her happy. Actually, everything seems to make her happy.

“We are getting ready for the arrival of one of our most cherished facility members. He will be attending our sermon tomorrow, you two have arrived on a marvelous period for the town” She gleams

“He sounds like someone special…has he been gone somewhere?” You question

“Yes, he has been lending a hand to the victims of the tragedy in Samaria in the beginning of the month…he has currently completed his concerns on the town and is returning home. His family is holding a ceremony for him tomorrow to reward his efforts”

You and Jun offer sympathetic glances.

The fire in Samaria had been circulating on television for weeks. In the beginning of the month, a local well-loved priest in the small town of Samaria had shut in worshippers during mass and torched the statue of Jesus on the cross in the front of the altar. 300 lives suffered grave deaths, including his own. It was said spectators could hear the vibration of children screaming through the blaze from a hundred miles around, as firefighters tried to tear down the bolted doors. Not a single survivor.

“We would love to be here tomorrow,” Jun smiles

“And we would love to have you. Now please come this way,” She extends her arm toward the inner hall on the right, “Our Archbishop is quite excited to meet you”

You follow Joan along the hall, her heel’s clacking echoing around the assembly of the broad interior. The ceiling was caved outward and dispersed among the hallway to the very end. It was the biggest building you had ever been inside, and your neck ached as you pressured your marveled gaze upon everything. The church had a dim, golden color and you walked along indoor pillars; each pillar encompassing a soft light fixture and a holy cross. Every column had a large brown door.

“Um, Joan, I read on your brochure this place has a confessional? As far as I know New Testament Christians don’t believe in the confessional method.” You see Jun’s expression out of the corner of your eye at your question. He was dazzled at your knowledge. Heh, how insulting.

“You are absolutely right, ___” She turns her head a bit and you spot her pleasant expression beyond her blonde tresses, “Actually, we are the only place of worship for many for around a thousand miles. This Church is also famous for its beauty. Everyone becomes enraptured with it, like you have,” She laughs as you blush. When did she catch you in amazement? “Members of our family come from far and wide to seek refuge in our humble Church, and therefore to ease their souls, we offer a great many sources for all kinds of our relatives. Including Protestants and Evangelist. We also offer everyone a place at the Holy Communion, baptized or not .”

“That’s…amazing. And so kind.” You awe. This was great, I mean you still wanted to be baptized along with Jun. New beginnings and all, but it’s great that you’re Church is so open hearted.

“Are there any problems because of this? Like do any leaders from those other tribes get upset?” Jun casually ponders, while you elbow him for asking something so insensitive…and did he just call them tribes?

“Au contrair!” Joan giggles, “We have the Vatican’s blessing, and many devout religious leaders visit our Church with boundless respect” She stops and turns her body toward the right side of the hallway, while you both have a clear view of her face. She smiles way too much. “So yes, our “tribes” get along well”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to be rude” Jun mutters, scratching the back of his head

“Oh no, I didn’t take your words for offense, Jun” Joan steps closer to the wall, hidden from your sight by a pillar “This is our Archbishop’s office” She knocks on what you believe is a door.

You hold your breath as the door glides open, the slight creaking at the hinges relaying it’s ancient age.

Out steps a sharply dressed tall old man. He embodied a tan-colored suit, edges ironed to perfection and not a fringe out of place in his off white head of hair, combed perfectly neat to the right. There was a handkerchief poking out from his front pocket and a brown bow tie adorning his collar. You couldn’t recognize any signs of fatigue and barely that of aging. The facial format of his appearance communicated passion and vigor, the wrinkles around his clear coffee eyes were soft and fresh, while the lines of his mouth were welcoming. Nothing but his hair gave away his age, not even a sun spot adorned his porcelain skin. He had the same stretchy smile on his features like Joan.

“Are these two beautiful souls our new neighbors?” He spoke in a harmonious tone of voice. You could sift the aura of a dominant charisma emitting from his stature from every word.

“Yes, they are!” Joan replies, “They want to become members of our Church, isn’t that wonderful, Robert? This is Robert,” She directs her words at Jun, “the Archbishop and eldest head of our Church”

They both stare at you, practically illuminating holy lights out of their asses, temporarily blinding you and Jun.

“Yeah, It’s nice to meet you, sir” Jun steps up and held out his hand; which the pastor, who you notice is taller than Jun, encompasses in both his palms, for an extra friendly greeting “My name is Jun and this is my sister, we just moved here last week, looking forward to joining your lovely Church, if you’d let us”

“This Church is open to any soul submitting himself to God” Robert speaks, rubbing Jun’s hand with both of his own, to which Jun uncomfortably laughs

“And you” He turns to you as you slightly startle, “Are you willing to submit your being to the high and mighty, little lamb?” He lets go of Jun’s hand and faces you. As do Jun and Joan, which irks the anti-attention personality in you.

“Um yes, I’m ___” You offer him your hand, which is easily taken in both of his own again. You immediately feel his warmth traveling through your arm from contact of his fingers, as he glides it over your casing delicately. It was as if he was a furnace. Goosebumps arrive on the affected area of the skin.

He pauses just a bit suddenly, and you watch his eyes open a bit further through his big smile, the corner of his lip turning downward. The chocolate of his iris had become darkened until it was an endless black, staring through your outer layers. You felt naked even with your clothes on, and it frightened you so you slowly pull your hand back. Trying not to make a rash movement.

Yet as soon as it came, it was gone.

He pulled your hand towards him again, and the blank gaze had dissolved into the familiar sweet caramel expression – not giving you a chance to react. You look at Jun and his relaxed expression, neither of the other two noticed your discomfort. Which was rare for Jun.

“Joan, You’ve done right by bringing these two here. I can tell they’ll fit right in and bring much fortune! You both are official FallHaven Baptist Church members”

“Oh wonderful!” Joan claps in celebration

Robert puts his arms in the air, his fingers and head raised towards the sky, “I can feel it already, the lord sending a message through me.” You stay still and watch as Joan immediately pulls out a wooden cross from underneath her blouse, bringing it up to her lips and chanting something under her breath. Jun takes a step back.

“He wants me to do it as soon as possible, he wants it done immediately. Yes Lord! For I am your humble servant! You both,” He turns back to you, “Will be baptized at tomorrows communion! Praise the Lord!”

“Amen!” Joan shouts, a bit out of breath and you notice how much her pupils dilated.

“Alright then boy,” He lets go of holding you under his intense gaze and rotates to Jun while you discreetly rub at your hand through your extra-long sleeves.

“Why don’t you and I have a little chat about some grown up stuff, while Joan gives a sort of tour of our holy house to the little lamb here” He puts his hand on your shoulder to refer to you and you stiffen immediately

“Sounds good” Jun raises a eyebrow at you “You alright with that?”

Alone with Joan?

“…Yes”

“Oh small one,” Robert slightly rubs his thumb around the back of your shoulder, “You’ve done so well by accepting Jesus. No longer will you grieve alone, for he will be by your side. He’s made it clear to you, he has!”

“I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be born, says the Lord! And that’s you!” He raises his finger into your face, his voice dominating through the walls of the hallway, echoing off the corners of the roof “You’re born again!”

“You’re free from your suffering!”

_

Walking down the left hallway on the second floor, you marvel at the glass ceiling, the cloudless sky letting in all the wonders of the world. Through the golden hues, you watch as Joan struts in front of you in the glittering hallway, occasionally detailing the authenticity of paintings and figurines decorating each side of the walls. So far, you’ve had the pleasure of seeing the study, the confessional also known as the reconciliation room, and the bell tower.

She displayed the charisma and pride of an honest church member. Bragging about many key aspects the large shelter provided. In total, the cathedral could serve up to 2000 worshippers at a time. It wasn’t the Jubilee, but it was still an amazing feat.

There were a few things you had learned already. The youth bible study met up twice a week after school. Classes for certain instruments and vocal lessons were also available. You signed the roster immediately after seeing the name of the person that led the group. Sunday mass lasts an hour after sunrise, led by the Archbishop and called for by the large bell tower. For those who miss it, there’s a make-up held by one of the priests and a deacon in the evenings. On Easter, mass lasts 3 hours with additional services including altar calls and extra hymns led by the youth group. It was so surreal, you were now actually apart of a community and you were going to do things with them…like a family does. For so long, it’s been just you and Jun. Speaking of him, you muse on how touchy he’ll get at you coming home late, or how cranky he’ll be in the early mornings for mass.

You let out a soft chuckle imagining his furrowed eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth flipped downside in a strong pout. Joan steps up to a door and you follow close behind, she pushes it open and turns to you.

“This is our Biblical library! The 4th largest in the world!” She pleasantly brags about the brightly lit room, where you have to keep your jaw from dropping. It finally made sense as to why this church was as big as it was.

Your eyes glaze over the giant cherry wood shelves, towering over the lax white chamber, straining your neck to the clouds. They pushed on for miles, one shelf after the other harboring hundreds of books. It was a bit intimidating. There were tables containing a few busy bodies lingering the maroon carpet in the front, and everything was vast and silent. At the front desk, there was a lady with a pointy nose which her bifocals rested upon, reading a blank brown covered book and whispering to herself inaudibly. She covered herself from head to toe with a black veil wrapped around her figure, a tunic like dress connected to a bib at the neck-line. A nun.

“Sister Haggith” Joan leans in to whisper to you, “She oversees the library and everything that comes with such a task. She knows every nook and cranny of this place, including each book and it’s location. Sister Haggith is an amazing woman, and another trusted member of the board”

“Wow” You gasp, “Is she from the monastery?”

“Yes, she has been with us for 21 years. Actually quite a few of our sisters have work around town. Have you gotten the chance to visit your school’s infirmary?”

“No, not yet. But I’ll be sure to check it out,” you tell her and she replies with a smile.

In the corner of the room, one of the clear glass cases catch your eye. Inside the display case was a worn out piece of khaki paper, looking about 100 years old. The paper was thin and fragile, torn the slightest at each of the ends. There was something written in shrill black ink, but you were too far away for it to be anything but blurry.

“Um, may I ask about that?” You shyly point at your object of interest and Joan follows your line of sight.

“Oh!” She chirps “The scripture of Nathanael”

When you give her a confused look, she leads you toward the stand with a ‘come with me’. Next to the  display case were a few other ones, containing more ancient objects. Another that caught your eye was an extremely rusted dagger.

You examine the tabloid carefully, now that you were closer, you could easily read the paper. Or not? The writing wasn’t in English.

“What does it say?”

“It’s in Hebrew” Joan answers, “It was given to us by an angel from the heavens. He identified himself as Nathanael”

She bends down and reads a sentence off the paper, “thy fate lies in the conscious of thy choices; of thy wilt to serve the mighty”

Immediately your mind rushes toward what Candance had told you; about the tower and the famine and the ‘great warning.’

“It’s true” you accidently whisper out loud

“So, you have been enlightened?” Joan asks

“Yeah…I think…” You grin awkwardly

“There is no need to worry, there’s quite a few fables made about the tower” Joan giggles, “The reality is simple though. 120 years ago, our town was made up of devout Christians, filled to the brim with their love for our father.” She looks toward the ceiling happily, “They were refugees of the south, unbinding from their laws and wars, seeking a place to start over. However, we were new to this land. We settled into it’s foundation in the beginning of that year.” Her tone suddenly deepens and she slowly brings her head back down, “And you see, sometimes foundations become barren. Sometimes they crack. Then comes the drought”

For the first time you see Joan frown. That one word has her staring deep off into space, no longer a silver of light in her eyes. She stands there, glaring a hole through the white wall, and time slows around you both as you shift uncomfortably at the heavy atmosphere. You much rather have her creepily smiling.

“The drought” she whispers “That summer, the heat…the sounds of battle cries over the horizon…so endless, so suffocating. Oh how bad the drought was” she closes her eyelids as she shivers slightly. “We prayed and prayed and prayed for the bad drought to go away, on our knees till they bled, till our mouths were dry and our eyes felt that they would fall off. Oh bad drought go away, Oh Lord save us! And it happened” She raises her arms up into the air and open her eyes with one sudden motion, as you watch with astonishment

“Just like he promised! A miracle, a great mercy! He came down to us, he saved our damned souls!” the corners of her eyes well up, as she breathes heavily into the air practically yelling each syllable, “We-

“Joan!”

You both jump as a stern voice interrupts the silence of your small corner. There you spot Sister Haggith, quiet and still, her intimidating aura making you feel small. She appeared out of nowhere.

“You are being too loud, child. Shall I remind you of what a library is?” She speaks, staring through Joan as someone insignificant and you can feel the lady beside you straighten herself.

“Y-you are correct. I am so sorry” she takes a handkerchief out of her blazer’s breast pocket. She dabs  sweat from her forehead with her fabric and turns to you. You notice how dilated her pupils are again, and you find yourself worrying for her.

“I-I am sorry, the moral of the story is that angel Nathanael saved us from the drought and laid down ground rules, which are written in the scripture. Alright, we should get on our way,” Grabbing your arm, she commences to walk away from the displays, around the woman who hadn’t moved an inch and toward the large doors as you wince.

You make a grunt of disapproval which has her peeking back and letting go of your arm. As you both step out of the library onto the foyer of the hallway, she treads quietly in front of you, until you both are once again in the chapel.

She turns around, and looks at you with apology.

“I am sorry, once again for my behavior. I get deep into my feelings about our lord, but a library is no place to behave that way.”

“No, I didn’t…think anything…”

“Is your wrist alright?” She questions suddenly

“Um-what…”

“You seemed like you were in pain when I held your arm,”

“Oh yeah,” You bring your arms up and pull down your sleeve to revel a thin layer of bandage around your wrist.

“My goodness,” Says a shocked Joan

“Oh no! It’s not what you think! Jun is just easily suggestible, and it’s just on until the bruise vanishes”

“Bruise?” She says, even more worried than before

“No – I mean yes, I ran into a small accident, but it’s no big deal really!” You flail your arms around in denial, trying desperately to mend her concern

“There you are!” A familiar jolly voice interjects you

“Robert!”

“Jun!”

You both shout in unison, a wave of relief unapologetically obvious in your voices.

“You ladies have a grand time?” Robert asks as he walks up to you and Jun trails behind with a wide grin

“Just wonderful” Joan answers, her blinding smile re-embellished on her features

“It was great, I learned a lot” You reply, taking a peek at Jun and his suggestive expression. He was holding in a laugh.

“Now that’s what I like to hear ‘round here!” Robert laughs out loud, “Me on the other hand loves this goofy fella” He pats Jun on the back

Jun jokes back at the senior, “Not as much as we love Thanksgiving dinner” he winks

You pale at the horrendous joke, while Robert cackles louder and pats Jun harder as he holds his abdomens with his other arm, seemingly in better spirits than in the morning. Joan covers her mouth and lets out a tiny giggle as well, while you make a strange ‘ha ha’ sound.

“See, see, what I tell ya, he’s goofy!”

Jun looks at you with accomplishment while you subtly roll your eyes at his ‘charm act.

“Alright then, I’ll see you both here in the early morning! Your baptism will be right in front of the chapel, after the service!” Robert informs you

The four of you exchange a few other pleasantries, and before you know it you’re on your way home with a slushy and a new pair of shoes in your hand.

“I didn’t know there were so many cake varieties before!” You chirp, marveling at the cake shop you had stopped by in the mall.

“Well I for one, am excited to try out this new electric hand mixer” Jun takes out a box from his shopping bag of said item, “Always wanted one of these”

“$4 bucks says you break on the third try” You squint your eyes, teasing the tall boy next to you

“And where will you get that money?” He asks as a matter of fact, making you ‘hmph’ in return

“…Do you like the church?” Jun questions

“…I do” You return, looking at his expression for something hidden. You just could never tell what he was thinking.

He smiles, “Robert’s quite the character, huh?”

“Yeah, Robert’s…something”

As you’re discerning, you make a turn at the intersection just to trip over one of your shoes and fall onto the pavement. Thank god your drink was almost empty, you think as the slushy falls by your side. You catch your body on your hand and knees as your bag slips out of your hand and into the ditch on the side of the sidewalk. Jun shouts your name as he bends down to check on you and you let out a curse watching the bag roll down the patchy green hill, toward the canal. Quickly, you get up and run after it while Jun runs after you, still yelling your name and telling you to stop.

Before your bag goes anywhere near the water, a long silhouette halts the object and picks it up with one hand. When you get closer you recognize the figure to be a young man, wearing a white suit. Your running ends and you stand a feet away from him, when he turns to look at you, taking away your breath for a good minute.

In the serenity of that afternoon, when the sun was at it’s highest and the nightingale sprung it’s chorus; the water reflected the colors of the rainbow and the winds softly whispered through your body, you met an angel.

“Hi, I’m Namjoon. Is this yours?”

He hands you the bag you had already long forgotten about. You stare at him, as motionless as a feather while you watch his face turn to one of confusion.

“Yup, that’s hers! Thanks man!” Jun breaks you out of your daze as he takes the bag from his fingers.

“Um, yes. Thank you so much!” You splutter, embarrassed              

“It’s nothing” He smiles and your jaw drops open

Dimples.

“Bye the way, you took quite a fall back there. Are you alright?” He asks

When you fail to answer, Jun nudges you, breaking you out of your daze for a second time.

“M-more than! I don’t feel any pai-ow!” You grab your wrist and remember your injury. It feels suggestively worse than when you first got it. It couldn’t be that you sprained it…could it.

“Shit, I knew it was just a matter of time!” Jun shouts, grabbing your wrist to take a look himself

“Owwww, don’t pull it!” You whine tugging your arm back

You play tug of war for a bit, before you feel someone else gently grab your wrist and you both freeze. Namjoon opens your sleeve, and places his fingers on your wrist. He delicately presses down a few times,

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” and it didn’t. All the pain had evaporated just like that while a strong warmth spreads in place of any discomfort. Namjoon concentrates on your bandage, and it appears as if he could see through it, which makes you subconsciously draw your arm back. He couldn’t notice it, could he. While you stare at him, Jun’s head awkwardly angled to the side slides into the corner of your eye.

“I’m glad, must’ve been temporary” Namjoon says, releasing your hand and backing away, “Are you both new in town?”

“Yes, we just moved in a week ago!” Jun responds

“And how do you like my town?” He asks, putting his hands in his pockets.

“It’s been well, the house is old so adjusting’s a bit tough but we’ll get the hang of it”

“Where did you both move in from?”

“One of the inner cities from the north”

Namjoon becomes silent. “The one where they…uh…I-I’m sorry”

“It’s no big deal” Jun thwarts his worry, “Everyone’s reaction is the same, so we keep it hush-hush, but yeah”

“We’re town-folk now” You add

Both men look at you for a moment before they laugh.

“That’s right” Jun says through a gummy smile

“Of course,” Namjoon pipes in with his dimples

“We should get going, I need to make a few arrangements,” Jun shakes Namjoon’s hand as they exchange names, “See you around Namjoon? At the pub maybe?”

“Maybe, but not there,” Namjoon chuckles, “I’m still in school”

You and Jun look like a fish out of the water. I mean, he looks so mature? So wise? Which high schooler could be this angelic?

“So maybe I’ll see you around” He winks at you

You feel your legs give out but you hold still to not further your humiliation “H-how-”

“Every kid at FallHaven high wears those” He points at your shoes “Which grade are you in”

“S-senior year”

“Me too! Hopefully we’ll be class buddies”

“But I haven’t seen you around before?” You say

“I’ve been on a trip, just returned today. Monday will be my first day back”

“Wow! This is so cool cause she doesn’t have a lot of friends but you look like a popular guy, Namjoon! Take care of her! Hey come on over after class sometime and I’ll make you my famous choco-“

“Let’s go!” You push a rambling Jun, red-faced at his blabbering

“Wait, I’m just talking to the nice young ma-”

“Jun, we’re leaving!” you shout at the older boy

“B-bye, see you at school” You shyly shout back at Namjoon through the idiot’s screeching. Blushing harder when he waves a goodbye with an amused expression

As he leaves your view, you thought you spotted someone running up to his side, but maybe you were mistaken.

“I like him!”

“I get it Jun, you’ve said it a hundred times” You giggle at the child-like expression on his face. As you take one step after the other, almost at your house, Jun wouldn’t stop talking about the encounter with Namjoon. You liked him too. He was such a gentleman, so much class. School was going to get so much more interesting. Wait…Why was everyone at your school so good-looking. What’s up with that. How’re you going to survive being surrounded by hot people? Especially that one guy,

“Jimin”

“Who?”

It takes you a second to figure out you’ve said his name out loud, and when you take your eyes off the ground, Jun is glaring a hole right through your face.

“W-what?”

“Who’s Jimin” He questions with his breath in your face

“Nothing, go away” You avoid him

“First you’re a blushing mess in front of Namjoon, and now you’re whispering a name of a boy I never heard about?”

“I-I wasn-”

“I guess it’s time to tell you this” He looks ahead suddenly, his features hardened and serious

You watch him breathe through his nose, and blink slowly and you find yourself becoming nervous “Tell me w-what”

“The moment has come” He stops walking as your right in front of your house and puts all his focus on you, which in return makes you gulp.

“Princess…” the wind picks up and you gaze at him with goosebumps on your skin

“When a man and woman fall in love, sometimes they get these urges to become one, now what those are-”

“Say one more word and you won’t be able to pee standing up again”

_

You were making your bed after setting up the alarm clock Jun had bought you. It was time to sleep for tomorrow’s big day and your teeth were chattering just thinking about it. That and it was really cold inside the house. Uncle Alp had told Jun he would talk to some guy he knows, but so far you haven’t heard anything further. Hopefully it would be fixed by the end of next week. You don’t know how many more nights you’ll have to survive sweating through your house in the middle of the day and becoming a frozen statue on your bed at night.

In the mall, before you had lunch, Jun reminded you a hundred times to get a heater, but guess who forgot. Honestly you did it on purpose so he’d take you shopping again, but he doesn’t need to know that. What you didn’t like about today was Joan calling Jun by his name. I mean, adults call each other Mr. last name unless they’re close, right? Especially respectful ones like ‘Joan’ but here she was “hahaha Jun this hahaha Jun that.’ Ok, maybe you were being a bit mean. You felt really bad when Joan got yelled at by that elder lady. There is something about the old people in this town that freaks you out. Learning more about the town was a good thing. You were gonna revisit that Scripture and see what else you can find out about FallHaven. At least there’s no cannibalism.

You walk by your closet and take off your dress. It was when you were changing into your pajamas that you notice your wrist. The bandage was still wrapped around it but it didn’t hurt. It hadn’t hurt all day. Curious, you remove the tape and unwind the white ribbons off your wrist. Your heart beats a bit louder as it clears itself off your skin.

You let out a gasp.

Smooth, clean, no signs of staining or any discoloration. Twisting your wrist around, you decide to give it a flick. And still, no pain, no ache.

This morning, you had opened up the bandage to find a light purple bruise. Then just a few hours later…it vanished? Something wasn’t adding up. You recall how the pain had disappeared when Namjoon had touched it. Could he have somehow healed you?

Did people like that exist?

But then again. Those marks were still there. The reminders of your hell still scarred into your vision. If he had healing abilities…wouldn’t he have healed these? Definitely. So he’s not a healer, just a very good-looking boy. But then…where’s your bruise?

Argh, it was giving you a headache. Either way you won’t need this stupid bandage anymore, you think as you stand up and throw it in the dust bin. Shutting your door closed, and lights off, you cheerily skip onto your bedside and jump onto the springy mattress. Lying in bed and wrapping the covers around yourself tightly, you close your eyes in hopes to doze off into a new bright and sunny day. Today was over, and you and Jun were safe. In the end that’s all that mattered.

_

Bzzz Bzzz

It’s fully dark when you regain conscious and there’s something light knocking into your face. With your eyes closed in discomfort you swat away at whatever’s bothering your slumber.

Bzzz Bzzz

You sigh, as you fan yourself. Why was it so hot? Did Jun get the heat to work again? You kick off your covers, but then realize that there’s nothing to kick off. There was nothing covering your body but your pajamas.

Bzzz Bzzz

“Fuck” You sit up in your pitch black room. Turning to check the time, you spot 2:57 on your clock. That’s when you see a little black dot fly into your view, and you work quickly to stamp your hands together. It works because you feel something between your palms. Hesitant to let go, you move your arms away from you and open them up.

“Ew what the-”

You say at the sticky black goo encasing both your palms. Examining in through the moonlight, you stare at the icky gunk on your hand as the curtain from the window brushes your shoulder.

Wait, what?

You whip your head toward the missing glass above your bed in horror. Why was your window open?

Who opened it?

Before you know it, you’re breathing heavily and you turn around into your dark room once again. The quiet no longer giving you a sense of calm, instead replaced with the terror of reality. Someone broke into your room, the alarms go off in your head, and your sense of rationality goes flying out the open window. It’s dark, but you can make out most of the furniture in your room. And that’s where you see it.

In the corner of your room, by your dresser stands a long, bulky dark shadow, the recognition had you tightening your fingers on your sheets.

At this point your hyper ventilating as tears stream down your face.

“W-who” Is all you manage to make out, closing in on yourself to protect your body from any potential harm.

Bzzz Bzzz

There’s a minute that goes by before the shadow moves closer, and this time there’s buzzing surrounding you. You look around the room and it’s filled with tiny black spots rummaging the shadows, you choke on your sobs, as the buzzing grows louder. One of the black dots land right on your hand. The moonlight exposing the common fly. Yet there was something off about it. You shoo it off, covering your ears with your hands, you shut your eyes tight as you fall over, face first onto the bed; trying to drown out this nightmare. Every second the buzzing becomes louder and unbearable and you feel the shadow right on your back.

Then it stops.

No buzzing

No shadow

No flies

You peek out from your hands staring at the spot once occupied by the thing when you feel something brush your ear

“Don’t be scared”

A deep, gruff voice is all you hear before your back is being plowed open by what seems like a claw. You scream out at the feeling of your skin being ripped open on your back. Something attaches itself to your spine as you cough out blood in the middle of your deafening shrieks. Writhing on bed as the shadow holds you down, you scream and whimper out your lungs. Flies cover your face and drown out your own ears until you can only hear your internal damnation. Years of deeply buried memories come swelling up, and you claw at your mattress for some sanity.

You feel every rip and tear of flesh, every drop of blood pour from your back, every nail of the claw digging into the deepest corners of your body,

and in that moment, you wish for death.

You wake up with a loud gasp, as tears stream down your face. Turning your eyes at every inch of your room, your hands rapidly move across your body. There’s no blood, no opening, no trace of any violence. Turning to face the window, you find it shut and barren. Shivers run up your body from the cold room. Which calms you down the slightest. Sweat pours through you like an open drain, your pores still living in your nightmare. You check your clock, the 3:00 am glares back at you in bold red. A dream.

Just a dream. You slow your heavy breathing wrapping your arms around your torso, yet there’s no end in sight for your tears.

You’re about to calm down when you feel it. There’s bile crawling up your throat, you’re aware of the suffocating substance littering your esophagus. Falling out of bed, you crawl your way out of the room. You drag your body with your hands, barely making it over the toilet. It doesn’t take long – just one groan and you’re disgorging today’s contents into the toilet bowl. Everything’s chaotic and wet, saliva attaching the last bit of your vomit to your mouth. Coughing out the last fillings of your insides, you spit into the putrid bowl, before flushing away any trace of retch. Grunting, you crawl back towards your room, there’s absolutely no sensation in your legs. You tremble as you make your way back into your mattress, pulling up the blankets on your sore limbs.

It was just a dream. You aren’t gonna tell Jun because it’s over. It was a dream. Some hellish nightmare born from the uneasiness of your past traumas and changes you aren’t comfortable with. You’re safe. There’s no shadow, there’s no monster. Dad’s not here. Jun doesn’t need to worry because of you. It’s over.

You shake like that for another hour or two, it feels like someone is smashing a hammer into the side of your skull, before you somehow pass out on your bed.

[reddie-forever]

Reddie hc - meeting on a train

A big thank you to my beta for correcting my mistakes. I love you hun, you're the bestest 😘💕😘💕😘💕😘💕😘

- Eddie worked in NY as a nurse. He took the train to get to work several times a week.

- Every time he took the train, there was this tall and attractive guy, with ugly Hawaiian shirts, dark curly hair, blue eyes behind glasses, and the most beautiful lips he had ever seen.

- Eddie noticed him months ago, as the guy was sitting at the opposite end of the car.

- Eddie could not stop staring, as the guy was listening to music, headphones on his ears, eyes closed. His head was shaking slightly to the beat of a song Eddie couldn't hear, making his curls bouncing slightly on his head, and his lips were silently singing the lyrics. Eddie was so mesmerized that he almost missed his stop.

- When Eddie came home that day, he spent his whole evening daydreaming about the handsome stranger, his wild curls and his plump lips, wishing that he would take the same train as Eddie sometime soon.

- Eddie's wish was fulfilled the next day, and the next, and the day after that. Every day Eddie was working, the stranger climbed on the train and sat in the same spot.

- Spying on the handsome stranger quickly became Eddie's main occupation on the train. He hid behind a magazine, or pretended looking at his phone. But all he was doing was watching the guy as often as he could, hoping that nobody noticed his shameful activity.

- After weeks of watching from afar, eddie decided he wanted to get a closer look. So one morning, he decided he was going to sit closer to the stranger. Nothing too obvious. Only one row closer. Nobody would notice.

- When the guy sat in his usual spot, eddie found that one row didn't change a damn thing. The next day, eddie found himself sitting another row closer to the guy. And he sat closer the next day, and the day after that. Until one day he was sitting so close to the stranger that he could almost count the delicate freckles on the stranger's nose.

- Eddie felt bad for obsessing over this guy like a teen girl. But he couldn't help it. And he felt a bit disgruntled too that the stranger didn't seem to pay the slightest attention to him, even after sitting across from each other for weeks, always absorbed into the music he was listening to.

- one day, though, the guy answered a phone call on the train. Eddie couldn't help overhearing what the guy said, and thus hearing his deep but warm voice for the first time. 'Stan my man, what do i owe the pleasure of you calling me so early in the morning?' the guy said. 'What?.... Are you telling me right now that i was fucking right?' The stranger laughed 'This is the best fucking day of my entire life.... Ok, i'm in. On one condition... Repeat after me.... Yes you will. Because you need me...... So repeat now "Richie is an omniscient Deity, he is always right and i will never doubt him again"... Say it.... No, i want to hear every word.... Ok, that will do. But only because you're one of my favorite people.... Oh, stanley, don't deny it. I know you loooove me too... Stan?... Stanley!' The guy hung up, smirking and resumed listening to his music. And eddie was ecstatic. He knew the guy's name.

- One day after that, richie was listening to music, eyes closed, as per usual, and eddie was staring at his beautiful face, hypnotised by the contrast between the red of his lips and the paleness of his skin around his mouth. As eddie was wondering if kissing those lips could make them any redder than they already were, richie suddenly opened his eyes, immediately catching eddie staring at him. Eddie looked in another direction, hoping that richie didn't figure out what he's been doing. After about 30 seconds, eddie couldn't help glancing richie's way again. Richie was still watching him with a crooked smile on his face, and winked at eddie as soon as eddie laid eyes on him. Eddie felt his whole face reddening on the spot and dipped low in his seat. He never took his eyes from his phone until the train made a halt at his stop.

- The next day, eddie didn't look up when richie entered the train and sat down in his usual spot. After ten long minutes, eddie gave up and took a shy glance richie's way. Richie met his eyes and gave him a soft smile, which eddie's shyly returned.

- from this day, richie acknowledged eddie everyday they met on the train. He smiled at him as he sat down, and sometimes winked or raised his eyebrows playfully. Eddie's heart beat a bit faster every time.

- One time richie was about to sit down when someone tried to force his way forward, making richie lose his balance. He didn't fall as he managed to catch hold of Eddie’s shoulder with one hand and of Eddie’s thigh with the other. His face was so close to Eddie’s. The moment seemed to last an eternity. Eddie didn’t move, he even didn’t dare to breathe. Only his eyes raked over richie’s face as he took in every detail of his handsome features. ‘Fuck’ Richie said, ‘I’m sorry, cutie.’ But Richie didn’t seem sorry at all, his huge smile was telling that he seemed to enjoy himself thoroughly. ‘Thank you for your help’, he added, his hot breath fanning over Eddie’s face. Eddie was speechless. Richie finally straightened up, removed his hand from Eddie’s thigh and winked. His other hand stayed in place a little longer, and Eddie would have sworn that he felt Richie thumb stroking his shoulder lightly before letting go of it. Richie sat down in his usual spot, leaving Eddie with butterflies in his belly. A sour feeling of regret settled in Eddie’s mind as soon as he was able to think more clearly about what had just happened, as he realized he had lost his chance to start a conversation with Richie.

- Days and weeks passed. And everything was always the same. Richie climbed on the train and beckoned eddie with a slight nod of his head before sitting in his spot. Soft smiles were exchanged from time to time, Eddie was still watching Richie as much as he could and he still averted his eyes as soon as Richie caught him doing so. And eddie always sent him a smile as he stood up when the train arrived at his stop. Richie didn’t wink anymore. And Eddie was left pining an unreasonable amount for someone he didn’t even know.

- But Eddie didn’t enjoy his commute any less. He couldn’t admit it to anyone, but he took extra care of his appearance since the day he noticed Richie, and couldn’t help being disappointed on the days Richie didn’t take the train.

- The day Eddie learned that he got the job of his dream in a hospital much closer to his apartment should have been one of the happiest of his life. And it was. Until he realized he would no longer take the train every morning, and he would no longer get to see richie. He even considered turning down the offer. But Eddie was too pragmatic to do that. He just couldn’t let go off this opportunity for a crush that would probably never lead anywhere. So he accepted the job.

- But he couldn’t stop thinking about Richie. Every morning, he woke up with the resolve of talking to him at last, because he couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea of never seeing him again. But every day, Eddie stepped off the train without having talked to Richie. Eddie was such a coward and he hated himself for it. But he was scared by the possibility of Richie being indifferent, of laughing right in his face. It probably meant nothing that Richie called him cutie that day he almost fell on him.

- the last day of Eddie’s commute came much too fast. Eddie couldn’t sleep the night before, trying to decide if he was going to finally talk to Richie, and take the risk of rejection, or if he was going to let it go, and try to not think of him anymore. The train ride was awful. Eddie was fidgeting in his seat, his heart beating fast as soon as he felt Richie’s eyes on him. ‘Talk to him, Eddie, it is now or never. Just fucking do it already.’ But Eddie stayed silent.

- As Eddie's stop drew nearer, Eddie felt his eyes burning, and a heavy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. This was happening. He was going to step out of the train and never see Richie again. As the train started to slow down, something clicked in eddie’s mind. He was done spending his life missing opportunities because he was afraid of what would happen if he did something that was out of his comfort zone. He was gonna do this.

- Eddie took his train ticket and wrote his phone number on it. He stood up, held it out for Richie to take it and started talking as fast as he could so he didn’t have time to consider running away. ‘Hi. My name is Eddie. This is the last time I will be taking  this train. That’s my phone number. I would love if you call me so we can get to know each other. I have to go now. Talk to you later, hopefully.’ And then Eddie rushed out of the train, his legs barely supporting his weight, his hands shaking and his heart pounding in his ribcage. He could barely believe he just did that. He felt so proud of himself. Maybe Richie would think he’s crazy and would never contact him, but Eddie wouldn’t have to live with regretting doing nothing, at least. And if Richie hadn’t called him before the next day, Eddie would finally try to let go of his unrequited crush.

- As Eddie was leaving the train station he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He stopped walking to read the message he just got. ‘Hi Eddie, this is Richie, from the train. Of course I will call you. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to make a move. Talk to you tonight, if that’s alright, so that I can properly ask you out on a date.’ Eddie resumed his walk toward the hospital for the last time, beaming.

[i-am-parsec]

Unaddressed Letters - Part V

                                                           Leaving Jacksonville - part I

The night they leave is warm and quiet. End of the summer, the streets downtown are still fairly crowed after the sun goes down, Stacy has some costumers roaming around the thrift shop while Chase, just across the street, sweats in the kitchen of a Mexican restaurant, trying to leave no meat uncooked and no drink without ice.

During a brief moment of precious spare time, he checks his phone.

“Call me when you are done with the dishes, kitchen boy" reads the screen.

His heart skips a beat and he frowns. Of course she’s texting him, they are friends. They go back home together every single night after work. This is not something worth a heart-beat skipping, when the fuck is his brain going to get the memo?

He can’t continue his internal screaming - those burritos aren’t going to make themselves.

The young girl puts her phone away as an old man approaches the counter. Dark eyes, whitening short brown hair, a full goatee and about two heads taller than her. He doesn’t look scary per se, but neither does he look friendly and yet Stacy is invaded by an strange feeling of warm comfort when met by this unknown client and ponders, for a second, why. When it clicks, her hands freeze. She keeps her gaze glued on the light blue shirt she’s bagging, choking back the tears. It’s always like this, something ordinary, unimportant, pulls the trigger and the pain rushes to her eyes. She manages to snap out of it, but not without the man noticing.

“Is everything okay, ma’am?”

Fuck, even his voice is similar. She fails at smiling and looks away.

“Yes, sir, it’s just…you look a lot like...uh, my dad. Well, not a lot, it’s mostly the beard...I think…”

As she looks down, it’s impossible to deny the burn in her throat and the shaking of her hands. Not now, please, not here. Crying during working hours in a thrift shop that’s probably – totally – laundering drug money.

Well, that’s a new low.

“Did you lose him recently?” asks the man gently, prompting her to look up.

“No, I…I lost him when I was kid. He was shot…a robbery gone wrong…”

He nods, no trace of pity in his features, only compassion and understanding. Maybe he lives in town, maybe he also lost someone in the hands of the corrupted and greedy. Maybe he knows this pain too.

“I’m sorry to tell you, darling, that it won’t ever stop hurting, especially in your case, a loss so unfair, but let me tell you this…” the old man stops for a second, and then, with more conviction than Stacy has ever witnessed in her entire life “…you are strong enough to handle this and any other nonsense that life throws at you. You just gotta remember that, always."

Her phone buzzes for a long minute but she doesn’t pick up. She’s still holding her breath when he gives her the money. She wants to tell him to not worry about it, the shirt is on her, but with such a tight budget, every cent counts. All she can do is smile and thank him.

Another call. She tries her best to sound calm but Chase can tell something's wrong in the tiredness of her "hey". She explains quickly, hoping to ease his friend's mind - he's already anxious mess by default, wouldn't want to fuel it up - and after repeating at least ten times "yes, Chase, I swear I'm ok now", she sighs and then asks.

"Can we go down to the bar tonight?"

There's a second of silence. She hates drinking or, to be more precise, she hates seeing him drinking. She claims he likes it a bit too much for his own good. She continues.

"I'll hurry up and close this dumpster in a minute, and then we go straight down to Joe's, what do you say?"

He knows what his friend is doing, she's avoiding herself, avoiding the thinking, the pain and honestly, he can't blame her. He's been there, done that, and she always stayed by his side whenever he went into Emotionless Drunk Mess mode, so he has no problem returning the favor now.

"I say I'm covered in sweat, blood and other unknown bodily fluids so maybe we go home and take a shower first?"

When she laughs, he feels his heart become a little lighter.

"First of all: ew, gross; secondly: We take shower? Are you suggesting we take it together, Brody?"

And there it is, that's the Stacy he knows and loves - a teasing smart ass. This time though, he doesn't let her words fluster him - too much - and attacks back.

"Of course, Walters, we gotta do it for the environment's sake, you know? We gotta save water!"

"Oh, yeah, totally, that’s why, it has nothing to do with you dying to see me naked."

"I feel so insulted you would even dare to think that, young lady, I am a gentleman!"

"Oh, sure thing, perv. Okay, I'll finish here and meet you outside in a bit."

The smile on his face lingers all the way until he sees her walking out the store. He nods curiously at the bag on her hand. She smiles like a kid planning a prank and simply winks.

“I’m just borrowing a little something.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s called stealing, Stacy.”

She chuckles and then, as she usually does, starts a fire in his chest with just a short phrase.

“Don’t judge me, I just want to look pretty for our date.”

She’s joking, Brody, she’s fucking joking, like all friends do.

Just as they get to their stop, their bus arrives.

“This must be our lucky night” exclaims Stacy surprised. Once they are settled in their seats, she rests her head  on his shoulder and grabs his hand. Chase simply does his best to not suffer a stroke.

“We have to get out of here, dude. Soon.”

“That’s the plan” stutters the young man, wishing he could sound a bit less nervous by something that they have been doing for years now.

“Yeah, I know, but we always talk about it as a goal in the future and I…I don’t know. I feel like we shouldn’t wait too long or we might end up never leave this town” mutters Stacy with a sudden grim tone.

“Don’t say that, dude, of course we are doing it,” says her friend as her grabs her chin, looking for her eyes, all awkwardness replaced by the imperative need to bring her smile back “we promised we would, didn’t we?”

She nods half-heartedly and snuggles up against him, like a lost dog hides from the rain under a frail tree. As he hugs her, bringing her closer, he whispers against her dark hair: “Let���s set a date.”

“For our wedding? Sorry, Brody, but you haven’t even proposed to me yet” she jokes dryly.

Ignoring the sudden rush of heat on his body, he replies: “No, dumbass, for our escape!”

She come out of her shelter and looks at him with a hint of excitement on her eyes.

“A date?”

“Yeah, a date. Tell me when you want to leave.”

She bites her lower lip - one of her many quirks that drives him insane - and inhales slowly. As she breathes out, she answers: “End of this year. That should give us enough time to save a decent amount of money, make a good plan and maybe find a place to rent.”

“Well, end of the year it is. December 31 we are getting the fuck out of Jacksonville.”

And when he laughs, she feels the whole world become a little lighter.

More info, previous chapters, tag list AND HEADCANONS under the cut

First and foremost, I apologize for any mistakes in the chapter. This one wasn’t proof-read either and on top of that I wrote it on a rush but hopefully it’s decent ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

All chapters in chronological order, here. Previous chapter, here. Next chapter, here.

SO, yes, this is a two-part chapter - truth be told, I’m only posting this now and not both parts as one since I’m quite busy and have no time to finish writing it but I still wanted to post something now as, idk, a christmas special???? whatever, I just wanted to post it, lol

Anyways, HEADCANON TIME:

* As you may have noticed in the last chapter, Chase and Stacy’s daughter - Esperanza (which, by the way, means Hope in Spanish) - has a VERY Latino name, well, that’s because my hc is that Stacy is latina! Well, half latina, her mom is latina, her dad is white and because Stacy is white-passing and her mom knew about the struggles of being a Latina woman in the US, Stacy’s parents decided to give her a very white first name, so she would have it “easier” in life. Spoiler alert: she didn’t have it easier in life. Like, at all.

* Despite that, she still has a very Latino second name - Dolores (which means Pains in Spanish *winkwink*) - that she loves just as much as she loves her Latino heritage, and that’s why she named her daughter like that - Chase 100% loves the name as well.

* This is kinda spoilerish (because I will explore this headcanon in far more depth later on the fic) but I still feel you guys should know: Before they were the best of friends, Henrik and Chase were penpals - they met through an elementary school penpal project and kept writing each other all the way until adulthood, when they finally met face to face.

* Neither Chase or Stacy had pets - or were allowed to have any - by the time they became friends, but they both love animals and started feeding a cat they always came across on their way to school. They named the cat Sam.

* Stacy is allergic to cats. She loved Sam from a distance.

* Chase knows quite a bit of Spanish Stacy taugh him. She didn’t teach him just for funsies but because she ended up getting him a job in a Mexican restaurant and the owners didn’t speak English. She was very impressed by how easy it was for him to get used to the Latino enviroment and how good he turned out to be at cooking.

* Chase knows Stacy likes her second name better than her first, but sucks at pronuncing it correctly so he only call her Dolores jokingly andsometimeswhentheyhavesex

* They weren’t each others “first”, but Stacy told Chase after they did it for the first time that she had never enjoyed sex before him (and Chase almost cried because of such huge compliment).

* Esperanza is fluent in Spanish and English and knows a bit of German thanks to Uncle Henrik. Henrik is also Esperanza’s godfather.

I have way more headcanons but all of them are incredibly spoilery, so this is all you get for now. Now let’s move on to the next chap-

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[mysteryofjotun]

My Destiny — chapter 5

summary: making a mistake after having way too many drinks can change everything

pairing: ceo!tom x female reader

warnings: none?

word count: 2k

a/n: I'm back one day late. This chapter is shorter and nothing really happens this time. I'm kind of disappointed with it but who knows? Maybe you'll enjoy it anyway. I'll try to post the chapter 6 on Sunday but otherwise, it will be on Wednesday. As always, I’m sorry for all the possible mistakes! It’s possible that some turn of phrase or else are awkward, that’s because English’s not my mother tongue. Feedback is always welcome, feel free to ask me/tell me anything.  The taglist is open if some of you are interested.

italics are text messages!

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You went into your old apartment, avoiding the bottles that covered the floor. You kept moving into the apartment, looking for Lizzie. You arrived in the living room, discovering her half lying on the couch, a hand holding a bottle of vodka. She raised it and took a big swallow of pure vodka. You touched her legs to show her that you had arrived. She raised her head and looked at you sniffing. She pushed herself around, making room for you and inviting you to lie down next to her. You put down your bag and you took off your shoes that you placed on the floor next to the sofa before sitting next to her, taking her in your arms.

“How can he dump me?” she sniffled in your arms. “And with a phone call on top of that. He didn’t want me any more. He said I was too clingy and that he found someone’s better.”

“Don’t you dare listen to any bullshit he said,” you said tightening your hold. “You’re more than enough. Actually, you’re the most amazing human being I know. You’re so sweet and so talented.”

“There’s nothing to be done. I’m just going to drink.”

“Lizzie, stop drinking,” you said taking the almost empty bottle of vodka from her grip. She fought a little, take a few swallows and let you took the bottle.

“Since you’re not in here, it feels so lonely and empty,” she said. “It was really nice when we lived together. You really have to be happy, because if you’re happy then I’m happy.”

“I will be, I will,” you said smiling weakly. At the moment, you were not necessarily unhappy, the atmosphere wasn’t of absolute happiness but you couldn’t say that you were miserable. Of course, your pregnancy didn’t happen as you would have expected or imagined but you tried to play down and tell yourself that you could have had worse. Even though, you still hadn’t recovered from the contract – which was normal – you were trying to be positive by saying that whatever happened, you would do everything for this baby. You would give your life for this baby and you counted to change Tom's mind. But for the moment your priority was the baby. You didn’t want to bring up that right now because without realizing it you began to like the Tom you saw since the appointment at the gynaecologist, it's as if a new person had taken his place. It still wasn’t the big love between you two, but your cohabitation was peaceful and enjoyable.

“Let’s get you in bed,” you said to Lizzie, freeing yourself from her grip. “You’ll feel better, I promise.”

“No,” she wined, holding to your t-shirt.

You helped her by holding her up to her bed. Once arrived in her room, you slalomed between clothes on the ground and let her fall on her bed. She blathered beyond understanding things as you take off her socks and put on her pyjamas. You gazed at her for a few minutes before putting a glass of water and aspirin on the bedside table. You wrote her a note, explaining that you had come home and left, leaving her to her slumber.

When you returned home, a letter was waiting for you on the living room table. There was your name on it, so you opened it. On a little paper was a text.

Y/N,

My opening is tomorrow and I’d really like if you come.

I’ve always been sincere with you, so I have something to tell you. Let’s meet up at the cafe at 3 o’clock.

Love, Dylan.

You turned the little paper over, checking that there was nothing else behind. You smiled at the words. You were looking forward to seeing Dylan again but also to hear what he wanted to say.

——

“Tom, you need to be there an hour before,” Harrison said, opening the door to Tom. “Just as you expected, the opening is today,” he added still walking. They headed to their next meeting which was at the other end of where they were. But they didn’t rush themselves for all that after all, Tom was the boss. Once in his office, Tom sat down and Harrison took his place behind Tom. The secretary let their appointment in. Tom invited him to sit down and extended a hand, silently asking Harrison to give him the file in question.

“This agreement, I’m cancelling it,” Tom said nonchalantly, trying to end this meeting as fast as possible.

“You simply can’t do that. Do you think this contract is a joke?”the man replied becoming furious. Tom looked at him and began to laugh hysterically.

“Do you threatening me?” he said. “Since this issue is due to my change of heart. I will give you a huge amount of compensation.”

“Look at you, Mr CEO,” the man laughed bitterly. “The one who wanted to sell this piece of trash quickly. Can he tell me the reason for his sudden breach of contract fee? If it’s about money, tell me the amount and I’ll buy you anything.”

Tom stood up and laughed as he tilted on his desk. “If I say I won’t sold once, it means I will never be selling it. Do you understand?”

The man only nodded facing Tom’s threatening look.

“You can leave now,” Tom added as he sat back in his chair.

——

Dylan was watching his watch once again. It was now 3:20 pm and you were still not there. The opening of the cafe had started for 20 minutes now but he didn’t care. All that preoccupied him was that you weren't here. And then, after a while, he saw you arrived in the cafe, which was slowly starting to fill up. He gave you a small wave with his hands but you didn’t notice it at first. You were a little lost and despite the fact that the little cafe wasn't totally filled with people, you felt uncomfortable. You never knew how to react when there were so many people. You came out of your daydreaming when you felt your phone vibrating in your hand. Look up, xx you read. You complied and that’s when you saw Dylan, his phone in his hand and smiling at you. You smiled back and joined him. Once close enough to you, Dylan took you in his arms and held you tight during long minutes.

“I miss you so much,” he whispered still hugging you tightly.

“We only saw each other 3 days ago,” you laughed returning his embrace.

“I know but now that I have you back, I never let you go,” he replied honestly.

You didn’t notice that someone was watching you from the beginning and that person came closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the man said grasping your arm violently. This action made you let go of the embrace that you shared with Dylan. And you finally noticed that this man was actually Tom.

“Tom, what are you doing here?” you said taken aback.

“You’re used to doing this to someone else’s woman,” Tom said utterly ignoring you.

“Are you sure she’s your woman?” Dylan said challenging him.

“What did you say?” Tom responded furiously.

“Are you treating all your woman as badly as your treat Y/N?”

“Did you say something to him?” Tom said turning to you.

“I didn’t say a thing,” you replied looking down, embarrassed by the whole situation.

“So, I was right there something,” Dylan said and was about to add something when you cut him off.

“I—I’ll be leaving now,” you said embarrassed by the situation. Instead of facing the problem, you preferred to run away. They both watched you leave the cafe before Tom moved to join you. Dylan watched you and Tom with a sceptical look.

Tom ran to catch you, though he didn’t have to go very far. He caught up with you quickly and took your arm to stop you.

“What’s wrong? You need to tell me so I’ll know what the problem is,” he said.

“I don’t want to talk about anything, let me go,” you said trying to get rid of his grip.

“The person who should be mad here is me,” Tom said.

“You’re the person who should be mad?” you laughed meanly. It surprised Tom who let go of your arm. He clearly didn’t think you had that in you. “So you can do whatever you want with Leah but I can’t even have a friend? That’s it? That’s how it works in your little mind? Being kind in front of people while doing whatever you want behind my back.” It had to come out, even if it wasn’t exactly the right moment to say this. It had to come out and now.

“Why are you suddenly saying this?” Tom said.

“What am I to you?” you suddenly asked. “What kind of meaning to I have to you?”

“Is that what this is all about?” Tom laughed softly. “You’re the mother of my child.”

“After the baby is born,  I won’t have any meaning to you? I’ll pack my stuff and leave, that’s it?”

“What are you doing this to me? You want to confirm something?”

“You know what? Forget it and don’t mind me,” you said before leaving. You didn’t have any destination in mind. You only wanted to get away from Tom and all the problems he brought you. And then your steps took you to a park where Dylan and you used to go during the time you were in school. What an idiot you were. What did you think? That he was going to tell you that he actually had feelings for you and that he would leave Leah? Nonsense. You were just the mother of his child, of their child.

“I knew you would be here,” a voice said. You turned around and saw Dylan standing before you. He sat down and waited for you to talk.

“I’m sorry you shouldn't have seen that,” you apologised.

“Don’t apologise,” he said, taking you in his arms. “Everything will be, all right? Do you need to stay at my place tonight?”

“No, it will be all right. Thank you for being here.”

“Every time,” he said kissing the top of your head.

“Oh! And I nearly forgot that you had something important to tell me!” you said suddenly, looking up at him.

“It can wait. I’ll not bother you with that now,” he responded, trying to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

You only nodded, not wanting to push him to say something if he wasn’t ready. A silence settled between you two. A silence that Dylan broke after some minutes.

“Come on,” he said standing up. “Let’s get out of there. Let’s get you a change of air.”

——

“What’s wrong with that woman?” Tom asked himself sitting at his desk. After the fiasco at the cafe, he’d gone back to the office thinking he’d empty his head a little while working. But he couldn’t help thinking about you.

“Tom, your meeting begins in 15 minutes,” Harrison said, but Tom lost in his thoughts didn’t even notice is here. “Tom!”

“Yeah? What?” he said leaving his wandering. “What did you say?”

“I said that your meeting is in 15 minutes,” Harrison repeated annoyed.

“Convince him to reschedule the meeting,” Tom said nonchalantly.

“You went all the way here for nothing? What happened?” he asked sceptically.

“Nothing,” he responded as he stood up.

“Where are you going?” Harrison asked.

“I’m going home,” he only replied before leaving.

Tom came home, thinking you were sleeping on the couch or on your phone. But no one was there. Apart from his brothers in the living room downstairs, no one was home. He took a seat on one of the sofa.

“I’m free,” he laughed relieve, but his phone vibrated and he hastened to look at the name on the screen. “Well she left home and she’s mad. Of course, she wouldn’t text me.”

Tom tried to busy himself for a few hours. He went to see his brothers and they watched a rugby match. But Tom was staring at his phone every minute waiting for a message from you. He went back to your room and paced, trying to find something to do. After a moment, he dropped on the bed, disappointed. “The room is so big,” he huffed. And then, annoyed, he decided to go looking for you.

——

You arrived in front of the house. You thought about leaving but you couldn’t. You couldn’t just give up everything and left with the baby. There will be consequences and frankly, you didn’t want a mad Tom running after you.

“Just as I thought, this isn’t for me,” you said looking at the huge mansion.

“Y/N!” a voice said behind you. You turned around and saw Tom, wearing only a shirt and some jeans. “Are you happy that you made me worry?”

“Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn’t. I didn’t say goodbye to your mum.”

“And what about me? Do you know how worried I was?”

You lowered your hand and didn’t answer. You just went inside, leaving Tom alone in the street.

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[ka-za-ri]

Can I be super selfish and ask for some Blind!Ignis angsty/fluff, with f!s/o. Perhaps dealing with him learning to cook again and s/o helps him out. Or whatever your lovely mind comes up with! I have a huge weakness for blind Iggy.

First! I need to thank you for this request and all the kind support you’ve given _>  Hope you enjoy it! Some suggested listening for your enjoyment: 第幾個100天 (The Hundredth Day) -- JJ Lin 

"I'msorry to have to bother you like this, dearest."

"Ignis,please. It's not a bother. This is the least I can do to help you." Youexplained, bandaging his fingers up from another accident in the kitchen.

Theinjuries had become more frequent lately and you could feel his frustrationmounting whenever his knife slipped or if he knocked something over. Ignis wasnot one to admit he needed assistance, his pride wouldn't let him do such athing. He was determined to make himself useful again, and seeing him breakdown whenever he slipped was more than enough to tear at your heart. Truly, theleast you could do was bandage his cut fingers and offer him reassurance.

Youwatched him as he flexed his hands, testing the bandages and making sure he hadthe ideal amount of mobility. Wordlessly, he got up and was once again in thekitchen, fingers gently tapping across the countertops as he internally countedhis steps and found himself again in front of the cutting board.

"Dinnerwill be a bit late tonight. I'm sorry."

"It'sokay, Ignis. Take all the time you need." You reassured, settling down atthe bar across from him to watch him.

By theend of the night though, the two of you shared a rather solemn meal of reheatedleftovers. While Ignis didn't say anything about it, you could feel thefrustration emanating from his stiff shoulders and the almost hour-long showerhe took that night.

~~

Ignishad memorized the layout of your shared apartment shortly after he came back. Hehad been able to fluidly move about for the most part in every other roomwithin two weeks, except for the kitchen. It pained you to see him shuffleabout awkwardly while his fingers tracing the number of plates stacked in thecabinets. He'd stumble as he tried to memorize the feeling of the kinds ofstemware he owned and cried when he couldn't remember which mug was yourfavorite for hot chocolate.

For allhe did for the word, he had been rewarded with darkness for the rest of hislife. To say it hurt you to see Ignis struggle wordlessly would be unfair tohim. Despite all that you did for him, he shouldered a burden that was heavierthan anything you could imagine. You knew how dear his kitchen was for him. Afterall, the living space you shared was chosen because of the elaborate kitchen itboasted.

Nowthough, it seemed to taunt him daily. Every time he was in there, you ended upbinding up another cut, or helping him sweep up something that spilled. Igniswasn't a person to show his emotions, however, the deep, shuddering breaths hewould take when he cried in his sleep was all you needed to know what he feltabout his whole situation. It tore at you on the inside until one day, youcouldn't take it anymore and did the unforgivable.

~~

"Dearest,where are my knives?"

"....They're where they usually are." You had hoped the momentary pause wouldgo unnoticed. Blind though he may be, he was as perceptive as ever.

"No,they're not. I'll ask you again. Where are my knives?"

As muchas you wanted to lie to him, there was an edge to his tone that prevented youfrom doing so. "I... I put them away." You whispered. You knew hecouldn't see you from where you sat, but still, you couldn't look him in the face.You could only imagine his expression when he heard your confession.

"Why?"He breathed, you didn't need to see his expression to sense that any sadness heheld had turned into hard, steely anger.

"I'mtired, Ignis." you explained, you hadn't realized it, but the tears youhad held back for so long had started to fall.

"You'retired?" He repeated.

"Ican't see you hurt yourself like this."

"Whosaid you could touch my knives."

"Ionly wanted to prot---"

"Who.Said. You. Could. Touch. My. Knives." Every word he said was punctuated bya step in your direction.

"Ignis,please."

Hestopped in front of you, the stare you received from his one opened eye sentshivers down your spine and left you paralyzed. His lips had pressed themselvesinto a thin line and you noticed how tense his forearm muscles were from theclenched fists at his side. The next words that fell from his lips stabbed youdeeper than any knife would ever could.

"Getout."

~~

Threedays into crashing at Gladio's place, your eyes and mind a wreck fromconstantly crying, you had come to the conclusion that everything between youand Ignis had come to an end. No matter how many gentle back rubs and words ofreassurance Gladio offered would set your mind at ease. You were sure youhadn't slept much at all in the last few days. All the crying you did duringthe day hurt your eyes too much to keep them closed for any meaningful amountof time at night.

Fivedays into not seeing Ignis since that fateful night and you were sorely wishingthat you could turn back time to undo your mistake. Rash decisions had alwaysbeen your downfall before and your last one less than a week ago had onlycemented this fact further.

One weeklater and a proper knock at Gladio's door set your heart fluttering. Threeknocks, equally timed and at the exact same pitch. You had run to open the doorbefore Gladio could make it there. There, Ignis stood at the door, his normallyslicked back hair was more than a little messy. Dark circles were visible fromunderneath his visors and your breath caught just a little at how unkempt helooked.

"Ignis..."

"Comehome, please. I'm sorry for what I said... I wasn't in the right mind when Isaid it."

"No,Ignis, please, don't apologize, I should be saying that for what I did toyou."

"Dearest,let's forget about that for now. Come home with me?"

Youdidn't need words to answer him as you laced your hand into his while yourheart pounded from happiness in your ears. Though it had only been a week sinceyou last saw him, it felt like an eternity had passed since you had last felthis warmth. The entire walk home was silent, but you didn't mind it at all. Tohave Ignis within your reach again like this, you would have been fine if henever spoke another word to you.

~~

"Yourknife cuts are the worst."

"Look,just because I haven't spent half of my life cooking does not mean I have theworst knife cuts." you retorted. Ignis had his arms wrapped around you,hands just ghosting above your own as you chopped vegetables for dinner thatnight. "I'm still doing a lot better than Noctis would have."

"Thatmuch, I can confirm." He said with a soft chuckle. "But that doesn'tmean that your own handiwork is good. You've got a long way to go before you'reas good as I am." His calloused fingers wrapped themselves around yourhand, adjusting your grip slightly. "Come now, you're not even holding theknife correctly." He chided.

"Well,I hope that you'll be here for my whole long journey to being as good as youare." You said with a giggle, getting back to chopping up the vegetablesin front of you while you let his hands memorize the movements and the distanceof your hands from the blade.

"Ofcourse. I wouldn't have it any other way." He said softly, kissing you onthe cheek and resting his head on your shoulder.

Thatnight, the two of you shared a meal cooked with warm hugs and tender whispersof love.

[j-esbian]

red sky in the morning

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Marinette woke with an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Without being able to explain why, and before she could second-guess the instinct, she suited up, wandering restlessly over rooftops. It was the middle of the night, and all was still—or at least, as still as it got in Paris. The streets were fairly empty, and stragglers few; though the city of light continued to glow, it seemed almost deserted. But despite its stillness, Ladybug found a familiar silhouette in the distance.

Chat Noir sat cross-legged at the top of the Eiffel Tower, casting a long shadow on the sidewalk far, far below. He was staring ponderously up at the night sky, and as Ladybug landed beside him, he stretched his arms as if awakening from a nap.

“Good evening, chaton,” Ladybug said curiously.

“Good evening,” he replied. He seemed subdued, and looked at her as if he was coming out of some kind of trance. He turned his head and patted beside him. She sat down. “The moon is unusually bright tonight, don’t you think?”

“Are you sure it’s not a star?” Ladybug teased.

He’d once confessed that while he’d lived in the city his whole life, he had a habit of stargazing—or rather, trying to stargaze. On boring patrols they sometimes made a game of it, with Ladybug pointing out a pinprick of light in the sky and Chat arguing for its identity as a star, until it moved, or flashed, or shone a different color, giving itself away as an airplane or a satellite.

“Ah, but the brightest star in Paris tonight is you, my Lady,” he teased back, a wide grin on his face as he brushed his shoulder against hers.

His teeth looked unsettlingly sharp and unnaturally white, with the lights from the tower illuminating him from below. With the odd pattern of shadows laid across his face, Ladybug almost didn’t recognize her partner.

She ignored his flirting, as always, and asked, “What are you doing out so late?”

“I should ask you the same.” He squinted back up at the sky. “Couldn’t sleep?”

She hesitated. “Something like that. You?”

He nodded. “I usually like to go for a walk. Clear my head. Something feels… weird, though.”

“You feel it, too?” she asked, relieved. “I can’t explain it, but something just told me I needed to... get out. To be here.”

He nodded again. “Yeah… Like, this pull from my stomach. And everything looks and feels strange… Maybe we’re asleep. Maybe we’re both sharing some weird dream.” He trailed off into silence. Then, “So, to answer my question… does the moon seem different to you?”

Ladybug lowered herself onto her back and stared up at the sky. It was its usual dark gray, a combination of clouds directly above them, trailing down into the haze of light at the horizon.

A stiff breeze whipped around them suddenly, and they both sat up, wary

“Weird,” Chat murmured. His hair whipped around his face as he sniffed the air apprehensively. “I didn't think it was supposed to storm at all this week.”

Ladybug followed his gaze and saw that a few large, dark masses, carried by the wind, were rapidly converging overhead. Stormclouds. They could already hear the faint rumble of thunder.

The stormclouds began to grow, and in the darkness it wasn't clear what was going on. They seemed to have been pulled toward one central spot, and they crashed together overhead. Darkness rippled outwards at the edges as they combined into one huge, solid mass. And then it continued to grow.

Chat realized with horror that it was descending on them, and he tried to get away. He only succeeded in pushing Ladybug a meter or two from where she had originally been before he felt something strange, like thousands of feathers brushing over his body, and his feet lifted from the ground. He called out for his partner and felt her arm slide through his hand, but then her fingers gripped tightly to his. Any sound was drowned out by the deafening roar that surrounded them, a million pieces of paper rustling in the breeze.

And then, just as suddenly, they fell, tumbling to the ground again. They just barely managed to twist around and land on their feet, hands reaching for their weapons, when they saw… their savior, presumably. A masked figure in green fought the cloud that had enveloped them, bringing it down to earth and attacking it with a bo staff. As they tore chunks away, Chat and Ladybug realized with a sudden chill that it wasn’t some kind of sentient storm cloud, after all; it was made up of thousands of black butterflies.

Akumas.

The two heroes rushed over to help the other figure; their ally, for now. Figuring out who this stranger was could wait until after the more immediate danger was defeated.

As they approached, though, they watched the person in green slam their bo staff into the ground. From the point of impact, a web of cracks splintered across the pavement until it had created a circle underneath the mob of butterflies. They yanked their staff back up, and earth exploded from the cracks, pelting the butterflies with dust and pebbles and clods of dirt that were enough to buffet their delicate wings and bring a fair amount of them down. The rest fluttered away in retreat.

Ladybug and Chat drew level with the stranger, who was turning toward them now, but before Ladybug could utter the “Thank you” that danced on the tip of her tongue, the stranger staggered forward, and she surged forward to catch them. Their bo staff clattered to the ground, and Chat scooped it up, offering it back to the stranger once Ladybug had steadied them. They accepted it gratefully and stood up, leaning on the staff like a cane, and began walking away. They spoke for the first time, in a hoarse voice. “Follow me.”

Chat and Ladybug looked at each other, then at the figure hobbling away, then back at each other. But after one unpleasant experience that night, their guard was already up, and Chat shrugged, pointing his head toward their retreating savior. Ladybug nodded. An explanation would be wonderful. And so they followed.

She laced her fingers into Chat’s after a few blocks, for suddenly they were being led through darker and darker streets, and she had no such advantage as night vision to guide her. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, and they both picked up their pace; as unsteadily as their guide seemed to be walking, it was fast.

Soon, they arrived at a narrow alley, and the figure stopped in front of an unmarked door, gesturing for Chat and Ladybug to enter. Ladybug gripped his hand tightly, and Chat reached for his baton, while Ladybug used her free hand to swing the door open.

They stepped inside and blinked in surprise. Overhead lights flickered on and illuminated a small, comfortable kitchen. The stranger stepped in behind them and shut the door, engaging three different locks in a rather complicated process. When they were done, they smiled up at the heroes and said, “Please, follow me,” before walking through the room’s only other exit.

The following hallway was dark and just wide enough for them to walk single-file. Thankfully, it ended quickly, and they pushed open a large wooden door into another brightly-lit room.

It appeared vaguely familiar to Ladybug, but she couldn’t quite place it; it was as if she’d once been there in a dream. A pair of glass doors looked out onto a balcony, although they couldn’t remember climbing any stairs, and before they could get a better look, the stranger drew the blinds. The room was sparse with furniture; a large mattress occupied most of the floor, and an old, wooden chest of drawers lined the far wall. There was a short bookshelf and a round table, both stacked with candles, which provided most of the light.

The stranger sat down on the mattress with a heavy sigh and muttered something. They were enveloped in a bright yellow light, which cascaded down to the floor and revealed a short old man with graying hair, a gray mustache, and a pointed goatee. A tendril of light spiraled off onto the head of the mattress and resolved itself into a sleeping green kwami.

He smiled kindly at them and pointed at a pair of wooden stools. “Please, children, sit.”

They sat.

“I am the Great Guardian,” he began, “but you may call me Master Fu. I am the keeper of the Miraculouses, and I’m afraid you are here because I have failed.”

“I’m… sorry?” Chat asked. He smiled politely. “Sir, I don’t understand. We’ve never met before, have we?”

Master Fu smiled again, but he looked sad. “The Miraculouses are ancient and powerful, and there is much you do not know. But we don’t have time for a history lesson tonight, so I’ll try to keep it short. Many years ago, I believed the moth miraculous was lost forever. Of course, we know now that is not the case. Wayzz felt its return, and the evil that enshrouded it, but I am too old to fight anymore. So I chose the two of you, and gifted you the Miraculouses you now wield. But I was foolish. It appears the very Miraculouses I gave you are the same that Hawk Moth desires. The ladybug and black cat miraculouses contain incredible power, which I hoped would enable you to defeat him and regain his miraculous, but he craves this power. And now you two are in terrible danger. Hawk Moth drags this fight out as long as he can, keeping just out of reach of you and making every attempt on your miraculouses. Now, he has gone a step further. He’s becoming desperate. And it’s time for you to make a choice.”

Ladybug tensed. “What choice, Master?”

“Hawk Moth has proven to be more resilient than I anticipated. It is unfair of me to ask you to continue this dangerous fight when you were never given the choice to be a part of it.” Master Fu closed his eyes. “I am an old man who has made many mistakes in his life, but this is one I will not make again. You may leave now, and think on it tonight if you wish, and in the morning, return and leave your miraculous with me. Or you may keep it, and continue the fight. But I must warn you that, no matter your choice, everything is going to change. Hawk Moth has made a risky move tonight, in luring all of us out and attempting to kidnap you, and we must rise to meet him.”

“I already know my answer,” Ladybug said immediately. She gave her partner a sidelong glance. “Chat?”

He gave a slow nod. “I think so, my lady.”

Master Fu drew his mouth into a tight line. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Ladybug said. “I’m going to stay.”

“Me, too,” Chat agreed firmly. “So, what’s the plan?”

Marinette had had a long night, and very little sleep, but in the morning she was up again and out of bed before the sun. An anxious energy had filled her head all night, but she was excited for the day ahead.

She packed her bag and left for school early, for once, relishing the cool morning breeze and the soft light reflecting off the clouds as the sun rose. As she rounded the corner, a butterfly fluttered by, and she faltered just enough to trip over her own feet and topple towards the pavement.

Adrien, who had been waiting by the front door of the bakery, rushed over to catch her and steady her balance. Marinette gripped his hand tightly with both of hers. “Oh. Good morning, Adrien,” she said faintly.

“Morning, Marinette,” he replied, quickly pulling his hand away and tucking it into his pocket. “I thought I’d, uh, wait for you.”

“I don’t think ‘protect each other’ meant ‘be my bodyguard,’” Marinette teased, hitching her bookbag more securely onto her back.

Adrien chuckled. “No, but it does include stopping you from breaking your face on the sidewalk.”

They watched the butterfly make a few more lazy laps around them, then it flew off to the east, and they watched it disappear into a tiny, shadowy speck, backlit by the calm reds and pinks and oranges of the sun-streaked sky.

“It’s beautiful out this morning,” he commented.

She smiled and reached for his hand. “Yeah. It is.”

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Day By Day .47

EUNJI

I frowned out at the water, I couldn't see anything. Maybe there was a dolphin that had surfaced but disappeared before I had seen it?

"Look at wh..." I turned to ask him what he was pointing at.

I registered that his body was closer to mine but I had no chance to think about it before his lips were on mine. I didn't know what to do, I froze. His eyes were closed, which is when I realised that mine weren't.

Hesitantly, I shut my eyes, my brain was just coming to terms with the fact Seyong was kissing me, when he pulled away. I could feel my cheeks turning red, it felt like my entire bodies blood supply had relocated to my face. The glimpse I got of Seyong, before I turned away to avoid eye contact, look like he blushing too.

My heart was beating so fast I felt like it could explode at any moment, or maybe I would. The adrenaline that rushed through my body almost sent me into an anxiety attack. It was amazing.

INSOO

Everyone had just finished listening to Eunji's song. I didn't really understand why she was so reluctant to show anyone her work; her song's were so good, and this one was perfect for a debuting girl group, it also wasn't too girly that it wouldn't match their style.

"Wow, are you sure she really wrote this? I mean, this is quality work," Xander looked at her with skeptical frowned.

"If you don't want to use it, that's fine," Jiyeon shrugged, clearly annoyed. She pulled the USB from the laptop.

"I didn't say that, I'm just making sure that there won't be a plagiarism issue later. That's kind of my job, there is no need to get angry,"

"She stayed up all night working on this, it's also the first time she is willing to put her own name on her song. Excuse me for being defensive for my sister, that's kind of my job,"

"What's with your mood today?" he frowned.

Solji look a little worried about what was about to happen. I didn't blame her, the look she gave him scared even me.

"So, do you want to use the song or are you going to keep looking?" I interrupted as I gave Jiyeon a look. She glared at me but sighed and closed her mouth.

"Oh we will definitely use it, on one condition," he paused with a slight smirk.

"I managed to get you a well written song in less than 24 hours, and you want to give me a condition on using it?"Jiyeon raised an eyebrow crossing her arms over her chest.

SEYONG

Her lips were soft and sweet, and so worth the wait. The adrenaline that was already coursing through me seemed to explode and vibrate at the same time. Emotions flooded my body but fear and relief dominated them all.

I didn't really understand why the fear? I mean, it was just a kiss and it's not like I hadn't kissed hundreds of girls before. But this was Eunji, and that made it a big deal. I wasn't sure if it was because I hadn't had a relationship with a girl like I do with Eunji, or any relationship really. Maybe it was because it was a big deal for her so that made it a big deal for me?

Either way this felt like a huge step in our relationship. I was worried that maybe I hadn't gone about kissing her the right way, I know this is what Jiyeon suggested I do, but was this what Eunji had imagined when she thought about us having our first kiss?

I think this kiss scared her though, like it could potentially be the wall of the damn crumbling, like our slow pace relationship was about to fast track. Which wasn't the case at all. I was happy with the speed we were going, if I'm being honest, I was scared to take things any faster. The thought of having sex with Eunji was terrifying.

When I pulled away her face looked like a tomato, I'm sure mine wasn't so different but I didn't care, I was happy, and more relaxed after seeing the smile form on her face.

We didn't speak, but I watched her even thought she didn't look at me. Her fingers touched her lips as they curved into a smile. She glanced over at me and quickly looked away.

"Why don't we get something to eat?" I suggested. There was a slight shake in my voice, I wasn't sure if it was the nerves fading or the enormous amount of happiness trying to burst out of me.

"Mm," she mumbled with a nod, she still didn't look over at me.

JIYEON

"I'm sorry, what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Who else would do it?" Xander looked at me as if it were obvious.

"You can't be serious? There has to be someone else who can do it?" I sighed.

"No, but even if there were, it's better to have her do it considering it is her song and she knows how it should sound,"

"So do we, it's right here," I waved the USB around.

"Why do you have to fight me on everything?"

"Do you know what it took to get her to write this song? And now you want me to ask her to be the producer as well? There is no way she will agree to it," I shook my head.

"You haven't even asked her, maybe she would love to do it?"

"I know my sister, she is not going to feel comfortable doing this,"

"Why don't you call her and find out?" he challenged.

"Because she's preoccupied right now,"

"Right,"

"She's out on a very important date, I'm not going to interrupt it and throw this at her,"

"You could send her a message?" Insoo stated quietly, I turned to frown at him. Whose side was he on?

"What?"

"What? You could and at least then you can stop arguing about this until she replies,"

"Fine," I sighed.

"Great! While we're waiting for that, let's move on to the next thing; choreography," Xander turned to Jeonghwa.

"Wrong," Solji started as I pulled my phone from my bag.

"What?"

"She can't really choreograph the routine properly without knowing who is singing what parts. We need to do the line distribution first,"

"She's right," Jeonghwa nodded.

"See? We need your sister," Xander insisted.

I looked around the room, pretty much everyone was looking at me, this is what I get for trying to help. I looked over at Insoo who just shrugged as if to say it was worth a try. I let out a sigh, this is not what she agreed too when she decided to write us a song.

"There is no way she is going to agree to this," I sighed dialing her number.

"Not to push it, but it would be great if we could get her here today,"

"That's definitely not going to happen," I shook my head.

"Why?"

"What part of important date didn't you hear?"

"This could be a huge career move,"

"And she's not even in Seoul right now," I huffed just as she answered the phone.

EUNJI

We sat on a picnic blanket that Seyong had retrieved from the car. It was still hard to look at him, at least when he was looking at me. It wasn't because I was mad or anything, but because every time I looked at him and our eyes met, my face would heat up and the butterflies in my stomach would explode in a frenzy.

"I'll be right back," he smiled waving the little circle pager indicating our food was ready. Getting up, he heading over to the little cafe to get our lunch, I watched him as he wondered over there.

Just looking at him made my heart pound in my chest, I was so focused on watching him that I just about jumped out of my own skin when my phone started ringing next to me.

"Hey Ji," I answered.

"Hey, how's the date going?" she asked casually.

"I'm going to assume you had something to do with it,"

"I have no idea what you're talking about,"

"You're a liar, did you just call to see how my date was? Or did you need something? Did they not like the song?" I frowned, I realised I had completely forgotten about it until right now.

"No, they liked the song," she trailed off.

"But?" I sighed as Seyong sat down in front of me. He frowned, I just mouthed 'Jiyeon' he nodded and started placing the food out on the blanket.

"But, they want your help,"

"With?"

"Line distribution and producing," she said slowly.

"What?"

"It's technically you're song so really the only one who knows exactly how it should sound is you, which makes you the best person to help with this," she sounded like she was asking a question, it didn't make it a very good pep-talk.

"You want me to produce the song?" I raised an eyebrow. Seyong looked up at me with a huge smile on his face as if he were excited about the opportunity.

"Yes?"

"When? In what studio? You know I'm not good at telling people what to do,"

"You wouldn't be telling people what to do, you would be guiding us, it's worth a try isn't it? Why don't you just think about it and answer me later tonight? The four of us can go out for dinner?"

"Ji," I sighed.

"Just think about it, I'll call you later," she stated quickly before hanging up.

Seyong handed me some chopsticks and for a few seconds I'd forgotten why I'd been avoiding looking at him, but the minute our eyes met he smiled, looking down at my lips. My face flushed and I looked down at the blanket.

"So, Ji wants you to do some producing?" he asked casually.

"I think it's more the others pressuring her, but she's invited us out to dinner. I'm pretty sure she's going to try and convince me to do it," I shrugged.

"If you don't want to do it then don't. It's your career and it's your choice," he shrugged.

"Except it not just my career," I sighed.

"Ji will understand. Besides, Solji can ask J-Heart to find a producer," he shrugged.

"I guess,"

"So dinner? Like a double date?" he smirked.

"Like a double date," I nodded slowly, I hadn't actually realised that's what it would be.

"It will be fun," he smiled.

"It's just a plan for Ji to get me to do what she wants me to do, if she does it on a double date then she has you and Insoo to back her up," I sighed.

"I wouldn't if I didn't think you wanted to do it. I do think that it would be a great opportunity, especially if this is something you want to be doing in the future. You can't just pass on opportunities like this, you never know when or if they'll come around again," he shrugged.

"It's not that I don't want to do it, I just feel a little cornered into doing it and it's a time sensitive project, I'm worried that I will make a mistake and ruin everything for Jiyeon," I sighed.

"You won't make a mistake, you know exactly what you are doing. If it makes you feel better, I'll come with you, I have a lot of experience with the sound boards and recording studios. What's the harm in trying?"

"You'll come with me?"

"Of course, if that will make you feel more comfortable and you want me there, all you have to do is ask," he nodded holding up a set of chopsticks offering me a piece of chicken.

SEYONG

She frowned slightly but smiled at me accepting the food. I wondered if she knew just how sweet her smile was? My stomach growled loudly, I realised I hadn't eaten all day, when I stopped at rest stops I just got coffee or something to drink. She laughed picking up a piece of lettuce. She make a wrap and offered it to me, I was going to take it from her but when I tried she pulled it away shaking her head.

"What?" I frowned.

"Open your mouth," she stated.

I cleared my throat in an attempt to repress the awe I wanted to let out, I opened my mouth saying ahh as added sound effects. She giggled slightly placing the wrap carefully in my mouth. It took two bites before pain exploded in my mouth. I tried to hide it from her but she was quick to notice.

"Did you make a dentist appointment?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Not yet," I shrugged. She frowned letting out a sigh. She picked her phone up from the blanket and handed it to me.

"If I'm going to be convinced to produce this song, you are going to need to make it as soon as possible, if you want me to come with you anyway," she insisted on me taking her phone.

"I have a phone," I stated.

"We made a deal the other night, I held up my part of the deal, now it's your turn," she shook her phone at me.

"Okay, one dentist appointment," I sighed.

"Go on then," she insisted.

"I'll call them when we get home,"

"They'll be closed when we get home, I can make it for you if you like,"

"No, I'm an adult, I can do it myself," I mumbled.

"Do you want me to come with you?" she raised an eyebrows.

"Yes," I nodded a little too quickly.

It's not that I have a fear of the dentist, I just don't like some strange person I don't know standing there asking me questions while they have there hands in my mouth. I mean, do you want me to bite you or seem rude because I'm not answering you? Besides, I highly doubted that there was anything wrong with my teeth, I take great care of them.

"Well, that was a part of the deal," she stated as I reluctantly took her phone.

JIYEON

We were waiting outside of the restaurant, we'd decided to just meet here because it would be easier and if Seyong and Eunji went back to the dorm I don't think they would want to go back out again. Eunji would probably say she didn't want to go out again just to avoid talking about her producing the song.

So, I'd just rung ahead and booked a table, asking for an extra chair or stool of some sort for Insoo's leg. They had been very accommodating over the phone, whether they were going to think we were being rude now that we were here might be another thing.

We didn't have to wait long, Seyong and Eunji arrived five minutes after we had. I watched Seyong get out of the car, jog around to Eunji's door, which he opened and took her hand helping her out. He didn't let go of her hand even after the car door was closed and they were making their way over to us.

"Hey," Eunji gave a small smile, Seyong just nodded at us.

"Should we go in then? I'm starving," Insoo stated.

"Do you need a hand?" Seyong frowned at him.

"Nope, I have these," he sighed holding up his crutches.

"I thought they hurt your armpits?"

"Jiyeon was worried I would look like I was faking it. They do hurt me," he pouted at me.

"That's because your fat, there's too much weight it's putting pressure on your armpits," Seyong shrugged.

"That literally makes no sense,"

"You make no sense," Seyong retorted.

"Come on, inside," I ushered.

"So how was the date?" I asked casually as we were seated at our table.

The smile that spread across their faces would have been indication enough, but Eunji's face turned a light shade of pink and she turned to look away.

"That good, huh?" I smirked.

"It was fun," Seyong shrugged.

"Speaking of which; why did you ask Ji for advice and not even tell me you were going on this date?" Insoo huffed.

"Are you jealous?" Seyong raised an eyebrow at the same time Eunji frowned at me.

"What?" I frowned back.

"You promised you would t talk to him about it,"

"And I didn't," I shrugged.

"Really?" she glared slightly.

"Really," I nodded.

"I kind of overheard some of your conversation last night," Seyong rubbed the back of his neck.

"You said you hadn't," Eunji turned to him.

"If I had of told you the truth you would have worried and today wouldn't have gone as well as it did," Seyong winked at her, the pink shade returned to her face and she looked away dropping the subject. Seyong smirked clearly getting the reaction he wanted.

I waited until we'd ordered our meals and we were half way through eating before I even thought about bringing up the whole producing thing. I think she may have actually forgotten about it. Until I reminded her at least.

"Do you want some of this? It's soft," she offered some bread to Seyong. He just shook his head and continued to eat his soup.

"Are you on a liquid diet?" Insoo raised an eyebrow.

"What? No,"

"He needs so go to the dentist because chewing hurts," Eunji explained.

"You're going to the dentist?" Insoo smirked.

"Eunji is making me go," he nodded.

"I'm not making you, you're in pain I simply suggested that you go get it looked at," she mumbled.

"I was only joking," Seyong patted her shoulder.

"Awe," Insoo let out, he looked around the table as of hoping no one heard him; we did. He cleared his throat.

"So have you thought about producing your song?" he tried to change the subject.

"Did you just throw my sister under the bus to save yourself some ridicule?" I raised an eyebrow.

"No, I'm just saying, this project is time sensitive and I know you didn't want to be the one to bring it up," he shrugged.

"You liar," Seyong glared at him.

"But have you?" I turned to Eunji cautiously.

"I've thought about it," she nodded pushing the food around her plate.

Putting her in this situation made me feel bad, it really did. But at the same time this push was going to benefit the both of us, and she did need a bit of a push. Maybe not this soon, but what was the harm?

"And?"

EUNJI

It was the nose dive to an other wise perfect day; that as my opinion.

I had thought about it, a lot, and it was a good opportunity. It would help me get my foot in the door to the industry without using the fame of my friends, and it would help Jiyeon expand her career. But that didn't mean it scared me any less. The nerves were making me feel sick.

I let out a sigh and looked up at her, she was trying to keep a straight face but I could see the worry and slight disappointment she had. She had clearly taken my sigh as a no, and honestly, that's what it was. Until I looked at her, it gave me doubt in my decision.

Then Seyong's hand found mine under the table, he squeezed it reassuringly; I know it was probably to help me keep my decision my own, instead of letting other people's reactions pressure me into it. But instead of keeping me strong to my original decision he made me change my mind, if he was willing to come with me and support me, shouldn't I be willing to at least try? If not for myself, then for Jiyeon?

"I'll try,"

"Really?" she looked shocked.

"Really," I nodded slowly, Seyong's thumb rubbed gently across the back of my hand.

"Thank you,"

"Thank Seyong, I was going to say no," I mumbled.

"What changed your mind?" Seyong frowned at me.

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"But Seyong is coming with me," I didn't phrase it as a question but it came out sounding like one.

"What ever makes you feel comfortable," Ji shrugged but there was something that flashed across her face, I was sure exactly what it was but it didn't look like she was too happy with the idea.

JIYEON

"Okay, out with it," Insoo stayed once we were home and sitting on the lounge.

"Out with what?" I raised an eyebrow, I knew what he was talking about but I was hoping to avoid talking about it.

"Why are you so quiet?"

"I'm not,"

"You are, and you have been since Eunji told you she was bringing Seyong with her,"

"Have I?"

"Jiyeon,"

"Don't you think they seem to be getting a little too dependent on each other? At least a little too quickly?" I sighed sitting down on the lounge.

"You have an issue with them being so close?" he frowned.

"No, I mean, I'm just worried. Eunji has had me as a kind of security blanket, basically her whole life. But now that I've moved out she's moved on to Seyong, I'm just concerned that she hiding behind people instead of becoming her own person,"

"Right," he gave me a weird look.

"What?"

"Okay, don't bite my head off, but," he sat down next to me.

"Are you worried about Seyong and Eunji becoming dependent on each other, or are you worried that now she has Seyong she won't need you anymore?"

"I'm worried she'll get hurt, that's all," I defended.

"If you say so, but just so you know; she is always going to need you. Even if she doesn't know it. I mean, she never would have had her first kiss with out your input. She might not have wanted it but she needed it," he stated.

"That's great, but this has nothing to do with me and everything to do with worrying about my sister," I stated defensively.

He wasn't exactly wrong, I was worried but not for the reason he thinks. I think Eunji is forcing herself to be close to Seyong because he makes her feel safe, and she doesn't have me there as a consistent security blanket any more. I was just worried that if she because to dependent on Seyong she wouldn't be able to do anything without him and if they broke up she would just fall apart. But I was also worried that in getting closer to Seyong she was getting further away from me. I don't want us to become distant.

"Let's get some sleep, you have a long day tomorrow," he patted my thigh getting up from next to me.

"I have to wait for Seyong and Eunji to be finished at the dentist before we can do anything," I shrugged.

"You still have to find a studio, and I'm sure Jeonghwa has worked on some basic choreography, even if she's not sure who will be where," he offered his hand.

"You shouldn't even be standing let alone trying to help me up," I frowned standing on my own but taking his hand once I was already on my feet.

"Come on grumpy," he kissed my temple leading us into the room.

SEYONG

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked as we made our way up the stairs.

"I'm sure,"

"You're not just doing it because you feel obligated?"

"You're the one who said it would be a good opportunity, should I not do it?" she frowned at me.

"You should, but only if you want to do. Don't do it if you feel pressured or like you have to,"

"I want to do it," she stated with a smile.

"Okay then," I nodded as we reached her door.

"We have to be up early tomorrow, we have a long day. Get some sleep," she looked at me quietly for a moment, her expression gave me the impression she were going to ask me to come into her room and as much as I would love too, I didn't think it was the best idea.

Now that I've kissed her there was a voice in the back of my head urging me to do it again, to kiss her longer, deeper. That voice also belonged the the person I was before Eunji, I wasn't about to start listening to it again. But I was worried that if I went with her into the room then I might, and I didn't want that, I mean I did, but not yet. I wanted this to work and for that to happen we needed to keep going at the same pace we have been, or at least what ever pace is comfortable for Eunji. So instead I said;

"Good night Eunji,"

"Good night," she smiled slightly  turning to walk into her room, just before she was about to let go of my hand I tugged her gently so she spun around facing me. With my free hand I cupped her cheek and pressed my lips to hers before either of us could think.

"Sweet dreams," I pulled away, turning to retreat to my bedroom.

EUNJI

He left me standing there breathless, all he did was press his lips to mine and it was like all the oxygen was sucked from lungs and ever nerve in my body pulsed and sparked at the same time.

"Hey, are you okay?" Gunwoo frowned coming up behind me.

"Huh? Oh yeah, night," I nodded making my way into my bedroom closing the door behind me.

What was he doing to me?