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kpopfanfictrash · 4 years ago

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Raise the Barre (Ch. 1)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Content Contributor: @baebae-goodnight (WHO MADE THIS PERFECTLY GORGEOUS MOODBOARD)

Pairing: Jimin / Reader

Rating: 18+ (Eventual Smut)

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Dance Academy!AU

Word Count: 7,003

Summary: You and Park Jimin have been rivals for as long as you’ve known one another; ever since he tripped you in the front row of your first dance convention. When you graduate from high school and enter Russet Ballet Academy, you tell yourself you’re leaving all past quarrels behind. The main problem with this though, is that your past seems determined not to leave you alone.

Worse still, the obstacles you face while out in the real world might prove more challenging than anything your enemy has to offer.

Thumbs hooked beneath the straps of your backpack, you paused on the sidewalk to tilt your head up. A sign reading Russet Ballet Academy hung from the building above, detailing the location of the next four years of your life.

It was the dream of many to attend and yet, few ever came to walk these halls as its students. Only eighty dancers were accepted to their dance program each year; the fiercest competition from all over the globe.

Somehow, you were amongst them.

The day you’d received your letter still felt like a dream but here you were, standing under the sign and knowing you’d made it. You stared at it a second longer before your mom came up and squeezed your shoulder.

“Wow,” she said, also reading the sign. “Seems like just yesterday you fell on your ass at Hall of Fame, huh?”

“Mom!” You laughed, the moment effectively broken. “Why would you bring that up now? I was twelve!”

She grinned and glanced in your direction. “You just had such enthusiasm! Picked yourself right back up and kept going. I should’ve known then you would make it.”

Despite yourself, you felt your insides soften again. It sounded like something your old dance teacher, Miss Katie, would’ve said. She’d always had faith in your perseverance and ability. You hadn’t started competing until the age of eleven; in dancer years, this was considered late and yet, you grew quickly through the ranks. By the time you reached high school, you were known on the competitive dance circuit as one of the elites.

Your parents joked it was your contrariness that kept you going. Growing up, you’d never much liked hearing the word no – something your parents applauded and bemoaned in equal measure.

Hiking your bag higher, you turned to face your parents. “So, are you going to take a photo, or what?”

“A photo! Great idea.” Scanning the sidewalk, your mom found your dad. “Honey, come here! Honey! Hone – honestly,” she huffed, waving both arms overhead.

Finally, your dad noticed and hurried in your direction. “Have you seen the gargoyles?” he asked, clearly impressed. “The architecture of this building is incredible, Y/N. When you get settled, maybe you can find out for me who the builder –”

“Take the picture, darling,” said your mom, handing over the camera.

She moved beside you, hugging you tight enough to make breathing difficult. You were happy though, smiling brightly as your dad took the shot.

“Okay, okay,” you said, laughing after the tenth frame. “I think you guys have embarrassed me enough for one day, don’t you?”

“Debatable,” said your dad, grabbing your luggage to haul up the steps. “We’ve got to make up for all the days we won’t see you. You’re not coming home until the holidays, right? That’s a long time!”

At this, a small pang went through you and you nodded. He was right – your parents lived a plane flight away and you’d never been the wealthiest of households. You wouldn’t be able to return until three months from now, which was the longest you’d ever spent away from your family.

It was such a strange thought, you didn’t know what to do with it. As crazy as it was, since they often drove you crazy, you hadn’t ever lived far away from home and the thought made you sad. It was just another way your life was being upended.

As you entered the arched door of Grace Hall, your soon-to-be home, your head spun from the newness. In your small suburban town, you’d had a reputation. The best dancer, the straight-A student, the person with her act together – never mind what you did behind the scenes to make it appear that way. The point was, you were known.

Here, you were just another small fish thrown into the big pond. It wasn’t that you were a bad dancer – far from it – but here, everyone was the best. Everyone at Russet had passed the same bar, which meant the stakes would be higher than ever before. You had never danced under that kind of pressure and scrutiny.

Stomach churning, you once again wondered if you’d made the right choice. You’d been accepted into other Universities; ones without dance programs where you’d have a more secure future. Instead, you chose to pursue dance as a career.

It wasn’t that other majors were without risk or difficulty, but there was a certain physical and mental exhaustion associated with dance which most found to be a deterrent. You once had a teacher who said if you needed to think twice about dancing, you shouldn’t do it. Way too many people never made it to the top; if you weren’t prepared to make sacrifices for what you loved, then this wasn’t the path for you.

At the time, you hadn’t thought twice about your decision, but that was before the events of Senior year.

A week before the final dance competition of the season, your tendonitis grew so bad, you physically winced whenever you landed a jump. Your teachers finally caught on and forced you to see a doctor, who forbade you from dancing in the upcoming competition.

It had been the last one of the year; your final chance to compete and show everyone – well, someone – why you were considered the best. You went to the competition despite your injury, determined to cheer on your teammates, but something hollow settled into your chest as you watched, realizing your time on the stage would someday come to an end.

You realized how tenuous your body was and, by extension, your career. Of course, you’d known this before, but it had been your first time to face this knowledge head-on and it scared you. Tendonitis wasn’t something that went away, although it was a condition you could work through and manage. Still, your body would only get worse and although you knew you wanted to dance, now you had doubts.

As you stepped through the doors of Russet Academy, these doubts reared their ugly heads once again.

Hiking your bag further up on your shoulder, you plastered a smile on your face and pushed these thoughts away. That was last year. You were better now, fully recovered and approved to dance by your doctors. So long as you took care of yourself, there was nothing to fear.

More suitcases waited in the trunk of your dad’s rental car, but your roommate had already texted her arrival, so you headed upstairs. Noelle Carmichael was from California, a Sagittarius, had begun dancing at the age of three and loved caramel popcorn more than anything else in the world. All this information had been thrown at you during your first text conversation, which might have seemed like a lot, but after a summer of talking, you knew it to only be Noelle.

As you lugged your bag from the elevator – the singular service vehicle had been repurposed for move-in – a head poked itself from a room down the hall.

“Y/N?”

When you nodded, your roommate whooped and leapt into view.

“It’s me – Noelle!” she called.

She rushed to help you with your bags, chattering excitedly as you walked down the hall. Noelle’s move-in time had been yesterday, and her parents had already left, but they couldn’t wait to meet you the next time they visited.

You found her enthusiasm contagious and before long, most of your worries had been banished to the sidewalk outside. It felt like you’d known Noelle for much longer than the few months you talked over the summer. This greatly relieved you, since you’d been worried about making friends at Russet Academy.

Dancers weren’t always the friendliest, especially when it came to institutions like this. So much of dance was competition – competition for that ranking, that medal or that place in that dance company. It was hard to make teamwork a priority when so much of success was judged on the individual.

Noelle didn’t seem to think this way though, which helped ease some of your fears. You had both entered the ballet track at the Academy. You weren’t naturally a ballerina, but Russet recommended those who wanted to go into jazz or contemporary start with ballet. Smaller majors existed for tap and hip-hop, but those had never been your forte.

Meeting Noelle was enough for minimal tears to be shed while saying goodbye to your parents later that night. Your dad ended up crying, which of course set you off, but by the time they got in their rental car and turned the corner, you’d managed to mostly pull yourself together.

Noelle remained in the dorm while you said goodbye, lounging on her bed with a book in her lap.

You paused on the threshold of your room when you returned, taking in the strangeness of all your surroundings. Your old comforter on a lofted bed, your laptop perched on a strange desk, your clothes hung in an armoire. It was both strange and familiar; the sight of it brought tears to your eyes.

“Oh, no!” Noelle said, hopping down from her bed. “Don’t cry, Y/N! I only just stopped crying this morning. If you cry, then I’ll cry and people will think something terrible is happening here.”

You laughed when she hugged you, hugging her back in the middle of the room. It was comforting to know someone else felt this way; after a moment, you pulled back to wipe your eyes.

“I’m fine,” you groaned, shaking your head. “Damn. I didn’t expect that.”

“I know.” Noelle smiled. “I was so excited to leave I forgot that deep down, I’m a gigantic baby. Huge mama’s girl.”

Stifling a laugh, you crossed the room to grab a Kleenex.

“If it helps,” Noelle said. “Some girls down the hall are having people over tonight. We could go and meet some of our classmates before orientation starts tomorrow. It should be fun!”

“That does sound fun,” you said, and you meant it.

A few hours later, you found yourself seated on equally horrible carpet in a room down the hall. Several other freshmen were seated beside you, sharing similar parting stories, which lifted your spirits.

“I bawled,” said Irene, clutching her chest. “I’ve had this giant countdown in my calendar all summer. I crossed each day off with a marker and then suddenly, I’m here and I miss my sister. Pathetic.”

Noelle laughed. “I’m just glad I was part of yesterday’s move-in day. It means only half of you heard my gigantic breakdown last night. Mad embarrassing. Pretty sure I told my brother I love him.” She shuddered. “He’s only supposed to get that honor on his birthday!”

The room cracked up, another girl chiming in and you swirled your cup, happily buzzed from the drink in your hand. You hadn’t had alcohol many times before, but it seemed appropriate for a night of new experiences. No one here was drinking to get drunk, since orientation began tomorrow, but some social lubricant tended to help in times like this.

Ballet wouldn’t start until Monday morning, so this was your last chance for a while to indulge. It wasn’t that you couldn’t drink during the semester, but you’d learned the hard way hangovers made for terrible class the next day. You’d only done it once before deciding to ban the idea of alcohol the night before dancing.

The other girls on your floor did their best to put you at ease. Aside from your roommate, there were five other girls who’d congregated in the room.

Ari and Jasmine lived in the room you all sat in. Ari lived within driving distance of the city, had the largest collection of gel pens you’d ever seen and had started dancing later in life (at age ten), which made it all the more impressive that she’d gotten in. Jasmine was from a tiny city in the south and was also a studio dancer; you recognized her the moment she spoke, having run into her as a teacher’s assistant at a dance convention you went to.

Also present were Irene, a ballerina from Chicago and Lia, who was on the hip-hop track. They were also roommates and although you probably wouldn’t have many classes with Lia, orientation tomorrow would be the same. As you got to know them better, the bubble of trepidation in your chest slowly deflated. Everyone here seemed nice – intense, but not as though they were out to get anyone.

As though conjured into being by your very thought, a girl appeared in the door.

She was tall, slim and had her hair pulled back in a French twist. Everything about her screamed ballerina, from her light blue warm-ups to her arched expression. The moment she appeared on the threshold, several people in the room quieted.

Noticing this, you glanced at her with renewed interest. It seemed the girl’s reputation preceded her, but you honestly had no idea who she was. Rather than introduce herself though, the girl merely sighed.

“I thought I heard something,” she said, her tone piqued.

Forcing a smile to her lips, Jasmine rose from the floor. “Hey, Sabrina!” she said, making her tone bright. “We were just getting to know one another. Did you change your mind about coming? We have room if you want to join.”

Despite her forced smile, you detected a glimmer of want beneath Jasmine’s words. Clearly, this Sabrina was considered a big deal. Jasmine’s hopes were immediately crushed the second Sabrina opened her mouth.

“No, thanks,” she said, her gaze sweeping the room. “I need to get to sleep soon. I want to wake up early and get in a quick barre before breakfast.”

Noelle, seated beside you, stared at Sabrina in amazement. “You already have access to rooms?”

Sabrina turned; a faint, amused smile crossed her lips. “Yeah. I went to Russet Prep. I’ve known most of the teachers here for years.”

Hearing this, your stomach sank to the floor. You’d known, of course, there was a feeder school into Russet Ballet Academy. You’d received the same audition letter many years ago, but the cost and distance had been too much for your family to consider.

While you’d understood the fact that you’d be amongst great dancers, you hadn’t thought specifically about Russet Prep ballerinas. Sabrina’s presence instantly dampened your mood, since the way she glanced at you confirmed what you already knew.

She had a leg-up, she knew it and she wouldn’t hesitate to use it.

Leaning back on the futon, you slowly sipped your drink. “Did you just come here to say that?” you asked. “Or did you want something else?”

Multiple heads turned to face you. Irene’s lips twitched and beside you, Noelle let out a laugh. Based on their reactions, you got the feeling that Sabrina wasn’t very well-liked by her peers.

Smile vanishing, Sabrina met your gaze. “That was all,” she said. “Just wanted to ask if you could keep it down. Some of us are trying to take this opportunity seriously.”

With that, she turned and stalked from the room. The door slammed shut behind her and silence lingered – until Noelle snorted and others began to laugh.

“Some of us are trying to take this opportunity seriously,” Noelle mimicked, rolling her eyes. “Give me a break. Like we all didn’t bleed into our pointe shoes to be here.”

The rest nodded in agreement and slowly, the conversation shifted to other topics. Although you joined in, uncertainty lingered in the back of your mind. It seemed some of dance’s cattiness had followed you after all. You weren’t truly surprised by this; after all, you were barely three months older than you’d been in high school. It was too much to expect people to become adults overnight.

Still, at least there was one cause for celebration this evening. The fact that you’d arrived at Russet meant you no longer had to compete against your most fierce rival.

For the next four years, Park Jimin, utter bane of your existence, would be nowhere in sight.

Early the next morning, you stood in line for registration at Danley Hall and awaited your schedule.

“Honestly.” Noelle stood on her toes to peer down the hall. “Why do they insist on handing these things out in person? We could easily get them online and skip all this nonsense.”

“We need to take our ID card photos,” you pointed out. “But yeah, it sucks. You’d think they could’ve at least assigned us time slots.”

“Dancers.” Noelle shook her head. “Great at conceptualizing abstract choreography – not so great at administrative tasks.”

You laughed, facing forward as the line started to move. It stopped shortly thereafter, as did you, rearranging the bag on your shoulder. You recognized several people from last night and waved hello to them all, receiving greetings in turn.

When your phone vibrated in your pocket, you jumped in surprise. Pulling it free, you smiled when you saw the name of your boyfriend.

“Oooo.” Noelle peered over your shoulder. “Who’s that? Boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, swatting her arm as you opened his text. “It’s my boyfriend, Finn.”

“Finn’s a good name.” Noelle moved forward in line. “Strong. Noble. Damn, though – are you two doing long distance? Brave souls.”

“No – thank god. Finn’s at Redfield University. His orientation was last week, so we’re planning to meet up later tonight.”

“Redfield? That’s so close!” Noelle gushed. “Wow, you two are so lucky. And Redfield is a great school, too. I wholeheartedly approve.”

“Well, as long as you do,” you laughed.

“What’s he saying? Wishing you luck with registration?”

“That, and asking where I want to get dinner tonight.”

“Sickeningly cute. I’d be jealous if I weren’t such a great person.”

You snorted, about to respond when someone called your name.

“Y/L/N, Y/N?”

Head jerking up, you saw a man at the office waving you forward. It seemed your time had finally come.

“That’s me!” you said, stepping from line.

The first stop at registration were two, tiny desks set before the main office. Past these, you could see someone finishing up their student photo. A bright flash went off, momentary blinding as you winced and faced forward.

“Here you go!” you said, placing your paperwork down. “Everything should be in order.”

The paperwork man barely nodded, grabbing the folder to rifle through. He seemed content to take his time and you quickly grew bored, glancing around the lobby. Much of your class was waiting in line, looking amusingly enough like a middle school dance. There hadn’t been general orientation yet, so most people had only met those in their (single-sex) dorm last night. Groups of boys and girls awkwardly faced off from across the hall.

While you waited, you began to size people up. It was unintentional, but you knew you’d be paired with someone for ballet and it seemed better to get a head start than not. Most people were unfamiliar to you, and you’d made no meaningful progress when a new voice said your name.

“Y/N?”

Freezing in place, you continued to stare at the hallway before you.

You knew that voice. It was one you could’ve identified in the depths of Tartarus itself – which honestly, was the only place you’d imagined hearing said voice again, since it belonged to Park Jimin. Top hellion of the underworld.

Slowly, you turned and had your worst suspicions confirmed.

Park Jimin stared back at you in the hall.

He wore a jean jacket, white t-shirt and golden sunglasses perched on his head, despite being indoors. Every part of his attire screamed pretentious, but no one around you seemed to notice. Instead, a buzz spread over the crowd as more and more people realized who you were talking to.

Before you could compose yourself, you demanded, “What are you doing here, Park?”

Jimin’s smile disappeared. Slowly, he walked forward and closed the distance between you.

“So, you’re not even going to try and be pleasant?” he asked, coming to a stop. Casually, he looked you up and down. “Surprised to see you here. Thought you’d stopped dancing, or something.”

Subconsciously, your hands balled into fists. Jimin had a way of getting under your skin that no one else did – even though admittedly, you could’ve just said hello. You didn’t have to act like he was the anti-Christ, even if he was.

“I didn’t stop dancing,” you said to him through gritted teeth. “You know that perfectly well.”

Jimin shrugged. “How was I supposed to know that? The last time I saw you, you were limping around like you were on your last legs. I just assumed.”

“I… was not limping,” you said with as much dignity as you could muster.

“Weren’t you on crutches?”

“My doctor made me use those!”

“Aha!” Jimin grinned, triumphant. “So, you were injured.”

“I had tendonitis,” you shot back. “Hardly fatal, Park. I’m fine now.”

“Right.” Jimin glanced at your feet. “Hope it doesn’t come back.”

From anyone else, you might’ve taken the words at face value, but this was Jimin. He’d never wished for your success before, so it would be foolish to imagine otherwise now.

Gaze hardening, you took another step forward until you stood nose-to-nose. Well, nose to chin was more like it. Jimin had grown since you first began competing against one another. You remembered a time when you both were the same height. This had once been a source of great amusement for you, choosing to stand directly before him at awards ceremonies.

You opened your mouth to tell him off when the paperwork man said your name again.

“That’s me!” you blurted, spinning around.

Jimin would have to wait, you decided as you strode forward. The paperwork man looked at you in alarm, clearly not used to having such enthusiastic participants.

“Uh, I know,” he said slowly. “You confirmed your name earlier. The photographer is ready,” he added, nodding towards the room Jimin had vacated.

Cheeks burning, you accepted your paperwork and nodded. Although you purposefully didn’t look at Jimin as you left, you could feel him smirking at you from behind.

Refusing to give him the time of day, you brushed past – or you would’ve, but the space was too small for dramatics. You nearly elbowed him in the spleen as you went, forced to squeeze against the wall in an undignified fashion.

Still, you didn’t look back as you entered the ID office. Some of your anger became transparent in your photo-taking, though – this much was obvious when you were handed your ID. Staring at this in horror, you remained frozen in the hall when Noelle finished and joined you.

“Oh, shit,” she said, glancing at your ID. “I feel a lot better about my photo now.”

“Hey!” you said, hand curling around the photo.

Despite this, you laughed, since she was right. On a scale of model to mug shot, your ID was definitely on the latter end.

As you walked away, you shook your head and shoved the ID in your bag. In the corner of one eye, you could see Jimin lingering while he talked with other students. You recognized no one in his group, except for a guy you thought you’d seen on YouTube. Hope on the Street, or something. Probably on the hip-hop track.

“Seriously, though.” Noelle looked at you sympathetically. “What happened? Photographer tell you he was going to murder your family?”

“Ugh, no,” you groaned. “Just got in my own head.”

“Uh-huh. And the fact that you were talking to Park Jimin right before had nothing to do with it?”

Blinking, you glanced at her in surprise. “You saw that?”

“Kind of.” Noelle looked a bit guilty. “I mean, it’s hard not to notice Park Jimin wandering the halls.”

You couldn’t help but scowl at this.

It was unprofessional, but your feud with Jimin went back so far, it was hard for you to be completely impartial. Your rivalry had begun when you’d both been picked to demonstrate the combination at NUVO dance convention and Jimin had tripped you while in the front row. He’d apologized afterwards, claiming ignorance, but you’d seen enough of his dancing by then to know Jimin didn’t make mistakes.

He’d tripped you on purpose.

Jimin was known on the competitive dance circuit, like you, but he had an almost cult-like following on YouTube and TikTok. Rumor had it, he’d been asked to join Ariana Grande on tour the previous summer, which was why you’d thought for sure you were rid of him. It seemed this was no longer the case.

“Yeah,” you grumbled as you neared Jimin in the hall. “He’s here, alright.”

Noelle hid a smile. “You don’t like him.”

“He’s an ass.”

“Yeah, he does,” said Noelle, gazing wistfully at his butt as you passed.

“Noelle!” you snorted. “That’s not what I said.”

“Huh?” Blinking innocently, she returned to you. “Oh, you said – oh. Sorry. Though you said something different.”

The smile she gave was incorrigible though and, despite your best interests, you laughed.

“I mean, he does have a nice butt,” Noelle argued. “Come on, Y/N. You have to admit that,” she continued once you were out of earshot.

“Hadn’t noticed.”

“Liar.”

“I mean, he’s a dancer!” you sputtered. “We all have nice butts.”

“Valid counter-argument,” Noelle said as you walked outside. “But seriously, he’s not a good guy?”

Paused on the sidewalk, you turned to glance at the building. Danley Hall rose above you; the location of class every day for the foreseeable future. Some of that now felt tainted by the prospect of seeing Jimin every day, as well.

With a sigh, you met Noelle’s gaze. “No,” you said at last. “We were rivals all throughout high school and believe me, there aren’t enough terrible superlatives to describe Park Jimin. He’s the most annoying, most childish, least humble–”

“–biggest suck-up, least trustworthy, mind-numbing idiot,” you finished, stabbing your salad with a fork.

Finn laughed at you from across the table. By this point, your feud with Jimin was old news to him. Shaking his head, curly brown hair flopped into his gaze.

“Damn, Y/N,” he said sympathetically. “That sucks. Can’t believe that jerk had the audacity to follow you to Russet. Sounds to me like he can’t get enough of you.”

Ignoring this, you rolled your eyes. “Believe me, it’s not that. Park Jimin doesn’t care about anyone but himself. It’s just Russet, you know? The most prestigious dance academy in the country. I just don’t understand how I didn’t know this,” you sighed, still troubled by the thought. “How come I didn’t know he’d be in the freshman class?”

“I don’t know.” Finn shrugged. “Maybe he doesn’t have a Facebook?”

Most of the freshman class had connected on Facebook, at least before someone made a What’s App chat for the group. Finn was probably right about Jimin not giving out his social media.

“That’s probably true,” you grumbled. “But still.”

Finn laughed at your expression. Reaching across the table, he squeezed your hand in his. “Hey,” he said gently. “You beat him for what – four years? So, this is just another four years of putting him in his place. You’ll be fine.”

He was right, although in all honesty, Jimin had won about fifty percent of the time against you. It was one of the reasons you’d pushed yourself so hard in high school.

“You’re right,” you said, somewhat mollified.

“Of course, I am,” Finn said, letting go of your hand. “You’re talking to a man who put his loft bed together alone. By hand.”

You looked at him in alarm. “Did you at least use the manual?”

“Please, Y/N. Men don’t use manuals. We don’t believe in them, much as we don’t believe in cleaning, cooking, or coming in second.”

“Gross,” you groaned, throwing a cherry tomato at him. “Worst ad ever for the male sex. Besides, it’s not true – I beat Jimin in dance plenty of times.”

“Oh, come on,” Finn laughed. “He doesn’t count.”

Something about the way he said this made you sit a bit straighter. Finn resumed cutting into his steak, but you continued to stare at him across the table.

“What do you mean by that?”

Finn looked up in surprise. “Well, you know. It’s not like he’s super manly.”

You stared at him, bewildered.

“I mean, he wears tights, Y/N.”

At this, your eyes narrowed. It wasn’t like you were Jimin’s biggest fan – you despised him, actually – but Finn’s argument was just stupid, even if he meant it as a joke.

“And?” You tilted your head. “He also bench-presses women above his head for fun. Are you being serious? Just because he –”

“Whoa, wait – I was kidding,” Finn said, looking stricken. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just meant it as a joke, you know, since you hate the guy. Truce?”

You hesitated, still miffed, but ultimately deciding it wasn’t worth it. Finn truly looked sorry and this was Jimin, after all. Not that this made it better, but sometimes you grew tired of lecturing your boyfriend. Sometimes, it was just easier to let things go.

“I – yeah,” you said after a long pause. “Fine. Truce.”

“Come on.” Finn smiled and reached for your hand again. “You’re not really mad, are you?” He looked hopefully at you from beneath his curls. “Jimin’s the worst. What’s got you this upset?”

Sexism and toxic masculinity, you wanted to say, but he was right. This was Jimin and you hated that guy. It felt kind of weird to want to defend him to your boyfriend.

Still, though. Finn’s comment was annoying; it was one thing for you to insult Jimin. You did it based on Jimin’s merit, his talent, and the way he kept beating you. You’d never once insulted Jimin because of his gender. In the oddest of ways, it felt like your boyfriend had insulted you when he put down male dancers.

“I’m just annoyed by the whole situation,” you said at last, settling on a half-truth. “I hate the fact that Jimin won our bet.”

Finn nodded in sympathy, settling back in his seat to eat the rest of his meal.

You stared at your salad, no longer as hungry as you had been before. Remembering the bet had thoroughly ruined your appetite.

The bet had been made Senior year, a consequence of years of competition with no real declared winner. Jimin had been the one who suggested it, albeit after you goaded him into it.

It had been your first competition of the season and you’d taken home the top trophy – First Overall in the Senior solo category. Jimin had come in second and when you met backstage, both holding your awards, you’d come to a stop to size one another up.

“Nice trophy,” Jimin said, his tone dripping with derision.

“Right?” Turning it over, you examined it. “Not sure where I’ll put it, though. My shelves at home are pretty full.”

“I think you’ll be fine,” Jimin said. “Competition is pretty stiff this season. I doubt you’ll win again.”

“Are you referring to yourself as my competition, Park?”

“Who else?”

“I wouldn’t worry about me,” you said, stepping closer. “After all, I beat you today. I can do it again.”

“Really?” He smirked. “What competitions are you going to this season?”

You told him, listing them off one by one without looking away.

Jimin listened and nodded. “I’ll be at four of those. How about a bet, then? Whoever wins First Overall at three of the five competitions declares themselves the winner.”

“Hm. What’s the catch?”

“No catch.”

You paused, considering the implications of such a bet. “I don’t get it, though. What does the winner win?”

“Uh, our rivalry? Bragging rights for eternity? Pride? Take your pick, Y/N.”

“Pride,” you said with a snort. “Like you have any of that.”

“I don’t. Let me win it.”

You had to clamp your lips together to keep from laughing; it would’ve ruined your image to laugh at your declared enemy’s joke.

“Alright, fine,” you said with a shake of your head. “But here’s what I want in return – are you listening, Park?”

“Trying to.”

“At the end of this season – when I win – I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me I’m the better dancer.”

Jimin’s smile widened. “And what if I win?”

“Impossible. But if you do,” you allowed. “I’ll tell you you’re the better dancer. Deal?”

“Deal.”

And that had been that.

Shaking your head, you returned yourself to the present and took another bite of your salad.

“We were tied,” you said, the same anger returning. “Jimin had won twice and I had won twice. It wasn’t fair that he just got to win because I forfeited the last competition. I was injured!”

Finn nodded in agreement, just as he had every other time you’d told him this story.

Feeling a little bit guilty, you pushed your tirade aside and tried to focus on dinner. A bet from Senior year wasn’t really important in the long run. All that mattered was that you and Jimin had ended up at the same place.

Still – you couldn’t help but worry he’d pop up one day to make good on the promise. You still hadn’t told him he was the better dancer; it’d be even more humiliating to do so now, surrounded by all your classmates from Russet.

“Anyways,” you said with a sigh. “Enough about him. How was your day?”

Finn began a story about the supposed shower-caddy thief on his floor and you settled back, nodding and laughing at all the right times. Listening to Finn talk was comforting. He reminded you of home, of family dinners and long drives and date nights at the movie theatre.

Being in his presence felt like second semester Senior year – that invincible feeling of knowing where you were headed and feeling unstoppable. Having him in the city made the transition to Russet slightly less terrifying. He was your single known in a future of unknowns.

Well, except for Jimin. Jimin was also known, but in the opposite way. The thought of him was anything but calming; he made your jaw clench, blood pound and heart start to race.

Even in looks, Jimin was the complete opposite of Finn. Where Finn had floppy, brown curls, Jimin’s blonde hair was usually swept back from his face. Finn was a light-hearted guy, always talking with his hands and laughing at nothing, whereas Jimin was nothing but intense. Every time you saw him at competitions, he was either practicing or sleeping. There was no in-between.

Finn took things one day at a time, which was something you envied. You always felt you were hurtling towards something, the days passing by too quickly to do everything that you wanted. It was part of what made you a good couple, you decided. Finn took things slowly and you sped him up.

Aside from his major, Finn’s future was wide open. He had no real direction other than to learn and have fun, which you also envied. As much as you wanted to have fun at Russet, you knew there wasn’t much time on your chosen career path. Each second counted and you couldn’t afford to waste one.

Starting that night.

Finn walked with you back to campus, dropping you off at Grace Hall with a lingering kiss. It became more heated than you anticipated, each of you panting when you broke things off to head inside. It had been a week since he’d come to Redfield, which was the longest you’d been apart since you lost your virginity to Finn at the start of the summer.

The sex had been good as of late, but Noelle was inside and you had no desire to hook up with your boyfriend in the bushes outside your dorm.

Once you’d returned, you collapsed on your futon and groaned when you read the schedule for tomorrow.

Noelle laughed from her bed. “Copson’s ballet class?”

“Copson’s ballet class,” you agreed with a sigh.

Vlad Copson was known, even to the incoming freshmen. He was a brilliant dancer and choreographer, but utterly terrifying as a teacher. Rumor had it every freshman was assigned to him their first year just to lower the class number from eighty to seventy.

You didn’t believe this, of course, but that didn’t keep your insides from churning. As you tried to fall sleep later that night, you realized with certainty that this was a beginning. Everything you’d done before now, everything you’d once achieved no longer mattered.

Everyone at Russet was on the same foot and all that mattered was what lay before you. Not at all cheered by this thought, you pulled up your covers and eventually fell asleep.

Vlad Copson turned out to be exactly what you had pictured; an immaculate man with a stern demeanor, wearing the exact same dress code he expected of his students.

He stood before the class the next morning, next to the stereo with both hands clasped before him.

“Welcome,” he said, looking over his students. “I’m Vlad Copson, but you may call me Mr. Vlad for the duration of class. This is Ballet, Level 1.”

Approximately twenty faces stared back, caught in a mixture of certain awe and terror. You knew yourself to be among them, standing at the back of the room with Irene and Noelle. You’d been relieved to find them both in your classes, since there were two other schedules they could’ve been sorted into.

Unfortunately for you though, prep school Sabrina and hellion Jimin were also part of your schedule. They stood at the front on the opposite side and you did your best not to look at them, knowing no good would come from it.

Everyone in class was dressed exactly the same. The women wore leotards, buns, ballet belts, tights and pointe shoes. By this stage in your career, you were expected to do the entirety of ballet class on pointe. There had been much rosin-ing and banging of shoes before the class had started.

“Thank you to those who were on time,” Mr. Vlad said, casting a pointed glance at a boy near the front. Said boy had entered the room a few seconds after 8:00 AM. “For today, I’ll be lenient and let everyone stay. From now on though, class will start promptly on the hour. Those who aren’t ready will be asked to leave and come back when they can respect my time. Understood?”

A ripple of voices chorused yes.

“Good.” Mr. Vlad arched a brow. “You may have heard I’m a tough teacher. This is true. I am hard on my students, since you’re expected to be the best. Do you know how many applications Russet received this year alone? Nearly two thousand, and these were only from those who felt qualified to apply. Russet is a once in a lifetime opportunity, so I expect everyone who enters my classroom to act like it.”

Listening to him speak sent a bead of sweat down your neck. Although he didn’t say it specifically, you knew what Mr. Vlad meant. There were two thousand qualified individuals waiting to take your place if you failed. And that didn’t even include other students at the Academy, or even other dancers who waited out in the real world.

“For those who make it to the end, this will be a life-changing event.” Mr. Vlad paused. “There are teachers here who are far better than I – and I’m considered to be one of the best in the world. You’ll be pushed to your limits, but you’ll also grow at a tremendous pace. We gave you a spot because we believe in each of you. Prove us wrong, though,” he warned. “And that will be that.”

A lingering silence fell and in that quiet, you and Noelle glanced at each other. Again, you were glad for a friendly face. The entire speech would’ve been unbearable without one.

The boy who’d been late was as red as a tomato, clearly embarrassed at having been singled out. You would’ve felt bad, except you knew it wouldn’t be the last time Mr. Vlad put someone on the spot. The attention could easily swing to you before the end of class.

“That’s enough chit-chat, I think.” Mr. Vlad turned towards the stereo. “We’ll start at the barre.”

No one moved and once he’d reached the music, he arched a brow. “Why is everyone still standing in the center, gawking? Barre!”

Had you been watching from outside, it might’ve seemed comical how quickly everyone scattered. You and Noelle chose a barre near the front, setting water bottles down and moving to stand at the center.

Placing yourself in first position, you turned your head and surveyed yourself in the mirror.

“Eyes on me, not the mirror!” Mr. Vlad called, forcing your gaze his way. “Before we get started, I’ll assign your ballet partners for the semester. You won’t do anything with them until across the floor, but I hate to disrupt our flow later on. When I call your name, raise your hand.”

Your heart sank as you turned to face forward.

This was something you’d known was coming. Ballet partnering was part of the set first year curriculum, but you’d been under the severe misimpression you’d be allowed to choose your own partner. Information on the process had been limited and you’d heard conflicting accounts from upperclassman before your arrival. Apparently, the teachers did something different each year.

“Ahn, Irene!”

Irene raised her hand, waiting awkwardly to hear her partner’s name.

“Olson, Brian! You two are partners.”

The red-faced late boy looked at Irene in alarm, then nodded. Irene nodded as well, lowering her hand and Noelle winced.

“Sucks,” she muttered beneath her breath. “Already paired with trouble.”

Privately, you agreed. It’d be unfortunate to be partnered with someone who’d already been singled out. You could only hope your assigned partner would be better than that.

Mr. Vlad turned. “Y/L/N, Y/N!”

Your hand immediately lifted, waiting for what seemed like forever, until –

“Park, Jimin!”

Author’s Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIMIN! Thank you for reading 😊 New chapters of Raise the Barre will be posted weekly; dates are listed on the series Master List. Requests for updates will be deleted.

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dewipersikkk · 4 years ago

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Daily Rivamika Fanfics Recommendations : Day 2

Theme : Modern AU (PART 1)

Collide by eplrluieett

Rating : M

Summary : A series of one-shots, stand alones, and drabbles dedicated to Levi and Mikasa.

Review : Collection of "chef kiss" one-shots of Rivamika. The one-shots are heartwarming (some angsty) and I love to read it! The first one-shot has an Ackerbaby and it's emotional and super cute.

The other agent Ackerman by @alienheartattack

Rating : M (SMUT)

Summary : Mikasa, an up-and-coming agent at the Bureau of Intelligence, has an enormous crush on the top spy at her agency. When she's paired with him on her latest mission, she finds out a lot more about the other Agent Ackerman than she bargained for.

An accidental encounter by seekingtomorrow

Rating : General

Summary : Mikasa has to steal Levi's cravat for a sorority initiation, but she gets caught.

Review : Some of of my Rivamika reading lists in the past :). College AU! I love the author's works.

Roomates by seekingtomorrow

Rating : Teen

Summary : Sometimes Armin loves his roommates, loves living with Mikasa and Eren. And sometimes, Armin wishes he could live with anyone but a sex-starved fitness buff and a pyromaniac.

Review : FUNNIEST FANFIC THAT I EVER READ! Some Aruannie crumbs too!

The Million Dollar Man by volti

Rating : M

Summary : “You never thought love was selfish before.”

“I never thought we had a way out.”

Mikasa’s mother arranges for her to marry millionaire Levi to settle a debt/financial problems. Mikasa hates the idea and has no feelings for Levi, who is in love with her, but goes through with it for the sake of saving her family.

Review : OMG I CAN'T GET BORED READING THIS FIC FOR THOUSAND TIMES! HEART-BREAKING, TEAR-JERKING AND I'M SO EMOTIONAL READING THIS AAAA!!! At least, Mikasa learns to love Levi right?

Textbook notes by KawaiiCaptain

Rating : General

Summary : Levi and Mikasa are in the same class, unfortunately they have to share a textbook, though some things start to change as time progresses.

The taste of pomegranate by @alienheartattack

Rating : Teen

Summary : Mikasa Ackerman has just landed her first big role, dancing a pas de deux in a showcase for Erwin Smith’s dance company, but the partner he’s chosen for her is driving her insane. Ballet AU!

Mint Tea and Post-its by monidon

Rating : General

Summary : Mikasa isn’t sure when the first note appeared on her desk, but it was clearly from someone who knew her- or at least knew she preferred her tea hot and plain. Deaf!Mikasa

Review : I love Monidon's fanfics so much and I remember monidon always post up her crochets Rivamika featuring Baby Izumi and Erwin.

Pure dawn by sulkyfuckingcat

Rating : Explicit (SMUT)

Summary : It's a late evening on Christmas eve. Mikasa thought it would be like any other night: close the coffee-shop, watch TV and go to bed. What happens when a regular customer decides to stay a bit longer...

Can I Get Your Name, Please? by robin_jonahs

Rating : Teen

Summary : Levi works at a busy coffee shop with Hanji, along with others. Hanji is in a great mood, and Levi is not. Hanji knows Levi's got a thing for that customer, and Levi doesn't want to admit it.

Astringent on the Tongue by @alienheartattack

Rating : M

Summary : Levi's favorite customer at his tea shop has been away for a few weeks, and he misses her terribly.

Spicy : Jalapeno by Hallow17

Rating : M

Summary : Mikasa has worked something up just for Levi- in the form of some sexy lingerie. This leads to something sexy for the both of them!

Cultivating Happiness by thedrunkenwerewolf

Rating : Teen

Summary : Mikasa asks Levi for help fixing her garden, which leads to something more.

White noise and blue shadows by @valya-azucena

Rating : Teen

Summary : Levi is a 31-year-old office worker by day, and a video game addict by night. He doesn't have many friends, but while playing he meets Mikasa, a mysterious girl who threatens to surpass his gaming statistics.

The Sound of Lightning by @lychee-green-tea

Rating : M

Note : Incomplete

Summary : Levi has always known that someday, a day like this might come. A day that will shatter the peace that he has come to know. Peace is a fickle thing, after all, and never lasts. But it is the culmination of a hard earned life, of finding that one human who he chose to spend the rest of his days with, of bringing some actual light into the world instead of away from it, that leads him to this thought: whoever is dumb enough to come after humanity’s strongest pair, bring it the fuck on.

Or, the one where Levi and Mikasa are badass protective parents.

...........

END OF PART 1

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andysbubba · 4 years ago

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friends [ two ]

-> steve’s your best friend. you know damn well that won’t change. [ also you’re really stubborn in this au and steve has to deal with that ]

AKA two idiots in love but one doesn't want to admit it

link to chapter one | two | three | four |

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

10 years later, 2020

“How is it going with you two?” Bucky sips his coffee as he sits across you and Steve.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean?”

“I would’ve expected a wedding invitation by now from both of you,” He looks at the two of you pointedly.

You choke on your latte and then glanced at Steve. “Seriously?”

Steve glances back at you and laughed, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

Bucky bursts out in laughter. “Shit. That was priceless!”

“Oh shut up, Buck.” Steve rolls his eyes at his friend.

“Yeah, Barnes. We’re just friends,” You nudge Steve with your shoulder. “Right, Steve?”

Steve shrugs and nods, leaning in front and picking up a fork to cut into his slice of chicken pie. “Yeah,”

Jesus. What was that stinging pain in your heart?

Steve left for the washroom and it was just you and Bucky.

“Bitch move, Y/N.”

You look at Bucky cluelessly. “What did I do?”

“That guy is hopelessly in love with you and you just told him that you two are just friends.” He pointedly says.

You roll your eyes in reply. “You’re exaggerating. He’s not hopelessly in love with me, Buck.”

“Say that to his lost, sad, depressed puppy dog face whenever you get into a new relationship.” Bucky kicks your leg under the table.

“You’re just bullshitting now, Barnes.”

There was no way Bucky was right. Your mum’s told you the same thing, so did Steve’s parents. And then there was Natasha who said something along the lines too. Lets not forget Sam either.

Steve being in love with you? That’s just impossible.

“You shouldn’t deny the truth, Y/L/N.”

Steve walks back to the table. “Deny what?”

You turn to Steve in slight surprise before you quickly recovered. “Bucky was just saying some things about-”

“-About how you’ve been in love with Y/N since you were kids,” Bucky interrupts you.

Steve blushes immediately, the pink flowing up to his pale cheeks and he stuttered a little. “W-what?”

You step on Bucky’s toes with your boots and glare at him. His knee shoots up and hits the table as he groans in pain.

You turned to Steve and smiled kindly, “Nope, Bucky was just playing with you,”

Steve nods and settles back on the seat beside you.

You thought to yourself while the two guys chat about yesterday’s baseball game.

Steve gets sad when you get into a new relationship? And then he gets awkward when you say that you two are just friends.

Damn it, Bucky.

But Steve’s just being Steve. He’s always awkward... right?

“I’m not even kidding, Nat. Like seriously, Steve? Liking me?” You huff.

“Think about it this way,” She was lying on the couch, her legs resting on your lap. “He has a lot of flings and ex girlfriends. But why did none of them last long?”

You look down at her. “Because he hasn’t found the right person?”

Natasha shrugs. “That could be one. But you two already act like a couple.” She shifted and sits up straight, turning to you seriously. “He’s looking around for something he already has. Except, it isn’t official.”

You were meeting Natasha so you ended up leaving the guys earlier at the cafe. Apparently, they were planning on having some guys night with Sam.

You frown at Natasha. “We don’t act like a couple.”

Nat raised an eyebrow at you with a ‘really’ expression. “You cuddle, you know what each other like and dislikes, he spends money on you, you spend money on him and you sleep together on the same bed.”

“Isn’t that the norm for best friends?”

Tasha rolls her eyes. “You don’t see Sam kiss my forehead before he goes home or see Bucky buy me an iPad, now, do you?”

“I’ve known Steve since I was one.” You pointed out.

This topic was seriously making you think like crazy. You didn’t even know you acted like a couple with Steve. Like seriously???

“Valid point. But do you really think his exes give a shit about that when he helps you put on your coat and shit?”

“But-”

Natasha laughs at you, completely stopping your speech. “Denial is not a good look on you, sweetie.”

You sigh as Nat stands up and heads into the kitchen.

She comes back out with two bottles of beer. “Listen, Y/N. All I’m saying is, maybe you don’t see it but everyone around you sees what’s going on.” She settles beside you on the couch. “Your brain just functions at a slower rate than others.”

You gasp and smack her arm harshly. “Rude!”

Nat bursts out in laughter before calming down and snuggled into you. “Just, if it’s meant to be, it will happen someday. Forcing things will only make it worse.”

“Does he really sulk when I get into relationships?” You rest your head on top of Natasha’s.

“Yeap!”

You sigh again. “Okay then, why do my relationships not last long?”

“Because the intimacy you want with said partner is already something you share with Steve.” Nat stops and tried to think of a way to convey her thoughts. “Minus the kisses and sex.”

You sighed for what seemed like the nth time that day. “Alright lets change topics. How are your ballet lessons going?”

You had some guy named Jake over at your place a few days after your girls night with Nat. It was just a one night thing and he was already in the corridor outside your apartment when Steve appeared from the stairs, slightly breathless.

You see his face drop when he sees the guy standing outside your door. Wait- why have you never seen that before? It wasn’t the first time Steve came over while there was a guy at your apartment?

Fuckfuckfuck. Damn it, Bucky. And Natasha.

“Hey, Steve.” You turn to Jake, or was it Jacob? “Bye, Joseph.”

Said guy just looks at you in shock. “It’s John.”

“Yeah, potato, potahto.” You flashed him a grim smile before dragging Steve into your apartment and leaving the John in the corridor.

“I’ll make breakfast?” You ask Steve, already making your way to the kitchen.

He follows closely behind you. “I’ll help. What do you want?”

“Mom’s congee?”

Steve looks at you in shock. “You’re the best.”

“I know, Stevie.” You wink at him. “Just fry the chicken. And cut the onions, please, I beg you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Steve hurriedly washed his hand and took whatever he needed from the fridge.

“You wanna call the others to hang out?”

Steve shrugs, “Up to you. But you call. I just washed my hands.”

You took out your phone and shoot a text to the groupchat. The one with Sam, Nat and Bucky.

Y/N: congee day

Y/N: no beer no entry.

Sam: OOOO

Nat: beer and congee? seriously?

Y/N: hey, no one’s forcing you to come nat ??

Sam: there in an hour. with beer.

Bucky: is steve making his fried chiken

Y/N: yeah

Nat: fine i’ll be there with bucky in 20 mins

Y/N: bring gummy bears please thank you ily

Steve glanced down at his smartwatch at raised his brows at your last text.

“Gummy bears, really?”

“Gummy bears and beer is literally the best thing Stevie,” You snort, “But of course you wouldn’t know since you’re an old hag, Steven.”

Steve gasps, looking at you in shock. “Did you just-”

You smirk at him, casually walking to the fridge. “You know I did, Rogers.”

You looked inside the fridge, completely not noticing that Steve was already behind you.

You turn around after grabbing a can of Schwepps from the fridge. You jumped seeing Steve towering right behind you. “Jesus, Steve.”

“You wanna try that again?” He held his hands up on both sides of the fridge, eyes twinkling playfully.

You shake your head and pointed at him. “None of the food war crap. I had to clean up the mess the last time.”

Steve gazed down at you. “You better take it back if you don’t want a new mess to clean up.”

You took the time to look at him– really look at him.

Steve's hot, and goodlooking. You’ve already known that. But have you ever really looked at him?

How there’s that weird drain between his brows when he’s frowning, or how his chin is like a shade darker than the rest of his face. There’s a spot on his cheek and his forehead. You’ve never really noticed them before. His eyes always had a shine. The only time you saw it dull was at his dad’s funeral and then again when Sarah Rogers passed away about 4 years after. Your parents took him in straight afterwards.

Those blue eyes are always so intense. Whether he’s trying to get a thread into the needle or reading Paper Towns, Steve’s eyes are so goddamn intense. Like he’s trying to burn a hole through the pages of that stupid book.

“You’re staring,” He noted, even though his eyes were deeply staring into you too.

“You’re staring,” You dutifully told him in return.

“I’m looking,” You see his eyes glancing down to your lips quickly and then back into your eyes.

Your eyes shifted down to his lips too. You know how it feels firsthand. Plump and soft, and it feels so good against your own. The natural pink only compliments his pale skin.

It has never been this intense. He was staring into you and you were gazing into him. His body warmth completely overrides the cold air of the fridge behind you. And his presence was... present, huge. Was this what people called sexual tension?

Damn it, Bucky. And Natasha. And Sam. And your parents.

Fuck.

His gaze switched between your eyes and lips, leaning down slowly and hesitantly. You leaned in too, slowly going up on the tip of your toes.

You could feel his breath on your face.

“We shouldn’t,” You whispered lowly.

“I know,” Steve’s hand still shifted to your jaw, though and he's caressing very lightly.

Your hands trailed up and linked at the back of his neck, and you completely press your lips against his.

Fuck.

It has been at least a year since you’ve been this close to Steve. But this, this was just different.

Steve kisses you back, lips soft but a little rough. It reminds you perfectly of the first time you kissed him he kissed you.

There was a thought in the back of your mind about how this was possibly going to be awkward later. But, fuck. His lips feels too good to stop.

You pull away from him, just about an inch or two away from his lips. “Steve,”

He speaks lowly, “I swear if you tell me that we shouldn’t do this...”

“We shouldn’t.” You breathed deeply. “But we need to talk about this,”

“Talk about what?” His voice raises the slightest bit. “Talk about how I’ve been in lo-”

The doorbell rings.

And just like that, your moment broke.

Steve closed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, before he completely pulls away from you and turned around.

“Go get the door. I’ll get started on the chicken.”

You listened, stepping out of the kitchen and to towards the door. Your mind was still processing what just happened. Was he about to say... But, Fuck.

Even if he did say it, you have no idea what you’d do.

Your hand curls around the door knob and you pushed it down and pulled the door open.

Nat and Bucky were on the other side, holding up bags and something that looks like 10 bags of gummy bears.

Not that you have any complaints.

“Your face looks weird. What happened?” Natasha brushes past you as she strides into your apartment, dropping her handbag on the dining table and then going into the kitchen.

“Yeah, you look weird. Why does the house seem so quiet?” Bucky asks next, pushing past you and going straight into the kitchen.

“Yeah, cause I just kissed Steve. Of course it’s gonna be like the fucking Kardashians’ house, ain’t it?” You mutter lowly under your breath, knowing damn well they can’t hear you.

“Hey, Steve,” Tasha sets the bags in the counter before she goes over and pecks Steve on his cheek. “You look weird too. What happened between you two?” She glances between you and Steve with a question mark on her face.

“Did you have sex?”

You turn to Bucky almost immediately. “No!”

“Alright, no need to get so defensive, Tiger. Did you kiss?”

The blush on Steve’s cheeks and the silence from you was a good enough answer for the both of then.

“Oh, so something did happen, huh?” Natasha teased, eyes glinting with some sort of evil.

“Shut up.” Steve grunts as he continues dipping small chicken cubes into flour and then into the egg mixture.

“Did you kiss his dick or just his mouth?”

You roll your eyes, stepping towards the sink to wash your hands, completely ignoring Bucky’s question.

You eyed Steve from your peripheral vision. He was silent too.

Well, fuck.

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#steve rogers #steve rogers fic #Steven Grant Rogers #steverogers #steve rogers au #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fluff #Steve Rogers #Marvel #Captain America #Chris Evans #Chris Evans x reader

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crystalstar8 · 4 years ago

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Knights of the Night (ch 23)

Chapter 23

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8, ch 9, ch 10, ch 11, ch 12, ch 13, ch 14, ch 15, ch 16, ch 17, ch 18, ch 19, ch 20, ch 21, ch 22, ch 23

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count: 3,393

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France, human trafficking

notes: vampires, vampire au, college, college au, so many twilight references, blood, needles, kidnapping, children, homelessness, dance, ballet, flashbacks, romance, slow burn, probably no smut, idk yet tho, France, French things, attempted genocide, inaccurate French history, bisexual main character, @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @mozy-j @daechwitad-2 @zobadak @fallenstar-7

summary: Catalina starts college in a small town all the way across the country. She doesn’t know anyone and isn’t exactly looking for friends. She just wants to focus on dance. But when she meets fellow dance major, Jimin, and adventurous, fellow freshman, Jungkook, Catalina ends up discovering a whole new side to the small college town; one that is dangerous but oh so enticing...

The hallway was quiet outside Taehyung’s room, but she could hear voices downstairs. She couldn’t remember if she had her phone on her before she… well, before she died. But when she checked her pockets, it was right there, fully charged. She smiled.

Her smile dropped when she tried to open her phone and it didn’t recognize her face, refusing to unlock without the number code.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she mumbled. “I don’t look that different.”

She had several missed calls and texts from her mom. It looked like her mom was keeping her eyes on the news and saw something about the raid at the abandoned hospital. She clearly panicked when she couldn’t get ahold of her. The last text told her to call when she woke up. She checked her calls. There was one outgoing call to her mom. One of the guys must have called her.

She sat down against the wall in the hallway and tapped her mom’s contact. The phone didn’t even ring twice before she picked up.

“Mi hija, is that you?” she answered, her voice frantic.

“Yeah mom, it’s me,” said Catalina. “I’m okay, sorry I worried you.”

“A young man named Hoseok called me and told me you were in the hospital?” Lucía asked. “I heard there was some sort of explosion downtown and you were nearby. I tried to fly over there but the city is in lockdown-“

“Mom, slow down,” Catalina said with a laugh. “I promise I’m okay. I’m back home with the boys and honestly, I feel great.”

“Were you unconscious all that time?” Lucía asked. “Did you have some kind of head injury? Those don’t just go away so easily.”

“Yeah, I was asleep for a while, but my head is perfectly fine,” said Catalina. “I just got my phone charged up, that’s why I wasn’t able to call you until now.”

She hated lying to her mom, but clearly the guys didn’t want her knowing the truth. Catalina knew that was for the best. They couldn’t just go around telling people about all this. She knew someday her mom would need to know, but now wasn’t the time.

“Okay, I’m so happy you’re okay,” Lucía said. “Please call every day until your poor mom is satisfied.”

Catalina laughed and said, “Sure mom. I can do that.”

“The boys are taking care of you, right?” Lucía asked. “Is Jungkook there?”

“Yeah, they’re taking good care of me,” said Catalina, her heart skipping a beat at the mention of her boyfriend. “Jungkook is here, he’s downstairs. I have to go now mom. I’ll call you again tomorrow.”

“Okay, cariña,” said Lucía. “I’ll let you go. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, mom,” said Catalina. She hung up and looked down at her phone. She wondered how she’d be able to tell her mom about everything that happened. About what she was now.

She sent a text to Hoseok, telling him to meet her by Taehyung’s room. He sent her back a thumbs up emoji and was there within a minute. Catalina stood up and looked at him. He didn’t look all that different. She wondered how badly he was hurt. But first…

She pulled him into a tight hug.

“Thank you,” she said. “For saving me.”

“I did it without your consent,” he mumbled into her shoulder. “I thought you would hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” she said, pulling away to wipe away his gathering tears. “I wasn’t ready to go. I’m glad you did what you did.”

He hugged her again, then Catalina said, “I heard you were hurt at the fight.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” said Hoseok. “Tae tae likes to exaggerate.”

Catalina laughed.

“I can’t wait to hear the whole story,” she said. “But first, I wanna see my boyfriend. I was told I needed a chaperone.”

Hoseok smiled and said, “I’ll be your chaperone! You look okay right now, but seriously, be careful getting close to him.”

“I feel fine,” said Catalina. “I think I should be okay.”

“Trust me, you will not feel that way when you get close to him,” said Hoseok, his face getting serious. “I remember what it was like to be new. It’s like, you can’t always control yourself. If you get really close to him, he’s gonna smell irresistible. Literally. It’s going to be really hard not to just bite into his pulse-“

“That sounds sexy,” said Catalina.

“It’s not,” said Hoseok. “You won’t be able to stop. Not when you’re this new. You could literally kill him in less than a minute.”

“Yeah, that’s not sexy,” said Catalina.

“I would suggest being…chaste for a while,” said Hoseok. “At least until you’re well fed for a few weeks.”

“Weeks? In Twilight, it takes years,” said Catalina.

“This is not Twilight,” Hoseok said, laughing. “The only vampires that sparkle like that are the ones at San Francisco pride.”

Catalina laughed loudly at that, following him towards the stairs.

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Jungkook leapt from the couch as soon as Catalina came into the room. Namjoon, who was sitting next to him, was faster in pulling him back.

“Guk,” Catalina said, itching to finally hold him. He was staring at her with wide eyes, taking in her face and hair and body.

“Cat,” he whispered, slowly approaching. Namjoon and Hoseok watched them carefully as they met in the middle, enveloping each other in a tight hug. Too tight, if the pop Catalina felt in his back and the groan he let out was anything to go by. She quickly loosened her grip, adjusting herself so her face was buried in his chest instead of his neck. Hoseok was right. He did smell irresistible. His heartbeat and pulse were loud in her ears and the smell coming off of him was making her thirsty again. Before she knew it, she was no longer focusing on him. It would be so easy to just lean up and take…it’s right there…

Her thirst came back full force and it took everything in her to push him away before she lost control.

She ignored the hurt that flashed in his eyes as she turned her back to him, looking at Hoseok with desperation. He pulled something from his back pocket and handed it to her. It was another blood bag. Her hands shook as she drank it, unsettled by the thoughts running through her head. She hated thinking about Jungkook like that.

Catalina felt tears well up in her eyes.

“Sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry Kookie. You just…you smell really good.”

“Thanks?” he said. She turned to look at him with a smile.

“By that I mean, I couldn’t stop thinking about biting into your neck and taking from you,” she said, feeling guilty.

“That sounds sexy,” he said with a smirk.

“It’s not. I wouldn’t be able to stop,” said Catalina. Behind her, she heard Hoseok chuckle and say under his breath, “No wonder they get along so well.”

“Well, maybe when you think you could stop, we can test it out,” said Jungkook.

“We’re still here,” Namjoon said, clearing his throat.

“No, let them keep going, this is fascinating,” Hoseok said.

“Okay, I promise I won’t do anything crazy, I just really want to sit down and hold my boyfriend’s hand and listen to everyone’s war stories,” said Catalina. “And maybe drink some more.”

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“Taehyung was a beast,” Hoseok said.

Jin and Jimmy K were given the notice that it was safe to come over, so they did right away. Once everyone was settled into the couch in the lounge, they were all eager to share their stories. Catalina and Jimin were both sipping their way through a pile of blood bags on the coffee table, listening intently with wide eyes. Jungkook sat beside Catalina, an arm around her waist, sparkling eyes never leaving her.

“Yeah, Taehyung was legendary,” said Jimmy K.

Taehyung, who was sitting beside Jimin, blushed and waved a hand.

“I’d say Jimmy K was more legendary,” said Taehyung. “Remind me to never get on your bad side.”

“Well, let’s start at the beginning,” said Catalina. “I don’t even know how they got Jimin!”

“They kidnapped me again,” said Jimin. “The day before the battle.”

“Jimin, I’m so sorry,” said Catalina. “If we had known…”

“It’s okay,” he said. “Better me than Caleb. I’m glad Makai assumed we didn’t know him.”

“It’s true,” said Namjoon. “If it were Caleb, we wouldn’t have been able to save him the way we did with you. Turning children is illegal.”

“Illegal?” Jungkook asked. “Would you get arrested? By the police?”

“That’s a question for another time,” Catalina said impatiently. “So, what happened? Tell us from the beginning, from when you all went in.”

“Well, it was pretty boring when we first got in,” said Namjoon.

“Let me tell it,” said Hoseok. “You guys are bad at telling stories. Okay, so we went in and our backup is all there, and right away, we’re demanding to speak with Makai. There’s this lady there, was her name Mohati?”

Namjoon nodded.

“Right. Mohati tells us that Makai isn’t there, but Yoongi knows she’s lying,” said Hoseok. “And he says so, and then one of our guys tries to attack her and that’s when the fight started. A bunch of guys came out of nowhere and attacked us and it was just madness. Yoongi had his sword-“

“It was my original sword,” Yoongi said with a grin. “From when I was a prince. I haven’t touched it in a good three hundred years, but it cleaned up pretty well.”

“And he was cutting peoples heads off,” said Hoseok. “Which was gross and terrible to watch, but it was so awesome. He was like a master fighter. I got separated from them for a while, because I found someone I knew in the crowd. It was Jamie, the woman who kidnapped me back in the nineties. She recognized me and started taunting me and I couldn’t even focus on anything else at that point. My anger totally took over, but she was pretty strong. I didn’t last long in that battle. She hurt me pretty bad, I couldn’t fight after that.”

“She broke his leg,” said Yoongi.

Hoseok’s face looked pale. “You don’t have to tell them. It’s really gross.”

“His bone was sticking out,” Yoongi said, chuckling. “It was magnificent.”

Hoseok put his face in his hands and groaned. “Don’t make me think about it again. It was so awful. I’m gonna throw up.”

Yoongi laughed and patted his back. “I helped set it. He did throw up.”

Hoseok punched him in the arm.

“He got her back though,” said Yoongi. “Once you could stand up, you killed her, didn’t you?”

“I’m gonna be sick,” Hoseok said, standing up. Yoongi pulled him back down and rubbed his back.

“Namjoon, tell us what you were doing,” said Yoongi.

“I tried to control the crowd, but eventually I had to fight,” said Namjoon. “I mean, I held my own, but nothing crazy happened.”

“Didn’t you blow up the wall?” asked Yoongi.

“No, I didn’t blow up the wall,” Namjoon laughed. “Beck, one of the guys from up north, brought explosives. He was setting them up all over the place. I think he just wanted to come to blow stuff up. But I heard Jimmy K was pretty badass during the battle.”

Jimmy K chuckled and said, “I was just doing my job.”

“I saw Jimmy K swing over the crowd on a chain, shooting a crossbow,” said Taehyung.

“I saw Jimmy K with a machete, fighting back-to-back with Yoongi,” said Namjoon.

“I saw Jimmy K karate chop someone in the neck and they passed out,” said Hoseok. “I didn’t even know that was possible.”

“I saw Jimmy K run up a wall and do a backflip kick to one guy’s chest,” said Yoongi.

“Was that before my shirt was ripped open, or after?” Jimmy K asked.

“After,” said Yoongi. “You had a big gash across your chest.”

“That was from someone’s nails,” said Jimmy K. “Can you believe that? They ruined my shirt. I might have a scar there!”

“But what a great story it’ll come with!” said Jin.

“That’s true,” said Jimmy K. “Women love scars. And they love the stories.”

“What happened to you when you went missing?” Jungkook asked Catalina.

“I was with Priya and we were going back in to evacuate more captives,” said Catalina. “Amanda came out of nowhere and Priya tried to defend me but she didn’t stand a chance. Amanda pounced on her and snapped her neck. I ran away, but I got lost. Amanda was following me, but I think she was just playing with me. She let me run until I couldn’t breathe anymore, and then she came out and grabbed me. She brought me to Makai’s office. Jimin was there. I don’t think Makai was expecting this attack.”

“Really?” asked Namjoon. “Because there were way more enemies there than we expected.”

“No, he told us that he knew we knew Jimin. He realized Jimin was part of our group when Yoongi went there to buy him, but he didn’t pay any mind to it,” said Catalina. “He basically said, he got paid either way. He didn’t think we’d do something like this.”

“He said he wanted to try to make a deal with you,” Jimin said to Namjoon.

“He tried to,” said Namjoon. “He wanted me to call this off and let him continue his business. He’d spare you if we did. I couldn’t let him continue his work, so I tried to reason with him to let you go, but then some idiot wanted to be a hero and tried to attack Makai. Obviously Mohati jumped in and killed him right away, but it was too late. Makai and Amanda panicked and took it as an attack.”

“That’s when Taehyung went crazy,” said Hoseok. “He was legendary.

“A beast,” said Jimmy K. “Absolutely fearsome.”

“He was truly a formidable force,” said Namjoon.

“Guys,” Taehyung whined, blushing and looking down.

“His eyes were practically glowing when he attacked Makai,” said Jimmy K. “And Makai is a big man, way bigger than Taehyung, so I was sure he’d win. Not to mention, Amanda was also a part of his attack. But Taehyung let out a piercing battle cry and tackled Makai to the ground. He fought both of them like nothing I’ve ever seen before. He was like a wild animal.”

“He was faster and stronger than I’ve ever seen him,” said Namjoon. “He killed Amanda right away and then tore Makai apart.”

“Literally,” said Yoongi. “He literally tore the man limb from limb.”

“Ew, please stop,” said Hoseok, looking pale again.

“He didn’t waste any time biting you, Jimin,” said Jimmy K. Jimin looked at Taehyung, whose eyes were downcast. Jimin took his hand and rubbed a thumb over his knuckles. Catalina had to assume Jimin wasn’t too mad about being turned.

“They formed a circle around us,” said Jungkook. He looked pale too as he told Catalina the next part. “Hoseok tried to hold your wound closed, but it wasn’t working. He said he was sorry before biting you.”

“Once Makai was dead, most of his people started running away,” said Namjoon. “The battle ended quickly and then the police came down to sweep for any other survivors. We didn’t stay though. We had to get you two home.”

Catalina stayed silent for a moment to take everything in. She couldn’t believe everything that happened, just within…

“How long was I out?” she asked.

“Just a day and a half,” said Namjoon.

“Shit. No wonder my mom was panicking,” said Catalina.

There was something else weighing on her mind. Something she wasn’t sure they’d have the answers for.

“So, something strange has been happening with me, and I think I understand what it is, but I don’t know how it’s possible,” said Catalina. Everyone was listening intently. “About a week or so after I moved here, I started having these dreams. They would always start out chaotic, mostly me running from something. Then they would end in a library or den and Namjoon would be there, telling me about the book he read last.”

Various faces of confusion stared back at her.

“The weird part is, we hadn’t met any of you yet,” said Catalina. “I met Namjoon in my dreams before I met him in real life. But it didn’t stop there. The night after our bonfire at Jungkook’s house, I had a dream that I was being chased in a tunnel with a metal floor. And the person chasing me said something like, ‘Don’t you know girls like you get eaten…’, or, what was it? Like, ‘Here kitty kitty, don’t you know trespassers get eaten?’. And these dreams kept happening, the same one over and over again, me being chased in this tunnel and the person chasing me kept saying something similar to that, a little different each time. And then, the night before the battle, I had a dream that me and Jimin were being held captive and I woke up when our necks were slit.

“When Amanda was chasing me the day of the battle, I was running through the same tunnel as the one in my dreams. But I didn’t think about it too much because she was following me and taunting me and she said those words. She said, ‘Here, kitty kitty. If you keep running, you’ll run into monsters down here. And pretty kitties like you will get eaten by the monsters’, something like that. And I realized that this was the moment I had been dreaming about all along. And I knew what happened next but I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

Catalina felt a tear run down her face, which she wiped away quickly. She didn’t want to cry, she wanted to be mad. But there was no point in being mad at a dead woman. She supposed there was also no point in being mad at a situation that was meant to be anyway.

“Fascinating,” Namjoon said after a long pause. “You’re a prophet.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in stuff like that,” said Yoongi.

“I don’t, I mean I didn’t,” he said. “But it doesn’t matter what I believe in. If she’s telling the truth, which she has no reason not to, then that’s proof. That implies that destiny is real, and we don’t truly have free will.”

Namjoon rubbed his chin and looked off into space before continuing.

“But not entirely,” said Namjoon. “If your dreams were a little bit different each time, that means that the future isn’t completely set in stone. It might still be possible to change it, especially if you know what to expect. It might be difficult though, since it sounded like all your dreams had about the same outcome.”

“No, not all of them,” said Catalina. “Some of them ended with me finding you all and you protecting me from whatever was chasing me. One of them ended with Jungkook getting injured. He was unconscious and both of us were locked in one of those cells.”

“So, it sounds like the future is changeable,” said Yoongi. “I bet your dreams were shifting every time someone made a decision.”

“This isn’t unheard of, Catalina,” Namjoon said. “Lots of vampires have some sort of special ability. Usually it’s just things like hypnotism, or having an affinity for certain skills, but this could be very useful. And very interesting. The philosophical implications of this are well worth looking into.”

“I don’t like it,” said Catalina.

“You better get used to it,” said Yoongi. “There’s a lot of things about this life you won’t like.”

“Well, vampires don’t need to sleep, right?” Jimin said. “If you don’t like it, just don’t sleep.”

“Oh, that’s true,” said Hoseok.

It was then that she remembered the last dream she had. The one on the beach. If that one came true, like the others did, then maybe this gift of hers wouldn’t be so bad.

“What are you smiling about?” Jungkook asked.

“The last dream I had, before I woke up today,” she said, her smile growing wider. “I hope it comes true.”

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years ago

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Secrets Part 2

Harry Potter AU

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Link to Chapter 1

Rating M- trigger warning

Credit: Song at the beginning: The Suffering by Coheed and Cambria

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Is there a word or right to say Even in this old-fashioned way? Go make your move, girl, I'm not coming home

Would things have changed if I could've stayed? Would you have loved me either way? Dressed to the blues, day to day, with my collar up

Decision sits, so make it quick A breath inhaled from an air so sick I cursed the day I had learned of the web you spun

If it was up to me I would've figured you out Way before the year clocked out Oh, I hope you're waiting

If it was up to me I would've never walked out So until the sun burns out Oh, I hope you're waiting

Arriving back at James and Lily’s, you ignored the looks of worry that was on your friend’s faces. You walked to the refrigerator in search of a drink. Maybe all of you could go to bed and no one would remember what happened.

“So are we going to talk about what happened?”

James asked. Sirius nodded.

“Yeah, I am curious myself. Why my brother? He’s a scary dude. Well, not really scary, more like a punk but here we are.”

You turned and gave him a frown.

“Yeah, here we are.”

You muttered as Remus stood up.

“I deserve some information. Regulus Black is pissed at me. I hope voodoo dolls don't work because I will be seriously fucked!”

You had to admit. Remus was the right one here. The poor guy was the one hell of a night!

“Fine, Regulus and I have been dating for a while. He didn’t want to tell anyone because of the little shop of horrors that he was born into. I got sick of the secrecy and wanted an actual relationship. We had some words. I told him to man up and act more like Sirius.”

Both Sirius and James winced.

“Ouch.”

Sirius said, sitting down.

“I’m surprised he didn’t come over and threaten to kill me over that.”

James stood just glaring at you. Lily, meanwhile, was soothingly telling him to choose his words appropriately.

“Go ahead.”

You said, defeated. James motioned to Sirius.

“I thought that you two had something going on!”

Both Sirius and yourself looked at each other before saying “gross” at the same time. Sirius held a hand up.

“She’s like my sister!”

You nodded.

“What he said. Look, James, I love Regulus. I have for a long time but you don’t have to worry about it because he will never talk to me again now. I hope you are happy.”

You turned and walked from the room without another word. The alcohol was beginning to wear off and you were starting to feel a lot less cocky now. You wanted nothing more than to go to your room and cry.

The next few months were a repeat of that night. You tried to pretend that the pain of losing Regulus wasn’t there. Every day you went to your job as a ballet instructor with hopes that some magical event would cause you to stop “feeling.” If you could be a hollow shell that had no feelings, you would be ecstatic.

Your evenings were spent being a zombie in your bedroom. Every night you promised that you weren’t going to pull out the photo of Regulus that you kept hidden in your drawer but you always did. You would stroke your finger over his well-sculpted face and sob.

James, Sirius, and Remus were on “suicide watch.” One of them always seemed to be hovering over you. When you started crying Remus would shove chocolate at you. Sirius would give you a hug and James would run to get Lily. Lily was the one that seemed to be the most helpful. She didn’t fuss when you sobbed. She would sit and stroke your hair. Instead of trying to cheer you up or change your feelings...she listened.

“We didn’t date long, Lily but we went through so much. Everything went downhill after I had a miscarriage.”

Lily’s mouth dropped. That was the last thing that she had expected to hear! You were the responsible one.

“You were pregnant?”

“I didn’t get far.”

You said. The memory itself was too painful to think about. Lily’s hand wrapped around yours.

“How did Regulus react?”

You sighed, now you had to face the memory…

You sat on the bed in a fit of tears as Regulus paced the room. Neither of you had said a word to each other since the doctor told you that you were no longer pregnant.

“It's for the best.”

Regulus said, finally. You looked up totally heartbroken. This was the coldest thing that he had said to you in the history of your relationship.

“How can you say that?”

You snapped. Regulus brushed his messy curls away from his face before kneeling in front of you.

“Y/n, we do not need a baby. We are both 18 years old. Our families don't even know about us and this war...it just isn’t smart. Things happen for a reason. Please accept it and move on. This will be just a way that we can be injured. I promise, we’ll have a family someday...just not today”

Lily sighed as you told her the story. She knew that James had no idea about this. If he had, her husband would have gone after Regulus. James would have never accepted the fact that Regulus was so callous with your feelings.

The next afternoon, you stood at the market. Your attention was on a magazine article that Rita Skeeter put out blasting some poor soul.

“I need a certain kind of spice. I don’t understand why you are making me come with you. I know that you can read.”

Your eyes widened hearing Walburga Black’s voice. Looking up, your heart instantly ached the moment that you saw Regulus and Walburga across the room. Regulus looked miserable as his mother fussed about anything that displeased her.

My love…

You thought, trying to resist the urge to go to him. The poor thing looked exhausted. He stood looking a bit more disheveled than you had ever seen.

“Regulus, isn’t that James Potter’s sister? She is extremely beautiful.”

You didn’t dare lookup. The last thing that you wanted was to lock eyes with either of them.

“Mother, you don’t like her family.”

“Shut up. She is one of the few pureblood girls that aren’t taken.”

You couldn't help but wonder if they thought that you were deaf. After a few moments of listening to their mid-level banter, you turned to go the other direction. The less that you had to hear Regulus’ gentle voice the better you would be.

“Y/n Potter, excuse me.”

You muttered “hell” under your breath before turning to face Walburga who had walked over to you. Regulus stood behind his mother looking beyond humiliated.

“Mrs. Black, hello.”

You said, uncomfortably. Walburga grinned.

“You’re looking well. I have heard that you are a ballerina now. My husband took me to the show that you are in. You did well.”

You nodded ignoring the way that Regulus was looking at you. Clearly, he had no idea that your career was moving so far forward.

“Thank you. I’m glad that you enjoyed the show.”

Walburga remembered the reason for her conversation in the first place.

“This is my son, Regulus. I believe the two of you were in the same year at school.”

You finally looked up and met your ex’s uncomfortable gaze. He muttered I’m sorry” under his breath.

“Yes, we knew each other at school...somewhat.”

Regulus put his head down. What you didn’t know was the guilty from the break up was eating him alive. Since that night at the bar, Regulus had been one miserable son of a bitch. All he wanted to do was sit around and do nothing but his mother made sure that wasn’t happening. She didn’t care that he was having nightmares of you dating Remus Lupin. Dating, screwing and marrying him...anything that you could possibly do with Lupin.

Lupin would never be able to love you or care for you as you deserved. Regulus knew that he could. He had the money to give you anything that you wanted. Lupin would probably just keep you barefoot and pregnant. Regulus would have been fine with no children, however, he knew that would never be accepted. He had to have an heir.

Now here you stood looking more lovely than ever. Everything about you made the man in Regulus go crazy! Regulus wanted nothing more than to reach over and kiss your hand. He could woo you easily and make up for all of the wrongs that he had done in the relationship.

Walburga’s voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts.

“I’m having a party next week. My husband and I would love to have you come. We would be inclined to give a large donation to the ballet that you work for.”

You stood, fighting the urge to laugh. When Walburga made a comment about Regulus and yourself knowing each other it took all you had not to say,

“Yeah, we know each other but I also am best friends with your eldest son...you know the one that you forgot about?”

Walburga didn’t give you a chance to reply before putting a golden envelope in your hands.

“The party starts at 7 pm this Thursday. We can’t wait to see you.”

She turned and wrapped her hand around the lapel of the dark coat that Regulus was wearing. You stood with your mouth open in confusion as she tugged her youngest son along with her.

“What the hell just happened?”

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punkpoemprose · 4 years ago

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Naked Soul: Chapter 16- High Hopes [December 8th]

Universe: Modern AU (Stripper AU) Rating: T (Teen & Up) Length: 3972 Words

A/N: This dear readers, is the first multichapter fic I’ve finished in years. Thanks @epbaker who reminded me multiple times recently that I said this advent was going to be all about getting things done instead of starting new projects, haha.

The unofficial title of the whole series, given the panic at the disco chapter titles, is now “Hey Look Ma I Made It”. I can’t believe that I’ve been writing this fic since 2015! Wild! For those unfamiliar this fic can be a little bit of a trainwreck because I started writing it when I was (18? 19?) and took some major liberties on the timeline, amount of research done, etc. Someday, now that it’s done, I’ll come back to it and do some editing and rewrites to make it more cohesive and a little less 2015-y. Thanks to everyone who has been reading this fic through its many long hiatuses!

Catch up here: [Naked Soul Masterpost]

Monday morning came and went in almost exhaustingly normal fashion. Anna woke up as early as she physically could for class and was, of course, still running behind. Kristoff had made her eggs and toast for breakfast and she’d only managed to get out the door in time to drive to class because he’d had the good sense to make her pack her school bag the night before.

She stretched as she walked back to her car after her last class of the day got out. She still had two hours of work to put in at the studio, preparing her ballet class for their upcoming recital, but she was thinking past that and to the evening. Elsa was back home again and while Anna knew that her sister wasn’t going to kiss and tell, she was looking forward to pestering her into telling her how her date with Della went. They were going to make dinner together while Kristoff was out of the house doing some paperwork with Sven and Anna couldn’t deny the fact that she was glad to have the distraction from her thoughts.

Things had been going well, perhaps maybe even too well. Anna hadn’t felt so good in a very long time. She wasn’t, as far as anyone could tell, being stalked anymore, and while the Westergaard brothers were still doing their best to destroy any claim she and her sister had to the business their parents built, Anna was being reasonably left out of it. She hadn’t heard anything from the PI they hired let alone any of the red headed bastards. Work and school were going well, and her relationship with her sister and with Kristoff were both positive in more ways than she could ever imagine any relationship could be. It was a wonderful feeling, knowing that things were going to be alright no matter what happened that was out of her control. She was, however, despite all the good, uncomfortable in her moments alone. There was always fear clawing on the edge of her mind, a part of her waiting for the other shoe to drop.

When she sat in her car and her phone rang, she jumped about a foot. No one really called her.

Kristoff and Elsa did from time to time, but they were more likely to text, so as she riffled through her bag searching for it, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was about to learn something about self-fulfilling prophecies.

When she managed to pull the phone from her bag, she picked up without looking at the number. If it was important, she didn’t want it to go to voicemail, and if it wasn’t, she figured it was easy enough to hit the end call button.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Arendelle?” An unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line addressed her formally, instantly making her think that she’d picked up a spam call.

“Speaking,” she said anyway.

If a spam call was what the universe was throwing at her today, she could take it. She always did feel a little bad for the college kids they hired for call centers. She had been paying her way through school by getting naked and she still thought she had a better job than telemarketing.

“Hello, this is Marta calling from Williamson and Associates. I’m calling today to inform you that there’s been some recent progress in your… situation that requires your attention. Would you be able to come into the office in the next half hour to discuss?”

She froze on the spot. Lawyers. So much for hoping for a spam call.

“I think you might be calling the wrong sister. Elsa handles all the legal and business matters. I could give you her number if you need, but you should have it on file?”

“We’ve already called the other Ms. Arendelle. She is on her way in now, however she has no control over your trust and the associated control you have in Arendelle Enterprises, and for that reason we’ll really need you here to sign some paperwork and make your decisions.”

Anna sighed and fell back into the driver’s seat. Making decisions seemed like the last thing she wanted to do, and yet, if they were at the decision making process it meant that there was something like an end in sight, and she’d take it no matter what it was. She was ready to close the chapter of her life that required police and lawyers and dealing with the Westergaards if she could help it.

“Yeah, I can do that.”

When the woman on the other end was satisfied, Anna hung up the phone and tossed it into her bag before starting her car and doing her best to focus on the road instead of the million different scenarios playing out in her head about what she’d find at that office.

The other shoe had, in fact dropped, but she wasn’t sure if it was about to land sole up or down. She took comfort in the fact that no matter what she was about to learn, she knew that everything would be okay. Elsa was feeling better than she had in years, they were safe, and she had Kristoff. She’d never dreamed of being loved the way he loved her.

***

Kristoff smiled when he scooped Anna up into his arms. She’d passed out on the couch at some point after dinner and while he wasn’t certain of all the details, he knew that she’d had a long day. Elsa had already gone off to bed by the time he’d gotten home, so he hadn’t been able to ask either of them how their meeting with their lawyers had gone. He had a rough idea, Anna had sent him a text promising to fill him in when he got home, but he wasn’t about to wake her up to ask, not when she looked so peaceful.

He’d had a long day too, but it hadn’t been any surprise to him. He and Sven had been working on business paperwork, officially naming it, applying for the bank loans they needed to get started, doing all the sort of work that they had to do when they started their ice business, but somehow twice as tiresome. They’d be able to start looking for jobs soon, to start hiring, to start picking up equipment. They were starting small, working on repairs and additions more than new construction, but he was happy to have the possibility of really and truly being his own boss.

It meant good things would come, that he could make things even more stable for himself financially and make his own hours, and hopefully, find himself in a better position to ask Anna to spend the rest of her life with him. He could already imagine a bigger house, closer to his family, and little feet running across the floor, if of course, Anna wanted that too.

Her head lolled against his chest a bit as they walked. She was out, and he couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at her. They’d been on quite a journey together since meeting. He still couldn’t believe that he had Sven to thank for that, but he was glad that he’d dragged him out to a strip club so many months ago, and the he now, like everyone else in Kristoff’s life, had been won over by Anna’s charm. His best friend, and well as his parents, were already asking when exactly he was planning to pop the question, as if he and Anna had been together for years instead of months.

He was already thinking the same thing though. He loved her. He loved her for her humor and her smiles and her resilience. He’d never met anyone stronger than her, and while she’d made it seem like he’d been helping her since they’d met, she’d really been the one holding him up, helping him to believe that good things could happen and that the world wasn’t as dark as it sometimes seemed.

He felt her stir when he bumped the bedroom door open, and he knew it was from the squealing creak it made whenever it was opened or shut. He wanted to tackle some home repair, and he thought, with a chuckle, that he may need to be his own first customer.

Sven would demand double pay.

“Did I fall asleep?” she mumbled, and even in the dim light of the hall, he could see her bleary eyes, half open, staring up at him.

He felt bad for interrupting her peaceful sleep, but took the opportunity, now that she was at least a little bit awake, to duck down and press a kiss to her forehead.

“Yeah baby, you did. I was just bringing you to bed.”

She smiled softly and then reached up a hand, squeezing his arm lightly.

“You’re too good to me.”

“Not possible,” he replied, “Nothing would be too good for you. If I could give you the world it still wouldn’t be enough.”

She shook her head, but her smile was bright as she woke a bit more and he crossed the room, knocking the door back closed with its telltale squeak, and plunging them into darkness for only a moment until he bumped the rocker switch on the wall, knowing that now that she was up, they probably wouldn’t be sleeping.

“You’re a goof,” she said, “And I’d tell the whole world that it could hit the bricks, because all I need is you.”

He couldn’t help but give her a light squeeze before setting her onto the bed, but when he went to step away, she was still gripping his arm.

“Stay?”

She was giving him her best puppy dog eyes, and he knew that he was done with work for the evening. Once Anna had him in bed, there would be no getting out of it until he bargained with her to let him go brush his teeth.

He gestured for her to scoot over a bit then followed her onto the bed, not fighting it when she immediately wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close. She was forever trying to cover him with her, and despite the size difference between them, she did a pretty good job.

“Do you want to hear about my day?” she asked, the trepidation in her voice evident despite the confident way she was holding onto him, “Or you could tell me about yours?”

He wrapped his arms around her in return, pulling her up onto him a bit more until her head was rested atop his chest.

“I’m not going to make you tell me about it if you don’t want to,” he replied.

He knew, of course, that she would tell him whenever she was ready. He trusted her to know her boundaries with him, to listen and to ask and to take what she gave him when she gave it. He tried not to pry or push unless he needed to, and even then, he always left it up to her discretion.

“My day was terribly dry and boring. Paperwork is horrible. I’d rather be back in high school history class than look at another bank document, and unless you were luckier than I was, high school history is the most boring and dry thing I think anyone can ever experience in their lives.”

“Oof,” she replied, with a sort of half laugh that made him feel more comfortable, “I’m glad my meetings weren’t as boring as yours were then. I got a call to go to the lawyers office after classes today, and after I met Elsa there, we discussed our settlement from the company and how we’d be receiving our trusts and so on and so forth. It wasn’t exactly riveting stuff, but I think everything…”

She trailed off and then looked up at him, turning her head and pushing off him so that she could make eye contact as she said it.

“I think it’s finally over Kris. I think… I think everything is going to be okay.”

He saw the tears welling in her eyes and swept his thumb across her cheek as they fell. He wanted to tell her that everything would have been alright either way, because he was going to make sure they were, but right now that didn’t matter. She was tired, and happy, and he was going to hold her through it as the weight lifted from her shoulders.

She told him about how apparently their PI “friend” had come through, how he’d produced evidence of blackmail and worse to her and Elsa’s lawyers that they’d been able to use as leverage. The rest of the board wasn’t fully aware of what was going on, but there was anarchy in the company structure nevertheless. They had grounds to sue the Westergaard family for a host of legal jargon terms Kristoff didn’t know well enough to comment on, but amongst them were defamation and embezzlement, which he had a fair enough understanding of to know that Anna and Elsa had indeed won the war.

“So they’re being forced to step down from the board, the company has to restructure and Elsa and I have the option to have the company buy us out. We even get to keep the Arendelle Industries name, so it’s going to be known as AI now and whatever happens after this, we get the cash value of our parents stake in the company, plus our trusts, and if the business faces any repercussions from what happened, our family name won’t be attached anymore. I honestly still can’t believe it.”

She started talking numbers, and he felt like he had all the wind knocked out of him. He prided himself on being at least decent at math, after all his work required it, but he wasn’t sure if he could count that high.

“It’s not about the money though,” she said quietly, ducking back down to cuddle closer to his side, “It’s nice to know it’s there and that I can pay for college and everything. But mostly I’m just glad it’s over now. I’m never going to have to see a Westergaard again for the rest of my life, Elsa won’t have to worry about the business anymore, and I can work at the studio, and…”

The pause was a nervous one, as if she was worried about what she had to say next.

“And I have you, and that’s all I think I need.”

He shifted, pulled her atop him more fully, and kissed her.

***

He was thoroughly exhausted, his back ached, he was pretty sure he was missing skin on his thigh, and when he glanced to his right, his girlfriend was, rather elegantly, leaning back and spinning five feet off the floor.

“How do you even do that?”

He could hear Della, and his mother laughing up a storm. He couldn’t even look over at them because he knew that they must be rolling on the floor.

“You’ve watched me enough,” she said, with a giggle as the music continued to play and she spun around on beat, “I thought you’d have it no problem.”

“She’s really an excellent teacher,” Elsa said from behind them, doubtlessly staring right at Della when she said it.

She was getting better and better at the teasing the longer she spent around his family. He couldn’t necessarily say he enjoyed it being directed at him, but he also was pleased by the fact that she was at least opening up more and more overtime.

“Yes,” Della replied, “It’s really just my brother. No fault of hers that he can’t follow directions.”

He thought for a moment about walking away from the pole to slug his sister, but his mom was there and she may still, very well, pull them apart with one hand each and make them do chores for the rest of the evening. It didn’t matter that they were adults. The woman was strong enough, and serious enough to have them both quivering in their boots in no time flat.

“Pay her no mind Kristoff, you’re doing great baby.”

He felt his whole face go red. He still wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to any of this.

Since Anna had started teaching “aerial dance” at the studio, Della and even more terrifyingly, his mother, had been attending. While they both had told him that it was “a good work out” he had not wanted to know what they were learning.

It had been more of a joke than a real Birthday gift when he’d open the card from his sister that included a three-session gift certificate to work with Anna. His options had been, of course, ballet, fan dance, or aerial dance, and while he wasn’t particularly against any of the options, he thought doing anything with Anna would be fun, he did think that as a guy who did a lot of heavy lifting, climbing up a pole wouldn’t be particularly difficult.

He’d been very wrong.

Anna slid back down the pole, showing more technique than seduction in her motions. She crossed the floor to turn off the music and to shoot him a somewhat apologetic smile. He might be in pain, but he smiled back because even with his failures and his mother, sister, and Elsa giggling at him, he was enjoying himself.

If there was one thing that he appreciated, more than anything else about her teaching classes, it was that she was dancing because she loved it. She wasn’t dancing to please anyone when she was at the studio, she was showing others how to do something that made her feel good. Sometimes she would still dance for him, alone in the comfort of their bedroom and that too was, in a way, for her.

He knew that while the way they met may not have been the way she would have chosen, she sometimes had days and nights where she got a little nostalgic for his eyes on her like that. He always gave it to her, because as soon as she started moving like that, he couldn’t tear his eyes away, even if he wanted to. He didn’t think even with a thousand lessons from her, he could ever reciprocate quite as well. He did appreciate her laughs though when he’d give her a little shimmy.

“Okay peanut gallery,” Anna commanded in the sweet way that only she could, “I do believe that certificate was for three private lessons. You’ve had your fun, now I’d like some alone time with my student.”

Amongst various grumblings and jokes, between Anna and his mother’s chiding, the room was emptied of everyone but the two of them. While they were walking out he walked over to where he’d left his workout bag, and slipped something from within it to the pocket of his shorts.

“Sorry sweetheart,” she said, crossing the room and wrapping her arms around his waist, pillowing her head against him, “I had to let them have their fun with you.”

He chuckled. They certainly had had their fun.

“I wanted them here,” he replied, “they deserved a little laugh at my expense, I guess. Plus, I wanted at least Elsa around…”

He reached back into his pocket and retrieved the little box he’d put there, feeling the velvetiness of it under his fingers and pulling it out. Months had passed since everything was straightened out with her family business, and his own new construction business, and with it having been over a year since they met, the timing just felt right.

He had to lean away from her to kneel and her confusion, turned surprise was a look that he hoped he would never forget.

“Are you?”

He hadn’t even opened the box yet, but there was a huge smile on her face, her voice full of shock like she couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah, I mean, we don’t have to right away,” he said flipping open the box, “You’ve still got school and work and… I just thought even if we didn’t have the wedding for a year or more I just want to be able to call you my fiancé. If that’s what you want.”

He flipped the box open. He’d taken Elsa and Sven with him shopping, and while it had been a hilariously strange day, they’d all agreed on a ring they felt was both something that made them think of Anna, and something they thought she’d love.

The stone was small, but the band was intricate, little leaves and vines settling around an inset diamond. He hadn’t wanted a ring that had much of a profile because he wanted her to be able to wear it when she was dancing without it catching on anything. It was a good choice, he thought, looking from it to her face and letting his nerves be comforted by her grin.

“Yes, of course!”

She stooped down to his level, “Of course I want to marry you Kristoff. There’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more!”

He moved to kiss her, but she was already surging forward to kiss him, her fingers tangling into his hair, sweaty as it was, and her lips opening to his almost immediately. The kiss was deep and lingering and as it broke, she was smiling brighter than the sun.

He slid the ring onto her finger and as they stood, he gave her an apologetic look and turned towards the door.

“You can come back in now.”

He knew that his sister at least, if not all three must have had an ear to the door and a hand on the handle.

“My baby is going to get married! I never thought I’d live to see the day.”

Anna laughed as they were overtaken by the love of the three women they called family. The rest of Kristoff’s siblings and his father would hear the news soon enough, having already known his plan. He could only imagine the chaos Anna would find when she walked through the door to see them.

The hug she gave him and the kiss on his cheek though, told him that she was ready for it.

“I don’t think I could have ever imagined being this happy,” she said, looking between him and the assemblage, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

He shook his head, “That’s my line.”

***

They were allowed only an hour alone when they got back home. There would be a family dinner at his parents place to get to, and they both needed to shower, but neither of them were much interested in getting ready.

“Would it be rude to be late for dinner?” Anna asked, tugging his shirt off when the front door closed behind them.

“What was rude was the assumption we wouldn’t have other things to do,” he offered with a laugh, his hands busying themselves with unbuttoning her jeans, “They’ll deal.”

Once her pants and his shirt were off, she jumped up onto him, his hands catching her rear and holding her up on him as her mouth went to his.

“Good, because I’m going to need at least a full hour with you. Maybe two. We never did get that private lesson in.”

He groaned as her hands wandered his back and her mouth traveled from his lips to his neck and licked and nipped.

“I’m eager to learn.”

She laughed, “You’re already a professional, but we’ll see if I can show you something new.”

His eyes grew wide at that, and he nearly tripped, with her warm laugh in his ears and her hands and mouth on his skin, rushing to their bedroom.

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detroitbydark · 5 years ago

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can we pretty please get a fluff blurb based on harrison giving you his varsity jacket that he wore in his insta post? please?

No warnings here. This is probably the tamest, most G rated things I’ll ever write and I absolutely love it. This is the first time in probably a month where I’ve really enjoyed writing something and felt like some of me was actually in it. Thank You!!

So Here is the 1950′s AU no one asked for but I gave them regardless. I know it probably wasn't what you had in mind but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

You glanced at your math book as the Wurlitzer across the dining room swapped out one 45 for the next. The Five Satins has just finished crooning on about what happened ‘In The Still of the Night’. As the next record falls into place you glance nervously past your milkshake to the teens a few booths down. You have to bite your lip to keep from sighing.

Harrison Osterfield, star athlete in just about every sport he went out for, sat with a few buddies and their girls. You tried to be inconspicuous as you watched him smiling and joking. You’d been borderline obsessed with him since the 4th grade when your family had moved to town and bought the dinner, back when he’d been the only kid that had made the shy little girl feel welcome on her first day in a new school. Of course, you’d faded to the background of everything soon enough. You’d been so timid at the time. Even as you’d both grown older and Harrison’s star had begun to shine he still offered you a smile in the hallway when you passed.

It was such a cliche. The bookworm in the love with the football captain.

The first few bars of the next song had you laughing and shaking your head as you glanced back down at your textbook.

“Why do fools fall in love, Frankie?” You muttered as Frankie Lymon continued to ask his questions. Somehow when Harrison was in the dinner the jukebox always seemed to play something that struck you just so. Coincidence, you were sure.

You closed your book as you glanced at the clock on the wall. Your shift was going to start in just a few minutes and you needed to put your school work away and get your apron on. As if to emphasize the point your Dad poked his head out of the kitchen.

“Anytime now, Peaches…”

You felt your cheeks flush bright pink as you heard the laughs erupt from the other table.

“Peaches? I would just shit twice and die!” One of the girls, Betty Markle, explained from her spot pressed against Harrison’s side. When you dared to glance over, cheeks burning with embarrassment, Harrison catches your eye and for a split second it was just you, those fabulous baby blues, and your skipping heart.

And then Betty ruined it.

“Run along…Peaches.” She cackled, shooing you along with pristine hands and perfect fingernails. The kind that had never worked a day in their life. The kind that got to hold the hand of the star quarterback.

Making sure to keep your eyes averted you made your way back into the kitchen, hands fulls of homework and your empty cup.

“Everything ok, Peaches?” Your Dad asks with a cock of his head.

“I’m good, Daddy, just trying to figure out this math” you lied smoothly.

“You’ll get it Sweetheart. Lord knows your smarter than your old man.”

You give your dad a soft smile and a roll of your eyes before you slip your apron on and tie a loose bow in the back. Before you head out you slide your arms into your old worn cardigan. It was fall and a chill was in the air.

“Peaches, baby, Wanda is going on break can you help her with her tables?”

You give a nod as you scan the room. There’s four occupied tables with Harrison’s group being the closest to you. You start with the farthest hoping Wanda would be done with her break before you’d get to them.

The regulars smile at you as you refill waters and take orders. You bring a sundae out for the Horowitz’s with two spoons. They were well into their 80’s and honestly the cutest couple you’d ever seen. You hoped someday you had something even half as amazing as what they seemed to have. Mrs Horowitz chatted with you in her thick Austrian accent while her husband made short work of the whipped cream on top of the sundae, pushing the lone red cherry in her direction.

“When are you gonna find a boy to share a sundae with?” She asks conspiratorially. You shake your head. You hoped she wasn’t trying to set you up with her nephew again.

“Not on my to-do list right now.” You say, smiling shyly. You watch her eyes dart behind you.

“I think that young man over there would do.”

Without a second thought you glance over to find Harrison smiling your way. Your head snaps back quickly and the elderly woman chuckles.

“He probably just wants some more fries.” You explain quickly. “He always gets more than he orders to start with” you’re babbling now, praying that Wanda comes back. Mrs Horowitz hums as you continue “in fact, last week he came in and had two malts and three orders of fries. I mean, I don’t know where he puts it all…” you trail off feeling foolish and the woman gives you a soft smile.

“Maybe you should go see what he needs, no?”

You take a fortifying breath before you nod and turn. Your shoes squeak on the linoleum and you try to hide the cringe that hits you. Your shoes weren’t as pretty or as shiny as the other girl’s saddle shoes and weren’t nearly as trendy as the neat ballet flats you’d seen Audrey Hepburn wearing, the same kind Betty and her friend were wearing now as you approach their table.

For the most part the looks that great you are vaguely friendly but there’s a glint in Betty’s eye as you turn your attention to Harrison that puts you ill at ease.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you doing on that algebra assignment?” He asks throwing you off. Of course you knew he was in your class but you’d never realized he noticed you in it. You fiddle with a button on your cardigan.

“I mean, I think I’ve got it but-“

“I could use some more water.” Betty’s face is sour as she asks. She points to her glass as if you couldn’t see that it was half full.

“I’m sorry” you stutter out, turning quickly to grab a pitcher of water. You hear Harrison’s voice, gruff and irritated but you can’t make out what he’s saying. Betty’s face looks even more pinched when you get back, like she’s sucked on a lemon. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest but you don’t care because Harrison is all smiles when he looks your way.

“So are you going to the game Friday?” He asks and you think it’s a real nice thing he’s doing trying to make conversation, be friendly. He must not realize that girls like you don’t go to football games. You shake your head, chew your lip (a horrible nervous habit your Mom had hated).

“I really need to work on the essay for English. Footballs not really my thing.” You try to explain. His smile falters. His buddies and the girls have begun chatting, seeming to have forgotten you, except Betty staring daggers. If looks could kill…

“Aww, come on Y/N. You should give it a try. You might have fun.” You watch him snap his fingers as if he’s just been hit with a brilliant idea. “If you come to the game I’ll let you borrow my practice jersey to wear.”

The table goes quiet with the exception of the strangled sound Betty makes in the back of her throat. You feel your face flushing as you try to stammer out an answer. How was he asking you to wear his jersey? As far as you knew Harrison Osterfield didn’t even know you existed. Those blues are probing you, like he’s willing you to say 'yes’. He runs a hand through his hair and, God above, you nearly swoon at his attention.

Suddenly there’s a wet splash and water and chocolate malt is splashing across the table. The pitcher is laying on its side as you suck in a sharp breath at the cold shock you’ve received. Your skirt is soaked and your white blouse is clinging to you in a way that makes you feel embarrassed and ashamed.

“What the hell, Betty!” Harrison is growling at the girl who holds her hands up.

“It was an accident Haz. Butterfingers, ya know.” You can’t even look her in the face. “I’m sure Y/N knows it was an accident, right?” her voice is saccharine sweet and as fake as the color of her hair.

“Y/N…” you don’t give Harrison a chance to say anything as hot tears prick at your eyes. You glimpse Wanda pulling her apron on from the corner of your eye. Her knowing gaze is already focused in on the table. She doesn’t try to stop you as you rush back into the kitchen and the small break room.

“I think it’s time ya’ll got your check.” She says firmly as Harrison watches the kitchen door swing on its hinges.

———

You sit in the back stoop for far longer than you should. Your dad stops out to check on you and ruffle your hair. You didn’t have a change of clothes and the chill of the air makes you shiver but it’s also cooling the hot rush of embarrassment you feel each time you think about what happened earlier. Wanda gave you the all clear after the group had cashed out but here you sat, not ready to go back to the scene of the crime.

If the ground could swallow you up whole you would happily allow it. You dread thinking about school the next day, about the smirk that Betty’s going to be wearing and the whispers and laughs you’ll hear in the halls. You let your head fall into your hands as you try to forget about everything.

“Um….hey, Y/N?” The sound of Harrison Osterfield’s voice has you sitting straight up. You move to stand and go back inside.

“Please don’t go" His voice is pleading.

“Why, so you can laugh at me too?” You feel anger rising, flaming to life in your chest. Harrison takes in your narrowed eyes, holding his hands up in surrender.

“I come in peace, yeah? That was a messed up thing Betty did. I’m really sorry. Nobody else thought it was funny.”

Just as soon as the anger roared to life it’s flickering out. Your shoulders slump and you smooth your skirt. Your cardigan had taken the brunt of the milkshake while your blouse had gotten a couple splashes of chocolate but mostly the icy water. You’d be lucky if you could get the stains out of the cardigan. Wanda had mixed up a “fool proof" stain cleaner in the kitchen and it was currently soaking in a pot on the counter next to a pot of your dad’s famous chili. You shiver slightly as a soft breeze ruffles the hem of your skirt.

“I suppose I can’t blame her for being mad” you say towing at one of the steps “her boyfriend offered another girl his jersey. Of course she was mad.”

You jump when Harrison barks out a laugh. He quickly sobers when he sees you huff.

“Y/N, Betty isn’t my girlfriend. We’re not together. Not saying that’s not what she wants but I…” He takes a couple steps toward you, stopping at the bottom of the stoop. “Come on, you’ve got to realize I’ve been trying to ask you on a date for months.”

You try to stop your mouth from dropping open because, for all your smarts, that possibility had never even crossed your mind. Harrison gives you a lop-sided smile as he comes to stand one step below you. His eyes are nearly level with yours and you allow yourself a moment to appreciate how they crease at the corners when he smiles.

“I was so sick last week-“

“I just thought you liked fries…?” You can hear the hesitancy in your voice. Harrison’s fingers bump against yours and you look down as he takes one of you hands in his, rising to the same step you’re on. His fingers are rough and calloused. His class ring is cool against your skin.

“After last week, I could die happy without ever eating another fry in my life. I just wanted to see you and… God, I was trying to get the courage up to ask you to come to the game but I just couldn’t.”

It’s your turn to laugh. Why would Harrison need courage to ask you anything? You ask him as much.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Harrison’s free hand brushes against you cheek and goosebumps run amok on your arms. He misinterprets it and before you can correct him he’s pulling his Letterman jacket off and draping it around your shoulders. It swallows you whole but its broken in and warm. And it smells like how you always thought he’d smell, leather and after shave, smoke from a bonfire. “You are so beautiful and smart and…. I can’t keep my eyes off of you. The guys have been ribbing me forever about it. You really didn’t know?”

You shake your head dumbly. You’d missed that one for sure.

“So you want me to go to the game friday…”

“And wear my jersey.”

“And wear your jersey.”

“Because you like me.”

“Loads” He gives you that 10,000 watt smile and you return it with a shy one of your own. “And afterwards you’ll let me take you for a bite to eat or to a bonfire or…. I don’t care. I just want to spend time with you.”

You’re Mom had read you fairy tales as a little girl. You’d loved them but you’d never once thought you’d be in one. That’s what this was. “OK.” You say finally. He looks at you like he’s won the lottery. You’d only ever dreamed he’d be looking at you like he was now.

“Can I walk you home?” He’s nearly vibrating with excitement and you feel the same way.

“Let me run inside and see if I can find a sweater to wear.”

Harrison shakes his head, “Just wear my jacket. It looks good on you.”

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yikesharringrove · 5 years ago

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😍😍😍😍😍 I love the ballet au so much! GENDERQUEER STEVE!!!! 😁😁😁

Thank you! This things is my LIFE BLOOD. It’s so self indulgent lmao.

Here’s the fic on ao3 and here’s a teaser for the next chapter!

La Slyphide, Chapter 5 Port de Bras

Billy woke up with a raging headache the next day. He, Robin, and Steve had all gotten hammered the night before, Heather sobering up some and transitioning from sloppy drunk friend to mom friend.

Billy slowly began to realize he was not in his bed, and that there was another person flopped nearly on top of him.

Steve’s make up was smudged, but still somehow looked good. He had ditched his party outfit for loose little shorts that were soft where they pressed against Billy and a cropped tank top. Billy quickly realized he himself was in just boxers, his clothes in a pile on the floor.

Last night was fuzzy, but he thinks he remembers coming home with Steve and Heather, who happened to live in the same residence building. Neither of them wanted Billy walking home drunk so, here he was, sharing Steve’s bed, sharing Steve’s warmth.

The pile on top of him began shifting, soft noises coming out of his mouth. Billy froze, not wanting to startle Steve.

He shifted his head, squinting up at Billy.

“Hey. Did we fuck?” Billy laughed softly.

“Nah. You wouldn’t let me walk home by myself.”

Steve nodded. “Good. I’m smart sometimes.” He shuffled back onto Billy’s chest. “I like being your friend, Bill. Especially if it means I get to lay on top of you like this. You are warm.” Billy laughed again, watching Steve bounce slightly on his chest.

“I’m always game for a cuddle.” Steve nestled his face into Billy’s chest.

“My head hurts.” He whined into Billy. “And something is jabbing my face.”

“Yeah, you smushed your forehead right into a nipple ring.” Steve’s head shot up again. He went slightly cross-eyed looking at Billy’s nipple.

“Wait, I didn’t know you had this pierced.” He poked at the barbell and surveyed the other one. “Or that one! How many piercings do you have?”

“Well, those two and my nose. I have my left earlobe and two in my right cartilage, I have a Marley piercing, you know the bit under your tongue, and uh, couple more.” Steve squinted at him.

“You do not have your dick pierced.”

“How’d you get that outta what I said?”

“You got weird and said ‘couple more’ and I don’t see any on your face, that means you have your dick pierced.” Billy just shrugged.

“Apparently they feel real good for whoever I’m fuckin’.” A blush worked its way slowly up Steve’s pretty shoulders, settling on his neck. He hid his face back into Billy’s chest.

“Wait, they?”

“Yeah, I got a few goin’ on down there. If you ask real nice, I’d be happy to show you.” Billy purred, running one hand through Steve’s hair. Steve slapped his chest, but Billy watched the blush on his soft skin deepen a few shapes, spreading to his ears.

“I could never do that. The thought of shoving a needle through my dick-” he shuddered.

“You got that cute little belly one. Not much different from that, honestly.”

“Oh, that one was a mess. It took me months to actually go through with it, and even then, Robin had to physically hold me down for it.” Billy laughed.

“How long have you two been close?” Steve hummed.

“Maybe five years now? She did theater and band, and those were typically the only kids that wouldn’t mind hanging out with me. Surprise, the theater kids don’t mind being seen with the token queer.” He sighed, his hand splaying out on Billy’s rips. “We were good friends, but we got really close the summer before last. I had just graduated and was working a shitty job at the mall, and she worked with me. We ended up getting, like, locked in a weird room in the basement and nobody found us for like, a day and a half.”

“There’s a lot to process there.”Steve giggled. “Wait, so how did nobody notice you were gone?”

“My parents aren’t in town a lot. Didn’t notice I hadn’t come home since they weren’t there anyway. Eventually, my friend Dustin found us.”

“Shit, that’s pretty heavy.”

“Yeah, it was sucky, but I had some weed on me so we got high and really bonded while we were down there. Quit the mall, though.”

“Yeah, I can see why. And, you graduated the year before last?”

“I took a gap year. Waited for Robin and, well, the first time I auditioned here, I got in, but didn’t really get a scholarship. My dad refused to pay for school unless I went for something ‘worthwhile’. So I saved up some money and Robin helped me find and apply to scholarships and when I auditioned again, I got better financial aid.”

“Shit, Pretty Boy. I really had you pegged all wrong.”

“How do you mean?”

“I don’t know. When I first met you, figured you were a stuck up type. Kinda had you thought you’d be a rich kid that had everything on a silver fucking platter. I’m sorry I keep assuming shit. I’ve been wrong every time.”

Steve shrugged. “To be fair, grew up a rich kid that did have everything on a silver fucking platter, I mean, that’s how I got into ballet in the first place. I could afford to go to prestigious studios and expensive summer intensives so I did, but the second I say to my dad that I don’t want to study business just to work at his company, to someday run it, say I want to dance, suddenly he's telling me to get a job and put myself through school. Some, very, specific terms were thrown around.”

Billy tightened his arms around Steve.

“I think your dad and my dad should go bowling. Sound like two peas in a homophobic pod.”

#harringrove #yikes writes #yikes talks #i think you are this ballet au's biggest fan lol #harringrove fic #ballet au #teaser #fic teaser #steve harrington #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington

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winrene · 5 years ago

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wenrene fanfic masterpost

(last updated 15/07/2020)

(these are all from ao3, i can try and make one from aff too if anyone wants it, but i don’t really read on there)

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let's get away tonight by daybreaking - “you should really stop showing up like this,” joohyun reprimands, wry and dry, but her hands are reaching out to take the spare helmet anyways. “my parents will know about it someday.” seungwan just grins under her helmet, cheeks full and pressing against the insides of it. she pats the space behind her on the motorcycle. “yeah, someday.”

oneshot, 3,341 words, highschool au

i'll be your naughty girl & i got to have ya babe by throwaway18 - seungwan thinks joohyun is too much of a prude to be able to beat her in a dance-off. and joohyun is certain she's the only person capable of getting into seungwan's nerves.

oneshot, 6,800 words, dancer/rivals au

much ado about nothing by numot94 (futureplans) - seungwan's front-door neighbour is the most beautiful woman she's ever seen, and one day she'll definitely work up the courage to ask her out. in the meantime, though, she'd be happy to get through a conversation without embarrassing herself.

39 chapters, 180,319 words, neighbour au (this is simply gorgeous, one of the best wenrene fics of all time in my opinion, again highly suggest reading their other wenrene fics)

tell me why my gods look like you (and tell me why it’s wrong) by irwens - joohyun waits tables. seungwan is a cook. they work at the same restaurant.

oneshot, 3,333 words, restauraunt au

when you move, i'm moved by birdii (birdmint) - when you're an idol dating a ballet dancer, finding time to appreciate each other is difficult. seungwan and joohyun do their best.

oneshot, 2,195 words, ballet/solo-artist au

playing pretend by xpenguinqueenx - yeri needs a fake girlfriend to meet her parents, and wendy agrees to fill the spot, but mostly because she wants to eat her yogurt in peace. irene is not enthusiastic about their new 'relationship.'

oneshot, 10,026 words, ordinary-life au

this structure fell about our feet (and we were free to go) by redcapesarecoming - the seven times irene and wendy met in an airport

oneshot, 4,740 words, airport au

recessional by birdii (birdmint) - seungwan calls joohyun for a ride to the airport. it's the first joohyun has heard from her in five years.

oneshot, 4,045 words, modern au

rain will make the flowers grow by 8moons2stars - after red velvet splits up, joohyun and seungwan find each other again.

5 chapters, 5,334 words, canon-divergence au (highly suggest reading this author’s other wenrene fics too)

death of the author by numot94 (futureplans) - all seungwan wanted was to escape reality at least for a little while and go live in some fairy tale where everything goes right and everybody’s happy. still, she didn’t expect it to actually happen! now that she’s found herself in the fairy tale kingdom overnight, she’ll do her best to keep the story on track and make sure princess joohyun gets her happily ever after with the prince. of course, nothing is ever that simple, is it?

11 chapters, 35,134 words, fantasy au

the purity club by changdeol - joohyun bae is the president of their school's christian union who thinks she has all the answers. seungwan son proves her wrong.

37 chapters, 152,278 words, highschool au

sweet like honey by hyunsvelvet - son seungwan is in desperate need of a job. when she gets hired as the new secretary for up and coming forensic lawyer bae joohyun, who has developed a habit of firing secretaries, she's determined to keep this job. she pictured joohyun to be cold and distant, but upon meeting her seungwan can't help but notice her warm personality and begins to wonder how she's the same person known for firing secretaries after hiring them just weeks before.

25 chapters, 48,900 words, lawyer au

and i could see for miles, miles, miles by jisooosname - based off of the prompt: in which joohyun runs an advice podcast show and one day, seulgi asks for her advice and she gives an advice so bad that seungwan hunts her down

oneshot, 5,547 words, college radio-host au (fluff and good feelings all around, a very adorable read)

never mind your bleeding heart by numot94 (futureplans) - the first time seungwan saw joohyun, she’d just turned 13 and the older girl was 14, a few weeks away from her birthday. she fell in love instantly.

3 chapters, 32,742 words, childhood au (yes yes i know another numot fic, but god their writing is amazing i can’t help but suggest it cause i just love everything they write)

hey jealousy by fated_addiction - "you know they're not dating." or when wendy struggles with definitions.

oneshot, 1188 words, canon au (i have a thing for this author’s introspective writing. it’s like a drug, also i’m a sucker for lowercase. highly suggest their semicolon and check one series)

a kiss (to build a dream on) by seungvvannie (galaxygerbil) - there are other things and other people that should fill up Irene’s time, but maybe… maybe just for now, it can be her in Irene’s heart. just her on irene’s mind. everything else can wait until tomorrow. wendy just wants tonight.

oneshot, 3,845 words, fallout au

pisces by espressochoreom - in which a 24-year-old joohyun is at a laundromat on a gloomy tuesday morning when she recognizes someone across her washer. it's none other than the girl who had her earnestly question her sexuality in high school��son seungwan. the last time joohyun heard from her was six years ago, months after they graduated from high school, when she told her that she was planning to move and stay in canada for good. but of course, that's not the case anymore. seungwan happens to be in the same laundromat building, and from there they attempt to catch up where they left off. the awkwardness is so consistent; it's laughable.

oneshot, 2,447 words, laundromat au (kinda)

vague hope by beatosuffers - irene only knows one thing: emotions are prohibited.

oneshot, 6,475 words, nier:automata au

yesterday, today, tomorrow by sparksfly7 - there are two new girls this year. one is tall and round-cheeked and sweet-looking. the other one – from canada, with her collection of instruments and powerhouse voice – won’t leave irene alone.

oneshot, 2,796 words, canon au

let it shine by sparksfly7 - “it’s just – i planned to talk more, to give people a good impression, but…” irene trails off, clearly frustrated. “i don’t know.” she drops her head, her hair falling over her face. even the pink streaks in it look duller, as if her mood has washed out the dye. “there was nothing wrong with how you acted.” wendy sits down next to her on the bed. “being quiet isn’t a bad thing.”

oneshot, 2,064 words, canon au

see you soon by leirskald - seungwan tries to be okay with everyone leaving for the new year's holiday, but it's hard when she's the one left behind.

oneshot, 1,237 words, canon au

trust these butterflies by rosybutterflies - the circus just isn't that fascinating for irene bae anymore, having been in it since she was young. but the butterflies in her stomach tell her otherwise every time she's with one of the newbies, son seungwan.

2 chapters, 17,527 words, circus au

in her eyes by blkvelvets - now is definitely not the time to get hooked on a dumb freshman with a smile that could light up planets.

oneshot, 2,387 words, highschool au

i wanna come home to you by newboldtrue - irene says, “thanks for not thinking i’m a serial killer. i guess.” “thanks for letting me throw up the worst new year’s eve of my life in your apartment,” room 53 returns, and irene cracks a tiny smile at that. or, irene doesn't know her upstairs neighbor, really, but it's 5am and she won't stop ringing the doorbell;

oneshot, 1,599 words, neighbours au

the scent of you by ashensprites - seungwan, a private investigator, is hired to find a child who went missing almost 15 years ago.

16 chapters, 38,253 words, private investigator au

the downfalls of procrastination by lovelines (alliwantisthetruth) - fun fact #1 : seungwan has exactly 3 midterms coming up this week. fun fact #2 : seungwan has not started to study for any of her midterms. fun fact #3 : joohyun might kill her before she has the chance to sink her gpa. college au where seungwan is a smart but hot mess(TM) and joohyun cannot tolerate messes but for her, she does. somewhat.

oneshot, 1,413 words, university au

close your eyes, see through mine by sindubu - "her name is joohyun, and if that were the case...." her heel comes up to rub at the bridge of her nose. "why is she even here?" junior shrugs. "the intricacies of repressed lesbianism, my young, sapphic friend, is shockingly not in my field of expertise."

4 chapters, 9,070 words, conversion therapy au

feel my heart come undone by sindubu - wendy is homesick.

oneshot, 1,390 words, canon au

Ongoing

i’m different by throwaway18 - when wendy returns to seoul, being mistaken as a homeless person has been far from her expectations.

6/? chapters, 27,871 enemies to lovers/baker au

my heart and this night (makes this game flicker) by daybreaking - seungwan just got dumped and her roommate is trying to make her feel better by playing cards with her, but she just keeps winning and whispering, "sorry."

4/? chapters, 33,782, university au (an absolute favourite of a fic, it is so so good)

colored out the line by baechuzz - it’s been a while since joohyun had seen sooyoung blooming with happiness and love since her soulmate died. so when joohyun met wendy for the first time and during their handshake, a little dandelion blossomed on her wrist—she decided not to say a word and step back on the sidelines. even if wendy was her soulmate.

4/5 chapters, 27,628 words, soulmate au

somebody wants you by winterbreath - wendy doesn’t need anybody to tell her that this is a bad idea but she needs something to draw attention to the coffee shop; and irene needs a pretend-girlfriend. except Irene is a brat—and can someone please just send wendy to hell.

12/? chapters, 71,840 words, fake/pretend relationship au (another one i love a lot, definitely suggest reading this author’s other fic too, especially their all this love series)

shared space by sapphicirene - seungwan needs a new roommate, and joohyun is searching for an apartment. joohyun wonders if it's bad luck or fate that draws her back to seungwan after all these years.

4/? chapters, 11,259 words, college au (i’m not going to lie, this hasn’t been updated since 2018-12, but the chapters that are written are very lovely, so i think it’s worth a look!)

tea party for two by scarletstring - as a veteran female escort, wendy expects to be between the sheets, receive her pay, and then leave -- all within the hour. but wendy can't tell if this particular client knew that when she was spending her time preparing her tea instead of telling her to take her clothes off.

8/? chapters, 114,713 words, female escort au

noisy thoughts by scarletstring - irene moves in to her new apartment, where she meets her interesting roommate.

15/? chapters, 172,654 words, college au (scarlet is currently on hiatus, but their fics are one of the best things you could read)

just my cover, sweetheart by newboldtrue - wendy threw a disbelieving glance at the woman in her passenger seat. “have i had lunch? i just attended my own funeral, haven’t much been in the mood for eating.” or, son seungwan is leaving her life as a hitman in the past--but when a dead woman criticizes her epitaph and offers her one last job, she finds herself agreeing to help. wendy isn't quite sure what she's signed herself up for.

6/? chapters, 14,319 words, 1950s hitman au (hasn’t been updated in AGES, since 2018-08, but it is honestly a really worthwhile read)

#wenrene #these are my personal favourites #i went all the way to the back of the ao3 wenrene tag for these

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taecalikook · 5 years ago

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What we are not; Soulmates (chapter 2)

summary: you love yoongi with all your heart throughout these five years being in a relationship with him. you always thought he is the one — your one, even when the infamous soulmate signs are still not showing. yet you always wait, because you know it’s him you are destined to be with, forever. but what would happen if then his childhood best friend comes along, with the universe-signed telltales that you have been looking for true love in all the wrong places?

{soulmate!au, established relationship!au}

pairing: min yoongi x female reader x kim taehyung

chapters : prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | epilogue

word count : 10.412

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You drive back to Seoul from your parents residence in Ilsan at dawn, because your first class will be in the early morning. Mina and a few other teachers are out to do rehearsals for the upcoming recital for your grade 4 students, so you are in charge of teaching a few classes for the day. It’s quite exciting somehow, you already missed your students and your first classes would be with the pre-primary ballet students that you greatly adore. You love kids—you always have been on your own as the only children of the family, so to be able to interact and teach the wonderful kids would always certainly be the highlight of your days.

It is not always rainbows and unicorns teaching the kids, but somehow today is arguably the best day of teaching them. They are on their best behavior, kindly following your instruction and order, and you are swooned under their abundant cuteness. Everything went so smoothly until the end of class number two—right before lunch time. The kids are running to their parents, some of them thanking you, giving a short hug before leaving. You smile widely, engulfing their small figure with your own, your heart swelling with adoration and pride. This is how much you love your job, to be able to interact with students and help them achieve their dreams.

One by one they left, until there was only Eunbi, your favorite student left to be picked up by her parents. You are fixing her hair into a cute bun, when suddenly a woman who you recognize as Eunbi’s mother comes to sight. You bow a little, finishing your touch on the girl’s hair. “Bye bye!” You urge Eunbi to her mother, but you can sense hesitation on her. All of a sudden,she turns to you, giving you a tight hug that causes you to squeal in surprise.

“Thank you, seonsaeng-nim! I promise to really work hard and will be like you someday!”

You happily nod, then the cute six years old runs to her mother, waving at you again. You reply with the same enthusiasm, nonchalant to that someone who has been watching for quite sometime now. You were about to head to your room, but your steps freeze when in the corner of your eyes finds the man, leaning on the wall beside him, his arms folded on his chest, a wide gummy smile on his lips. You gasps, instinctively running to his arms with a loud commotion.

“Yoongi!”

“Ugh.” He groans when you literally crash onto him, falling a few steps back due to the force. “Hey, hey, be careful. This precious body can not be injured under any circumstances. I won’t let it.” He cheekily snickers and you frown jokingly, your fingers jabbing to his chest.

“What precious body, huh? I don’t even remember the last time you even exercise, Min Yoongi.” You answer wittily and he chuckles, fixing the strands of hair falling in front of your eyes to the back of your ear, wanting to see your face better. Your heart flutters just to see him again after two days of lock down in your parent’s house.

“I don’t mean mine, I mean yours.” His lips curl into a teasing smirk and you can’t hold back a smile. “Such a flirt.” You smile knowingly, sensing that few people have already been taking an interest in your encounter with Yoongi. You shyly excuse yourself and pull him towards your cubicle, unable to bear another attention pointed at you and him. Fortunately, you have the room to yourselves.

After a soft thud signaling the door is closed, Yoongi suddenly pulls you into his arms, his lips crashing on yours fervently and you are caught by surprise. You instinctively moan to his kisses, your fingers finding its way to his beautiful scalp, softly pulling his hair. His arms are finding its purchase on your waist, tightfully holding on it like he will never let go. You can feel his smile on your lips rhythmically moving against each other, until you have let go to finally get your need for oxygen. Yet Yoongi seems like a possessed man, as he couldn’t take his good lips off of you and travels south to your exposed neck. You let out a constricted moan when you feel his lips nibbling on the sensitive area he already remembers like the back of his hand. “Yoongi...”

All of a sudden, you feel constricted pain on your chest, and hollowness seeps into your heart. Your eyes linger on the scar on your wrist, hidden by your wrist brace while your head figures the reason you are not feeling like you used to. You feel like something is missing while your head is heavily conflicted over the simple kiss you countlessly shared before. What is wrong with you? Why are you feeling like this? The little voice inside your head has the answer for you. It must be him. It must be the guilt you are feeling for your soulmate.

“Y/N, are you okay? You seem off.”

Yoongi lets you go when noticing you are not replying to his movements, and directs his attentive gaze at you. You feel like you are truly exposed, you bite your lips while the gears in your brain are working hard to let out any possible reason for your strange acts. Something inside you seriously considers telling Yoongi about everything, about how you found your soulmate—which is not him, but you can’t find yourself to bring it up. Your lips are frozen. You don’t want to lose him. And knowing how he will act, Yoongi will be Yoongi again. He will let you go without a fight, suppressing all the obnoxious pain inside. And the feeling you have for him does not have the heart to lose or hurt him.

“Yes, I just feel a little bit under the weather. I am sorry, Yoongi.” You reason, a tint of breathily laces your words. instead you chase for a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder. A fitting position so Yoongi cannot detect the lies from your expression.

“It’s okay. I just wish you can get better soon.” Yoongi whispered to your nape while caressing your head affectionately, ending it with butterfly kisses on the top of your head. At that time, you never feel bad like you have betrayed his trust like that ever before. Lying is never your specialty, and you are proud of that feature. You have never lied to Yoongi before, as you always find a sense of comfort in your relationship with him that you have nothing to worry about telling him nearly everything. But now, how can you keep that still?

“Can I take you for lunch? Before your next class, I mean.” He asks, and you are glad that the topic ended on a vague note. You nod energetically, holding your wrist close while grabbing the jacket you hang on your chair. He quickly holds you close, a quiet gasp from your mouth when he lightly grazes the hidden engraved scar on your wrist, before taking your petit hand inside his large ones.

You just hope that everything will be okay. At least until you can find a good way to tell him. Or even any possible way.

One week passes in a breeze, especially when it is packed with schedule for your job. Deadline for recital choreography is just around the corner, in parallel with teaching your students the routine they have to perform in a few months. Few of your students are also only a few weeks away before their grade examination, so you literally have no break in the past week to train them. Hence all the alone time you have in a day is one in the morning before work, and the late nights before you pass asleep.

And it’s a bit strange when you always have a schedule for both of the guys that have been fulfilling your minds since last week. Yoongi always calls you before you go to sleep, when he is still in the middle of work and for you when the exhaustion after a full day of activities is coming off in a great tidal wave. You have to sadly accept the fact that the conversations are not long, mainly because you would fall asleep mid-call, but you are happy to listen to his voice and glad to have a little of Yoongi’s packed schedule either way.

And Taehyung always calls you in the morning, right after you wake up to start your morning run, and after he wakes up on the hospital bed to consume his morning medicine before breakfast. Strangely, the communication with him comes naturally and smoothly, and it doesn’t seem like you just met him a week ago. During the calls, he told you about himself, about where he studied in California, about his deepest dream of becoming an art curator, his dislike of alcohol and coffee or about his early childhood dream of having a 40meters-tall Gundam robot built on his house front lawn. You really cannot spare a laugh whenever you are talking with him, and truth to be told, you do not wonder why.

Taehyung also is very attentive during your stories. You tell him about yourself, your deep down dream of performing on stage again, your severe addiction to high school musical, and your wish to build another large set of legos again since your high school days. Talking to him is relaxing and addicting in its own way, like your body is chasing for its own high whenever you listen to his voice. You can’t deny that morning calls with Taehyung have become ones of the highlights of your days.

It’s Saturday, and you are glad that the week has finally come to an end. You have no class for the weekend, so you gladfully have the day all to yourself. You do not really plan anything for the day, and intend to keep it that way. After a week of exhaustion is paid in a 12 hours long sleep, you woke up straight at 10AM with fifteen missed-calls, two from your mother, five from Taehyung and eight of them from Yoongi. Sensing that Yoongi is most definitely not a numerous missed call type of person, you quickly punch his numbers in your phone, and after two beeps, he picks up.

“Y/N! Hi, sorry to bother your long-awaited weekend. I know you wanted to rest this whole day, but can you help me? Please, please, I desperately need your help.” Yoongi rushedfully speaks on the other side of the call, a sense of panic is evident in his tone. You raise from your bed and turn wary over his voice. It must be serious if Yoongi is that scared.

“Of course, Yoongi. What is it?”

“I just got a call from my boss that one american artist is interested in my work and offers me a music producing job for his upcoming tour.” Yoongi informs you, still in his panicked tone. But after hearing such great news, you immediately jump on your spot, the sense of happiness and pride engulfing your heart for the great opportunity for your boyfriend. You know the talent Yoongi has is beyond everyone’s great mind, and you do believe that opportunities will come like a wildfire sooner or later for him.

“It’s amazing, Yoongi! I am so proud of you, ugh! My boyfriend is a crazy talented music producer!” You squeal in glee, a hundred percent thrilled for him. You can imagine how Yoongi would shyly smile on the other side of the call. It has been your relationship dynamic, in which you would always be the expressive one and he would shyly drive from your adoration. Well, mostly outside sex, though.

“Thank you, Y/N, that means a lot coming from you.” Yoongi whispers and truly means it. You might not know it from his cold exterior, but he does consider you as the most important person in his life, and your opinion matters the most for him. Lots of his colleagues or friends congratulate him, but part of him, the cynical side of his is always so sceptical of the praises. But for you? He trusts you with all his heart. To have your great support for his job as a music producer is the greatest gift he believed to ever receive.

“So what can I help you with? You know I’ll support you whenever wherever, Yoongi. You do not need to ask it.”

“I know that, I know.” He eventually chuckles after hearing your sweet hoarse morning laugh on the other side. Something flutters inside his chest, and he tries hard to ignore it. Damn, he must be too intoxicated. Five years in a relationship and he still feels the same flutters. How crazy is that? He thought to himself, but still trying to focus on the important matter in hand. “Y/N, I will have the meeting in… 30 minutes. Can you help me with something?” You hum an agreement, casually walking out of your bed to your dressing table.

“Anything. Just say it, baby.”

“Taehyung is being released today from the hospital. No worries, it would not be awkward for you, cause you are not there alone. Hobi will be there too! But you know I can’t trust him by himself, right? His messy ass can only do so and I can only trust you taking care of Taehyung. Can you please help him discharged today, Y/N?”

You gulped, most definitely did not expect it to be the wish Yoongi is asking for. All week you have been contemplating whether it is right for you to keep contacting Taehyung behind Yoongi, but your body and heart always reasons that you are keeping the friendship with Taehyung casual and light, and Taehyung is well informed about your situation. Inevitably, Taehyung has taken a huge part inside your life in such a short time and the thought of losing him somehow scares you. Whenever you reach out to him, you feel light and happy by heart—like a shot of endorphin to your body and frankly, you never want it to end.

This is bad. And the one thing that is going through your mind is Yoongi deserves none of these things kept away from him. You still love Yoongi, you know so but your body is betraying how you feel about Taehyung. It’s like you are programmed to chase your soulmate close, and you hate how it does you, cause it’s utterly iniquitous to both of the men you care so much about. It’s on you. You need to do something.

“I—i’m not really sure if that's good to…”

“Please, please! Can you do it for me? Taehyung’s father has been asking for a while now, and Hobi has never visited before, so I’m not sure if he would pass the security procedure. And that idiot must be wearing his godforsaken clothes, God, I’m not sure the security would be happy to let him in.”

You nervously chuckle, flashing back the time Hobi wore freaking neon green clothes and gold chain to one of your loaded mutual friend's formal birthday dinner gala. He ended up being chased out after a few drinks due to literally stealing the spotlight with his attire, acts, and loud laugh. Everything he wears or does is just spoken like Hoseok, and his rightful and sincere self is what actually attracts you to him. You found it endearing for someone to be so true to themselves.

“Okay, okay. But you owe me one, okay? I want soooo many nuggies from McDonalds.” You crack a joke and hear Yoongi groaning on the other side, reminded of your unhealthy addiction to those nuggets.

“I owe you everything, Y/N, you know it. But yes, yes. I’ll buy you as many nuggets you want.”

“Okay, then. Good luck for the meeting, baby. I...i love you.” You whispered, a sudden hesitation due to the guilt seeping inside your chest for saying the words you have been saying for five years now. You know damn well why you are feeling this way—because you are hiding something so crucial from him. It’s not something you've ever done before, and you find yourself drowned in an indescribable amount of fear of losing him whenever you want to tell him anything. And it slowly is killing you too.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers, and the sincere tone lacing on his words catches your breath. It’s silly how his confession always stirs something inside you, and you are left breathless every time.

“I love you so much, and whatever I get or achieve, I’ll be thanking the universe for letting me love you first.”

At his heartfelt confession, you feel the tears on the corner of your eyes desperate to come out. His words are entrancingly beautiful, and could probably be the most romantic words your boyfriend has ever said to you during these five years long relationship. Somehow, his words send a deep assurance to your heart, that you will and should not budge for anything or anyone. You belong to Yoongi, have been for five years and will continue until the very end. Your relationship would not budge. You won’t let it.

You park your car in the lobby of the familiar hospital you visited once before—the hospital in which Taehyung resides for nearly two weeks. Whenever Taehyung crosses your mind, you feel something on your chest, the heartbeat turns irregular and now, both your palms turn clammy out of nerves. You just wish that Hoseok will arrive soon, so you don’t have to be alone with him and forced to deal with your ignorant body which somehow, has a mind of its own now. You hate how you become less of your own person, as you always crave for your soulmates like an addict. You just wish that it would soon decrease, since you are serious about keeping your relationship with Yoongi. And keep seeing Taehyung might not be the best—even the worst solution to achieve that.

“Hey, Y/N! You are here.”

You look back, finding the best friend you have not seen since forever, giving him a light hug and squeeze of joy. “Hobi! You are here. I miss you! It feels like we haven't seen each other for how long now!” You squeal in delight. Hoseok grins widely, showing his neat pearly whites—a smile that could probably lighten the whole world.

“Yes, you have been hanging out too much with that old, boring sack pish posh of party pooper you call boyfriend.” Hoseok sassily replies, hanging both his hands on either side of his hips.You roll your eyes, a smile reaching for them after realizing that you indeed miss his cute antics. “Nah, kidding. I miss you too, Y/N. How have you been?”

“I’ve been good, thanks. And you look… like Hoseok.” You nod in gratitude, as your eyes check him from head to toe. Yoongi was 100% correct when he spat on Hoseok’s probable improper choice of attire for a hospital visit. Electric blue colored baggy shirt, camo blue cargo pants and a pair of white chunky shoes. You do wonder how Hoseok is always able to give a trademark on whatever attire he wears and you get a sense of pride of your best friend to be able to wear anything right, in his own style.

“Thank you! I’ll take that as a compliment.” Hoseok smiles, looping your hands in his. He closes to your ear and mutters a whisper while wiggling his eyebrows. “This sundress looks damn cute on you too, Y/N.” You push him away, as he chuckles lightly and pulls you to the hospital entrance.

The way to just enter Taehyung’s floor is long and tiresome, per usual. Good for you, you did the procedure before on your previous visit, so you just need to offer your ID again for identification. But for such a high energy person like Hoseok, you can see how much he suffers just to follow the procedure. You also can see how cautious the guards are paying great attention to Hoseok, and you silently applaud Yoongi’s decision to attach you to the event. Hoseok might not survive on his own this event.

“You know, I am this close to running away and never help that fucker Taehyung discharged.” Hoseok huffs after an all body inspection was finished and he is good to enter the elevator to Taehyung’s floor. His lips were jutted, hands clasped on his chests. “That rich son of a bitch owes me one. You know, I truly felt mistreated! I felt treated liike a fucking terrorist by those guards!”

“Hey.” You nudge Hoseok on a ribcage. “Be nice. You know that it’s all on his father, right? Taehyung has no voice on this, we should not blame him. For all we know he could be the victim of his vile father.”

Hoseok looks at you with a questioning manner, and you feel small under his smothering gaze. Oops, you must have said something wrong.

But he just shrugged, throwing his eyes to the metal door. “I don’t really buy it. But tell me, how do you even know him anyway? It seems like you are so close to Taehyung. I just can’t really figure how since he went to the US a few years back and didn’t come home until now. Did Yoongi introduce you to him before?”

Damn Hoseok and his smart ass. You were struggling in letting out a word, but you swear to any God that listen that time must be on your side, because as Hoseok finishes the probing question about your unexpected proximity with Taehyung, the lift arrives at the final destination—your soulmate’s floor. You quickly step out of the lift, and as you know Hoseok is easily distracted, you quickly take advantage to point at one room you remember as Taehyung’s room. “There! Let’s go.”

Noting Hoseok’s burning gaze on your back at your sudden change of act, you scramble in panic and knock on Taehyung’s door. A level voice is heard from inside and with a leaping heartbeat you slowly push the door, finding him seated on the side of the bed—his fingers rolling the sleeve of his blue buttoned shirt. His large eyes immediately averted to you, a smile eventually reaching them at your presence. His expression is exactly how you always imagined them and you find warmth engulfing your chest. A strange feeling of wanting to hold him close does appear, but you quickly push it away with a strained smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Taehyung welcomes with a large smile, and you instantly relax under his ministry. He instinctively reaches for you with his palm, gesturing you to come closer. So you subconsciously follow, inching closer to his side. “I didn’t know you’d be here. Not that I mind, though. I’ve been wanting to see you forever.”

“Flirt.” You snort while rolling your eyes, just the exact moment both of your hands are touching, and you feel it again. The familiar yet so strange sensation of reaching out to your soulmate. The electricity rushing through your vein, the spark exploding on your head and chest and the ragged breath like you are being chased. It was literally an out-of-body experience, especially to note since it is just your second touch with him. “Wow. I don’t think I could ever get used to that.” You whisper more to yourself. By the expression worn in Taehyung’s face, how unresponsive he is to your comment, you notice how he is feeling just the same way you are feeling right now.

“Well for me, I don’t really know how I could stop chasing for that.” Taehyung whispers, and you suddenly feel hot and bothered over such a simple sentence. You shyly held your hand behind your back. Eyes zooming into the small vase of blue lily still rested on his dressing table, hoping the world will swallow you whole.

Then a sound is heard, right from your back and you notice it’s freaking Hoseok, clearing his throat like he just choked on a fucking stone. You quickly shy away, realizing that you have been too much in your world right now and how awkward it must have been for Hoseok to witness the both of you acting strangely—like you never seen each other since world war two. Gosh, you are an idiot!

“Hey, hyung. Good seeing you.” Taehyung smiles, giving Hoseok a slight hug of welcome. Hoseok welcomes the hug, curling his lips into a smile. They both let go, and Hoseok rests his palms on both of the younger man’s shoulders, His eyes checking for any visible scar on his face.

“Yes, I know you are happy to see me. But how dare you visit the hospital first before visiting your favorite hyung?! The audacity.” He hisses, as Taehyung smiles warmly. You can barely hold a smile just seeing him, feeling the light blissfulness, courtesy of what Taehyung might be feeling that transferred to you. “And not only that, I have to be treaten like a fucking terrorist in this building. I can’t believe this is how you're going to treat this favorite hyung of yours!”

“I really want to apologize, hyung. But you lost your chance when you never even visited once! Even Y/N here visited me before. I can’t believe the ‘favorite’ hyung I’ve known since forever never even visited me once.”

Hoseok immediately scrambles to crush Taehyung into his arms, using his baby voice to apologize. “You know how much I love you by heart, my favorite brother! Hyung is sorry for not visiting you sooner, I was so swamped for work these few weeks and seriously, I am exactly just free today. I am not lying! You’ll forgive your favorite hyung, right?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes but chuckles either way, standing up to the bed to take his jacket, holding it close to his chest instead of wearing it. “Of course. But now we are going to a restaurant of my choice and you are paying, hyung. Okay?”

Hoseok frowns, quickly reasoning to get out of Taehyung’s punishment but you can hardly decipher it as Taehyung offers his hand to you, guiding you to walk in front of him with his palm hovering over your back. You bite your lips hard to avoid quenching your desired squeal. You are this close to losing it for you can’t bear but to swoon for his mannerful gesture.

The road to the nearest diner of Taehyung’s choice was pleasant, with both men seated on the front seat, talking vibrantly with each other. You did offer to sit in front, considering that it might still be dangerous if there is a sudden stop that might hurt Taehyung, but he insisted by telling you that two weeks recovery was more than enough for him to go on with his activities as usual. Not intending to argue further—as you know your probability of winning is severely low, you just walk to the back seat and watch them interact. Listening to them also brought an understanding to you that Taehyung met Hoseok as Yoongi’s best friend since high school, and their personalities match greatly so Taehyung did tag along with lots of Yoongi and Hoseok’s hangouts.

You cannot help but to agree that it was the perfect spot for you to just pay your full attention to Taehyung, the boxy smile he possesses, the cute crinkle on his nose, the excessive usage of um and that’s why, or the way his eyes lighten up at literally any stories Hoseok is telling him which he might be missing during the past five years. It warms your heart to just see him being goofily himself. You are enjoying the dynamic, when an alarm goes off inside your head, warning that it is not a good sign for you and your so-called sturdy decision to ignore the whole soulmate thing.

But who are you to deny that when you are with him, you cannot think straight? How did you even think of doing that? It’s nearly impossible when you already get a taste of being with your soulmate, even just as friends. This selfish part of you just don’t want to lose him too.

Oh God, how much you despise yourself now...

“Hey, Y/N. Are you okay?”

The sudden question spoken by Taehyung brings you back to reality, as you absentmindedly look at the both guys now staring back at you. You are confused, as you did not even let out a sound, and you swear they are just talking about something just now. “I—i’m fine. Is there something wrong?”

“Not really.. I just felt—”

Then it hits you. You just had an inner war towards your own feelings, and the bond you share with him must be letting him know how conflicted you felt just now. But you eye Hoseok warily, as he must be confused from the sudden change of interest of Taehyung with no possible impulse from you. You shake your hand, cheeks turning red from the sudden interest in yourself. “No, no I’m fine. You can continue.”

The conversation ends with a comfortable silence, and in just another minute, the car arrives. “We are here!” Hoseok squeals lightheartedly, fortunately changing the serious mood that just ensues. After parking on the nearest empty spot, you quickly walk out, taking a deep breath of nerves for just this close of being caught by Hoseok.

Truth to be told, you don’t really know whether you can tell the whole story to him, but know he would rationally tell you to face it and make your choice but you somehow despise hearing that. You just wish you had more time—the time you don’t have.

You visited the diner frequently before, since it’s actually Yoongi and Hoseok’s favorite place. You take a seat, while Taehyung chooses a seat beside you and Hoseok seated in front him. You zoom into the menu, choosing what you’ll have for lunch. You really like the pasta served here as it’s one of their specialties, But as a ballerina you don't have many chances to eat carbs, since you do notice the difference in how your body feels for each of your intake of food. But it’s your free time, right? You desperately want to do whatever you want to do today, but somehow you still can shake off the guilt off your shoulder.

“You know what to choose? You seem confused.” Taehyung whispers, his eyes looking at you from his long fringe. The proximity of him talking quite flusters you, but you quickly ignore them and try to let out a coherent answer.

“I really like the pasta here, but I am not sure my job really allows me to.” You painstakingly whimpered, gulping for looking at the tasty looking pasta on the menu. “I don’t really have any performance coming up, but I think I have been slacking a lot in this whole food management, and—”

“I don’t really see the point of you needing to suffer yourself for that. It’s saturday anyway, you need to get a break. You deserve to have the food you really want.” Taehyung suggests with a warm smile, and the way he speaks really sends a great impression of friendliness instead of teaching, and you are grateful for that. “I know you are able to burn those carbs very soon, Y/N. But it’s your choice, of course. You know what’s best for you.”

You nod thankfully, looking up to Hoseok as he instantly throws his gaze somewhere else like he has been caught staring the whole time. You duck your face down to the menu, fear overcoming you for Hoseok to notice how strangely close both of you are acting, and the possibility of him knowing the exact reason why. The waitress comes to take your order, and you decide to instead order another food that better suits your diet, a baked chicken parmesan. Uncomfortable silence ensue before Taehyung break the silence

“How’s the kids recital preparation? Is it going well?” Taehyung asks, his eyes settled on you. You immediately lighten up for remembering your students, as you lively explain to him the event that just ensued a few days ago with your lovable students.

As both of you talk, Hoseok pays attention to both Taehyung and you. He was exactly seated there, but it seems like you and Taehyung are in your own bubble, talking about your stories while Taehyung responds with the same excitement, his arm resting on your chair’s backrest. Hoseok really did not want to pry, he knows you may be friends, but you and Taehyung do seem too close for your own good. And he be damned if he can’t see the hopeful, head over heels gaze coloring Taehyung’s eyes and how identical it is to Yoongi’s whenever you are around. It frightens him to think that there might a possibility of—

Hoseok quickly shakes his head, not even wanting to continue his thoughts. There is no way in hell Taehyung or you could do something as vicious and evil as that.

Right?

“It’s quite hot in here, right?” You whimper, feeling the heat inside the diner starting to get uncomfortable. The sweat sticking out on your skin, especially with the white cardigan you are wearing to compliment the blue sky colored sleeveless sundress. Mindlessly, purely out of discomfort, you unattach the cardigan off your body, hanging it on the backrest of the chair. When you rest your naked arm on the table, Hoseok’s eyes suddenly notice something quite eccentric and noticeable engraved on your wrist. Something familiar, since he definitely saw the same scar before though...

The vibrant blue scar. Your soulmate scar.

“What the fuck is that, Y/N?! No—no! It can’t be..” Hoseok whispered to himself, reaching for Taehyung’s wrist all of a sudden. He remembered seeing it on the car, the identical electric blue scar on his brother’s wrist but yet to make a comment as he was going to question it for personally, just the two of them later. But he did not expect to be seering it in pair, with Yoongi girlfriend's wrist His breath hitched, his head spinning. God must be fucking joking with this, teeth grind in fret.

Seeing Hoseok’s fervent reaction to the scar you have been trying to hide from everyone, you shy away your wrist, pining it down to your lap in shame. You cursed your careless act, completely forgot the fact that the scar is there and you accidentally fucking showed it to Yoongi’s best friend. Just like a fool, you regret what you have done. Should you have said it sooner? Probably The moment you saw him. The panic, fear and regret was too much to handle as a tear or two escapes your eyes.

“Hyung…” Taehyung whispers, sensing the 180 degree changes in the mood on the table. He is wary and nervous over Hoseok’s missing cheerful persona—in which he has shifted into a dark, serious Hoseok he rarely saw before. “I—I know this is too much to process, but you have to know this is not on our consent. We know how you feel about this. We feel it too, especially about Y/N and Yoongi hyung’s relationship, but we are trying over here. Okay? Please.”

“When did you know?” Hoseok lowly questions, his eyes gazing deep to you and you never feel as scared as you feel right now. Taehyung knows Hoseok is directing the question towards you, and it is not a wise move to do the fight for you, so Taehyung waits for you to answer, ducking his head down in guilt. Inside he is also regretting the fact that he should’ve told Hoseok about all this. There shouldn’t be any awkward encounter like this if he were to execute this better, and you don’t have to feel ashamed of your bond with him. He just thought that Hoseok is your friend too, it would be unfair for him to tell it behind you. But he most definitely did not expect it to go this way.

“Two days after Taehyung got into the accident. At the hospital.” You whispers, your eyes are still trailing on your lap. “I brought him blue lilies. He touched me, and the scar appeared.”

Silence again. “So, it’s been nearly two weeks since then. And you both have been seeing each other behind our backs?”

“No!” Both you and Taehyung simultaneously answer, as one thing Hoseok needs to know is that none of this meant to cheat on Yoongi. “This is just a friendship. Nothing more, oppa. I would never, never cheat on Yoongi. You know it.” Then you feel the abhorring pain in your chest, even if you can’t differentiate whether it’s on you or Taehyung. But you are thoroughly desperate, and your rationality flew out of the window.

“Don’t be stupid, you know it will be never just that. Both of you are fucking soulmates, you are out of your fucking head for each other and there’s no way this can go platonic. Do you understand that?”

You do not answer Hoseok’s curt questions, tears substantially escape your eyes and before you know it, you are crying hard. Internally, you know how correct Hoseok is. It’s quite impossible to keep contacting your soulmate and have a relationship with someone else. “I never meant it to go this way. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt Yoongi. You know how much we love each other from these past five years, oppa. You know when I say I love him, I really mean it.” Another booming pain in your chest, yet you shrug it away.

“I—I know. I’m not accusing you of anything, Y/N. Don’t cry, I don’t want to see you cry.” He sighs, guilt raising on his chest at your rapid tears. Hoseok takes one or two deep breaths to calm himself before continuing.

“Does Yoongi know anything about this?”

“Not yet. I am planning on it soon, though.”

“Okay. I’ll let you do it your own way.” Hoseok nods, clenching his fist together in agony. He knows Yoongi like the back of his hand, and as the most selfless person he has ever met in this lifetime, Hoseok knows that Yoongi would sacrifice everything for yours and Taehyung’s happiness. But what saddens him is that Yoongi is truly, sincerely in love with you, and now he has to lose someone so precious and important for him. Again. Hoseok does not want to be a living witness of Yoongi turning into another soulless body like he has seen before. Sad to say, the relationship you have with Yoongi does bring the best out of him, and he never saw Yoongi could love anyone the way he loves you.

Another thing that you might not be aware of is that Yoongi has been keeping an engagement ring he bought two years ago, ready to pop the question for promising you an eternity together. Hoseok even recalls Yoongi wanting to do it on the night of your five years anniversary before Taehyung’s accident occurred. But how can the universe be so vicious to decide to play with him once more? Hoseok cannot stand the thought of Yoongi being hurt once again—only God knows what would happen by then.

“One suggestion, Y/N.” Hoseok whispers with choked tears, breaking the silence on the table. Both of yours and Taehyung’s eyes find Hoseok’s own, waiting for him to continue.

“When you do break up with him, do it the fast way. Don’t drag him, lead him, or do anything that further hurt him.” Listening to Hoseok, you feel massively hurt, like a bullet to the heart.

“And then let him go. Don’t think of making a friendship with him, at least for a while.” Hoseok’s saddened gaze is looking up to you. You wanted to deny him, telling him that you would rather die than to hurt him, than to be separated from him, that you love him more than anything, but nothing. Nothing comes out of your lips, just a silent nod as an answer.

“That’s the least we can do to him, as I know all of us on this table know how Yoongi is the last person to deserve this kind of thing coming his way.”

After the lunch you had with Hoseok and Taehyung, Hoseok takes you back to the hospital to get your car and head back home. You still can feel the dense air amongst the three of you that you feel like you can slice it and choke it down your throat—how you wish to be able to do it. Hoseok is no longer in his best mood, and when you arrive back at the hospital, you wanted to ask how Taehyung is going back home, but Hoseok quickly meddled before you could voice out your thoughts.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’ll take Taehyung home. You can go back, now.”

You hesitantly nod, tightening your cardigan against your body, shuffling out of Hoseok’s car. Faintly, you hear Taehyung asking to wait until you safely enter your car, but you choose to not pay more heed to the flutter inside your chest caused by Taehyung’s careful attention. You hate yourself having to admit that if you are in a different circumstance—if you did not meet Yoongi and do not have such a beautiful, fulfilling relationship with him—you feel like you are ready to freefall to this whole soulmate thing to Taehyung.

Your head is already hurting from thinking too much, and you really just want to jump on your bed, watching netflix until your head hurts from too much radiation. Even that would be more convenient rather than the ugly feeling you are having right now. You enter your car, let out a deep sigh and look far away to particularly nothing. Suddenly your phone rings, signaling one new message arrived. You slide your lock screen—which is the picture of you and Yoongi, smiling on top of Tokyo Tower in the trip you had a year ago—yet choosing not to dwell on the sentiment in the picture. You find a voice message from that same person. Your boyfriend.

Yoongi’s warm voice instantly welcomes you. “Y/N, I got a message from Taehyung. Thank you for helping him discharged today. I owe you everything that I really think even a lifetime won’t be enough to repay you. But no worries, I’ll make sure to repay you well, m’kay? Gosh, I knew I should have put a bogus romantic statement there about paying you with my love for my whole life but you know I can’t go there and you understand me. Thank God for that.”

At his romantic statement, you feel a thorn of guilt prickling your stomach. The feeling is so vivid you have to rest your forehead on the steering wheel, holding the tears that are pooling on the corner of your eyes since you are excessively tired of crying. Yoongi loves you, he loves you too much and now you have to hurt him. You have to say that somehow, the universe is mistaken for pairing you with someone else as a soulmate, which ironically is his brother. You never feel like you have betrayed him like this before.

“After I finished this super long and exhausting meeting, can we meet? I’ll go to your apartment. I can’t be too long to stay, though. Have to finish my demo.”

“I also have something to tell you. I don’t know if it is good news or bad news. I just can hope.”

Your eyebrow scrunched at his vague last question, but as far as you concerned, you know his news won’t be as shocking as heartbreaking as what you have to tell him. You really do not know if it is right for you to break him the news at the moment. But as far as your heart goes, you need to tell him today. Or else you will break due to all the guilt and sadness piling up inside your chest. Tonight, you will tell him everything, about how you found Taehyung and somehow the universe got all these soulmate things mixed up. And you swear to yourself that you will do whatever in your power to make Yoongi stay, to convince him that you will do everything to assure him that you are the one he is destined to be with, and you do not want anyone else but him, forever.

“See you, Y/N... I—I love you.”

The message ends, but it does stir something inside you. Hoseok words come around your head once again, and your determination rises. You will be with Yoongi. You want to prove to yourself and everyone that you are your own self, nothing—not even the universe could ever take your choice for you about Yoongi. You love him, he loves you, and you are fighting for that. You just wish Yoongi could see how much you want to fight for him, and stop sacrificing his own happiness for everyone. You know how selfless he can be, and you are fucking scared he would give up on you the moment you tell him. But even so, you will not surrender. You will go wherever he goes, you will love him no matter how keen he is to push you away. So then he can finally be happy too, cause you’d choose him over anyone else.

“That’s the least we can do to him, as I know all of us on this table know how Yoongi is the last person to deserve this kind of thing coming his way.”

The clock has already struck twelve, your roommate is safely sleeping in her own room but Yoongi still has not arrived. You sent him a message, asking if he were still coming or not, but he only replied with a short message of ‘wait for me’ and a wink emoticon. You feel like you are on the edge somehow, the weather is particularly cold that night so you wear your fluffiest sweater and comfiest pants. You are seated in the shared space of the living room, your fingers fidgeting against each other, and your lips are busy repeating the words you have been practicing since the evening. You also think of a possible scenario after breaking the news, already preparing yourself to always hold onto him. Your head is throbbing, your stomach uncomfortable since you have not eaten since that lunch with Taehyung and Hoseok, but you refused to eat. It seems like the nerves bundling in your stomach is acting up, so the thought of putting anything into your stomach is greatly repulsive now.

Suddenly, your phone signaled one new message. You literally jump on your seat, fumble on your steps to take the electronic resting on the desk in front you. You thought it would be Yoongi, but how wrong you were as you read the message laced with concern for your well-being. Of course from your soulmate.

From : Taehyung

Hey, why is my stomach hurting and my head spinning like I just had the worst hangover ever? What happened? Is everything okay? Have you eaten? [00:17]

You wince, completely insensitive to the fact that you actually share a soulmate bond with someone, and that your pain is no longer your own. You feel sorry for Taehyung, but you’re seriously unable to do anything other than waiting for Yoongi to come home, and tell him what’s bothering you these past two weeks.

To : Taehyung

Sorry for that. But I am now waiting for Yoongi to come, I think I should let him know today. [00:19]

It hasn’t been a minute until you heard a beep, signaling a response. Probably from Taehyung. It is.

From : Taehyung

I see [00:19]

I hope everything will be okay. [00:21]

You glumly rest your phone on your desk, heaving a deep breath while diverting your face to the apartment’s ceiling—a habit you sow whenever you want to stop the tears from falling out. What frustrates you the most, you yourself cannot define what okay is to whatever situation you are having right now. You can’t even think anyway your relationship would ever stay the way it is right now. When Yoongi looks at you after you told him, you will never be just his girlfriend. You would also be Taehyung’s soulmate, the universe-chosen one. You can only hope that will not be the case.

Suddenly, in the midst of your inner conflict, a soft knock was heard on the door. You entangle yourself off of the couch, slightly running to your door to find Yoongi behind it with a tired smile attached on his lips. Even with the tiredness shown on his face, he seems content and the moment he sees you standing in front of him, his eyes instantaneously light up and the smile on his face widens. You were a bit hesitant in what to do, but Yoongi spares no second as he quickly pushes himself on you, attaching his body to yours in a deep hug.

“I am so, so glad to see you.” Yoongi whispers, his eyes closing as he savors the sweet scent of rose and freesia on your body—a familiar one, the one he remembers like his own. You held him closer, burying your face on his shoulder. “Y/N, I swear today is the greatest day of my life and I could not tell you how happy I am to finally end this day with you. So many great things happened today, and I just can’t imagine anything would bring me down right now.”

Listening to his words, you find it’s terribly difficult to even breathe. Yoongi just had the best day of his life—he is usually not really the type to speak up on how happy he is—and you are about to crush him with something that not only spoils his day, but probably everything going on in his life. You know that he is handling big projects with the American artist he talked about previously, and you really do not want to make him pay that much for you. And knowing Yoongi, he is the type to hold every emotion within, and you are terrified about what might result from what you are about to tell him.

Noting your silence, Yoongi pulls you inside your apartment, closing the door and leading you to the sofa. You trail behind him and sit when he gestures you to sit. All done in silence, and you really try your best to put on a smile to him, begging him to just buy your acts and do not ask what has been bothering your mind. Or you will burst into heavy tears and hence, ruining the best day of his life.

But Yoongi seems to be too lively to notice your silence, and he continues the story. You are thankful for the nonchalance. “I had this meeting this afternoon. I sent him a couple of demos, and the mixes I did overnight for his songs. He really seems to like it, and I really am not sure how and why, he at that time directly sent me a contract! God, Y/N, you can’t believe how important this is to me and my company as well. This could be the breakthrough we are waiting for forever…”

You smile widely, trying to set aside the conflict inside your mind and jump to hug him. You caress his back, humming in content and pride for the great news from him. “Gosh, I am really, really happy for you, oppa. You deserve this more than anyone, you have such amazing talent and now the world finally gets the opportunity of enjoying your beautiful creation!”

Both of you let go of each other, and Yoongi engulf your hand in his. “I thank you for that too. For being the biggest supporter ever. You deserve the credit, Y/N.” He smiles warmly, his gruff thumb sweeping your cheek in adoration. You hum, slightly leaning your head to his fingers, calmly savoring the moment you share with him.

“Yoongi, can I kiss you?”

By that time, you don’t know but you just feel like you need to kiss him. You are desperate to feel him again, to feel the love you both nurture since five years ago. And on the receiving end, Yoongi doesn't know why you even let out such ridiculous questions, but he doesn’t pay too much heed as he pulls you close, his lips crashing on yours and your eyes lull to close. His lips move and you sense how slow and careful he is with the kiss, like he is not expecting anything other than a taste of your lips. By then, you could not hold the sadness inside your chest, and also your tears back. First tears fall from the corner of your eye, then the second, and it continues until Yoongi tastes the salty liquid and realizes you have been crying.

“Hey, hey, baby.. What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did I do something?” Yoongi held both sides of your face, eyes filled with worry, shock and guilt over your unexpected response. You shake your head, wiping the tears with your sleeve.

“No! I just… I just love you, Yoongi.” You look up to him with glassy eyes of tears. “I don’t want to lose you.” You frustratedly let out a piece of what you have been thinking since two weeks ago, and you let out all remaining tears crash into a loud sob. Even without a context—which is actually the most important information you have been holding from giving to him. Oh God, how you hope you don't have to do such an evil thing.

“Are you kidding? You would not lose me, silly. You—you matter the most to me. Yes, this job might be good and all, but you are the most important thing here. I could be here, doing what I love to do is because of your support. You told me—not only by words, but with your life that I should be whatever I want to be. I really hate myself for not saying it much, but I love you so bad, it’s crazy, Y/N.” Yoongi let out a nervous chuckle, a slight hue of red coloring his supple cheeks. His left hand is reaching for his pocket, fishing for something. You bit your lips, agonizing everything he said. You can’t believe that Yoongi just breathed the sweetest thing ever to existence, yet you hesitate greatly and are unable to let out even a reply.

“I am going to Los Angeles tomorrow. I have to meet the artist, his company, and other boring people to kick off the whole project.” He nibbles on his lips—a habit of his whenever he is nervous. You found yourself silent, unable to reply. You are currently in the state of overwhelmed by every word he said. He is going to fucking Los angeles and how you would ever confess to him about the vibrant blue scar on your wrist is beyond you.

“I’ll be there for two weeks. And while I’m there, can you help keeping this for me?” He asks while offering a small-sized box with a golden wrapper, a small black ribbon stuck on the top. You look closer with curiosity, hesitantly receiving it despite not knowing what to feel about the gift.

Yoongi appears to be quite nervous as he is looking anywhere but you, his teeth scraping his lower lips harshly. “I bought it two years ago. It’s—it’s for you, though.”

You look down at the small wrapped box, as you completely have no idea what Yoongi might buy from two years ago for you, and decided to hide it from you until now. A ridiculous idea passes through your head, but you quickly kick it away for making no sense at all. It can’t be that, right?

“Can I open it now?” You calmly asked, your finger already sitting on top of the ribbon, ready to rip it open.

“No!” Yoongi shouts, a little bit too loud from his usual level tone, and you frown at his tone. Yoongi is aware that now he is just a pile bundle of nerves, and you seriously can't imagine how much he wants to puke from giving that item he has been thinking about for a long time now. But this is not the right time. Yet. He just has to be patient on this. You deserve better than having it disclosed inside your old apartment, with just him wearing the same clothes he wore since yesterday, and he promises you to give the best he could do with his life. He will find the perfect time, the perfect occasion to do just that.

“Sorry. Actually I wanted you to keep it until I go back to Seoul. But it’s okay if you want to open it before then—since it actually belongs to you—but I would love it if I can give it to you again. In just two weeks.”

You raise your eyebrow in pure curiosity. “Why don’t you just save it and give it to me in two weeks?”

“I—I just want you to keep it for now! I know you are such a slob, Y/N, but you can keep this much, right? For me?” Yoongi sassily replies, unable to handle the pressure again. He went to his old, cold way of asking you to stop messing with his head again. Gosh—you are so innocent and insensitive he just wants to squish and protect you and never let you go.

You scrutinize the box, feeling unsure of the thought of keeping it without knowing what it is for two weeks. But you know you will manage, since it is for Yoongi. You can do this much for him. “Okay then. I’ll try.” You hum as an approval.

“Thank God.” He sighs, thrilled that the conversation regarding the gift is over at last. You do notice how thrilled he was at the change of topic, but refuse to comment. It’s probably just Yoongi being Yoongi again. The gift could easily be a scary prank, you thought to yourself, setting the gift on your desk.

“I actually have to go back to my apartment, finish the demo and pack for my morning flight tomorrow.” Yoongi smiles, raising to stand on spot. You are stricken, suddenly nervous at the fact that he is about to leave and there gone your chance at telling him for another two weeks. But really, how can you tell him now? You seriously can’t do this. You can’t. But you have to!

“I bought all these nuggies for you, Y/N. I do hope you enjoy them.” Yoongi chuckles, pointing at the abandoned package filled with cold nuggets on your desk. You smile knowingly, following his step to the door while inside your head is screaming at you to do something.

In front of your door, Yoongi turns to look at you, with the same, wide smile curling on his lips. “Thank you very much, Y/N. For everything. Being here too, thank you for that.”

A strained smile is the only thing you can show him insead. “Be safe on your trip and come back soon, okay?”

Yoongi hums an appreciation nod, and you thought he was just going to walk and leave. But you are proven wrong as he pulls you by the shoulder, smashing his lips to yours. By then, you already lose your composure. You are desperate to forget everything, wanting to just feel him next to you—both of you are moving fast against all odds, your arms circling around his neck, pushing his lips closer to you as he seeks entrance to your mouth. His palms find purchase on your waist, wasting no space between the two of you. You both enjoy the fight for dominance—even if you know you had to reluctantly give in to him.

After a few minutes just feeling each other's lips and touches, both of you let go to take a deep breath you have been desperately missing since the kiss happened. You notice how messy Yoongi’s have become—to your courtesy—so you raise your hand to fix the strands coming out from his hair, and he does exactly the same to you. You both laugh, still slightly breathless from the kiss.

“I’ll miss you.” You voice out first with sincerity and Yoongi’s lips curl into a smile.

“I’ll miss you too. I’ll call you when I’m in the airport, and also when I arrive. Heck, I’ll call you everyday and will let you know everything I’m doing there.” He proudly announces like it’s something very remarkable to do—in which you know it is since Yoongi is not actually the type to do all that. But you just smile and nod, aware that you indeed are very lucky to know and have him as a boyfriend.

“See you soon, Y/N.”

For exactly thirty minutes, you rest your back on the door, your mind is wandering anywhere. You are a moron. An idiot. Not that you still keep up with the lies, you are left with two weeks of insufferable guilt. Not only to Yoongi.

You know how Taehyung is just suffering as you are now. By heart, you know how much he loves you—even only because of the bond you both shared by destiny. He could have gotten anyone, nearly anyone on his arms right now yet he is destined to be with someone that is someone else’s. And you know how much you owe him an explanation right now, but everytime you think about pushing him away, you find yourself scared beyond words and your body reacting fervently like you never felt before.

Sighing in exhaustion, you walk back to the living room to receive your phone back. You find one message unread, and it’s from your Taehyung. You read word by word, your heart pumped harshly all of a sudden until it literally hurts you.

From : Taehyung

I wish you are happy with him [01:29]

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a.n = oh gosh that was so emotional damn! let me know what you are thinking! :)

#soulmate #soulmate au #taehyung #yoongi #taegi #bts soulmate #bts taehyung #bts yoongi #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #bts angst #bts fluff #bts soulmate au #bts reader

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stilesssolo · 4 years ago

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1, 3, 5, 15!

1. What's something you've written that you know is OOC and you just don't care?

Oof, I don’t know if I have any. I try really, really hard to keep everyone in character at all times, haha. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves. I stress over dialogue and actions because if I can’t see the character saying it in my head I have to change it.

Probably some side characters I’ve made OOC. Like Bran and Rickon, idk. I can’t be bothered with going back and rewatching their scenes to try to make them realistic 😂

OH you know what, I know. In my unfinished ice dancing au that I will post SOMEDAY, it’s completely OOC that Stiles is graceful enough to be an Olympic ice dancer. But without that there’s no plot so too bad 😂

3. Something you wish a commenter had called attention to, but got ignored.

Okay there is ONE word I added into a sentence in chapter 7 part 2 of wtwta that completely changed the meaning of a thought Dany had and actually gave a ton of insight into her backstory. I was waiting for someone to catch it and then no one did 😂😂 (but also that chapter was about 25k long, so I can’t blame them.)

5. Something you hate to see in smut.

Just answered!

15. We all project onto our characters. Where has your personality or life choices leaked onto the page the most?

I draw a lot of inspiration from things around me in real life-- ballet for Pas de Deux, viral dogs on instagram for WTWTA, the Jonas Brothers for BICBTY. I’ll see something dumb and get inspired by it. I’ll also be in places and then scenes set in those same places will come to me-- like Dany walking home through the park in chapter 4 (I think it’s chapter 4) of WTWTA, that happened because I was strolling through Boston Common with my friends one day. I find a lot of inspiration in stupid little moments like that and work them into my stories.

fic writer asks

#thank you kyler!! :)#fic asks #asks #answered #kylermalloy

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ohsh1t2wksl8 · 4 years ago

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What Rhymes With “AY”?

Warning: This survey has 114 questions 1. Do you enjoy listening to reggae music? 2. Have you ever rolled in hay before? 3. Has anyone ever broken a promise they made? 4. Last time you went to a café, what did you order? 5. Have you ever been to a matinee performance before? 6. Would you like a chance to ride in Santa’s sleigh? Why or why not? 7. Have you ever taken ballet lessons before? How about any other type of dance lessons? 8. Do you own any sexy lingerie? 9. Have you ever caught a bouquet of flowers at a wedding before? 10. Do you know how to do the Whip/Nae Nae? 11. Have you ever played croquet before? 12. Has a horse ever neighed at you before? 13. How much do you weigh? 14. Do you ever wear a beret? 15. When’s the last time you’ve been to a buffet? 16. Have you ever attended a cabaret? 17. Have you ever eaten at Swiss Chalet? 18. Do you know how to crochet? How about doing macrame? 19. Do you have a duvet on your bed? 20. What was the last thing that ricocheted off of a surface? 21. What do you put on your ice cream sundaes? 22. Have you ever woken up to the “Reveille” bugle wake-up call at summer camp? 23. What is your favorite entrée to order at your favorite restaurant? 24. Is crème brulee your favorite dessert? 25. Do you know anyone who wears a toupee? 26. Have you ever made a soufflé before? Was it good? 27. Do you prefer ice cream or sorbet? 28. Do you know anyone named Renee, Jay, Clay, or Ray? 29. Have you ever had café au lait? 30. Have you ever gone to a restaurant called “Chez ______”? 31. Hey, how’s it going? 32. When’s the last time you wore a lei? 33. Did you obey your parents when you were younger? 34. Who do you want to hunt down like prey? 35. Have you ever had whey before? 36. What message would you like to convey to someone right now? 37. Whose survey did you take last? 38. Have you ever been to a bay before? 39. Do you have a bae? 40. What’s your favorite day of the week? 41. Have you ever had to read “The Cay”? 42. Are you feeling okay? 43. Do you know anyone who is gay? 44. Do you like the acting of Tina Fey? 45. Have you ever listened to The Fray? 46. Do you have any frayed clothing? 47. Do you prefer bluebirds or bluejays? 48. Is May your favorite month? 49. May I ask you some more questions? 50. Have you ever voted “nay” to anything before? What? 51. Have you ever wanted to make someone pay for something that they did? 52. Do you ever just lay around all day? 53. Are you a happy little frickin’ ray of sunshine? 54. Is there something that you would like to say to someone? 55. When’s the last time that you were so excited that you exclaimed (or at least thought) “yay!” ? 56. Have you ever felt like you’ve lost your way? 57. Do you ever wish that people would just go away? 58. Have you heard an animal bray before? What animal was it? 59. What’s the last thing that you made out of clay? 60. Are you starting to go gray? 61. Are you feeling okay right now? 62. Do you pray? How often? 63. What’s the best play you’ve seen before? 64. What did you like to play with when you were younger? 65. Do you know how to sashay? 66. Would you like to slay dragons? 67. Have you gotten your pets spayed? 68. Have you ever begged someone to stay with you? 69. Has the room ever started to sway before? 70. When’s the last time you ate a meal on a tray? 71. Do you know how to do math arrays? 72. Have you ever experienced a delay of any sort? 73. Do you have any tooth decay? 74. When’s the last time you wrote an essay? What was it about? 75. When’s the last time you competed in a relay race? 76. Have you ever wondered how you could ever repay someone? 77. What did you do today? 78. Would you ever take in a stray animal? 79. What’s the last cleaning spray that you’ve used? 80. When’s the last time you splayed your fingers? 81. Has your airway ever been blocked before? 82. Has anyone ever led you astray? 83. When it’s hot out, do you sleep with blankets anyways? 84. Have you ever felt betrayed? 85. When’s the last time you listened to a DJ? 86. What’s the last unfortunate thing that happened, to your dismay? 87. When is payday? 88. Do good moments or bad moments replay through your mind more often? 89. Do you prepay for anything? 90. Have you ever walked on a runway before? 91. Do you know a runaway? 92. Have you ever ridden the subway before? How about driven on the skyway? 93. Have you ever used an ashtray before? 94.How do you feel about public displays of affection? 95. Where would you like to go for a getaway? 96. Do you do any gateway drugs? 97. Have you ever felt like someone wasn’t meeting you halfway? 98. What were you doing at midday? 99. Have you ever stopped midway through a survey before? 100. What’s your favorite holiday? 101. Do you like to drive on the highway/thruway? 102. Have you ever put something on layaway before? 103. Have you ever been cornered in an alleyway? 104. When is your birthday? 105. Do you know anyone who was a castaway? 106. How long is your workday? 107. What do you typically do on the weekdays? 108. Is there a walkway or a pathway to your front door? 109. What do you want to be someday? 110. What is something that you do everyday? 111. Do you park in your driveway? Do you even have a driveway? 112. Have you ever won a giveaway? 113. How important is foreplay? 114. Hooray! You’ve made it to the end! What are you going to do now? [a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

#survey

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littlefrenchfryesblog · 5 years ago

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Visitor Students (Part 2)

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Characters: Jacob Frye, Evie Frye, Ethan Frye, Henry Green, Arbaaz Mir, Kaur Pyara, Ezio Auditore, Maria Auditore, Claudia Auditore, Mario Auditore, Arno Dorian, Elise De La Serre, Edward Kenway, Connor Kenway

Modern AU

Summary: The reader lives in Turkey (The reason I choose this country because I want the reader to talks a language that none of the characters can speak or understand.) And the characters visited the school, that reader studies. The reader studies in one of the most successful schools in Istanbul. Reader and reader's friends have talents just like Assassins. The reader meets with visitor students. But the thing she didn’t know is the reader’s dad is the friend of Ethan Frye.

Note: (T/I/Y/W/T/P) = The Instrument You Want To Play

(Y/N) = Your Name

(L/N) = Last Name

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From now on I will have some songs to you guys to read my stories with!! So, can you open the song from One Direction - Story Of My Life Luv You All!!

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We continue to talk with Jacob when I told him how many things our teacher can do with a pencil, he just surprised. Because our teachers did not just write with a pencil. They can throw them in air and catch 'em in the same place and they can do that forever. And they are not stopping, not fail, every time. And so many things like that. That conversation starts when Jacob saw in his Twitter a text but it was Turkish so he wants me to translate it, and of course, I said ''Yes'' because how can I say no to his smirk and those hazel eyes of his. I look to the text message, it says ''Avrupa'da avukatlık okuyorum, Galatasaray Lisesi mezunuyum ve önüme geçen her testin tamamını doğru yapabiliyorum, sizin yetenkleriniz nedir?'' I looked to the text message with impressed and Jacob quickly realizes it and said ''What was it, love?'' I said ''Damn, this girl is so successful. It says ''I study to be a lawyer in Europe, I graduated from Galatasaray High school and I could solve any questions that come in front of me. What is your talent guys? And Galatasaray High School is the most successful school in Turkey. If you want to get into that school you should at least get the LGS exam full correct and all of your subjects and exams should be 100 and it means in your education system A+.'' When I told him that he was impressed. And I continued ''So, what is your talent, Jacob Frye?'' And he smirks at me and I felt a heat goes to my cheeks. I hide my cheeks with the sleeve my loose sweater. He looks at me and says with a grin and a smirk ''Well (Y/N) (L/N) I can fight so deadly and I can take aim from so far and I can shoot my target from there.'' He looks at me like he asks me to say him my talent. And I realized he is quite sexy. When I realize it he asks with his low voice ''So, (Y/N) (L/N) what is your special talent?'' I answered him with nervus. ''Well, Jacob Frye I can remember everyone's teacup on an occasion that includes 100 people. And I don't think I have another talent.'' He still looks at me with one of his elbows on the kitchen counter, and he said to me when I just finish my sentence ''Lie. I saw the paintings you do, I heard you memorize everything you see and you prove it in the history class. And I saw your ballet and how you play (T/I/Y/W/T/P) in videos...'' He continued but After my dad calls me, I got the coffees and put them on a tray.

I went to the living room, give everyone coffee. And went back to the kitchen, I found Jacob looking at his phone with worry. He looks like some child on a swing and looks for the sky with worry when it rains.

''What happened? I just went to the living room to bring others coffee.'' He didn't react to me. I go near to him and I saw an emotion like... Like... Heartbreak?

''My ex...'' And I say with ''Oh...'' He continued ''I saw her story on Instagram.'' And he showed me the story for like five seconds ''As I say, she just gets over me...'' and he takes the phone to his direction and I stop him ''No, No, show that again.'' He looks to me with a smirk and gave me his phone. I looked again and I said ''I know this guy.'' I lead the phone between us and said ''Look for the man behind them. And look at the zippo he uses to light his cigarette. It has a Turkish flag on it. And if you look for the view it matches with the Barırköy coast. Wich is not a real coast. Wait, I know here. I was in there!'' And I took my coat from the chair.

''Wait!? What are you doing?'' I shout at him and I say ''If you want to see her, Quick! We don't have any time to waste''

When I saw that he is not making any move, I grabbed his hand and lead him to the outside. First-time my luck smiles to my face and I found a taxi. I told the driver where we should go and he shakes his hand and we start to go.

I looked to Jacob he looks like a villager who saw an alien. I said to him ''What?! Didn't you want this?'' He said when he stands straight. ''No... Well, maybe. But not like that.'' And when he said that we arrived. ''Too late.'' When I look back I saw he didn't move. He looks at me with a smirk and le relaxes more I shout at him ''Okey Mr. Sexy if you want to see her we need to go.'' And I picked his hand and lead him outside. When I lead him outside, he said with a huge, flirty and in my option sexy, smirk that sends a shiver down to my spine ''So, you think I'm sexy?'' I rolled my eyes and say ''Don't you dare start.''

When we arrived, I felt a huge pain in my stomach. And as a normal human, I cry for the pain I felt. And when I almost fell to the ground Jacob pick me and looked me in the eye. ''(Y/N)! Are you okay?!'' I said when I got up. ''Y-Yes, yes. I'm good.''

Shit.

This shouldn't happen here. Like a bad memory, It was two years earlier, my friends turn their back to me. They shoot me behind. And when I was alone at home. All I want is to be free. So I go to the window and I close my eyes then open them again, I thought that look was my last look to the world. The last thought I have was ''When people say you're worthless, that does not mean you are worthless. When people say you're a wrong person, that doesn't mean you're a wrong person. That's just prooves they are just stupid.'' And I jumped. But I didn't think I will live. But when I learned to make a child to me is nearly impossible, I want to die twice. And the doctors said to me ''You jumped to an iron bar. And the iron bar enters your stomach and damage the wall of the womb. So, you have a serious stitch. You shouldn't be in so hot and so cold.'' And if I will be somewhere like that it could bleed. For that, I take some pills to it. But I remember I forgot to take them today.

So, when I got up he was still looking at me so I showed him the girl named Teressa I think ''Look she is there! Let's go!'' And when we go near to them, I felt pain again and I touch the wound. I look to my hand again and when I looked, all I could saw was blood.

I got up and said to Jacob ''I'm in the toilet!''

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(Y/N) wnt to the toilet with panic in her eyes. So I started to look for Teressa. There is a man that looked familiar to me. Of course, That was Trevor, he is one of the popular guys in my old school.

I came closer to them and I start to hear the conversation they have. Trevor said ''I will make you happier than that Jacob. When I get his gang called Rooks, I will win.'' I start to get angry. How could he say something like that? Then they continue to that conversation, some people go to that table too. When I take a closer look I saw my traitor friends. They were the first Rooks and the first friends I have in middle school. The first one I met was Ed, I was best friends with him, then someday Nigel came and when I so busy with making a gang in school, I didn't realize they were hiding secrets from me and after that, they start to talk among themselves. And after all of the time they just... They just... Go...

After like thirty minutes I started to worry about where (Y/N) is. And I looked around for her. When I saw her she saw me too and she smiles at me.

She sat next to me and said with a warm smile ''So, what happened?'' And I look back to the crowd. And back to her. When I saw Teressa and Trevor kissing I just got up from the chair and start to walk over to the table Teressa and others are sitting. But when I feel something on my arm. It wasn't hurting me, when I look for it I saw it.

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I took Jacob's arm and when he looks back at me I saw something at his eyes, a child, broken and crying for help. And I saw it, his soul was wounded.

''Jacob, don't. If you will do that, you won't feel better than before. Believe me, they don't deserve someone perfect like you.'' He looked at me with sad eyes, ''How could you feel sure about that?'' I know that was an S.O.S. came from him, that no one looks for. ''Cause, I see it in your eyes. Let's just get out of here and I promise you we will talk about it.'' He just nodded. And we started to get out of the restaurant.

We walked a little bit and arrived at the rocky place on the coast. I jumped to the rocks and Jacob came behind me. When we sat to rock and look for the sea, I was the first one to talk. ''What happened? I mean when you look to them, you are not looking to them with anger or revenge ''What did they do to you, Jacob?'' He stopped a little bit. I was sure that he remembers the thing or things happened. I was just like a child who waits for her lollipop from her parents. He took a deep breath, ''It was two years ago, I have the most perfect friends around me. Or I was thinking like that. When I started high school, I was the most popular guy at school as usual. Come on, look to this face.'' And he shows me his face, I giggled ''And I planned to start a new gang. I joined all of the sports clubs I could join as possible, that's where I meet with Teressa, but that's another story. I was busy with my gang, and I think I get away from my friends. I still don't know how I didn't I get caught by teachers eye, I think that's Evie's thing. My friends start to ignore me, and '' When he didn't even finish his sentence I continue. ''Let me guess, and they tell you to move on and they finish their friendship with you, you start to feel like you are so weak and you are not enough for their attention. You became a depressive person, sometimes you feel numb and paralyzed. After some time you have new friends around you and you trust them very well. Is this how your story ends?'' His face looks like he was taken aback by my words. He just said ''Exactly.'' But I continued to my sentence I picked his hand and say ''Look, Jacob, people can be blind sometimes. Most of the time they don't see what's in front of them. If you're worried about you're not enough, all I can say to you is ''Enough to who and enough to whom?'' sometimes you see a beautiful person and an ugly person, you can say ''Wow! Look to the girl and look to the man with her he looks like her grandfather.'' and someone can say ''Wow! Look to the man and look to the woman with her. She isn't enough to him.'' so, don't forget, you are soo special, there is no other person like you. That means you don't need to worry about being enough for something or someone, cause you're always enough or more than enough. Ok? And you don't need to worry about the things you have a problem with. You can always come to me. Cause if you can't find a way to get out of them, maybe WE could find a way to get out of them.'' He looked to me with thankful eyes. ''I lived the same things too, so it looks like we share the same fate, Mr. Frye.'' I stood up and told him ''We can go now don't you think. We will have a lot of time to talk, Am I wrong?'' he stood up too and he said ''Oh, yeah lass.'' and he presses a thing in his hand and he moves to left a little bit and shows the car behind him. I ask with shock ''How did you?'' he said ''Oh, I have a lot of surprises.'' And he gave me his hand to help me get out of the rocky area.

When we got in the car, I feel like his eyes always are on me.

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When we were in the car, I couldn't get my eyes off of her. She was the only person who spoke to me like that. She was soo merciful, kind and positive. When I was thinking all of them at the same time, she opened the window and her hair was flowing with the wind and her eyes were closed. I could saw her smile on the wind came to her skin. She was like the stars. She lights more when it gets dark. I could just look at her and see the stars in her. So I wanted to make her close to the atmosphere, where she belongs. I opened the top window. And she quickly looked to it. She said ''Why you didn't tell me you have a top window in the car!?'' I said with the usual smirk on my face ''I said to you love, I'm full of surprises.'' And after that, I saw some drops on the window. When I look up to the sky, I was full of dark clouds and I started to realize the rain was started. The storms are coming. And when I looked to (Y/N), I saw she isn't at the place that she was sitting. And I looked to her legs. I saw she was climbed to the car's seat and she was out of the top window. I said her ''(Y/N)! It's raining! What are you doing!?'' She said back to me ''That's why it's soo fun!'' After those words, I saw her hair was wet, and she smiles the brighter than the sun at the storm. She was different. I felt something. But I didn't care about it. I was busy watching her. She said ''Can you pull over?'' when she sat back to her seat and I closed the top window. I asked her ''Why?'' and she looked to me with naughty eyes and she started to talk ''Just don't think about it! It's my surprise for you.'' and after that, I pull over. And she said ''I knew you like surprises.'' After that, she got out of the car and rut outside with her arms and hands open with a smile on her face. I got out of the car and I yell at her ''(Y/N)! What are you doing?'' when she heard that I yell at her she came back to the car and opened the song ''One Direction - The Story Of My Life '' and she got the voice level as high as possible then she took me from my hands and lead me to the pouring rain. Then she yelled at me ''Thought you were brave to walk under the rain, Mr. Frye'' Then she leave my hands and started to run. I said ''Oh, I am Ms. (L/N).'' and she yelled at me again ''So prove it, Mr. Frye! Catch me if you can!'' After that, I tried to clutch her.

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When she was running I heard a voice came from behind when I turned my back I saw a woman with an angelic voice and a long white dress. Then she started to talk ''Hello Jacob Frye, we need to talk.'' I asked her who is she, she answered me with kindness ''I have so many names. But...It was Minerva when I was dead.'' I remembered the name. And she continued ''I learned that you are always praying for Juno to show you what your soulmate is doing.'' I started to feel awkward and a little bit scared ''There is no need to be afraid of. We are not the gods. We are just the ones that came before. I just want to know why you are caring so much about your soulmate.'' I answered her ''I just want to know who she is.'' and she continued ''I know you are so connected to her even now but I think I could help you more than Juno and when you need to make a choice I need you to promise me, child, that you won't release her.'' and I was so excited and I promised her I won't release her. and she contınued to talk ''All I can tell you is you are so close to being with her. Goodbye, my child, we will talk again soon.'' And then she disappeared. I turned to real-life when I heard (Y/N) called me. ''Jacob? Are you okay?'' And she came more near to me. When she was trying to hold my shoulder I caught her and swing her around. When I sat her to the ground she giggled at me and she said ''No! That's not fair!'' and I catch her once again and said ''Oh, isn't is fair, love?'' And after that so many times and rouns of running and catching. When I tried to catch her again she stopped and I jumped to her back ''Gotchya!'' she put his finger to my mouth and continued to talk '' Yes, of course, dad. We are on our way! Bye!'' she looked back to me and giggled ''Your face is so funny right now cause, you realize my dad was on the phone'' and I answered her with a smirk on my face ''Oh is it?'' and I catch her again and raise her to the air. And she said ''Why we don't take photos?'' and we started to take photos. And when we went back to the car we looked at the photos and send them to each other.

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And we arrive back home with all of our wet hair and clothes we went to our rooms secretly. I told him that I will take a quick shower and I make a beeline to the bathroom. When the hot water hit my shoulder I was soo relaxed by the feeling. And my brain went back to Jacob again and again. I still don't know why I feel so attached to him but I thought that's because we lived the same things, the same infidelities, same problems. When I was thinking those things I got out of the shower and quickly changed my clothes. I wished everyone a good night and I pulled over by Evie and I told her everything we do, not the special parts, of course, and she told me that there is a very good harmony between us and she told me to be careful about her stupid twin, and after a little chit chat with Evie I went back to my room.

When I was nearly sleeping, I heard Jacob's voice that calling me. I opened my eyes and ''Jacob? Why aren't you sleeping?'' and he answered me with puppy eyes ''(Y/N) I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you cause Evie sleeps with Henry my dad is in another room and I have a problem with sleeping in a place that is new for me?'' When I saw nervous in his eyes I said ''Of course Jacob, you can sleep with me. That's not a problem.'' and I made a space for him to sleep and when he sleeps next to me, his face was full of peace.

I woke up again at 4 a.m. and I found Jacob sleeping on my chest and my hand was on his hair. And I use the opportunity of playing with his soft chocolate brown hair. When I was nearly sleeping I heard a whisper came from him ''Thank you (Y/N), sweet dreams.'' And I leave myself to the arms of sleep.

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