#also my appologies again for the angst

[danadeservesadrink]

Do You Believe in Fate Chapter 4

So How’d It Go? Read on AO3 here

Angst warning!! This is an important chapter but damn was it hard to write! Tagging @today-in-fic . Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts!

“Dana Scully speaking”

“So how’d it go?”

“You know hello would have been nice Missy”

“Tell me! You can’t just leave the house on Thursday with that dress in your suitcase and expect me to not want details?”

“Did you go through my luggage?”

“I was looking for a top. But who was the guy? Was it David from work? Or Mark from that bar that one time?”

“And why should I tell you?”

“Dana this is the first time you’ve gone out in a year-”

“10 months.”

“Whatever. I just want to know who the lucky guy is.”

“His name is Mulder…”

“Mulder?”

“It’s his last name. He doesn’t like his first.”

“Mysterious. I like it. Go on.”

“He’s living in my old apartment”

“Wow Danes that seriously some rom com shit”

“I know, I know. He’s cute. Tall, far too confident, obviously brilliant…”

“Sounds like you’re already in love”

“But I don’t think it’s going to work out.”

“What, why? It was only the first date what could he have possibly done wrong”

“He works at the FBI. On unexplained cases of the supernatural variety. X files he called them.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t know if I can see him again.”

“Does he know?”

“Did I tell him on our first and probably only date that if he looks hard enough he likely has a file in his office with my name in it? No, he doesn’t know.”

“Do you think he’s doing an undercover investigation on you?”

“Gee thanks Mis, because the only reason a guy would be interested in me would be because he’s on a secret case”

“I’m not saying that! But don’t you think it’s a little weird that the minute you moved out of your old apartment an FBI agent investigating the paranormal moves in to take your place?”

“I don’t know Missy. I don’t know, it's just too much to think about. I’m going to go to bed now.”

“Ok. You’re coming home on Monday right?”

“Yea. I’ll see you then.”

“Goodnight Danes.”

“Night Missy.”

It was her luck that something like this would happen. Hadn’t she already been through enough? She left Stanford with a medical degree and all the freedom in the world, moved to her favorite city, and started saving lives. She made the world a better place, worked her ass off day in and day out to help children, saving God’s little angels, and how does He repay her? By ripping her life into pieces and throwing them into the trash, and then lighting the trash can on fire. So she moves back home, stays with her family. She recovers, she fights to get the life she had back, and she finally develops some sense of normalcy, even getting confident enough to go back out with a guy. And he’s a fucking alien investigator at the FBI. Like she hadn’t dealt with enough G-men already. Now this man who had somehow captivated her mind for the last month was just another threat. And she really was so naive as to believe the world would throw a perfectly good man in her lap.

She certainly hadn’t been looking. When he had first called her all she wanted was for him to leave her alone. She didn’t trust men anymore, and certainly didn’t feel like putting in the effort to court one. But talking to him in her apartment made her feel those butterflies she hadn’t felt in a long time. He just had this air around him, an aura that projected both confidence and a pure wild energy, a mix that intoxicated her every time she drew near him. He grabbed her wrist and she hadn’t worn a bracelet for the next week. She could still feel the phantom grip of his fingers and the electricity that flowed through them, like a newly connected circuit powering up for the first time. He hadn’t left her head since. She tried to call him as soon as she got home the next day, but she had been so caught up with his floppy hair and lopsided smile that she had completely forgotten to save his number from her mother’s phone to hers. So she placed faith in the postal system and hoped he would be charmed by her antics. And it worked. She was going out on a date with a man who made her head spin, one who tried to pretend that he was unphased by probably the tightest dress she owned even though he didn’t close his mouth for a full minute when he first saw her.

The date was perfect until they had talked about jobs. And then he dropped the bomb and she tried to brush off the feeling in the pit of her stomach by making stupid jokes and he laughed but she couldn’t help but dwell.

“UFO’s, cryptids, anything from crop circles to spontaneous human combustion. If the FBI can’t solve it, they toss it in my pile”

Did he know? He couldn’t have. What kind of psychopath brings up the fact that he studies alien abductions to someone like her. And if he really was undercover he wouldn’t want her to know what his real job was would he? He would have lied.

Unless he was toying with her.

Unless this was another experiment on her, another way to keep tabs on her, make sure she didn’t talk, make sure she was doing her very best to forget everything that happened to her.

She got up from the bed abruptly and shut the blinds on the windows. They clacked together and then the room fell into deep silence again.

He didn’t talk about work for the whole rest of the dinner. He talked about baseball, about how he goes for runs in the park she used to walk through after a long day shift. He said “Behold, a man” when the waiter brought out her garlic and herb chicken. Mulder wouldn’t do that to her. Mulder was just a man with a job whose only interest in her life was whether she was free next Friday to go out again. He paid for the cab back to her hotel and opened the door for her to get in. He was a gentleman.

He’s trying to get her to trust him.

And suddenly everything clicked into place and the air left her lungs. She found herself stumbling to the bed, she knocked over the lamp but it was in her way and she just needed to be in bed. Her ears were ringing, she couldn’t hear, everything was going in and out of black.

He’s watching you. He’s with them. He’s trying to silence you. He’s going to follow you, gain your trust and then he’s going to kill you. He knows where you live, he can track you down, they’ve tried to take her before and he will try again. He’s with them, he’s with them, he’s going to kill you, they’re going to kill you.

Everything’s bright and she’s back in that place with needles and tubes in and out of her, and she knows she’s in a hotel in DC but as many times as she tries to wrap the blankets around her and tuck her feet under her she cannot become small enough to escape them. She feels tears hot down the sides of her cheeks and the sounds of drills in her ears and there's no escape. She hears pounding and wailing and hands grip her wrists and they burn, they burn, so she screams. She won’t let them take her again, she won’t.

“Scully, Scully it's me”

She fights it, and it’s him, it’s Mulder and he’s trying to take her, like she thought.

“Let go of me!” She shrieks, flailing about but she’s trapped, he’s got her trapped, in bed sheets tied around her wrists and feet. “Don’t take me!”

He lets go but she’s still trapped, still fighting.

“Scully no one’s going to take you.”

“Yes! Yes they’re going to take me! You’re going to take me!” He touches her hand and it doesn't burn but it makes a lump in her throat and her fist turns flat. He pulls a sheet off of her and she feels exposed.

“Scully look at me.”

She does. She looks through tears at a blurred man in her hotel room. He doesn’t look like a threat. He looks sad.

“How did you get in here.” He steps to the edge of the bed and she pushes herself back towards the headboard, away. He raises both hands and walks to the other side of the bed where he sits.

“You left your wallet in the taxi. He called me because I paid and I picked it up and brought it here. I made it to your room and I wasn’t going to come in but I heard the lamp crash. So I used the spare key in the wallet and let myself in.”

He seemed to be telling the truth, holding up the wallet as evidence. She hadn’t even realized it was gone.She unlocked the door with the key she kept in her purse. She started to take in her surroundings, the lamp crashed to the floor, the bedsheets thrown from the bed. She looked up at him and saw nothing but concern over his face.

Every emotion, shame, embarrassment, anger, sadness, all of it hit her at once and she sobbed.

He reached over to touch her but she shouted “No!”, like a wounded dog. Her voice didn’t sound real. “Please don’t touch me”.

“Do you want me to go?”

“No.”

He watched as tears racked her body, never moving from his spot on the bed. She cried in a ball, hands covering her face, arms and knees tucked to her sides, protecting her from nothing. Then, she laid down, and cried until the tears had to be blinked down the sides of her face while she stared at the ceiling. She felt him get off the bed, and she bolted up, dizzying herself, but he nodded and only walked over to the minifridge to pull out a bottle of water. She sat up and he resumed his position at the end of the bed.

“Drink some water. Can you breathe again?”

She hated the way he talked to her, like she was a child. But he was right. She accepted the bottle and drank half, gulping down cold water as a welcomed change to the hot sheets.

“Yes. I’m sorry you had to see that. You can go now.”

“Don’t be sorry. I know panic attacks can be bad.”

“I’m ok now. You can go.” The crack in her voice made both of them wince. A different type of silence filled the room.

“You know I am a psychologist, but it doesn’t take an Oxford degree to diagnose PTSD.”

“I said I’m fine. You can go now Mulder.”

“What happened Dana.”

She sat and stared at him, sitting on her bed, asking her to spill her darkest secrets to him. Everything about telling him felt wrong but this is the first time anyone has offered to listen.

“About a year ago, a man broke into my apartment and abducted me. He drugged me and put me in the back of his truck and drove me to a cornfield in Virginia. I remember waking up and seeing the stars and trying to run but I was tied down. And then a bright light came and I-” She choked back another sob, but he shifted closer to her, eyes wide, and nodded for her to continue. “I don’t remember what happened. But my mother found me on her doorstep a month later in a hospital gown and…” her voice cut out. He again moved closer and when she didn’t pull back he slowly raised his hand and put it on her knee. He looked at her as if to ask “is this ok” and she nodded in response.

“I don’t remember anything except seeing my mother’s face again for the first time. She looked so… so terrified of me. Like I had grown another head or something. And then I looked down, and I was holding a baby”. She felt another tear run down her cheek.

“I was holding a baby and I didn’t know whose it was and I almost dropped it. Mom took it from me and my sister came and helped me inside, the whole time they were asking me where I’d been but I didn’t know. I didn’t remember anything. All of these people showed up at our house and asked me over and over again “where were you?” “what happened” and I just kept answering them I don’t know, I don’t know. They said I went on a bender. That I ran away from work and responsibilities, probably with some friends. They said I was pregnant and didn’t know it, and they tried to take the baby for testing but my mother wouldn’t let them. She didn’t believe them, she knew I wouldn’t do that. I don’t remember much of what happened next, but we packed up everything and moved out of my apartment… your apartment. They didn’t even open an investigation on the man that took me.”

“I can.” She had been staring at the lamp on the ground, she hadn’t noticed him staring at her with such intensity it made her shiver.

“You don’t get it. They didn’t open a case on me because there wasn’t enough evidence-”

“They didn’t open a case on you because you were abducted. The FBI has been trying to suppress alien abductions for years and you are just another victim. I could open a case on you, start an investigation, really stick it to them-”

“I am not a case that needs to be solved, Mulder.”

“But I can help you Scully. Do you remember anything from that night, anything at all?”

“Mulder!”

“I don’t understand, why would you not want to know what happened?”

“Because Mulder, because sometimes the weight of what happened is too much to bear. Because while you try to hunt down monsters they terrorize me in my sleep. Because there’s a baby in my house and I don’t know where it came from.” She realized she was yelling at him but she didn’t care. “Because frankly it’s none of your goddamn business what happened to me if I don’t want it to be. The men who you work for threatened to kill me and my family if I tried to find out what happened to me and for all I know you’re one of them.” Her voice was shrill and sharp like broken glass and it cut just where it needed to.  

“I’m sorry.”

She met his eyes again and they were wide and sad.

“I want to help you Scully. I’ll do…” he took a breath, “anything. I’ll do anything to help you.”

“I need you to leave.”

“Ok.”

He got up and she remained on the bed, drained.

“Will I see you again?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ok. Goodbye Scully.”

“Goodbye Mulder.”

[takanova12]

I have been meaning to write something but I didnt know where to start... I will try to not get sappy but I can't promise because if you have read chapter 138 of attack on titan you would be hurting too. Maybe if you loved mikasa and eren and their relationship, you would be hurting like me. I feel both happy and sad for them but even when I say happy tears won't stop rolling down my eyes.

I can't express enough how much sad I feel for eren. This scene between eren and mikasa might be my most favourite panel because this shows that both of them love each other so much that they had accepted that eren would die from mikasa's hands. They are not sad about it, mikasa is not sad about killing eren. She is smiling because they both communicated in the alternate reality that eren showed her that there was never no happy ending for them. Even if they ran away, eren would have died after 4 years and paradise would have been done for and mikasa would still have to live without eren.

I think because mikasa didn't confess in chapter 123, eren never got the motivation to stay behind and stay close to the kind boy in himself. When mikasa didn't give eren the answer he was looking for, he got the motivation to do what he dreaded so much..the rumbling!

Eren clearly says here that he didnt get the courage to kill everyone outside paradise so he'd rather spend his remaining years with mikasa.

I think this shows that mikasa was also not happy in this AU. She also felt guilty like eren because she clearly brought it up before too (how they left everyone behind) and she does it again and then appologizes to eren for bringing it up again.

I brought this up last month as a crackpot theory. Basically, zeke said ymir wanted something from them and based on these panels, I expected ymir to be looking for genuine/pure/unconditional love

She was so caught up with this moment that we saw this memory twice and then we also see it a third time.

Ymir is smiling because this is what she saw before the curse and everything. This is the moment that made ymir smile. Not the scene between armin or zeke or anything. Because ymir herself had been struck by a couple showing affection to each other as a little kid. And now as a 2000 year old goddess, she witnessed unconditional love again.

I think ymir will end the curse because she has finally witnessed something that she wanted, something that made her smile again. Something she saw only as a little girl. ( I do wonder if she will talk to mikasa next chapter.)

And eremika did really end with angst. Isayama's true otp is true to his main theme of cruel and beautiful.

And my friends EREMIKA IS CANON!!

[marvel-ousfairy]

“Flesh eating plants, are you kidding me???” NALU Oneshot

Author’s Note: Ummm... So I don’t normally post my own writings, but I wrote this literally years ago and figured it was about time I posted it. Better late then never, right? *Chuckles nervously* Anyways, there are a few plot holes and things but I’m honestly too lazy to change it sooo, here you go! Let me know what y’all think. (Also I appologize in advance for any wierd formatting issues. I blame Tumblr.)

Warnings: Fighting, angst with a fluffy ending, killer plants? idk what else to put haha. If you read it and think there are any other warnings I should add, please please let me know.

Pairing(s): NaLu

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“Open, Gate of the Golden Bull: Taurus!” Lucy Heartfilia shouted, summoning the celestial spirit to her side.

“Mooo! It’s nice to see you again, Miss Luuucy.” Her celestial spirit, Taurus, drawled as the golden light of Lucy’s magic dissipated.

A large crash echoed through the forest near Magnolia as Lucy dove to avoid getting hit by a thick plant root, only a gaping hole left of the earth where she previously stood.

“Not the time,” Lucy panted before struggling to her feet again. “I need you to get in there and snap those vines!” she directed.

Celestial Wizard Lucy Heartfilia, her partner Fire Dragon Slayer Natsu Dragneel, and their cat companion, Happy, had taken a simple job helping out a local farmer. The request had asked for a few wizards to come assist in the extermination of the vermin rampaging through the owner’s crops.

“Stop pouting,” she said as the trio walked through town towards the agricultural district. “At least you get to beat something up.” She smiled, glancing around at the fruit and vegetable stalls lining the streets.

The pink haired wizard crossed his arms before letting out an offended huff. “I’m a dragon slayer, not an exterminator.” He whined.

The blonde let out a giggle, ignoring his petulant child act. Her laughter didn’t last long, however. Upon their arrival at the little farm, the trio soon realized that things weren’t as they appeared. Much to Lucy’s horror and Natsu’s delight, the vermin that needed bashing turned out to be full-fledged, plant-based monsters.

“’Let’s do it’ I said. ‘This will be easy’ I said. How does a Venus Flytrap even grow this large?” Lucy grumbled as she jumped over another stream of murderous plant roots. Finally finding solid ground, she pointed Taurus towards the twisted nether of roots and stems that kept the frightening flora grounded. Meanwhile, Natsu busied himself with torching the other five or so reanimated plants that littered the forests edge.

“Fire Dragon: Roar!” He let out a manic laugh as his flames transformed an entire line of trees into glittering torches, burning friend and foe indiscriminately.  

“Natsu, watch where you’re aiming,” Lucy scolded, letting loose a disgruntled shout as she once again narrowly missed a blow to the side via killer plants. The self-proclaimed farmer, apparently, was a wizard himself who specialized in foreign herbs with magical properties. Their current foes were the result of his latest creations gone very wrong.

“We already owe a great deal in repair costs as it is. The master will kill us if we burn down another building,” she reminded him, hand on her hip.

“Yeah, Yeah.” Natsu shrugged as he incinerated yet another row of trees and crops.  “Stop with your naggin’ already. We’ll be fi– Hey Lucy, watch out!” The dragon slayer let out a roar as Lucy whipped around. A faint gasp swept past her lips as a verdant blur crossed her vision. Pain ricocheted down her left side as a stray vine from the Flytrap knocked her to the ground, tangling with her legs and whipping her towards the Venus’ awaiting jaws.

“Argh,” Natsu screamed, face contorted in anger. “Fire Dragon: Wing Attack!” The vines that dug at her skin, slowly encroaching upon her torso, were suddenly engulfed in flame and burnt to a crisp. She yelped as Natsu’s flames left her stranded in the open air. With nothing left to catch her fall, she plummeted back down to the rigid ground, her head smacking against the dirt with a harsh crack. A muffled yowl came from beneath her and she rolled over to find a disgruntled Happy scowling back at her.

“You alright, Luce?” Natsu questioned, finishing off the last of the nasty creatures.

“I’m the one in pain,” Happy cried, indignantly. “Lucy squashed me with her fat butt!”

“WATCH IT, CAT!” she screeched at the little blue exceed, the pain from her fall quickly washed into the foreground.

Natsu cackled, causing the celestial spirit mage to turn her glare on him. Noticing the change in atmosphere, he yelped as a certain red-haired wizard came to mind.

“Scary,” he whined. Lucy’s scowl deepened before gifting him with another one of her signature Lucy Kicks.

“Humph,” she muttered, smiling in satisfaction. “Serves you right.”

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Later, at the Fairy Tail guildhall, the pair found themselves curled around the bar. Mira wiped down the counters, glancing at the two while she worked. Lucy sat on Natsu’s left with reequip mage Erza Scarlet on his right. Gajeel, Levy, and Pantherlily were located at a table behind him, while Gray was doing his best to avoid an overly exuberant Juvia. Happy had disappeared soon after their arrival back at the guild, dreams of fish and a particular white feline dancing in his head. An overall jubilant air had settled on the guild as members had returned from their missions to settle in for the day.

Lucy leaned against the bar, head spinning, with a strawberry concoction clutched between her palms. A dull ache had settled into her bones since their mission earlier, winding around her mind like a snake. A slight burning sensation danced along her side as a pair of onyx eyes watched her with intensity.

“I’m fine,” she said with a huff, not bothering to turn towards the dragon slayer gazing at her worriedly.

“Lucy, I–”

“Really, Natsu, I’m alright.”

Natsu grumbled, unconvinced, as he finished off the plate of food Mira had set before him. He knew Lucy was lying, but he also knew that she could be just as pigheaded as him. She had been acting strange ever since their return from their earlier expedition. Despite her claims otherwise, he could tell something was up.

Lucy stood up abruptly, letting out a heavy sigh, before turning towards Natsu once more. Ignoring the stars that threatened to consume her vision, she forced a wide smile onto her lips. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll be okay. I think I’m just gonna head home and get some rest. The fight today really took it out of me. Thanks for the drink, Mira.”

She gave one more wave to the white-haired woman before making her way towards the entrance. Before he could make any move to stop Lucy’s departure, Erza placed an armor clad hand on his shoulder. “She’ll be fine, Natsu,” the red-haired warrior assured him. “She can take care of herself.”

He simply nodded, giving Lucy another intense stare before promptly getting knocked off of his barstool by a half-naked Gray. Mira giggled as Natsu let out an enraged scream. Apparently, Juvia had finally caught up to her beloved Gray.  

“What the heck was that for, you pervert?”  Natsu yelled as he quickly shifted into battle-mode, fists blazing with fire.

“Who you callin’ pervert, flame for brains?” Gray challenged.

Soon after, a fight broke out between the two, eventually expanding into a guild-wide brawl after another slice of Erza’s strawberry cake was destroyed. Lucy, who had been watching from the towering guild doors, shook her head. She let out a yelp as a chair smashed against the wall to her left, before finally disappearing out the door and into the streets of Magnolia.  

 Despite a slight limp in her step and pain in her side, the walk home wasn’t as bad as she’d first expected it to be. It wasn’t long before she was weaving her way past the ferrymen and stumbling into her apartment with a heavy sigh.

“Home at last,” she hummed to herself. She stretched out her limbs, cringing as her ankle buckled a bit in pain, before making her way toward the bathroom. “Maybe a shower will help wash off the pain from today,” she mused, ridding herself of her blood-stained clothes. With steam flooding the little room and the water temperature set on high, she stepped carefully into the scalding water. A shaky breath escaped her lips, but her mind continued to spin at a rapid fire pace. Groaning in frustration, she tried for another calming breath. Despite her chance to finally relax a bit, she couldn’t manage to quiet her mind. It had already been a long day, now made even longer by the pain that constricted her mind and body. A glance towards her numerous bruises sent a frustrated sigh past her lips, before her features contorted in confusion. A second glance down at her body caused her gaze to quickly slip from confusion to fear. Thin green lines painted swirls and complex designs across her torso, leaving angry red marks in their wake. The vines, she thought. They don’t just feed off human flesh… “They steal magic power!” She shouted, mentally kicking herself for forgetting the farmer’s warnings. He’d told them that this was a possibility.

Her hands shook as she slowly grew more and more hysterical, tearing frantically at the small vines cutting at her body. Just as she made some headway clearing the thin vines, however, the dizziness from before threatened to overtake her. She reached for her keys, only to find them rendered useless. My magic power is too far gone, she cursed. “Loke, Virgo, someone please!” She cried out desperately. They can’t hear me, she sobbed. A single step towards the bathroom door sent her vision shaking. By two steps, the light in the room began to dance. By the third, Lucy could feel herself losing her will to stand. By the forth, she found herself hitting the ground as the ceiling grew further and further away. “Natsu…” She whispered as vines tangle around her mouth. Her vision slipped away as she soon felt herself get swallowed whole by a cocoon of roots and vines, before she finally lost consciousness altogether.

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Back at the guild hall, things had finally settled down. Luckily, the aftermath of the brawl had been minimal. A few burnt spots, some broken tables and chairs, and a few missing pillars. The building, by some miracle, still stood proudly in the heart of town.

“Where’s Lucy?” Natsu asked, having finally cooled down from his fight with Gray.

“Oh. Lucy? She went home a little bit ago.” Mira said, smiling sweetly from behind the bar.

“You even watched her go, you idiot.” Gray said with a laugh. Natsu shot the Ice mage a scowl.

“He loooooves her.” Happy drawled from his place next to Charle on the bar top.

Natsu reddened in embarrassment, brushing salmon strands out of his face. The dragon slayer stiffened as a ball of anxiety settled into his stomach. His nose twitched as he took in the stale undertones in the air, confirming some unknown fears. He could be wrong, but he knew Lucy. He knew her scent and how it changed depending on her mood. Right now, the thick smell of fear curdled his blood. Something was wrong.  

With one last vengeful fireball to Gray’s face, he ran off towards Lucy’s apartment with the blue exceed following close behind. Fellow mages and townsfolk cried out in protest as he pushed by them, but Natsu didn’t notice. Blood pumped in his ears, matching his racing footsteps as he hurtled himself down the stone streets. As Lucy’s apartment came into view he pushed his legs faster, using his fire to boost himself through her window in a single bound.

Once safely inside, the first thing he noticed was the silence. Despite the distinct sound of a shower in the background, the stillness hung like a thick fog in the air, suffocating him.  Steam seeped from beneath the bathroom door as he flung it open to reveal a horrific jungle. Vines grew up and off the walls, roots digging out of cracks in the floor.  Leafy plants twisted in midair like worms burrowing through the dirt, dragging curious fingers along his face and down his legs. “Lucy!” Natsu shouted, digging through twists and snarls in the vines. “Lucy!” No answer. Frantic, he set his body ablaze, burning down every vine he could get his hands on. The twisted nether of green squealed and screeched, cutting at his arms and face as every vine soon turned to ash. Finally, there was nothing left but a pale sleeping beauty curled up on the scorched and broken tile.

“Lucy…” his voice was barely a whisper as he pulled the blonde into his arms, swaddling her in a nearby towel. Ashen vines were like cobwebs arching across her ghostly pale skin, her fingers tinged blue as if frost bitten. Even her hair seemed somehow drained of life, as the last of her magical energy seemed to fall dangerously low.

“Nat-su,” a shuddering gasp swept past her grey, cracked lips. “Help m-me… S-so c-cold…” Her words came out in little puffs as her eyes fluttered open, straining to gaze up at his face.

“Lucy. Lucy, look at me. I – I’m here. I’m here. I’ve got you.” He hugged her into his chest, his tears melting into sobs as the smell of strawberries and vanilla wrapped around him. Desperately, he looked around the small apartment before his eyes settled on his blue companion, standing wide-eyed at the door.

“Get Wendy!” He cried out to the little exceed.

“Natsu?” His little eyes rounded with horror.

“NOW, HAPPY!”

“A-Aye, sir!” Happy jumped up and gave him a determined nod before soaring back out the open window from whence they’d come.

A shaky hand grasped onto his scarf, pulling his gaze back down to Lucy’s shaking form.  She curled like a sunflower into his warmth before letting out a shuttering gasp.

“Don’t leave me,” she wheezed. Every note grated against his ears, her normally melodic voice cracked and broken. Regret settled like a stone in his stomach as he cradled her closer to his chest.    “Never,” he whispered.

A soft kiss warmed her clammy skin, flowering across her cheek, as exhaustion finally pulled her into a deep, restless sleep.

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Warm hands wrapped around her as the smell of wood smoke and cinnamon swirled through the air. She knew that scent. It meant safety, warmth. It meant home.

A slow smile stretched across her lips as her eyes fluttered open to see a chiseled chest and strong arms holding her close. A quick blink shot her eyes upward, only for them to be met with slightly parted lips. As her eyes roamed over the curved planes of his jaw, the slightly parted lips morphed gradually until she was met with a wide, toothy grin. One more shift left her breathless, as she tumbled deep into the depths of his obsidian gaze.

“Natsu –” she stammered.

“Welcome back.” He pulled her closer, resting his forehead onto hers before finally releasing a heavy sigh of relief.

All the pain that had previously ensnared her was gone without a trace. The telltale signs of the guildhall infirmary told her that she had Wendy’s sky magic to thank for that. The warmth that flooded her senses, however, was thanks to her one and only favorite dragon slayer. Although, she doubted it was his naturally higher body temperature that caused warmth to flood her cheeks. Curious eyes peered up at him as his eyes danced behind hooded eyelids. Her very presence seemed to melt him, soften his normally sharp edges.

“Natsu?” She questioned as his face lowered towards hers, their noses brushing together.

“Hmm?” he hummed a response, not quite focusing on her words.

“I –” she began, her words causing their lips to brush. Fire raced through her veins at the sudden touch. A gasp escaped her as their lips finally connected, the sound muffled by the gentle caress of his lips on hers. She felt the fire that raced through him swirling just beneath the skin, held back by an unseen floodgate. He nipped playfully at her bottom lip as their lips danced together in perfect harmony. Abandoning its previous position around her legs, his right hand slid up her side to cup her face while his left hand snaked around her waist, tugging her closer still to his chest. Trails of fire blazed across her skin wherever his fingers danced, sending a shiver of delight down her spine. Her delicate fingers dug into his silky salmon locks as all of their raw emotions were poured out, left open and vulnerable for the other to see. Their kiss grew desperate as the spicy taste of cinnamon filled her senses, causing her toes to curl and her fingers to tug harder at his cotton candy locks. With one last shuddering breath Natsu pulled away, studying her rosy cheeks and her chocolaty brown eyes alight with joy and complete contentment. A deep, throaty chuckle escaped his lips, vibrating against her chest, as he took in her dopey smile. Swollen red lips downturned into a pout, enticing him into another sweet kiss upon her lips, before her dopey grin returned with renewed vigor and her laughter intertwined with his. Lucy gazed sleepily up at Natsu as he mindlessly spun her golden locks through his fingers, a gentle lullaby to her tired mind.

“I –” she began slowly.

“She loooooves him!” came a teasing voice, followed by fits of laughter and giggles. Lucy’s eyes widened, taking in the audience staring at them from the doorway. Spotting the culprit for the interruption, her eyes narrowed on a certain blue exceed hidden in the crowd.

“SHUT IT, CAT!” She screeched as Natsu’s chuckles rolled into cackles, his body shaking as his face twisted with laughter. Lucy burrowed into his scaly white scarf, groans mixing with laughter as she took in a beautiful, terrifying truth. Happy was right about her and Natsu. She really did looooove him, and the adoration he showered down upon her told the mage that he really did looooove her, too.

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I Hate That I’m Afraid to Love You (6)

Genre: Romance, Friendship, Angst, Hurt /Confort , Suggestive, Fluff, College Au, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Au, REALLY Slow burn, Love Square (?)

Pairing: Hyunjin X Fem!Reader  X Han X OC

WC: ~ 7,3K

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Warnings (general*): Language, Mentions of (Physical abuse, Death/ Loss of Loved One, Child Abandonment/Neglect, Divorce, Toxic Parents, Cancer, Mental disorder, Anxiety Attack, Alcohol, Food), Suggestiveness (?), A dickhead on a party

Notes: Being honest here, I don’t know what happened to my writing on this one. I didn’t actually like how I wrote this but I can’t think of how to re-write it either, so I’ll let my appologies here.

Oh yeah, I removed the #fluff tag because I think that some later chapters may be too suggestive to put a #fluff. Anyway, I prefered to remove it. But it will still have fluff moments, so I let it on genre.

Updates: I’ll update it once a week [Tuesdays] because I still have to write the chapters to come and review the ones I already wrote

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   You stood there, arms crossed, no one to be seen.

   Hyunjin promised he would show up during your shift so you could finish your part of the project, which he didn’t, as anyone could see since you were standing there alone, closed library behind you in silent mockery. You tapped your foot, anxious, eyes wandering around the place, searching for any signs that he would be coming, even though at this point you were pretty sure he ditched you.

  You checked your clock, 8:03 PM, exactly six hours and three minutes late. Well, not exactly six hours, since he could have shown up at any time on your shift… You began to bounce your leg, restless, wondering where the hell he was. All you wanted right now was to go home, lie on your bed, and sleep in peace, ignoring all of your assignments you promised yourself you would be doing tomorrow since Monday at this point.

   There was something about Thursdays that kept you happy, though.

   It wasn’t as great as a Friday but it wasn’t as awful as a Monday, so you held on to this pleasant feeling as you decided to give him ten more minutes before you gave up on him and call it a day. You heard fast steps from your right, eyes trailing there to recognize a tall figure running in your direction, breath uneven, indicating he had been running for a while.

   “Oh, thank Lord!” You looked surprised at him, his voice sounded relieved when he finally reached you, hands resting on his knees to recompose himself “I swear to God, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting! I had to talk to Professor Kim and he just kept me waiting forever, I’m so sorry” He sounded sincere enough for you, so you waved your hand, shrugging it off.

   “That’s okay, Mr.Kim can be an asshole sometimes” You acknowledged, getting a surprised look from him “Yeah, I have classes with him, and God… He sucks” You chuckled when he beamed, agreeing eagerly with you.

   “Yeah! Doesn’t He have anything better to do than making us suffer or something?!” He laughed, straightening himself as he felt better after his run, suddenly realizing who he was talking to and clearing his throat “I mean, that’s not the point… Where should we go to resume our project?” He asked, trying to keep the subject strictly professional.

  “Well, I don’t know about you but I could eat a whole cow right now” You confessed, starting to walk, expecting him to follow you, which he did “I really need to have something right now, so I suggest the dining hall” He scrunched his nose, making you cock your brow.

  “No way! Let’s eat somewhere else” He didn’t sound like he was asking you, so you sent him a look, disdain all over your face “Come on, it’s rowdy there! Also, the food sucks, let’s go to a Café” He pleaded, making you roll your eyes, stopping in your tracks and turning to him with your hands on your hips.

  “You have to be kidding me” You scoffed “You never went to eat there! Also, I don’t have money to go to a Café right now! And they won’t serve anything that feeds me” You argued, making him roll his eyes. He picked up his wallet, holding his credit card between his fingers, waving it in the air, a smug smirk on his face.

  “I can pay for both of us, you can have whatever you want until you’re full” He offered but you shook your head, displeased by his idea. You would never let him pay for you. He would totally believe you owed him something or whatever.

   “What about the food stand?” You suggested “I know a place that has like the best hot dog on campus” He eyed you suspiciously, pondering “Come on! It won’t be rowdy and I can pay and actually full my stomach” You stated, proud as he seemed to really think about your suggestion.

  “I mean, I like hot dogs” He agreed, and you smiled, satisfied with your little win “If I’m nauseous later I’ll blame it on you” He warned, following you anyway, looking kind of stiff as he did, probably uncomfortable to be alone with you.

  “I heard rich brats get nauseous when they eat at non-fancy places... You should blame your weak stomach” You teased, smirking as he scoffed at you. You couldn’t really say that you liked Hyunjin yet but knowing he wasn’t actually as bad as you pictured him was enough for now. You walked side by side, silently, an uneasy atmosphere between you two as both of you wondered if you should be saying something. You never had been alone like this except for Saturday, when you met for the first part of the project.

   You kept silent, hands in your pockets, looking to the ground as you walked sloppily, both of you trying to match each other paces and failing greatly. Relieve washed over you as soon as you spotted the stand, a smile getting to your lips as you pointed at it, mouthing a Right There, just to break the ice, glancing at him to check his reaction.

  “It looks rowdy to me” He mentioned, and this time he was right. Usually, your stand would be almost empty or at least comfortably occupied by two or three people but now there were a bunch of people standing and sitting around it.

  You could recognize some of them as Han’s teammates and a few other players you met because of him, which was enough for you to assume all of the people there played some kind of sport. You shrugged, approaching the stand anyway, waving and smiling to the friendly man that always attended you, making your way through the tiny crowd, bumping now and then in someone.

  “Hey, Mister” You greeted as usual, which made him smile at you, throwing the dishcloth over his shoulder before nodding in your way “The usual, please!” You asked, feeling Hyunjin reaching you warily, clearly disgusted by all the people around “Oh, make it two!” You added, getting a knowing look from the man.

  “Rowdy” He muttered next to your ear, annoyed. You looked around as you waited, ignoring him, noticing that one of Han’s teammates, Minho, was there and approaching you, a teasing smile on his lips as usual.

  “Hey! Waiting for your boyfriend?” He asked with a knowing tone that made you roll your eyes. Minho wasn’t really your friend but he seemed to like you just enough to tease you from time to time, so you just ignored him when you could, especially since his jokes were pretty much suggestive of a nonexistent relationship between you and Han.

   Hyunjin seemed to notice your annoyance because he placed his hand on your shoulder.

   “She’s not interested, Buddy” He said firmly, and you shot your eyes to him, surprised.

   “Oh?” Minho seemed as surprised as you, looking at Hyunjin questioningly “Han didn’t mention you got a real boyfriend…” He frowned, confused “Aren’t you Hyunjin?” He cocked his brow, tilting his head “I see…” He nodded, eyes narrowed. They kept glaring at each other, suspicious and completely misunderstanding everything, so you decided to speak up again.

  “Why are you guys here?” You changed the subject, and Minho averted his eyes from him to look at you, his normal features back to his face.

  “We were practicing” He said as if it explained everything. You kept looking at him, waiting for something more, and he looked back at you, expressionless until he decided you didn’t get him “Well, We usually starve after a practice” He added, and you nodded in understanding.

 “Oh, yeah!” You exclaimed, seeming to remember something “Han told me about the Match… Hm… Good luck with it” You stated awkwardly, expecting him to just leave after the small talk but he stood there. You watched the stand, waiting uncomfortably for your food, the three of you standing stiffly and silently.

  “You got yourself a boyfriend, Miss?” The man asked, smiling at you as he handed both hot dogs, nodding at the hand he kept on your shoulder, both of you oblivious to this. He took it away in a flash, straightening up and coughing, which just fueled the man’s suspicion, his smile widening as he wiggled his brows suggestively.

  “I’m not her boyfriend—“    

  “He’s not my boyfriend—“

  You looked at each other ─ uneasy by the idea ─ as you spoke at the same time, both of you clearing your throat and averting your eyes to look at the man again. You handed him your money, holding the food as Hyunjin paid for his, giving him his hot dog as soon as he finished, gesturing for him to follow you before you waved goodbye at Minho and the man, who gave you a thumbs up in approval, making you cringe.

  You sat down as soon as you got to the stairs, pleased by the silence and lack of people.

  “Well, it was awkward” You mentioned, looking at your food as you ate, getting a snort from him as he sat down “Anyway, now it’s not rowdy and we can talk about our project, it’s not so bad after all” He analyzed his food, seeming suspicious about it, sniffing it before trying to take a bite. You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief as you bit your own food.

  “Oh! It’s good” He blurted, amazed “Actually, it’s really good!” He said mouthful before taking another bite, this time way more confident about it, looking like a happy child as he chewed.

  “I told you” You grinned, amused “Who knew rich brat would be enjoying a stand’s hot dog?” You teased, making him roll his eyes, though he was too invested in eating to retort you “If someone told me I would be sitting on the stairs someday, eating my favorite food with you, I would tell them to fuck off” You laughed, taking another bite. He chuckled at this, his eyes twinkling as he covered his mouth with his cupping hand.

  “Hm… I disagree, I expected it somehow” He stated after swallowing his food, a hint of amusement in his voice as he turned his head to you and dropped his hand. You looked at him bewildered, raising your eyebrows in genuine surprise, a silent question hanging in your eyes “I always knew me, you and fuck would be in the same sentence one day” He joked smugly, and you had to swallow your food before whining at him.

  “Really? It was going so well” You nagged, making him laugh.

  “Stop it! It was a good one!” He whined back, making you shake your head in amusement.

  “It was literally awful” You retorted, chuckling “I guess you’re not much of a funny guy” You mocked, and he raised his hand ─ gesturing as if the hand could talk while he grimaced ─ to mock you back. You stood there, silently eating, not as awkwardly as you thought it would be, until you noticed him glancing at you now and then. You tried to ignore it, pretending you didn’t notice until it got to your nerves “What?” You grumbled, looking at him annoyed.

  “No, it’s nothing… It’s just…” He eyed you, pensive “I mean, you usually kind of bitchy to me…” He pointed out, cautious “What happened?” He asked curiously, his eyes back to his food while you thought about what to answer, and you noticed how he glanced at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

  “Well, I realized you’re a jerk but not the kind of jerk I thought you were” You explained, and he nodded laughing, amused by your answer “Paris said you’re not as bad as you seem and she’s your psychologist so she would know” You joked, and he snorted at that, looking at you.

  “Hm… So now you can see how awesome I really am” He teased, your eyes rolled again, a sigh leaving your lips.

  “Let’s focus on the project before I give up on you, Shall we?” You pleaded, finishing your food before trying to get your notebook. The motion was interrupted by a high pitched voice, though. You raised your head to meet an anxious Han in front of you, his eyes darting between you and Hyunjin, breath uneven. He closed one of his eyes and scrunched his nose, catching his breath, before he leaned on the handrail, apparently trying to look cool, which was nothing but funny.

  “What’s up” He said not so smoothly, smiling awkwardly, eyes finally setting on you “I heard you were close so I came to check you out” He said, shaking his head profusely “No, I mean! Check on you” He corrected promptly and you cackled up.

  “Yeah, I heard you guys were practicing… How was it?” You asked, and he shrugged.

  “It was fine, I guess… Speaking of which, I met Minho after the practice and He told me you were around, so I thought of asking if you will come to my match next Friday” You frowned, confused. You were pretty sure he asked it on Tuesday when you had lunch together and you said you were going to go with Paris…

  “I’ll be coming for sure” You reassured him anyway, silence falling upon you three, the awkwardness of the situation made you cringe, hands clasping on your lap as you looked at Han, expecting someone to say something or at least for him to leave so you could finish your project.

  “Great…” He smiled half-heartedly, looking at both of you in wonder “I mean, it will be a great Match” He added, apparently thinking about what he was going to say next “So… What are you doing?” He sat beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and bringing you closer to him, making you scoff. You opened your mouth, ready to answer him when Hyunjin decided to join the conversation.

  “We’re getting to know each other” He said with a sickeningly sweet smile “We have a lot to talk about so…” His sentence hung in the air, hinting he wanted Han to leave, and you closed your eyes, sighing, knowing he would take this in the wrong way. Were you ready to listen to Han complaining about Hyunjin again? Not after a long day, on a Thursday night, when you just wanted to finish your obligations and go home.

  “Oh? She mentioned you’re doing a project together” You sighed in relief, opening your eyes again, glad it seemed to take a good direction. Han exclaimed, apparently remembering something as he looked at Hyunjin “Sorry for the punch, man… I was so sure she cried because of you… I mean, we all know you’re kind of a jerk to girls, right?” Okay, so it wouldn’t take a good direction at all. You sighed, averting your eyes to Hyunjin, who arched his brows, head dropping a little, hiding his amusement “Also, thanks for not making a big deal out of it” He added, more friendly.

   “That’s okay, man… You didn’t hurt me at all” He smiled obnoxiously “Also, I get it… It must be hard for you to worry so much about a friend getting hurt and have me around them, right? I know it seems like I’m a jerk but Y/N herself said I’m not that much of a jerk, right?” He looked at you, smile plastered on his face, and you nodded warily, confused why they were bringing you into their silly argument “I can assure you I’ll treat her well from now on, no need to worry” Han scoffed, turning his head away and shook his head in disbelief.

   “I sure hope you do” He rolled his eyes, tightening his side hug “She can take care of herself though, so I trust she won’t even need me to beat the crap out of you” Both of them looked at each other in feigned friendliness. It was like a solid block of uncomfortableness was settle between you three, a few moments of silence and their glare were enough to raise it to the point you had to clear your throat.

   “I guess that’s enough, don’t you think?” You spoke up, making them look at you “Han, I understand you’re worried about me but I have to finish this project with Hyunjin and, as you said, I can handle myself just fine” Han averted his eyes, embarrassed “You both have a damn tangible fragile masculinity if you think fighting over if a punch hurt or not can make you win an argument” You rolled your eyes, and Hyunjin scoffed “Also, don’t bring me into your arguments” You added, looking at them disappointed.

  “Well, he was the one who started it” Hyunjin argued, raising his hands in surrender “I wasn’t even talking to him! I’m being friendly enough just by not hitting him out of nowhere” You sighed, tired “Especially since at least I would have the decency of not knocking you behind your back” He gave Han a tight smile, raising his eyebrows, emphasizing his point.

  “Stop it” You asked, hand sweeping your hair “Look, Han is our friend, Hyunjin… Paris and I hang out with him all the time, okay? Han, Hyunjin is our partner and he will be hanging out with us at least for a week, so you guys can just endure it or get along instead of pissing me off” You suggested, getting up “It’s pretty late anyway, let’s call it a day, I’m tired” You decided, ready to walk away from them.

  “You’re right” Hyunjin agreed, getting up “We should be friendlier, Han… I mean, who knows what could happen after this project? I think Paris is a sweet girl and I’m almost getting along with Y/N here” He patted your shoulder, and you narrowed your eyes at him, suspicious “You know what?” He asked, hand over his mouth as if he had just realized something but his eyes gave him away, he was trying to be an ass “I love volleyball!” He clasped his hand “What about I watch your match with them? It would be such a bonding time, right, Y/N?” You could tell Hyunjin was being sarcastic, so you scoffed at him, nodding.

   “Absolutely, Hyunjin… I think you will love it! You should even bring Chan along, see if we can form a gang or something” You mocked but Han grimaced, low key disgusted.

  “No need, we can just ignore each other until your project is done” He suggested, making you laugh at that. The poor boy couldn’t even think about getting along with Hyunjin, maybe he disliked him even more than you did. You looked at Hyunjin, waiting for him to laugh and let it go but he didn’t, he smiled to Han, scorn dripping from his lips.

  “What are you talking about?! Aren’t you worried I’m with Y/N and Paris all the time? Let me show you how I can be great for them” He threw his arm around you, bringing you closer “Next Friday is the deadline for our project, so it’ll be great to hang out and celebrate that we did it, right? We can even go out to eat after it! I’ll pay it” He offered, and you couldn’t believe your own ears. How could they be so freaking ridiculous?

  “I can eat a lot” Han warned, jaw clenched as he gave a fake smile at Hyunjin.

  “I have a lot of money” He smiled back, mockingly “So that’s it! You walk her to her dorm or should I do it? Are you comfortable with it?” He sneered, a fake sympathetic grimace over his face. You sighed, getting his arm off of your shoulders and starting to head to your dorm on your own.

  “I’ll let you two being despicable, don’t follow me” You grumbled, walking away from them.

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   Your head throbbed like someone had hit it with a bat.

   You closed your eyes; your head rested against the wall, the sinking feeling of relative silence on your brain relaxed your body and enhanced your senses, making you realize how deafening the blasting music was. The newfound “silence” sounded like a whistle, it felt like your brain was trying to push your skull away and somehow it blocked your ears, clouded your thoughts.

  You hated parties.

  You opened your eyes, studying the green grass in front of you, few people standing or laying down there, as tired as you by the excruciating loud music and crap experience that college parties offered for their dear students. It wasn’t like drinking and dancing were the worst things you could do in this world… The problem was that people didn’t seem to care about everyone around them while they did this.

  You would be getting some bruises tomorrow morning.

  Why couldn’t one just dance like a normal fucking human being? Why they must spread arms and legs and hit everything around them? Why can’t people just go away and kiss normally? Why they must try to swallow each other’s face right there in the middle of the way, obliging you to walk next to dancing people that liked to hit things around them? Why didn’t you just elbow everyone around just to get your way out there to the front yard?

  Too many questions to your tormented mind.

  It would be easier to have stayed home, doing the damn essay.

  When you arrived home earlier, weighing your options and considering deeply how it would be better for you to just stay there, you should just have listened to yourself. You could be sleeping right now. All of this was extremely pointless as Paris was somewhere dancing like a tube man and Hyunjin was somewhere else probably fucking like a rabbit.

  Which wasn’t any of your business, of course.

  You sighed.

   It wasn’t easy to let go of your grudge against him.

   If you were honest with yourself, it was way easier just to feel disgusted at Hyunjin forever, let your disgust for yourself sink into him as if he was you, and never deal with it. Although it was easier, it wasn’t right. That was exactly the reason why you were trying to take it easy on him, trying to let go of all your previous feelings for him. So what if he didn’t need to work as hard as you to get the same results? Chan didn’t need it either and you loved him. So what if he wasn’t considering people’s feelings when he just left them behind?

   You didn’t consider it either.  

  From Tuesday, when you had your talk to Paris, you had been thinking about it.

  You thought about it all Wednesday, brooded it on Thursday, and here you were pondering about it on a Friday night. Paris was right when she said you were being childish. She was even more accurate when she made you realized you were projecting things on him so you could deal with it, denying what you really felt. You felt like you were a monster. And you couldn’t keep pretending you didn’t know it.

   You had to face it.

   And you didn’t want to.

   That was exactly one of the reasons why you were there, in the front yard, sitting by yourself without a single drop of alcohol on your body… Afraid you would rely on it to run away from your problems like the coward you were. You swept your hand through your hair, trying to get the heavy thoughts away, looking slightly to the side, catching a glimpse of long legs making their way to you.

  “Hey” You lifted your chin, eyes meeting Hyunjin’s mocking smirk and amused eyes “Having fun tonight?” You scoffed, nodding half-heartedly, watching as he sat down beside you, bent knees serving as an armrest for him.

   “Didn’t find someone to fuck yet?” You retorted, making him laugh.

   “Do you think I’m some kind of needy bitch or something like that? I don’t need to fuck 24/7” You laughed, nodding in wonder. So he could just enjoy a party? Well, that was incredible considering you couldn’t find a thing to enjoy in this damn place “And you? Didn’t find anyone to roast yet?” You scoffed, turning your head away, tongue pressing the inside of your cheek in annoyance.

  “I’m roasting all of them right here” You pointed out to your head, tapping your finger on your temple, looking at him as if it was obvious “Also, do you think I’m some kind of annoying bitch or something like that?” You whined, and he shook his head, seeming to think about it.

  “Not really, now that you have acknowledged my amazingness, I think we’re cool” He joked, making you snort. Hyunjin had this kind of horrible humor that reminded you a bit of Chan, a lot of teasing remarks that made you want to pinch the bridge of your nose and leave them talking by themselves. However, at least not feeling like fighting him every time he opened his mouth, even though he kept being kinda jerky to you, was a victory you would take for today.

 You ignored him, intending to keep your good job at being a responsible human being.

 “See? Usually, you would be roasting me at this point, I’m impressed” He teased again, seeing you were still cool with it.

  Well, he did make it hard to befriend him.

  “Just shut up” You rolled your eyes “I can’t believe Paris convinced me to come… I should have obliged Chan to come, he would stay with me” You whined, resting your head on the wall, eyes wandering in the starry sky, a sigh leaving your lips.

  “Two old hags complaining in the yard, it would be hilarious” He agreed, looking around, eyes attentive to some girl who walked through, intending to go back to the party. You scoffed as he bit his lip, eyes scanning the girl from head to toe “Hm… I think you’re right, I’m a needy bitch” He stated bluntly, and you laughed at him wholeheartedly.

  “Your words, not mine” You reminded him before he got up, winking at you before he tried to make his way to the girl.

  When you said ‘tried’ you meant you made him stop in his tracks as you jolted fast as lightning, your voice sounding loud and clear as you rushed forward to the second reason you didn’t have a single drop of alcohol on parties like this.

  Drunk Paris.

  “Noooo” She whined, a random guy held her wrist firmly, dragging her as she staggered, trying to free herself “I don’t want you!” her voice slurred and she stumbled as she tried to pull her arm back, wailing when his hand didn’t move an inch. You didn’t lose your time and grasped his shoulder, hold firm enough for him considering looking back at you.

  “Let her go” You demanded, voice cold as steel, eyes burying into his “Now” You emphasized but he scoffed at you, his free hand grabbing yours and tossing it away, a scorn grimace painted his features, which didn’t help you to placate your anger.

  “Or what?” He challenged you, pushing you lightly but you didn’t budge an inch; feet firmly stuck on the ground and eyes burying bullets through his brain “She was throwing herself at me!” He uttered “Don’t get in the fucking way if you can’t get laid” You prepared yourself to fight him, fist raising as you intended to hit him right on the face, interrupted by someone gently grabbing your wrist.

  “Let her go, dude” Hyunjin sounded calm, but you could feel his grip tightening, clearly upset by the situation. Oh? So he gave up on the chance of fucking some cute girl to defend Paris? You were impressed.

   “Are you her boyfriend or something?” The guy furrowed his brows, and that was it. Why the hell he couldn’t respect your demand but he asked if Paris was his damn girlfriend? You raised your leg, a straight kick to his crotch making him let go of Paris, hands shooting to his little friend.

   “Holy-! Oh, damn!” Hyunjin squeaked, startled at your sudden outburst. You ripped your hand from his grip, guiding Paris to his arms as you approached the guy, pushing him to the ground and grabbing him by the collar.

  “No, she’s my girlfriend, dickhead!” You spat, pulling him closer to your face “Take a girl’s word when they give it to you, jackass! Why does it fucking matter if she has a boyfriend?!” You shook him, letting him go as you saw his scared eyes, rolling your own.

  The guy was a joke.

  “Come on, Hyunjin!” You shot a look at him and he quickly took Paris in his arms, like a princess, following you eagerly as you stomped out of the place, making your way to the car “Did you drink something?” You asked angrily and he shook his head promptly, denying any alcohol in his system.

  You both walked in silence, your mind stressed about the jerk who tried to take Paris away like this. That was what you hated about parties! All of them were like this! You would have to take care of a drunken Paris in the end, trying to get her out of the grip of all kinds of jerks. Hyunjin, on the other hand, seemed to worry about your capability to kick someone’s dick, which made you want to laugh for a split of a second but you didn’t.

   “Hm… Does this always happen?” He asked when you finally reached the car, searching for the keys in your pocket ─ even if the car was his ─ because you didn’t trust him enough to be with it and bail on you to go away with some random girl.

     Where the hell was that damn key?

  “Is it with you?” You asked, ignoring him, hands groping your pockets, fingers trying to find any lump that could suggest the presence of his keys “And what do you mean? Paris being taken away by some random jerk? Yes, every single time” You huffed “I swear to god… Where is that damn key?! Argh!” Hyunjin eyed you cautiously.

  “Maybe you forgot it back there?” He suggested, clearing his throat when you glared at him, pissed off.

  “Great! Now I have to go back there to get the damn keys” You whined, head dropping back, eyes looking at the sky, hoping for some mercy “Lovely!” You spat sarcastically to whoever wanted to listen to you up there. Paris perked at this, eyes looking for you, glossy, giggling like she was having the time of her life, totally lost in her own world.

  She looked at Hyunjin.

  Not like eyes wandering around, like really looked at him.

  Hyunjin straightened himself, uncomfortable under her gaze, and she nudged into his chest, humming as she rested her head in the crook of his neck, letting a satisfied sigh leave her lips. Okay, you never saw Paris nudging on someone. One of the things you were very aware of Paris was that even though she looked bubbly and sociable she never touched anyone that wasn’t you and Han, and even so, she didn’t hug you or things like this… She grabbed your hand, she let Han’s arms around her shoulders, and that was it.

  She would never nudge someone even if she was drunk.

  “I love you…” She whispered, and both you and Hyunjin widened your eyes, shocked.

   You knew it!

   Of course, it couldn’t be a coincidence that Paris wanted you to bond with Hyunjin! She liked him and… No! She loved him! Holy Shit! What the fucking hell was happening?! You looked at Hyunjin, looking for any signs of reciprocity on him but he looked horrified by the idea of someone loving him. Maybe he was horrified Paris loved him. He looked back at you, pale as a ghost, mouth agape trying to say something on his behalf.

  “… Han” Paris grinned, happy with her confession, and tightened her grip around Hyunjin’s neck.

   Wait- What?!

   When the hell did it happen?! This time your mouth fell agape, eyes still connected to Hyunjin’s, which seemed relieved like she just took the entire world from his shoulders. He chuckled, sighing, his eyes softening as he tried to not laugh straight into your face.

  “We didn’t hear a thing” You stated, noticing Paris seemed to fall asleep in his arms, eyes darting to her and then to him “She’ll freak out if she knows we know it” You put your hand on your head, taken aback for the turn of the events. Paris liked Han?! Since when? Why didn’t she tell you? Actually! Why didn’t she tell him?! He was totally into her! What the bloody hell?

  “She won’t remember anything in the morning, she’s wasted” He reassured, still relieved he wasn’t the target of such huge affection. You rested your hand in your chest, trying to reorganize your thoughts, feeling a strange object right there between your breasts.

  The keys!

  You buried your hand inside your shirt, startling Hyunjin, who took a step back, shocked at your sudden behavior, and this time you chuckled, fishing the keys that rested inside your bra. You tinkled them in the air, a proud smirk on your face, and he furrowed his brows, confused by the sudden catch.

  “Why?” He asked amused before you finally opened the door, opening the back door for him so he could lay Paris on the back seat, closing the door and sitting on the passenger’s seat right after as he made his way to the driver’s seat.

   “So I wouldn’t lose it” You answered as soon as he came into the car. He put the keys on the ignition, starting the car “The guy made me mad for a moment, I totally forgot it” You admitted and he laughed.

 Then it was silent.

  You didn’t realize before how much Paris talked on your way to the party, making sure the mood was light as you headed there, joking around and mediating the conversation, preventing you both to get quiet or fight over useless things. The silence hung there heavily, both of you sat straight up, eyes fixed ahead, body stiff as the car moved smoothly, not a sound to complain or be enough to use as a subject.

  Maybe you should comment about how silent was the car? Like a… Good car? You didn’t know much about cars to be fair. You glanced at him discreetly, his eyes focused on the road, lips tight, hands gripping the steering wheel firmly. You opened your mouth, ready to say anything to break the ice but Paris beat you to it.

  Out of nowhere, she snored, startling both of you.

  You chuckled, finding fun on how she made sure to help you bond even in her sleep, and it seemed to make Hyunjin more relaxed, his hold on the steering wheel loosened up, mouth opening for few seconds before he shut it, unsure if he should try to say something. He glanced at you, noticing you stared at him silently, waiting for him to voice his thoughts, so he cleared his throat, averting his eyes.

   “So… Han, hm? Who knew she liked him” He said nonchalantly, eyes focused on the road again “How do you feel about it?” He sounded curious like he was thinking about something, more like he was trying to gather information than talk to you friendly.

  Maybe you were just defensive.

  “Nop” You popped, crossing your arms, tapping your foot quickly “We’re not talking about this, she doesn’t want us to know or she would have told me this while she was sober” You stated, decided on dropping this subject.

  “Avoiding the talk, hm?” He said knowingly “I didn’t think you liked him too” You frowned, narrowing your eyes at him. You didn’t like Han, not like Paris, he was strictly a good friend. You opened your mouth but changed your mind, not wanting to give him what he wanted “Oh? No denying? I guess I read you wrong…” He contemplated and you rolled your eyes.

  “I don’t like him” You said simply, knowing it wouldn’t be enough to shut him up. Surprisingly, he did shut up, and you felt glad everything was going the way you wanted. Maybe it was better if you didn’t talk… Too soon for being too friendly? Probably. You would take it as a win if you could just not fight him for now.

  Good enough for you.

  He didn’t seem to agree though.

  “You’re right” He agreed, smirking “How can I assume you like someone? Sometimes I doubt you even like your own mother” He joked but you couldn’t find it amusing. You sent him a glare. It was cold enough to express your disliking and you decided to give him a few seconds, a silent chance for him to apologize to you but he didn’t. He shrugged. He shrugged it like he didn’t see your disapproval, even though you knew too well he saw it in your eyes.

   He focused on the road again, simply choosing to stay quiet as if he didn’t just offend you, as if he wasn’t trying to offend you in all your interactions until now. You scoffed, amazed by how he could be a jerk even though you were treating him well, going out of your way, and being friendly enough to not snap at him. You looked away, focusing on the blurring figures outside, the sudden silence sounded like a kettle’s rattle inside your mind, triggering you as your thoughts seemed to gurgle in your brain.

   “Okay, that’s it” You snapped, looking at him “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Your tone was challenging, and you felt how your face twisted, the anger boiling on you “I’ve been trying to be friendly to you and all you can do is being an ass! Care to share your thoughts?” You grimaced, clasping your hands together, waiting for his answer.

   "Well, shall I remind you that you were the one who started it all?" He grimaced, glancing in your way for a split of a second but his eyes returned to the road. Well, was that his defense? You should know he would be childish about it and get stuck to this for the rest of his life.

   "Yeah, and I am the one who's trying to stop this!” You argued, fixing yourself on your seat, the urge to gesture and shout at him increasing but you tried to think about Paris on the back seat, sleeping peacefully, “And you are being a jerk even though I'm being more than friendly to you but you keep being an ass!” You hissed, trying your best not to raise your voice.

  "Oh?!” He sneered “You call this being more than friendly? Well, such a nice friend you are! I must have missed so much by not hanging out with you before" He pouted, eyes in mock sadness and tone in feigned disappointment. You scoffed, nodding to calm yourself, trying to let part of your anger fade by moving your head.

   It didn’t help.

   "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about! How the hell Chan can put up with you?!" You complained, gesturing angrily, and for the first time in the conversation, he seemed to be taken aback, his silence giving him away. Did you hit a nerve? You suppressed a victorious grin, watching as he opened and closed his mouth, thinking about what to say.

    "Well, I know him far longer than you so I’m the one who should be asking this!" What a great retort. You snorted, giving him a pointed look, a smirk adorning your lips, the smugness gushed from you as you grimaced at him.

   "No, you don't” You grinned obnoxiously “I'm his friend since high school,  and you're just a freak roommate that somehow he got to like even though you're a fucking jerk!" You tightened your lips, eyes scrunching as you sent him all despise you had inside you. He scoffed, averting his eyes off the road and looking at you dumbfounded by your boldness.

  "Get your head out of your ass!” He rolled his eyes, averting them again. At least he was a responsible driver… Something good had to come out of him “I know him since we were kids!" He bragged, smirking as if he had won something with this statement.

  "Hm, such a great friend you should have been if he didn't talk about you once" You scorned, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms again, keeping your eyes on the road, fed up with him. He went silent once again, brows furrowed, a serious look on his face before he finally spoke up again.

  "He didn't talk about you either" He retorted quietly, almost as if he didn’t want to say this… Like he was lying right into your face and felt ashamed by this. You scoffed, sensing you were about to win your argument, the side smile you gave him threw him off.

   "Maybe he just didn't talk to you that much… I’m sure he talked a lot about me, I’m his best friend” You gave the final blow, getting off on the feeling of superiority that sank into you, his snap was the signal you needed to know you messed with him just like he liked to do with you.

  "I don't give a fuck" He spat.

   He totally gave a fuck about it.

  "Yeah? It doesn't sound like you don't give a fuck" You teased, the side smile was now impossible to hide, almost turning into a grin. You leaned back on your seat, relaxed, the anger that overflowed of him made your night.

  "I don't care what you think, I don't give a fuck about you" He barked. You stared at his hands, knuckles turning white with how strongly he held the steering wheel, his stern look told you that was enough but something within you needed to show him he didn’t win this.

  "Really?” You taunted “Because it looks like I hit a nerve… Is little Hyunjin scared he's not as much of a friend as he thought he was?" You mocked, and that was it. He braked abruptly, making your body jolt forwards, the seat belt holding you back. He hit the wheel, eyes turning to you with nothing but rage. You heard Paris whine on the back seat but she didn’t speak up, probably going back to sleep.

  "Fuck it” He shrugged, laughing humorlessly “Get the fuck out of my car" He ordered, voice unwavering and cold, not a single doubt in his eyes. You let your mouth fall agape, astonished by his sudden snap. Well… Not that it was that hard to imagine, you kind of set him off here.

   "You gotta be kidding me” You blurted, looking around, the darkness outside was enough to make you feel lost, not recognizing where you were, your eyes shot back to him “Are you going to drop me in the middle of nowhere?!" You asked shocked. Even though he was mad, you didn’t really expect him to leave you to die here.

   He looked at you intensely, almost searching for your soul.

   You kept quiet, looking back at him.

   "Fuck” He sighed, averting his eyes, hands wandering to the keys, starting the car again “No" He answered tiredly.

  It was needless to say that both of you stayed quiet for the rest of the trip.

[jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels]

Don’t You Hear My Call Though You’re Many Years Away - Chapter 9

A/N: Settle in y’all, this is a long one. Things heat up between the Y/N and Deacy. And Y/N spends the day with Brian! Y/N slips up.

Warnings: Angst. Steamy moment. Mentions of drinking. Maybe one cuss word.

I imagine John playing “Something” would have sounded like this. https://open.spotify.com/track/0zi2LVUPp1gGssRSHgIW36?si=PIyL9IJ3QquJD6MIy1XGxQ

Before I knew it, a week had passed. I spent most days with John, others with Mary, sometimes Freddie and Roger, but all my evenings were spent with John. And just like that first night, he would walk me to my door, and leave me for the night.

But today I spending time with Brian, who I hadn’t had the chance to get to know as well as the others.

John was helping his friend again, Mary was working, as were Roger and Freddie, but when John asked what I would do with my day the previous night at the pub, Brian offered to show me around more.

I met Brian in the lobby of the inn around 11am.

“Good Morning, Y/N!” He said cheerfully as I made my way down the stairs.

“Hey Brian!” I greeted him with a hug and a kiss on each cheek.

Margret, the inn keeper, looked us distainfully. What she must be thinking. One man leaving last night and now a different one picking me up. She was nosy and miffed.

I wiggled my fingers at her, waving goodbye. She huffed indigently and walked away.

Brian caught the interaction and couldn’t help help but ask “what was that about?”

Laughing I replied, “she seems sort of nosy, and well John left me at my room last night, and now you, a different man, are picking me up.” I raised my brows in a ‘you know’ expression.

“Oh” Brian laughed softly.

“What type of woman does she take me for?” I clutched at my bare neck dramatically as we left the inn, causing Brian to laugh harder.

“You’ll be the talk of the city if you’re not careful” he added playfully.

“Where are we off to today?” I asked as he headed down the sidewalk towards the van.

“The observatory, if you’re alright with that” he said as he opened the door for me to climb in.

“I’ve never been to an observatory” I replied, causing him to smile.

On the ride there Brian talked excitedly about the observatory, giving me some of its history. He was softer spoken than Roger and Freddie, but not as much as John. He had a gentleness to him that was endearing.

His enthusiasm was catching, but it also could have been that I still wasn’t over the fan girl shock at times, so I was always excited about everything.

Once we arrived Brian showed me the equipment and explained what everything did. Telling me what I was looking at through the telescope. It was like having my own personal tour guide.

His enthusiasm didn’t waiver until he realized I hadn’t said much.

“Sorry” he said quietly, “I can get carried away.”

“Please, don’t appologized!” I replied, reaching out to touch his arm “I’m simply taking it all in. I never learned half this much all the years I spent sitting in the yard with my Dad looking through his telescope.”

“Oh, does he enjoy astronomy?” He asked, his curiosity peaked.

“He does. He took a few classes in college. He taught me about the constellations, unfortunately I can’t remember them all now.” I laughed “funny enough, my first word was ‘moon’.”

He laughed softly as we walked “really?”

“Yes” I continued “but I pointed to a light fixture when I said it.”

He laughed louder, causing a few of the other guest to look our way.

“A light? Priceless!” he said as his laughed subsided.

“One of my Dads favorite stories to tell about me.” I laughed.

**

After a few hours at the observatory, Brian and I made our way to a small pub for some lunch before heading back to their flat.

I was deep in my glass of wine when I decided to maybe give a few hints about myself away. Or at least where I came from.

“So tell me Dr. May, what do you think the future holds for space travel?” I started there.

“I’m not a Dr.” he replied.

“Not yet” I quipped, smiling.

“Ah well, space travel, hmmm.” He thought for a moment “more trips to the moon hopefully. Although they’re doing some pretty wonderful things right now.”

“Do you think people will ever go to another planet?” I promoted.

“That would be an amazing feat now wouldn’t it?” He said thoughtfully, “I don’t honestly know though. Technologically speaking, there would need to rather great advancements. But most planets would be difficult to reach and even more difficult to survive, completely inhospitable, at least given the equipment available now.”

“Ok, what about...” I paused “time travel?”

“Time travel? Well that’s different than space travel isn’t it?” He took a sip of his drink before he continued “Einstein‘s theory of relativity suggests it may be possible.”

As he explained I began to feel the truth bubble under surface again. The urge to tell, that was ever present, begging to come out. So many stories and secrets fighting to be told.

I knew I could trust him, I also knew he’d have so many questions I couldn’t answer. But my heart held me back. John was the one to tell, if I told anyone. But would he believe me? How would I tell him? And most importantly, when?

“What brought up time travel?” He asked as he finished explaining.

“I just like to read science fiction, that’s all” I lied.

“What have you read?” He asked. With that the subject changed, and I didn’t give any hints.

**

“Thank you for today, I had a wonderful time” I told Brian as we made our way into the flat. And it was true. I enjoyed spending time with him, getting to know him better. I kept breaking the rules as days passed. They were all becoming my friends.

“You’re welcome” he said allowing me in before him.

As I stepped inside I heard soft music coming from up the stairs, someone was playing a guitar.

I turned to look at Brian, “someone here?”

“It’s John” Brian said, nodding in the direction of the stairs.

I smiled at him before slowly making my way up, listening to the song he was playing. I recognized it quickly, he was playing “Something” by The Beatles.

Once I reached the landing, I quietly stepped towards the opened door and peered in.

John was sat on his bed, acoustic guitar in his lap. His eyes were closed as his fingers skillfully moved over the strings. He swayed slightly as his heel tapped, keeping time. He seemed lost in the music, in the moment.

I stood silently against the door jamb, taking him in. His handsome profile, the set of his mouth and jaw. His hair falling down his back. He was captivating. I could have watched him for hours. He began to softly hum the words of the song, and I could literally feel myself swoon. What was it about a cute guy and a guitar?

I watched him quietly, the moment was too serene to interrupt. As I listened, the inner turmoil that constantly lingered in the pit of my stomach halted. All the worry and fear melted away as he played. Calmness settled over me, a welcome break from the incessant angst. Everything seemed perfect in that instant.

But all too quickly the song ended. John still sat quietly.

“I read somewhere he wrote that about his guitar” I said softly, derailing his train of thought.

John jumped, causing the guitar to bounce on his knees, as he yelped.

“You startled me!” He exclaimed.

“Sorry” I couldn’t help but giggle. “That was beautiful, Deacy” I said as he stood to lean the guitar against his desk.

“Thank you” he said, bashfully. “You going to stay in the hall?”

“I didn’t want to barge in and disturb you.” I replied, stepping into the room. Taking it in fully. I hadn’t been in here yet, I’d only caught a few glimpses.

“I wasn’t thinking about my guitar playing that thought.” He said softly, as he closed the door behind me.

“Oh, you were thinking about you bass guitar then huh?” I asked playfully, smiling at him.

He swiftly stepped towards me, smiling before he pressed his lips to mine. His hands rested on my waist as mine wrapped around his neck.

I sighed happily as the kiss ended.

“Hi sweetheart” he whispers against my lips.

“Hi Deacy” I whispered back, my eyes still closed.

“How was your day with Brian?” He asked softly as his lips moved to my cheek. His hands moved gently, gliding up my back.

“Good” I exhaled, letting my head lull to the side, exposing my neck to his lips. He took the invitation and peppered my skin with soft kisses.

He moaned quietly as my hand found his hair, my fingers tangling in the strands.

His lips left my skin, and as I opened my eyes, he was staring at me as his darkened, smiling. His hands found their way under my shirt as he began to kiss me more deeply, making me moan in his mouth. Slowly we moved towards his bed, when I felt it bump the back on my knees, I broke the kiss. I pulled away from his grasp, toed my shoes off and climbed on his bed. Kneeling, I took his hands in mine and pulled him towards me.

As his lips crashed into mine, his hands returning to their spot under the hem of my shirt, while mine tugged at the buttons of his. His calloused fingers drifting along my back, his warm skin contrasted by the cold metal of the rings on his fingers. My body shivered from the contact.

Suddenly his door swung open and Roger burst in, “Deaks...shit! Sorry!” He bellowed, turning his face away from the scene before him.

I sat back on my heels, flustered, as John spoke gruffly “what is it Rog?”

“Oh” he said, peaking back at us, seeing the situation had changed, he faced us again “we’re having a party tonight. I wanted to see if you wanted to go to the shops with me...but I see you’re busy.”

“We’ll go Rog” I told him. John looking back at me questioningly.

“Thought you didn’t want an audience, love” he retorted.

“We didn’t have one until you came in” I said, cocking a brow at him.

“What do we need?” John asked.

**

There were more people in the flat that I thought possible. People chatting, eating, drinking, smoking, dancing. It was a bit like a frat party, the music and clothing may have been different but the situation felt similar. And still felt awkward for me.

Freddie and Mary were playing host and hostess, introducing me to people, and in some cases to John as well. People were interested in their new American friend, who they took on. Like I was some sort of stray, which wasn’t far from the truth.

Brian was there with a date, and a camera. Taking pictures of anyone who would let him.

Roger was flirting with a girl, and while I toyed with the idea of getting some payback for walking in on me and John, I decided against it.

John stayed by me the entire time. Touching me, kissing me, holding me. I was surprised at his public affection, but I enjoyed every moment of it.

Freddie pulled us all together, telling us he had news.

“We have more dates booked! A tour!” He cheered, raising his glass.

Brian and Roger flooded him with questions, like when and where.

“Cornwall, there’s 9 shows” he continued.

“We can stay with my Mum! She helped pull this all together!” Roger said cheerfully. It was cute.

John pulled me into an embrace, “we haven’t had our first show, I can’t believe we’ve got a tour!” He said excitedly.

“It’s going to be amazing. You’ll all be amazing!” I said as I kissed him.

Freddie poured more drinks for everyone. Tonight was a celebration.

After a few more drinks I didn’t give much thought to when Freddie took the camera from Brian and told him and I to stand together for a picture. It seems I had forgotten I wasn’t meant to be here. Taking photos was careless. Dangerous even. I was leaving a tangible trace.

But I was reckless. 

Brian slung his arm around my shoulder, and leaned his head down until his curls were laying on top of my head, making me laugh as Freddie snapped the picture.

“Now your turn Fred!” Brain yelled over the music. Why were they wanting pictures with me?

Freddie handed over the camera, and pulled me into a bear hug, squishing his cheek against mine for the picture. Smiling cheerfully.

“I want a picture with Y/N” Roger almost whined as Freddie spun me around.

Roger put his arm around my shoulder too, and as Brian shouted “ready”, Roger kissed my cheek, making me roll my eyes, even though I was still smiling.

“Mary and Y/N next!” Freddie said, pulling me towards her. We posed with our arms around each other’s waists, smiling happily at the camera as the bulb flashed.

“Now the lovebirds” Freddie yelled, as he pushed John towards me. We stood awkwardly together at first, not sure how to pose.

“Aw! Cmon! Act like you at least want to shag! Like earlier!” Roger yelled loudly, making people around us laugh.

I laughed as I turned my face into John’s shoulder. I wasn’t sure what poses or moments were captured as a series of flashes went off. The last one flared as I was looking up at John, smiling.

John sat on the arm of one of the sofas and pulled me to sit in his lap. I loved being close to him. Since I was pressed up against him, I decided to be a tease, seeing as I was still frustrated from our heated moment being interrupted.

As ‘All Right Now’ began to play over the stereo, I started to move my hips, wiggling them to rhythm. Like I would if I were driving in my car, listening to my favorite song.

As I started to move, I heard his breath hitch, and felt his body go rigid. His grip on my hip tightened as I continued.

After a few moments I could feel his excitement. I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder at him. His pupils were blown, as he swallowed thickly. He set his drink aside to pull my face to his, the kiss was hungry.

As I leaned back to look at him, his mouth was open slightly, his eyes dark. He leaned into me, pressing a kiss to my cheek before his lips settled on the shell of my ear.

“Let’s go to my room” he whispered.

“We’d defiantly have an audience now” I reply “but I know where there’s an empty room.”

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[mister-lady]

geez, i love your writing so much. water totally does have a taste tho. otherwise when you went to other places besides your house you wouldn't think that the water tasted weird there!!! which i'm now realizing might just be a me thing lol. anyway! if it's okay to send another prompt (i don't wanna overwork you!) then howa bout 9 with Remus cuz you said you didn't like him at first and the prompt says "forced to spend time together"!!!

*sobs* th-thANK yoUu!!!! And exactly!!!! Water has a taste!!!!! Janus doesn't agree tho smh. I definelty get that tho! One of my friends house that I go to I cant have their water cause it tastes funky to me dkkvkskg.

AAA ILLYYYY🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💘💘💘💘💘❤💘❤❤❤💘❤💘❤💘❤❤❤🌟��❤❤❤❤❤💘💘💘💘🌟🌟🌟🌟you're not overworking me at all!!!!!!!! I'm absolutely loving all of these thank you sososoo muchhh🥺🥺🥺🥺👉👈👉👈👉👈👉👈👉😭👈👈😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺💘❤💕❤💕❤💕❤❤💕 this was super fun to do!!! Especially becuase I normally don't talk much about my enemies to lovers thing with Remus so it was kinda nice to almost project it onto here!!!🥰🥰🥰 Also sorry I got a little carried away while writing and it got a little off-topic from the prompt-

Prompt: A moves into a new apartment and wants to check out the closest dog park. Their dog loves it there, especially that one dog that seems to be there almost every time they go. With their dogs being madly in love with each other, A and the other owner, B, are forced to spend more time together as well

Warnings: strong curse words used a minor amount. Very small angst.

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Matt had moved into an apartment, hoping to build up some money for a home. He was living the life though, being able to do things when he wanted, without people complaining at him. However, Matt had gotten a little lonely so he did the best solution! He got a pet. Now, Matt normally wasn't a fan of dogs, mainly ones that barked a lot, but when he had been searching through the animal shelter and found a very peaceful dog. It was maybe around 1 year old and it was a small poneramium. Normally small dogs barked a lot but this one was fairly quiet and Matt liked it for that. He named his dog Siskel. Since an apparment was a small place Matt had searched up local dog parks he could take his dog to and let it play for a bit and get some exercise. Matt was unbelievably happy when his dog had found another dog friend! He thought they were adorable together and seemed to get along so well too! What he hated was the rat-bastard that owned the dog. You know how theres the couple in movies that want be together but the parents hate eachother? It was essentially that for Matt, but it was one-sided. The other person seemed to find Matt amusing, even though Matt had often showed that he didn't care much for him. Sometimes Matt would feel bad for the way he treated the person, he never gave him a true chance. But then the person would say something that made Matt stop feeling as guilty. The downfall for Matt was that he had scheduled days that he could go to the park where he had free time so it's not like he could ignore the other guy either. Plus, he would feel bad for depriving his puppy of it's friend just because Matt had been salty.

Matt had currently been sitting on a bench at the dog park and was keeping a close eye on Siskel. He made sure to keep his dog on a leash incase it did go to do soemthing bad, he could pull it back, plus, he didn't have to worry about Siskel running off either. Matt could tell just by the way his dog acted, that it was impatiently waiting for it's friend to arrive. Matt was trying to take it's mind off of waiting for it's friend and was throwing a pinecone for his dog. He would use a toy but if another dog came up who knew wheres its mouth had been? Siskel knew not to fully bite on the pinecone, but it would still bark at it and pretend to play with it. Matt couldn't help but smile as he watched. Though, poor Matthew's smile didn't last for long as he felt the same ol' guy sit next to him. Matt knew a little information about him, like his name and such, but only because he had told him like Matt had asked.

"Hey, Maaattttt!!" He chimed.

"Hi, Remus" Matt huffed.

Matt watched as the dogs quickly ran up to eachother and played with a pinecone together. It was very wholesome. However Matt casted a confused glance towards Remus, not understanding why he was so silent.

"You're quiet." Matt commented, while raising an eyebrow.

"I am?" Remus asked, as if he wasn't aware of what Matt was talking about.

"Yeah, normally you're rambling on about something that happened to you, or about how you poisoned your enemies cake or soemthing." Matt soon regretted speaking up, as he watched a very amused smile grow across Remus's face.

Remus gave Matt a very tight hug, causing Matt to squeak from alarm. Matt couldn't help but notice now warm Remus had felt and he could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

"Wh-.. what?" Matt questioned.

"You do listen!!! I was always afraid you never listened to my stories!" Remus seemed to be bursting with excitement.

"Well, I mean I kinda have too, you tail me around against my will." Matt flatly pointed out.

"Pssshh, yeah cuase you don't like me. Totally"

"I hate you. And why are you still hugging me??"

Remus withdrew and let go of the hug. Matt could've sworn he thought Remus looked a little upset for a moment, but if he did it was quickly replaced by happiness.

"You knowwww... it took you a little while for you to tell me to stop hugging youuu" Remus teased.

"You're honestly the biggest idiot I know and it hurts to be around you."

"You can insult me all you want but it's not going to change the fact that you like my hugs!"

"You're a lunatic and burn down places. The last thing I want is your hugs."

"Is that why you let me hug you?"

"I didn't let you hug me! If I did I would've hugged back. But I didn't."

"You let me hug you and you listen to what I say? Mmmmm... I'm pretty sure you like me."

"I don't like you, I'm just that lonely."

"Most people that don't like me get a restraining order, so you must like me to some extent, right?" Remus gave Matt a puppy-eyed look.

Matt groaned in annoyance. "I just might if I have to sit here any longer."

"That's not a no~"

"And it's definitely not a yes."

"Well, it's not a no, so I'll take what I can get."

"You're a dunce."

"I still don't see why you hang out with me so much then."

"Hang?? Out?? I-? Me??- with yOu??-" Matt stumbled over his words in aghast. "Okay, I certainly don't, and would never, hang out with you, Remus. You come up to me. I deal with it because for some stupid reason my dog likes your dog, and I do what's good for my dog because I have a little bit of common sense."

Remus pouted at Matt's little tangent and crossed his arms. "Fine. I won't talk with you then. Maybe then you'll like me more."

Matt shook his head, "Why do you care so much for whether I like you or not?"

Remus only glared at him and didn't respond. Matt decided to take the opportunity of peace and quiet, however, as time started to pass, he felt like something was bugging him. Like he was itching to do soemthing and he didn't know what. Like something was...off. He gave Remus a curious glance, wondering if he had done something, but by the looks of it he was behaving like a decent human being. If that was the case, then what was bugging Matt?? He had gotten what he wished for, had he not? He subconsciously gave Remus an almost longing kind of look, and Remus met his gaze for a split second, only to look away. Matt couldn't help but fear a pang of hurt in his heart, only to be quickly filled with frustration at himself. Remus complete was the opposite of a normal, decent, and civilized person. All he did was annoy Matt, so why did Matt feel bad? He quickly answered his own question. Remus hadn't done anything bad directly towards Matt, and Matt had acted like a huge douche towards him for no reason. Matt felt his eyes water up a bit at the realization and quickly blinked it away. He felt terrible for the way he had acted.

"I'm sorry." Matt spoke, his voice cracking a little bit causing him to inwardly cringe.

Remus looked at him, but gave him a questioning look as if asking him to go on.

"I'm sorry for being a massive and terrible douche towards you. You hadn't done anything wrong, if anything, out of all the things you've told me about I should be lucky that you didn't do anything to me and I'm really, really, sorry and I know that doesn't really change anything but I completely understand if you don't forgive me, and honestly with the way I've treated you I probably don't deserve your forgiveness." Matt had gotten repeatedly choked up as he spoke and had to keep clearing his throat or blinking away the water in his eyes in a sad attempt to hide what he was feeling.

Remus eyes had widened in surprise. That was by far not what he had expected at all. He didn't expect too much of an appology especially from Matt, so the heart felt appology took him a few seconds to process.

"..Matt?" Remus spoke.

"Yea?"

"Can I hug you?"

Matt quickly nodded his head and felt his face twist as he felt a few tears go down his face agaisnt his will. He didn't realize all the weird feelings he had subconsciously bottled up, but as Remus tackled him into a hug, almost knocking him off the bench they had been sitting on, Matt couldn't help but sniffle a little bit. He felt the warmth from Remus engulf him again, and his mind drifted to how nice Remus's arms and hands had felt to be wrapped around him. Matt tried to calm down his sudden emotions and breathed a little more slowly, and slowly slithered his arms up and around Remus's back and rested his head on his shoulder.

"We never speak of this to anyone." Matt mumbled.

Remus giggled and nodded his head in agreement, causing Matt to laugh a little bit himself.

"I knew you always liked me a little bit." Remus teased.

[dreams-of-wings]

Impossible (5/8)

Imagine Billy Hargrove with a Mixed Race/Biracial S/O

Warnings: Racism, swearing, homophobia, homophobic slurs, mild violence, you throw hands a lot, angst.

Masterlist

Once your friends managed to calm you down a bit you went from kicking and screaming to pacing around the room.

After you toppled a few contents of the room and flipped a few desks that is.

Billy is actually kinda surprised ‘cause he’s never seen you so livid.

The others are a bit shaken but they would rather have you take your frustrations out on inanimate objects than other people.

This room they brought you to looked like a tornado had run through it.

Steve is low-key proud of you for standing up for yourself.

Nancy is proud too, but she wishes you hadn’t gotten physical.

“Can you all give us a minute?”

You surprise Steve, Jonathan and Nancy, but they leave you alone with Billy like you asked.

The two of you are silent and Billy refuses to look at you.

“Well?”

For once he has nothing to say.

“I just want to know if you had anything to do with this, because obviously Carol and Tommy did.”

You leaned back on the teachers desk, the only thing that hadn’t been flipped in the room.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“Oh right, because we’re only friends when it’s convenient for you.”

He walked over to you standing a foot away, “Who ever said we were friends?”

You raised your hand to hit him, because how fucking dare he play with you like that, but you stopped before you could swing.

He leaned in closer - face just inches from yours, “Do it.”

You couldn’t, not anymore at least, "That’s a low blow, Hargrove.”

“Stay away from me, and from Max. You’re going to get us both into trouble.”

What the fuck

You wonder what happened, for things to change so suddenly.

Billy leaves the room and your friends reenter.

You tell them everything.

They say they told you so.

“He’s just a racist asshole, don’t listen to him.”

Steve was trying not to be mad at you because, I mean, you’re hurting.

The four of you straighten out the room before peaking out the door to see if the coast is clear.

All of you skip school for the rest of the day.

You go to the arcade and then ice cream with the kids and your friends, minus Max because Billy is trying to keep her away from you.

When you get home you get a call from Max.

She explains everything to you.

Appearently the rumors spread farther than just school (which explains to you why people were giving you weird looks lately).

Their father heard about it.

He also found out that you’re her tutor, that you both hang out after school, and that you had been hanging out around Billy as of late.

Well shit.

You both don’t get to talk for long because Neil asks her who she’s talking to.

You’re extremely tempted to go to the police, because damn it this is getting out of hand.

(Not that it was ever under control to begin with.)

For the next four weeks you stay away from Billy, for both his and Max’s sake.

After the first few days you start leaving notes in Billy’s locker early in the morning and late after school when no one is there, urging him to talk to you.

Nancy has also agreed to ’ take over Max’s tutoring’, if anyone asks.

Max goes to Nancy’s for tutoring.

She’s happy when she sees you there.

Near the end of week two, Billy starts responding to your notes.

“Go away,” is the first one.

“You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Can’t you take a hint.”

On the Friday of the third week he goes to the library - backpack full of notes from you.

“This needs to stop.”

He’s confused when you deny his allegations of leaving notes and starts to argue (very one sided argument btw).

You have to physically shut his mouth with your hand.

“I am trying not to get you into trouble with your dad, but I can’t do that if you pull stunts like this. Does anyone know you’re here?”

He shakes his head.

“Were you followed?”

He shakes his head again before realizing your hand is still on his mouth and smacking it away.

“Max told me everything.”

He sighs, exasperated with the situation.

He wonders how he managed to tread on such thin egg shells with his father.

“How did I get myself into this mess?”

“You were my partner for a project.”

Your conversations via notes are much less one sided after that, and you both pick up where you left off.

The situation with the rumors have died down a bit thanks to the help of your parents and the school principal.

And that fight you had with Carol the day your locker got tagged helped deter anyone from saying anything.

No one wants to get punched in the face.

You did still get anonymous notes in your locker though.

You hated it but it was a good cover up for Billy.

Your locker has been painted over since then.

And your parents decided it was time for a new car anyways.

So they got you a new one.

You don’t know though it’s a Christmas gift.

The fourth week you an Billy are back to normal - almost.

He still doesn’t sit next to you in class, or interact with you outside of class, but at least he doesn’t act like he’s got a grudge against you.

That weekend you help Steve babysit Will, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas.

You’re parents have gone out if town.

You and Steve both take the kiddo’s to the arcade.

Max is there.

She snuck out because she knew you would be here.

Her parents don’t know she’s here though.

But she doesn’t tell you that.

Billy is passed out in his room when his father comes barging in asking where Max is.

He says he doesn’t know and takes the beating.

He knows where Max is

Because he knows where you are.

He drags her back home that night.

She calls you later on to appologize, but you already know the drill.

Later that night you wake up because you here a loud knocking sound at your window and you go to open it.

It’s motherfucking Billy Hargrove.

You lean onto your window sill to prevent him from coming in, “You know, there’s this wonderful contraption, called a door.”

“Never heard of it,” he actually laughed because damn it, it’s been a long time since you sassed him.

“May I come in?”

[pitifulbefore-a]

this is long as hell but I really like what I wrote about Jeremy’s grief if Michael had died in the fire so uh?? here you go

ophelias-Today at 12:24 AM

JEREMY BREAKS DOWN, LIKE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAY JUST CRUMPLES. SQUIP IS YELLING AT HIM FOR MAKING A SCENE. SHOCKING HIM TO GET HIM TO MOVE. HE CANT. HES FUCKING BROKEN HE FEELS LIKE HE LOST A PART OF HIMSELF. AND ITS HIS FAULT HOLY SHIT DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH HE WOULD BLAME HIMSELF

andveronica-Today at 12:26 AM

i'm fucking sobbing i can't believe this shit

Bae-ley-Today at 12:26 AM

!!!!IF HE HAD LISTENED TO MIKEY MIKEY WOULD HAVE LEFT THE BATHROOM AND WOULDN'T HAVE DIED I'M CRYING

andveronica-Today at 12:27 AM

christine would decorate this locker, fill it with flowers and notes and a picture of him and she'd hang some earbuds there

ophelias-Today at 12:27 AM

YEAH AND THATS WHY JEREMY BLAMES HIMSELF

Bae-ley-Today at 12:27 AM

FU C KING JER WANTING THE SQUIP OUT LIKE THEN AND THERE

ophelias-Today at 12:28 AM

HONESTLy

SQUIP YELLING AT HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAY. JEREMY YELLING AT THE SQUIP TO GET OUT. LIKE ACTUALLY YELLING. AMÉLIE HAS TO COME GET HIM AND ITS THE FIRST TIME HES TALKED TO HER IN MONTHS. HES HALF SOBBING TO HER AND HALF SCREAMING AT THE SQUIP

andveronica-Today at 12:29 AM

christine would want to walk over to him to make sure he's okay when he's still in the hall but she probably gets held back

Bae-ley-Today at 12:30 AM

BECAUSE THE LAST TIME HE SEEN HIM WAS RIGHT AFTER HE CALLED HIM A LOSER SO HIS FACE JUST IS HAUNTING HIM

ophelias-Today at 12:31 AM

JER JUST SCREAMING YELLING AT NOTHING APPOLOGIZING HOPING MICHAEL WILL HEAR IT

tbh he doesn't blame rich for the fire as it is now but if michael died in it............. hoooo boy

Bae-ley-Today at 12:32 AM

OH SHITHE WOULD BLAME HIM CUZ SOMEONE GOT WORSE THAN HURT AND IT WAS HIS BEST FRIEND J E SUS

ophelias-Today at 12:32 AM

IT WOUDL BE BAD. HED BLAME EVERYONE. HIMSELF THE MOST BUT HES JUST SO. ANGRY AND UPSET. HES LASHING OUT AT EVERYONE

andveronica-Today at 12:33 AM

I just realize... rich would take an involuntary manslaughter rap for it, at best. Bc like... Since he knew the house was full prosecutors could go for homicide

ophelias-Today at 12:34 AM

jeremy just. 'GOOD'

andveronica-Today at 12:34 AM

Cause like... When it's just arson he can get parole. Murder? Nope.

andveronica-Today at 12:36 AM

Jeremy would probably be the most mad at Rich and Christine, if you think about it. Rich set the fire that killed Michael. And he got the squip to impress Christine, and the squip is what made him say the things that made Michael go to the bathroom.

ophelias-Today at 12:36 AM

even if someones trying to comfort him

jeremy? blaming everyone around him? shoving everyone away? hating everything and everyone no matter their role? more likely than u think

Bae-ley-Today at 12:37 AM

OR MAD AT HIMSELF THE MOST CUZ THE SQUIP WAS OFF AND EVERYTHING HE SAID WAS HIS FAULT

ophelias-Today at 12:37 AM

DEFINITELY MAD AT HIMSELF THE MOST

andveronica-Today at 12:38 AM

Christine WOULDN'T stop trying to help him as much as he pushed.

ophelias-Today at 12:38 AM

im not joking he finds out at school and he crumples then and there on the ground screaming cant catch his breath 'get out get out you killed him you fucking killed him get out GET OUT I KILLED HIM YOU LET ME FUCKING KILL HIM'

Bae-ley-Today at 12:39 AM

WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T IMAGINE THE LIKE MICHAEL "burn it" SCENE BUT WITH JER SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY ABOUT THEIR STUFF

Bae-ley-Today at 12:39 AM

OH GOD HE DIDN'T WEAR HIS HOODIE. JER COULD HAVE HIS HOODIE

ophelias-Today at 12:40 AM

jer takes that hoodie and never lets it go wtf

Bae-ley-Today at 12:40 AM

SOBS ON THE FLOOR HOLDING IT TIGHTLY

ophelias-Today at 12:41 AM

listen jer finds the hoodie and it s like losing michael all over againon the ground clutching it unable to move or even notice whats going on around him sobbing and yelling at himself or anyone that comes near

Bae-ley-Today at 12:42 AM

WHATEVER YOU DO ALSO DON'T IMAGINE HOW BROKEN MR.HEERE WOULD BE

andveronica-Today at 12:42 AM

Daddy Heere would be heartbroken

Bae-ley-Today at 12:43 AM

bUT IT WOULDBE LIKE. LOSING HIS OWN BLOOD SON. LIKE LOSING JER

ophelias-Today at 12:44 AM

mr. heere's grief is more silent than his son's because he's trying to be supportive. but he also just retreats completely never goes to work excuses himself to cry silently where jer cant see

Bae-ley-Today at 12:45 AM

MMMMM OKAY SO TWO FUNERAL ANGST IDEAS MICHAEL'S PARENTS DON'T COME OR TWO , they DO AND JER YELLS @ THEM

ophelias-Today at 12:45 AM

jer screams at him one day because jer's grief is angry and blood boiling and he's like 'you dont even care!!!' and mr heere yells back 'he was like my own son of course i do!!' or smth and they end up ugly sobbing and holding each otherjer screams and screams and it doesn't make a whole lot of sense to mr. heere but he listens and tries to calm himlisten if jer ever sees michael's parents again you can bet you he's gonna yell at them

andveronica-Today at 12:47 AM

Imagine how empty that funeral would be I'm sad

Bae-ley-Today at 12:47 AM

JER JUST WOULD ALREADY BE ANGRY AND UPSET BUT IF HE SEEN THEM HE J UST RAGE

ophelias-Today at 12:48 AM

thats the one time jer's grief is anything but seeing red and he's just crying and over michael's casket which is closed obv and he's probably not in there but he's crying and talking like maybe michael can hear him oh god

andveronica-Today at 12:48 AM

It'd be his brother, the Heeres, Christine, a couple people from school who felt bad... Maybe his parents.

Bae-ley-Today at 12:49 AM

LUNA MY F UCMING HEART

ophelias-Today at 12:49 AM

'yknow i was gonna bury your hoodie with you because i know you love it i thought you could use it but i cant michael i cant. if i give it up it feels like im giving you up i cant do it again. michael im sorry im sorry for everything you didnt deserve this it should have been me'

ophelias-Today at 12:50 AM

he stays there for hours after the funeral just appologizing for everything

andveronica-Today at 12:50 AM

Christine would be really soft in her attempts of comforting Jeremy, BUT. After all his anger and resistance?? She'd break out a little tough love and just

ophelias-Today at 12:51 AM

from everything w/ the squip to breaking his favorite crayon when they were kids

his dad leaves and comes back to pick him up later jeremy falls asleep next to the grave because its been hours that he's just been talking w/ no answer and trying to fill a space and days since he's been able to sleep

Bae-ley-Today at 12:52 AM

OH G OD AND LIKE THE FIRST WEEK OF WHEN HE'S BURIED HE KEEPS VISITING HIS GRAVE

ophelias-Today at 12:53 AM

first week?? first month. he makes a trip up there at least twice a week for the first year once a week until he graduates highschool. tells him everything

ophelias-Today at 12:55 AM

( 'rich told me how to get rid of the squip. who knew, mountain dew red? i know you love it. but ah, it's-- it's gone now. i'm sorry it wasn't soon enough.' )

[yoseicosplay-blog]

You don’t belong here! (2)

Chapter 1

Mark Tuan x Reader Fanfiction Genre: Angst/Fluff Author: YoseiCosplay

A/N: Thank you guys for the all feedback from my first chapter! This is my first kpop fanfiction. I also write Anime fanfiction on fanfiction.net under the same name, so please check me out there! Thank you and hopefully you enjoy this fic! Here’s chapter 2! (I appologize, this chapter ended up a little shorter than I intended)

Description:  You’re an American going to go visit your favorite kpop group in Seoul! But when you get there, you’re not exactly welcomed with open arms. What happens when Mark and the rest of Got7 notice how those sasaeng fans treat you?

Chapter 2:

“Hey! What’s going on!” You hear yelling coming from the stage. You turn around and see JB, standing up, shouting at the girls in Korean. He doesn’t look too happy. In fact, he looks furious.

You try to stand up but your vision blackens for a second and you feel yourself about to topple back over. But before you could hit the ground for the millionth time, you feel strong arms catch you and hold you steady.

“Hey, I got you. Are you okay?” the masculine voice asks in...english? Wait, you know that voice. You turn your head slightly to look behind you and notice the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

“M-mark?” You say in confusion, your voice coming out in a squeak. He smiles that perfect smile of his. Before you could say anything else, you hear JB again. But this time, he’s closer.

“I said, what the hell is going on!” He demands in Korean. The idiot girls look too starstruck to defend themselves. The leader finally snaps out of it before explaining herself. She starts explaining in Korean, but she’s talking so fast, the only words you could pick up were “JB oppa”, “doesn’t belong” and “American”. But even with just those words, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she was going on about.

Just then you feel Mark tense up. You look at him and his racial expression changed from being concerned to one that you’ve never seen on his face before. He starts trembling. Just then, he speaks up. In english, to your surprise.

“So what you’re saying is that she doesn’t belong here because she’s American?! Do you remember that I am also from America?!” He exclaims, breathing heavily.

Everyone is stunned into silence. It’s very rare to see Mark so angry, let alone in front of or even towards fans. The girls stand there in utter shock, mouth agape. One of the girls friends turns beat red and speaks to Mark in broken English.

“It different. You live here, in Korea! You Korean idol!” She pleads with him, not wanting her precious Oppa to yell at her like that. Mark just looks at her like she grew a second head.

“You’re telling me that I’m different because I live here? So if she lived here, it would be different as well?” He gives her a cold glare.

The group of girls cower against each other in fear as each member of Got7 glare at the group of girls. Unfortunately you aren’t able to bask in this joyful moment of those girls getting ripped on, as your vision starts to fade.

You touch the place where you hit your head, bringing more blood onto your fingers. “U-um, M-mark?” You stutter, as you show him your hand. He looks at the blood and panics. He gestures over to Jinyoung, saying something in Korean. The boy nods and rushes over to you, grabbing your other arm and dragging you to backstage.

Jackson, BamBam and Youngjae follow you, as JB and Yugyeom stay behind with security to deal with the group of girls and the rest of the crowd.

“Jackson, call the ambulance,” you hear Mark mutter to Jackson in English. The last thing you remember is Mark and Jinyoung laying you down, your head in Marks lap and BamBam holding your hand before your vision goes black.

[taetaeby]

Tiny Circles | I.

> I.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst.

Warning(s): Mentions of blood (in later chapters), violance, swearing.

Word count: 2845

Description: Shut your mouth. No one can now anything. Shut your thoughts. You’re not supposed to know anything. Don’t be curious, it will only kill you. Be noraml. Noraml, like everyone else. “Why don’t we break the rules? It’s not like they could catch us. They’re too smart for that.”

A/N (more like note to myself): You know you wrote this because you wanted to write it. You love Tae but Hoseok keeps coming back. Embrace those feelings. Don’t hoe around!

In this life, you have to know how to keep things to yourself. Why should anyone know anything about you, even knowing your name is to much. They always said that the curious ones never make it to the end. So the best way was to keep quiet, uninterested in everyday life.

The Government made this decision after that day. No one should ever again share anything to anyone. It should all be a secret to themselvs, no one else. They also went that far to implant little chips behind everyones ear to be able to monitor their behaviour and their emotions.

You learned, like everyone else, to keep your thoughts and actions in place. Not shoving too much of what might make you suspicios, which will lead to them trying to move you out of the way, in fear of you finding out something you’re not supposed to.

As everyone else, you knew that the Government too had some of the best kept secrets in their hands. Some of them so big that it could destroy human kind if it ever gets out. That’s what interested you the most. You wanted to know what they knew, what made them treat you that way in the first place. But, you had to keep your mouth shut.

Always.

The normal routine of your day was slowly coming to an end. Tiding up the mess todays guests made, something that you could do with your eyes closed. They honestly were behaving like pigs everytime they came by, making the place ressemble the lockal bar more then it really was. It ends up like that because of the rage that they have to let out, sometimes ending in puddles of blood. But even that didn’t surprise you anymore.

“I can’t believe they made such mess, again.” The furious voice was coming from no other then your boss. He had a high tolerance on every thing, something that made her succead in this bussines. She seemed angry most of the times, especially when something like this happened, but it never showed with emotion. She really knew how to act like every boring normal human being. “I should really consider bannening them form here.” Her thoughts had a mind of its own, leaving her lips while she didn’t even think.

She surely was someone you admired from afar. She achived every thing she wanted. Just at the age of sixteen, she knew how her life was goingto be. At that time, the implanting of those chips happened and crushed everyones dreams for a better future, but not hers. It was like she knew something that serious would happen, planning every little piece to detail. Maybe she had known someone who was informed about it, who worked in these feilds. Or maybe she was just the most intelegent person you stumbled apon.

“Can you handle it today?” Your thoughts were cut off by the voice you knew by heartbeat. “If it’s too much, just let me know, okay?” As caring as always, her words made you feel a different type of way, like she actually wants to know what her employess think and feel. Without saying a word in return, she already knew the answer to her own question, leaving you with a small smile to continue doing your job.

‘I wonder what is going on inside her head.’ The thoughts you had everyday when you came to work, made their way back inside your head. ‘Is she even human? How can she live life as it is in such a calm way?’ But really, you shouldn’t be so curious about someone else. You should stick to yourself, conssume your mind around your life, what your next step is going to be.

If that thing didn’t happen, and if every thing was like before, you were sure you would faint at the sight of what seemed like blood from ten people, but actually was form one person every time.

Where did those times go?

How did it end up this way?

What are they hiding form us?

It was strange. The night felt colder then usual. The streets were quieter then usual. The Moon was darker then usual. The whole image on the city was different. Upon the dull atmosphere, he just could make it worse.

To be honest, this was the first time you saw his out of the club. Usualy he lingered around, not having an interest in anyone, just being there to relax? No one knows he’s purpose really. One thing people know about him is that he’s here every night.

“Fuck.” As you were taking your turn in the other direction, you felt that the words that left his lips were calling you. Even thogh you never even once exchanged a word, even a glance to each other, something was different about him. You were ready to break the biggert rule set by the Government because he is the only thing that caught your attention and never went away from your mind.

On cue to your thoughts, your motions matched, turning your body in his direction. As always he looked lost, like this was the wrong place for him. But, no matter how much of a mess he was; no matter how broken he was, to you, he had that aura that you wanted to explore, to feel. Every part of him, made your blood flow faster, your heart beat stronger, your skin feel warmer.

“Yah! Could you borrow me a lighter?” You were right, he was talking to you. You were also right about a few other things. He wasn’t really one of the nicer ones, but that was nothing new beacuse of the image he created through his club stays. No one wanted to be the one that has to keep a conversation with him, not because he was intiminadting, but because it was hard to please him. A man who has little joy in anything is hard to satisfie. So, most of the time the owner, Cindy, takes care of him. You, youself, wanted to have a shot with him, but never actually suggested it to her. Maybe you were just the one to meet his standars, considering that you had nothing much for the world felt eighter.

Without a word being said, you pulled the lighter out of your back pocket that always carried it, along with a new box of cigaretes everyday. Lets say that, that was your only “interest” that truely made you drift off into your own world, creating a safe bubble around you. Never have you even dreamed of being that person that’s finding joy in something so destroing, but life didn’t treat you well, so you wanted to treat it the same. Al least you don’t feel anything in the process.

He took the lighter out your hand while keep his gaze on you, and when he lit his joint, he never looked back as to wanting to get a reaction from you. Without a blink, you stared at him back keeping your mind at bay. “Don’t you work here?” He replied while pointing at the club behind you.

To be honest, you didn’t think much of his question, not even bothering to answer it in the first place. He obviously forgot the rules. The rules you were not allowd to break under any circumstances.

“Cat got your thoung?” The air was cold, the only thing visible to you, his warm breath mingling in the air everytime he spoke. He chuckled at the way you were focused on him, not taking time to look anywhere else but him, and he did notice that.

After a minute of silence, just your eyes being glued to each other, he was about to take a step forward, when a police officer came from behind him. “Why are you two in the same place for over 3 minutes? Are you not familiar with the rules?” There it was again. A reminder that you aren’t living in your own free will, but under the control of someone else. “Do you need to be reminded?”

Of course, you didn’t want to be reminded, why would you. Apperently one of the rules was also, that you can’t talk to another person more then 2 minutes because that’s considerated a crime. If that happened, they would question you just like this police officer did now, and if you failed to give them the right answer, they would take you with them to give you your memory back. Which from the feel, told by the people you know experienced it, was the most painfull and terrefing thing that they have ever felt. Being put into a chair, chained to the chair, big needls being put into your scalp and then and electrified robot connecting its electricity to the needls. It's horrible.

"I was on my way home," you looked at the man you know as Hoseok and then back at the officer. "And this customer was just greeting me. Is that a crime? Me being kind to my customer?" The innocence you radiated could change everyones mind in the blink of an eye. By now, you learned how to act infront of different people, how to make them believe what you wanted them to, how to get out of any trouble, you knew it all. That was something you caught up from your job, working at a host club.

The officer couldn't say anything more then a simple "I see." Before he appologized, which didn't seem sincere because no one ever show any emotion, and left you two alone again.

"Well..." Hoseok spoke up, rather quiet this time. "That was smooth." He sure was the first person you weren't able to read just by looking at his face. He was more then anyone. He was the mystery that the Government kept from us, but in human form. You need to get your hands on his mind, his thinking. His experiance.

Not wanting to waist more time, as you already lost enough because of him, and not needing to be approached by the cop again, you decide to leave the conversation hanging. Just like that, you turned on your heels, making your way down the street not spearing a second glance at him.

You thought that he might say, no, you were sure he wouldn’t let you leave like that. You were sure he had more to say then he already did. You were sure he wanted something more from this conversation then this. And, that’s what he thought too. But none of you seemed to care at the moment, maybe because you, and also he, knew that tomorrow night you were going to be where you always were at that time.

In ‘disguise’.

It didn’t take much for you to get to your apartment, on your way passing some people that lost their self control trying to get back in shape. To their unfortune, they got carried aways by the all nighter cops. It was not a nice sight to see. Their break down really wasn’t something you see everyday. Broken was written on their forehead, literally. But, that was none of your concers. That was another rule you should not break, and you knew that very well.

“Indetification code.” The guard of the apartment complex that you lived in informed you. Already knowing the procedure, you moved your hair out of the way from your right ear. Leanning to the side, he placed his detector device right behind your ear where the chip was.

It was fascinating how they got all the information needed put inside such a small thing. It was smaller than 1 millimetar, and yet the most powerfull piece ever created. They could do anything with it. ‘They packed it with everything that could be of possible use for them and for everyones saftly,’ that’s what they said.

This chips was basically something like a nano chip. You could describe it as a small computer of its own, that has power to wipe out the world if it ever needed to. It navigates every little thing. You could say that it has a life of its own at some point.

There was this familiar sting that flod throught your body at the contact of the chip with the device, something you learned to cope with by now. “Clear. Have a good night ma’am.” One finished, two more to go.

After what seemed like an eternity, you made it to your apartment door, quickly fishing the key out of your bag before unlocking the door to let yourself inside.

The other two security checks you do everyday were longer then usual. Apperently some resident in your complex didn’t just break one rule, but three of the biggest ones. They can’t seem to find him and assume that someone is helping him hide, to not get caught for the death penalty. This is where the chips have one of their uses. They can read if you get in conntact with a rebel, someone who broke the rule, and can take you away for the chip removal to get correct information where that person is.

Pretty crazy what they invented. There really is no point in all this punishment. What do they get from torturing someone who broke their rules? They don’t get the power they need to fuck every thing more up. They are leading the people into the pit of no return with their so called ‘polity’. Why do they think it’s a good idea to punish the one who broke the rules because he couldn’t bear any longer to not be normal like he used to be? Shouldn’t they be focusing on making a cure for the thing that made it like this? No. The only concern they have is someone not behaving the way they want them too. If this continues this way, then it’s just a matter of time before people can’t take this anymore. And what do they plan to do if everyone breaks every single rule that exists, even the smallest one? Are they planning to eliminate everyone, make everyone pay for doing that? No, because they don’t have such power to do that. They just know how to set rules, but don’t follow them themselves.

The reminder for the ‘most best polity set in history’, which will no longer exist, had a great idea to let everyone know how they are supposed to act. Every morning before you’re allowed to leave your apartment, like everyone else, you are met with The Rules that ypu have to go through, every time. And don’t even think about skipping that part because, the chip will dettect that and will send a stright message to the security that you misbehaved.

So, there are a couple of rules you’re supposed to follow. They are divided into two sections, The Higher Rules and The Lower Rules. The Higher Rules are the ones that control your every move, your every word, your every breath intake. They are a part of every person and are accordingly to that, the rule breaker is punished in the most worst way, of which death penalty and elecrtifier are one of them.

As for The Lower Rules, they are looked on like the higher. The only differece being in the punishment. This is set to be a little more berable then when breaking one of the higher rules, and are also the ones that are broken the most.

But, the basic rules are following:

Any type of human contact is forbiden and if broken will not be tolerated.

Emotiones can’t be showen and everyone should be neutral to having feelings.

Conversations between individuals can’t be longer then 2 minutes.

Mental breakdown will not be tolerated and the person may be taken away.

You live alone.

House visits of any kind are forbiden.

And the funny part is, that they were kind enough to think about something so common now: “Mental breakdown will not be tolerated. As for now, researches will be held on the individuals with this diagnoses.” How kind they were to think of that, motherfuckers.

For now this can and will keep going. Once they reach the limit, they’re going to crumble into pieces just like they did with human kind, with everyone that wanted to be their old self, who wanted to be normal.

You should let this rest here. If you don’t keep your thought out of the way, it won’t take long to bread down yourself. Tomorrow is a new day. Some changes may happen, people may change, the city may dissapear. No one know what it might be like. It can be described as the weather, on second it’s sunny and warm, the next it’s rainning and thoundering. The same is with anything else. Nothing is predictable. With that in mind, your eyes start to get heavy as you make them shut completely.

Tomorrow is a new day.

[dreams-of-wings]

Impossible (3/8)

Imagine Billy Hargrove with a Mixed/Biracial S/O

Warnings: Racism, swearing, mild violence, homophobia, homophobic slurs, sexual harassment, some angst. These warnings are serious y'all. This part deals with homophobia and the next part probably also will. I am trying really hard to keep this gender neutral so everyone can enjoy it while also acknowledging that some of my readers may be male (there was a really bad stigma surrounding the LGBT+ community in the 1980's hence the reason for this conflict), but it's a little hard to do that as a new writer and make it seem personal. So I can only hope I do the issue and the story justice. Feedback is appreciated!

Masterlist

For the next month and a half the two of you have vaguely become what you would define as ‘friends’.

He acts differently with you because as opposed to Carol and Tommy, you can see though his facade, and will call him out on his shit.

He slowly migrates to the seat next to you in any of the classes you have together.

He eventually coaxes you into sitting in the back with him.

You throw off your teachers and they almost mark you absent.

Billy’s a total distraction in class.

Passes notes to you in class on a regular basis, normally full of smart ass comments on what the teacher is saying.

You still somehow manage to pay attention in class and keep your grades up.

This slightly irks the teachers.

You’ve low-key started bringing a small tape recorder to class to record their lectures, because let’s face it Billy is persistant.

For the most part you both don’t hang out outside of class, but he still stops by your little hiding hole in the library fequently to get patched up.

He hasn’t been beaten in a few weeks but some of his cuts are still healing.

Once they’re gone he starts coming to you for stupid reasons.

“Billy, you’re fine, I don’t see anything.”

“Of course you don’t see it, it’s a paper cut.”

He’s so fucking dramatic.

“What if it gets inflected?”

You dead pan.

He snickers.

Low-key ready to fight him.

He still shoves you and slams your locker, but it’s mostly just to get a rise out of you now.

You can be heading to class, zoned out, and he’ll bump shoulders with you.

The force makes you whip around to look at him.

He smirks, snickers, and winks at you, before continuing on to where ever he’s going.

Carol and Tommy are normally not far behind.

“Watch where you’re going, Poodle.”

He stops calling you 'mutt’ and 'Heinz’ but some how manages to stick to the dog theme.

Tommy and Carol follow up with insults of their own.

“Tragic faggot.”

“Alphabet soup.”

Steve, Nancy, or Jonathan are normally around to put an end to it.

You can no longer take Max home, but the two of you are back to your regular schedule of milkshakes Monday, Wednesday, and then the arcade and milkshakes on Friday.

Chocolate coma Fridays are normally how the day ends.

Billy meets the two of you wherever you are to pick her up.

Max is confused when he doesn’t talk about how much of a hastle she is to take care of when he picks her up.

Even more confused when he orders a stawberry and banana milkshake and joins the both of you (on rare occasions).

Sometimes he comes into the arcade (rare occasion too) and kicks your ass at whatever game you’re playing.

Max never knew he liked games.

He used to play a lot of games when he was much younger.

Doesn’t say this outloud though.

You don’t know it yet, but things start going down hill when Carol and Tommy spread a rumor that your queer.

Carol and Tommy had been talking about it to everyone they knew, and it spread through not just the school, but through the town, like wildfire.

You noticed Monday that people would stare at you, and anytime you glanced at them they would lean to their friends and whisper.

Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan have no idea whats going on, you’ve asked.

You should have known they wouldn’t know, they’re you friends, of course the others wouldn’t dare say anything slandering you to them.

Other than the odd stares and hushed voices following you everywhere you went, your day proceeded as normal.

Go to class.

Go to lunch.

Billy visits, though he eyed you skeptically every now and then, it didn’t seem too unusual.

Back to class.

Tutor Max and your other students.

Take her out for milkshakes.

The workers in the shop who used to eye you for being a different race, were eyeing you again.

Billy came and picked up Max, not giving you so much as a glance.

What the fuck.

You call Nancy and talk about your day for hours.

She’s shocked you consider Billy a friend.

“But he’s a douchbag! And he bully’s you, you can’t be serious!”

“Not anymore, he’s been laying off the racist names.”

“I just don’t want you getting hurt, you’re one of the best friends I have.”

“Don’t worry, Nance, I’ll kick his ass if I so much as get a whiff that he’s reverting back to his old ways.”

You won’t, but the idea of things going back the way they were makes you uncomfortable.

Both you and Nancy agree not to tell Steve, who will flip his shit.

The next day you confront Billy about what’s been going on since he seems to be acting off.

You find out about the rumor spreading that your queer.

And appearently thats not all.

According to what’s been going around school, you’re an easy lay too.

And appearently your trying to get in your friends’ pants.

He gets pissed because he thinks you’re lying to him.

“You’re just like everybody else in this bullshit, fake ass, hick town!”

“Billy, you know me! Why would I lie to you? You see this,” you motion between the two of you, “This seemingly impossible friendship that took so long to build, why the hell would I want to fuck this up?!”

He thinks your somehow using him.

The librarian has to kick you both out.

Billy says he’s “done with this bullshit” and leaves.

Throughout the rest of the day you have to deal with remarks that are borderline, if not sexual harassment.

Various people of the opposite and same gender have been taking jabs at you.

“It’s only because you haven’t slept with a boy/girl yet.”

“How about you come by my house after school and I can show you a good time?”

Some one touches you inappropriately as you try to retrieve things from your locker.

Homophobic slurs are thrown your way periodically.

“Queer.” (Honestly the only one I know?)

“Ginger beer,” (I don’t understand this one?)

“Bitch.”

“Switch hitter.”

(I had to google this shit so I could find gender neutral terms, I appologize if these offend anyone. There was honestly more, but I removed them after reading it over for several reasons.)

It’s all honestly getting to be too much and Nancy pulls you aside into a quiet corner to talk to you.

“I heard everything, are you okay?”

“Tell Max and the others I’m not feeling well today and tutoring is cancelled.”

You leave school for the day without saying another word to any one.

You walk to your car, and your back window has been smashed in, the words 'queer’, 'faggot’, 'bitch’, 'slut’, and 'AIDS’ has been painted all over your car in bright red paint.

You let out a shakey sigh and your hands are tembling as you get in and start it up so you can just go home.

You are so done with today.