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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 2 years ago

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Forgot - but then Steve Remembers

Steve FLUFF a tiny bit of angst but thats from steve part 1 here

Rebloogs and comments welcome do not repost or publish anywhere just a bunch of fluff tiny bit of angst sahing18+ just incase

I included number 89 from @time-for-a-lullaby repost of @youngdumbbrokehijabi-deactivate

In the quinn jet

"Nat please tell me that's the wrong date."

"Ok thats the wrong date."

"Why?"

"Shit."

"Language."

"That's still not going away,"he sighed. "But really is that the wrong date?"

"No. Why had a date?"

"Actually yea."

The entire quinnjet had come to a standstill.

"It was her birthday the day after we left. I thought- I can't believe I mixed up the days. What do I do?"

"Grovel." Nat went back to piloting.

"Say you sent her flowers and there a mix up."Tony shrugged

Steve looked Tony dead in the eyes with ire. "Tony I'm not going to lie to her. Plus she basically always knows when I'm lying."

"Did you tell her you were leaving? It was last minute." Nat tries to counter act Tony

"Yea but I didnt say it was a last minute mission just that id be on radio silence until I get back in like a week.

"You coud at least tell her you're comming back now." Nat offered.

"On the QJ be home soon. Can I come see you?"

Almost as quick as he sent the text he got a reply.

"You never have to ask. Are you ok? Any injuries?"

"No not even a paper cut."

Steve sat back in his seat "I really like this girl Tony. She's the best thing to ever happen to me in a long time. I don't want to lose her."

"Like Nat said. Grovel"

It was late when they got back but Steve didn't want to wait any longer. He had disapointed you enough.

But you were awake and waiting when he used the key you had given him to come in. You threw your hands around his neck and gave him a kiss.

"You promise you're not hurt." You looked to see if there was any blood coming through on his shirt.

"I promise. How are you?"

"Good" you gave a small smile.he studied your face but you had already cried the tears and this far off there was nothing left and the continual dissapointment was just stored away there until next year when you'd hope a little less. You tried to lead him to the couch but he wasn't budging.

"Im sorry I missee your birthday."

"It's ok" you shrugged. Ok all the tears weren't gone. Don't cry! So you changed the subject.

"Tell me about the mission. What'd you on the mission."

"What'd you do on your birthday?"

"Nothing just another Friday. So-"

"You friends didn't do anything."

"No they usually forget or are busy. I'm used to it."

Steve's heart sank and then he also felt bad at the parties Tony threw for him. He hated them but you hadn't even had a small fracture of that. At his party there were so many people he brought you as no one would notice another girl as he didn't want to thrust you into the spotlight but when he told you he hated when Tony went all out like this he didn't realize how much pain was behind your words of "Hey it could be worse they could forget your birthday entirely."

And how much it had to sting when he said the words "I wish." He wish he could've seen the pain behind your eyes that you are doing a very good job of hiding right now. But he still see a glimmer of a tear an extra drop of wetness that will refuse your eyes to get dry.

"Tell me about the mission" you asked again with some forced enthusiasm

"I really am sorry I-I should've made sure you got flowers or. I messed up I know I thought. I had the days wrong but not your birthday I know what day that is I just didn't realize what day it was when I left and-"

"Hey Steve its ok. I get it your job travels. Besides you saved the world what twice now? Three times. It's only a day. And you're here now."

You were so sincere his heart dropped. It was like like he forgot to pick up crackers at the store…ridiculously understanding. How had you gotten to that where it was nothing to you?

You were sleeping while he was wide awake. Not only did he forget your birthday but so did everyone. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. You were always one to send the first text or call to always be there always asking him do you think so and so would like this maybe I should get it for so and so , but they weren't there for you. What was even worse was that you seemed to expect it. Maybe that’s why, you didn’t want them to feel the same? Or even worse you thought they’d forget you if you didn't do things. He felt helpless, he was helpless because it was something he didn't prevent from happening that he could've; Sure he wasn't saving THE world. But he would've saved yours. And to him that was the same thing.

He swore to make it up to you let you know you were loved by at least him not thrown aside or forgotten - somehow.

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Steve's text to tony:

Tony promise me this'll work.

Tony:It will she'll love it.

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"And we'll a- Shit I gotta grab something from the tower then well go get dinner. Sound good?"

"Yea babe."

"You wanna come in-the others are gone on a mission they wont bother us.”

"Ok”

Steve took the private avenger entrence and elevator.

"You know I was thinking about introducing you." Steve hope that covered any nervousness that was showing.

"Really?" You were confused.

"Calm down if you're that excited I won't wouldn't want you to fangirl."

"Sorry I just you said you didnt want to before to keep me safe so."

"Well I was thinking maybe its time we can work on your safety Nat can teach you some self defense."

"You taught me."

"I know."

They reached the floor. He saw the odd taken back look when you saw the darkness."

"I always have my floor's lights off when I gone." He walked out of the elevator.

"You have your own floor? Steven you never told me that!"

He smirked at your use of his full first name.

"Steve come back here! A whole floor! “You followed him into the complete darkness until Steve said:

"Hey Friday" Steve said with a smirk.

"Surpise Happy birthday" everyone yelled with smiles and the lights tured on all at once. You had jumpd back so much and so hard that you almost fell no scratch that you fell Steve ran back in time to stop you from hitting your head.

"Www" was the only thing you could get out. With your mouth dropping. You looked around

"I think we broke her." Tony snarkrd

"Its all for you sweetheart." Steve wispered sweetly.

"Once we know you were the reason Steve has been so happy the last few months and that he missed your birthday well we couldn't just not do anything." Nat smiled.

"Plus you do charity I mean you're way out of Cap's league." Tony shrugged

"Tony" Pepper hissed.

"What you're out of my league too honey." Tony said to Pepper.

"Steve I- thank you all so much you this really did you really didnt have to do this."

"You should have seen him on the way home when he realized the date and how he screwed up. He wanted to do omething nice for you and so did we. Besides we are going to be good friends now. I'm going to teach you how to take down the brute if he gets to handsy. Or doesn't get handsy enough.” Nat winked and the room laughed.

There was a banner and a whole stack of presents food and a cake.

He introduced you to everyone and Friday put music on.

You were having a conversation with one of the lab techs the team is close with when Steve came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Mind if I borrow my little spark plug here."

You giggled at the pet name that Tony had actually came up with once you could talk again as you were just plain giddy, a mile a minute . Steve had a the giant smile on his face as he brought you onto the balcony.

"You enjoying yourself?" He moved a peice of hair away from your face and tcxked it behin your ear. Wheich was mere mm away from your giant smile.

"Yea I've never had a surprise party or a party in years. Thank you Steve I mean it." You felt a kiss would be so disingenuous because it wasn't that he was doing this because he had to as your boyfriend it's because he wanted to. You know if he didn't want to he wouldn't have gone to all that trouble, this trouble and a kiss just didn't add upp- it didnt mean enough.

"I love you so much you didn't have to do this-"

"But I wanted to. Your smile makes it worth it "

"I know and that's why I love you you didnt just move on and forget"

"I love you. I didnt know your friends were that horrible. You just you deserve better. And loving you I just I figured you need new friends," Steve leaned in-

"Plus Tony gives the best presents."

"Steve, this party is enough of a present."

"You forgive me for missing your birthday?"

"Steve I told you."

"I know. And I know you were disappointed, you had to, how could you not be."

"Steve I cant blame you for having to work on my birthday. Although I can blame you for not even remembering the day beofre that the next day was my birthday."

"Am I forgiven."

"Of course but just this time."

He pulled you close

"Thank God because love you so much I don't know what I'd do without you."

Then he pulled you in for a kiss.

Later that night....

You had stayed at the tower you were too tired, too full and just wanted to never leave the warm and inviting place.

"I have another present for you"

"Steve"

"Go on open"

"You didn't have to"

"Just open it please."

You gasped in awe, it was drawing and sketches and water colors and one really pad canvas painting.

"Ignore my Picasso i can't paint" he forgot

To take that one out and he did now throwing it on the ground, you made a mental note to get that one to keep. Then you saw subject of the drawings.

"Steve babe this is amazing. This is so beautiful. Is this entire thing-"

"Yep all you my beautiful precious love. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips

"You bring me more light than anyone could imagine"

Lost in his eyes his sincerity was not one that could be faked by meryl streep or cloony or anyone it was a look of pure adoration, pure love. You went to hand him back the sketch book.

He shook his head "No, this is for you. For you of you-"

"But you" you finished his sentance.

"Theres a drawing class free to the public this weekend with -"

"Moma?" Your eyes lit up. Youve been trying to get him to go for that for a while. You had wanted to go as well but were too nervous about being alone plus you wanted him to give you tips.

"What do you yu say we go this weekend?"

You nodded excitedly and pulled him in for a hug. He eyed you up and down taking in your happiness, at a simple free thing and that, that made you rival or beat Venus' statue herself.

"If I know youd be this happy would've said yes when you first asked."

"I love you Steve. I love you so much."

I love you."

He pulled you in for a breathtaking kiss

I originally wasnt going to say anything. But i did this so people understand its not them its thier idiot friends.

but I'm a fall baby and my friends dont always rembember my birthday so the first one was kinda cathartic typing it out but I know theres others who related and thats why I published it cause ur not alone when that happens I kinda wanted to make them see that its not u that needs ro change its ur friends and idiot superhero boyfriend but i mean how many concussions has he had at this point so...

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juju-on-dat-beat · 3 years ago

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A/N: Reader is gender neutral and around 14 years of age. Sniper is a bit older in this,,, Like he looks to be

There might be some misspelled words, sorry bout that. Its really late over here. This is Platonic. Requests are still open.

Requested by someone on wattpad! I am practicing how to write fics

Also bad words.

••••

It was a cloudy day outside. There was a small reddish house that was somewhere in the lands of Australia.

Two old folks were taking care of a certain (H/L) (H/C) child.

Y/N. That was their name. Y/N was asleep on a comfy bed in the house.

Though, this day was a very special day for the child! It was their birthday! How lovely.

Y/N opened their eyes to the sound of birds chirping. There, they realized it was their special 14th birthday!

Y/N jumped off the bed and immediately ran downstairs.

"Gramma? Gramma! Its my birthday today" Y/N chirped with excitement.

"Oh, yes! Yes it is!" Ms. Mundy said with delight as she placed down a potted plant and walked to her grandkid.

Ms. Mundy quickly hugged the child as she smiled.

Y/N smiled with enthusiasm and even more excitement.

"Gramma, Im gonna turn 14 today! Im so excited! Dad's gonna teach me how to use a bow and arrow!" Y/N said as they turned their head to their dad's bow and arrow.

"Heh, my child, just do not use it for the bad. Use it for the good, hm?" Ms. Mundy asked the excited child.

Y/N responded with a nod, recieving a head pat from Ms. Mundy.

"Now, I will go bake a cake for the birthday boy/girl!" Ms. Mundy said as she walked towards the kitchen.

Y/N then ran off to find their grandfather this time. The child ran outside looking for him.

"Gramps? Grampy?" Y/N called. Y/N decided to search the fields.

Just as Y/N was about to give up, Mr. Mundy scared them.

"Boo!" He boomed.

Y/N couldnt help but yelp and giggle after.

"Grampy! You scared me! Its my 14th birthday! You cant do that to me." Y/N giggled.

"Hehe! I know bithday kid." Mr. Mundy said as he gave his grandkid a headpat, until Y/N hugged him,, but Y/N smile turned into a frown.

"Do you think dad's gonna make it?" Y/N asked sadly. "Like, my last birthday. Gramps, I know he is always busy and that he does love me, but sometimes I want him to stay here."

Now it was Mr. Mundy's turn to frown.

"Yes, I know. Your father has- ... A stressful job sweetie. Though I believe he wouldnt miss this for the world." Mr. Mundy assured the sad little child.

Y/N smiled at his reassurance.

"Lets go decorate! I want this birthday to be the most special!" Y/N cheered as they grabbed their grandfather's hand and dragged him towards the red house.

••••

(Short timeskip)

The living room was decorated for Y/N's birthday. Y/N didnt really like having friends over, its harder and longer to clean up.

It was 6:30 PM. Just right after dinner.

The saddest news was that Y/N's father has not come home yet. Though, Y/N waited.

They didnt even wanna blow out the candles. They wanted to wait.

"Y/N, just blow the candles. Its your 14th birthday!" Y/N's Grandfather said, holding his slight annoyed look.

"No! Dad isnt home yet and I refuse to let him miss out anymore!" Y/N argued, pouting and crossing their arms.

"He wont miss anything! Look, I'll take a picture! Your father would still be delighted." Ms. Mundy said softly as she held a camera in her hands.

"Still no, gramma. I want him to physically be here!" Y/N said as they held their breath so they wouldnt accidentally blow the candles.

Ms. Mundy and Mr. Mundy looked at each other, defeated. Y/N was very stubborn, though they loved their father not to miss their birthday.

Soon, both Ms. Mundy and Mr. Mundy cleaned the table up but left the cake on the table for Y/N to still have a chance to make a wish or not.

7:00 PM

The clock read. Y/N became a little bit bored and folded their hands on the table. Y/N sighed and waited as time went by.

7:30 PM

No sign. Ms. Mundy decided to wait with little Y/N and Y/N offered a slice but never wanted to blow the candle's fire.

8:30 PM

Still no sign. Y/N was pacing around the room and Mr. Mundy tried to calm them down but failed.

9:30 PM

No... Sign..

By this time, Y/N offered their grandparents to sleep already and that they could take care of themselves.

10:30 PM

There was still no sign. Y/N was getting sleepy but laid on the couch and decided to watch some toons as they waited.

11:00 PM

Y/N almost fell asleep but was awaken by a loud noise from the outside. They got up excited but just saw a car run by, apparently the car just honked. Bored, they went back to watching toons as the cake was still on the table. Candle was close to being burnt out.

11:58 PM

Y/N stared at their cake, the fire now barely alive. Just a little sparkle left.

Y/N sighed.

"He's not coming" Y/N muttered sadly as they blew out the candle.

"Happy Birthday" Y/N whispered to themself as they took a slice.

••••

After a bit, Y/N washed their plate and brushed their teeth. They were about to go upstairs and sleep.

The front doorknob fumbled to which Y/N stopped with surprise.

It revealed a man with a hat and orange glass. He also wore a brown vest on top of his red shirt. A sniper rifle on his back.

"Y/N?" He said.

"Oh! Dad! Hi.." Y/N smiled. Glad that their father was finally here but sad he missed everything else.

"Im so sorry, kiddo. Work's stressful and moi boss wanted me an' moi co-workers to do some extra jobs." Mundy explained as he quickly went to his child and hugged them.

"Im so so sorry" He said sadly while he patted their child's back.

"I-Its okay, Dad. Really. I know that its stressful. I saved you a slice" Y/N said as they hugged their father back.

"Thank ya, kiddo. Ill teach ya how tah shoot a bow and arrow, jus as I promised." Mundy grinned.

Y/N smiled at their father.

Mundy was just late, how could things get worse?

••••

(Few months later)

Mr. Mundy and Ms. Mundy had passed away recently, leaving Mundy and Y/N alone in the red house.

Y/N was miserable. Crying from the death of their grandparents. But Y/N always remembered that they are now in a better place.

Mundy comforted his kid, all the time. Now especially that he had a very long break from his job. Though he was not the same anymore after finding out that he was adopted and his real parents may not have wanted him.

Sniper sighed in frustration and sadness as he placed his head on his hands holding the adoption papers and multiple newspapers. He was trying to find out where he came from and who his birth parents are.

Y/N, his kid, walked down th stairs and looked at their father sadly.

"Dad?" Y/N started "Are.. You alright?" They finished.

"Oh uh, Y/N. Yeah. Ah am. Jus' tryin to fiond something out, Kiddo." Sniper replied.

Y/N showed a frown, knowing that he was lying but never said anything.

"Can we.. Visit Mom's grave?" Y/N muttered and fumbled with their fingers nervously.

Sniper was soon broken from his thoughts and frowned.

Sniper sighed. "You go on ahead, Kiddo. Im quite busy"

Y/N tried to keep the tears in now.

'You always are' Y/N said but never over her breath.

Y/N got out of the house. They walked and walked towards a part of the field with gravestones, one of them had a name; M/N (Mother's Name) engraved on it.

They sat alone. No words spoken.

••••

(6 Months later)

Y/N barely talked anymore. They mostly tried to keep their Dad better.

Y/N never said much to their father anymore but never backed away from a hug. If Sniper even gave that often.

The child also realized how fucked up their relationship was with their dad. It wasnt like volcanic bad but it was still quite bad.

But something would happen today which will make Y/N perk up... In fear, confusion and even a little traumatic for the poor child.

Right now Y/N was laying on their bed, staring at the ceiling fan. That was when their dad, Mundy/Sniper (but you knew that..) opened their door.

"Dad has some guests so stay silent. Okay?" Sniper said softly.

Y/N had their head up and nodded.

Sniper closed the door again and Y/N stared at the ceiling fan.

"Visitors? We never had any before.." Y/N muttered to themself.

Y/N got up from their bed and opened the door.

They peaked out from just the small corner from the staircase, the darkness covering Y/N.

There they saw two people walk inside and Y/N placed hands on their mouth so they wouldnt breath too loudly.

The two were talking about Y/N's father. One of them complaining that Sniper isnt here and that they should leave.

Y/N never knew why they called their father 'Sniper' isnt that just a gun?

What caught Y/N's attention again was that their father jumped one of them and injected something in the victim's neck.

Y/N couldnt do anything. The poor child was scared and struggled to breath. Though they kept their hands on their mouth still.

After a bit Y/N looked back down to see both victims tied to a chair. A woman and a man.

From downstairs, Sniper huffed and wiped his sweat. He then went for the stairs which alerted Y/N and quickly but silently retreat to their room again.

Y/N quickly laid on their bed, heart thumping in their ears.

Sniper then opened the door.

"Hey, Kiddo? Jus' stay quiet for dad for a lil' whoile longah, kay?" He murmured and closed the door again, suspecting nothing.

Y/N then panted from fear and confusion.

Poor Y/N was so confused of what just happened. They processed and processed but never got anywhere far.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, Y/N believed it was safe to look downstairs again.

Y/N repeated what they did before and peaked downstairs with thei hands covering their mouth.

At the moment, the woman was awake and kept spitting at the other victim to which he woke up with anger.

"Bloodeh hell, Girl! Are you spittin on meh!?" The male victim said angrily.

"YES! Ive been waking you up for ten minutes!" The girl replied.

"YOUVE BEEN SPITTIN AT MEH FOR 10 MINUTES!?" He yelled.

"Demo" The girl started.

'Demo?' Y/N thought.

"Im tied up and Im worried and Im very thirsty." The girl complained.

The small conversation went on for a bit. Then 'Demo' tried to figure out an escape plan. Not until Sniper inserted another injection in 'Demo' again.

Y/N, shaken with fear, was too scared to continue and immediately went to their room.

"Dad's crazy, Mum." Y/N said, praying to their mom and started packing. Thinking that they wouldnt last long.

Y/N was now planning to run away, thinking it wasnt safe any longer here.

It took a bit for the bag to be filled. When it was finished, Y/N wiped their sweat.

Though they were not finished in time for they heared footsteps coming up the stairs.

In panic; Y/N threw the bag out their window and was about to go too. Not until the door opened.

"Y/N!" Y/N's dad, Mundy/Sniper said. "Were gonna go- what're ya doin?" He paused.

Y/N then improvised, badly.

"Eheh.. Heyyyy.... Dad. Just... Getting some air, you know me" Y/N said pretending like they werent just about to leave.

"Oh uh, okay." Sniper shrugged. "Anyway, were gonna see my birthparents! Or... Your... Real... Grandparents.." He said trailing off in the end.

"What about the.. 'guests'?" Y/N asked suspiciously.

"Oh! They are takin us there!" Sniper said excitedly.

Y/N had their mouth shut now.

"Eheh... So uh. Funny story-" They tried to explain.

"No toime, Kiddo! Lessgo!" He said and carried Y/N down rhe stairs.

Y/N sat in silence, confused.

••••

(Timeskip)

Y/N POV

There we were. In this 'place'... Meeting my real grandparents for the first time. Some of them were concerned that my dad 'actually had a kid'. Weird.

Dad was more excited than me, I bet. This is probably the longest conversation Ive had with him for months. Im still willing to talk to him.

After he finishes explaining why the heck did he inject something into a man.

Now we have met my real grandparents.

I.. I dont think they are very thrilled to see me. They are.. Very ignorant and bland..

They were talking about Australium? Whats that? Nuclear source? Wha?

I was very confused at the moment so I fecided to look around and touch some things.

I found this ... Thing.. That had levers, buttons and a ton more.

"Woah.." I mutter in awe

Just as I was about to touch a button, a ruler slapped my hand.

I yelp in pain and hold my hand, trying to sooth the pain. I turned tp the person who slapped my hand with tears pricking my eyes.

"Dont. Touch." My real grandmother said.

"Im dealing with a child much of a husband. I dont need another." She scoffed and took another sip from her red drink.

I sucked on my lip trying to stop myself from crying.

Mean while what I didnt know was that my dad's having much worse.

My real grandmother then went back to whatever they were talking about and decided to not touch anything but wander around instead.

Still holding my hand and walking. Out of no where I heard someone yell and the ground rumbling.

I looked back to see a golden rocket ship fly out with my grandmother inside it.

People were visibly ashamed, confused and disappointed. One of them was that girl victim earlier, she was upset that the 'Administrator' was gonna kill her.

What was worse was that water started flowing in.

"Mom!" My father yelled.

I looked at him in shock. Dad then looked at me and immediately picked me up.

"You okay, kiddo?" He asked me with worry on his face.

I nodded at him, lying about my hand. I then hugged him, scared of whats happening.

I blocked out every noise and closed my eyes hoping that everything will be okay the next.

Dad put me down now and I held his arm.

"Wait, Wheres my dad?" He asked. He held my hand this time.

"He must be back at the lab, Sniper dont. If you go back you'll die!" The girl warned.

I look at dad with shock. I tugged his shirt.

"Dont go!" I pleaded.

"Its okay sweetie" He answered and looked back at the girl again.

"It dont matter. He's my dad" He replied to her.

"NO!" I yell and hold onto his arm tighter than ever.

He hushed me and looked at me, pain in the eyes behind his glasses.

"If Im not back in-" He tried to tell me and the others.

Someone cut him off telling Dad that grandpa was on the submarine. Now, IN the submarine.

I look up at the submarine which we came in and saw gramps in there. I had hope until he drove away.

My face fell. I was very dissapointed right now. I had so many other fellings, I just couldnt process them all at once.

"Dad.. I-I wanna cr-" I tried telling him that I wanted to cry and that I was confused until I was cut off by him.

"Wait, Its opening again!" He yelled.

I let go of his arm and looked at the door. The girl looked at me with sorrow and sorry in her eyes. She then allowed me to hug her hand which I accepted.

"He came back!" My father yelled. "He came back!" Dad repeated.

I smiled a little. Maybe they werent so bad? I looked at dad. He was so happy.

Dad then muttered something which I couldnt hear.

I looked back at the entrance and saw that it wasnt our ship.

The next thing I knew, Dad was shot two times.

••••

I heared ringing in my ears. Thats all I heard. I didnt know what I did. All I know was that I had my open and I pushed the lady away and was running towards my dad.

I couldnt control anything at this moment.

I felt true pain. Water came out my eyes, tears.

Sound then came back.

I was yelling and crying as I grabbed my dad's unconscious body and shook him.

"D-Dad? DAD! DAD!" I continued to yell.

People were talking. I couldnt hear them. All I heard was my sobs and cries. The water around my dad turned into blood.

Then 'Demo' picked my dad up and puting me behind him. I held my father's hand just incase but I was still in pain.

Demo looked at me with sorrow.

"Im so sorry lass." He said softly and quickly.

I looked at him with tears falling down my face and my hair all over my face. I held my dad's hand harder now.

"Dont die" I mutter softly.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: 3045 Words. Oorah

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ambivartence · 2 years ago

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INSTRUMENTS: i wish i could play an instrument :( i learned a little bit of piano n ukelele so i can at least read sheet music (uke/guitar tabs r still confusing to me) but i prefer to spend my time drawing :')

WHAT I’M WEARING: my pjs (free dropbox tshirt from college lol n sleep shorts)

DREAM JOB: "no job lmao." <- so real dreamy so real. "the platonic version of a trophy wife?" <- also real rumu <3 my roommate n i have actually been debating lately about which one of us needs to become rich so the other can be the platonic trophy wife lmao or let me be an idol makeup artist i want to do their pretty makeup i want to doll them up so bad !!!!

DREAM TRIP: taiwan / korea / japan / china (if it ever opens again 😭) also extremely niche but i really want to do the andean lakes crossing between argentina and chile near bariloche during the snowy season but idk if that would be too bitter cold to be enjoyable </3

FAVOURITE SONGS: rn it's villain by key & jeno and also doom du doom by p1harmony but all time is probably winter bear by v, side effects by skz, dream in a dream by ten, the truth untold by bts, cherry by ab6ix, zombie (eng ver) by day6, some by bol4

tagging (no obligation, sorry if u've already done thisss): @alrightyaphroditie @babytunninjadrac @decembermoonskz @efflorescing-mary @i-like-hockey-a-latte @lolacouldnotcareless @lvrli @myriad-of-colors @njaems @ofyoursilentreverie @peachjaem00 @pvddins-art @sulfurcosmos

#tag game #today was a four hour nap kinda day im so broken lmao

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dewykth · 4 years ago

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SWEET SEPTEMBER.

a @periminkle and @dewykth collaboration.

synopsis. for many, september symbolizes new beginnings. but for namjoon, this month never fails to send him back into the past. though this time, something seems different.

pairing. kim namjoon | female reader contains. fluff, angst, slice of life au, ballet instructor!reader, single dad!nj word count. 7.5k+ warnings. death mentions, mature audience

dae’s note. surprise !!! this fic is dedicated to my favourite virgo karla @guklvr !! happy birthday bae i hope you enjoy this lil thing me n vira whipped up for u!! (i stress wrote a lot of this ha.) also sry for lying & keeping you up but hopefully this makes u forgive me. but i hope ur day goes amazing ILYSM DUDE !!! <333 and a huge thank you to vira for hopping on board for this idea bc i cld not have done this without her !!! pls give her all the love !!!

vira’s note. KARLAAAA!!! i always gotta scream ur name it’s mandatory to start with a good scream ykno? bUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL 🥳 i already told u this too many times today but ILYSM !! like that full day without saying a single word to u felt so weird and i kept going into our chat and rereading our mssgs and wishing I was talking to u??? which is weird to admit?? but that literally how much i missed u idk how but im addicted to u so if you leave me I will literally die :))) aNYWAY have the bestestestest day ever and i hope u love the fic bc I ignored all my uni work to finish this !!! (also i feel reallyreallyreally bad about last night sO IM SORRY AGAIN BUT I HOPE THIS IS WORTH IT) 💖

Despite the papers carelessly stuffed into his leather briefcase, the dark coffee stain on his black slacks, and his unkempt locks resembling that of a bird’s nest, Namjoon’s become accustomed to the hectic nature of his mornings.

The kitchen table is practically buried under stacks of files, yet he brushes them aside to allow one corner of the glass surface to peek through. He plops the toddler in his arms onto a high chair before racing to the counter and sloppily pouring some honey nut cheerios into a small bowl, handing it off to his daughter.

“Daddy?” her voice squeaks, a patient smile stretching across her lips. Her brown strands are tied up into pigtails at the crown of her head with pink ribbons that flutter with the movement of her tiny head.

“Yes, angel?” He scurries around to their bedroom, peeling the stained fabric off his body and threading one leg through another pair of slacks fresh from the laundry.

With Namjoon’s focus pinned on checking off the mental to-do list in his head, he misses the gentle, reassuring smile that stretches across her rosy lips. The adoration for her father is clear in her gaze. “You forgot to pour the milk.”

At the reminder, he squawks and hops back to the kitchen on one foot as he maneuvers his other leg through the pant hole. Swinging the fridge door open, he grabs the carton and sloppily pours the milk into her bowl—white droplets leaping out with their newfound freedom and forming perfect domes on the glass tabletop.

Cleaning the mess falls to the bottom of his priorities at the moment, and so he speeds off to the bathroom to ensure that his appearance is presentable for work while Dasom reaches over to pluck a tissue from the box, swiping the milky beads away before diving into her breakfast. She shoves as many cheerios into her small mouth as she can, rushing because she refuses to finish her meal in the car with their wild driver behind the wheel.

Despite her mere four years of age, she knows from experience that a bowl of cereal and a shaky vehicle is a recipe for disaster.

Namjoon races over to his briefcase with most of his hair sleeked back, only the locks of his bangs hanging out to frame his forehead. As he slips his dark blazer on to complete his form-fitting suit, Dasom scoops the last few brown rings into her mouth and slurps the remainder of the liquid.

“Did you finish your milk?” he questions while cramming the edges of the loose leaves that peek past the seam of his briefcase, hurriedly zipping it up and turning to face her.

Dasom flips the edge of the bowl up to display its empty contents, gulping the last of her breakfast down her throat. As per routine, she scans her father for any inconsistencies in his attire, landing on his odd fitting bottoms.

“Daddy, your pants are on backwards.”

His eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, glancing down to affirm that the pockets at his sides are no longer at the front of his hips. Hastily, he shimmies out of his slacks once more and twists the fabric around to the proper orientation.

Dasom hops off her chair, her bowl and wet kleenex in hand as she waddles over to the sink and waits for him to deposit the dirty dish into the sink and the sullied tissue into the trash. Although her short arms couldn’t reach over the countertop just yet, she’ll diligently drink every last drop of her milk in hopes of growing tall enough to take some of the load off of her father’s back.

He hoists Dasom up at the sight of the red car pulling up to the driveway, squeezing into the back seat. Namjoon doesn’t have to tell the driver to book it, as the calm man in front has learned to keep his foot pressed on the pedal. The car weaves through the morning traffic with concerning speed, snaking through the other vehicles littering the road as if they were no more than stationary pylons, simply there for practice.

Dasom remains on her father’s lap with his arms looped protectively around the seatbelt over her torso. She sinks into his embrace, fiddling around with his long, slender fingers as she watches the blurs of colour speeding past the window.

“Did you put your ballet shoes into your backpack, angel?” Namjoon loosens his grip on her, unhooking one hand to rummage through his own briefcase in order to confirm that he had indeed slid his laptop within the chaos inside. To keep her entertained, he playfully extends his digits out of her reach.

“Of course!” she chirps, a wide grin revealing the gaps between her teeth. The pads of her fingertips brush against his palm and tickle the sensitive skin there when she realizes that her arms lack the length required to latch onto his hand. “I can’t wait for class, we’ve got a new teacher coming in today!”

Humming absentmindedly, he sighs in relief at the sight of the silver device and packs the crumpled papers back in. “What happened to Ms. Kim?”

“She’s teaching the older class now.” The pout on her lips can be heard within the muffled lilt of her voice when she continues, “I asked her to stay until my birthday next week b-but she didn’t.”

Namjoon’s breath hitches at the reminder, but attempts to compose himself for his daughter’s sake. “It’s out of her control, angel, plus she’ll probably swing by anyway.”

His mind starts to fog up with the emotions he thought he buried last year–they swarm his every thought and nibble away at his sanity. He knows better than to believe that they would ever disappear. September will always be an insurmountable month for him.

“I might be a bit late to pick you up later, just sit tight and wait for Daddy, okay?”

She eagerly nods in response, noticing the dull red bricks of her school coming into view. “Okay, bye Daddy!”

Namjoon unlocks the seatbelt, wistfully watching his toddler bounce out of his arms and onto the asphalt below. No matter how many times he drops her off, it’s always difficult to be separated from her bright smile, but he reminds himself that it’s all for her; it makes things a little easier to bear.

“Have a good day at school.” He reciprocates her frantic waving through the window, craning his neck to watch her adorable form become smaller and smaller with the increased distance. Her full cheeks and crinkled eyes are engraved into the back of his mind.

Before long, Namjoon finds himself rushing into his office after an earful from his surly boss about everything from the late hour to the long list of meetings scheduled to all the work he’s got piled up. With his lips pursed and his head bowed, he somehow manages to make it past another lively morning.

Namjoon has a habit of overthinking. He figures it’s normal when you have a stressful job and a four year old full of energy to balance all by yourself. Not that overthinking about his daughter does him any good, because that is far from the reality. If anything, it just makes him, what you’d call, a bit... overprotective (over worrisome if you asked Jin). But it’s something he can’t really help. Even when she had just entered his life, so small and so blissfully unaware of the awful and evil things in the world, all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms and shield her from it all as long as he could.

Though he’s very aware of the fact that it won’t be much longer, that won’t stop him from going over every single little thing that could go wrong in the meantime.

So, of course, when Namjoon’s asshole of a boss makes him stay two hours over his shift, all Namjoon can think about is Dasom. Is she okay? Has she eaten anything? Did she drink enough water today? She’s always dehydrated after her classes too. He usually calls Ms. Kim to check up on her, but his calls went straight to voicemail, which definitely wasn’t helping his hectic mind. Perhaps something had happened to her?

Oh god, maybe someone broke in and had injured Dasom?

The doors are thrown open, the sound of the doorknob hitting the wall reverberating through the room. The receptionist wearing her usual polka-dot dress jumps in her seat, eyes lifting from the intense scene on her phone to the entrance of the building. An unsure smile stretches across her ruby red lips at the familiar figure, though a bit disheveled and breathless. But before the customary ‘hello’ can even form on her tongue, the figure is rushing past her, leaving only a gust of air in his wake. The papers on her desk fall to the ground, and she sighs.

Namjoon is prepared to fight the (fictional) person who thinks breaking into a toddler ballet class is a good idea, but the scene in front of him once he pushes past the doors of the studio is one he is wholly unprepared for.

He sees Dasom first, and the relief that fills his body is indescribable. It’s far from the usual sight he’s greeted with when he picks her up late. She’s not sitting on one of the chairs in the far corner of the room. His heart doesn’t feel heavy, which comes with seeing his daughter so glum. This time it’s her laughter that greets him, not one provoked by him but by the figure standing in the middle of the room with her.

Dasom doesn’t seem to be aware of the presence of her dad yet, but the figure twirling her around turns, and her eyes land on Namjoon.

The reaction is immediate. The carefree smile that had been on your face slips off, a look of embarrassment and surprise overcoming your features. Namjoon only catches a glimpse, and somehow finds himself wishing that won’t be the last time he sees it. You let go of Dasom’s hand, quickly making your way to the stereo on the other side of the room. And that’s when-

“Daddy!”

Dasom wastes no time running into her father’s open arms, and Namjoon suddenly can’t remember why he was so worried in the first place. “Hi, angel.” he says, just loud enough for her to hear. She pulls back. “I’m so sorry for getting here so late. I promise i won’t do it again.”

But of course, Dasom holds nothing but forgiveness in her heart for her hard-working father. She does love teasing him, though. “Don't say sorry to me, say sorry to her.” she giggles, pointing behind her and Namjoon furrows his brow until he remembers they’re not the only ones in the room.

His eyes immediately move to where you stand awkwardly near the stereo, eyes moving around the room as if you hadn’t been watching the whole exchange. Namjoon sighs, realizing he definitely can’t avoid talking to you now. He stands straight, holding onto Dasom’s hand as he makes his way over to you. You only seem to grow more nervous as he nears, and Namjoon distantly recalls Jin telling him he came off as intimidating to most people. Something about his ‘beefy’ arms, in his own words. (“And that stupid and unfairly attractive face!”) He goes for a smile because it's not like he can control his physique.

“Hi, I’m so sorry about…”

Namjoon stops.

Maybe it was the overwhelming distress before, or the really shitty lighting of the studio, but he hadn’t realized how pretty you were before. But now he’s standing right in front of you and he can’t seem to form a coherent thought. Pretty can’t be the right word. He realizes how creepy he probably looks, running in here like a madman and then downright staring at the (very beautiful) woman who looked after his daughter? Not cool, man.

You clear your throat, before extending a hand to him. “Hi, I’m ____, the new ballet instructor.”

Your voice sounds just like honey.

Namjoon stares at your hand dumbly, before the sound of Dasom snickering (very discreetly) behind him snaps him out of it. But instead of introducing himself, or apologizing, or just taking your fucking hand, he says-

“What happened to Ms. Kim?”

He mentally face-palms.

Not. Cool. Man.

Your face falls, and Namjoon has never wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole more than he does now. “Uh, she’s instructing the teen class now.” you chuckle awkwardly, dropping your hand.

“Oh-”

“Daaaad,” Dasom's voice sounds annoyed, and perhaps it’s a bit silly of Namjoon to feel like he’s being scolded, but that is exactly how he feels right now. “I told you this. In the morning. Remember?”

He doesn’t. “Ah, right of course,” Namjoon scratches the back of his neck. It wasn’t like he meant to forget, he had just been too busy thinking about the other things every September would bring. “Sorry, I’m Kim Namjoon. Dasom’s dad.”

This time he offers his hand, and he thanks the skies above that you don’t seem to hate him because you fit your hand against his. Warm, like honey. How long had it been since he last made a fool of himself in front of a pretty girl?

Too long.

“I’m terribly sorry for arriving so late it’s just that my boss, who’s a huge-” Namjoon glances at Dasom, who is now in her own world, singing some song she learned in school, “jerk, decided to assign these reports last minute and the printer would just not work and then traffic hour-”

Your hand comes up to cover your mouth, but Namjoon can see the amusement bubbling in your eyes. He flushes a deep red, eyes falling to the floor, realizing he started ranting.

“It’s okay. Really.”

When he looks back up, there’s a smile on your face. Not like the one before, this one was more reserved, but genuine, reassuring. And just like that, he’s sure you don’t hate him.

Namjoon’s not sure he likes this feeling though.

“Straighten your arms out, girls!” you belt over the classical music that floods the studio’s walls, scanning your army of toddlers in tutus whose arms immediately tense at your command. Making your way through the row, you poke and prod everywhere from their shoulders to their ankles. “Arch your back more, Somin.”

Their muscles violently tremble in response to the strenuous routine you’ve introduced, facial features scrunched in concentration and a resolute will to uphold their positions despite the hyperextension of their limbs. A mix of pity and pride swells in your chest at their effort. “Keep your chins up, the annual recital is only a couple of days away.”

Cheers erupt throughout the small room, disrupting the focus and spoiling their perfect form, yet you refuse to quiet excitement because of the renewed vigour buzzing throughout the room. The next hour depletes all of their built-up energy with demi-piles, pirouettes and sautés.

A glance at the analog clock in the corner informs you of the five minutes remaining before the end of class, so you pause the speakers and instruct the girls to stretch themselves out as they wait for their guardians to trickle in. They collectively sigh in relief before dropping to the floor like flies.

You snort at their dramatics with an amused smile playing at your lips. “I said to stretch, not to lay down and nap.”

“Can’t we nap and stretch at the same time?”

Strolling over to the source of the voice, you cluck your tongue at her limp form sprawled across the wooden floor and cross your arms, struggling to keep your giggles from breaking your angered facade. “And how do you suppose we do that, little Miss Dasom?”

She flashes her toothless grin up at you. “Like this!” With one leg bent over the other and her hands looping around to hold her twisted limbs to her torso, she shuts her eyes and exaggerates her snores.

At this point, it’s nearly impossible to withhold your snickers, and the rest of the class joins in your laughter. You pick up on Dasom’s tinkling giggles between each of her heavy breaths. The lighthearted jokes continue as kids are signed out with bright grins on each of their faces.

You wait for the rest of the toddlers to file out one by one, waving goodbye and checking them off your list until, as usual, Dasom is the only toddler left. Her tiny feet still clad in her faded ballet shoes waddle up to you, tugging on your blouse.

“Your pirouette was a bit wobbly today, do you want to go over—”

“‘M tired,” she interrupts, slouching her shoulders with an adorable frown marring her lips. Her exhaustion is justified, since the routine is rather exhausting, and with their recital right around the corner, you worked them to the bone today.

The odd timing of the switch between you and Ms. Kim left you with a little under a week to tweak and perfect their current choreography. A sloppy routine is not the way you want to present your skills to their parents for the first time, thus you were stricter with the kids than normal.

Your sympathy wins out, and so you gather Dasom’s lithe figure into your arms as you head to the closest wall. With your back supported, you spread out your legs and place her in your lap.

“My birthday is this Thursday.”

“Mhm,” you hum, bobbing your head to signal for her to continue her train of thought.

Her back faces you, but when her head tips down to stare at her hands, you know she’s contemplating her words carefully. Rather than encouraging her to speak freely, you wait for her to feel comfortable enough to reveal her thoughts; and surely enough, her shell cracks open just enough for you to peep through. “Do you wanna come?”

“I would be honoured.” A giddy smile splits across your lips. “Is Daddy picking you up again today?”

She flips around in your hold, wrapping her arms around your waist and snuggling her head to your chest. Her words are muffled into the fabric of your thin shirt, but her tone indicates her affirmation.

Suddenly self-conscious of your heartbeat—that Dasom can definitely hear with her ear pressed up against you—picking up pace at the mention of her father, you suppress your thoughts with a guilty conscience. You internally chide yourself for harbouring feelings for the charming, taken, man, defying arguably one of the most important fundamental rules of becoming an instructor.

Do not develop silly crushes on your student’s parents.

“Ms. ____?” her faint question snaps you out of your reverie, attention brought back to the present moment. While preoccupied, your hand took on a mind of its own, gingerly patting the space between the little girl’s shoulder blades at a slow rhythm.

She gazes up at you when you halt your rhythmic movements, sharp eyes boring into yours. “Are you gonna ask Daddy to come see me dance?”

The edges of your lips flip up in what you hope to be an encouraging smile as you nod your head. Subconsciously, you begin to stress over another encounter with Namjoon, formulating a script to hopefully avoid the stiff, tense atmosphere that lingered throughout all your previous interactions.

“Daddy’s always really busy,” she slurs, drowsiness coating her words and weighing down on her lids. Grumbling under her breath about her numb legs, Dasom crawls onto the floor beside you with her head resting on your thigh. “He’s always working hard for me.”

Your eyes soften at the fetal position she’s taken up on the ground; not only was Dasom lucky to have such a dedicated father, but Namjoon was also blessed with a caring daughter. “You don’t think he can make it?”

“It’s okay,” she whispers and you have to crane your ears to listen. You stroke the strands littering her forehead, gingerly caressing the crown of her head. “It’s okay if Daddy can’t come. I know him, he’s trying to do it all because Mommy’s not with us anymore, but it’s okay. I still love him even if I can’t see him lots.”

A knot forms between your eyebrows, a bittersweet ache forming within the creases of your heart. The painful constriction of your chest ebbs and flows with your shallow breaths that can’t seem to make it past your throat. You bite your lip to subdue the plentiful liquid gathering at your waterline.

No more than a croak escapes your lips before the door to the studio flies open, meeting the adjacent wall with a bang!

“I’m so sorry, my meeting ran late and I couldn’t—” the rest of his speech gets stuck in his windpipe at the sight of you, eyes rimmed red and sniffling, with Dasom, ostensibly dead asleep, on your thigh. “Did she…?”

You blink away your incoming tears, although your dignity has been completely thrown out the window, seeing as he believes that his four-year-old kid made a grown woman, who just so happens to be her ballet teacher, bawl her eyes out.

As you go to gently shake Dasom awake, she sluggishly lifts her head off of your lap and starts to scale your torso like a koala on a tree. Your confusion is vocalized through the high-pitched hum in your throat, but your efforts to pry off her limbs, tightly wound around the small of your waist, are futile.

“Uh, Dasom? It’s time to go home now, angel.” Despite his firm words, Namjoon’s tone is unsure and shaky; he can feel cold sweat build up in the lines of his palms. He knows his daughter, and she can be periodically stubborn and insistent the way children are at her age, thus even as you come to stand, she’s stuck to you like glue. “Would you, uh, did you need a ride?”

You mimic the sheepish smile on his face, hoping the flaming blush you feel on your cheeks isn’t as visible as it seems. “Sure.”

With Dasom latched onto you, both of you make your way to the red car outside after you lock up the studio. Namjoon courteously opens the car door for you, what with your arms supporting his clingy toddler; although, with the brute force he uses, you worry for the state of the hinges. Thankfully, they stay intact and he’s able to slip into the backseat after you.

Before an awkward silence can settle, you clear your throat and prepare to ask him about his day, but you’re interjected by Namjoon’s sudden stammering, “D-driving’s such a hassle for me so Jin drives us everywhere. Jin knows how to drive though, so, don’t worry.” He finishes with a deep chuckle that dies off nearly as quickly as it began. Oh, that’s unexpected.

“You don’t to drive yourself?” Rather than being processed in your brain and logically thought through, the question immediately enters your mouth without any prior scanning for dumbass-content. You instantly regret it, feeling as though it’s much too invasive. “You don’t have to answer that, I—”

The hearty laughter that meets your ears is “No, I do. Sometimes. But its easier raising this one like this.” His tone turns sweet at the mention of Dasom as he reaches over to pat her head, and you’re overcome with an intense desire to prod more into his personal life. Why does he have to work so much? Which shirt in his closet is his favourite? How does he like his eggs in the morning?

“I’m not sure if you already knew about the annual recital on Saturday, but Dasom’s been practicing really hard for weeks and the kids are all really talented, so it would definitely be worth your time...”

As he’s gazing at his daughter, galaxies of devotion and longing swirl within his cocoa irises. The cool light of the moon shines through the windows of the car, illuminating his sharp jawline and strong brows. You’re absolutely mesmerized by the sight in front of you. “You must be really busy, huh?”

“More than I’d like to be.”

You rip your entranced gaze away from Namjoon, willing yourself to steady your frantic breaths.

The remainder of the ride still drips with awkward tension, although with a definite lighter tone than before. Jin pulls up to your apartment with your direction and you dislodge a sleepy Dasom from your torso, which is much easier now that her limbs have gone slack with sleep. Handing her off to Namjoon, who practically engulfs her tiny form with his broad chest, you rush out of the vehicle with a quick, “See you!”

You slam the door closed before he can say anything, racing into the comfort of your home with your heart in your throat.

The last thing you had expected to do on a Thursday evening was to go to a birthday dinner. Thursdays are your days off, your in-days. The ones you spend lounging on your couch with a face mask and some wine. And yet, here you are.

When you received a text this morning, the last person you had expected it to be was Namjoon. Much less Namjoon asking you to come over for Dasom’s birthday. You weren’t going to say yes, hell, you had thought of downright ignoring it. It was weird, wasn’t it? But Dasom had quickly carved a toddler-shaped hole into your heart. Truly, you had said yes before the message was even typed out.

And so now you stare at the tall apartment building in front of you, definitely feeling more nervous than before. You knew that Namjoon had to be well-off to afford a weekday chauffeur, but damn did you not expect him to be this well-off.

It seemed today was the day to expect absolutely anything.

You enter the opulent building, signing in at the front desk before entering the large, mirrored elevator. The beating of your heart picks up the more floors you pass, and you can’t help but fidget with your appearance. Namjoon had said it would only be you three, which you guessed was supposed to calm your nerves but really, it did anything but that. The mere thought of eating dinner with Namjoon was nerve-wracking. But now you were about to eat dinner and enter his home; you had no fucking clue what you were getting yourself into.

The doors slide open, and you step into the hallway. A single door could be seen at the end of the hallway, so you quickly make your way over. You stop right in front, taking a deep breath in before pushing the doorbell. A beat, a crash, another beat, then-

The door swings open, and your breath catches in your throat.

Namjoon looks heavenly as always, but seeing him in clothes other than his usual black slacks makes your heart do a cartwheel. God, this is dangerous.

“Ms. ____!”

Before Namjoon can form a hello, Dasom is running past him and wrapping her small arms around your legs. “You came! See daddy! I told you she’d come.” her tongue pokes out of her mouth, aimed straight at her father and you stifle a laugh.

“Did he think I wouldn’t?” you ask, eyebrow arched as you glance at Namjoon, who seems to have a permanent pink hue on his face.

“He said you wouldn’t!”

“Oh, really? What else did he say?”

“He said I had to help him clean either way!”

“Alright, Dasom. That’s enough.” He says firmly, clearing his throat and trying to act as unaffected as possible. His eyes shift to meet yours. “Why don’t you come inside?”

As much as this day really sucked for Namjoon, today had been… different. Not all too much. Of course, getting up was the hardest part, but he had decided to make Dasom her favourite breakfast meal instead of her usual cereal. He had also made sure to get her all the toys she had been wanting, and planned their day out to do Dasom’s favourite things. Namjoon just wanted this day to be special for her. That was all he cared about.

But when Dasom had asked him to invite you, he had hesitated.

Dasom had never spent her birthdays with anyone else but Namjoon. Not that it was intentional, but Namjoon liked to have this day just for the both of them. Because that’s how it’s always been. He didn’t know what it was about you that made his daughter talk about you all the time. Or why she wanted to spend a birthday with you. But how could he deny her? And so, the text was sent.

And now, as Namjoon puts away the dishes while you sit on his couch, he realizes he hadn’t thought of her today. Not as much as the years before. Dinner had been so... nice. It felt nice to have someone else around. Namjoon loves Dasom, but he hadn’t realized how distant he had gotten from everything that had once seemed to be the centre of his life.

Namjoon closes the dishwasher, exiting the kitchen and making his way to the living room. He places the two glasses on the table before pouring the dark red liquid.

“I hope you like Merlot.”

“Oh, please. Anything’s fine.”

You take the wine glass, sending him a thank you before taking a drink. “So,” you lean back, “remind me how to play this again.”

“Ms.____ I told you. You have to take a block without knocking the tower over,” Dasom shows you by pushing a middle wooden block out, “then you have to place it on top, like this.'' She places the same block on top of the tower.

“Ah, right! I just need to make sure if I want to win.”

“You can’t! I’m the best!”

“Oh really? And what about you?” you turn, brow raised and eyes playful.

“Pshh,” he scoffs, leaning forward. “Who do you think she takes after?”

He doesn’t think he’s ever lost a game so quickly.

Namjoon watches as you close Dasom’s door quietly from the hallway before you make your way back to the family room. “She’s out like a light. I guess all that tower building got to her.”

Namjoon snorts. He feels oddly disappointed as he watches you gather your things to go. Was it weird that he wanted you to stay? “Do you need me to get you a ride? I can call Jin to drive you home.”

“No, it’s fine! Really! I already ordered an Uber anyway.” You grab your coat near the door. Before Namjoon can unlock the door, you touch his shoulder. “Listen, thank you for inviting me today. I know you probably wanted to spend this day together instead, but I... “ you inhale, because you aren’t sure of what you want to actually say “thank you.”

Would it be weird to say how much better you made today? Probably. “You don’t… have to thank me. I think I should be the one doing the thanking. I really wanted this day to be special for Dasom and you… you definitely helped. So, thank you.”

The door opens, and the light of the hallway fills his dim flat. “Guess we’re even then.” you smile before turning, making your way to the elevator. Namjoon shuts the door once the sight of you is gone, but the smile on his face remains

“Guess we are.” he whispers wistfully

Perhaps stopping at a flower vendor when you’re already running late was a bad idea, but Namjoon wasn’t thinking about time. He had seen the bouquet of flowers and imagined the huge smile that would stretch across Dasom’s face, and that was all he needed to swerve into the left lane.

Now, though, as he anxiously watches the cars in front of him move a foot forward after thirty minutes, he’s sure he should have just left the fucking flowers alone.

Namjoon doesn’t know how long he’s been shifting his eyes from the traffic to the watch ticking around his wrist, but by a miracle, the cars start moving. Slowly, then he’s speeding down the highway, praying to the skies above he’ll make it in time. Even if he arrives in the midst of the dance, he can’t miss this recital. He won’t.

He sighs in relief when he sees the familiar glass building, though it’s cut short when he sees the parking lot. No available place in sight. Fuck. Namjoon is sure he looks insane right now, swerving around the parking lot in search for an empty spot, or really just any fucking spot that looks like it could fit his monster of a car.

Then the clouds seem to open up, and right near the entrance is a vacant spot. Namjoon swears his mouth almost waters at the sight. Quickly speeding around the lot, he parks, but not before flipping off the angry parent who tries to beat him to it. Namjoon exits his car, quickly grabbing his coat and the large bouquets of flowers from the backseat. He runs to the entrance, practically throwing the shriveled paper at the ticket clerk.

Namjoon slows as he nears the theatre doors, taking a deep breath before calmly opening it. He had completely forgotten to book seats in advance, so he’s not surprised to see the velvet seats filled to the brim. When he looks to the stage, he’s relieved to see that there’s still time until Dasom comes on.

Now, Namjoon knows he’s not the most… balanced person. It’s common knowledge that he trips over his feet and knocks things over sometimes. (Oh, but definitely more than the average person.) Now, if you were to ask Namjoon if he pays attention to his surroundings, he'd say yes.

But if you were to ask Namjoon what he tripped over, he wouldn’t know. It doesn’t matter, because now there’s a furious mother with a horrendous bob cut glaring at him, and what he thinks to be a broken camcorder on the floor. The only thing he can manage is an awkward smile and an even more awkward apology. Namjoon offers to give her the cost for repairs, hell, even offers to buy her a new one. The woman snatches the bills from his hands but she doesn’t go back to minding her business like he thought she would. No, instead she starts to argue with him, in the middle of her child’s recital, no less!

Namjoon can’t do anything but stare at her as she blabbers on about how horrible he is for throwing her camcorder on the floor. (Not like it had much life left, that thing looked like it was from 2007.) She’s damn near spitting on his face, and causing other parents to turn around and glare at them. As if it was his fault. Who knew she had such an attachment to the damn thing!

A hand lands on his shoulder, and for a second he’s sure it’s security ready to escort him out of the building. But when he turns, he’s surprised to see it’s you. Like an angel had ascended from the clouds to save Namjoon from the wrath of a ballet mom. And just like that, you’re leading him away, taking a seat two rows before the stage. Namjoon’s eyes widen at the sight of the empty seat beside you.

It’s that feeling again, and Namjoon’s palms start to get sweaty as he takes a seat. “Jesus, thank you for that,” he whispers, relishing your quiet laughter that follows.

“Of course. She was probably a blink away from going full-blown Karen on you.” you tease.

“Oh, and that wasn’t?”

“Oh, Joon, you haven’t seen how angry ballet moms can get.” you both laugh, huddled together as if you’re sharing a special secret. It seems so natural. As if this is where he’s supposed to be. So much that Namjoon almost doesn’t catch the nickname, but how could he miss it when you say it just like she used to?

The stage lights darken, and Namjoon is grateful for the excuse to look elsewhere. He’s sure if he would have stared at you for just a bit longer, he would have done something completely and utterly stupid. “This is her.” you whisper, and Namjoon buries the thought away.

A blue hue shines across the stage before the soft melody begins to play, filling the room with the sounds of strings and keys. One by one, tiny swans begin to come into view, prancing around the stage. Namjoon catches sight of Dasom, looking adorable in her white tutu and he can’t help the proud smile that makes its way onto his face. He watches with adoration as she does her pirouettes, and maybe there’s some water overflowing in his eyes as they finish their dance, bowing towards the audience.

You both stand, clapping and cheering the loudest, uncaring of the stares from the snobby rich parents because you’re both too damn proud of Dasom to care. For a moment, Namjoon pretends that it’s different, simpler. That it’s not only his child on stage but yours. Ours. He thinks he likes the sound of that too much.

Once the show ends, you lead Namjoon backstage where the buzz of dozens of girls talking fills the air. You tell him that you need to check in on the other kids and disappear through a hallway. He spots Dasom quickly, or rather, she spots him.

“Daddy! You came!”

Namjoon lifts Dasom with his free arm, twirling her around before placing a big kiss on her forehead. Her giggles fill him with delight, and he doesn’t care that his cheeks hurt from how hard he’s been smiling. “Of course I came, angel. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He places her on the ground before he grabs the bouquet of sunflowers from his other arm. The sight of her favourite flower makes Dasom jump with joy. She takes the flowers, and Namjoon silently coos at how much smaller they make her look. Then she spots the other bouquet of flowers in his arm. She scrunches her brows together, about to ask who those are for before her eyes catch something behind Namjoon.

“Ms. ____!”

“Dasom!”

Dasom jumps into your arms, and you laugh at her enthusiasm. “You did so well! I’m so proud of that pirouette!” You twirl her around once her feet hit the ground, smiling as you watch her stumble slightly. Namjoon can’t help but smile too.

“Look what daddy got me, Ms. ____! Look!” Dasom lifts the flowers up, almost shoving them into your face.

“Wow, these are very beautiful, Dasom!”

“Look! He got you some too!” she giggles, and you look at her confusedly then at Namjoon. He sighs, looking pointedly at Dasom despite the cherry hue making its way across his cheeks. She giggles once again before running to her friends. “Dasom!” but it's futile.

If it weren’t for the consistent chatter, Namjoon’s sure there would be an agonizing silence to fill the space between you. You walk closer to him, looking down at your shoes bashfully. “Ah, these-” he takes the bouquet from his arm, “these are for you.”

You looked surprised to say the least. Eyes wide and glassy, your mouth falling ajar. “Wow, uh, really?” you ask, glancing up from the bouquet. He nods shyly.

Listen, he had only planned to buy Dasom her favourite flowers. But then he caught sight of these beautiful yellow roses, tips painted a light amber orange. Somehow they reminded him of you. And the way you had left him with his heart feeling lighter for the first time in years the other night. Maybe it was a way of saying thank you. He’ll admit, he didn’t think it all the way through, but the way you’re smiling at him right now makes him think it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

There’s a moment where it seems to just be you and him, despite the tons of parents and children running around. He’s only focused on you, and the way your eyes drop to his lips, if only for a millisecond. Namjoon wants to say it. God, he wants to say it so badly. “Listen I… I’ve been meaning to ask you,” his voice fades away as his eyes catch yours. Hopeful. Beautiful. Glimmering.

Just like hers.

“Do you, uh, need a ride home?”

And the bubble bursts.

You step away, looking at anything but him and he hates it. He despises it. He wants you to look at him like that again. He wants nothing more than to pull you back and kiss you senselessly, like his mind is screaming for him to do. But he can’t. He can’t do it for some fucking reason and he almost wants to cry in frustration because why can’t this just be easier? Why is it so hard to move on? You don’t deserve this. You deserve so much better than what he can offer you. And that thought keeps him still.

“Uh, sure.”

Quiet.

Say something, idiot! Tell her what you’ve been dying to say! Just fucking say it!

Namjoon hates himself for the next words that tumble out of his mouth.

“Let’s find Dasom.”

The drive to your house is just like it was before, except this time there’s no chatter to fill the emptiness. Dasom is sound asleep in the backseat. You've never seemed more distant than now, facing the window, body pressed against the door. You had almost begged to go in the back with Dasom, and Namjoon doesn’t know why he didn’t just let you.

How did it come to this? This wasn’t what he wanted. This night wasn’t supposed to go like this. Everything should have gone differently.

He doesn’t know how he’ll ever fix this. If things will go back to normal. If he completely ruined it. But he’s too afraid to ask. Too afraid to know.

Namjoon has never hated the quiet more.

The sight of your apartment complex fills him with dread. All he can think about is all he wants to say, all he should have said, all he wants to take back. God, Namjoon wishes he could take it back. If only there was a way to turn back the time. Why had he been so afraid to make a move? Why did it hurt so much? But he knows going back wouldn’t help. Not when he doesn’t know if he would have done it differently.

His car comes to a stop, and the doors unlock. He faintly catches the small thank you before the passenger door slams shut. Namjoon watches as you make your way up the pathway, feet moving briskly and it feels like he’s watching you walk away from him.

You’re shuffling through your bag, looking for your key. And fuck, is he really just going to this go? Is he that stubborn that he can’t see past himself? He can’t. He can’t let you go. Not like this.

Well do something, dumbass!

The door of his car is thrown open, and before he can overthink it-

“____!”

You still. You turn.

Namjoon shuts the door. He walks up the steps and stops a few feet away from you, but he feels like he’s miles away. You look up at him, questioning. Your eyes aren’t the same ones. Not like you looked at him before. Yet they’re still warm. Inviting. Namjoon is tongue-tied, and all those words he wanted to say are gone now.

“Are we… good?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

“I just…” he scratches the back of his neck. “That moment back at the recital. I… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” you say, simply. When he looks at you, he can’t tell what you’re feeling. You’ve blocked him off. “Namjoon, really. It’s fine.”

But is it really? He wants to ask. But he doesn’t. It’s quiet again, this time the sound of the wind rustling the browning leaves above filling the space. Still.

“I… god, I don’t know why this is so hard. Ever since, you know,” you don’t. “I… I didn’t think I'd ever get an opportunity to…” he inhales, unsure of what he wants to say first.

“I just feel like I ruined it so carelessly.”

You don’t say anything for a few moments. You only stare at him, really stare at him. Like you can see through his mirage, through the walls he’s spent so long building up. You’re taking it all, but there’s nothing he can take back from you.

“You didn’t.” you whisper it so quietly, Namjoon would have thought his mind had taken pity on him. But a smile slips onto your face. Unlike the other ones. It doesn’t fill him with joy. It doesn’t give him butterflies. This one hurts.

And he knows you’re telling the truth.

“This… It might take a while.”

The wind picks up. The leaves rustle. The cold, biting.

“That’s ok. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

Your lips are bittersweet on his tongue.

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pinkvhs · 5 years ago

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ok i made a post like this months back but it was like in bursts of read mores so here it is again all in one thing with some extra added stuff

i just,,,,want marvin to have depth and try to kinda connect things ya know

not really a theory just my random burst of thoughts™ im not a fic writer or a proper theorist its just my thoughts

Jameson & Marvin are both from the same time period, around 1920s. Jameson is a well known and beloved actor and Marvin is a magician. Both are childhood friends and have a brother like relationship. Jameson for his birthday on halloween has this extravagant party. People all over party it up almost Gatsby style with him. Marvin, despite loving an audience, isn't much for crowds but goes because JJ insisted he shows up and they do a seance with the guests as a fun trick. Even though Marvin doesn't really believe, he is a bit of a scaredy cat with the topic of ghosts. He agrees to do it but nothing happens, giving the guests a good giggle though. When the part is late and its just Marvin & JJ alone they try once again for fun. Conjuring up Anti. Marvin trying to fight back the demon but Anti flings him across the room like a ragdoll. Anti possessing JJ and making him slit his throat in front of Marvin's eyes. Marv once again lashing out trying to stop Anti and thus Anti sends Marvin into the future, completely fucked up with burns and new powers due to coming in contact with Anti.

When Marvin comes to the future, our reality so to speak, he is lost alone and afraid. Jackie, a mortal man but has a heart of gold, helps out people in any way he can. Marvin when teleported to the future was in the street taking everything in and was practically having a panic attack from it all. Noises, new surroundings, all just him looking around and things blurring together. Jackie running over to pull him out of the way of the street because all when things where phasing together with overload, a car was coming close to him with no signs of stopping. Jackie being super confused and concerned, asking if he is okay and Marvin just trying to get a grip on things. Jackie being careful with his words and willing to listen though. Eventually, Marvin answers his questions and Jackie helps him find a new place to live. The two of them become close friends over time and Marvin opens up to him about his magic, showing it off to him. Jackie getting excited cause he is like "DUDE YOURE A SUPER HERO!" But Marv is just confused as to what he means, cause how Jackie describes it, he is more of a villain with the harm he has done. But Jackie not seeing that at all.

Eventually, since Marvin is stuck in this reality, he gets a job once more as an entertainer. He needs to make money in order to stay where he is at and Jackie convinces him to do things he likes, and making people smile at his tricks was something he did enjoy. He becomes well known with his impossible magical acts and it for some time helped as a distraction to him. For once, he felt happy again. He was still trying to figure out a way to go back in time to save Jameson but this new job helped him explore his magic and also helped him feel happy again. Despite it all he was able to find some form of happiness in this hell thats his life. But, it would be short lived.

A fire incident, causing deaths to those in the show and injuries in the audience. The theater burning down all because of him, causing all the horrible feelings to rush back. Jackie trying to talk to him that maybe it wasn't his fault, he was getting such a hang on his magic that maybe it was something else, but its no use. Marvin teleports himself from the scene, making the news believe he too died in the fire. And to leave Jackie alone to worry and wonder what happened to his friend

He decides to live alone near the ocean, a place where his fire magic can't hurt anyone. Secluded from the world with no soul to worry about. Left alone to just focus on his powers and focus on finding that Demon once more. As years go by, he has grown use to the silence of it. The waves of the tides, providing for himself, living off of nature. Guilt consuming him for all the wrongs he has done that he can't undo. His mind screaming at him that he was the cause of so much pain. Doubting himself that things will ever change for the better. One night, as he walks on the shore. He spotted something in the distance, something washed on the shore. Thinking it was perhaps a beached animal like a dolphin, he rushes to the shadow in hopes to put it back into the water. But when he arrives with his lantern, he isn't greeted with any marine creature, but the body of a man. The body of Henrik. Still alive, still clinging onto life, after being thrown into the ocean like nothing from the top of a cliff after being possessed by Anti.

He runs home fast caring Henrik, using magic to slam the door shut behind them. His little home is protected with his magic just in case Anti ever did find his location. Despite him not knowing if it would ever be enough, some help would be better than none.He lays the man on his bed, grabbing nearby medical supplies he has created for himself. He places his hand onto Henrik's chest and sends tiny bolts of electricity to shock his heart. Getting Henrik's heart beating again, he wakes up. Hacking up blood mixed with sea water and his own spit. Sitting up confused as to where he was and to who this strange man was beside him. Only mumbling the words "jack" over and over as he looks past Marvin and tries to get out of the bed but ultimately fails. Marvin tries to calm him down but his voice is getting louder with terror now saying "jack, JACK! CHASE!" names that have no meaning to Marvin but wants to get answers out of but to more importantly calm this man down

Marvin calming Henrik down eventually and Henrik stays put in bed. Examining his neck and tattered clothes, messy hair, and blood over his body. Debating if he should use magic to heal him or not since he has healed but only on himself with flesh wounds, not on another person, let alone a person he just met. He reaches out towards Henrik's throat direction till Henrik quickly grabs his hand and twists it in a self defense reflex. He decides to give the medical supplies he has to the man and for him to fix himself up since he clearly doesn't want more help.

Henrik remains with Marvin for months, learning about each other. And, despite Henrik hating to see it and forced to believe it, seeing Marvin's magic at work and that even saving him. How magic and demons can even exist but apparently it does. They learn that they both caused the death of close friends, people that they miss and wish they could save. To turn back time and fix it all from ever happening.Henrik worried about his other friend, Chase, and how he is going to be without him. Marvin opening up and saying he is also worried how Jackie, his friend, is doing and is afraid if he left him for death since he isn't there to protect him. They both relate to their struggles and worries.

As Henrik heals after these months, he says that he should go back home. But Marvin, despite knowing solitude now doesn't want to lose him now. He knows that there is a demon causing harm and the last thing that needs to happen is him falling victim again. They fight and yell, Henrik saying that he is leaving if Marv likes it or not till Marv locks the door on him keeping him inside. He says that Henrik has no idea what he is up against with that Demon. How he got luck to be alive. But Henrik makes it known that its time for him to leave and fix what he caused. But, he offers Marvin to come with him. To destroy Anti and to fix this. But he can't Marvin is too afraid of it all still. He refuses to leave safety.He unlocks the door and lets Henrik leave. Teleporting him to his home. Fearful as to what will happen to him and hoping he didn't make another mistake

When Henrik is gone Marvin seems to basically go back to his old life but even more focused on working out time travel magic. He can do so much than he had before and being with Henrik and knowing Anti is near really made him begin to question himself. That maybe this isn't the way to do this alone. He thinks about Henrik and Jackie often. The names of the people Henrik talked about, the people Marv has hurt. He sets up a candle circle that night. He shuts his eyes, searching. For Jackie.

He sees him, alive and well, in his apartment. Marvs spirit manifesting into the room, not seen to Jackie. Debating if he should say anything to him but not knowing what to say. Happy to see Jackie alive but is afraid to show signs that he is there, that he is alive. He pauses in the room and looks over to Jackie's bed room door. He walks inside it through the walls. Still messy and chaotic as he remembers. He looks around and sees something though, a photo. The two of them Jackie took on his cell phone, showing off "new technology" as he called it to Marv. Printed out and framed sitting on a computer desk. He walks to it and picks it up, the apparition of the object becoming tangible to his invisible touch. He smiles a bit looking at it but is cut off hearing footsteps coming to the door. He looks at the photo and makes his movements known, placing the photo onto the bed. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, making that movement known and places it next to the frame. He vanishes from the scene before the footsteps reach the door.

Jackie opens up the door to be greeted with a moved photo. Confused since, despite him not being super tidy, makes sure not to move that. He walks over to it and sees the paper. Written on it says "I am alive. I am sorry, Jackie." He holds onto the paper with a shaky hand. He hangs his head down and slowly beings to laugh till he lets out a big chuckle. "That son of a bitch" Relieved, his friend is alright.

Henrik storms off to get back home. As he approaches his house steps a sensation runs through his body. Without Marvin’s protection, Henrik yet again falls victim to Anti. His body twisted and manipulated no matter how hard he tries to fight it. Anti taking control once more as Henrik yells out. Making him go back to Jack's house from his little vacation in order to kill Jack off once and for all. However when they arrive, someone else is there instead. A father, a friend.

Chase being so happy to see Henrik despite not being able to recognize him at first since its been so long, sobbing at the sight of seeing his friend. Hugging him and breaking down but also filled with anger because he thought Henrik was dead and that he was the only one around who could help Jack. He tells Henrik everything about Jack and how he has been doing this for so long. How Jack is alive and in a coma and even he couldn't believe it. “Henrik” stays with Chase in the house, saying that he doesn’t want Chase to "worry about Jack and that he will take care of it" in a monotone voice. Anti using Henrik’s body however starts to shine through more and more each passing day. Chase coming across body parts and Henrik catching him, stating that “you weren’t suppose to find that”. Making Chase fear for what is going on because even though he knew Henrik to be out there and erratic, to bring things like that into Jack’s home was causing him to be nauseous.

Anti continuing on to the point where he is fed up with using the doctor’s body, gaining more power and mobility for something new, and instead has an interest in using Chase’s. After all, he finds out that he is the one the millions of people are seeing now a days. The one that knows exactly where Jack is laying fast asleep. He once and for all discards Henrik’s body, exposing himself in his true form in the darkness of the house. A form that Chase eventually runs into one night in his house, alone, as red light fills a room. However, killing Chase would be too easy. Seeing him suffer so much, putting the poor man out of his misery would be too satisfactory for him. An endless loop of not being able to die and never knowing the whereabouts of one’s family, thinking all of this is just some sort of horrible game, is much more fitting.

Marvin, similar how he did with Jackie, reaches out to find Henrik. He misses him and is worried. He tries to find him but its all dark. He cant find him anywhere. Worried as he walks around the house no one is found. He does hear noises though and he thinks perhaps its him. He walks up the stairs to see a terrified man, yelling at an entity as to where his family is. The flickering flame of the lighter goes out and everything is quiet. Anti whispers into Marvin's ear words he cannot understand. He tries to teleport the terrified man out of there but can't, no matter how hard he tries he can't get the man to leave. He snaps back to his body and stumbles backwards, rushing to his feat and reading himself, hoping he didn't lead Anti to his home.

He panics, that was Anti. That was the demon. Henrik can't be found and he is worrying that things are only getting worse. The poor man scared out of his wits. He knows he has to do something but he's afraid, he knows he can't do this alone. With a heavy heart, he teleports Jackie to his house. Completely off guard he looks at Marv completely shocked. A rush of anger, relief, happiness, and confusion rush over him. Yelling at Marv for leaving him but him also being so happy to see Marv again. Marvin states that hes sorry and he knows that he shouldn't of done that but he was just too afraid at the time, that death was all his doing. And he didn't want to lose another friend. He begs Jackie to help him with something. He plans on attacking Anti. But he asks Jackie to stay behind and help the bodies he will bring in and himself, for he knows that all of this will be too much for him. Jackie agrees and stays behind in the safety of the home as Marvin teleports to the house

Marvin arriving to put a protection spell around him as he tries to find Henrik’s body once more. But no matter how hard he tries, he cannot locate him. He then focuses on Chase instead and finds him, he places a protection spell on him. He rushes over to him, curled up and afraid, saying that he is going to try to get him out of this. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a shadow. He once again sees Anti face to face. All these years away, he has had enough of this. He stands in front of Chase, facing forward to the entity. They talk back and forth, Anti toying with his emotions and mind in hopes to make him explode out of rage instead of being smart with his powers. But for the most part, Marvin remains silent because he doesn’t want to fall victim for his games, not again.

Anti glitching in and out of reality all around him, creating reality around them itself twist and morph at the scenes. He has finally had enough and Marvin focuses his energy to obliterate Anti, wanting to set him ablaze, cast him out to where he once came. Casting spell after spell, using so much as to what hes got. But all of this is draining on Marvin, for not only is he protecting himself, he is doing so with others. The energy within him is draining and he knows it. He has to either take the protection spell off of himself and face the fact that he won’t be able to beat Anti, or remove it slowly from the others and use it on him as long as he can because he knows he is the only one right now that can vanquish Anti.

So, he does what he sadly knows he has to do, and thats the second option. Slowly taking it away from the others. But he doesn’t want them to die but he knows they are only mortals with no powers, they can’t do anything to save themselves, he is the only one who can now. With all of his might, he tries to get Anti out of the building and away from all of everyone. But his magic is running thinner, he can’t do much more soon. He begins to take more and more hits and his mind begins to play tricks on him all because of Anti.

He collapses to the ground, head spinning and ears ringing. Trying to get a second wind, looking up his blurry vision sees Jameson standing above him. How Jamie looked before the incident. He almost half smiles to himself and shakes his head because he knows this is just a trick. He taunts Anti, knowing that Jameson is gone and that his tricks wont hurt him anymore.

That is, till Jameson kicks him in the face.

Marvin shocked and holding his face, to yet again be struck with another blow that was worse than before. Jameson reaching down to him and picking him up by the shirt, not saying a word, but the look on his face speaking a thousand words. Rage in his expression and deep hatred in his eyes. Jameson’s thoughts echoing in the white room that they are in. How Marvin caused this, how he left Jameson to die. How all he did was watch as he died, when he could of stopped Anti, as all of this happened. Marvin getting out of Jameson’s grasp and saying how he isn’t real, how Jameson isn’t real, that this trick has gone on long enough and it wont fool him any longer. The room cracking and Jameson smiles.

He walks over to Marvin and grabs Marvin’s hand to then place it on his neck. He looks him dead in the eyes as the room booms once again, “This is not a trick, old sport.”

Marvin stumbling backwards and backing away from him slowly but Anti glitches in behind him to hold him. The room continuing to echo with Jameson’s thoughts, he explains in a rather cheerful tone that Anti gave him life again. Well, not exactly, but it was either stay by his side or suffer alone. And lets face it, being alone is not his style, the beloved motion picture star. Watching Anti all these years and being by his side was oh so wonderful. Seeing millions of people grasping onto Anti alone? The thought of him too having that admiration was just too glorious for him to give up and just die. The joy of working with him and being able to go throughout timelines beside him was just too amazing for him to let go of. Sure, he had thoughts of stopping and helping Jack, maybe even for a short time use his actions to aid him, but that was foolish of him to do. Anti making that abundantly clear. Being loyal towards Anti has payed off for him thus far, after all, he was the one that kept him alive when someone who he thought was his friend couldn’t even do that.

Marvin begins to beg out in desperation that he does still care for him, how all of these years he tried so long to go back in time to save him. But Jameson doesn’t believe a word. He only believes what he has been shown from Anti and has been taught for so long. He plans on helping Anti end all of this. He trusts Anti.Marvin reluctantly and with a heavy heart having no choice but to fight his best friend along with the monster that caused all of this grief. But, despite all his best efforts, he cannot take on the both of them alone. He gets bloody, beaten, and slowly hanging onto his last chance at life. He knows he cannot beat them, and he also knows death is approaching him soon. Him regretting taking so long to figure out his powers. How he cannot even prefect things now to be able to save people let alone himself. His best friend, the one that he so desperately wanted to save, is now having this mind set that all of this is justified and fine as he gets hit by every single punch, kick, and stab.

He knows he doesn't have time left and he doesn't want to die yet. He uses his energy to give Chase some protection and vanishes as fast as he could out of there.

He comes home, beaten bloody and hardly breathing. Jackie rushing to Marv's side and holding him up, guiding him to the bed. Jackie talking him through this that everything will be okay. Trying not to get choked up at this sight as he rushes to close shelves of medicine and medical supplies that surly this would be enough to help some, that Marvin could have some energy left to heal himself. But Marvin lets out a weak call to Jackie's name and an open hand, just looking at him knowing that there is nothing they can do. Jackie trying not to cry as he goes back to Marv's side and holds his hand tightly.Marvin saying how he knew this was a dumb idea, how all of this was his own fault. But Jackie keeps denying it over and over. Marvin squeezing his hand, saying that "I might not of been best for these powers. All those super heroes you talk about are kind, caring, helpful. Thats not me Jackie. But you, you are that. You can handle these powers, better than I ever could. Please..Jackie. I know you can end all of this."

Jackie sobbing and holding Marvin's hand giving it a squeeze, kneeling down to be eye level with him on the bed side. Saying doubts that he could do it. But Marvin pleads one more, he doesn't want to die with these powers, he doesn't want to die and have no one be able to save people, to fix things. or worse, those powers falling into that already powerful demon Jackie shuts his eyes and nods his head yes. Marvin sending shocks of powerful burning energy into Jackie's body through his hand. Leaving his body cold and still.

Jackie opens his eyes to see Marvin's lifeless body. He holds him close, sobbing as he hugs onto him tightly, thunder rolling in loud and fast outside. Letting out a loud blood curdling scream, lightning strikes the ocean water outside as he calls out in agony over the loss of a dear friend.

His corpse lays inside the house, all alone. Jackie leaving his friend to rest with flowers, a clean home, and photo of them together being held in his hand. Tiny lights flickering in the quiet home. The fire goes out. Cold wind blows in and a dark shadow lures over Marvin's corpse. His eyes open up solid black. Marvin and Jameson are reunited once more, soul bound to the Demon they conjured.

#.txt #long post #if you read all of this.....i love you

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hitchfender · 6 years ago

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Hey sarah this is a bit out of the blue but I dont want to dump on my friends any more about it, it's making me feel guilty. Im early twenties and I still live with my, quite frankly, toxic parents. I'm in a spot where I cannot support myself to move out, I almost fully rely on them. It gets to the point sometimes where I don't want to be around all together. All things considered I'm coping okay, but since my birthday I've been thinking how abusive their language is and they talk down to me. 1

2 the more I think about it the more stomach turning it gets. Their love feels disingenuous. I don’t want to be around them anymore but I also dont have the option to leave. I was hoping you would have some sort of advice or just some words of comfort. I’m tired of being told I’m the problem, and that I need to grow up or being verbally abused when I make minor mistakes. Thank you for listening - :( anon

hi, lovely anon. i’m going to restate your points just for my own clarification:

1. your parents are verbally abusive and you can’t take it anymore.

2. you rely on your parents financially, and don’t know how to change this.

3. you feel scrutinised and trapped.

i’m really sorry that you’re in this situation - i know from experience how frustrating it can be not to be in charge of your own finances or personal life. here are a few tips, in no particular order. i hope some of them help.

if you are in school:

do whatever you can to minimise the amount of time you’re at home. take extra credits, start going to a gym, or join some clubs that will take up your time. (these will have the added benefits of helping you learn more, get healthier, and make some friends!) you might even be able to argue that your extracurriculars are keeping you out so late it would be wiser to stay at a friend’s house, or to start living in a dorm.

consider talking to an advisor about study abroad programs. there are often scholarships and loans available for them, and they’re educational experiences that can help you escape for a semester or even a full year.

if you aren’t in school:

start researching apartments on trulia, yelp, or craigslist - it doesn’t hurt to be informed, and it’ll help you to structure considered arguments when you broach the subject of moving out.

talk to friends about possibly rooming together, and apartment-hunt with them in your spare time. having roommates makes living away from home significantly cheaper.

get in touch with friends and relatives who might be willing to let you sleep over. even if it’s just for a short time, it’ll give you a taste of freedom, and might show your parents that you’re serious about wanting to leave.

getting along better with your parents (this sucks. i know.)

contribute as much as you can to living in your home, so your parents can’t say you’re freeloading. take out the trash, keep your space clean, maybe clean the bathroom without being asked sometimes. my hope is this will make the atmosphere less tense for all involved.

if fighting is an issue, try to address fights before they can start. make a plan to avoid sensitive topics, or find ways to derail those conversations.

lie when you have to. find ways to conceal anything you do that they disapprove of - wear modest clothes on top if you’re going to a club, or don’t tell them when you’re going on dates. a little misdirection is infinitely preferable to a lot of conflict.

conversely: be communicative. if you know you won’t be home for twelve hours, let them know beforehand so they can’t accuse you of being dishonest later.

make it clear that you’re considering moving out, and present this as a positive thing for them: you won’t be in their way anymore, you won’t be a strain on the budget, etc. if you spin it in a positive light, they might even be willing to help you plan.

work and money things

explain to your parents why you want to get a job: it’s good practice for the real world, you’ll be able to contribute at home, it’s a productive way to occupy your time. of course, you’re also ultimately planning to move out - whether they see that prospect as a positive or negative thing will affect the way you spin your job search.

take advantage of your local library! libraries are always looking for new employees or volunteers - working at one is a good resume-builder regardless of your chosen field, as well as a way to get out of the house. if you’re a paid employee, that’s another step closer to financial independence.

in school? if you’re in america, you might qualify for federal work-study hours. talk to your advisor about this - it’ll make it easier to find a job on campus.

build your resume! here’s a link with instructions and an example.

i’m a big fan of sites like indeed.com that suggest jobs in your area based on your abilities. sign up and scroll through - they’ll even send you emails when new opportunities arise.

if you don’t have a bank account that’s separate from your parents, you can easily open one. i recommend visiting your bank in person, rather than doing it online or over the phone, since it’s more secure and easier to ask questions.

once you have a steady income, budget yourself. open a savings account and be careful never to withdraw from it - you can make it so that a certain amount of your paycheck goes straight into that account, and it’ll grow on its own.

becoming independent is scary, but i promise you it’s worth it. like anything else, it’s a skill you have to learn, and small steps make a difference. i’m wishing you the best of luck!

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Gooood morning my little lamb!!~ I hope you had an amazing sleep cause you very much deserve some rest after that special day <33

It indeed is very close to a year of being married my moon!! And of course, don’t think there won’t be any plans because I certainly would love to celebrate our anniversary my sweets <333

oooooh there is honestly nothing more relaxing and appealing than somewhere cozy and comfortable which you can come back to!! In fact I could honestly see it having a blue themed paint job on the inside👀 <333 (and good thing you have nice neighbors because honestly I can’t measure a limit as to what good things you deserve my lovely)

Tears for the portfolio? Those are happy tears riiight my love? Because I really do mean it when I say that it’s an absolute honor to witness art which is just that stunning <333

About that actually, do you know when you will hear from this art school? Because I am very very much planning to bake something extra for you as a congratulations <3333

Now now for the next matter: the 2nd best day of my life (really close call compared to our wedding day🤞), which is YOUR BIRTHDAY my beloved moon <3 Not only do I have plans, but they are about to commence with a date to start off~ Don’t worry about the gifts! I will give them to you in the middle of these plans😁

I’ll see you in a bit my paradise💜💜💜

SCREAM ITS ALMOST BEEN A MONTH SINCE MY BIRTHDAY HAS PASSED BUT HELLO MY LOVE 😭😭😭😭 AS USUAL IM SORRY FOR REPLYING TO THIS SO LATE AGEJNDWODNEIDNS

ITS BEEN A LITTLE OVER A YEAR SINCE WE GOT MARRIED SO HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MY RAINCLOUD 🥹🫶 i really shouldve been more active to wish you on the day itself 😞

BUT ALSO YEA !!! the entire house is actually in calmer tones like beige, grey and white!! i really really like my new room and you know what they say about cluttered rooms and horrible mental health going hand in hand?? yea, it’s true 😒 THANKFULLY THOUGH!! now that we’re in this new house i feel much much more motivated to keep it clean and uncluttered 🫶

ALSO MY LOVE!!! HEAR YE HEAR YE I GOT FUCKING ACCEPTED!!! OKAY I MIGHT GO ON A LITTLE TANGENT ABOUT THIS BUT ITS JUST STILL KINDA UNREAL TO ME???? LIKE OKAY I *KNOW* THAT I COULDVE GOTTEN IN BUT THE FACT THAT I ACTUALLT DID IS SO……… ITS LIKE.. THAT MEGAMIND MEME WHERE HE SAID “I DIDNT MEAN TO DESTROY YOU. WELL, I DID MEAN TO, I JUST DIDNT THINK ITD WORK”. THATS ME. THAT HAS BEEN ME SINCE I GOT THE REAULTS AND IM ARGHEBHFBSJFBSFJNS SOBSOBSOB

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH MY HANDSOME!!! IM SO OUGHHHEHCJENDJNSDJSNX ☹️☹️☹️💓💓

#COULDNT HAVE DONE IT WITHIUT YOU FOR REALS #@ ring for moon !#miracle boy — 🌕

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soomlns-blog · 6 years ago

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hello ! i’m meg, i’m 19, use she/her pronouns and live in est. sorry this intro is mad late, i’ve come down with something but we’re going airplane tell you about soomin anyways !!! the fourth link on my blog is a stats tab, and it’s nearly finished so feel free to check that out --- and finally, you can read some more info on soomin under the cut ! if you’d like to plot, which i hope you do, feel free to im me or hmu on d*scord @ i want everyone to raw taemin#0420 ( don’t judge me ) !!!

KANG SOOMIN.

kang soomin came into the world in seoul in 1994. his father, kang dongsung, an heir to his own father’s well built business and his mother, guk soori, was nothing more than a karaoke hostess his father had met while getting drunk with friends. born to an unwed couple in korea in the 90′s, it was safe to say soomin’s early life wasn’t easy.

dongsung’s parents frowned upon the birth of a child out of wedlock, soomin’s grandfather wanted nothing to do with such a child. felt it was best hidden. dongsung didn’t often go against his father’s wishes. this time was no different, despite him having some feelings towards soori he told her he could have nothing to do with her any longer, and nothing to do with their child.

soori didn’t mind much. sure, she’d cared for dongsung, but she hadn’t exactly expected a man she’d met at the karaoke bar to be responsible for his child, let alone a kang. she knew she wasn’t going to end up his wife and be some high society mistress. thus she let it roll off her shoulders, and even knowing it’d be hard, she had her child on her own. that’s where soomin comes into the picture.

born guk soomin to a single mother, despite things being rough for them, he was a happy child. always bright, always smiling. his mother worked several jobs to keep food on the table, caring for not only her son but her sister who seemed incapable of doing so herself. when soomin did get to spend time with his mother, the normally happy child was even more so elated. he loved his mother more than anything else.

a kind, caring woman, she taught soomin to be giving. to be loving. to be respectful. she raised him until he was nearly nine years old, but life got in the way. or perhaps, that isn’t the right phrasing. death is what got in the way, after all. a few months before soomin’s ninth birthday, his aunt picked him from school. it was unusual to say the least. despite her mooching off of his mother, soomin hardly saw his aunt.

unfortunately, it wasn’t because she’d missed her dear nephew. she came bearing bad news --- news soomin didn’t think he’d ever have to hear. his mother was dead. soomin was too young to understand all the technicalities and the sciences behind her death, but he wasn’t too young to understand what had caused it. guk soori had worked herself to death. she’d done it for her family. for him.

soomin’s aunt was the only family he truly had left, but she wasn’t interested in raising a child. after all, she could hardly care for herself, let alone a nine year old with a broken heart. that’s how soomin ended up at the kang’s door. his father had since been married, and to a woman with a child. while soomin grew up with his mother alone, his father cared for someone else’s kid.

at the time, soomin didn’t quite grasp that. however, he did grasp that he was second to this child in every way. his father cared more for his step-child than his own flesh and blood. only taking soomin under his wing to prevent it being spread that his off-spring was put in the system. for soomin’s ninth birthday, he got a gift he’d never wanted. he became a kang.

soomin went from having nothing but a loving mother to having everything but. however, his education improved, his clothing, his warmth and he ate more as a kang than he ever had as a guk. soomin missed a lot of things about his mother, her gentleness, her family name, her. but he put on a brave face, soomin learned young that no one cared about how he was really feeling. it was best to always smile. to never burden.

the one thing soomin did get to keep, was soccer. he’d played on his local team when he was with his mother and now he was playing on a bigger team at a larger school, and he was good. his skills improved fast and he found soccer connected him more to his old life than anything else. it became his passion quite quickly as you can imagine.

soomin discovered in his teenage years, soccer wasn’t his only passion. it wasn’t business, though his father intended to make it business --- no, it was boys. the pretty boy in his history class, the soccer captain, his father’s assistant. he was passionate about men, but he knew his father wasn’t. in fact, his father pushed him towards several of his business partners daughters, and soomin ? complied.

another thing he learned young ? he didn’t have the privelage to be gay. so he stayed silent, loved boys in quiet. and outwardly ? to the world ? he was heterosexual. it pleased his father, one of the only things soomin did that could please him. so soomin figured it wasn’t so bad of a trade off, right ? as soomin got older, he only learned to hide his sexuality more. not only was his father not keen on homosexuality, but his teammates weren’t either. he was told by everyone who he should love, and he listened.

despite this, soomin remained the same happy-go-lucky guy he’d always been. smiling all the time, being kind and caring. deep down he was affected, but as he’d learned, he couldn’t burden others. he was the shoulder to cry on, not the one who cried. though this made him appear fake at times, it was only ever out of the goodness of his heart.

as soomin got older he continued his passion for soccer, attending a school well-versed in sports. however, he still majored in business. if you asked his father ? his current stint as a professional soccer player wouldn’t last long, and he’d be back at the kang business before everyone knew it. funnily enough, his teammates thought the same thing.

despite being very talented, soomin’s teammates saw him as someone whose father bought his way. it wasn’t true, not even slightly, but being a kang came with not only harshness in his home, but outside of it too. his father wasn’t exactly a great guy, and he was keen on paying the way for soomin’s step sibling. soomin always understood why they though that of him, and never got angry over their harsh teasing.

soomin is a great guy all in all, despite his rough past. though he does date women while having no feelings for them, everything else he does is rooted only in kindness instead of selfishness. he’s very giving and involves himself with several charities. his dad didn’t like this either, saying the kang’s didn’t become rich by giving away their money. however, soomin knew what it was like to have nothing --- he loved giving back.

though soomin could never seem to please his father, he remained confident. one of his worst traits was his pride, and perhaps it was built up to hide his many insecurities, but regardless. he could certainly present as a bit cocky from time to time, but nothing rich people weren’t used to seeing. when you have all that wealth ? it usually goes to your head a bit. of course, his father doesn’t quite care how cocky he is. he sees him as unfit to run the family business, as an embarrassment to the kangs.

as far as personality goes, soomin is an amazing person despite his flaws. he’s generous and empathetic, and there for those who need him. he’s a bit of a people pleaser, perhaps too much so, but it only makes him seem that much more gentle and that much more lovable. he’s also pretty energetic and adventurous, he loves trying new things and having fun. he’s essentially a human golden retriever ( in a non-furry way ).

i think that’s all i’ve got for now ! i hope you love soomin because my big baby definitelty deserves it ! thanks for reading !

CONNECTIONS.

first friend ----- the first person soomin got close to when he came to live with his father and was introduced to this new world of rich kid culture. ( 1 slot open )

first kiss ( girl ) ----- his first kiss with a girl. probably was... bad ? neither of them talk about it anymore. could be really good friends now or something ? we can plot it out more. ( 1 slot open )

first kiss ( boy ) ----- really cemented for soomin that he was gay. was definitely a secret, and is something soomin may even act as if never happened ( certainly does if it’s mentioned around others ). ( 1 slot open )

ex-boyfriend ----- someone he dated, but it didn’t work out either because it just couldn’t or because the sneaking around and soomin pretending to be so heterosexual just pushed them away. we could have fun with it ! ( 1 slot open )

beards ----- any of the girls he’s dated to appease his father and/or the public ? we’d have to talk about it in more detail but they could be a current girlfriend or an ex, and it could make for a fun plot too. ( 2 to 3 slots open )

best-friend ----- obvious plot here. just a ride or die friend, they’re really close. tell each other almost everything. when one is single, the other joins them as a plus one. that kind’ve amazing best-friendship ! ( 1 slot open )

step-sibling ----- the child of the woman his father married. no blood-relation, but they certainly act like siblings. they bicker all the time, but at the end of the day despite their differences and his sibling being much more ... bratty, soomin would do anything for them. they’re the only person he even really considers family. ( 1 slot open )

#( * ooc ) ━━━━━ ❝ 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.#bourgeois:intro #this is rlly late but here it is !!! love me !!!

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 7 years ago

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Ooooh, I like this AU. Very interesting to think about and write for! Thanks for the fun request, I hope it lives up to your expectations and was (at least some what) what you were looking for!! <3 I also didn’t know if I wanted to make this a multiple chapter thing, but in the end I just made it one long one-shot. It’s lengthy, but do enjoy the long request! I’m actually pretty happy with it turned out so I hope you are too!!

P.S. I can’t name stories for shit. It may change, it may not, who knows.

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GOT7 ft. Monsta X

Jaebum/Reader AU

Genre: Drama, Lil Angst, Fluff and, Uh-oh, some cursing too (just saying)

Words: 8.4k (dear lord)

Kidnapped [captured]: verb: to take (someone) away illegally by force, typically to obtain a ransom.

“I’ve already told you Changkyun, I work today.” You spoke into the your small cell phone as you pressed it to your cheek with your shoulder as your hands worked on gathering the rest of your things to put into your small plaid purse.

“That is no excuse. You could always call in and actually come out with us today. Nothing wrong with playing a little hookie you know.” You rolled your eyes as your young friend spoke back into the other end of the cellular conversation.

“No means no, Im Changkyun.” You chuckled at the childish whine that you receive as a response. See, today Changkyun wanted to take you out with the rest of his friends, whom you were also close to because today was a special day. Today was your birthday. You were turning 23 today and you were stuck working. Where you may ask? Well, none other than a boring old bank.

Honestly, you didn’t mind the work, but doing it day after day, just like with most jobs, it gets boring pretty fast. Accounting and working with numbers was something you had a skill for, which is how you landed this job in the first place and you couldn’t really complain about the pay, but in all honesty you wish you could get out of work today.

You had finished stuffing your purse with your wallet, some over the counter pain medication for your inevitable headache later, a small bag of bobby pins and hair ties in case the bank decided that in the dead of summer A/C wasn’t a thing that was going to happen and finally a small package of hand tissues and bandages of both large, medium and small variety. You never know when you might need them and you’d rather be safe than sorry later.

“Listen,” you set your purse on your small table by your apartment door and walked back to your room to change into your work clothes. “I’m off tomorrow, so all that’s happening is us pushing off plans by a measly day.”

“That doesn’t change the fact I wanted to do it today.”

“Yeah? Well if memory serves, you wanted to go out to a movie and then probably go all out at a buffet didn't you? It’s always busy in both of those places on a Saturday. Going tomorrow would be better, it’s most people’s lazy days before a new week. It’ll work out.”

“No. No, see, that’s just it. Sunday is the lazy day. It’s hard enough getting Hyungwon out of bed on a normal day. You don’t realize how the chore drastically increases in difficulty on Sunday’s that when we have literally nothing to do.”

“Oh, it can’t be that bad.”

“Y/N, we draw straws to decide who’s going to wake him up.” You suck in a breath between your teeth as you slip on a pair of black slacks that buckle around your waist and tuck your white, collared, button up shirt into them.

“Wow, that bad huh?”

“Don’t leave us hanging Y/N!!!!” You scoffed at his whine again. You pushed your bangs out of your eyes and grabbed your black cropped blazer before you left your room, not yet putting it on. You set it in a heep next to your purse as you pull you hair back and loop a hair tie around it, pulling it into a bun to keep the hair off your neck.

“I’m sorry, but I need to go. I’ll listen to you complain later. I’m going to be late if I keep talking to you.” You heard him dramatically feign a wounded noise as he wept into the phone, as he tends to do when he finally realizes what he wants to do, isn’t going to happen.

“Uugghhh, fine. You’re so buying me food to make up for this later.” You grabbed your phone with one of your hands and swapped ears for a moment, straightening your neck and relaxing your shoulder finally.

“Yeah yeah, send your orders in later. I’ll pick something up after work. Ask the boys what they want to and I’ll buy for them too.” You rolled your eyes as you heard your friend cheer. Funny how you were buying people food on your birthday.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best old person I know!”

“YAH!” He laughed at your sound of annoyance. You weren’t that much older than him. He wasn’t so young compared to you anyways.

“See you later then. Happy birthday.” You smiled as you huffed out a breath through your nose.

“Thanks Kyun. Later.” You pulled the phone away as you ended the call and dropped your phone in your purse. Grabbing it, your keys to your car and throwing your blazer over your arm, not going to put it on, you left your apartment, locked the door and sped down the halls to the elevator of the 3rd floor to the parking lot before you plopped in your car. Tossing everything into the passenger seat, you inserted your keys and the car revived to life with the turn of your wrist and before you knew it you were on your way.

As you drove, you heard on one of the new stations about another recent convenience store robbery. This is the third one this week. Either multiple groups are striking at once to confuse the authorities, or someone is just clever enough to do all three and not get caught with so much activity going on. Honestly, you didn’t really find it too concerning or interesting.

Robberies are pretty common, unfortunately, and so long as there were no injuries or deaths, you wouldn’t find the time to really worry. Sure, it’d suck pretty hard for the people who have to deal with broken windows and doors and have to figure out how to replace what was stolen, not to mention the cash that was left in the register, but none of that was really your business. Call yourself cold-hearted, but if you had nothing to do with it, you wouldn’t dwell to long on the problem.

So, when you pulled into the large, over cramped parking lot of your bank, into the space that is reserved for employees, specifically you, you never expected to have anything other than another boring day tick on by.

You entered the building, now slipping on your blazer, politely greeting coworkers you met eye contact with as you glanced at the watch on the inside of your wrist.

9:56 AM. Just barely made it before your 10 AM shift, but even barely is making it. You’ll just blame it on the, probably still sulking, Changkyun as he sat bored at home. You slid into your window as you hung your purse on the hook you had placed on the inside of your window, just out of sight. You turned your computer on as you pulled your keyboard out and opened all your documents and programs before officially opening your window to help those in need of managing their money.

By the time 10:47 AM hit, you had only dealt with a whining middle aged woman who was acting like switching money from checking to savings was the end of the world, an elderly man who was wanted to withdraw money for his niece’s graduation and a mother with her teenage son who wanted to open an account of his own. It wasn’t too much, but it already made you feel tired. Your shift lasted until closing today, since you had to cram for the day off tomorrow, so for the next nearly 8 hours, you’d be stuck in this chair unless you had the chance to get up and pee.

It was almost a quarter past 11 when you decided leave your window for a moment, placing a ‘Be right with you’ sign on the desktop so you could go grab a mug of coffee. You had brought in one of your mugs when you found out there was a coffee pot in the back lounge and whether you were a coffee drinker or not, anyone would grit through the taste of it to make it through this dreadful shift.

On your way back to your window, you spotted someone in the lobby, a man to be precise. He had a baseball cap on his head, black with no logo or anything, just plain with an long tail on the back of it to adjust the fit as it bumped against his back with each turn of his head and a black mask covering his nose and mouth. It wasn’t uncommon for them after all, it was summer and the cap would shield their eyes and the mask would keep out dust and pollen; well to some extent. He wore a grey tank top that hung loosely from his body under a gray cardigan and his black skinny jeans had the knees torn out. His sense of fashion was pretty good, whoever he was, you had to admit, but he seemed off. He just kept fiddling with his phone, looking at it every so often as if he was lost.

So, with coffee still in hand, your slightly heeled shoes stepped against the hard floors over to him to see if he needed any help with anything. You walked up beside him and looked under the bill of his cap to try and make sure he knew you were going to address him.

“Excuse me, sir?” He jumped a bit. Now closer, you noticed the hair that peeked out from under his cap and down his sideburns were bleached. His eyes appeared to be brown, but it was tough to make out under the shade of the cap’s bill, even in the lit up bank lobby, along with all the large windows around. “Do you need help with anything?”

He shook his head and cleared his throat.

“No, uh, I’m just waiting on a couple friends.” You opened your mouth as you understood. Maybe a friend of his is going to take out money to have a night out, or maybe they’d just chosen this spot as a meeting place. Whatever, the reason, you obviously weren’t needed here.

“Ah, I understand. Sorry to disturb you.” It was when you were ready to leave the man, that the wooden doors to the bank slammed open and multiple rounds of gunfire were shot off, leading the entire vicinity into a panic. You also felt panic well in your chest as you turned to see where the fires came from, but before you could get anywhere your legs were kicked out from under you, and you were forced to the grown.

You mug was dropped and shattered as the hot contents of caffeine was spilled next to you and the man you had just spoken to held your arms behind your back as your chest was pushed painfully onto the hard floors. You felt your blazer being ripped off your form as the man above and behind you pried it off and placed it over the glass of the shattered mug to avoid him stepping on it and then to into the liquid were he would leave liquefied shoe prints that could dry and be used to track him later.

Lifting your head, the best you could from your pinned state, you saw the visitors and innocent civilians on the ground as two different men went and bound their wrists with zip ties, just in case someone wanted to try and play hero and do something stupid. Looking around more, there were 5 men in the room, with the man on your back in the mix, there were 6. All dressed in seemingly normal clothes, but all shielded faces and caps hiding their hair.

Their guns didn’t seem to be anything too extreme like what you would see in a dramatic bank robbery movie. There were no M-16s, no semi-automatic rifles, no machine guns, just simple pistols and a couple with shotguns. However, you weren’t going to judge them, if it shot and the bullet hit the intended target, pretty much any gun will do the trick. You were pulled out of your though process as one of the other men shouted at the man on you back.

“What!” He shouted back as you turned your head. The man was standing by your window that was vacant, before moving inside and rummaging around on your computer. Luckily all the important information was locked via passwords that changed on a daily, but just as you were thinking it, you felt yourself being pulled backwards onto your knees then lifted harshly to your feet.

With the man holding your arms behind you, he shoved you towards your window, then behind it and finally down into your chair before he gestured towards the screen. You knew what he was implying, ‘get into the accounts and get the information we want.’ You caught the glint of the pistol of the man in the corner of your eye as he pulled it from his waistband at his back and you’d really not push your luck.

Honestly, if you could, you’d deny any order given to you like a trouper if you were alone, but here there were too many people and you couldn’t make yourself the culprit as to why one or multiple of them could get hurt or even killed if you didn't listen. So, with quaking fingers, you followed the orders of the second man who stood behind you, pointing out everything he wanted to see.

Codes to safes, information to the accounts of the more fruitful names that were well known, the amount of money stored in the bank’s safe in the back of the store and surprisingly enough a map of the area. You figured the map would be so they could completely finalize their escape route, what with the authorities on their way from someone cleverly acting on that panic button under their desk before being pried away from it when this all began.

When all the information and codes you knew were out in the open to the criminals, the one who had you previously pinned on the floor, zip tied your hands together and also put another zip tie through the belt loop of your high-waist slacks and your hand zip tie and kept your hands in place in your lap. Again, you could try your chances and run since you weren’t actually tied down to anything and no one was holding you, but you’d rather not chance a bullet to the back of your head acting like a panic stricken fawn.

While you sat put with the second man from before watching over you, he noticed a wire running behind your ear and down into your shirt. What he was looking at was a communication wire used for your bank, since the building was large. Not, wanting to chance the idea of someone hacking into it to try and give you a way out, he began working on removing it. The sudden touch of him around your ear and then suddenly gripping your shirt only to unbutton it and remove the wire, startled you to the point, you jumped.

Everything happened in one go. Your body reacted to it being exposed to this strange criminal and in shock, your body jolted. As it did so, the back of your head collided with the face of the man, and was enough of an impact to make his mask slip. His back was to the mass of people, so your eyes were the only pair of eyes that saw how his mask fell from one of his ears and revealed his face. You two stared at each other before he hurried, fixed his mask and got a call from the back that they were ready to bolt.

You let out a silent huff, ready for this all to be over, but oh no, the universe wasn’t done fucking over your day. As the man’s face was covered back up and his cue to skedaddle was clear, you felt him harshly yank up on your bicep and drag you with him. Next thing you knew, you were listening to 6 voices all shouting in your direction, or rather the strange man’s direction, and you were thrown into a van that was in a hidden alley away from the press and media covering the robbery.

“The hell?! Who’s this?!” A deep voice asked as the one who had thrown you in, slammed the doors and the van began to move. Your, still restrained, body rolled and moved to the sudden driving and moving as you looked back and forth. The man whose face you saw, removed his mask again, now in a safer environment.

“The damn woman saw my face. I can’t just let that go!” As two of them bickered, one looked at you as he reached to pull you forward a bit and just as he saw the fear and panic in your eyes, it all blanked out as your consciousness faded with a harsh force on the back of your neck. Now, with your reality distorting and the sounds of tires screeching and men bickering you let a final thought cross your mind.

What a shitty birthday.

When your mind started to fuzzily return to normal, you couldn’t bring yourself to pry your eyes open, and the ringing in your ears finally cleared out for you to hear arguing. Much like the arguing from before you lost track of everything.

“You stole a fucking woman!” This voice didn’t sound like any of the ones you heard echoing in the bank before hand. It sounded new, and almost like it held a sort of superiority, it was like the harsh voice of a leader. “I stay behind to cover our tracks, so that you don’t get your asses caught, but now you decide to grab a fucking person and bring them back with you?!”

“It was Bam who did it! He just grabbed her and threw her in with us!” That was the voice of the man who had you pinned in the very beginning of this shitty story.

“Shut up Jackson, no one asked for your imput. You would’ve done the same thing if she saw your face you know!”

“I wouldn’t have fucked up enough to let her see my face, so this wouldn’t even be happening! You know, the whole purpose of a mask is to hide your face so it doesn’t get seen.”

“Both of you shut the hell up! I don’t care who did what or why it happened, now I have to deal with this problem along side the issue of throwing the cops for another goose chase, so you goons don’t get us located.” The voice of the assumed leader of your group of kidnappers sighed as there was silence. Then he spoke up again.

“Youngjae, work on the computers. Track where the cops are and make sure they don't find a trail. As the computer wizz, I’ll expect you not to screw up.”

“Right on.” You heard a pair of feet fade off as it was silent a bit longer and soon your body involuntarily twitched, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Feeling someone come closer to your body, you decided it was now or never, as you slowly cracked your eyes open to come face to face to a man who was kneeled down to your level.

“Oh, hey, she’s awake now.” He didn’t look away from you, or really speak loud to really announce it, but it was heard anyway as the remaining sets of eyes were now on you and your groggy state. The man staring at you looked over his shoulder for a moment before he stood and moved away from you. He was taller than you expected, but that thought was short lived as a new face was now in your view.

A man that seemed to be no older than yourself was staring at you. Hair cut short, but moved out of his eyes enough to revealed two moles over his left eye that one could almost mistake for a piercing on his eyelid. His face was slim as it was emotionless, looking you over just as you were him. Even in this situation, as much as you hated to admit it, he was handsome. If your mind wasn’t so dazed, you probably would have sneered at the man, but all you could do is just stare at him.

He grabbed your arms and pushed you from you lying position to one where you back was rested up against the back of the presumed couch you were on and your legs hung over the edge of the cushions, you hands still bound to your waist. Your hair, that still remained tied just barely in the bun from, whenever it was since you hadn’t known how long you had been out, had strands of all sizes and lengths falling from it. Strands fell over your forehead, the sides of your face, and around the nape of your neck. Given any other situation than the one you found yourself in currently, it probably would have seemed fairly attractive.

The man hooked his finger under your chin, using his thumb just below your lips, to move your head around, looking at you. You slightly smeared eyeliner combined with the heavy stress filled bags under your eyes did nothing to your appearance and your lips had become dry from the lack of running your tongue around them on occasion. You found a bit of strength in you to jerk your head away from his grasp, chin slipping from his fingers as you glared at him. He looked at you, surprised for a moment before dropping his hand and smirking at you.

“Ah, I see you’re finally coming around then darling?” His voice was slick, but beneath the dark undertone it held, it was almost as attractive as he was.

“What’s it to you?” You had sneered back through your teeth and furrowed brows. You took the time the man in front of you took to stand up and then place himself next to you on the couch, to look around. You found yourself in wide open, nearly empty concrete building. Looking up, there appeared to be a second floor that was divided visible from the second, only a railing running around the rectangular perimeter of the second story floor to make sure no one walked right off. It was like an abandoned warehouse, or old state penitentiary that you’d see online for ghost tours.

The windows, or rather lack-thereof, were very few, you could count only a few on one hand all on the top story. You deemed that perhaps most of the building was underground. Of course there were individual rooms on both floors, small trinkets scattered around here and there, a space used as a kitchen and a decent television. You wouldn’t call it a 5-star stay, but it’s enough for someone to definitely live there, and undetected to boot.

“Well sweetheart,” you were brought back with the man next to you started speaking to you. You turned to look at him as he spoke, but he just kept his head down as he rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes. He was clearly still annoyed. “Looks like you have two options.” He held out the hand closest to you and held up two of his fingers.

“One, you run and try to rat us out, meaning you get to be pressed under social media scrutiny after being ‘kidnapped’, questioned non-stop, have all attention on you and help get us arrested, by the time you show up we’ll be gone and you’ll be known as the woman who cried wolf.” He lowered one finger, leaving you silently dreading knowing what the other option will be.

“Or, you could stick around and pitch in.” You’d be crazy to stick around, especially with this lunatic, but the first option didn’t sound any better. You watched as he lowered his hand all together and gave you a moment to think it over. One might thing a life of living as someone who claimed something true, but to the rest of the world it’s a giant lie would be better than dealing with a gang of thieves, but your mind was thinking the opposite.

Call you crazy, but as shitty as this situation was, and how stressful it had been, a part of you wanted to keep living the life he may or may not seriously be offering you. You’re day of working boring power shifts behind a window would disappear, but a new life of constant hiding and a hushed life would be at your fingertips. However, you’d also lose your friends, you’d lose your best friend, Changkyun.

There wasn’t an easy answer to this, but you were leaning towards the option of staying around, but…

“I’ll make my decision, under one condition.” You spoke to the man next to you, making him open his eyes and glance at you. “If I can make a call and call just one person, just to let them know I’m okay, I’ll stay.” The man raised his brow. That could be risky for someone in his position, so you added on to your condition. “I’ll let you listen in, you’ll be right next to me as I talk so I won’t try anything funny. Just one call, please.” You couldn’t live with yourself if you went the rest of your, perhaps shortened, life without at least talking to Kyun one more time.

The man waiting a moment before he sighed and reached into pocket of his dark jeans and lazily pulled his phone from it.

“Cut her ties,” he simply ordered on of the men around. Not arguing with him, one man came and cut your zip tied hands as well as the zip on your slacks. Looking at the eyes, it was the same man who had you pinned to the ground at the bank. You clicked your tongue and without thinking slammed the toes of your heels into his shin. He hissed as he dropped his knife and glared are you.

“That’s for pinning me down before. Asshole.” The man next to you laughed.

“Forgive Jackson, he was doing his job.” You rubbed your, now free, wrists.

“Yeah, well he’s heavy. Not to mention just laying on your chest as a woman hurts like hell, not to mention having my boobs pushed on the hard floor with a man on my back. Criminal or not, have some tact.” You hissed. Jackson opened his mouth to protest, but just sighed and shook his head. He wasn’t even going to go there as you silently applauded his choice to just shut up.

“I think she’ll fit in just fine with that attitude.” The man the ground on the opposite side of you looked up at you spoke with a smirk.

“And you are?” You rose your brow. You’d might as well learn names at this point. You’re too deep in now.

“Yugyeom.” The man next to you who fiddled with his phone answered for him. “The guy on the ground is Yugyeom. Jackson your familiar with. Bambam was the one whose mask you managed to screw up; and also the one who decided to bring you here. Youngjae is up on the second floor in our tech room handling some business. Mark’s not here right now, you’ll have your introductions later. Jinyoung is handling repairs for our firearms, so you’ll get acquainted with him later as well.”

“Alright, and now who are you?” He smirked as he held his phone by one of the corners and slung his wrist to offer the phone to you.

“Jaebum. JB is just fine.” You rose your brow before you took the phone. You sighed as you started the process of just accepting anything and everything from this point on. “Now it’s your turn for your name, or if you want we can just continue with the pet names darling.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance. Were all criminals this way, or just this particular group?

“Y/N, a pleasure.” You spoke with a huff.

“I’m sure.” You rolled your eyes again looked at his phone then up at your audience.

“Alright, I know I agreed for someone to sit in on my conversation with one one call, but I don’t need the happy hungry bunch as an audience.” JB chuckled as he rose from his place on the couch and grabbed your bicep, pulling you up.

“Well go to the roof, better signal and no audience. Happy?” You just scoffed as he pulled you along with him, leaving the rest of the group to do their own thing and probably discuss your sudden membership.

On the roof, it was just turning dusk you had opened JB’s dial pad, noticing the date was the same as your birthday still on his lock screen, and entered in Changkyun’s number, happy that you took the time to memorize it. As it rang and you placed it to your ear, you hoped he’d pick up an unknown number. Thankfully, he did.

“Hello?”

“Changkyun?” You head the sound of scuffling on his end as you assumed he was lying down previously before bolting up.

“Holy shit, Y/N! Where are you? What happened? Are you okay?!” You chuckled lightly as his concern. You’d be a bit frightened if he wasn’t a bit worried for you.

“I’m okay, I promise. A lot has happened since the incident at work.” You sighed.

“No shit Sherlock, I texted you and you never answered, next thing I know Hoseok is shoving a news article of a bank robbery at your work and you’re the one employee who went missing! I’ve been going crazy here!”

“I’m sorry Kyun, I am.” You sighed again. “I can’t tell you much, but I don’t think we’ll be able to celebrate my birthday today, or tomorrow, or really again.” JB behind you picked up on your conversation a bit.

“The hell does that mean?”

“Kyun, I’m not coming back home. I can’t anymore.”

“You’re not making sense Y/N.”

“I know, I know I’m not..just,” you ran you hand over your face, “something happened and I can’t go back. I don’t even know if I’ll get to talk to you again.” You felt yourself start to choke up slightly. Telling your best friend goodbye hurt like hell.

“No, what? You can’t just decide that by yourself!”

“You think I wanted to do this? I have no choice Kyun!” He sighed as he heard the slight crack in your voice.

“Are you really going?” You could only nod, but he could hear the movement of your head against the phone speaker. “Is someone there with you?” You looked slightly behind you at JB who stood with his hands tucked into his pants pockets.

“..Yeah.” You spoke softly.

“Alright, can I talk to them?” You blinked confused at his request as you turned to JB and brought the phone away from your ear slightly.

“He.. he asked if he could talk to you?” He raised his brow slightly and dug out on of his hands, walking to you and slowly grabbing the phone from you. He took a few steps away from you before he started speaking.

“You wanted me?” JB’s voice was monotone as he heard Changkyun on the other side.

“I don’t know what you did to make her stay, but if she chose this on her own, you better make sure I don’t ever see her on the news being arrested or worse her body being carried away by a god damn stretcher, you hear me?” JB looked back to you, seeing how your arms crossed over your chest and you held your arms, shifting in your stance, clearly try to distract yourself from letting go of your best friend.

“Of course. I’ll keep her under my constant watch.”

“Oh, and you so owe her. You and your friends happened to kidnap her on her birthday, jerks.” JB scoffed lightly.

“I’ll think of something.” He looked at our briefly again as you were now fiddling with removing your shoes, sick and tired of the aching in your feet. He whispered into the phone, while you were distracted. “I’ll have her contact you in the future. I’d feel pretty bad if I took everything from her away. Just don’t give her, or us away, understood?”

“Wow, that’s pretty sympathetic coming from the bad guy.”

“We have a good points to.” With that JB walked back to you as you had kicked off your second shoe and handed the phone back to you. “Finish up quickly. It’s getting dark.” You nodded as you took the phone back and continued with a short conversation with Kyun.

“Just, promise me you’ll stay safe. I’ll really miss you Y/N.” You smiled at his words.

“I know, I will. I’ll miss you too. Don’t cause any trouble for the guys either.”

“I’m the youngest, I live to cause trouble.” You chuckled at him. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Happy birthday.” You felt your eyes sting as this would be the last time you would hear him say this to you. You took a breath and looked at the darkening sky, keeping your tears in your eyes.

“Thank you Kyun. I guess, goodbye then.” He cleared his throat on the other end of the phone as you started to hear the voices of the other guys.

“Yeah. Later girl.” The last thing you heard of him was someone asking who he was talking you, and him replying that it was ‘nothing important’ before the line went dead. You pulled the phone from your ear and watched as the screen of the phone called showed the duration of the call before it returned to the standard keypad.

Just like that, Changkyun was gone. Your chest felt heavy as you felt something messing with your head. You went to turn to see what it was, but were stopped when a pair of hands held it in place.

“Don’t move your head around.” JB then moved to mess with your hair. “I’m taking your hair out.” You stood there in silence as his hands wove through your messy hair and untangled it from the hair tie in the least painful way possible. You felt your hair fall back, now loose, against your neck as you turned and handed him his phone back. He took it, tucking it in his pocket.

He looked at the sadness in your eyes. Clearing his throat he placed a hand on your head and ran his fingers through the thin strands of hair, snagging just a bit on the small tangles.

“It’s late. You need rest.” He moved his hands from your head to grip your hand and pull you inside after him. You briefly ran into, and met with, Mark and Jinyoung the two who weren’t present earlier and watched as JB stopped by the tech room where Youngjae was sat with headphones on his head and computer monitors on every side of a large desk. He offered you a friendly smile, still clearly busy where you just bowed politely back.

After that, taking your hand again, JB lead you to a fairly decent sized room on the second floor before he shut the door behind him, dropped your hand and dug around in a closet for some clothes. A large king bed sat against the rooms backwall in the center with a dresser under a window with a dark curtain covering it. The room was void of anything really, just a standard room to sleep in.

“Change into those. We’ll focus on getting you actual woman’s clothes later.” He had tossed an over large t-shirt to you with a loose pair of shorts to wear. “I’ll offer you a hoodie if you want since you don’t have a change of bras to put a comfortable one on and I’m pegging you don’t want to go bra-less in this situation.” You were surprised he even thought about the annoyance that is the female chest, but took him up on the offer of a hoodie.

“Grab your clothes and follow me. You’ll probably want a shower too.” You did as you were told and he led you to the bathroom down the walkway of the second story. “Just take your time. Since this place is basically off the map, we don’t pay any bills, but we still have connections to have working water and what not.” He was setting up the shower for you as you stood there behind him. He was awfully kind for someone who is supposedly the leader of a bunch of criminals.

“Thank you.” You thanked him as he looked over his shoulder.

“It’s the least I can do. We did ruin your birthday after all.” You blinked at him them remembered Kyun had talked to him.

“He told you, didn’t he?”

“Of course he did. He seemed like a good friend.” You smiled sadly.

“He was the best.” The past tense of your sentence almost made you flinch. JB put his hand on your shoulder, ready to leave.

“When your done, just head back to the room from before. You can sleep there tonight.” You nodded at him.

“Goodnight then.” He nodded at you as he left. You locked the door behind him, out of fear someone might just come bursting in and finally let yourself relax a bit. It wasn’t until you were in the shoulder, you finally let yourself cry. Unknowingly to you, JB stood at the door of the bathroom, arms crossed as he listened to your cries mix with the shower and soon walked off.

Just like that, you started your life as a fellow second hand criminal, you called yourself. You never really did any crimes, but you helped when Youngjae needed support with his tech, or when you could use your intelligence to help them in random things, you would. You were almost acting as their moral support.

Over the course of time you began close to every member there. Jackson, whom you despised at first, soon became your best friend after one particularly large fight you two had that seemed to help you bond in a weird reversed kind of way. But, there was something you wanted to deny at first when you felt it in your chest, but the way your felt towards JB made your heart palpitate.

You first felt it when he surprised you with a phone that had been modified, courtesy of Youngjae, to be unable to be tracked. He gave it to you 2 months after you were brought by Bambam, and he deemed it a ‘late birthday present.” You saw he added Changkyun’s number to it, under the name of ‘Kyun’, since JB didn’t actually know his name. That’s just what he remembered you call him. With that phone, you were able to text and call Kyun when you wanted, but of course you had to be careful with what you said at times, but it was like angels singing when you called him and heard him through the phone again.

From then, it just started growing. The feeling in your chest. Part of you thought that maybe you could just be experiencing Stockholm Syndrome, and maybe that wasn’t too far off from home base, but you didn’t care if you were or not. You weren’t trying to stay on their good side to stay alive, because you knew they wouldn't hurt you. Sure you might have arguments, but the boys always leave or make sure you aren’t in arms length of them if they’re feeling angry enough to do anything.

The one time someone had accidentally cut your arm with a shard of a glass that he threw against, and smashed, on a wall near you, JB wanted to cut his arm by breaking a different glass directly on his arm, right on the same place you got cut. JB was a frightening leader, but more than that, he was honestly a good person. He cared about things and people just like others did. He even brought back a dog one day to give to Youngjae, who had been wanting a pet to liven things up a bit, as a surprise for his hard working tech expert.

When you started sharing a bed with JB as well, since it was his room you were hogging the first week of your arrival, it wasn’t anything more than that. Sharing a bed with a comrade, if you could call him that. But soon, you wanted to be facing him when you slept. You wanted to be pressed against his back or his chest and you’d flush when you caught yourself wanting to be held by him.

So, for some reason, you decided to go to Bambam for help. Why Bambam, you didn’t know, but you thought that if you went to Jackson for help, he’d just scream everything and make sure the whole world knew how you felt. At least Bam could be a bit more dependable when asked. It had been 8 months since you came to the base of the 7 boys, so if Bam wouldn’t be of help, there were always 5 move, with Jackson as dead last.

As the two of you lounged on the room for privacy, Bam held a sucker in his mouth listening to you.

“So,” he started, “in conclusion, you have the hots for JB?” You wanted to bash your face into the concrete floor as many times as possible until you passed out.

“Well, if you want to be blunt.” You rolled your eyes as he gave you a smirk. “Am I going to get an advice, or am I just going to get teased? Because I will so leave and tell Jinyoung that you’d the one who wasted 4 magazines of perfectly good bullets just to shoot at a squirrel that was annoying you by throwing acorns at your window.” The Thai boy seemed to choke as he took the sucker out of his mouth and looked at you.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You rose your brow in attack towards him.

“Try me.” He ran his hand through his hair.

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk, but I get to tease a bit, deal?”

“I’d expect no less.”

“Alright, just let me think…” He closed his eyes and cupped his chin as he cross his legs and though. His sucker moved from one cheek to the other as he tried to think of the best way to give you advice and not risk his neck at the thought of an angry Jinyoung wasting even more bullets trying to shoot him.

“Well, I guess when it comes to JB, it’s best to be blunt?” He was questioning himself, but he was trying. “He’s blunt himself, and he’s also the most obvious person on the face of the planet, so he probably doesn’t even know.” You nodded at that. “He does seem to favor you over us, so I don’t think you confessing would go bad. I think he’d be pretty glad actually.” Now he lost you.

“You think? Honestly? The leader JB accepting me, a backseat criminal, as a potential lover?”

“You wouldn’t think it, but you’ve help us a lot thanks to your brain. Backseat or not.” You shoved his shoulder a bit as he smiled. “Seriously though, just tell him. I’d go for tonight when everyone’s sleeping so no one interrupts you though.” You nodded.

“Yeah, I guess it’s worth a shot.” You two stayed up there for a while longer just chatting as friends, and you teasing him about how you managed to make his mask slip that first day of everything. He still gives you shit for it, back then you were mad about it, but now you almost wanted to thank him that it happened because it lead you to meet all of them. But, that would just inflate his ego and we don’t need that.

So, as the day continued and eventually started to dwindle, you found yourself changing into a large t-shirt of JB’s again with your shorts. That hadn’t changed since day one, you always took more to the shirts of ones of the guys. Yugyeom’s were the most fun to wear, as he was a giant and walking around in his shirt was like a toddler wearing their dad’s shirt. Not to mention if it was long sleeves sneaking up on someone and slapping them with the sleeves that went well past your hand was pretty entertaining.

You had just slipped the shirt over your body as the door creaked open and in stepped JB. You hadn’t yet put your shorts on, but you were well past the point of being embarrassed around him, or anyone for that matter. You could probably comfortably walk around in shorts and a bra and not bat an eye at this point.

He strolled up beside where you stood, next to the closet, and began to grab his own change of clothes. Or rather, a comfortable pair of sweats, as sleeping with a shirt wasn’t really necessary for him. While the both of you changed in a comfortable silence, he started up a conversation.

“You were gone for a while this afternoon. What were you up to?” He pull his shirt over his back and then freed his head, having the shirt rest on his biceps before letting it fall off his arms.

“I was with Bam on the roof for a bit. I wanted to talk to him about something. He was surprisingly helpful.”

“Talk to him? Something bugging you?”

“Eh, you could say that.” There was a pause for a moment as he reached to grab a pair of sweats from the hanging cubbies in the closet.

“You could always come to me you know.” You nodded.

“I know that, but I needed someone else’s opinion.” You wouldn’t tell by the never changing look on his face, but that comment seemed to urk JB.

“I see.” His comment let you know that he was curious as to what you needed help with, and you mind went back to Bam’s advice: be blunt. You signed as you grabbed your shorts, stepped into them and slid them up our legs, letting them rest on your hips. You casually tossed your clothes from the day into a bin separate from the one that help the clothes JB had yet to wash.

“Bam was helping me figure out the best way to tell I like you, is all it was.” You head JB start coughing behind you and you just shrugged. “He told me I should just be blunt, but I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” You strolled over to the bed, sitting on the side of it as you grabbed your phone from your night stand on your side of the bed. “I guess I could have just texted Kyun about it. He’s surprisingly smart when it comes to things like this.”

You lifted your eyes from your phone to see him pull the sweats over his hips and mess with the strings in the front of them, his back to you. As always, you couldn’t read exactly how he felt in this particular situation. Thinking about anyone else in his situation ou just forced on him, you grabbed your phone and stood, stretching before turning towards the direction of the door.

“Sorry for springing this on you. I know your pretty busy running the rest of the boys and what not, so I’ll go bunk with Jackson tonight to give you a little space.” With phone in hand, you strolled to the door and turned the knob, just barely opening the door before it was slammed shut. From behind you, JB had pushed his palm against the door, shutting it before you would even peek out of it. Looking over your shoulder and following his arm to his shoulder and up his neck to his face, he just stared at you.

“Jaebum?” You turned your body around to face him, as you back was pressed to your door and his free hand came to capture your chin in his fingers. He kept silent as he moved his fingers to rest on your neck. It wasn’t at all threatening, he just let his fingers light hover around your neck, almost in an action of endearment.

“Next time, come to me.” He whispered a his breath, strongly scented of mint from his recent toothpaste, fanned over your face and he leaned closer to press his lips against yours. It took a moment for you to fully comprehend the situation at hand, but once your brain caught up, you found yourself relaxing into him. The kiss didn’t last nearly as long as you had first hoped, but when he pulled away, he grabbed your wrist only to drag you back to the bed and have you climb in.

Placing your phone, you were surprised you hadn't dropped due to shock a moment again, back on your nightstand, you felt JB climb into the bed next to you as he did every night. The new thing was him snaking his arms around your waist and extending the arm he lay on for you to use as a substitute for a pillow as you were now tucked into his bare chest.

“Uh, JB?” He hushed you.

“Go to sleep. I’m tired.” You chuckled at him. He cracked open one of his eyes to stare at you.

“What’s so funny?” You shook your head.

“Nothing. I’m just happy.” You smiled up to him as he smiled back and placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Good. Now sleep.” Like magic, the moment you closed your eyes, your consciousness faded and JB was able to admire your sleeping face. He hand the back of his hand over your cheek and brushed under your eyes with his fingers as you slept. You face was so relaxed when sleeping, it seemed almost impossible for someone to seem so ethereal to him. Soon after, he pulled you tighter to his chest, entangling your legs and drifting to sleep with you in his arms.

The same way he had been wanting to hold you since your birthday.

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I spent all day working on this piece, so I’m going to post reactions tomorrow guys! I have a few ready to go, so until tomorrow I hope you enjoyed reading this long ass story! ^^”

#GOT7 #GOT7 imagines #GOT7 au #GOT7 drabble #GOT7 fanfiction #Jaebum #JB #AU #drama #kpop fluff #monsta x #cameo

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lachalaine · 7 years ago

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@kuebcko

shit, the emotional and soul-breaking avalanche went off. tbh, luckily. we could sense how it weighs you down and your emotions; it seeps through your words. and im proud and happy to read through your anger outburst, that you cut a hole into your facade like man you tried to keep up the good mood for us all while still battling with those heavy exceptions and roles in your own life hidden from tumblr. listen, we know you dont to want to turn your blog into some sadness pool or a place filled with your personal problems but it had to be done and its good you finally did. we wont judge you or blame you for your troubles, we strengthen you back as good as we can. im sorry your mom lost your job. when you wrote about your even worse mood drop i hoped it didnt happen bc you told me if it would happen it would happen around the end of july. if you need any support in the next months im here for you. you might not or wont tell me but still, im at your side. and though i hope for your mom for things to get better, i hope for you in the first place. its not unreasonable of you, neither towards your mom,your brother not unfair towards that friend you broke up with. you are important, your self-worth and mental and physical health just the same.

Oh, Scaley, you have no idea how thankful I am to have you.

Thank you so much for this message. It made me cry again as soon as I read it. Though it’s the kind of tears that I think I’ve needed for a good while now, so I’m grateful to you, thank you.

I hadn’t expected all the emotion to hit me like that at all tbh, and you’re right - it really is an avalanche. I just got the idea this morning and thought I’d try it, and then it just kept getting longer and was entirely unfiltered and I was scared of posting it. Scared I’d be drawing more negative energy on here when I had told myself to stop. But I needed it, and I’m glad I did. And heck, it’s kinda funny in a way – because whenever the avalanche hits me, I always get at least one message from someone that’s read it saying they’re proud and happy that I finally lost my chill. And it’s… amusing, honestly – and reassuring too.

I was hoping my negative moods hadn’t come across as often as I’d felt like it did, so I’m relieved that people don’t think it’s like that all the time on here, because that’s all it’s been feeling like on my end and I was worried that it was too obvious. Though I’m pleased too – about as much as you, I think. I feel like a really heavy weight was lifted off and I feel like… people know me a bit better now, even. I know I talk a lot to people but I don’t really say much about myself, and I didn’t realize how much I was hiding until I went full meltdown mode on there. Though it feels good because now I don’t feel like I’m pushing people away anymore from the worst sides of my personality and now they now what I sound like when I lose my temper too and I was afraid of showing that but no one immediately dumped me afterwards and even showed me support so –

I’m thankful for all the understanding that was given to me for this, and just the time spent to read through it. I think I really needed it. Especially because like ---- I wanted to tell you guys. So that maybe you’d stop worrying so much, because I could see people were concerned but I was scared of saying anything but also I’ve been that friend that’s had to sit back and watch as another friend hid their problems from me and it’s frustrating and only more worrying in the long run and you guys don’t deserve that !! Regardless if it was a personal issue, it’s not fair – particularly because you guys were only trying to help. And I feel like I put too much of a veil on here and don’t let anyone see past the veil and adbhadbhahda I DON’T WANNA BE FAKE EITHER.

And I feel like I have been a little bit, with all the constant attempts at happiness even when I don’t necessarily feel it and it just – doesn’t sit right with me. So I figured this was my best shot at just getting it all out and it turned out okay, all things considered. I guess I just – wanted someone to listen, but was too afraid of doing it one on one because I get. Terribly awkward about that. I just end up skipping the conversation and trying to shift it to someone else and making them try to smile and sadashdah I’m not good at opening up, in all honestly!

Though I’m… really glad I found a safe spot with you guys.

Thank you for always noticing my efforts as well, Scaley, and for your kind messages and well wishes. Thank you for always being my constant and strongest supporter no matter what, even if I may be late getting back to you sometimes. Thank you for reassuring me that I’m not being unreasonable nor unfair either. I just needed that comfort from someone else, in truth, not just me trying to reassurance myself but being uncertain anyway. That friend thing was weighing on me for a while as well, because I realized only too late how heavy things were in the months leading up to the breakup and I think the way I was being treated by him had only compounded to my problems, so I’m glad you mentioned that. Because I wanted to take care of myself too from now on, and I couldn’t do that with him around. And I worry because perhaps that makes me seem callous and cold that I don’t regret the loss of friendship, but my life is honestly... just better off within him, really. And thank you for helping me realize that, as your words have always helped me to see things clearly too, tbh, so it mean a lot! I always save your messages because they always do wonders in making me feel better, and honestly, you even remember things about me all the time, I’m so !! I don’t know how I deserve you!

Because you’re right! I was actually expecting something like this to occur but not this soon! My mood drops honestly always happen in June or July because the closer it gets to my birthday, the worse I feel about myself. Which isn’t to say I hate my birthday because I love it a lot !! I’d celebrate the whole week of it if I could!! But then I’m also --- I always feel bad because people do nice things for me and I feel unworthy of it around this time of the year. Which is also why I don’t talk about my feelings I guess, because then people go out of their way to worry about me and I feel bad and like I don’t deserve it. So it’s a thin line to cross and it’s never fun – though I’m hopeful that because the bomb has gone off so early, perhaps I may not have the same problem later on in the month.

I can at least hope. Because I’d actually want to enjoy my birthday this time and not feel bad about myself, if at all possible tbh aaaaaaah !!

The next few months may be harder or easier, idk yet – but I promise I will try my best to be more open to people, including you, and try to reach out more. Honestly, Tumblr RP is the one place I can try to forget all the stuff that drains me IRL, and that’s why I love coming back here so much. You guys really do make me happy all the time, and I know things would have been much worse if I didn’t have this outlet and you guys to depend on to take my mind away from everything else.

My smiles and laughter with you guys isn’t a lie. Meeting you all is one of the best things to have happened to me in a long time, and for that I’m very grateful – so thank you very much!

I hope things get better for my family and I too. I’m just trying to think of all the good stuff that makes me smile and focusing on that instead, and I’m hoping that before I know it – maybe things won’t feel so hard anymore after a while. And you are a large part of all that good stuff, and I adore you for that, Scaley!

Thank you for sending this message to me and taking some time out of your day to make me feel better. I’m already feeling so much lighter and not so shut in anymore, and that’s a big improvement after the last couple of weeks. I hope to feel marginally better soon.

I love you, Scaley and you’re the best! And I hope things are going well for you too! I’ll be back on Discord to scream at you soon, I promise. Thank you so much and stay safe, I miss you !!

#&& make sure the stars is what you aim for (positivity)#kuebcko #/ ily scaley #/ thank you so much #/ where would i be without u #/ i always imagine just #/ hugging you really tightly when you send me things like this #/ thank you #/ you're such a wonderful blessing to my life and I'm too lucky #/ you're the best thank you #submission

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jjungkooksthighs · 4 years ago

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hihi ! its been a while since i checked in on you :(( im so sorry !! its like i made you the dashboard and then skidaddled, but its been so hectic with my dads condition and all. how are you? how are things? i hope theyre all going very very very well !! i saw people were being icky about coc and thats not nice. youre my favorite writer on here, so talented and the way your words flow have me entranced from the very beginning. everything you write is so lovely ! oh oh its my birthday this friday! it doesnt feel like its been a whole year, but ya know.. stuff happens. i understand your situation more than you know and i just wanna say that it gets better. financial struggles are hard but i promise it gets easier and so so much better. i wouldve done this unanimously but since its a bit personal i chose not to. i hope everything goes smoothly and you have a very very very merry christmas love 🥺💞

Your dad’s condition? Goodness, I hope you (and he) are okay. Also, you don’t ever have to apologize for the happenings of your life outside Tumblr. We are all human and I always want for you guys to take care of yourselves first! I just want you to know that I am rooting for you and your dad in his recovery! As for me, well... it’s been a very rocky walk in the metaphorical park for me since I I took a break from writing Claws of Carnality.

Since moving to a new apartment, I have been facing financial issues and have been struggling with money in all the expenses that come with literally just being alive. It is expensive to live and I have unfortunately begun to learn the hard way. My current job has drastically cut my hours due to COVID and because of that, I am finding it very difficult to pay for things without being reprimanded by a certain group of people around me. I’m actively trying to get a second job, but it is not easy with the virus and my options are limited despite the bachelor’s degree I will be earning in a week. I’m kind of at an impasse right now because of this whole job/financial situation and while there is a potential option to return to serving at a restaurant, I haven’t exactly had the most pleasant experiences doing that (it has been damaging to my mental health).

So yeah, I’m kind of in a bad spot right now, which is why you haven’t seen much writing from me lately. Speaking of which, your kind praise for COC and my writing has my heart doing happy flips in my chest. I can’t tell you how much that means to me that of all the talent on this platform, I’m your favorite. Thank you so much, my love. That is so heckin’ sweet. You really brightened up my day, so I appreciate you so much for that.

Also, happy early birthday, sweetling! I hope you have a day that is as wonderful as you! My birthday was like three weeks ago and I totally understand the sentiment in how time flies by. My mind got stuck in February before everything shut down and the virus swept my country, so the fact that it is now December just really has me sitting back to rub at my eyes and go: “Wow, we’re really at the end of this year, huh?”

With the holiday season upon us, i do hope that things will lighten up for me, but I don’t know. I hope so. Goodness, do I hope. Anyway, I hope you have a happy holiday as well, my darling. Stay safe!

Oh, and thank you for checking up on me, honey. I wish you all the best as well!

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maliasass · 7 years ago

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hey @lydiastxles, i know it’s technically an hour after your birthday now (and im really sorry), so this is now a (very slightly) late birthday gift. I wanted to write you stydia for your birthday bc you love them, but also im kind of terrible at writing this. So this if a happy medium, with a little bit of stydia, and a little bit of malira, and lots of platonic malydia banter. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it- i tried my best. I lvoe you lots and lots, and I hope you had an amazing birthday!

without further ado, i present scenes from the you & i are a symphony universe in Lydia’s perspective:

Lydia was busy folding Malia’s laundry (partially because she was a good roommate, and even more partially because it had been sitting there for a week and she needed to borrow the laundry basket), when Malia strolled back in, slamming the door behind her as she always did.

Lydia took one look at her wind tousled hair and the jacket she had thrown on over her leotard and asked “Roof?”

Malia nodded, and that was when Lydia noticed the weirdly dreamy look in her eyes.

Lydia knew what that usually meant. “Oh god, do you have a new girl? When do you need me out of the room?”

“No,” Malia shook her head quickly, “I’m not interested in anyone.”

Lydia raised her eyebrow. She also knew Malia well enough to catch her being defensive. “Hold on. Did you find a girl you like who isn’t throwing herself at your feet just because you’re a good kisser with a dancer’s body?”

Malia flopped down on her bed. “No. I told you, there’s no one.”

“You know, if someone doesn’t immediately confess their love for you, you could always try, well, trying. I can give you some tips,” Lydia kicked the mostly empty laundry basket to Malia, “ but only if you finish putting away your laundry.”

Malia chucked a pillow at Lydia (with much more force than strictly necessary), and then groaned and rolled over to face the wall.

Lydia wasn’t sure if that was a reaction to the teasing or the laundry. Probably both.

Lydia sighed and retrieved the laundry basket, then returned to shoving the clothes into Malia’s drawers (which were a disaster- she was going to have to make Malia organize them later).

“You know,” Lydia piped up, “next year, I’m going to live alone.”

Malia gave her the finger.

Lydia didn’t get any answers until the next day. She was studying in their dorm, while Malia was draped across her bed doing, well, whatever Malia did when she was ignoring her homework, when Malia suddenly piped up.

“Do you know Kira Yukimura?”

Lydia closed her book. Somehow, she knew this was going to take more than a one-word answer. “She’s in my history class.”

“Hmm.” Malia hummed.

“She’s pretty.” Lydia commented, thinking of Malia’s starry eyes after her tryst on the roof the other day. “Smart too. Super type A.”

Malia didn’t say anything, but Lydia knew she was listening.

“She plays the violin.” Lydia added. “Religiously. I’ve heard she’s top of her class.”

“Hmmm.” Malia repeated. “I’ve never her seen her before. Does she ever go to parties?”

Lydia shrugged. She only had one class with the girl. “I don’t think so.”

Malia tossed her pillow up in the air and then caught it. “Huh.”

“So when did you meet her?” Lydia pressed.

“I just ran into her the other day.” Malia said, all too casually.

“Why the questions then?” Lydia asked, “If you just ran into her.”

Malia shrugged. “I was just curious.”

“Sure.” Lydia said, “Just curious.”

“Yup,” Malia tossed her pillow again, and then was silent for a few seconds. She piped up again a moment later, staring at the ceiling, “She is pretty.”

“What did she say when you guys met?” Lydia asked.

Malia’s face scrunched up, “Don’t you have a textbook to read?”

Lydia raised her eyebrow. “Oh, so now you care about my education?”

“Education is very important, Lydia.” Malia said, keeping an impressively straight face.

“Alright, fine. You can tell me about your new crush on Kira later.” Lydia turned back to her textbook. She did have to study after all. And Malia would tell her. Eventually.

While Malia was (unbeknownst to Lydia) busy dragging Kira around town on their not-date, Lydia was having a much less fun night.

She made her way to the auditorium after dinner, where she found the scrawny brunette she assumed was her client waiting.

He sat up when he saw walking in, “You’re here.”

“Of course.” Lydia said, “I don’t get more tutoring jobs by showing up late.”

“Right.” He popped up to his feet and held out his hand to Lydia. “Stiles.”

“What the hell is a Stiles?”

“My name.” The boy- Stiles- clarified, “I mean, my real name is, well, you wouldn’t be able to pronounce it, but everyone just calls me Stiles.”

“Okay.” Lydia shook his hand, “I’m Lydia. So, what do you need help with? I usually do math or science, but-“

“Actually,” Stiles interrupted, rubbing the back of his neck, “I, uh-“ He trailed off.

Lydia raised her eyebrows. She didn’t have time for this. “Well?”

“I need you to teach me how to waltz.”

Oh no. Just because Lydia tutored people for extra money didn’t mean she would slow dance with any horny guy who paid her enough. “Why? You’re a little old for a bat mitzvah and a little young for a wedding.”

“I’m not a creep. Promise.” He said quickly, “Look, I’m an actor, and I got the lead role in this big student play, but there’s one scene where I’m supposed to waltz, and I kind of maybe said I already knew how in order to get the part.” He rocked nervously from one to the other, waiting for her response.

“So you’re not a creep, just a liar?” Lydia responded. “Huh.”

“If I learn to waltz before the show, than I’m not really a liar. Technically.”

Lydia turned to leave. “Good luck with that.”

“Wait,” He trailed after her, “Please? If you don’t help me, I’m just going to have to watch that scene from High School Musical 3 on repeat and try to copy Zac Efron and then my roommate will laugh at me and I’ll be a social outcast and die. Do you really want my death on your conscious?”

Lydia rolled her eyes. He was going to be a piece of work, but damn, she could still use the money. She turned back to Stiles. “If you try to cop a feel, I will break your hand.”

Stiles held his hands up in surrender. “Right! Just tell me what to do.”

“Alright,” Lydia strode onto the stage, expecting Stiles to follow, “Listen carefully, and follow my lead.”

Lydia leaned back on her bed, waiting for Malia to come back. She was going to need to ice her feet after all of the times Stiles had stepped on them in the past hour. God, you would think being an actor would require some coordination. How had he never fallen off a stage and killed himself? She looked at her phone. No texts from Malia. What was she up to? Normally she was only out late on weekends or when she had been hanging out with a new girl.

As if summoned by Lydia’s thoughts, Malia strode through the door at that moment, cheeks flushed and a small smile on her face.

“Did you find somewhere other than our room to have sex for once?” Lydia asked.

“Huh?” Malia flopped down on her bed, staring off into space. “No, I wasn’t having sex.”

“Really? Because that looks like your post-sex face.”

Malia scrunched up her nose. “I don’t have a post-sex face.” She paused for a second. “Do I?”

“Definitely.” Lydia said. “So what were you doing while you were not having sex?”

“I was out” Malia said, and then added “with Kira” under her breath.

“Sorry, did you say you were out with Kira?” Lydia sat up. “Cute nerdy violin Kira from the roof? You got her to go on a date with you?”

“It wasn’t a date.” Malia said quickly. “We were just hanging out.”

“Sure.” Judging by the post-sex face, there was definitely something more than hanging out going on. “What did you guys do?”

“None of your business.” Malia replied, but then sat up and faced Lydia. “I took her to Paisley’s.”

“Oh God, did you eat the meat pancakes in front of her? She’s never going to call you now.”

“Shut up.” Malia chucked a pillow at Lydia, but Lydia caught it.

“I’m going to keep this.” Lydia said, holding the pillow above her head like a trophy. “You’re going to run out of pillows eventually and then you’ll have to talk to me.”

“It wasn’t a date.” Malia said, again.

“Did you want it to be?”

“Careful, I have a lot of pillows left.” Malia shot back.

“Hey,” Lydia looked Malia up and down, “Weren’t you wearing your jacket earlier?”

Malia looked down, as if she hadn’t realized she wasn’t wearing it anymore. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay-“ Lydia began, but Malia cut her off.

“So how was your night?”

“Oh boy.” Lydia said. She wanted answers from Malia, but she also needed to complain about Stiles, and if there was one thing Malia was good for, it was telling Lydia how she would violently murder anyone who annoyed her, which was always strangely comforting. “So I had a new tutoring job-“

“Who slept in my bed?” Lydia said almost as soon as she stepped into the room, “I said I didn’t care if you had people over while I was at my mom’s, but please tell me you didn’t have sex in my bed. If this is about that fact that you haven’t washed your sheets in-“

“No one had sex in your bed.” Malia interrupted, mouth full of chips. “Promise.” She held out the bag of chips to Lydia, offering her one. “Also, I do wash my sheets.”

Lydia took a chip and sat down on her bed. “Then who slept in my bed?”

Malia stared at her feet. “Kira.”

Lydia tried to keep a straight face. “Violin Kira?”

“We didn’t have sex.” Malia said instead of answering. “She got locked out of her room and I offered-“ Malia trailed off.

“Okay, I get it.” Lydia said, “No sex.”

“Because we’re not together.” Malia added.

“Right.” Lydia said. “Of course not.”

“How was your mom?” Malia asked, but before Lydia answered, a small smile spread across her face and she said, “I got her to ride on my motorcycle.”

“With you driving?” Lydia snorted. That was a death wish. “She must really like you.”

“She doesn’t-“ Malia began, but Lydia cut her off.

“Just like you like her.” Lydia added.

“Who says I like her?” Malia said.

“Don’t bullshit me, Tate. I know you.”

Malia frowned, and then threw a pillow at Lydia for the 10th time that week.

Lydia caught it. “You know, you have way too many throw pillows.”

Lydia set the stack of folded clothes onto Malia’s bed.

Malia looked up from her laptop. “If that’s my laundry, I was totally going to get to that.”

“Nope,” Lydia said, “I did your laundry last week. Since I do all your chores and you never study, remind how you spend all of your time?”

Malia pretended to think about it. “Dancing and sex.”

“That sounds about right.” Lydia gestured to the pile of clothes, “And Kira gave these to me. Apparently you lent them to her.”

“Oh right.” Malia said, “Tell her thanks.”

“Tell her yourself.” Lydia shot back, “And tell her to give your stuff directly to you next time. I’m not your maid.”

“You basically are.” Malia pointed out.

“Shut up.” Lydia said. “Hey, do you want to tell me what you’re going to be for Halloween?” If she had to do Malia’s laundry, she was at least going to make some money off of being her roommate.

“Nope.” Malia responded, turning back to her laptop.

“No?” Lydia raised an eyebrow, “Even if I take you out to dinner with some of the money?”

“Nope.” Malia repeated, not looking up from the laptop.

Lydia frowned. “So you already told someone else? I’m hurt.”

“So how’s waltz boy?” Malia responded instead of answering.

Lydia knew Malia was trying to distract her (which meant that she had definitely already told somebody else what her costume was but didn’t want to admit it to Lydia), but she took the bait anyway. “Utterly incompetent.”

She had met with him a second time, and it had gone about as well as the first. He was improving, slowly, but if Lydia were a quitter, she would’ve given up. Luckily for Stilinski, if there was one thing Lydia wasn’t, it was a quitter. Especially when her tutoring reputation was at stake.

“So is he in love with you yet?” Malia asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Is he in love with you yet?” Malia repeated. “Come on, slow dancing all day with a hot piece like you? He’s got to be in love with you.”

“I’m tutoring him.” Lydia said plainly. For all his awkwardness, Stiles had been nothing but professional. Apparently he had heeded her warning from their first meeting.

“Mhmmm.” Malia replied suggestively.

Lydia rolled her eyes. That was never going to happen. “Maybe I’ll put $5 on you being an asshole for Halloween.”

“That’s the lamest costume idea I’ve ever heard. What do you think I am? Wait- don’t answer that.”

Lydia patted the clothes as she walked away, “Put these away, asshole.”

“Stiles, you have to put your hand on my back.” Lydia said for the third time.

“Right.” Stiles mumbled, awkwardly placing his hand near the small of Lydia’s back. “Is that okay?”

“Firmly.” Lydia commanded. “You’re leading, remember?”

“Right.” Stiles said again, though he didn’t hold Lydia with any more confidence.

Lydia sighed, but didn’t say anything. “Alright then, lead.”

“Now?” Stiles said, but apparently Lydia’s face gave him all the answer he needed. “Now. Okay. Right.”

Despite his words, he didn’t move.

Lydia sighed again. “Okay. I’ll count. Ready?”

“Ready.” Stiles said.

“1-2-3, 1-2-3” Lydia began, slowly at first, and working up to a normal tempo. Stiles stumbled through the first few counts, but began to find his footing. Lydia wondered if he’d been practicing on his own.

They stopped after a few minutes.

Lydia nodded. “Good job?”

“Good?” Stiles pumped his fist, “Hell yeah. You think I’ll be ready for rehearsal next week?”

“We’ll see.”

When Lydia made it back to the room Halloween night, Malia was already there, which was odd, because Malia was almost always out late.

“What happened to you?” Lydia asked, plopping down on her bed and kicking off her heels. “You abandoned me out there.”

“Sorry.” Malia muttered, but Lydia could tell she wasn’t really paying attention- mostly because Malia rarely apologized.

“So where were you?” Lydia asked again.

Malia still didn’t seem to be paying attention. She was staring up at the ceiling, with a dreamy look in her eyes that Lydia had never seen before. “She kissed me.”

“What?”

“She kissed me.” Malia repeated. She sat up and looked at Lydia, focus returning. “Kira.” She clarified. “Kissed me. Tonight.”

“Congratulations?” Lydia said.

Malia cocked her head. Clearly she had been thinking about this for a while. “I didn’t think she liked me.”

“I knew she liked you.” Lydia said. Anyone who could stick with Malia after the god-awful meat pancakes had to have some sort of thing for her.

“I think I want to date her.” Malia said. “Like date her date her.”

Lydia’s eyes widened. She had known Malia had a thing for Kira, but in the year and a half she had known her, she had never heard Malia say she wanted to date someone. Sure, she had been on plenty of dates, but none of them had turned into relationships. Lydia had been beginning to think Malia had a fear of commitment.

“Good for you!” Lydia hopped out of her bed to walk over and hug Malia. Malia made a weak attempt of shoving her off, before resorting to just groaning.

“Shut up.” Malia grumbled. “I don’t even know if she wants to date me.”

Lydia rolled her eyes. “She kissed you, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, but-“

“Malia,” Lydia said seriously, “I’ve met her a few times now, and I really don’t think Kira’s a kiss and run type of girl.”

Malia tried to act like that remark didn’t make her happy, but Lydia knew Malia too well for her to hide anything.

“How’s waltz boy?” Malia asked suddenly. She had a habit of changing the topic whenever they talked about emotions for too long.

“Stiles?” Lydia rolled her eyes, “Fine, I assume. He’s getting decent at the waltz.”

“I hate the waltz.” Malia mumbled (despite the fact that Lydia knew Malia had a gorgeous waltz, Malia had never been one for ballroom dancing). “And I meant how are you two doing?”

Lydia rolled her eyes. “We aren’t doing anything.”

“Mhmm.” Malia said.

This time, Lydia threw a pillow at her.

It was past one in the morning when Malia walked into the room.

“I was beginning to think you were dead.” Lydia said from her bed, where she had almost managed to fall asleep before Malia had flung the door open.

“Did I wake you up?” Malia asked.

“No.” Lydia answered, propping herself up on her elbows. “It’s a school night, you know.”

“Hmm?” Malia glanced at the clock, “Oh, yeah.”

“Alright, what’s on your mind?” Lydia said. Something was up with Malia, and she wasn’t going to get to sleep until she got it out of her.

“We’re a thing.” Malia said, and Lydia didn’t even stop to think about how odd it was for Malia to actually answer her question.

Lydia didn’t need clarification. Her and Kira. Of course it was her and Kira.

“Congratulations.” Lydia said, smiling. It was still dark in the room, but she knew Malia was smiling too.

“Shut up.” Malia responded, but with even less malice than usual (which wasn’t that much to begin with).

“Gladly.” Lydia said, and then lay back down, and slept like a baby.

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wordsfailing · 8 years ago

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how to say ‘fuck you’ in flowers.

[connor murphy x reader]

a/n: based of this au that i thought was super cute and also super fit for connor :-) sorry if it’s not that good,, im a sucky writer who’s trying their best :’)

word count: 1.9k

The flower shop had been in your family for decades. Some of your earliest took place with your parents carrying you down the aisles of flowers and succulents, telling you strange facts about them and each of their meanings–most of which have engraved themselves into your brain.

As time went on, your parents found other sources of income (since the flower shop just wasn’t enough), which left you to take care of the store by yourself. Not that you minded, of course, to you the shop was the only thing right about this broken world.

You opened today and most days with the intentions of it being a relatively slow day. There wasn’t any holiday coming up and Valentine’s day was a month ago. You figured you might get the odd husband getting flowers for an anniversary or someone getting flowers for a birthday. But for the most part, you knew today was going to be boring.

You stood behind the counter, absentmindedly watering the bouquets with the bright yellow can, staring out the window in the front of your shop watching people stroll by. Your attention was drawn to a brown-haired teenager, a look of irritation written all over his face. Maybe it was the frown etched into his face. Maybe it was how beautiful he was. But you could just about recognise the light eyes paired with the long hair, you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

The last thing you expected was for the man to enter your shop. But he did. The bell above the door rang and he stomped towards the counter, approaching you. He slammed 40 dollars onto the counter, “How do I passively-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?”

You eyebrows shot up in surprise, your mouth trying to form some sort of response but you didn’t expect those words to come out of his mouth. But you had to admit, the expletive that dripped from his mouth couldn’t have sounded sexier.

“I–um. Excuse me?” you asked, slightly confused. The man, who must have realised what just came out of his mouth, sighed. He relaxed his tense shoulders and looked you in the eye. And you couldn’t help but notice how his blue eyes had a few hints of brown in them. Quite beautiful really.

“Sorry. That-that came out wrong.” the man said with the smallest of laughs. You shook your head.

“No. You’re fine, I just…” you trailed off, trying to think of the right thing to say. “I just wasn’t sure if I heard you correctly. It isn’t everyday that someone comes in with a request like that.” you replied with a sheepish smile, that was returned but the beautiful boy in front of you. You could practically feel the multiple shades of red and pink creep onto your cheeks.

“Sorry,” he repeated. “It’s a long story–”

“I’ve got time. That is, if you want to talk about it.” you smiled lightly with a shrug. You really weren’t expecting him to take the offer; who would want to share something seemingly pretty personal with someone they hardly knew? But a part of you was secretly hoping he’d confide in you because who wouldn’t want to converse with a beautiful human being?

He pulled up one of the metal barstools and leaned his elbows on the counter, running his hands through his hair. “Well, I just started high school, just a few blocks from here actually–“

You jaw dropped slightly and that’s when you realised who you were talking to. Connor Murphy was sitting just opposite you. Obviously you heard a lot of talk about him through school, most people thought his was a freak but you weren’t so quick to believe that. If you were totally honest you found him quite cute.

“Your Connor Murphy, yeah? I know your sister.”  

“Uh, yeah,” he sighed. “And don’t even get me started on my sister. That’s who the flowers are for.”

You nodded understandingly, though there was a twinge of surprise in your face.

“Anyway, I just started high school and it feels like my entire life is falling apart. My parents fucking hate me and their entire lives revolve around my sister, like they couldn’t give less of a shit about me. So I’m being forced to buy a present for Zoe’s birthday.” Connor laments. “I figured a nice passive-aggressive bouquet of flowers would be the perfect present.”

You laughed a bit. “That certainly is an odd request, but I think I can help you!”

“You can help me?” Connor asked, his face lighting up and you nodded.

“Of course! That’s my job.” you stood up, motion of the boy to follow you. He trailed behind you, shadowing you around the aisles of flowers, watching as you picked out a flowers.

“First geraniums which symbolise stupidity,” you say motioning to the orange-red flower. “Then foxglove for insincerity and meadowsweet for uselessness. Yellow carnations say ‘you have disappointed me’ and orange lilies for hatred.”

He watched as you effortlessly tied a white bow around the bundle of flowers and wrapped the stems in plastic.

“You know, if I hadn’t just heard all those meanings, I would’ve thought these flowers meant something beautiful,” Connor said, resting his hand on his head once you were back at the counter. You giggled.

“I mean, the bouquet itself is quite beautiful, though, if you wanted a passive way of telling someone off, this it it!” you said cheerfully arranging the flowers nicely.

“Well thanks for the help, (Y/N),” he said sincerely. You brushed it off, though you blushed at his first use of your name.

“It was no problem. It’s not everyday that I get to make an arrangement that means anything less than ‘I love you’ or ‘happy birthday’ or whatever holiday it happens to be. So the pleasure is all mine.” Connor nodded with a smile. You could see that he was wanting to ask something else, but you didn’t pry.

“That would be $25 dollars.” you said as he slid you the forty dollars he previously slammed on the counter not ever fifteen minutes ago.

You proceeded to make out his change before his voice stopped you. “No, no. You can keep the change.”  You looked up in surprise, wondering why he’d just give away fifteen dollars. “Are you sure? Why would you just give me money?”  

“Will that fifteen dollars get you to show me what flower someone would buy to ask someone on a date?” he said with a shy smile not able to look you in the eye any longer.

Your heart sank slightly. There was a small sliver of you was hoping he was wanting to ask you on a date, but the chances of that happening where very minuscule. You knew you shouldn’t feel so down, you hardly knew the guy after all.

“I guess roses would be the way to do that. But I think roses are a little over done. I’d either go for their favourite flower if you know. Or a pink carnation which means deep love or affection.” you perched your lips to the side, trying to think of something else. “Oh! Or tulips! Those represent declaration of love.” you said making eye contact with Connor, suddenly losing all the words you were going to say. “Those are my favourite for an occasion like that.” you said quietly a light blush covering your cheeks.

You handed him the bouquet of flowers he initially bought, his hands brushing against yours for a long period of time. Not that you were complaining.  

“Thank you for the help, (Y/N).” Connor said with a small smile. You nodded appreciatively as you watched Connor Murphy walk out of her shop, regret filling you to the brim, wishing you’d stopped him.

It had been a couple of days since the encounter with Connor and you couldn’t seem to get the boy out of your head. You knew it was silly. It was just a stupid little crush and you’d get over it in a few days. In school, the two of you never talked and if you happened to walk by each other in the halls the two of you would send friendly smiles to the other. You were secretly wishing he’d come up and talk to you and try to make a move, but you knew not to get your hopes up.

Thankfully, your days at the shop had been pretty busy so your mind was occupied with something other the Connor. Apparently a lot of people really wanted to get married this month for some reason.

But now it was near closing time and you decided to close-up a bit earlier than normal, not really feeling up for staying late. You turned the sign to closed and began watering some of the plants that needed it. You’d only just started when you heard a light knock on the door.

You were prepared to turn around and explain to the person, who clearly didn’t read the sign, that you were closed, but the words caught in your throat when you saw Connor Murphy. You set down the watering can and went to open the door.

“Connor, hi!” you said, not bothering to hide the surprise in your voice. “Surprise visit?” Connor shrugged and you noticed he had one hand behind his back, but you didn’t want to give it to much though, although you felt your anxiety rising.

“The flowers work out okay?” you asked and he nodded.

“They obviously didn’t know the meaning and now they’re actually acknowledging me for doing something good for once; well, my mom is, my dad still hates me. But, whatever, it did the trick.” Connor responded, ending his sentence with a small smile.

“That’s… good. But uh, what are you doing here?” you said not thinking about the words until you saw Connor’s face dim. “Not that I’m not happy to see you!” you follow up quickly.

The boy looked down at his feet momentarily shuffling, then looking back up at you. “I, um,” he started. “You remember how I asked you about flower meanings for asking someone out the other day?”

You nodded slowly. You really hoped Connor wasn’t about to tell you about that flower working out too.

“Yeah?” you said cautiously, wondering where he was going with this. You questions was answered when Connor brought his hand out from behind his back, presenting you with a bouquet of pink, yellow, and purple tulips.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“I was… sort of hoping that–well…” he struggled with his words. You reached out and hesitantly took the flowers from his hand. You inspected and a small smile appeared on your face.

“I was hoping you might join me for ice cream or something tonight? I mean–Only if you want to! I know it’s kinda short notice but I really liked talking to you the other day. If you don’t like ice cream–“

You smiled at his rambling before cutting him off. “For your information, I love ice cream. Let me finish closing up here?” you asked.

Connor grinned and nodded.

“Feel free to sit at the counter. I shouldn’t be long.” The two of you shared a smile and your heart fluttered as you set the tulips in a pale blue vase on the counter.

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