#and then it said i requested unblocking too many times i have to 'wait'

[skitskatdacat63]

I hate when apps temporarily block your acct bcs "suspicious activity", yeah yeah I understand it's for security measures BUT PLEASE IM JUST BAD AT REMEMBERING PASSWORDS, LET ME LIVE 😭😭

[izvmimi]

mimiloves! for your drabble game, can i request shinso with the #8?

a clock ticks, ticks, ticks in the corner of a nearly empty living room. it's decorated in a spartan fashion, sparse furniture aside from one couch and a single end table with a dim lamp suggesting that it's barely lived in. you're seated on the couch, waiting. you know you shouldn't be here.

hitoshi should be here any time now. multiple messages and calls he's blocked and you're too selectively prideful to send emails or resort to socials (although he'll probably have you blocked there as well). regardless, you still need to see him. it's a desire deep in your bones, a drive as compelling as what can be induced by his Quirk. time continues to pass, and the rushing of blood in your ears is so loud, painfully so.

he doesn't understand. he can't possibly understand what it's like for you to imagine the rest of your life without him, not after your extensive planning for the future, and definitely not after the time you spent caring for him, loving him, making sure he grew into the Hero he never though he could become. even if you carted all your things out of your shared home, you haven't been able to remove him from your heart.

when hitoshi finally arrives, he's barely startled to even see you there. after all, he didn't bother to change the passcode, and given that he is just as insane as you are, he's unblocked and re-blocked your phone number enough times to know just how many times you've tried.

"why are you back? i meant what i said," he says, coolly. you know to give yourself a few moments to prevent him from using his Quirk, the thing he said he'd never use against you, then smile despite your eyes welling up in tears.

"i thought we could talk, 'toshi."

he watches you for a moment, cool, cruel violet eyes studying your countenance. you look hurt, but otherwise well contained, not the disheveled mess he's heard through voicemail messages or the prideful bitch he'd hoped he could push you into becoming. just yourself, distanced from him, sad but not torn apart. it annoys him that despite your behavior, you look like you're carrying on without him.

he grits his teeth.

"there's nothing more to say."

you rise to your feet, slowly advancing. tentative and careful, like a human would approach a hurt animal, as though you're not the one that's pathetic, slipping in here, begging for him to change his mind about the two of you.

your hands reach and press against the sides of his face. he stiffens, his heart stops, then races, but he can't bring himself to pull them off of him.

"please," you whisper. hitoshi swallows. he's used as much power as he could to steel himself with anger and avoidant behavior but the feel of your touch is as usual more than he can ever handle.

but it's too late now.

and yet he practically trembles as you look up at him, wet eyes impossible to deny anything - he loves you, and you know what you're doing, you know that he can't refuse you when you're in front of him, face to face like this. his hands cover yours, slowly, carefully, and you imagine he'll pull them off, and hurt you with his words again, but instead he asks.

"do you even really love me?"

"yes," an automatic response. your eyes go white and shinsou's voice shakes as he commands you to turn, and walk right back out that door.

prompt inspo here.

[kingsansa]

Theyne theyne theyne theyne

Thank you thank you thank you thank you

🖤🖤🖤🖤

(Not to ask for more immediately or anything but anything rolling around for Bee Stung!Verse?)

Olive Garden shouldn’t exist.

By principle, things that piss Theon off should not exist.

They have champagne glasses waiting at their table by default, resting atop an official looking white table cloth that he loathes with all of his being. There’s a photograph of a couple embracing literal feet away. There are way too many children in here—which shouldn’t surprise him at two pm—and every single one of them, along with their parents and grandparents look at him funny, and Theon almost wishes he said fuck it all to hell and brought her later. But later, the restaurant would have been low lit and there would have been candles everywhere and there would be no mistaking it as anything but a date.

He is certain Jeyne would look 30% more smug than she does now, and while that doesn’t seem possible in this moment, he’s certain that he’ll look back and be glad about this one day. One day.

People don’t look at her funny.

That barely pubescent waiter—who’d actually bitten his lip as she walked by, then not-so-casually walked all the way across the room to pull out her chair—doesn’t count. She keeps her elbows off the table even when she isn’t eating and she adds a soft please at the end of every request and she does not let her purse touch the floor and when she smiles at people, they smile back—

Jeyne Poole is, for all intents and purposes, a nice girl.

When she chooses not to be a raging bitch.

She’s elected to just be irritating today—the species’ natural state, as a National Geographic narrator would say. She didn’t kiss him when she got in the car and she thanked that stupid little shit of a waiter after he pushed her chair back in and she’d chirped, You can never go wrong with pasta, and she’s staring at him like she’s won something, all self satisfied and adorable, and—

This is definitely a date.

Theon would be despairing if her halter dress wasn’t cut so low.

“You said you had something to say to me.”

She’s currently managing to make nibbling on a breadstick look elegant and he’s wondering how he made it one day, let alone two, without looking at her mouth when her words register with him. Chafe at him.

“I sent you money and I still have to apologize?”

She blocked him on everything, and the only way he had to communicate with her was cashapp. Unblock me, he said, along with $50. Cheap, she’d sent back, along with a request for $50 more. Don’t piss me off, he’d sent back.

Along with 80 more dollars, but that’s besides the point.

Nonplussed, Jeyne shrugs. “That was an unblocking fee.”

He notices that her nails are now done.

He wonders how they would look, how they’d feel—

If he wants to find out, he should probably get this over with.

“Sorry about the other night.” Theon forces out. “I got—busy.”

Jeyne averts her eyes, fingers curling around nothing. Her jaw tightens.

“I was worried.” She says under her breath, hesitant and soft.

He knows that’s not nobody’s fault but his own.

They don’t usually last long enough to worry. The girls. He rotates them in and out every couple weeks or so, one at a time because he doesn’t have time to screw around like he used to. Sometimes they know that he doesn’t have the most ideal job and sometimes they don’t. Whatever they know is all they know. He doesn’t let them in close enough to allow them to know more.

It’s harder with Jeyne because he thinks he might want her to. Just a little.

“Sorry.” He says again, and he means it.

Jeyne looks away, struggling to put her own walls up. A byproduct of his, flimsy and made of straw.

“I need a drink.” She picks the menu back up to hide her face.

Theon grins at that. “You’re beautiful.”

“Stop.” She huffs, small and embarrassed, and when he drags her chair closer to his underneath the table, he sees her shoulders shake with a silent, tiny laugh.

But he’ll take it.

[missymurphy1985]

The Extra (part 9)

Warning - illness, mentions of death

Authors Note - I have personal experience of this horrific disease - I hope I don't upset anyone with it, but it's a topic very close to my heart.

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A month had passed since you'd deleted his number and blocked him. You were staring at the letter in your hand, shaking. You knew this day was coming, but you'd pushed it so far down that you had only truly thought about it when Cillian had told you he loved you.

You'd told Liane the truth. Why you couldn't commit to him, even though you desperately wanted to. Truth be told you'd fallen for him just as hard - and that's exactly why you'd pushed him away. It was bad enough you had to live with this, you couldn't force someone else to. She'd encouraged you to get tested - and you knew she was right. It was time you took your life in your hands once and for all. You'd spent too many years since your mother's and sister's untimely deaths burying it.

Picking up the phone, you dialled the number, heart pounding. The receptionist answered.

"Morning. My name is y/n y/l/n. I had some tests. I've had a letter to say the results are in?"

"Can I ask what the test was for?" The receptionist asked.

"My GP referred me. It's for the breast cancer gene. I'd like to know if I carry it."

"Let me check our records Miss Y/L/N. Yes, I have your results here. Would you be available to come in this afternoon? We've had a cancellation?"

"Can you not tell me over the phone?"

"I'm not allowed to, the doctor has requested to see you in person." Your heart lurched, that was never a good sign.

You immediately wanted to call Cillian, but remembered you didn't have his contact details any more. You called Liane instead. She would pick you up at 2pm and go with you to the appointment.

Sat in the waiting room, Liane held you hand to calm you. Your nerves were in tatters. This disease had already taken so much from you - your mum, your older sister, two cousins... You knew there was a strong chance it was going to take you, too. The doctor called you through.

"Your results are here y/n. And I'm pleased to inform you -"

"What?" You gasped. The doctor smiled and took your hands in hers.

"Y/n, you don't carry the gene. It isn't there - your chances of developing breast cancer are no higher than mine, or Joan Bloggs on the street. You're going to be okay." Even the doctor had tears in her eyes. Liane was gobsmacked. You just burst into tears.

"I'm not going to die?"

"Oh honey if I had the cure for that I'd be a millionaire!" She laughed, you did too. You felt like the world had just been lifted off your shoulders, taking a dark cloud with it. A dark cloud you'd been living with for nearly 10 years. The real reason you'd split with your ex. The reason you refused to get your breasts out for auditions. The real reason you backed away from a life in acting. You didn't see the point if you weren't going to be here for the long haul... But now?

Now you'd been given a new life. A new start. And your thrown away the best chance of happiness you'd ever had in one stupid click of a button.

Liane noticed your sadness in the car on the way home. You suddenly realised you weren't actually heading home though, you were on the M6 heading to Wolverhampton.

"Erm.. where are we going?" You asked, seeing the sign for Wolverhampton fly past.

"Road trip."

"Destination?"

"It's a surprise!! Do you trust me?"

"Always..."

"Then don't ask questions."

You rolled your eyes and figured you were probably en route to Bicester Village in Oxford. That was your happy place - a day of shopping, good food, few drinks in the evening... Before long though, your eyelids grew heavy. You always fell asleep on car journeys, this one was no different. Within ten minutes you were out cold.

You felt Liane nudge you gently, waking you. Opening your eyes, you looked around, expecting to see the car park. Instead you saw terraced houses, a green park, and a street sign with 'London Borough - Kilburn' on it.

"Why am I in London??" You asked. Liane shrugged her shoulders.

"Fancied a change - never been before! Just got on the motorway and drove. Been years since we've done that hasn't it! Just drove with no destination?" You grinned, remembering the random road trips you used to take years ago. You'd ended up all over the UK, even catching a ferry to Amsterdam one Friday night just because you were bored!

"So what's the plan?"

"Let's go explore!" She paid for the parking via an app on her phone and you both climbed out the car. The houses were all Victorian style and beautiful. The park was glorious - the sun shining on it beautifully. Liane suggested a picnic in the park first to line your stomachs, then cocktails.

"Aren't you driving us home later?"

"Yes - I'll be on the mocktails! Come on, let's go find food... There's loads of little deli places over there!"

Picnic done, it was cocktail time. Sadly, there didn't appear to be a cocktail bar anywhere near... But there was a nice looking pub over the road. Settling on a normal G&T, you both made your way over. Liane sent you inside to get the drinks while she sat in the beer garden out the back.

Heading outside with two G&Ts, you looked around for her but she was nowhere to be found. You quickly scanned inside again just to make sure you'd not missed her. Setting the drinks down on a bench outside, you waited. Must've gone to the toilet. Taking your phone out you sent her a text letting her know where you were.

Ten minutes passed - still no sign. You were worried now. A ping on your phone.

"For god's sake woman open your eyes and look in the corner!!" Liane... What the hell? You looked up and nearly dropped your phone. Sitting ten feet away from you, on his own... Holding his phone in his hand and staring at you the same way you were staring at him. In complete disbelief.

He looked back at his phone and shook his head. Both of you realising you'd been set up. Completely played.

He stood up, you were convinced he was going to leave but he didn't. He sat opposite you instead.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hey..."

"Can I talk before you do?" He asked. You nodded.

"I know... I didn't... Fuck this makes so much more sense in my head..." He laughed.

"Can I talk instead?" He nodded. You took a deep breath and told him the truth. About your family. The deaths. The illness. The tests.. and the results.

"That's why I pushed you away. That's why I push everyone away. But you were the first one I pushed that I regretted... I regretted it so much because no one had ever made me feel as alive as you did. No one made me float on air like you did. No one made me forget about this cloud hanging over me like you did..."

"You thought I'd leave you if you had the gene?"

"My Dad left when my mom was diagnosed. He couldn't handle it so he bailed. Wasn't a great role model."

"Your dad's a dick. I'm not." His brutal, dead pan response made you laugh. In fact you didn't just laugh, you were in hysterics. He laughed with you, and took your hands in his.

"If I promise not to tell you I love you, will you let me see you?"

"No."

"Erm... Okay?"

"I want you to tell me you love me, if you mean it. Then I'll decide."

"Y/N... I. Love. You. I fucking love you. I adore you. I've had the most miserable four weeks of my life thanks to you!" He laughed.

"Yeah I'm sorry about that.."

"It's okay. You can make it up to me."

"You're giving me a second chance?"

"I never gave up on the first one. But this time, we take it slow. Get to know each other. I'll start by asking if I can take you out to dinner tonight?"

"I have nothing with me... All my stuff's at home..."

"Fair enough. Then we have two choices. You go shopping with Liane and get yourself something.. or go home and we can arrange to meet another time?"

"I'm already here, and shopping was on our to do list. Dinner tonight sounds lovely."

"Unblock my number. I'll text you the details later, okay?" He finished his drink and pulled his jacket on, quickly typing a text as you unblocked his number. If only you'd known it was that easy to get his contact details again... The message pinged through.

"Thank you..." You smiled reading it. He leaned over and kissed your cheek softly, before walking away. Glancing back, smiling, as he left the pub.

Liane was with you in seconds.

"You sneaky little shit, how did you do this??" You laughed.

"Anto contacted me last week, said he was sick of Cillian moping. We kinda worked together... Are you mad at me?"

"Not at all. Where's Anto?"

"Right here." Anto appeared out of nowhere and you threw your arms around him.

"Thank you. For everything?"

"No need to thank me. This was Liane's idea. Bit of a rush to sort once you'd got those results but luckily you live 3 hours away and you sleep like the dead!" He laughed. "Now get yourself gone - you have a date to prepare for!"

[wastelandcth]

Afterglow - cth

summary: you love living in the afterglow of performing, but a fight between you and calum leaves you in a haze. 

author’s notes: this is based off the song afterglow by taylor swift! i hope you enjoy! 

warnings: angst, mentions of cigarettes. 

masterlist || request || more songs for calum

Being a singer-songwriter had always felt like a dream, something you kept hidden in the back of your brain, the ultimate what-if. You had never imagined that one day you'd be on stage singing songs you wrote in your childhood bedroom and listening to the world sing them back. It had happened so quickly you almost forgot how to breathe. One second you were a nobody online sharing short videos of you singing and then the next you were signing a contract with a record label and going around the world. It almost seemed unreal, like you would wake up one day and all of the screams and flashing lights would disappear right under your feet. 

And then there was Calum. 

You first saw him at an award show. When the hectic moments between sets caused you both to be across the hallway from one another and his brown eyes met yours. The soft smiles exchanged between the two of you were more than enough to calm your nerves as you stepped out onto the stage and sang your latest single. You didn't know it then, but when your eyes met, Calum had wanted nothing more than to have your attention all the time. He hadn't even said a word to you, only looked at you in the lowlights of the backstage area and he already wanted to know everything about you. Even as his bandmates tugged him back to their seats in the crowd before your set began, Calum couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever had a chance to talk to you. 

When performing, a lot of things run through your mind; like whether you're on beat with the song or if you're going to run into the piano behind you. It had been something you had needed to get used to quickly, learning how to put on a performance instead of just sitting in front of your phone and singing. While you had learned to love performing in front of crowds and put on a show, you loved nothing more than when the songs were done and the lights went out. You loved how the crowds hurt your ears and when all you could see was a sea of lights and flashes in front of you. You could perform a thousand shows and your favorite part would always be living in the afterglow of the music and cheers. 

The second time you saw Calum had been when you walked out of the crowded arena, the lights barely bright enough for you to see the path that lead out to the car that was waiting to take you back home. You'd played your last show of the tour and all you wanted to do was shower before you would have to be dragged off to some after-party to drink and dance the night away. But when you spotted him off to the side, a cigarette in his hand as the smoke he exhaled floated into the sky and disappeared a few feet above his head, you couldn't help but feel like you needed to say something. 

"You look like you're running away from something," Calum mumbled, another puff of smoke floating up before his head turned to face you, "I was hoping to actually talk this time, instead of just watching from the crowd."

"I didn't think you'd still be here. Label invites don't really usually stick around too after the show is done," you mumbled, watching as he dropped the cigarette and crushed it under the sole of his boot, the crunch and thud of his boot bringing goosebumps to your skin.

"Not just another label invite, am I? Or is that all you think me to be?"

"Guess we'll have to find out, huh?"

It had started off as two people crushed against one another, the loud music deafening out any chance for conversation. Then when the drinks that seemed to be handed out every few minutes were introduced, your hands found their way to his waist, where you made sure he wouldn't leave your side. As the night progressed, the touches did too, and before you knew it morning had come and the sunlight was bouncing off his skin as he let out soft snores. 

That's what dating Calum had always been. A rush of emotions where you two took everything the other had to give and worried about the consequences later on. It was late nights when one of you had flown in for a few hours together and early mornings waking up alone while the other flew off to a new city. Being with Calum was soft words whispered in passing moments and sharing studios because it was one of the only times you two could be in the same city for longer than a night. It was video calls that lasted only minutes but those small eternities were shared between the two of you and that was all worth it.  It was chaotic and crazy but you wouldn't trade it for the world, you wouldn't trade Calum for anything. 

That was until the newspaper article came out. 

You'd woken up alone like you usually did, the phone next to your head buzzing away. The bed was warm, meaning Calum hadn't left too long ago and as you tried your best to drift back off for a few more minutes, the buzzing continued.  Your eyes barely focused, the harsh sunlight coming in from the window next to you was blinding and the only words you could make from the screen in front of you made your throat burn with bile. 

Calum, Single, Public Stunt. 

The article had been sent to you by your family and friends, many of them asking whether it was true and others asking if you needed anything. You didn't answer any of them, your hands were shaking and the anger that seemed to start at your stomach and rise up to the top of your head had made your jaw clench. As you scrolled through the article, laughing at yourself over how blind you had been and how much of an idiot they'd all made you seem, tears rolled down your cheeks. It wasn't until Calum's name popped up on your phone that you let out the shaky breath your tears had been holding in. 

"Ba-"

"So you lied that night. You looked me in the eyes and lied to my face," you muttered, your voice dripping with hurt and anger towards the man on the other line, "You know, people warned me about you and I just brushed them off because I believed in you! I believed you were better than the rumors! I believed you were more than someone looking to stay relevant in the spotlight by fucking me."

"Honey, you don't understand, this isn't what it looks like!" Calum defended, his own voice shaking as he tried to explain himself. 

"So you didn't talk to me because your label wanted to create more publicity for your band? You know they asked me to do the same thing? But I'm a decent human being and told them no, because I thought better of you and what you stood for, I guess I'm the idiot who thought that, huh?" you asked, your jaw clenching as the man you'd come to love stuttered, "Don't ever talk to me again, we're done."

"No, you just-"

"Fuck you, Calum." 

Anger had consumed you for weeks on end. The media barely saw or heard from you ever since the story had come out. Your family hadn't even been around much, you'd blocked everyone out, opting to lock yourself in a studio and write for hours on end. Your phone had been shoved into a bag and hadn't left for weeks, the constant ringing and notifications brought your anger to a new high and it had been better to just ignore everything. 

You hadn't spoken to Calum. His contact had been blocked and you weren't sure you'd ever want to unblock it again. The silence left the whole in your heart from growing, left you numb and staring down at the pages and pages of songs you knew would never be heard. Life felt like you had lost a fistfight and every time you found yourself awake in the early hours of the morning in an empty bed,  you hated the reminders he'd left. 

The letter arrived one morning when your mind was too exhausted to write and where your couch seemed like the comfiest place on Earth. The doorbell had rung and the sound of a letter falling onto the floor rang throughout the silence of your home. Your head had poked up from the couch long enough to see the envelope, yellow and taunting with familiar handwriting. It had laid there for hours that day, staring back at you whenever you walked by and it wasn't until you were laying in bed that night staring at the ceiling that you'd had enough of its taunting. 

"I know you might not believe it. But it's all here, the truth and more. Love Cal x" 

Your shaky hands read through the pages and pages of letters. Some from Calum to you, others were transcripts of emails or text messages. But they all told the truth, that Calum had never agreed to date you as a publicity stunt, that he dated you because he wanted to. You read through the emails he'd sent his label, asking for tickets to the sold-out tour to be able to see you. Suddenly, it had all made sense, why he'd been at the show alone and why he'd been so nervous when you'd caught him smoking outside alone. The pages you'd been holding were crinkled, tears smudging the ink that Calum had written showed his pain and hurt that you'd caused. With shaky breaths, you walked to your office, the piano that had remained untouched Calum had last been there an inviting sight. The seat was cold against your skin and the keys felt like strangers against your fingertips. The night went on, the moon and stars disappearing behind the morning glow and you kept on singing and writing until the alarm on your phone rang throughout the house. 

"I wrote this song for...for the mistakes I made and I hope that those mistakes can be forgiven," you mumbled into the microphone, feeling the radio host's eyes on you as you took a deep breath, "And that the afterglow can be where we meet again." 

The drumbeat was loud in your ears, matching your own heartbeat as your voice followed a few seconds after. You didn't even know if Calum would be listening, you hoped he was but after your fight and how you'd blocked him out for six months, you could only hope. The song played out for the world to hear, the smile on your face only for show as you counted down the time until the interview was over and you could go check your phone. 

"Oh looks like we have a caller for you," the radio host broke you out from your thoughts, "Caller, you have the airwaves!"

"I think that was a beautiful song," a familiar Australian accent rang in your ears, bringing goosebumps to your skin, "I'm sure whoever it's about would be more than willing to meet you in the afterglow."

"I hope he does." 

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[robinofinashiro]

request by anonymous: “can i get some my hero angst. maybe where there’s an argument between them and the reader and it blows up terribly. you can decide on the rest of the details. two characters is fine!”

request status: CLOSED

characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Mirio Togata

Bakugou Katsuki: 

you two were practically a match made in heaven. it wasn’t easy to tell that you held Bakugou down without much trouble. some praised while some were just genuinely confused. 

but because of that, there were some things that did tick the both of you off. the two of you had very ‘aggressive’ sides to each other and when arguments did happen, good lord, help any person who was around to hear it. the loudness happening between the two of you could be rivaled to that of present mic’s booming voice. 

the thing that caused this argument was how Bakugou kind of didn’t like how comfortable you were around your friends (specifically the boys). you were very laid back, not caring how you talked or ate, and while the boys no problem in it, it irked Baku’s nerve. sometimes he just wished you were a bit more feminine. 

+

you were sitting down with Kaminari and Sero having coffee after class. Friday nights you usually spent your night with them, relaxing after a hard week, and really just trying have fun with each other before the week started up again. 

Bakugou on the other hand had a terrible day to say the least. he got bitched at by Aizawa, Midoriya had beat him in training, and you were just not there dotting on him as you should have. you were with Kaminari and Sero, laughing and talking with him. 

as you took another sip of your coffee, you let an unintentional burp out, not realizing how loud it was. Kaminari’s eyes widened as Sero started to laugh hysterically. you covered your mouth in embarrassment as Bakugou rolled his eyes. 

“you might as well grow a dick if you’re going to act like that.” 

you immediately looked to Bakugou, your eyes fluttering to anger and confusion, “excuse you?” you asked. it wasn’t hard to tell. whenever you got pissed off, it was easy to see the rage in your eyes and your jaw clenching almost immediately. 

“you heard what I said. it’s like you have no manners,” Bakugou retaliated. you scoffed, “please, like you’re the last one to talk about having manners Mr.I get pissed off at any living and breathing thing,” you retorted. 

Sero and Kaminari remained silent, not really knowing how to leave the situation. Bakugou, this time, laughed as you drank your coffee, waiting for his response. 

“at least I have table manners. it isn’t lady like. at least girls like Mina don’t do things like that and don’t even get me started on your mouth. it’s like you’re trying to break us up.” 

this time, your eyes widened but not in anger, in sadness. Bakugou had never compared you to someone before. he had never shown you this side before and frankly, you had no idea how to respond. 

“fine.” 

you grabbed your coffee cup, slamming it in the sink before basically charging up the stairs to your dorm room. Sero and Kaminari gave him a look before awkwardly. Bakugou had never argued this badly with you before and he had no idea that in the heat of the moment, he basically insinuated that he wanted to break up. 

Bakugou growled at himself, immediately texting you that he was sorry but what he got in return was a delivered sign before it read that he was no longer able to send or receive messages from you. you had blocked his number and honestly, he understood why. 

the next morning, he woke up in a worse mood. you were not bothering him with a million messages, his number was still blocked but the slight upside to this was that you were downstairs eating breakfast and in a better mood from what he could tell. 

he groggily made his way downstairs to see you with Kaminari and Midoriya which immediately put worsened his mood. you were still the same old you but as soon as you realized he walked, you remained silent, not speaking which threw Midoriya off but Kaminari quietly told him he’d tell him later. 

Bakugou remained in the kitchen for a while as he made his breakfast. in that time, the conversation was still going but you were practically silent the entire time and whenever you did speak, it looked like you watched what you were saying and kept your voice EXTREMELY quiet. 

he found it weird to not see you in your usual personality. you weren’t as excited or loud as you usually were. your attitude went a full 360 every time he was around you for the rest of the weekend. you had unblocked his number, him immediately apologizing as you gave him a simple ‘it’s fine’ as a reply. 

come Monday morning, all of you had class again. you had made it to class before Bakugou did as you were just hanging Kirishima and Sero. you personality was back to it’s original state but as soon as Bakugou walked in, you fell silent. he walked over to you, putting his arm around you. 

the conversation went to a few murmurs with you only speaking up quietly every so often. everyone throughout the day could tell the switch in your personality every time Bakugou was around. you went from your usual self to as quiet as Momo. 

Bakugou noticed. he would be an idiot not to see it. he saw the way you were with everyone else, loud, excitable, slightly annoying, but as soon as he walked in, you did the flip and just stayed quiet. once the day ended, he was above the point of being annoyed. he was pissed off at himself because he hurt the one person who meant the world to him. 

you had made your way to your room after class ended to get work done. you were studying for a Hero Law’s exam, dry texting Bakugou before hearing a bang on your door. you had felt yourself jump out of your skin in fright before approaching the door. 

“hey,” you said quietly to Bakugou. he didn’t say much before basically slamming your door shut, “what the fuck is wrong with you? you’ve been acting weird since we’ve fought and even after I apologized,” he stated. 

you didn’t know what to say so you stayed quiet for a moment. he huffed as you finally looked up at him, “you said you wanted someone ladylike and feminine so I became what you wanted,” you muttered. 

Bakugou sighed, of course that was why you were acting all weird. he grabbed your hand and while you wanted to pull he away, he didn’t let you, “stop. i was being a dick. i didn’t mean any of that. i was having a bad day. you’re fine and you shouldn’t change who you are because of my dumbass,” he practically begged. 

you sighed, finally relaxing into his touch. 

mirio togata: 

it wasn’t a secret. mirio was a flirt with many people. that was just who he was but as soon as he laid his eyes on you, it was over. he wanted to flirt with you and you only. it was practically love at first sight more him. 

but that didn’t stop his flirtatious ways from coming up again after a few months of dating. you saw him talking to girls the same way he did when he first showed interest in you, sometimes even flirting with your closest friend, and while it didn’t bother you at first, it slowly crept up to burning jealousy. 

tamaki and nejire had noticed your saddened expression whenever he did that and tried comforting you whenever they could but they could tell it was coming in one ear and going out the other. 

it was getting harder and harder to catch his attention and you felt that as his girlfriend, you shouldn’t have to fight this hard for your OWN boyfriends attention. 

finally, you had confronted mirio about it and for whatever reason, it blew up to an even bigger argument than you anticipated it to be. 

+

“mirio please, just try to understand where I’m coming from,” you whispered. you weren’t trying to fight with him for various reasons. one: it was extremely early in the morning and two: both of you were planning on going to a party later in the night and didn’t want to ruin the night for the two of you.

he ruffled your hair in a way that pissed you off even more. it was demeaning in a way and it irked you even more, “imagine if I flirted with every guy I spoke too? would you be upset?” you asked. he shrugged, “well yeah!” he exclaimed, “so why is it a problem when you do it and I get mad?” you asked again. 

mirio sighed, “you’re just overthinking it and letting your jealousy get the best of you. you’re no fun when you’re like this,” your eyes widened, not believing what he was saying. you grabbed your phone, “whatever, have fun tonight togata. you can fuck any girl at the party for all i care,” you yelled as you got up to leave.  

“sunshine,” he tried to say as you turned around to give him the middle finger before slamming the door shut. you practically marched to your room with one thought in your mind, “he wants to play this game? fine,” you murmured as you dug into your closet. 

the night crawled in as you finished getting ready. you were wearing something very out of your element. it was clothes you just had laying around, no intention of ever wearing but with the events from the morning and your plan already stapled in your head, the outfit was perfect. 

you were wearing short shorts, fishnets underneath them with a crop top that showed your cleavage. you felt extremely weird wearing it but the party wasn’t in the dorm building and everyone attending had to wear non-UA sanctioned clothes to get away with not getting caught. 

the party was at a house a few blocks down. you had worn a jacket that covered everything you had too until you got to the house. once you finally got there, the house was blaring music, you could see a few kids already getting drunk, and everyone packed inside. 

you gave your jacket to the host, him complementing you almost immediately. you had seen Mirio with Tamaki and Nejire in the corner but you didn’t bother to say hi as you went to your other group of friends and talked with them. they had poured you a cup of what they called Jungle Juice (take it from someone in a sorority, don’t drink that shit. it’s basically gasoline that will have you in the bathroom puking for hours), and you chugged it down as if it was water. 

“hey, ( your name ) is here,” tamaki inquired. they had known about the argument and while mirio had every intention of apologizing tomorrow, he saw the way you were dressed and made him drool, “go to her!” nejire said. 

mirio was about to get up but he saw one too many guys already surrounding you. you were basically entertaining them, laughing and giggling with them as they offered to buy you more drinks and even ditch the party with them. 

“wanna dance?” one of the guys asked. you nodded, getting up from the couch and clutching onto your drink as you joined him on the dance floor. both of you were slightly tipsy at this point and practically yelling the words to the song, “i haven’t had this much fun in so long,” you exclaimed to the boy. 

you had the boys jacket wrapped around you as you leaned into him and screamed in random drunkness. now everything was making sense to mirio. this is how you felt whenever he was this way with girls but the thing was, boys never crowded around you the way girls did with him and frankly, he hated the way they were around you. 

the boys were staring at your chest every time you jumped up or danced and he wanted nothing more than to just deck them in the nose. as he watched you entertain the boys, his nerves were getting more and more short. he saw you look at him from time to time and basically brushed him off to talk with everyone else. 

finally, you got up to use the bathroom when you felt mirio walking your way. you immediately locked the bathroom door, taking as much time as you wanted, freshening up your makeup and popping in a mint before walking out again. 

“hey!” mirio’s voice said from behind you. you gave him a simple nod before walking down the stairs, grabbing your drink from one of the boys and taking a sip, “can we talk?” he asked. 

you gave him a confused look, “nah, we can talk tomorrow. i’m having fun and you’re probably busy flirting with girls so just save whatever you have to say,” you said with no remorse in your voice, “i haven’t spoken to any girls all night,” he muttered. 

“that’s a first! you should probably get on that, huh?” you said before walking away, “see you later mirio.”  

mirio felt himself wanting to cry as he replaying the words you told him when you first got together. ‘don’t forget, you play with my heart and you’re easily replaceable’. he continued to watch you dance and sing with different people almost as if you had already moved on and forgot about him. 

the night finally came to an end as you grabbed your jacket from the boy and started to make your way to the dorm room. mirio had left the party by then and while you had known that your words were kinda harsh, he finally got a taste of his own medicine. 

you slowly walked to your dorm room but not without seeing mirio standing at the front of it. you sighed, not really wanting to deal with all of this so late at night. 

“what do you want togata?” you asked annoyed. he walked inside of the dorm with you, “i’m sorry,” he basically spat out. you laughed as you started to undress yourself and put on your pajama shorts, “i guess i kind of deserve what i got tonight,” he continued. 

“no, really?” you said sarcastically. he nodded in shame, “i finally felt how you feel when i’m that way with other girls and it isn’t fair to you,” you finally gave him a look before rolling your eyes and hugging him, “i promise i’ll try to stop girls from getting close to me and all of that.”

you nodded as you bent him down to give him a kiss, “it shouldn’t have taken me to do all of that to get you to realize it, mirio,” you said softly, “just take what i say in consideration next time instead of gaslighting me.”

mirio nodded as he held you closer, muttering how jealous he was of the guy you were with and how that should have been him. you knew at the end of the day, mirio was just an overgrown baby who could didn’t need a lot to be hushed so you took him into your bed to snuggle him, quickly changing his mind with something else.

[oneofthemillionarmy]

The Impossible Order | Ch. 3

Summary line: Mr. Min is a stoic boss who will never outwardly show appreciation for you. Not until you’re gone does he recognize how much you do. And what you do matters to him.

ceo!Yoongi | best.friend!Hoseok | romance, fluff, angst, and stuff

Loosely inspired by Secretary Kim and this third bullet point of the prompt list

Start from the beginning | Last chapter

~•~

Yoongi never got a reply from you last night, but he did receive the reports at 4 in the morning. He walks in the office by 6:30 but your desk obviously has not been touched since yesterday afternoon. He tilts his head and walks into his office. Nope, you’re not there either. But his cup of coffee is.

He sits down to look at the coffee and look around. No one is here. No one is out there. He takes the cup of coffee and takes a sip. Yup, that’s the one. Quad venti vanilla latte. Two espresso shots in the bottom, two espresso shots on the top. Soy milk. Sugar-free vanilla syrup. No foam. Chocolate drizzle with latte art of a star. But it’s warm; and not quite right.

Yoongi hears a knock on the door and he sets down his coffee cup, “Come in.”

“Hey, Yoongs.” Seokjin greets him, awfully and scarily cheerful for a truly early morning.

“What’s up with your attitude? And why are you here?” Seokjin doesn’t need to come in until 8:30.

“Well. Considering that I got absolutely no sleep last night, gathering the reports and data for your board meeting today, I’d say I’m positively chipper. And don’t you dare call it an attitude, or else I’m gone for the rest of the day too. I’ll show you attitude.”

“What are you talking about? Where’s Y/N? You didn’t send me the reports. She did. You brought the coffee? What do you mean ‘gone too’? What’s going on?” Yoongi gets more and more heated per question. And, where is she?

“Woah. Slow down, man. Relax. Take a sip of the coffee.”

“No thanks. Something’s wrong with it.” Yoongi sits back and laces his fingers together, staring at the cup as if it were a disease.

“Oh. Well I reheated one of them that was still in the fridge. Maybe it’s not the same overnight.” Seokjin taps his chin, turning his head to look over to the fridge, “Probably should toss the rest of them then.”

“Where’s Y/N?”

“She emailed me last night. She told human resources that she’s taking a month off, for now. She doesn’t know if she’ll extend that to an entire sabbatical. I’m taking over for her for the rest of the week. Next week, she will have her intern replace her for the time being. Lucky for me, it’s already Thursday.” Seokjin turns on his tablet and opens his mouth, ready to jump into the reports with Yoongi, but Yoongi cuts him off before he even starts.

“What happened? Why is she taking a month off? Who’s her intern? Why didn’t she contact me?”

“Didn’t she? Check your emails. Maybe you missed it? Her intern’s name is Jeon Jungkook. He’s pretty green, but he’s been trained by her, so he’ll be fine.” But Yoongi already wasn’t listening about the intern. He looks through his emails, everything has already been read. Nothing from you. Nothing for him. And sure enough, the reports were sent by Seokjin.

He leans back roughly and takes a deep breath. Seokjin raises his eyes at Yoongi’s furrowed ones.

“Wait. What happened?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask. Because if she’s not here, it’s bad.”

~•~

You’re back at the hospital after going home to change and take a shower. You notified the school of Hoseok’s accident and his dance team as well. His director contacted you and told you that they decided to go with the track that you let Hoseok present to him yesterday. But his director asked for a few adjustments.

While you sit by Hoseok’s hospital bed, you bring your music equipment with you to work on the track for his showcase. Every once in a while, you get up to check in on Hoseok.

While you work on the track, you hear the door open. You turn around and see a gang of students peering in.

“We want to see Mr. Jung. We’re his dance class.” One of the girls says quietly. You nod and take your laptop up and bring your equipment by the window as his students walk in one by one. Looks like the nurse is only allowing a few at a time because the rest are still standing outside.

“What happened to him?” One of his female student’s sniffs.

“Car accident. He was heading home from the vet.” Your words trail off quieter every word. Reminding yourself that he’s here because of you.

“Vet? Was he taking Yeontan?” She asks.

“Yeah. How do you know Yeontan?”

“He shows us so many videos of you and your dog.” One of the students pipe up. Oh, Hoseok.

There’s a knock on the door and one of the students outside pops his head in, “Is it our turn now?”

“Yeah.” The students in the room shuffle on out.

“Who’s she?” One of the students ask the girl who was leaving.

“Mr. Jung’s girlfriend.” Wait, what?

“Oh!” As the next line of students file in, you see everyone intently stare at you as they come in and gather around Hoseok to see him. One of the girls sets down flowers by his bedside table.

“Um. Excuse me.” You whisper for their attention, “Where did you get the impression that I’m his girlfriend?” The students look at each other

“He shows us a lot of pictures and videos of you and your dog. And he always talks about you. We just figured.” The girl shrugs. The rest of the students raises eyebrows at her, and she just shrugs back at them.

“Oh. Okay.” You let it go after that. Verbally, at least. Your head was spinning. He apparently talks about you and Yeontan too much if he’s leaving that kind of impression.

~•~

After visiting hours were over, you headed over to pick up Yeontan.

When you get home, you have him cradled into your lap, humming soft and gentle tunes.

You open your laptop to continue working on the track. But you eye the number of emails popping up on the email icon. You sigh and click it open. 14 emails from Seokjin, 10 emails from multiple departments, 2 from human resources, and 26 from Mr. Min, 3 from Jungkook. You raise your eyebrows at the number of emails from your boss. You read your boss’ emails first. All titled “Your absence”; a constant thread. You decided to just read his last one and just go up the chain.

-          Why are you taking off a month?

-          Are you out of the country or just off?

-          Seokjin is an idiot. What exactly did you tell him do while you’re gone? He’s not doing it right.

-          The coffee in the fridge is bad now. Tell Seokjin to get the right one.

-          Please tell Seokjin where you get the coffee.

-          He doesn’t know where you get the coffee

-          I swear to God, if he doesn’t get the coffee, I’m firing him.

-          He’s got me drinking black coffee for now. It still tastes funny. Is this our office coffee?

-          Why are you taking a month off?

-          Why are you blocking my texts and calls?

You can’t help but feel amused at these emails. It’s been a long time since he’s spoken to you like this. You blocked his calls and texts since last night out of impulse, to be honest. Knowing him, he’ll still contact you on your time off. It’s understandable, considering the situation and environment that you were in at the time, but you should really unblock him; it’s kind of unprofessional. Even if he is. As you continue his emails, notifications pop up every time you open another one, showing your boss your read receipts. Wow.

-          Japan will be flying in tomorrow as we go through the jewelry fundraising dinner for the Children’s Home Project.

-          Will you be here for the fundraising?

-          Does this mean you won’t be attending the Queen’s Jubilee either? Or the Taehyung unveiling?

-          Do you really have to take a month off? Can you be back this week?

-          I’m getting pissed at your “I’m currently out of the office” replies.

You shake your head as his emails get more and more intrusive. Asking about the days taken off, telling you that it’s very unprofessional to not reply and block him even if you are currently off. Well it’s unprofessional and intrusive to harass your employee who’s currently on PTO; and one with long overdue vacation time, at that.

You don’t reply to his email just yet. You check in on other emails. The multiple departments apparently were directed by Mr. Min to provide you an update after every meeting or conversation made so you stay in the loop. Human resources checked in on your PTO requests, your intern’s temporary role, and apparently Mr. Min requested that they contacted you about your reasons for leave of absence. Seokjin also provided you an hourly update, at your request though, but every email ended with something regarding the coffee. His latest one seemed desperate.

-          He said he’d fire me, Y/N. Please.

You snort. Like Mr. Min would ever fire Seokjin. You can recall at least 15 times where Mr. Min threatened to fire Seokjin.

Your third email last night was to Jungkook, notifying him to take up the job while you’re gone. You sent him damn near everything that happened in the past month. He just needs to go down the list of documents you mapped out in terms of routine, importance, current projects, and the like. His latest however was inquired by Seokjin to see if he knew where you get Mr. Min’s coffee.

You straighten up your back, pop your elbows and knuckles, and cracked your neck. You look down at Yeontan, curled up and resting in your lap.

“Yeontan. Help.” His steady breaths just remind you that he’s in need of rest more than you. And with Hoseok in the hospital, you’re the last one who needs a break right now.

“Right.” You exhale a breath of resolve and start typing away.

~•~

Seokjin breathes through his last meeting with Yoongi for the day. He finally leans back on his chair and exhales loudly.

“What?” Yoongi snaps. Black coffee is not enough for him, that’s for sure.

“Being your assistant is not easy, man.”

“Having you as my assistant is no picnic either. Can’t even make a decent cup of coffee.”

“She said she’ll give Jungkook the coffee secret. You’ll have it next week.” Yoongi loosens his tie and glares at his emails. For the past two days, you don’t reply to him. He sees your read receipts and he’s only received one reply to you on his latest email on his thread. I’m currently out of the office right now. Ask Seokjin. In terms of the more personal ones, like why you’re gone, you just leave a vague, I need to take care of some personal things.

“Y/N has never been so irresponsible before. It’s throwing me off.” Yoongi expresses out loud. Seokjin’s head was rolled back over the chair but he lifts it up to stare at him, “She’s doing a pretty badass job if you’re asking me. Everything is nearly taken care of before the next morning. All we have to do is show up and report to you everything. You don’t see our emails, but she leaves a very detailed response.”

“So why doesn’t she respond to me?!” Seokjin raises his eyebrows at Yoongi’s raised voice, as well as the newly provided information.

“She doesn’t reply to you? I got a response in every one of my emails.”

“Let me see.” Yoongi stands up from his chair to walk around to Seokjin as he takes out his phone to show him one of your latest emails. As Seokjin is your witness, your emails are nearly step by step. You’ve looped Seokjin into all the emails you’ve received from the other departments, replying to Seokjin and the departments at the same time on next steps.

“If she’s replying to all of us in the same detailed manner, there’s probably no need to respond to yours because we’re the ones who will directly notify you. She’s currently off right now, man. Right now, it’s not her job to answer you, it’s ours. You probably ask the same things we are. Plus, after all of this, I’m sure she needs a break.”

Well. Seokjin’s reports and questions are actually pretty valid. Most of Yoongi’s are simply, why are you gone, and, when are you coming back? So far, the work-related questions can be answered through Seokjin. But that might be because you’re coaching their words.

Yoongi scratches his head as he walks around his office.

Seokjin looks at him before standing up, “Come on. You need to eat.”

~•~

You enter Hoseok’s home with his spare key he provided you. While he’s in the hospital, you figure you can help him house sit. You drag all of Yeontan’s things into the house. You exhale out of exhaustion and collapse on the floor after you’ve taken your shoes off. After taking a minute to breathe and rest, you pick yourself off from the floor and ready to bring Yeontan and your items with you.

What surprises you is the number of dog-related items he has. He has the same dog bowl dispenser as you, a doggy bed. Chew toys and dog bones stray around the living room floor. How many times has he dog sat for you?

“Well, I guess I won’t be needing these, huh, Yeontan?” Yeontan yips and trots over to his bed and lays in it. He’s more familiar with the lay of the land than you are. You’re slightly annoyed that you brought all of this over without knowing you didn’t even have to in the first place. But you halt your annoyance when something dawns on you. I never really noticed how much Hoseok does for me…do I?

You drag yourself over to sit on his couch, watching Yeontan drag the stuffed chew toy over to his bed and wrestles with it. Yeontan is so at home here. And you’re still sitting up straight on his couch. Whereas if he were over at your place right now, his feet are already up on the couch. You feel so foreign here.

You get up from the couch and decide to explore everything. Kitchen, bathroom, bedroom.

His kitchen sink is clear, but he piles every dish he ever owns up in the drying rack, rather than drying them and putting them back up in the drawers. His fridge is adequately stocked but it looks like some stuff was recently bought. Some raw meat is in the fridge is starting to brown. I’ll have to make a note to help him clean his fridge out.

He has a modest little dining table which one side is pushed against the wall across from the kitchen. Three chairs take up each side, with two chairs pushed out, obviously frequently used. One of them is obviously Hoseok’s, but the other has a very tall and fluffy sitting cushion. Wonder whose that for. Lined and stacked against the wall are the pile of snacks you remember that he and you practically survived on during college. Heh, he still eats those?

You pull out his chair further to sit down. You hear Yeontan scamper over and hop up on the chair with the fluffy cushion, conditioned to expect a piece of meat from whatever dinner Hoseok cooked up.

“You’re a spoiled, little rascal, aren’t ya?” You ruffle Yeontan’s fur before playfully tapping his nose. You grab a bag of chips and open it up as you keep moving.

His bathroom is pretty well kept. A lavender-scented bathroom. Now that you think about it, lavender scented home. His personal hygiene items are hidden behind the mirror storage cabinet, but on the sink platform, he has a doggy toothbrush and toothpaste, as well as dog soap and hair brush.

“You really have everything, don’t you, Hoseok?” You mumble to yourself. You smile at the how caring your best friend is. You don’t deserve him, really.

He’s only one guy, so he only has one room. You don’t think he’ll mind you using his room for the time being. You open the door to see the heart of Hoseok. His furniture is light and made of bamboo. It’s very reflective of his clean, gentle, and peaceful nature. If you had to compare Hoseok to anything, it would be bamboo. Light, strong, and giving. He brings a sense of calmness to you.

Your hands glide over the smooth wardrobe over to his bookshelf, but he seems to collect more trinkets than books. You note his stuffed animals, empty cologne bottle, three different books that you’ve recommended to him, his first pair of dance shoes when he got his first real dance gig…you’ve given him all these things.

As a pattern starts to form, you look around the room. Pictures of you two together. In the drama team in college where you two met, his first dance performance, your first mixer, etc. Important memories.

You look back at his trinkets. You gave him that cologne bottle after college. It’s empty now, but he hasn’t thrown it away. You won that stuffed animal at the fair when he failed the fair game. You gave that to him.

“Hoseok…” Your heart clenched as you read the implications of this room and the rest of his house.

He loves you. And you’ve been far too stupid.

~•~

You dart out of his house for a moment and take a second to compose yourself. Yeontan is left behind the door, yipping for his owner to return into this sanctuary which the homeowner will envelop his owner with love.

Your poor, dear friend. How long? For why?

You love your friend immensely, but how could you possibly be so blind to how he felt about you? You love your friend, and yet you find the largest gap between how he treats you and you treat him. You should be ashamed and guilty. But should you? He is free to love you as much as you are free to not reciprocate. But that doesn’t mean lead him on; or take advantage of him. But that would require your acknowledgement of his feelings for you, which you never have until now. Did you even? You can’t come up with a single moment in time where you believe you may have led him on. Have you taken advantage of him? Sure. Loads of times, but it was never based on his love. It was a best friend who knew exactly what you need, when you need it, and prepared to provide. You never thought of it beyond such.

I can’t be guilty if I never knew. You tell yourself. But really? Are you sure you never had a clue?

**

“Hoseok! Help meeeee!” You groan as you hit your head down to the book opened up on the table.

Hoseok comes flying in with a plastic bag and a carton tray with boba, “I’ve brought refreshments!”

As soon as the bag drops in front of you, you face lights up and you cry in relief.

“Wait,” he pulls the food away from you as you whine, “You’re not to be distracted. This is your last final, and I’ll be damned if you fail general. This is your last hurdle before your dad finally agrees to you becoming a music producer.”

“I can’t focus, man! And yeah, it’s easy. It really is. But I’m ready to be done. To be out there!” you gesture dramatically outside to the window, “I want to be part of that world!”

“And you will. After tomorrow. You’re telling me, you really can’t buckle down one more night. You’re at the last leg of the finish line.” Hoseok pokes the boba lid for you and hands it over.

“It’s that thing where you’re just ready to be done. It makes me restless.” You whine, but your whine turns into sounds of content as you sip through the straw.

“Y/N. I’ve got you. You’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna get through this. You’re gonna get an A…and if you can get through this last study session and ace the final, I’ll take you to Moonshine.” He bribes.

Your eyes widen before you squint in disbelief, “Moonshine? Michelin-star restaurant, Moonshine? You’re not serious.”

“Yes, I am. I’ll break all my piggy banks if it will get you to study properly.”

“All of them?”

“Yes, all 15. I’ve been saving them since I was 5.”

“That’s so cute!”

“Ok. Enough. Study.” You really thought he was joking, but you still buckled down, moved enough by his sincerity alone.

**

“Come on, Y/N. It’s ok.” Hoseok soothes your back as your hysterical sobs echo through the courtyard.

“Physics. General physics. I barely passed in high school and now I’ve even failed.” You wipe your tears and blow your nose, “My chance to even land a decent career is over. I’m gonna be working a fast food chain now.”

“Woah, Y/N, slow down. It’s not that serious. It’s one class. This is your sophomore year. You’re telling me that one general physics class, physics in which your career path is nowhere near close to requiring it, will need you to ace general physics? My dad says that all jobs need is a degree, not the classes you take.”

“Yeah, well my dad says no music. What future do I have now? I’m so stupid.” Hoseok stays quiet for a moment, knowing that a deal is a deal, and you take those pretty seriously.

“Y/N. Your future is not over. Your future is so bright, it’s surprisingly brighter the sun. You may not be able to do music as a career, but don’t you ever let that get in the way of the passion you actually have. That, your dad can never take away from you. And if you lose making music, that’s worse than never having a job to do so in the first place. Your passion is what keeps your days from being gray. So, you need to hold on to it. Like I will always hold on to you.” Hoseok wraps his arms around you and pulls you close as you sob into his neck.

“That’s it. There you go. All over the neck. That’s right. Mmm, just like that.” Hoseok teases. You start laughing and crying at the same time, “Stop it, it sounds so weird.”

“Can’t be weirder than the feeling of someone’s tears and snot on my neck.” Hoseok says when you pull away, wiping his neck. He stands up and brings you up too, brushing your hair to look less like the nest it is, “Come. Dress yourself to the nines, Y/N! I’m taking you to Moonshine.”

“We really don’t have to do that. Let’s wait until we get ourselves our first real jobs first. I’m good with going anywhere. Let’s just grab some chicken and beer.”

“Nah, nah, nah. My girl deserves the best. And I’m ready. My piggy banks are all broke now. We’re going.”

“Hey Hoseok,” your inquiry halts his attempts to skip across the courtyard with you, “You didn’t really break piggy banks that you’ve had since you were five, did you? I didn’t even get an A.”

“Yup. But I was going to take you no matter what grade you got anyway.” He said, enunciating the p. You pout and bury yourself in his chest. He instinctively wraps his arms around you and starts laughing when he hears you sniffling, “Don’t cry, Y/N. It’s just money. Money does not grow on trees, but it’s not gone forever too. It’s fine. And this is important. You’re sad and that’s not okay with me.” You wrap your arms around his waist and start bawling.

“Hoseok!” you literally cry out his name and he laughs as he pets your head, shushing you to calm down.

“You’re the most adorable human being on earth.” You hiccup, pulling away from his chest.

“I’d beg to differ. You’ve never met yourself, have you?” He tilts his head to look at you, “You’re worth it, love.” He kisses you on the forehead before pulling you for another tight hug.

**

You clutch your chest as pain flows from your heart to your eyes. You’re absolutely disgusted with yourself right now. To be so blind. Or, if not blind, ignorant. Probably willfully ignorant. It’s easier to be okay with the things he does for you if you don’t recognize the underlying reasons.

Did you ever like him? Of course.

Like that? Possibly.

Did you love him? Of course.

Like that?

   Probably not.

Next chapter

[patchwork-panda]

If A Moment Is All We Are (27/?)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24121633/chapters/67043383

Opening theme for this arc: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwj_TFDdUSI&feature=youtu.be&t=7&ab_channel=ONEOKROCK

“Here?”

Picking up his feet, Miura jogged several steps ahead of me so that he was that much closer to the subway station entrance. He paused under the newly installed archway, peered up at it and frowned.

“But this isn’t the place where I picked up the handkerchief,” he protested, turning to look at me. “This is halfway across the city! Why are we—”

“Look,” I cut him off, crossing my arms. “You wanted to find the owner of the handkerchief, right? If you want to hand it to her directly as Ranpo-san requested, you’re gonna want to wait here and stay here until the next train arrives. Got that?”

Miura nodded, instantly rooting himself in place and I sighed.

It wasn’t like me to be so short-tempered with clients but Miura was something else. Unlike Edogawa, who tended to wander off purely because of his poor sense of direction (I was still pretty convinced he had astigmatism and was refusing to wear his glasses out of sheer stubbornness), Miura was just... overly excitable.

Before we left the Agency, I’d told him that we were going to a subway station a ways away from the Agency to return the handkerchief. If my vision stayed true even though I was taking an action (not to change the future but to confirm it), the girl who dropped her handkerchief would check this station entrance for it early this afternoon.

But as soon as we got to the first station, the one where Miura had picked up the handkerchief, he’d immediately darted up to it, pointed excitedly and cried, “I knew it!! I knew I would have to go back to the scene of the crime! Maybe I should apply to be a detective too!!”

“No, you really, really don’t want to do that,” I replied calmly, shuddering a little as I remembered facing down Yasha Shirayuki for my Entrance Exam.

I’d led him down the escalator, to the platform for the correct line and guided him onto the correct train. But every time the train stopped, Miura would turn to me, eyes sparkling and ask, “Is it this one? Is this the station?!” And then his face would droop when I had to tell him, “no.” When we finally got to the right one, a simple nod and a “we’re here” was enough to send him rushing out the doors.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair as Miura located a bench and parked himself on it, staring intensely at the subway entrance that we’d just come out from.

In all honesty, the boy reminded me of a retriever. A very stupid one... I’d always liked dogs and other small animals but now that I’d spent a full hour in Miura’s company, I was beginning to understand why Dazai disliked dogs.

I sighed again.

No, don’t think about it.

I was already irritated enough having to cut my lunch break short to accompany Miura to this faraway subway station. If I focused too hard on the fact that there was now one more thing I might have in common with Dazai, I’d really be pushed over the edge...

It had been a full week since I’d had the vision of Miura giving the handkerchief back. And it was the most uneventful week I’d had since joining the Agency. Maybe it was because everyone thought I deserved a break from all the tough cases I’d had or maybe it was because there weren’t any tough cases to be assigned. Either way, I was grateful for the reprieve. It just felt like it had been one thing after another since day one and I was starting to feel a little worn down. As much as I wanted to improve myself and my control of my Ability, it was kind of nice to be looking for missing pets or simply delivering paperwork for once.

Today, the only thing I had to worry about was Miura’s case. Truth was, I was a little nervous. It had been a full week since I’d seen the vision. A lot could’ve changed by now and if the girl in the pink skirt didn’t show up to look for her handkerchief, I’d look like an idiot. I couldn’t even recall what sort of hare-brained story I’d told Miura, but whatever I’d said, he’d bought it, hook, line and sinker.

I grimaced as I once again felt that strange sort of camaraderie with Dazai...

Even though I’d washed his handkerchief and returned it as soon as I could, it still felt like some part of him had stayed with me even after the conclusion of the Tanaka Investments/CORVID case...

I sighed.

What was wrong with me?

“Kusunoki-san!” Miura suddenly called out, getting up from his bench and waving frantically to me from his position by the entrance. He looked red-faced and frantic.

“What is it?” I called back, running up to Miura, who was now jogging in place slightly, the pink handkerchief twisting in his hands.

“Kusunoki-san...!!” he squeaked, gesturing wildly at a girl who had just emerged from the subway station. “Is that her??”

I peered around his shoulder to get a better look.

The girl Miura was pointing at was very short and rather cute, with a head of long, light-brown hair that curled softly around her face and a single mole on her left cheek. As she walked into the light, I saw that her skirt and handbag were the exact same shade of pink as the embroidered handkerchief. Yes, this was the girl I had seen in my vision and she did indeed look like she was searching for something along the ground.

Thank God...

I glanced at Miura and nodded.

“Go,” I said, gently pushing him forward.

I hadn’t exactly shoved him, but Miura stumbled anyway as he made his way over to the girl. Not surprising. Miura didn’t exactly come across as the smooth type.

And I had heard his thoughts and his panic in the vision...

Stuffing my hands back in my pockets as I waited, I watched from a distance as Miura approached the girl, awkwardly got her attention and finally started talking to her. Then, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously, Miura brought out the handkerchief. The girl’s hands flew up to her mouth at once and as she took the handkerchief from Miura, I smiled.

Perfect. Everything happened exactly the way it did in my vision.

Which meant...

I grinned as I pulled out my phone to text the office.

Edogawa was right again. And thanks to him, I now had a new way of using my Ability...! If I kept this up, I could become more and more valuable to the Agency. And then, rising through the ranks and becoming a competent detective might not take so many years after all...

Maybe I could confess my feelings to Kunikida sooner than I thought...!

Cheeks flushing, I once again pictured the moment I’d fantasized about so many times. We’d be all alone in the office, the late afternoon sun peeking through the blinds. I’d lay my heart out on the line and then, his sage-green eyes glowing with warmth, he’d take my hand, tell me he felt the same way and offer to take me out on a proper date...! And if it went well enough, maybe...?!

I clapped my hands over my red-hot cheeks and tried not to squeal in public.

Maybe we could even kiss...?!

Smiling like an idiot, I shot off a quick text to Kirako to let her know I would be back soon when I looked up and saw something completely unexpected. While I had been distracted with my own thoughts, Miura and the girl had gone from simply talking to each other to suddenly hugging. And before I could figure out what was going on, they started kissing. Right there in front of the subway station entrance!

My jaw dropped and I nearly let go of my phone.

“What the—?!”

My vision hadn’t shown this! It just ended with Miura giving the handkerchief to the girl! Granted, Dazai had used No Longer Human on me in order to cancel out my own Ability and saved me from being found out, but...!

I frantically looked around, sweating bullets when I realized Miura and the girl were actually blocking the station entrance a little and people were starting to whisper and stare.

Oh God...! This was my fault somehow, I just knew it! If word got out that this was in any way connected to the Agency...!

Just then, my phone buzzed with an incoming message. Already prepared to apologize for whatever screw up I’d made to cause this, I flipped open the phone and braced myself. But to my shock, it wasn’t from the clerk in charge of social media, messaging to chide me for my mistakes.

It was from Kunikida.

My pulse raced as I opened up the message.

“Kusunoki-kun, are you heading back soon?”

I stared at it, my eyes widening even further as another message quickly followed.

“There’s something I want to talk to you about when you return. Think you can make some time for me?”

I would set aside an entire week for you if you asked, Kunikida-san...!

Grinning like an idiot, I started typing “Absolutely,” before thinking better of it and deleting it for a simple, “Okay.”

The response came immediately.

“Great. I’ll meet you in the conference room when you return. Would one hour from now be alright?”

“Of course!”

Fingers trembling, I shot back the response and stuffed the phone back into my pocket with a happy sigh.

Kunikida wanted to talk to me! And it sounded like it was about something important! With something like this to look forward to, there was no way this day could end on anything other than a high note.

But my smile dropped clean off my face the instant I remembered.

That’s right, I was supposed to be dealing with Miura and the girl...!

To my relief, when I looked up again Miura and the girl weren’t kissing any more; they were just hugging. However, they were still blocking the subway station entrance and for some reason, the girl was now crying. I was about to consider just making a run for it when Miura noticed I was looking and began waving me over. As they finally, finally unblocked the entrance to the subway, I screwed up my courage and, against my better judgment, made my way over to them.

“Rika-chan.” Miura tapped the girl on the shoulder as I approached, prompting her to look up at last. “Rika-chan! This is the detective I was talking about.”

The girl, Rika, wiped the tears from her eyes and bowed low.

“Thank you so much for bringing us back together, Miss Detective,” Rika said, as I rushed to bow as well. “I don’t know what you did but...”

“You won’t believe this, Kusunoki-san!” Miura exclaimed as Rika straightened back up and smiled gently. “Rika-chan was my old classmate from middle school! I haven’t seen her since graduation.”

“I...” She trailed off, blushing. “Back when we were students, I had the biggest crush on Miura-senpai. I loved him for ages but never managed to work up the courage to tell him how I felt. When I saw him with my handkerchief, something came over me and I just...”

She covered her face in her hands and when I saw her shoulders shaking, I realized she was crying again.

What...

At once, Miura threw his arm around her and pulled her in close, suddenly as gallant as a storybook prince. I wasn’t sure if that weird churning in my gut was laughter or my lunch coming back up.

“It was Fate!” he agreed, his brown eyes sparkling as Rika met his gaze. “I understand exactly how you feel, Rika-chan! Kusunoki-san, I don’t know how you did this but... we’re so moved, we don’t know how to thank you—”

“Ah, no, it was honestly nothing!” I stammered, putting up my hands in what I hoped was a placating manner but all this did was make Miura and Rika’s eyes grow even rounder in astonishment.

“Really? This was nothing?” Rika whispered, looking to Miura in surprise. “The Armed Detective Agency really is amazing, isn’t it?”

“It really is!” Miura agreed, his eyes sparkling.

As one, they turned to me and I instantly wished I hadn’t hung around as long as I did. This was getting more awkward by the second and I needed to get back to the office...

Where Kunikida was waiting to talk to me...

“How can we ever thank you, Kusunoki-san?” Miura asked, as Rika clung to his arm.

“Uh, well, you do owe us payment for solving your case,” I mumbled, scratching my cheek. “That and the macarons you promised Ranpo-san, for even accepting it to begin with.”

“That’s right!”

Miura clapped his hand upside his head and laughed.

“I’m sorry, totally forgot with everything that happened...! We’ll pick that up right away. He’s pretty amazing, that guy. I mean, did you know that Rika-chan works at that exact pastry shop—”

I struggled not to slap my hand over my face and scream.

At this rate, I’d never get back to the Agency in time...!

I had to do something.

Thinking quickly, I flipped my phone open and held it to my ear.

“H-Hello, Kunikida-san?” I asked loudly, hoping Miura and Rika wouldn’t notice that no one had actually called me. “What’s that? You need me to come back right away? Yes, absolutely! I’ll hurry back!”

I made an apologetic face and hastily bowed.

“Sorry guys, I hate to be rude,” I lied, “but I really have to run.”

“Oh, yes we understand,” Rika said quickly. “We’ll come by with the payment and the macarons around the end of the day! Is there anything else you’d like us to—”

“Nope, that’s perfect!” I exclaimed, slowly backing away from them in the direction of the subway station. “I’ll probably be busy later so just talk to one of the clerks when you come by, alright?”

Careful to avoid bumping into anyone on my way down, I waved goodbye.

“Take care, you two!” I called as I continued making my way into the subway. “I’ll see you around!”

Luckily, the exact train I needed to take had just arrived at the platform and I quickly joined the queue to get on. Dropping my bag down onto my lap, I took a seat on the benches and pulled my phone back out. The message from Kunikida glowed up at me on the screen and as I re-read it, I felt that jittery smile come back up onto my face.

He wanted to talk to me...

Kunikida wanted to talk to me—alone, too, from the sound of it...! Once again, the fantasy image of Kunikida and I alone in the office at sunset appeared in my mind’s eye. Clutching the phone in my hand, I melted back against the seat, trying and failing to hide the stupid look on my face as I pictured Kunikida’s handsome face.

I knew things were definitely not going to happen the way they did in my daydream but I couldn’t help seeing it anyway...

“Oh, that’s right...”

I flipped open my phone and sent out a quick text to Edogawa, letting him know the macarons would be arriving at the end of the day. I wasn’t sure if he was even going to be at his desk when I got back but it was probably a good idea to let him know the situation in advance so he wouldn’t get upset that I came back without them.

The response was short.

“Figures. In that case, go get me some mochi ice cream. Strawberry flavor. And some pineapple Ramune, three of them. I’m parched.”

I made a face. So much for hurrying back so I could talk to Kunikida. Then again, I did owe him for giving me the hint on how to solve this case, and at least I could get all these things at the convenience store near the Agency. It shouldn’t be too much of a delay. Checking the time again, I nodded and sent out a reply.

“Alright, anything else?”

“Nope, that’s it.”

But just as I was about to put my phone away, another message from Edogawa appeared.

“Are you planning to tell Kunikida about your Ability?”

I paused with my fingers above the keyboard. I probably should. Kunikida had been pretty upset last time when I didn’t tell him everything.

He’s so kind, always worrying about people like that...

“I am. Why?”

But just as I was about to press “send,” a sudden realization hit me with all the force of a speeding truck.

My phone clattered to the ground, message unsent.

The Great Detective’s next words glowed up at me from the polished linoleum floor of the train car.

“When you do, make sure you do so in a secure room at the Agency. It would be troublesome if this information got out.”

Edogawa had figured it out before I had. This new way of using my Ability... not only did it mean I had more power than I previously thought (perhaps even the Port Mafia knew of this potential and that’s part of why they tried to kidnap me?) but this would have a profound effect on my relationship with other people. Especially with those who knew what I was capable of.

And what’s more...

Scooping my phone off the ground, I put it away without answering the text.

If I wanted to... and if I was willing to set up a situation where I could touch him...

I could now use my Ability to find out if I would one day get with Kunikida...

***

I checked my reflection in the mirror one more time and nervously ran the brush through my hair. I’d gotten back to the Agency without incident but there had been such a long line at the convenience store that it took longer than expected to return. And now I only had about ten minutes to make myself look more presentable before going to the break room to meet with Kunikida. But try as I might, that single lock of hair on the top of my head popped right back up even after I’d spent three of my ten precious minutes attacking it with the wet brush.

I sighed.

While I wasn’t delusional enough to think that I could head to the break room looking like the vision of beauty Kunikida dreamed of in his Ideal Woman, I was hoping I could, at least, try to make myself look a little prettier than usual. But no, not only did I look like the sweaty otaku I really was on the inside, I barely looked like a proper, distinguished member of the Armed Detective Agency. And now, thanks to all that water, my mascara was running.

Letting out a frustrated groan, I stuck my bag on the counter and started wiping at my eyes, intent on redoing it so that it at least looked better than how it did before I tried fixing my hair.

I held my breath in concentration as I once again placed the brush against my upper eyelid.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what Edogawa had said and the implications of my newfound powers. I’d known since the beginning that my Ability was something to be reckoned with, but this... this was something I hadn’t actually thought about. If I wanted to use my Ability on Kunikida, not only could I find out exactly how the confession would go, hearing the entire conversation if my stamina held up, but if it went well...

A blush crept onto my face as I began applying mascara, trying to keep my hands steady.

I could even look as far as how long the relationship would last, whether or not we would get married, or have kids...

I put the brush away, my face crimson from the thoughts alone.

I wasn’t as smart or experienced as the other detectives at the Agency, but if I were, that meant I could probably act in a way that would guarantee getting the future I wanted...

But did I really want to go that far?

I put my things away at last and headed for the door.

No. I didn’t. I haven’t liked him long enough to think about that or look that far ahead into the future—it felt premature.

And besides...

I paused outside the door to the Agency’s main office, my hand hovering just above the doorknob.

It felt like cheating... like I was playing unfair...

And I liked him too much to do that to him...

Steeling myself, I grabbed the doorknob.

I made up my mind. If I wanted to earn Kunikida’s affection, I’d have to do it the right way: by aiming to be his ideal woman and earning his respect first. I’d just have to trust that if we did get together, that he would believe me when I told him the truth, that I hadn’t used my Ability on him...

I turned the doorknob and went inside.

“I’m back—”

“Oh, Kusunoki-kun.”

Kunikida was standing right in the front lobby, his Ideal notebook still open in his hand. It looked like he’d entered the room only seconds before I had. As I took a step towards him, he closed his notebook and turned to face me.

“Perfect timing,” he said, writing something down inside the notebook. “You’re exactly thirty seconds early for our talk.”

“Oh. G-good.”

I swallowed nervously and went to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. One look at that handsome face was enough to set the butterflies fluttering in my stomach again. He tilted his head in the direction of the break room and I began to follow.

“I’ve set aside exactly five minutes for us to speak in the conference room,” Kunikida continued. “If we go now, we should both be able to stay completely on schedule for the rest of the day.”

I nodded and continued walking after him, feeling so self-conscious that I was afraid if I opened my mouth, my lunch might come back up.

Noticing my silence, Kunikida shot a quick look over his shoulder at me and paused as we passed by his desk.

“There’s no need to look so nervous, Kusunoki-kun,” he said quietly, his gray-green eyes gentle as they looked upon my face. “You’re not in trouble. Far from it, in fact.”

My eyes widened.

“Really?”

It hadn’t even occurred to me that I might’ve been in trouble but now that he brought it up, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Th-that’s good,” I said, letting out a nervous chuckle before I could stop it.

I stopped walking as I realized what this could be.

“Uh. Kunikida-san...”

I felt the smile slide off my face as I looked up at him.

“Is this a performance review?”

Kunikida blinked. He looked taken aback.

“What?” he sputtered. “No. That’s not—”

His expression looked strained.

“It’s something I’d rather talk about... alone...” he said at last.

My eyes grew even wider.

“Alone?” I repeated as Kunikida’s ears started going pink.

I felt my pulse race as my thoughts began to run wild. My hair suddenly felt like even more of a mess than it had been before.

No way, it couldn’t be...?

I took a step towards him.

“Kunikida-san...”

There’s something I want to say to you too...

I reached out.

“Ah—!!” someone suddenly yelled, making me jump. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

I jerked back, my hands flying back towards my chest as my heart suddenly started pounding like crazy. Face red, I whirled around towards the source of the noise just as another angry shout pierced the air.

“You can’t just take out a party member like that and run off! That’s not fair!!” Dazai cried, leaning in so close to his monitor that his forehead was practically squished up against the screen.

I made a face.

Of course it would be Dazai. Instead of actually doing his work like he was supposed to, the bandaged maniac had taken advantage of Kunikida’s momentary distraction to start up an online game.

“Take that—and that—” he ground out, “you little—”

“Dazai-san...!”

Grabbing the mouse from Dazai, Atsushi quickly closed out the game (“Hey!” Dazai yelped, “Atsushi-kun—?!”) and offered me and Kunikida an apologetic smile.

“S-sorry about that,” he stammered, his cheeks reddening a little.

He scratched his cheek and looked away.

“Please don’t mind us, Kunikida-san, Kusunoki-san. It sounded like you were in the middle of something important...”

“Something important?!”

Dazai immediately perked up. His brown eyes sparkling, he got to his feet and brought his hands up to his mouth.

“Oh my God,” he exclaimed, glancing from me to Kunikida and back.

A cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I knew that look. That was the look Dazai wore before saying something stupid. Thinking fast, I reached into my messenger bag for my makeup pouch and threw it at his head.

“Oh my God! Kusunoki-kun!! Are you going to confe—agh!!”

Direct hit!!

Atsushi looked on in shock as Dazai was knocked clean out of his chair and he winced as his mentor hit the floor with a muffled cry of pain. All eyes in the room were on me as I straightened up, panting from exertion, and went to retrieve my pouch.

“Sorry about that, Dazai-san,” I said, picking my pouch up off the floor. “I don’t know what came over me. I thought I saw a spider in my bag...”

“What kind of spider...” Atsushi whispered, horrified.

He scooted his chair away slightly, his purple-and-gold toned eyes darting about in fear for the imaginary bug. As he continued looking for the spider, Dazai answered him from the floor.

“A very big... secret... one.”

Groaning in pain, the brunette peeled himself off the ground. He propped himself up on his bandaged elbows and grinned at me.

“I wonder what other kinds of secrets Kusunoki is keeping in her bag?”

I glared at him, hoping to convey with my eyes what I couldn’t with my voice.

Don’t you dare say anything else...!

At this, Dazai’s grin widened.

“What’s the matter, Kusunoki?” he asked, sitting all the way up and leaning towards me. “Your face looks a little pink.”

I got to my feet.

“You—!”

“Kusunoki-san!”

A call came from the far corner of the room and as I turned my attention away from Dazai, the bandaged detective set his chair back up, put on his headphones and resumed playing his game.

It was one of the clerks, the one with the short, dark hair. Making eye contact with me, she waved a large manila envelope in the air.

“A case just came in for you.”

My mouth dropped open.

“Eh? Now?”

I shot a furtive look at Kunikida, who had already gotten his notebook out and was writing something down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dazai’s hands still over the keyboard. Although Atsushi and the others might not have noticed, he’d stopped playing his game and was now paying very close attention to what was happening around him. I bit my lip.

“Could...” I started, all too aware of Dazai’s eyes on me. “Could I maybe have just five minutes...”

But the clerk shook her head. She looked rather apologetic as she held the folder out to me.

“I’m very sorry, Kusunoki-san,” she said, truly sounding like it, “but the client requested to meet with someone right away—in fifteen minutes, actually—and you’re the only detective who doesn’t have any large active cases right now...”

“I see.”

Trying to slap a smile on my face, I walked towards her.

“I understand. Who’s going to be my case partner this time?”

She blinked at me, looking slightly confused.

“Case partner?” she asked, to which I nodded.

“You don’t have a case partner for this assignment,” she said, handing me the envelope. “It’s for you and you alone.”

I felt the envelope wrinkle in my hands.

“Wait, really...?”

I stared at it.

“But why...?”

“Do you have any objections to your latest assignment?” a deep voice asked.

My head snapped up.

“President Fukuzawa!”

I rushed to bow as the dignified leader of the Armed Detective Agency stepped out from the door to his office and joined us in the middle of the room.

“No, not at all,” I stammered, sweat beading on my brow as I heard the shuffling of his sandals coming closer and closer. “I... I didn’t realize...”

“I’ve given you this assignment,” Fukuzawa said, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his moss-green yukata as I straightened up at last, “because I feel handling a case such as this one is well within your capabilities.”

His silvery eyes were calm as they swept over my face.

“You’ve come a long way since joining the Agency, Kusunoki-kun. And you’ve demonstrated the kind of resourcefulness and resilience we’ve come to expect from our members. I trust you’ll be able to complete this assignment on your own just fine.”

I sucked in a breath.

Was that... a compliment? Did President Fukuzawa just acknowledge me?!

Flushing, I hurriedly dropped into another bow.

“Y-yes, sir! I mean, President... I-I mean...”

As I straightened up once again, fidgeting with the envelope in my hands, Fukuzawa turned to Kunikida.

“Kunikida-kun. I believe the ambassador is waiting for us at the tea house. Shall we?”

Kunikida tucked the notebook back into his vest.

“Sir.”

“Good. Well then.”

Giving me one final nod, President Fukuzawa brushed past me and went towards the exit, Kunikida following in his wake. But just as he was about to pass me as well, the tall, blonde detective paused at my side. His expression softening, he patted me gently on the shoulder and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“I’m sorry to ask this of you,” he mumbled, looking rather apologetic. His voice was low and pleasant in my ear. “But do you think you could stay a little later after work for that talk? I promise I won’t keep you long.”

You can keep me as long as you like, Kunikida-san...

I smiled.

“Of course, Kunikida-san. Have a nice trip.”

He looked relieved.

“Great. I’ll see you then.”

I waved goodbye as he headed out the door, unable to keep the smile on my face from growing as I watched him go. There was a pleasant warmth in my chest and buzzing in my head and I felt a small, happy sigh escape my lips as I turned away from the door at last.

“Not bad, Kusunoki-kun. Not bad at all!”

I jumped.

“Dazai-san!”

“You don’t have to look that shocked,” he said, not even bothering to hide his smirk now that his stern, bespectacled partner was gone. He rubbed his chin, looking thoroughly amused at the look on my face.

“It’s not like I snuck up on you or anything.”

No, I thought, frowning as he continued studying me with those shrewd brown eyes. He hadn’t snuck up on me at all. He’d just thought the best way to approach me was to come up behind me while I was clearly distracted and not looking in his direction.

“Go back to work, Dazai-san,” I sighed, opening the folder in my hands and looking inside. “There’s nothing to see here.”

“Oh, I disagree,” Dazai said, leaning over my shoulder to peek into the envelope with me. “I bet you’ve got a really interesting case in there, now that you’ve moved up a little here at work. Good job!”

He dropped his voice and moved closer so that he could whisper into my ear.

“So how much further do you have to climb through the ranks before you’re comfortable confessing to Kunikida-kun?” he asked, one half-bandaged hand covering his mouth in a barely stifled snicker.

I flushed and pushed him away.

“How did you—?!”

But I shut my mouth immediately when I realized Kyouka was looking at us. I frowned.

“N-never mind,” I mumbled, holding the envelope against my chest and heading back to my desk. “Just... don’t bring that up again. It’s none of your business.”

Dazai shrugged.

“’Kay.”

But as I started walking, so did Dazai, and he trailed barely a step behind me as I moved towards the windows. I hugged the files closer to my chest and fought the urge to turn around and shoot him a nasty look.

“Why are you following me, Dazai-san?”

“I’m not following you,” Dazai drawled, “I’m merely going back to my desk so I can work.”

He grinned.

“And it just so happens that my desk is right next to yours.”

“Right...���

In that case...

I veered off to the left and made a beeline for the client booth. I didn’t have to look behind me to notice that Dazai was still following me.

“I thought you were going back to your desk, Dazai-san.”

“I am!” he protested, sounding hurt at the mere suggestion that he was still following me. “I just need to grab something from the client booth first.”

“Uh-huh. And what’s that?”

“My spare set of headphones.”

“I can just bring them to you later.”

But Dazai shook his head.

“But I need them right now,” he whined. “So I can concentrate on my work.”

I paused, exasperated, just before the colorful glass-paneled doors.

“You have your other set, don’t you? Use those for a while.”

“Can’t,” Dazai said plainly.

He jerked his thumb back at his desk.

“The wires are all frayed,” he continued, jutting his lower lip out in a pout. “They snapped when you threw your makeup pouch at me earlier. See?”

And to demonstrate, he took one broken earbud out of his back pocket, a coppery wire dangling uselessly from its end.

I cringed.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, rubbing my neck. “I’ll... I’ll get you a replacement. A wireless one, okay?”

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” Dazai replied, waving one hand casually in the air. “Like I said, I have the spare set I left in the client booth. But if you really do feel bad about wrecking my newest set of earbuds...”

Tucking the broken earbud back into his pocket, he placed one bandaged arm against the door to the client booth and tapped at the glass. He grinned.

“Then you can make it up to me by letting me stay for your meeting!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together in glee.

I groaned and slapped a hand over my face as Dazai reached over me and slid the glass-paneled door open.

“Excuse me~!” he called out, stepping in.

Great.

I watched, frustrated, as the bandaged detective skipped towards the brown couch on the client’s side of the room, belly-flopped onto the cushions and began rooting around under the furniture for his headphones.

There was no way I could get rid of him now. I’d seen him napping on that couch more times than I could count and I didn’t have Kunikida’s strength so I wouldn’t be able to drag him off of it if he did fall asleep. Grumbling under my breath, I headed into the room and chose a seat on the detective’s side of the room.

I’d figure out what to do about Dazai later. For now, I should look over the case I’d been assigned and try to familiarize myself with it a little before the client showed up. As I took out the contents of the envelope and laid them on the table in front of me, a glimmer of pink caught my eye and I instantly recognized it as another loose thread from Rika’s pink handkerchief.

I picked it up and went to toss it in the trash.

That’s right. The last time I was in here, I used my Ability in a way I’d never tried to before, on Miura, and unintentionally overexerted myself, to the point where my eyes started bleeding again.

I watched the tiny pink thread fall into the empty bin in the corner.

If Dazai hadn’t happened to be walking by, the secret of my Ability that President Fukuzawa and the rest of the Agency worked so hard to protect would’ve been out...

I glanced over my shoulder to see Dazai, crouched on all fours by the couch, his striped shirt sleeve rolled all the way up past his elbow and his bandaged arm stretched underneath the couch. And as I studied him, something clicked.

“Dazai-san...”

“Hm?”

Pulling his arm out from under the couch at last, Dazai turned to me with a big grin on his face, a pair of black and gray noise-canceling headphones clutched tightly in his half-bandaged hand.

“Are you...?”

I trailed off, not sure what was pushing me to speak. I swallowed and looked directly into his inquisitive brown eyes.

“Are you following me into my meeting because you’re worried about me?” I asked. “Because you don’t need to be. This is just a meeting, I wasn’t planning on using my Ability at all this time...”

Dazai’s smile didn’t falter. His expression remained completely unchanged as he dropped the headphones onto the table with the case briefing and slowly got to his feet. He tucked his hands into his pockets and smiled.

“Now why would you think that, Kusunoki-kun?” he asked, walking towards me.

“Well, because,” I stammered, looking away, “because of what happened last time we were in here. You did kind of s-save...”

“Oh, that? Think nothing of it,” Dazai said smoothly, his chocolate-brown eyes warm. “I am one of your mentors after all and even if I weren’t, I’d be more than happy to assist a beautiful lady such as yourself...”

He took my hands in his and, giving them a squeeze, began bringing them up towards his face. I felt heat flood into my cheeks as my fingers came closer and closer to his lips.

“In any number of ways.”

Blood rushed hotly through my ears. I could count Dazai’s long eyelashes as he lowered his gaze towards my hand.

“Dazai-san...!”

“There we go.”

He plucked something off of the tip of my fingers and tossed it over his shoulder. Grinning, Dazai dropped my hand and took a step back.

“You had toilet paper stuck to the ends of your fingers,” he chirped, twirling around and heading back to the table as I stood there, red-faced and mute.

It wasn’t until I saw him sit down in my chair and pick up the briefing on the table that I found my voice at last.

“Hey!!”

I dashed over and snatched it out of his hands.

“What are you doing?! This is my case!”

“But this looks really fun!” Dazai said, already reaching for another page on the table. “Way more fun than what I’m doing, anyway. Wanna switch?”

“No! Give that back—”

I was so preoccupied fighting with him over the papers that I barely noticed the knock at the door.

“Excuse me...”

A young man materialized in the doorway. He had very short, black hair and was wearing a pale blue button-down shirt and jeans. Looking around nervously, he lowered his fist from where he was knocking on the door.

“I’m Nomura,” he said politely, trailing off as his dark eyes flicked from me to Dazai and back. “Are you.. Kusunoki Kyou-san?”

He looked hesitant. And just a touch embarrassed. As I raised my eyes to meet his, he averted his gaze.

“Um, thank you for taking my case on such short notice. I-I know the Agency gets really busy at this time of day but you know, I can come back later. When you’re...”

He gulped, his face going pink.

“Less busy.”

I realized then that in my attempts to get the papers back, I’d practically thrown myself over Dazai’s shoulder and from the way I was positioned... that bandaged maniac had a clear view down my shirt.

I flushed.

“No, no, you’re fine!” I exclaimed, pushing myself off of Dazai, who was looking a little too pleased for my liking. “P-please, have a seat, Nomura-san. I’m so sorry about this—I was just reviewing your case.”

As Nomura bowed slightly and gingerly went to take a seat on the other side of the couch, Dazai picked his headphones off the table and stood to leave at last. He grinned at the flustered young man as he passed him by.

“Don’t mind me, Nomura-san,” he chuckled. “I was just on my way out.”

He stopped just before the door and turned to shoot me a wink.

“Good luck with your case, Kusunoki-kun.”

I glared back at him and his grin changed into a cheeky smirk.

“You’re gonna do great.”

As he rounded the corner and left the booth, Nomura turned to me with a small, unsteady smile.

“Must be nice,” he mumbled, fidgeting in his seat, “getting to spend time with your boyfriend at work.”

My jaw hit the floor.

“He...” My voice sounded small, horrified. I could barely get the words out. “He’s not my boyfriend...”

I hung my head.

“He’s my mentor...”

Nomura’s eyes widened and I suddenly wished I could sink through the floor and disappear.

Great. Not only had I been unable to review my client’s case before he came in, but the client was now under the impression that I was being unprofessional and fooling around at work. And worst of all...

I bit back a scream as the thought echoed in my head.

Nomura thought Dazai was my boyfriend.

My first solo case was off to a fantastic start...

[lisinfleur]

Jag Känner En Bot

The request:

Author’s Notes | I made an OC for this because of the name confusion idea and I used this music – Boten Anna (Basshunter, 2008) - as inspiration! I hope you guys like this! Thanks for the sweet request! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x OC Info | Modern Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW7 Words | 2687 ⁑ Warnings: Some cursing.

His friend was late.

Great.

He was sitting on that table, waiting for around half of an hour more than what they had settled when his phone finally vibrated with something from "G4m1ng" - a follower from his blog that became super active, enough to start exchanging messages with himself and become a friend.

His name was Dylan and they were chatting for a while now. The guy was a top supporter of Ivar's work with the blog, even suggesting he should start streaming his games for more views and maybe a career. And that was the secondary reason for that meeting, to be honest. Ivar wanted to know someone who had been giving him different tips for his favorite games, making his nights incredible fun and also, maybe start something new like a bigger and more audacious project having this supporter by his side.

His intention was to invite the guy to work with him and maybe edit his videos for a new Youtube channel, or maybe something on Twitch. He didn't know what was the best investment or platform and his hope was that talking to Dylan would help him to figure this out.

He had thought about this idea for a while and set up the meeting was something they had talked to each other for almost a whole week. They settled that place because it served the best fries of the city - something them both had in common as well.

Dylan knew about his disease and wasn't a problem. In fact, they sometimes spent days texting to each other because Ivar was having a painful day of bluest eyes and had to be in bed for a longer time.  

The guy was an amazing friend - so Ivar was starting to feel worried something had happened because it never passed through his mind Dylan could, somehow, intentionally miss that meeting.

When the phone vibrated, Ivar unblocked the screen quickly opening the notification to see a strange question from his friend...

"Where are you, bro? Gave up on meeting me?"

Ivar frowned. There wasn't a sister location for that restaurant brand: it was the only one in town so it was impossible Dylan had gone to somewhere else.

His fingers started typing a fast answer, trying to figure out what was going on by softly teasing his friend to come.

"I'm at table 20. Did you found a way to get lost here, dude? C'mon... There is a pretty young lady alone two tables from me on the 18. If you take too long, I might want to sit with her and share our fries."

An emoji of a laughing face, despite the concern. Maybe Dylan was only not recognizing him or finding the table. Ivar lifted his face to look for his friend, but what was his surprise when the girl on table 18 took her wide eyes from the screen and looked straight at him, getting up from her table and coming closer to speak directly at him.

"Ivar? I mean... 'I.Boneless'?" she asked, utterly surprised.

Well, this was something he wasn't expecting.

Ivar was sure that he hadn't published his face online too many times and his avatar was the picture of a Viking prince from a series he liked to watch some years ago so. It was pretty unlikely that girl could be some kind of follower that was recognizing him.

"Yeah, I'm... I use this nick but... how do you know it's me?" he asked and she giggled before really falling on a long laugh, causing Ivar to be even more confused.

"Oh, my god! I can't believe this is happening. Fuck!" she cursed, laughing even more.

Damn... Ivar couldn't see Dylan anywhere. And that situation was starting to be embarrassing. Why the fuck she was laughing that much?

"Pretty young lady?" She said, causing Ivar to freeze. "Bro... The last thing I ever thought about myself was pretty... Now about you? Jez, Ivar, you're hot!" she joked.

Just like...

"Dylan??"

The girl exploded in laughs again.

"Dude, you should see your face!" she smiled. "Yeah, bro. I'm Dylan... Dylan Elyah Summers, and it's very nice to meet you, Ivar," the girl said, extending her hand for him to shake.

"I thought you... I..." he said, speechless, shaking her hand as she giggled again, sitting in front of him at the table.

"I know. You thought I was a guy, right?"

Dylan smiled at Ivar's affirmative nod, giggling as he scratched his nape.

"It happens a lot of times. My parents gave me a unisex name, so lots of times people think I'm a boy," she smiled.

"Yeah, that's pretty confusing," Ivar said, and the smile on Dylan's face diminished a little.

"It's not a problem for you, is it?" she asked.

Ivar could notice a certain bitterness in her voice. As a person with lots of bitter moments in his life, he knew what was that bitter taste on her tone and it wasn't hard for him to figure out her reasons: he could bet a dozen idiots had already rejected her as soon as they discovered she was a gamer girl and not the dude they were expecting to see. Other dozen had probably just started hitting on her like a bunch of horny dogs... He knew his gender: Men could be pretty toxic in his community. Instead, Ivar decided to act differently.

"Of course, it is! How dare you not to tell me you were a girl?" he started, causing her to cringe and sigh, sure she would lose another friend before he smiled at her once again. "I would be waiting for the 30 minutes of lateness, dude. Ya know, makeup, hair stuff..." he joked, receiving a small and friendly punch on his shoulder and noticing she blushed a little.

"Asshole."

They spoke for hours, sharing three whole portions of fries with cheese and bacon before they had structured together the whole plan for the new idea. Dylan was super excited about the project, but Ivar had to admit he couldn't stop thinking about how incredible it was to find such a pretty girl that was so similar to him, liked the same things, was so intelligent and charming as Dylan was...

At the end of that amazing day, Ivar and Dylan shared the Ubber that stopped first in his house, closer to the restaurant.

"I see you at the weekend!" he said, confirming the new meeting they had settled for the next weekend to start the channel's physical preparatives at his house.

"My ass! Go log on the game, bro! I see you online in the next thirty minutes! Bye, Ivar!"

"Bye!" Ivar waved back before she closed the door of the car that left taking her towards her home.

"Dylan's sister?" Hvitserk asked, stopping by his side while biting an apple after almost scaring Ivar's soul outta his body.

"No. That's Dylan. Fuck, Hvitserk! You fucking scared me!" Ivar complained before noticing Hvitserk had literally choked with the piece of that damn apple, hitting his brother's back, causing Hvitserk to spit the piece of apple and start coughing at the same moment. "Eat slow!"

"That's... That's fucking... Dylan??" Hvitserk tried, still recovering from the choking surprise. "What the fuck, Ivar!? You went out with that hottie and is standing here as if it was nothing? Brother! She's gorgeous!"

"Stop it, Hvitserk," Ivar warned while walking inside. "Yeah, she's beautiful, she's a girl, but it doesn't change anything. She's still the same Dylan we use to play together. Don't ruin the experience by starting to hit on her ok? For fuck's sake, keep your dick out of your mind!"

But Hvitserk giggled, looking at him with malice.

"Don't worry, brother. I won't hit on my brother's girlfriend..."

It was Ivar's time to almost choke with his own saliva.

"What?"

Hvitserk giggled again.

"C'mon, Ivar! You speak about this friend all the time, she likes the same things you like, she loves the games you love, you guys talk for hours! I can't believe you discovered Dylan is a girl and didn't ask her to marry you on spot! The two of you are perfect for one another!"

"Nah. No, no. You can stop it right now," Ivar warned. "Don't put your fingers into it!"

Hvitserk's smile became even more malicious.

"You want her, don't you?"

Ivar frowned and before he could answer, Hvitserk smiled bigger.

"I knew it!"

"Stay out of it, Hvitserk!"

This time, it was a harder warning.

"I really like her. She's really special and what we have is really important to me. Don't ruin everything for me or I'll swear I'll never speak to you once again!"

Hvitserk lifted his hands up, trying to tranquilize Ivar.

"Relax, brother... I won't mess up with your girl ok?"

"She's not my girl!" Ivar insisted.

"With Dylan! Dylan! Better now?" Hvitserk answered, still keeping that smile on his face.

Ivar was sure that promise wouldn't be fulfilled. However, he couldn't just get rid of all his brothers so he sighed. At least, Dylan was a nice girl and he was sure she would understand.

And he could always punch Hvitserk's nose if he was going too far so, problem solved, right?

The next few days were kinda strange.

Ivar wasn't being different, nor Dylan. But Hvitserk made the enormous favor to open his big mouth for more than eat the whole kitchen and now everyone knew Dylan was a girl.

Somehow, all the brothers found a way to get closer to her. Even Sigurd, who wasn't making any effort in her direction, ended up speaking to her for a long time about good soundtracks for the new channel, even spending a whole evening in a chat with her, explaining and teaching her about the new synthesizer and what she could make using it.

But the one who was bothering him Ivar the most was Hvitserk himself, all the time trying to be into their chat rooms, always catching Dylan's attention to himself... Ivar remember he told Hvitserk to not to hit on her just because she was a girl, but it was the same to tell a door to not to open! The bastard even invented he wanted to open his own blog just to get her attention on teaching him things so he could have a different style and not be so similar to Ivar's blog!

He really couldn't figure out why was Hvitserk doing this, but surely it was hitting on his balls! And Ivar decided that weekend would be the day for him to put a period on that sentence.

Dylan was his friend for a long time, he liked her, they had everything in common and if someone in that house would be with her, this someone would be him!

When Dylan arrived for their meeting, Hvitserk went all smiles to open the door, receiving her, and even spending a long time of conversation with the girl before Ivar could actually figure out she was already in his home.

"Oh, hi Ivar!" She said, smiling bigger at him than she was smiling at Hvitserk,

But noticing Ivar was kinda serious, Dylan closed her smile.

"We need to talk," he said, getting the girl kinda anxious.

"Is there something wrong, Ivar?" Hvitserk asked.

A malicious smile on his face. Surely the bastard was planning something. Ivar just kept his icy eyes into his brother's greens.

"I'll talk to you later. This is something between me and Dylan."

Hvitserk shrugged as Dylan started following Ivar to his room.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, really anxious now.

"No," Ivar answered, walking through the hall.

"Did something happened?" she asked again.

"No," Ivar answered, monosyllabic one more time, opening the door and entering his room into what Dylan stormed up, annoyed.

"Then tell me what the fuck is going on at once, Ivar!"

"I like you. More than just a friend. And I want you to be my girl."

The sentence sounded like a slap in Dylan's face that became instantly red like a tomato while Ivar was closing his door before looking at her once again.

"W...What did you just say?"

"I said..." he looked straight into her eyes, to warrant she would be able to see his true feelings through them. "I said I like you and I want you to be my girl."

"Ivar..." Dylan hesitated, looking at him. "Are you sure? I mean... You're... I am... I..." she stumbled on the words causing Ivar to smile.

She was sweet when speechless like that.

"You just have to say yes or no, Dylan. It won't change the way I see you. I just want to be real for you. I like you for real, I hardly doubt I'll ever find a girl who sees the world and thinks about it the same way I do... Like you do... You make me happy; you make me forget the disease, the pain; you paint my world in a way I can look at it without seeing it grey. And I want this... I want you by my side."

"Jez..." She spat.

And it was the time for Ivar to think she would break his heart probably saying he wasn't his brother...

He wasn't like Hvitserk, for sure.

But Dylan just smiled.

"You're pretty, sweet, and really know how to speak to a woman. I deserve an achievement for this," she said, lifting her hand to touch Ivar's face with a sweet smile on her lips "Something like 'World's best guy's girlfriend' or something like that..."

Her smile became bigger and Ivar smiled back, coming closer.

"I agree. We should receive some new achievements like 'Ivar's girl' for you, 'Dylan's boy' for me," he said causing her to giggle. "However, I think there is one more thing missing for us to reach these goals."

"Oh, you think? And what it is?" she asked with a smile.

Before Ivar leaned his face, softly mashing his lips against hers; what Dylan received with tenderness, wrapping her arms around Ivar's neck.

They ended up not working at the project, spending the whole time she spent in his house together, exchanging caresses and enjoying each other.

By the night, when she had to go home, Ivar suggested Dylan come back tomorrow for a new visit.

"Then we could try to start working on the channel this time," he joked and she smiled.

"If I can stop trying to find the stars in the sky of your mouth, we can maybe work, for a difference," she answered with a giggle and Ivar smiled, caressing her face before they exchanged a new kiss of goodbye.

"See you tomorrow, Dy."

"Wait, are you two together?" Hvitserk's voice echoed and Ivar turned from the door towards his brother.

"Yes. Dylan is my girlfriend now and I would like you to..." Ivar started, about to tell Hvitserk to stop hitting on his girl when Hvitserk giggled, patting his back and interrupting him.

"Fucking finally! I thought I would have to really try to kiss her to have you motivated, little bro. Congrats!"

Dylan started laughing almost immediately. Ivar, on the other hand, frowned looking at Hvitserk.

"What?" Hvitserk said, smiling. "You are perfect to each other, bro! I just knew you wouldn't go forward so I made you think I was interested just to give you a little push forward. You're welcome!"

"Fuck you, Hvitserk!" Ivar answered punching Hvitserk's shoulder and watching as his brother left, laughing.

"He's smart... I think I owe him some fries for infuriating you," Dylan said and Ivar smiled at her.

"He doesn't worth a dime. Don't get yourself misled, love."

Dylan instantly smiled tenderly.

"Oh... That's so cute."

"What?" Ivar asked, surprised.

"You called me 'love'," She smiled. "I really can get used to this."

Ivar came closer embracing her with his free hand and smiling.

"Well, get used to being spoiled all the time, love. I'll call you like this for a long... Long time...”

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On Broke Wings (They Collapse)

Fandom: Supergirl Pairing: Querl Dox/Winn Schott Jr Warnings: OOC Characters, Angst, Mild Blood, Buried Alive, Brainy is bad at feelings, Lena is a bro, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, pre-slash, getting together Description: People think Brainy and Winn have a sort of frenemy style relationship. They bicker, and argue, and occasionally get in each other's faces when things get heated. What many people at the DEO don't seem to realize however is that they also both have feelings or one another. So when Winn gets hurt on a mission after being pushed by Brainy, some of the Super Friends don't exactly want him around while they wait for Winn to recover. Brainy takes their reactions a bit harder than one would expect. Fortunately, Winn still wants him around. Authors Notes: So this is written on a request from @has-a-blonde-sidekick, who it won’t let me tag! Anyway, it’s for my Buried in Rubble square of Bad Things Happen Bingo, so I hope you all enjoy. Read on AO3

He didn’t mean for it to happen. His calculations had put the probability at only 7.3% that Winn could possibly be harmed when Brainy pushed him towards the unblocked exit behind them. He shouldn’t have been harmed. But he was, thanks to one last slaver with an energy weapon they had absolutely no business owning.

Winn had been their bait, much to everyone's protest. But the slavers wanted humans. Intelligent ones. And since Winn had got back he had shown he was more than capable of taking care of himself thanks to training with the Legion while he worked to save the future.

Brainy feels like his brain is short-circuiting as he hears the crack of concrete and thunderous roar of the far wall of the abandoned factory collapsing behind him. He turns just in time to see Winn duck down and try to protect himself as the large shards of the former wall rain down on him. He’s at the pile of rubble before it can even settle, Kara and the others joining him a moment later when they’ve disarmed the last slaver and gotten him cuffed with the rest.

“What were you thinking, Brainy! The wall was already damaged, why would you push him towards it!” Alex snaps as Brainy reaches for the same piece of rubble as her. He reels back, unsure of how to react to such a statement. Alex is mad, clearly, and not just because she’s worried for her friend.

“I was-” He’s cut off by Kara tossing a large piece of rubble to (hopefully it was to and not at?) him which he sets aside with the rest. Between him, J’onn, Alex, and Kara they have Winn uncovered quickly, and it’s clear he’s badly hurt from the way he’s lying curled up on the dusty floor.

He’s unconscious. Blood running down his face from somewhere in his hairline, a clearly broken arm tucked against his chest, and a multitude of scrapes and bruises all over. Brainy makes a move to go to him, but J’onn pulls him back as Kara steps forward. He can tell from the look of concentration on her face that she’s x-raying him. He tries to pull out of J’onns hold, but the Martian has a stern look on his face and refuses to budge as Kara scoops Winn up and flies off with him after telling Alex she’s taking him to the DEO.

Alex is already running to her DEO issue SUV to follow before Brainy really knows what’s happening.

“We need to help with the prisoners,” J’onn says, tone oddly cold. Brainy assumes it’s because he’s picking up on the frustration and worry from all of them and he’s trying to block it out.

He nods numbly, and J’onn finally lets go of his arms before turning to go help the DEO agents that remain in getting the slavers out of the one remaining exit and into the waiting vehicles outside. Something inside him is screaming to go to Winn, make sure he’s going to be alright. But he knows he has a job to do, and that Kara wouldn’t have moved him if he wasn’t stable enough to handle it. She would take him to a hospital and not just the DEO if he was in any danger. He lets those facts comfort him. As much as they can anyway. His faith is logic is cracking like the wall that fell on the man he loves.

And isn’t that a sobering thought. He loves Winn. And he is aware that Winn has some kind of romantic feelings for him in turn, but neither has dared speak it yet. And now Winn is hurt and all Brainy can think of is getting his job done as quickly and efficiently as possible so he can fly back to the DEO and get an update on Winn’s condition.

Once the last prisoner is secured in the transport, he’s off like a shot, flying as fast as he can towards DEO headquarters. It takes a few minutes. They were fairly far north. So by the time he arrives Alex has just arrived herself a few minutes before and is with a few of the other medical staff members in a private room with Winn.

A room which has Kara standing at the door, still in her costume with her arms crossed over her chest and a look on her face that Brainy hasn’t seen before. It’s a combination of worry and raw anger. He finds himself slowing his pace as he approaches.

“Supergirl, is there any word yet on Winn’s condition?” He asks, stopping a few steps back and craning his neck to look past her and in through the small window on the door. He can’t see much. Winn is laid out on a table, several people shuffling about around him and obscuring him mostly from Brainy’s view.

“No, but he has a skull fracture and a broken arm and ankle. What were you thinking, Brainy? Didn’t you see the wall was about to come down?” Kara asks, frustration clear in her voice as well as the worry over her friend.

“I had assessed the probability of the wall collapsing at 7.3%. I was unaware that one of the combatants had an energy weapon, one not used on his home planet I might add, until he discharged it and hit the wall. Had I known, I would never have pushed him to run to the exit on that side of the factory,” he explains, his own frustration growing as he speaks. He knows he screwed up. He knows he’s responsible for Winn being hurt.

Kara remains silent for a long moment, clearly processing what he’s said before speaking. That or she’s listening in on what’s being said in the room behind her. “Alex and the others are going to be in there for a while, I think it’s best if you go for now.” Her tone isn’t it’s usual warm one, but he can see in her eyes that she doesn’t mean to hurt him by saying it.

Nodding, he pauses mid turn and looks back at her over his shoulder. “Please let me know when Winn is awake,” he says, waiting for a nod from Kare before heading down the hall and to the locker room.

It’s a bit overwhelming. Everyone acting so… harsh, towards him. Worrying for Winn. Being unable to do anything but go back to work.

He gets as far as the labs once he’s changed back into his DEO issue work clothes when he feels the urge to be anywhere but at his desk. His desk where is also Winn’s desk. That’s how he ends up in Lena’s lab, pacing the familiar space that holds no memories of Winn.

He doesn’t hear Lena walk in, too focused on running simulations and calculations deep in his mind. He knows he’s just making things worse for himself by doing so, but it’s all he can think to do given that he’s been banished by his friends from being where he most wants to be.

It takes Lena stepping in front of him and putting a hand on his shoulder to get Brainy to actually stop and look up from where he’d been staring at the floor. He has to blink a few times before he’s able to see her, tears he didn’t realize he was shedding clouding his vision.

“Brainy, what are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be in the infirmary with the others?” It’s the softest anyone has spoken to Brainy since the incident, now well over an hour ago by his internal clock, and it makes some strong feeling twist in his chest and his breath hitch.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Lena says, hand rubbing his shoulder softly as she guides him to take a seat on the small sofa on the far side of the room. “Winn’s going to be fine. I just spoke to Alex, they’ve got him patched up and resting with enough pain medication to make sure he’s comfortable when he wakes up.”

It takes him a minute to compose himself, but once he does he looks Lena in the eyes and tries to sort out how he’s feeling before he speaks. “Supergirl told me to go. I think she and the others blame me for Winn being injured on today’s mission. Which is an accurate assessment, I did push him and tell him to run to the exit on the wall that collapsed. But I didn’t intend for him to be hurt.”

“It was an accident,” Lena supplies, giving a sympathetic look that has tears welling up in Brainy’s eyes again.

“Yes. I don’t understand, the others act as if I intentionally pushed Winn into danger,” Brainy says, tone giving away how frustrated and affected he is by this whole situation. “Surely they must realize I would never hurt Winn! I love him, how could I possibly hurt him!”

The stunned smile Lena gives him only lasts a moment before she pulls him into a hug. He freezes, unsure how to respond until Lena’s hands rub his back and pull him a little closer. He finds his own arms wrapping around her in turn as the feelings he’s battling bubble to the surface and he beings to really cry.

~~~~~

When Winn wakes up he has absolutely no idea what is going on. He just knows his eyelids are heavy and he hears beeping and people walking around whispering. It takes him a bit to realize he can indeed open his eyes, and he blinks in confusion at the brace currently covering his elevated right ankle and the cast covering most of his left arm.

“Why’s my arm n’ leg all wrapped up?” he asks, words as slurred. He does some weird movements with his mouth and tongue, feeling like he can make them work right if he does something to wake them up. It doesn’t work.

Alex is at his side a moment later, relief clear on her face to everyone but Winn, who is looking at his fingers on the hand currently in a cast. He’s wiggling them and staring like he isn’t sure they’re actually his. “They’re broken,” Alex says carefully, pulling out a penlight and making Winn look up as she checks his pupils. “Do you remember what happened?”

Squinting and batting at the light with his good hand, he tries to think. He remembers going to some tech convention and letting himself almost be kidnapped for a sting operation. And he remembers a shoot out… “Did a wall fall on me?” he asks after a long pause.

Alex lets out a sigh of relief at that, glad his memory is intact and he isn’t showing any signs of brain swelling or damage so far. “It did, but you’re going to be fine. You just rest now.”

Winn nods before looking around the room expectantly then pouting. “Where ‘s everyone else?” People are missing. He’s sure of it.

“Kara’s helping J’onn interrogate the slavers. She’ll be in to see you soon.” Alex assures, already turning away to fiddle with the I.V. hanging beside Winn’s bed.

“Where’s Brainy?” Winn asks a moment later, earning a grimace in response. He doesn’t miss the face Alex makes, and it makes him worry far more than someone this high on pain meds should be able to. “Is he a’right?”

Clearing her throat, Alex straightens up and composes herself before speaking. “Don’t worry about him, just get some rest,” she repeats for the last time before turning down the lights and leaving the room.

Winn wants to call out to her and ask where Brainy is again, but the lowered lights and the soft beep of the heart monitor start to drag him towards sleep. He knows he should rest, but he needs to know if Brainy is okay. Alex didn’t say where he was like with Kara and J’onn… So maybe he got hurt too?

Before he can dwell on it further the pain meds that Alex increased without his knowledge kick in and he’s out like a light.

Hours later he wakes up to find Kara and Alex both sitting in the room with him. There’s pizza on a tray table nearby and they’re talking softly until Winn lets out a groan that announces his return to consciousness.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Kara asks, already up and at his side to help him get into a slightly more comfortable position, which is a real bitch given the arm cast and ankle brace.

“Peachy, think I’ll go for a walk later…” Winn says with a giggle that has Kara and Alex relaxing further. “Where’s Brainy?” he adds once he’s propped up more comfortably and has a slice of pizza set before him.

He’s too busy digging into what feels like the first food he’s had in ages, and not just roughly 5 hours, to notice the looks Kara and Alex trade. Lena came down with Brainy not long after Winn had woken up and gone back to sleep, and they were turned away, a bit harshly on Alex’s part. Brainy came back 2 hours after that, but this time it was Kara that shooed him away with a glare and snapped promise that he would get an update later.

When he doesn’t get an answer, Winn sets his pizza down and looks between Kara and Alex before looking past them to the open door to try and see if the Coluan is out in one of the beds in the main area of the infirmary. “Is he hurt? Did the wall hit him too?”

Kara shakes her head and steps into Winn’s field of vision, a smile on her face that he would know was fake if he wasn’t currently in the land of bunnies and pink elephants. “No, he’s fine. Don’t you worry about him. You just eat your pizza and get some more rest. You were hurt pretty bad.”

Winn scoffs and shifts away when Kara reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder. “I know that. ‘M not an invalid. Why won’t you tell me where he is? What happened?”

“Winn, we just think you should rest and not have too many visitors,” Alex says from her seat. “We don’t want to stress you out.”

“Not knowing if he’s okay is stressing me out,” Winn argues, a pout forming on his face yet again. “I want to see him.”

His tone makes it clear he isn’t going to back down, and Alex can’t up his meds to get him to fall asleep and drop it like she did earlier. Kara and Alex trade looks before both sighing. A beat later Kara walks out of the room, using the phone on the other side of the wall to call Lena’s lab and see if she and Brainy are still there.

A moment later she’s back and gestures for Alex to come with her. “He’ll be here in a minute,” she tells Winn before they both disappear out of the room.

Confused, Winn lets himself settle back into the mound of pillows that Kara made behind him. His head is throbbing in a way reminiscent of a migraine, though duller. He isn’t sure if that means the pain meds he’s on are wearing off or his frustration is just making his condition worse. Either way, he ends up closing his eyes and letting his head tip back against the pillow as he waits.

The sound of soft footsteps approaching his room causes Winn to open his eyes and lift his head in time to see Brainy step into his doorway. He looks… anxious. Face a bit ruddy like he’s been crying and eyes a little red. His image inducer is turned off for a change, and it’s clear he’s uncomfortable. Not that Winn can figure out why. He’s just happy to see him.

“There you are!” He says, relief bleeding into his voice as he reaches out his good hand and wiggles his fingers in a get in here motion. When the Coluan hesitates he heaves a sigh and rolls his eyes before patting the bit of open space on the side of the bed. “Get in here, Brainy.”

Hesitantly, Brainy comes forward, stopping a good foot away from Winn’s bed.

“Are you alright?” Winn asks, looking him over. “They didn’t want me to see you. I don’t get why. Did you get hurt when the wall fell too?”

Something in Brainy’s expression shifts so quickly that Winn doesn’t have time to process it before the other man shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest. “I was still handcuffing one of the slavers when it fell. You were the only one injured.”

Winn sags back into the pile of pillows at that, relieved that Brainy is alright. “Come here,” he says, patting the edge of the bed again. “Come on, dude. I don’t bite.”

That gets a snort from the Coluan, who finally bridges the gap between them and comes to sit on the edge of Winn’s bed. “I am sorry, Winn. I did not mean for you to get hurt. I never would have told you to go that way had I kno-” He’s cut off when Winn reaches out and grabs his hand from where it rests on his lap.

Winn gives it a squeeze, noticing how warm the other man's skin is as he does so. “Stop apologizing. I don’t blame you. Woulda ran that way anyway. It was the closest exit,” he shrugs off, letting his fingers slip between Brainy’s as the Coluans hand turns in his grasp. It’s nice. Like they fit together perfectly.

When he looks up Brainy is staring him straight in the eyes, obviously unsure of how to respond.

Winn can’t help the dopey grin that spread across his face. “If I’d know holding your hand was all it took to render you speechless I would have done it ages ago,” he says with a nod before using their joined hands to pull Brainy a bit closer.

“Clearly you are being affected by the medication Alex has given you, I should-” he starts to stand, but Winn keeps hold of his hand and refuses to let him get away.

“Bullshit. I know I’m loopy but that doesn’t change how I feel. Now sit down and talk to me,” Winn manages to sound like his old self for the entire statement, but its effect is lessened by the slightly exaggerated pout that follows. It helps that Winn’s thumb is also stroking the back of Brainy’s hand in a way that is very calming.

Signing, Brainy sits back down, this time much closer, so the hand Winn is holding is in his lap and he can put his other hand on Winn’s arm. It’s a light touch, like he’s afraid he’ll be rebuked any moment for doing so. “What is it you wish to talk about?”

“Us,” Winn says bluntly.

“Us?” Brainy reiterates, head tilting a little as he squints at Winn.

“Yes, us. There should be an us.” It’s a statement of fact. Not a suggestion. And he can’t help but grin at the way the Coluans cheeks darken a bit at it. “Come on, I know you have a thing for me. And you’d have to be blind not to notice I’m into you. Spending two years in the future has had a good impact on me. I see your personality as charming now.” The sage nod that follows makes Brainy bark a laugh.

“We should discuss this when you’re on a lower dose of pain medication,” he points out, but doesn’t try to argue against the idea of them being an us . Instead, he looks around the room before turning back to Winn. “I will stay, but only if you agree to eat and then get some more sleep. I don’t imagine it’s healthy for you to be receiving so much medication on an empty stomach.”

Signing, Winn let’s go of Brainy’s hand so he can pick up his now room temp slice of pizza to take a bite. “Fine, but if you aren’t here when I wake up I’m getting out of this bed and coming to find you.”

That gets another laugh out of the other man, who nods and agrees before pulling the rolling tray table with the rest of the pizza over and grabbing a slide of his own.

Outside of the room, Kara and Alex stand a ways back with Lena, who’s smiling like the cat that got the canary. “I told you they didn’t hate each other,” she says, doing her best to keep her voice it’s usual tone.

Alex is just shaking her head while Kara looks absolutely stunned. Lena drags them away a moment later, promising them drinks on her so long as they both apologize to Brainy in the morning. Neither of them protests.

[mylifeasteejeh]

POOPYTHINGY

Hello sweets, This is my first ever blog/whatever you wanna call it. So as many of you know that everyone makes a mistake and I did too. It was a huge mistake, I was going through this creepy phase called “Friendless” (Well I am still friendless but it is not important rightnow I have done enough crazy things, and now I am over this phase,not over it but definately I am over with it.)

So, I was fucked up I didn’t have friends (well I did but I was getting detached from them). Anyways, I was a high school junior ,“A friendless Nerdy fugly” high school junior. Out of the need for a friend I joined the world’s most creepy and fucked up social media platform, now if you know which platform I am talking about then you know what kind of people are there.

And it’s called *drumrolls*

Kik,

Yeah I know Kik, now I think this is enough for you guys to know how fucked up I was.

So, basically guys Kik is a “World of all the heartbroken lovers/Creepsters/All time Sexuallyaroused freaks/Jobless Dicks or Vayjays (Girls are there too) ”. Although some people are nice there but being a part of that platform proves that You’re Dab-shit crazy. Yup, So I had join this crazy Poopythingy (Wait, this is nice okay so lets call Kik a “Poopythingy”) when I was a 8 grader and nothing really happen at that time and I got bored so I deleted it. Then, all of a sudden, you know that one moment when your mind says “ okay bitch, I am getting bored let’s get your life into a shit”.

*Brain searches through the “Fuckingfreakishlycrappyandweird Up things i saved this bitches Ass from” File and Takes out the closest or random option*

Therefore, out of the blue in my chemistry class I got this idea or I suddenly got this recap of what the 8th grader me had download, and then I am like “let’s Re-download that app again” And now guys I have that Poopythingy again in my phone.

*SlowClaps and Tears of joy*

Well, I was feeling like The great Columbus, searching for new friends to whom I can cry about my life and fucking everything.

I know you all are thinking that it was stupid of me, But you know What? “The brain wants What it wants” and I am a cancer Motherfuckers, yeah a CANCER. So this explain pretty much everything, therefore,you can’t blame me.

So The Columbus, made a fake account by name “Tris” ( yes, I was inspired by Divergent series). So, My boat (The account on Poopythingy) was ready for the trip, I also got inspired by this book I read where the girl meets her bestfriend through social media.

*Eyerolls*

Yup, I was inspired by a RomCom Book. So, I got these Message requests from all the “Jake to Chris” and most of them had Justin freaking Bieber as their profile picture ( I feel bad for Justin), Well, the ones who had JB as their pro pic were from my country mostly, the guys from other countries were more smart and used varieties of Different celebrities and even pics of “Things Which must not be named” (more like organs) . And they had these creepy Bios “I will make cute babies or Lyrics of songs”, and guys from my country had these R-rated poetry thingys which were picked up from “The Universal PickUp lines/ Peotry thingy Book” (Every heart broken guy/girl in my country has this Book, their brain which is smaller then my thumb automatically downloads this). So, i got a lot of crazylyfreakish messages. But Boy, I didn’t loose hope, my brain was not letting that candle of “lets get your life fucked up” blow.

I kept on searching, one robots ( it has robots for different things, like for dating/getting the solutions to your problems etc etc) to other. After, a lot of hardwork, searching day and night, joining one group ( got kicked out from two, because of my nationality, I was more smart the third time and told them that I live in some other country, because I knew that most of those suckers were from my country pretending to be from other country) to another. I kept looking and when I felt that finding a friend here is as difficult as finding a water castle in a dessert, I lost all the hope. I was about to leave ( keyword: about)

But my brain had other plans.

*It wanted me to open one of my message request and talk to the person who had messaged me recently* And this is exactly what I did.

Well, guys at least this guy had is own pic as pro pic, so 10 points to me for at least not choosing one of those JB guys.

Well, I talked to him for an hour, he was pretending to be from London, his e-mail address below his username gave him away (oh wait, lets call my so-called friend Voldemort) so I asked Voldemort “why do you have different name in your E-mail address”. Now, your bitch here is great at faking it so I had create a fake E-mail with name tris@blahblah something and used it for my fake account. And when he asked how do I know how to speak/read his language then I made up a story that my dad is from your country and he shifted to this country due to bussiness and he met my mom here and they got married, yes I created a sappy love story for my parents.

Now, I don’t know what got into me I told Voldemort truth about myself. We shared phone numbers and became good friends. He called me every night, although I told him to only message me and never call me. But he didn’t listen, I talked to him for a week. I had a breakdown when i was was on a call with him and after that we became bestfriends, I don’t know how but he always knew when something was wrong with me or will call me to check up on me, it don’t know but I felt good whenever I used to talk to him. It was a nice change. And then I told my sister about him. She was happy but told me to be careful.

Now if you’re a Cancer then you know that we trust others like crazy but if someone sow a seed of doubt then we start overthinking and then we suddenly become Sherlock Homes. Like bruh, we have a mind of spy, we listen carefully to what you say and think about every single word you say.

Okay, so Voldermort here did say some things and then refused that he didn’t say what he said, so me being me I ignored and thought maybe he forget or I just brushed it off. But after my sister said “Be careful”, I started overthinking and I thanked that Poophead for warning me. It was getting hard for me to ignore his words now, and one day he suddenly said that he likes me. I was happy that a guy liked fugly little me and I liked him too because he was there for me when I was alone, I was over the moon and my heart was thumping like crazy in my chest and I had butterflies in my stomach when I heard him say those three words “ I like you”. I was happy and told him that I liked him too, but you know that it’s not possible to be in a relationship with someone you don’t trust. Well, I liked him and was not thinking straight when I was talking to him, he had that kind of effect on me, his voice had that kind of effect on me ( his voice was hypnotising) and no one has ever had that kind of effect on me. I brushed off all the doubts that I had. I talked to him normally. Then the shit started happening he called me next day and said that he likes this girl in his school I was taken aback and was like okay, cool I will help you to get her if you want. And then he said that he is in “love with her”. And I was confused because last night he said that he liked me ( And It was in more than friends things). I didn’t say anything I just listened to him, he talked about her for an entire hour. So, I thought that maybe he liked this girl a lot, so I was okay with it. But then he stopped talking about her he started talking about me and said “You know you’re more then a best friend and a girlfriend and you will even be more important to me then my wife”. And at this time I was freaked out because I knew what he was doing, I understood that this fuckster was playing with my brain. But again I brushed it off, next day he said that he loves me, and This was what I shouted at 2:00 am in the morning “WHAT?! FUCK NO” thank God my parents and grandparents were not at home and only my sister was with me. I knew that this was crazy and I should stop it. Next, day he again talked about this girl he likes and that she is his neighbor. I thought it was the same girl but she wasn’t and he denied guys, he denied telling me that he liked a different girl one day ago.

Voldermort here even after knowing that I hate lies was lying to me. I fumed up I mean Sweet bunnyfussy slippers, NO ONE LIES TO ME. And then, it all clicked he is playing with me. But then when I showed him the proof that he did tell me that he likes someone else, he made an excuse saying “oh, she’s..I just have a crush on her”. And I thought okay, I gave him a benefit of doubt.

But then this kept on happening and I knew that I can’t brush his words off anymore like not even a slightest I just can’t and then when he called me I blocked him.

But my brain had other plans

*He was like let’s make you unblock him because Bitch I am not done yet* and I did exactly that I fucking unblocked him. And confronted him, I knew I need that and I wanted to get completely over with this, I wanted to put a full stop on this.

Now, I unblocked him but I waited for him to text me and when he did, he said “I called you because I lost my grandpa in an accident and I was in the hospital” but guys when I last talked to him, he was with his friends watching movie. But before I can point it out he spoke again, he said “ I am coming to your city and since we are friends again can we meet?” And I said “No,we can’t” and He said “ look I am getting this dress stitched for you and and I already paid for it, so can you tell me your Size, because I want the dress to be perfect” and I said “ look I don’t want any dress and don’t even talk to me ever again I am blocking you” He said “ I don’t want to hear anything you are going to take the dress, do whatever you want to do with it burn it for all I care, I know you that you will take it anyways after reading the name of the label”. After reading this I felt like a fucking gold digger. And no one has ever said those words to me. And he crossed all the limits. I told him “The I don’t wanna fucking talk to you and this is it I know that you are a lair, I was ignoring all of your lies and don’t you ever call me” He said “ if you’re not going to talk to me then I will die” and this was it, this guy was totally black mailing me because he added “ my mother is not at home I am alone you know I can cut my wrist” I was freaked out people and I knew that he will not do anything I knew it, but if I stop rightnow of if I listen to him then he will use this as an advantage in future and I can’t let a guy have so much control over me so my last words to him were “Then, have a great time in between hell and heaven because Satan will not let you enter the hell and heaven is obviously out of the option for you”

Then I blocked him.

*My brain freaking had the guts to say I told you so*

Well, I know this is pretty fucked up thing but I learned one thing from this case that The best friend you can ever have is yourself. You don’t need anyone else for making yourself happy. I know sometimes it can be lonely and you need someone.

You know when I feel like this, I do something to distract myself specially my brain.

Another thing I posted this is to warn you guys to never download that Poopythingy. And that if you’re going through this then remember that you’re not the only one with bad luck in making friends.

Also, reading something and experiencing something are two different things, so please when you’re reading this, I request you to put yourself in my shoes. And even if you don’t get what I am trying to say then well then you should do nothing. I don’t care.

I was actually reading out chats, and those are cringy AF, I was such a kind a year ago. I mean yuck I will never talk to someone the way I talked to him.

[the-demelza-robins]

Tea, Greengrass?

a/n: Two Slytherins walk into St. Mungo’s... 

request: none - the words “tea, Greengrass?” popped into my head one night. 

words: 1.5k 

warnings: a blood curse

shameless self promotion: I have a multichap Drastoria fic that’s almost done. Read it here!

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“Tea, Greengrass?”

The woman jumped; she’d been so preoccupied staring at the St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries reception floor  that she hadn’t noticed the shiny black shoes that were now occupying part of it. Cautiously looking up (she knew that voice from somewhere, she just couldn’t place it…), her eyes immediately narrowed when she saw the tall figure of Draco Malfoy looming over her. His angular face looked almost handsome in the sterile light of the waiting room, but of course she wasn’t going to tell him that.

He blinked at her, and she figured she’d been looking at him for a little too long.

Shaking her head as a response (her throat felt too constricted to talk), she tried to focus on anything or anyone else.

Instead of leaving, as any reasonable person would’ve done, the man set one paper cup of tea down on the end table besides Astoria’s couch and sat down. “Never thought I’d see you here,” he said conversationally.

She shrugged, watching out of the corner of her eye as he surveyed the waiting room, his face a mix between interest and disdain. “Most of these people are just fools, don’t you agree? Who doesn’t know how to mend a bloody nose?”

Astoria didn’t know how to mend a bloody nose, but what she did know was that the Malfoys - especially Draco - were known for their judgmental ways, and that it was best not to reveal any weakness while in close proximity to them. She stayed silent. His gaze shifted to her, no doubt looking for any signs of illness or injury. She knew he would find none. Only her close friends had noticed how her shoulders sagged a little more, or how her voice (when she could use it at all) was quieter and more raspy.

“You were much more vocal at Hogwarts, you know.”

She snorted. He seemed pleased to get a reaction out of her. Leaning back (his shoulder was close enough to hers that she could feel it), he took a sip of tea.

“You sure you don’t want some?”

Astoria nodded and pushed some jet-black hair out of her eyes. Her mother claimed she was going grey at the ripe old age of twenty-two. “I’d always known my little Asty was wise beyond her years,” Melodia Greengrass would say, tapping her daughter on the shoulder affectionately.  She was still ignorant - in denial that the blood curse still existed. Ignorant of the fact that her “little Asty” showed all of its symptoms.

God, how Astoria hated that nickname.

Malfoy cocked an eyebrow at the large card with the words I’m rooting for you! emblazoned on the front. “Who’s the card for?”

There was no nonverbal way to answer this, but Astoria, feeling her throat contract painfully, knew that she was in no position to speak. In an effort to buy herself time, she picked up the tea and sipped some of it. It was scalding hot, as she had anticipated, but it did unblock her throat a little. Coughing a few times (and feeling like a complete fool), Astoria cleared her throat. “My mother.”

She was not ready.

“Your mother? What happened to her?”

Astoria glared at Malfoy. It was bad enough that she had to sit through this alone, but with someone else there - especially if that someone else was no other than Draco Malfoy - she’d never make it to the test results center.

“Sorry, I’m just trying to be polite,” the man said.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Malfoys? Polite? Never.

He must’ve seen the disbelief etched into her face, for he leaned forward, mirroring Astoria’s position when he’d first walked in. “We are polite sometimes, you know,” he muttered, staring at the floor. When she made no response, he switched his focus back to her. “What, have you gone mute or something?” he demanded.

“No,” she croaked, wincing at the pain that that small little word caused.

He stared at her for a few more seconds. “It’s usually polite to reply when people talk to you.”

“Ms. Greengrass?”

A new voice cut over the din of the waiting room, and Astoria stood up quickly. Her head felt light and unattached to the rest of her body (something which she was sure was not a good thing) as she walked over to the nurse that was waiting for her by the hallway that led to the examination rooms. She scrutinized the young woman’s face - were there any hints regarding the outcome of the test in her expression?

“Let’s go,” the nurse said, her smile bright. Was it a pity smile, or a genuine one? What did it mean?

Astoria knew she’d soon find out.

The examination room they put her in was bare. St. Mungo’s, Astoria knew, didn’t have much expense to spend on such frivolities such as the decor in such rooms, but the woman couldn’t help but wonder if a brighter coat of paint would decrease waiting-room anxiety. She was familiar with this kind of anxiety because she’d experienced it every time she’d gone to the Wizarding hospital - that period of time when she had nothing to do but pace within the confines of the ten by five space and wait for a piece of life-changing information.

It was harder to pace, now, but she still managed. Her feet echoed across the linoleum floor until a knock sounded on the door.

She froze, then cleared her throat. “Come in.”

What had her mother said? “Hold your head up high, dear, and shoulders back. Don’t soil the Greengrass name by being improper.” Astoria had laughed when Melodia had first suggested this (“I’m sure what’s left of the Greengrass name is already damaged beyond repair, Mother”), but now, of course, she straightened her back and lifted her chin up. Over the course of her life, she’d come to realize that pretend ambivalence made her feel more in control.

A heavyset woman with her mouth set in a grim line entered the room, barely taking in Astoria before sitting down on the stool across from the examination table and drawing in a deep breath.

“No easy way to put it,” she murmured. “I’m sorry, kid. You’ve got the curse.”

And just like that, Astoria’s life imploded.

The woman didn’t mess around. After giving the life-changing diagnosis, she made herself busy by mixing Astoria’s hair into an almost-finished Symptom Smashing potion, which the young Slytherin would take every night before dinner, no exceptions. Feeling like a ghost, the patient left the room after a hurried goodbye. She dodged nurses and other patients in the hallway, a question bouncing through her mind. Who do I tell?

Her mother, surely. But perhaps Daphne first - after all, Melodia Greengrass could be very stubborn when she wanted to and it would take a lot to convince her that her daughter really had the curse.

Her friends, probably. She had few - she had always been a quiet girl with a sardonic exterior beneath the surface that not many people got to see.

Not Draco Malfoy, who was standing in the reception area, waiting for her. No, she should definitely not tell Draco Malfoy, should definitely not walk over to him, should definitely not wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him.

She shouldn’t do those things, shouldn’t have done those things, because that’s exactly what she did - walked over to him and kissed him.

He shouldn’t have reciprocated, shouldn’t have put his arms around her waist.

Shouldn’t, couldn’t.

Did.

And when they finally broke apart, and something like a smile passed through Draco’s face, and Astoria realized that she’d just made out with the Slytherin prince in the middle of the reception room at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, it was too late.

Something had passed between them, and even as she removed her arms from his neck and he disentangled his from her waist, they still stood close.

“I have a blood curse,” she whispered into his ear. It sounded like a joke, why did it sound like a joke? It shouldn’t - it was her life, her future, her hopes and dreams all extinguished quickly. But on her tongue and in her (somewhat tired) head, it sounded like the funniest thing ever. A blood curse.

This was not part of the plan. Her mother would freak out. A sickly daughter had no prospects, no potential suitors (not like she’d had many before). And speaking of suitors, she realized she’d just kissed the most wanted bachelor in the Pureblood community. It was a mistake.

To put it more bluntly - she was hopeless. A disappointment. Her mother would love her in her own twisted way, but her father? Forget it.

They’d take her inheritance away, of course. She wouldn’t survive to see her parents die. No prospects, no money - it was hilarious. A wrench in the machine which was set on rebuilding the Greengrass name.

Draco’s gray eyes flicked around the waiting room before landing on her again. “We should go,” he muttered. “Coffee?”

She smiled. “What about tea?”

After all, she had nothing to lose. Her life was already being thrown away.

And besides, that kiss hadn’t been that bad.

[darkgreiga]

Wishes, Dreams, and Memories Chapter 12

Fandom: Rune Factory 4 Rating: T (to be safe) Genre(s): Adventure, Hurt/Comfort Characters: Lest, Dolce, Amber, Dylas, Leon, Frey, Arthur Summary:  She had a wish to see him again. He had a dream of her last moments. They had their memories of having only each other. The amnesiac Earthmate never knew that by bringing his best friend back wouldn’t make his daily life go back to normal. Nor did he know she was the key to his and his ancestors’ past. Chapters: list Navigation: <<prev   |   next>> Author’s notes: Another update for the day and the relation between Lest and Frey is finally out!

Chapter 12 – Reunion

The airship carrying the three Selphian had lowered into its dock in front of the king’s castle with a pair of soldiers guarding the castle gate. The soldiers donned identical armor which was made of enhanced steel, colored in bright silver. The identical-colored steel helmets covered most of their faces, leaving an opening for their eyes to see. The two soldiers had their silver spears crossed against each other, blocking any unauthorized people from passing into the castle.

The three got off from the airship with Lest carrying a bigger backpack for his and Dolce’s need to stay while Arthur had brought an old scroll in his hand and walked in front of the couple, heading towards the soldiers on guard.

“Lord Arthur! We have been waiting for your arrival,” The soldier on the left side of the gate spoke up.

“And the two people who have come with you are Sir Lest and Lady Dolce, correct?” The soldier on the right side asked.

“Yes. They have come to attend the party this evening,” Arthur replied firmly.

“You may pass, milord,” The soldiers moved their spears away, unblocking the way towards the gate.

Arthur turned to the couple behind him with a smile, “Come, let me show you to your room.”

The three of them went through the gate and into the gigantic grey building. The first room to greet them was a huge room with dark red paint coloring the walls, which were decorated with various paintings of people dressed in formal clothes. A big chandelier, which was decorated with small but detailed golden bird sculptures, was hanging on the ceiling. The ceiling was also painted in four different color schemes, each representing one of the Native Dragons. On the left and right sides of the room, statues of various monsters were lined up neatly.

Arthur stopped in his tracks and turned to the couple, “This is one of the castle’s art rooms. You can see the royal family’s statue collections as well as their portraits.”

“Wow… this is amazing…” Dolce looked around the room in amazement before walking towards a statue of a wooly near the entrance, “I can see a lot of details in this one as well.”

“Oh, that’s actually a gift from one of my clients,” Arthur started, “Her husband is the one who provided the big woolies for our De-Fluffing Festival every year.”

“I’m not surprised,” Lest let out a laugh, “I think she gave the statue because of the order for woolies.”

Arthur responded with a nod, “I assumed so as well. Now, shall we get going?”

As they went through the room, a few women dressed in maid uniform were pacing through the room from and to the paths on the left and right sides of the room between the statues. Some of them were cleaning the statues, but quickly stopped their work for a moment to bow to Arthur as he went through the room and towards the big black doors across the room. He pushed the doors open, letting the sunlight shone straight into their faces.

“The guest chambers are here, surrounding this garden in the middle of this castle,” Arthur said as he continued ahead, “Your chamber should be up ahead.”

As Lest and Dolce were following behind Arthur, Pico had showed up in front of the two while floating to follow their pace, “Are we there yet…?”

“You shouldn’t show yourself here anytime you like, you know,” Dolce commented, “If people see you here, you might get kicked out as an intruder.”

Pico let out a sigh as her pace slowed down enough for her to be floating behind the two, “I just never know it’ll be this far to reach our room…”

The sound of footsteps was heard coming from behind the group, but they were too occupied in their conversation to notice.

“You’re a ghost. You don’t have to walk,” Dolce replied flatly.

“Yeah… and you don’t need to carry anything with you,” Lest let out a sigh before turning to Dolce while ignoring the fact that the sound of footsteps was getting closer, “Dolly, what did you put in here anyway?”

“I put our clothes in it and I added some food in case we get hungry,” Dolce replied as Lest let out a laugh, “W-What?”

“I think I already expect it coming…” The footsteps were heard coming from behind Lest before the vision in front of him suddenly went dark as a pair of gloved hands covered his eyes, “Hey!”

“Guess who!” A female voice was heard before she giggled.

“I… don’t know…” Lest removed the hands covering his eyes to reveal that the group had stopped walking with their gazes at the figure behind him. Turning around, Lest was greeted by a smiling green-haired young woman in twin tails before she threw her arms around him in excitement.

“It really is you, Lest!” The woman pulled him into a hug, leaving Lest looking at her in confusion.

“Miss Frey, what brings you here today?” Arthur called out to the woman, who had released the confused Earthmate from her hug.

“Lord Arthur!” The woman, Frey, noticed the approaching noble and lowered her head slightly, “I apologize for not recognizing you.”

“You can just call me Arthur,” Arthur gave her a smile, “We’re not speaking in front of other nobles, so you don’t have to be too formal with me.”

“Sorry,” Frey let out an embarrassed laugh before turning to Lest with a sad smile, “I was so excited to have seen Lest again at last…”

“And you are?” Dolce asked bluntly, looking slightly annoyed as she grabbed Lest’s hand tightly.

“Sorry for not introducing myself. I’m Frey, and Lest over there is my little twin brother,” Frey introduced herself politely, getting shocked looks from the three of them.

“Is Lest your brother whom you had mentioned before?” Arthur asked in surprise, getting a nod from Frey before his lips curved into a frown, “Unfortunately, Lest seems to have lost his memory.”

The shocked look turned to Frey as she looked at her long lost brother sadly, “Really…?”

“Sorry… I really can’t remember anything other than my name,” Lest apologized, “I can’t remember anything before the attack on the airship when I first came to Selphia.”

“I see…” Frey forced a smile before pulling a piece of folded paper from her pocket and handed it to Lest, “You might not remember this, but this is yours.”

Lest took the paper and unfolded it, revealing a drawing with notes written on some parts, “Is this some kind of map?”

Frey nodded in response, “Yup, it’s the map of this castle that you drew many years ago when you first came here.”

“Wait,” Dolce interrupted, “Lest had been here before? Shouldn’t anyone here already recognize him when we arrived?”

“That was over fifteen years ago,” Frey shortly replied, “Lest only came here once and it was only at that time.”

“I see,” Arthur started, “Even if there are anyone who had met him, that person would have already either retired or left the castle. Or in another case, they wouldn’t recognize his face now.”

“I guess so,” Lest’s response caught the attention of the others, “But it’s okay, at least I know that I still have a family,” Lest turned to Frey with a smile, “I don’t remember you, but I’m glad to know that I have a twin sister.”

The smile returned to Frey’s face, “You lost your memories, but you’re still the same old Lest to me,” Frey turned to Arthur, “Please excuse me, I should be going. The king requested for an audience with me regarding the party tonight.”

“Very well,” Arthur nodded in understanding, “Please let him know that I would be seeing him soon as well.”

“I will,” Frey turned back to the others, “I’ll see you later then. I’ll give you two a tour around the castle once I’m done.”

“Okay, see you,” Lest saw his sister taking off before noticing the stares coming from Arthur and Dolce, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I just need some rest, that’s all.”

Arthur took a few seconds to study Lest’s face before nodding, “Very well. Your room is up ahead.”

The group continued their walk through the same scenery, where the lines of red doors on their left were decorated with gold symbols shaped like a dragon. A brown vase of cherry grasses was placed on the left and right sides of the door. The same scenery came to a stop and Arthur turned to the couple while pointing the door on his right.

“This will be your room during your stay,” Arthur pointed out, “You may rest here while waiting for Miss Frey and I to be done with our meeting. I will see you two later.”

“Okay,” Lest turned to Dolce, “Come on, let’s go in.”

Giving a silent nod, Dolce followed Lest into the room, which was bigger than their room back in the castle in Selphia. The curtains were left wide open, revealing the big windows on the left wall of the room leading to the garden outside the castle walls. A black tall vase was placed in the left corner of the room, but it had autumn grasses instead of cherry grasses. The king-sized bed was placed on a round green carpet and at the center of the wall across the door with a nightstand on the right of the bed.

Lest let out a tired sigh and put the backpack he was carrying on the bed, “Finally!”

Dolce came over to the bed as well, sitting silently next to the backpack with Pico floating in front of Lest, “You wouldn’t believe how much Dolly packed in there…”

Lest let out a laugh before sitting down on the bed as well, “I don’t really mind, though. I don’t go out of town much to fight off monsters lately, so I consider this some kind of training.”

“Sweetie,” Dolce called out and turned to Lest worriedly, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Huh?” Lest looked at Dolce in confusion.

“You didn’t look like you’re feeling comfortable when you saw Frey,” Pico explained.

Dolce nodded in agreement, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Well…” Lest rubbed the back of his neck, “It feels… kind of strange actually. I never knew where I was from or who my family was and suddenly I have a sister…” Lest let out a sigh, “And I feel bad for not being able to remember her…”

“I see…” Dolce let out a smile, “You could try asking her about how both of you used to live. Maybe that will help you remember.”

“I’m not sure how much that’ll help, though,” Lest put a hand on Dolce’s as he smiled at her, “But thanks for worrying about me, Dolly.”

“She’s not just worried about you,” The couple turned to Pico, who was grinning slyly, “You should’ve seen how Dolly looks so jealous when-”

“No,” Dolce slapped a talisman on Pico’s head, making her wince in pain.

“D-Dolly…”

Lest let out a laugh, “I can tell by the way you’re holding my hand.”

“S-Shut up…” Dolce turned away in embarrassment, only to make Lest laugh even more.

A knock on the door was heard, “Excuse me.”

Lest opened the door, revealing a man in a black suit carrying two boxes in his hands, “Can I help you?”

“Sir Lest, isn’t it?” The man asked, getting a nod from Lest before he handed over the boxes to Lest, “The king had ordered me to give you these clothes and shoes to be worn at the party.”

“The clothes and shoes? Okay, thank you,” Lest took the box from the man, who had bowed slightly before leaving.

Dolce rose from her seat on the bed and saw Lest putting the boxes down by her feet, “Are those the clothes we had to wear tonight?”

“Seems like it,” Lest took a peek at one of the boxes, “Yeah, and the shoes too.”

“Oh,” Dolce replied shortly, letting out a defeated sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Lest asked, noticing the sigh coming from his wife.

“It’s nothing,” Dolce let out a smile, “Let’s take a look at them first.”

[hobimysun-shine]

Once in a lifetime, forever in a lifetime

A/N: I am aware that I am the worst with uploading on time, but I literally have no time to write, cuz college applications all the time and studying. I had some free time now around Christmas, so I hope you enjoy!! :)

Summary: Childhood friends with maknae line, coming-of-age kinda thing all the way through college, that will eventually include the hyung line as well, but i wont spoil anything for you, will get hardcore later on, i will put some trigger warnings, when i get to it;;

In this chapter: start it off with a lil smut (spoilers) and then a loots of angst 

childhood friend jimin/ platonic maknae line/ apart from jungkook/ vmin/ namjin/ hoseok x reader/ jungkook x reader/

Genre: mostly angst, fluff, smut + some sexual connotations/

Word count: almost 7k

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3:

Your phone beeped underneath the pile of notebooks for the 100th time this day and you just rolled your eyes, annoyed by the sound. You moved around the mess of notes on your bed to find the little machine that distracted you from learning all the steps for your practical exam tomorrow. It was a message from Jimin. Again. You closed the notification before giving yourself the time to read it and turned off the sound. You cursed Hoseok under your breath, for convincing you to unblock the boys and to give them a chance to talk to you. You weren’t even planning to allow it, after you spent two nights crying from anxiety that they were in the same city as you again.

           After a week of not talking about it however, Hoseok decided to bring up the topic to light, which was not the best idea and you didn’t know why he would do it after he was the one that had to soothe you for two night straight. But according to him, the “pain” he saw you dealing with for an year now, would not “disappear on its own” and you were supposed to “do something about it”. Which apparently was talk with Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung. And you were doing quite well with disagreeing with him, until he had thrown his arms around your waist, nuzzled his head in your neck and whispered a “please, I hate seeing you hurt” in your ear. And of course, you being the weak piece of shit that you are, said yes before your mind could even catch up what you were agreeing to. And now Hoseok was constantly asking you if you did it yet, to which you would answer that you needed a little more time to feel ready to face them.

           Lost in thought, you jumped when someone knocked on your door. You ran to the entrance and peeped through the hole to see the said Hoseok standing on your doormat. You opened the door which a rush and jumped into his arms.

“Hello there, beautiful”, he said, suffocated by your hair and put you down giggling.

“Where have you been?” you asked eagerly since you haven’t heard of Hobi in three days, and the last thing he said to you was “did you talk to Jimin”.

“Exams, you know”, he scrunched his face in disgust. “But I am done for the year now, so I went to the store and bought food and wine so we can celebrate tonight” he raised the bags in both of his hands that were now threatening to rip apart.

You moved away from the door, so that Hobi could enter and head to the kitchen, where he spent more time than you did, even though it was your apartment.

“That’s such a great idea, but my last practical exam is tomorrow Hobi, I have to study” you whined.

He turned around after he had already put out all the ingredients and tied an apron around his waist with flowers that said “#1 Mom in the world!” on it and matched perfectly with his ripped jeans and dark shirt. He threw a disappointed look at you.  

“A practical huh?” he said bringing his hand to his chin in thought. “Come here” he gestured in a second.

“What?” you looked at him in confusion, but listened and moved closer to him.

“Hold this”, he gave you a knife in one hand and a fork in the other.

He adjusted your hands as if you were about to perform and resection and took a step back to look at you up and down.

“You’re doing great, sweetie, you don’t need to study anymore”, he clapped his hands and concluded as he shooed you out of the kitchen corner as if you were about to light it on fire (and by knowing your cooking abilities, his concerns were justified).

“Hobi, I’m serious you know this is the most important exam for the whole year!” you still tried to protest.

“I know Y/N…” he wondered for a second, his face finally getting serious” okay, how many of the books have you read?”

“Um… all of them?”

“All of them??” his eyes widened.

“Twice…”, you added shyly.

“Twice? Kim Y/N don’t you dare tell me you haven’t studied enough, do you know that for this exam I read only half of everything and got an 86%” Hobi huffed.

“Yeah, but you’re smart” you said crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“And you’re smarter!” he said simply which caught you off guard because he rarely praised you, since most of your conversations revolved around making fun of each other.

Sensing the silence, Hobi turned and flashed a smile.

“But I’m still gonna be a better surgeon than you, miss!” he shrugged.

“We’ll see about that!” you smiled as well and got closer to see what Hobi was cooking, completely giving up on the thought of going back in the room to your medical books, when he was here flashing smiles and filling your apartment with the sweet scent of his cologne.

An hour later, you were sitting on the couch, legs thrown over Hoseok’s lap, full with the delicious spaghetti he had prepared for dinner and slightly buzzed after you two had downed two bottles of red wine. You were gasping for air at a joke he had made and tried to get off the couch before you threw up the food you just ate.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked and pulled you back down, this time closer to him.

“I was going to pick a movie we can watch” you said, as it was a routine to watch a movie with him when he would come over and cook at your place.

You saw him shift next to you as he still was holding you down.

“Actually Y/N, I thought we could do something else tonight” Hobi looked straight in your eyes and you could feel your heart speeding up like crazy.

“Like what?” you asked while trying to seem calm on the outside, even though you could feel your cheeks warming up and you were praying he would think it was because of the wine.

“Like…” he paused as he once again moved closer to you. “Like talk about your past” he finally said and you tried your best not to show your disappointment.

You were actually quite immune to being disappointed with Hoseok because after an year of constant body contact, and no words of affection, you were no longer expecting any sort of romantic confession from him. However you couldn’t help, but get flustered after hearing him speak like that.  

“Um… my past?” you blinked a few times, trying to assimilate his request.

“Yeah… I mean”, he stopped to take a deep breathe ”I know we talk about a lot of stuff, like medicine, people in college, movies, music, books, flowers, even the future. But we have never talked about the past. And I want to know about it, now that you have to face it.”

He managed to hold eye contact, even though you could see it was hard for him. You didn’t say anything for a minute or two. You finally exhaled, not realizing you were holding your breath for so long.

“Okay, I’ll tell you” you agreed.

“Everything?”

“Everything” you confirmed and he smiled.

“But” you continued and his smile disappeared. “You also have to tell me. Everything” this time you looked straight in his dark eyes.

He gave it a thought and finally tilted his head a bit.

“Deal, but you’re first.”

You took a deep breathe, and tried to take yourself back in time, which you have been avoiding to do in the past few months. What exactly meant “everything”?

“Okay, well… where do I start? I am from Busan, I was born there, because it’s my father’s city. My mom is from Spain.”

“Wait that’s why you’re eyes are lighter and you hair is kinda wavy?” Hobi’s eyes widened as if he had discovered something great.

“Yes, but don’t take it as a good quality of mine. I have always been bullied about it and it really helped me getting the label “weird” in school.”

“I have always though they made you more beautiful,” Hobi stated.

Heartbeat.

“Yeah, that’s what Jimin would say as well. Which brings me to him. The boy with the blonde hair and the…piercings” you shuddered, not because you were against them in any way, but because you weren’t used to that image of him. ”Remember?”

“Yeah, hard to forget, I think you gave him a blue eye” Hobi scratched his head.

“Anyway, him. We were neighbors when we were born and we have been friends ever since I can remember. Our families are friends… well…were, but that’s for later. So yeah, I know him since a baby. I know Taehyung from the kindergarten and Jungkook since middle school. We have always been friends. I don’t know why exactly, but I have always had a hard time with trusting people and I never really made too many friends. In high school we were kind of the cool kids because they became “super hot” and girls were all over them.”

“Wait I thought you said you were weird?” Hobi stopped you in confusion.

“Yeah, I was… but like cool weird. I don’t know, I never really cared about these things. But anyways, until the senior year of high school it was like that. Strict rich parents, a private high school, with the only three people I could trust and many parties, but nothing crazy, just alcohol and weed sometimes. So yeah, last year of high school. By then my father and Jimin’s father had a company together for many years. I don’t really know what happened because I never really cared about business, but apparently my father screwed over Jimin’s and his father was left without a position. Jimin has always been really close to his family, so it wasn’t a surprise to me that he found it hard to talk to me the day after it happened. It was a surprise however, that he didn’t even try to hear me out even though he knew that I had nothing to do with it. He never spoke to me since then…until now. I also dated Jungkook for a few months back then, until he decided to screw me and leave after the thing with Jimin happened. Taehyung would also pass me in the hallways after I unintentionally sent his application to the wrong university…I was so tired with the applications for medicine, I didn’t even realize what I was doing until they emailed him that the program he is applying for was medical, not for actors. After that he would only talk to Jimin, but he had always liked him the most. I guess they really must have hated me then. They didn’t speak to me ever since October senior year. Not when my grandma passed away, which was the hardest thing in my life, since she was the only person from my family I have even been close to. Not when the other girls from school would pick up fights with me in the hallways. Not even when I overdosed on sleeping pills and was taken to the hospital. Nothing. At the end of the year, I went to prom alone, and after that Jimin left to study modern dance, Tae made it into a couple universities for acting and Jungkook would major in art. I was left with my medicine in Seoul, Which brings me to that night, on my first college party, when I met you.”

You lifted your head to see that Hobi was staring at you with a mix of sadness and compassion pooling from his eyes.

“I see why you don’t want to talk to them,” he finally said.

“Yeah…well, c’mon now. It’s your turn” you pushed him playfully.

He exhaled.

“Okay, so. I’m from Gwangju. And my family was shit pretty much. My mom left when I was born after spending a few years with my father and my older sister. Ever since I can remember, my father has been drinking heavily and would gamble all the time. He would spend every single won my sister made and she was forced to work part-time since she was fifteen. She left soon after she turned seventeen, but has always been contacting me and never stopped sending me part of the money she made. She is smart and it was easy for her to be noticed by companies and get jobs early on. In the beginning I made money with dancing, which is actually something as a passion of mine” he chuckled.

“Wow, I never even thought of that,” you gasped, your brain denying the fact that you definitely liked to get attached to dancers, apparently.

“Yeah… and in high school I was never a kid who had a lot of friends, but no one ever tried to make fun of me either, I guess I was just minding my own business and they knew I could get physical if I had to, so no one bothered me. All of my friends were older, I had a few that I would hang out with, but they were constantly travelling, they should be in college now, but I don’t know where exactly.”

“What are their names” you asked curiously.

“Doesn’t really matter, but the closest person in my life, other than you and my sister, was a guy that was an year older than me, named Yoongi. As I said, I don’t really know where he is right now…”

Hoseok went silent, which indicated that this was all he could say.

Comparing his past to yours, you felt bad that you always made such a fuss about your issues, when he had it much worse than you, but was always the one to hold you.

“I’m sorry… I never knew…”

“I was that messed up, I know” Hobi smiled a little, “but don’t be sorry Y/N. You had only made my life better for all it matters. Much better.

You smiled back at him and allowed yourself to get a little closer to his body.

You two stayed like that for a while when Hoseok broke the silence.

“You know sometimes I think…about when we first met” he was looking down.

“I think about what you did.” He moved his hand on your thigh.

“What I did?” your heartbeat was speeding up again, and this time your brain could not think straight, because there was just one think Hoseok could be talking about.

“Yeah… you don’t remember… but you kissed me. A few times” he said neither closing, nor increasing the distance between the two of you.

“Yeah, I guess I did” was all you could say and cursed silently.

It wasn’t your fault, you’ve never been in such situation with a boy. Jungkook has always been much more for the action and less for the words kinda guy.

“Yeah… sometimes I wonder…”

You wonder?

“I wonder what it would feel like, if you kissed me again” he spoke all in once.

…

“Why don’t you come and find out” you said bluntly, which immediately regretted, but when you lifted you head to say “sorry” you saw Hoseok just inches from you.

You were now pressed back and his body was shadowing over yours. His face was so close to yours and your eyes went down to his plump pink lips, which were getting closer with every second. Hoseok soon closed all distance between you and your lips met his, soft and hot. He pressed them onto yours a couple of times before you felt his wet tongue asking for access, which you gave right away and he collided into you. Soon enough his hand was on your bare waist and the other was softly placed on your neck. He pulled away so you can both take a breath.

“Has Jungkook ever kissed you like that?” he asked, but there was nothing cocky in his question. You felt like he honestly cared if anyone has kissed you like he really meant it, in the way he did.

“No” was all you said, before his lips were once again onto yours.

He was good, the way his tongue explored every part of your mouth, they was his lips felt onto yours and the way he sucked and bit them making them red and swollen.

His lips moved to you jawline, placing wet kisses all along and eventually finding your neck, where he gently bit once again, making you moan.

“Shit, Y/N, do that again,” he said and bit even deeper making sure to leave a purple mark on your soft spot, moans leaving your body.

He had moved his hand down to your lower body and was slowly making his way between your legs. He played with the waistband of your sweatpants and then your panties as he eventually slipped his hand to your bare core. You moaned his name in the kiss, which apparently was a turn on, because he moaned back and you felt a finger slide against your entrance. More moaning and soon the fingers were three.

“Please” was all you could say through hitched breath.

“Fuck, baby, you are so wet for me, it drives me insane” Hobi said, the grip on your neck tightening as he kissed you and let a finger slide into you.

You were now a moaning mess, and Hoseok was only making it harder for you. He eventually added the other two fingers and was skillfully sliding them in and out of you, slowly, but very surely leading you to your high.

“Hobi… Hoseok, I’m … fuck, I’m close” you cried in his bare chest.

“Not yet baby”, he said, and with that, slid all of his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and needy.

You whined with displease, but Hobi made sure to not leave you like that for too long.

“Babygirl, I want to feel you around me,” he said and positioned himself in between your legs.

You wasted no time as your hands immediately went down and unbuckled his jeans and slid them off, leaving him in his boxers around his very hard member.

You threw your legs around him and kissed him in excitement, but pulled back when nothing happened. Hoseok looked at you with sincerity in his eyes.

“Are you sure you want this Y/N? Because I can’t… I mean I don’t really know what we are, or what we are gonna be. But… I know that I love you and I won’t leave, so…”

“I want you” you said interrupting him and with a kiss, he slid right into you, stretching you out completely.

“Fuck, you are so tight” he almost growled as he gave you time to adjust and started moving slowly at first. He eventually picked up his pace, and you buried your head in his neck leaving small hickeys and moaning into the kisses.

His hips were driving you insane, each motion getting you a step closer to your orgasm, as your moans became hotter and louder.

“Are you close, Y/N?” he asked though a moan.

Yes, God, yes, please” you said and Hobi slowed down his movements, making each thrust harder and sloppier, when eventually with one last slam you kissed him and came, with him reaching his high just seconds later and letting you ride out your orgasm.

He pulled out of you and let himself fall right next to you in complete bliss, while you were trying to catch your breath. He then got up and came back soon after bare-chested and wearing only shorts with a warm cloth and wiped you off, putting your panties back on. Then he laid next to you, hugging you closely and plopping a blanket over the two of you.

“I love you, Y/N” he said and kissed you sweetly one last time.

“I love you, Hobi” you said back and threw your arms around him, slowly drifting to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat, for the first time in forever truly happy and away from all sorrow.

  You opened your eyes slowly to the early morning sunlight shining through the curtains in the living room. It took a few seconds before you remembered completely what happened the night before and the moment all memories completely returned to your mind, you propped yourself up on your elbows, slight headache reminding you of the two bottles of wine that you downed yesterday. You groaned and turned around to see if Hoseok was still next to you. And he was. His arm still loosely hanging around you, his face fully relaxed, making the usual devilish vibe about him disappear and leaving his angelically beautiful features exposed. You unconsciously smiled and extended your hand to touch his flawless skin with the back of your hand.

You saw the corners of his mouth move up as he reached for your hand on his face and interlaced your fingers with his. He slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at you. You were surprised by that sudden movement and dipped back pulling the blanket over your head to which Hoseok just laughed.

“What are you doing Y/N?” he asked surprised by your actions.

He came closer and tried to pull the blanket down, but you held it tight letting only one eye out.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m ugly early in the morning” you muttered and tried to get the blanket out of his grip, but he was much stronger and just pulled it all away from your face.

“Baby you are so pretty,” he whispered and before you realized, he gave you a peck.

“Are you blind, my hair is messy and my makeup is probably smudged all over my face?” you protested.

“No” he just said and then kissed you harder adding his tongue to the kiss and leaving you breathless, without anything else to say.

“God, I could kiss you all the time” he smiled and then continued peppering kisses all over you.

You giggled completely lost in happiness, until you realized how weird it was to be completely unbothered by anything. When you suddenly remembered reality and jumped away from Hoseok’s grip, who was now going lower to your neck.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” he asked in worry.

“The exam, my exam, today, now” you practically blurted out as you made your way to your phone to see the time.

When you finally reached the table where you left your phone last night, you looked at the screen in panic. 9:00 am.

Good. Good. You sat back on one of the chairs. You had time, since your exam was from 11:00 am.

You lifted your head when you saw Hobi enter the kitchen and almost gasped out loud. Yeah he was practically naked into you last night, but seeing him like that in the light of day was different. He had perfect proportions, not too muscly, but not too skinny, long legs, broad shoulders and just slightly visible abs. You caught yourself staring and turned your head blushing at the sight. You couldn’t afford to be that distracted. Not before the most important exam of the year.

Hobi came to you and lifted your chin with one finger.

“You’re not late, relax” he laughed. “I am going to leave now and let you get in the right mind for a test.” He went on and you almost whined.

“And after that, you are going to go and talk to Jimin” he continued unbothered and ignored the face you made.

“Um, sorry sir, just because I let you get lucky, does not mean you can tell me what to do now” you stood up and stuck a finger into his chest.

“No, but you would still listen to me, ain’t that right?” he wiggled his eyebrows and jumped away just in time to miss the punch that was coming at his face.

He moved closer one last time and gave you a long and passionate kiss.

“You are gonna do great Y/N. At everything today” he said assuring, and somehow you believed him once again.

“But what if I don’t” you said in small voice.

“Well, if you don’t, I’m just one call away” he smiled and with that disappeared into the other room to get dressed and leave you alone, to deal with everything else in the world.  

                                                            ***

You couldn’t concentrate throughout the exam. Your mind was periodically flying off to last night and Hoseok or to what would follow this afternoon. So you were quite surprised when the arbiter gave you your evaluation paper that said that you got overall 90%.

“You demonstrate great knowledge and precision, Ms. Kim, although we believe that you would have done even better if you weren’t so hm… distracted.” Said the woman who gave you the evaluation form dryly, to which you thanked and left the room.

It was okay. 90% was less than your usual scores, but it was better than Hoseok, so you considered it as a success.

You were now out in the sun, which would normally do you good, since you loved sunny days, but today it was just making your headache worse and the thought of Jimin more tiring.

You sat on the grass and took a few deep breaths. You moved your hand through your backpack trying to find your phone meanwhile finding a bag of nuts that you also got out to snack on. With shaky fingers, you unlocked your phone and went to messages, where Jimin and the rest have been spamming you apparently since the beginning of last summer. You tried not to read everything else that was sent, as your mind focused only on finding the address of their current location.

You eventually found it and headed to your car (a present by your parents for finishing the first school year), where you got the information in the GPS and headed there.

On the way, you were focusing on everything else, but the slow anger burning in your bones, trying to ignore it, as if it would disappear if you wouldn’t acknowledge its existence long enough. You almost passed a few red lights and ran over a squirrel in your haze, and eventually your GPS announced that you had reached your destination.

You parked in front of the white building where they lived and closed your eyes massaging your temples.

You were going there to talk. Not to beat them up again, or to run. To talk.

You opened the door and went out. Just talk. You took a step ahead, and you almost fell, your heel getting stuck in between two stones on the ground. You cursed under your breath and at yourself that you hadn’t picked something less flashy to put on in the morning.

Another thing that had also changed throughout the year was your style. Before, in high school you were quite used to wearing more boyish outfits, wide t-shirts and loose pants, making sure to fit in with the other boys. After you left, you had decided that together with the hair and location, you also needed to change your wardrobe. For a weekend you had thrown away all old clothes and stack up on “girl clothes” that included short skirts, cropped tops and skinny jeans, which with time you got used to wearing and even felt nice that you were finally free to feel like an actual girl. So without taking to account the fact that you were visiting your old friends that day, after taking a shower in the morning, you had thrown a short skirt and a shirt that enhanced your features and a pair of your favorite heels that showed off your legs.

You shrugged, trying to ignore the fact that the boys were not the only ones that had visibly changed and continued to approach their apartment building. How convenient, you thought, that they all lived together. You didn’t have to search for each one of them individually.

The number on the door said “9”, which indicated that you were at the right place, and before you had the time to rethink your actions, you pressed the bell in anticipation, that made you regret eating those nuts at lunch.

You heard slow steps approaching the door, which immediately signalized it was Taehyung that would open the door, because only he could walk in that manner.

The last few seconds before the door opened were like minutes, in which you became even more anxious and impatient. The initial adrenaline high from the sex with Hoseok last night was wearing off with time. Just when you were about to consider running away once again, the door opened and a not very tall boy that seemed genuinely done with you already stood in front of you. You stood speechless for a few seconds, without any of you saying or doing anything. Finally he moved his hand to his face in a motion of looking at an invisible clock on his wrist.

“Can I help you, orr…” his voice was very slurred and reminded you a bit of Tae and for a moment you wondered whether he is not drunk.

“Um… Sorry, I was looking for Jimin… or Jungkook, or Tae?” you asked still in a position ready to run away at any given point.

”Ah, are you one of the girls from last night? Cuz if you are, they said to tell you, they are not interested in any further communication of any sort” he replied annoyed.

“Last night? Ah no… I’m very confused” you really were. “Will you just tell them that Y/N wanted to talk to them… or whatever?” you said and turned around in rush and anger, just to feel the boy grab your wrist.

“Y/N?” he repeated, now slightly more interested than before.

“Yeah, just tell them that whenever they have a little of their precious time, I would be glad to speak to them?” you continued sarcastically and tried to pull your wrist away from his grip.

“Tsk, you really are something, as they said” the boy smirked and pulled you towards the door.” Come with me.”

You protested for a little while and finally gave up ,since the boy was not letting go, and let him drag you into a dim hallway, all the way to a quite spacious living room, where music was sounding from somewhere, and the air was filled with the thick scent of alcohol.

“Wow” you said out loud really surprised by the never changing abilities of your friends to turn every place into a party hole in no time.

“Yah, Jimin-ah!” the boy shouted through the room. “A little someone has come to look for you! And she’s quite sexy if I do say so myself” he added more to himself, you were sure with the sole purpose to annoy you.

You turned to him and this time managed to pull your wrist away from his hand. You looked at him more carefully. He wasn’t too tall, but considering your height, even a house gnome was taller than you. His hair was bleached white and his clothes were ripped and messy on purpose, which definitely succeeded giving him a “bad boy” vibe, which you were sure most girls were instantly tuned on by.

“First of all, I have a name that I believe you already know, and second of all,” you looked at him with the deadliest glare you could pull off “fuck you.” You simply stated and moved past him making sure to push him lightly and sat on the couch.

He turned around, getting ready for a comeback, but was interrupted by the voice of Jimin entering the room.

“Yoongi, I told you to not let any of the girls, that knock on the door-“ he stated, but then his eyes fell on you and he stopped midsentence.

Yoongi?

You chickled.

“What, do they need to make an appointment, to see you?” you said cockily, not bothering to move your eyes away, suddenly feeling too bold.

Jimin gulped.

“Y/N- ah… you came? I didn’t think you would, after what happened and you weren’t returning any calls or messages and I-“ his voice suddenly became soft again, dropping of his previous act.

“Yeah, well I did.” You simply said.

“So do you have anything to say to me, since my phone is already blocked from your texts?” you continued.

“I’m-“ Jimin tried to speak, but was interrupted by the bedroom door opening.

“Yooo Chimmy boy, who you talkin’ to?” you heard another very well-known voice belonging to no other, than Jungkook, followed by Taehyung.

They, same as Jimin, looked around and the moment they saw you, their smiles vanished as if someone slapped them across the faces.

“Wow, I didn’t want to ruin the mood” you pouted and got up, suddenly feeling vengeful.

You walked to the table close by, as you made sure to bend a little when you sipped water in a cup, so that all of them could see your legs and hear the sound of the heels on the floor. They wanted to see confident, well you could play that. They wanted dirty, you could play that as well.

“Okay, Y/N please don’t hit me again?” Jimin was the first to speak. “First of all, I am so sorry for everything okay? I truly am. I regretted everything the moment I stopped talking to you. But my ego was too big at the time. I am so sorry for being an asshole, when your grandma passed… and when you were taken to the hospital. I am so sorry?”

“You knew I had nothing to do with the stupid company, Jimin” you spoke, this time there was no sugar coating your words.

“I fucking know… but my mom cried all the time and I was stupid, I was dumb” he said once again.

“Yeah, you were.” You agreed, still glaring at him.

He visibly got smaller under your look. You moved your eyes to Taehyung.

“Listen. I am aware that it was my mistake that you missed the application date for your dream university. I am aware of that okay. But you didn’t even gave me the chance to apologize, Tae?” your tone was less accusing, since you believed he was the only one who had a reason to not talk to you, from the three of them.

“I know, I am also sorry.” He quietly said.

“None of my actions after that were justified, I know it” his voice had dropped an octave lower and you didn’t know how to respond to him, since anger was still boiling on the inside.

“And you, little shit?” you said quietly, moving your gaze to Jungkook. “What is your excuse, other than, you fucked me once, and got tired of me?”

You were not shy with Jungkook, since you were most angry with him and with each spoken word, you were moving closer to him, getting dangerously close.

“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly why I dumped you, and it had nothing to do with the sex.” He spat back which surprised you, because no, you did not know in fact.

“Excuse me?” your face was heating up and your hands were itching.

“There were plenty of rumors Y/N. I’m not saying they were true, but everyone was saying after we… you know… they were saying that you hooked up with Yugeom. And after the thing with Jimin’s company happened and you fucked up Tae’s application… Well it was quite believable.” He exhaled all in once.

“Ohh, it was believable. So you all preferred to hear everything from someone else, and not your best friend huh?” sarcasm was back.

“We were stupid Y/N” Jimin came a step closer.

“I swear if you say that one more time, I will hurt you again Jimin” your voice cracked.

“Yeah, no shit, you were stupid. The three of you betrayed me and I was hurting. In the worst time of my life, you weren’t there because your ego was more precious. So excuse me for fucking not wanting to see you ever again? Or for kicking your ass, when you come out of nowhere, and all you say is “sorry”?” you were now shouting, and none of the boys were looking at you, except for a pair of curious eyes, that belonged to the other boy you forgot existed for a little while.

You turned your head away from him.

“So all you can say is nothing. Huh?” you scream at them once again.

You hear a quiet sob and saw that Jimin’s cheeks were now stained. He was crying.

“You have no idea” he really was crying. “How empty our lives were without you Y/N”.

“We all left the universities we got into, and came here to look for you… and beg you to forgive us.” Tae added.

Silence. Another pair of eyes also looked at you with sadness in them. Jungkook.

“Don’t expect me. To forgive you, just because you came back.” You said quietly.

“We are not expecting that.”

“Don’t expect things to be like before all of a sudden.” You added.

“We are not, just please. Just give us a chance?”

You didn’t give an answer. Just turned around to look for some food. Because for some reason. You were hungry. The burning pit in your stomach was not there, and all you wanted to do was eat something, which made you chuckle at the ways your body reacted.

Even though you knew you couldn’t forgive them all of a sudden, you knew you also made mistakes. Now that you knew they were aware of the pain they caused you, you felt ease in your gut. And you knew you missed them.

After you finally found a piece of pizza at the back of the table, you turned around with a softer smile.

“You are a bunch of assholes,” you breathed out and you saw their faces relax, as if they’ve been let of from a death sentence.

“So… I don’t want to ruin the moment… but. Was the black Mercedes down your car” asked the boy with the bleached hair who was now sitting by the window.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well… while you were speaking about your life struggles or whatever, they picked it up.” He stated.

“They what?” you blinked at his direction.

“Parking around his is illegal baby, so I don’t know why you did it, but they picked up your car and left.” He shrugged and moved away from the window.

“And you didn’t feel the need to tell me?!?” you shouted at him.

“I didn’t want to ruin the moment, sweetheart? And imagine if it wasn’t your car and someone else’s. Now is the car more important than friendship, I don’t think so” he said smiling, and it was obvious that he was mocking you by now.

“Go to hell…” you sighed, while picking out the phone from your pocket and calling Hoseok.

He picked just after one ring.

“Hey babe” his soothing voice came from the other side of the line.

“Hey” you said thankful for finally hearing something neither annoying, nor painful.

“How did it go, where are you?” he asked.

“I’m good… but, my car got picked up. Will you come a pick me up and I’ll tell you everything later” you said.

“No problem baby, just send me the address, and I’ll be there,” he assured you.

“Thank you” you said and hung up.

You lifted your eyes up and they fell once again on that odd boy. There was something about him that reminded you of someone. The way he moved and talked, laid back. And the way he would always pick up small fights with you, even though you had barely talked to him. He reminded you of… of…

Hoseok?

…

Yoongi?

He visibly noticed the way your eyes widened as you were staring at him.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked trying to sound calm, but it was obvious that for the first time tonight, you made him a bit nervous.

“Do you… by any chance… know a person, named Hoseok?” you barely said and by Yoongi’s reaction, you knew he did.

“I do. Do you?” he asked again trying to sound careless, but failing.

In that, very second you heard the doorbell ring and the door opened, with the voice of Hobi coming from the hallway. You got up from the table and half ran towards the hallway, just to almost crash into Hoseok. He reacted in the last second, seeing you and opening his arms to catch you. Before you could say anything or to warn him, he moved closer and locked lips with you, silencing even the quiet music in the background.

When he pulled away, your legs feeling like jello, his eyes fell on the audience, and for the tenth time that day, you were in a room with people, absolutely unaware of what to do, in order to get a 100% on that chapter of life.

A/N: I hope anyone who read it, enjoy it, thanks for taking the time / I will try to upload much more often I promiiise + Its going to get much more hardcore and exciting, so I hope you will like it in the future as well <3

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Undercover (Alex x Reader)

Requested by: @fandomsinthegalaxies:In that case if you're open for some requests 💕 can you do one about Alex where she is an undercover guy so she can be in the army and becomes good friends with tommy, when they got inside the submarine looking boat they find out she's a woman which then later Alex develops a huge crush on her and is really protective over her and is willing to do anything to get her safe. Sorry for the long description. 😬

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 In the belly of the boat, Tommy, Alex and Y/N ate their jammy bread and slurped their tea. It was lukewarm at best but still they drank it. The rabble of the other soldiers grew to deafening proportions. After finishing her food and tying on her newly acquired life jacket, Y/N looked up at the door, where their other comrade had vanished.

 “What’s wrong with your friend?” Alex spoke through his food. Still a little sceptical of him, Y/N turned to Tommy for him to answer on her behalf. She’d been with him long enough for him to know she didn’t speak very often.

 Tommy watched the door to the hold close, taking another bite from his rations. His gaze swept the packed hull and the lack exits available to them. Feeling the unease settle in, Y/N wished she’d joined the other silent soldier in their troop outside.

 “Looking for a quick way out. In case we go down.” Y/N tugged on Tommy’s arm, nodding over at the stairwell that led to the hold’s door. When he didn’t understand, you bopped a thumb at it. Again, Tommy didn’t understand, neither did Alex. Sighing, she leant in, pulling Alex closer so he could hear, and whispered:

 “We should get close to the door in case we go down.” Her voice gave her away, high-pitched and soft. No matter how hard she’d try to train it to be deeper, it always came out the same. Y/N waited with baited breath to see their reactions.

 “Oh.” Tommy nodded, seemingly unaffected by your voice, and casually started moving over to the door. His walking was slow and deliberate, Alex tailing him. Y/N tried not to let her life-jacket bump into people, happy to have gotten away with not being exposed or rebuffed at her first sentence to her comrades.

 Tommy turned around once they were at the foot of the stairs, “So, when were you gonna tell me you’re a girl?” Fuck.

      Lucky for her, Y/N wasn’t exposed at the first opportunity. Probably because the first opportunity was attempting and thus nearly capsizing a rowboat after the ship she was on got torpedoed. Her identity was not one of the priorities.

 By the time they were back on the beach, the physical energy had drained from their bodies and the journey was already emotionally taxing. So as the rowboat was dragged away, the four collapsed on the sand, unaffected by the pools of water they were lying in as they rested their eyes in an attempt to sleep.

 Y/N however was having an internal conflict. She was tired and stupidly didn’t take the opportunity to piss whilst still in the water. So she could either conserve energy and just wet herself or get up and go to the dunes and possibly collapse on the way back. She’d been wearing these clothes for so long and they were already grotty as hell but she was not going to wet herself. Slyly, she stood up and started -

 Sitting up violently, Alex demanded, “Where are you going?”

 “I need to take a piss,” She pointed to the sand dunes with an expression of discomfort. So much for integrity.

 “Oh.” Alex went red at his outburst, his gaze dropping as you headed over to your “toilet”, your feet shuffling. He went back to his thoughts, which were occupied by the memory of you pulling him through the hull door and out of the sinking ship playing on a loop.  

 He didn’t know how long he was staring at the sky for but when he turned his head, Y/N was back next to him. Her head was lolling back with the lifejacket propping her up. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open and ghosting in the early morning air. The short hair suited her with the fringe framing her face.

 He opened his mouth, preparing for a real interesting and intellectually stimulating question to start up a conversation with.

 “Did you have a nice… piss?”

 Y/N looked at him with an expression that said “what the fuck man” then let out a croaky grunt, wheezing loudly as her head fell back again. Tommy and the silent soldier looked over at her little seizure with panic then it subsided into relief when they realised you were laughing.

 “I did. I had a great piss,” She laughed through her nose, little snorts breaking out into hollow coughs as she struggled to breathe. Once she’d caught it and calmed down, Y/N turned back to Alex, her cheeks and nose red with the cold.

 “God, I haven’t laughed in ages. Thanks, Alex.” She weakly slapped his arm, her eyes closing contentedly.

 “Why did you slap me?” Alex furrowed his eyebrows in a confused smile - her laughter was slightly contagious.

 “Isn’t that what men do? Slap each other as expressions of endearment?” She slapped him again, although it was more like her hand flopped against his arm and stayed there, no more energy to take it back. Alex shook his head but slapped her back anyway. Their arms remained outstretched to one another as they finally managed to pass out.

      “Weight! Do we need to lose weight?”

 The Seaman shrugged but understanding this version of the question, “Weight, yes.”

 “Somebody needs to get off.” Y/N’s head shot up from her section in the trawler. All of them stuck in this trawler and Alex had already been pacing about like a caged lion before the gunfire started. She was tired and trembling with the prospect of more bullets penetrating the hull of the ship but she had come too far to be forced off her only chance of escape.

 “Well volunteered,” one of the highlanders scoffed at him.

 “We don’t need a volunteer. I know someone who ought to get off...” Alex approached Y/N’s side of the trawler and she shrank away, waiting for him to root her out.

 “This one. He’s a German spy.”

 Confused, Y/N opened her eyes to see her silent comrade had become the target.

 “Don’t be daft,” Tommy leapt to his comrade’s defence.

 “He’s bloody Jerry,” Alex accused, “You might not’ve noticed that he hasn’t said a word, but I have. He doesn’t speak English - or if he does it’s with an accent thicker than sauerkraut sauce-”

 “You’re daft. Tell him.”

 “Yeah, tell me.”

 “What about that one? He ain’t spoken,” A highlander singled you out aiming his rifle at you but Alex promptly snatched it away.

 “I can vouch for… him. He spoke to me before we got here,” He turned the rifle onto the silent soldier who was now pressed up against the ladder in an attempt to get away from the accusations.

 “Tell me...” Alex prodded him in the chest with the muzzle of the rifle, hooking his dog tags onto the end so he could read them, “Gibson!”

 “Tell him, for God’s sake!” Tommy urged as Alex lifted the rifle to jab Gibson in the cheek.

 He burst out desperately, “FRANÇAIS! JE SUIS FRANÇAIS!”

 The silence that followed the revelation was broken by a burst of machine-gun fire. Y/N let out a strangled cry, her hands covering her head and ears. Things were fast going downhill.

 “A Frog. A bloody Frog. A cowardly little queue-jumping Frog...”

 “Alex, stop,” Y/N said softly, her hands still covering her head for protection but he didn’t hear her.

 “Who’s Gibson, eh? A naked dead Englishman lying out on that sand. Or did you at least have the decency to bury him?”

 “He did,” Tommy jumped to his friend’s assistance, “We helped him. I thought it was his mate.”

 “Maybe he killed him-” 

 “He didn’t kill him-”

 “How do we know?!”

 “How hard is it to find a dead Englishman on Dunkirk beach, for God’s sake?!” Tommy yelled, forgetting about the Germans doing target practise, “He didn’t kill anyone - he was looking for a way off the damned sand like the rest of us!”

 Another spray of gun fire spread across the hull of the trawler. Y/N ducked down, the shots dangerously close to her head which resulted in a ringing noise in her left ear. Water trickled down her back through one of the many holes, making her feel sick. She stood up, attempted to unblock the ear, her head spinning.

 “Hadn’t they had enough practice by now?!” The second highlander was shaking, the heat of the situation getting to him more obviously than some of the others.

 “They’re making sure she won’t float,” His mate responded, staring at the gathering puddle at the bottom of the trawler.

 As Y/N edged over to the group, the second highlander turned to the Seaman, “Will she still float?!”

 After assessing the leaks and unaffected by the mutiny occurring in front of him, the Seaman turned to the group, “Float, yes. With less weight, yes.”

 Alex turned back to Gibson who was only vaguely aware of what was happening, “And we know who’s getting off.”

 “Alex, stop,” Y/N tugged at his arm, finally coming to her friend's aid, “That’s enough.”

 He didn’t look at her, his elbow jerking back to shove her off and she flinched as he hissed, “We need someone to get off so the rest of us can live.”

 “He’s barely gonna make the difference!” She looked up at “Gibson” with the same fear etched on her face.

 “He’s a fucking Frog, he lied to us, he’s not meant to be here.”

 “He’s not the only one.”

 Stepping back from the ladder, Alex turned, pressed his face close to yours and whispered, “I’m doing this for you.” His voice was pleading, desperate for Y/N to be on his side, to see things his way. But she shook her head.

 “I don’t want this.”

 His hardened expression breaking, Alex’s grip on his rifle weakened as did his will. Then Gibson grabbed for the rifle.

     Y/N’s eyes shot open as the train lurched to a stop. The lights that lined the ceiling of the car blinked on and off with a distinct tink tink sound. The view from the window was a blank black canvas but leaning over the sleeping Alex, she could see a glowing red circle. They were at a crossing.

 She was glad. The rocking of the train car was only somewhat reminiscent of the boat but it was enough to make her feel sick.

 Slumping back into the chair, she saw Alex stir, his features mostly indistinguishable with all the grime on his face.

 “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

 “It’s ok.”

 The train started to move again, the chugging making her flinch. Leaning against Alex’s arm for support, Y/N sighed loudly, eyes screwed close.

 “I’m sorry about what happened.”

 Y/N wasn’t sure of what to say. She wanted to forgive him but she didn’t know how to phrase it or if she could. So she nodded in acknowledgement. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw he was looking down at her. His eyes were reminder of the sea – in colour and with the tears that were building - but for some reason she wasn’t disgusted by them like the other things. In fact, they calmed her.

 It became apparent to her that Alex was leaning down when he was inches away from kissing her.

 “Don’t.” Y/N shifted away, her head sticking out in the aisle to see if anyone was awake. It was just the two of them. Even those who had been shellshocked were now asleep.

 “I,” Alex’s voice broke so he cleared his throat, “I thought that you…”

 “It’s just everyone thinks I’m a man. Imagine if we were caught.”

 “Oh, right,” Alex looked down at the table, his jaw clenching. Y/N mulled over her response - something to soothe him or make him feel better.

 “Besides, I haven’t brushed my teeth in ages. It wouldn’t be pleasant for anyone.”

 They both let out a huffed breath as excuses for laughter. Y/N moved back next to him and offered half her blanket as she leant back onto his shoulder. Taking her up on her request, Alex tucked himself in with her on his side and they drifted off into hushed respite.

[thedivinefish]

TGIWednesday and a download for protection from the virus

TGIWednesday News

It's April 1st..... a new month, Spring has hopefully sprung in your area too. Now more than ever is a great time to relax, go for that walk in nature or a nice bike ride.  My Northern neighbors sent me a picture of their catch from ice fishing. How cool is that?   Maybe we all needed to hit the pause button and take a time out, maybe spirit did it for us.  To those folks that you know of that got sick or are especially at risk or may have even passed away, our thoughts and prayers are with you now more than ever. When I check in, I get that it might be like this til about mid-May (a few weeks back it tested as July).  So since there’s not a whole lot we can do other than take precautions, stay calm and out of fear/panic and by all means take care of yourselves and each other and know that we are here to help/guide and dare I say entertain you.  So far worldwide not a single person on our My Daily Prayer service has gotten COVID-19 - Click here if you’re not on it already.   If you’re reading this now, we’re asking for protection and guidance and heaven’s grace upon you as well. We will be releasing a COVID-19 themed MyBeliefWorks™ audio in the coming days and it will go deeper into addressing related health/wellness/work/financial issues, worries, stresses and anxiety about the future that are coming up due to the coronavirus crisis and response - so look for that very soon!  We're working on making it FREE with ANY purchase of ANY ITEM in the shop when it's ready - including all products or services ie: sessions, prayers, books, or audios.  Fishing prayers for you as you read this now.  Also, last Wednesday's Live Zoom call was very potent and we got a great response from listeners!  So much came through from Spirit and I channeled in some very strong clearings that I know will make a difference to all who hear it.  Turning On Your Unlimited Luck Switches Replay available in the shop now.  Here's what folks on the call had to say:

"That was a great call.  I had this nice connected sensation at the crown of my head throughout.  I wondered if it was maybe the spearmint gum I was chewing, but I think not LOL.  Take care and stay healthy and well! Also, the Windfall MP3 is wonderful.  I very much appreciate and am so grateful for your generosity in keeping things affordable." - Teresa D. 

"Thank you so much for this replay. You were on fire! I don't know what will come of it but I can say for sure that I feel 'changed'.

Much appreciated!" - Diane P.

"Jimmy, great session/zoom meeting tonight! Thank you for all you do! Feeling Awesomeness! ️Blessings of Love and Light."- Phyllis Ann

"Another wonderful switch session! I'm deeply grateful for your time and effort putting together and presenting "Turning On Your Unlimited Luck Switches", I'm feeling lighter and luckier after listening, and I can't wait to play it for a family member in my house who has had bad luck experiences!  Looking forward to the next one. Many hugs and many blessings." - Susie "Just letting you know, even through my Massage business is shut down for a few weeks, a client jumped on line and bought a 6-pack of massage from me. Totally unexpected because she already had a package. WOW! Right after that I walked my front porch there was a  Red Box that said OPEN FOR EVERYDAY MAGIC! I know that is coming from spirit!!!!" -  Lynn P.

TGIWednesday Download

~ PROTECTION FROM THE VIRUS ~ I believe, think, know and feel that I am protected from this virus and see my immune system as strong. I am ready, willing and able to take steps and precautions to remain healthy and safe during this time and always. I know when, where how and why to be divinely guided by spirit to boost my immune system and to remain safe during times of uncertainty.  I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.  

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell The Fish: 365 Daily Inspirations & Affirmations

APRIL 1st "Today I will let go of fear and the feeling of dread.  I will forecast ahead of time only that which is good and beneficial.  I will acknowledge that which will propel me forward instead of setting me back. I will overtake the need to have control and by letting go, I will find, not search, for peace yet peace will find me."

From the Fish Box

Q) "Hello there Jimmy since I discovered MLF a week ago I’m absolutely astonished how well it works for me. Like you, I’ve spent 20 years or more in the university of healing and nearly every penny I have :) What way can I use MLF to help my hormone balance menopause etc. is my main concern . I have got some of your books and downloaded Level 1 instead of booking a one to one as I thought I might find some information on it there."  - Linda / UK A) "Very cool..............working on hormones is endless... but I would get clear to yes, unclear to no and running forward to YES. Fish the statements, 'My organs glands and systems are in balance' if no, fish to yes.'My hormones are functioning at 100 percent.' if no, fish to yes. I would drop my body age in half until it had my hormones functioning better/faster/deeper/younger....  you get the idea, it's endless........... Finish the course and let's play together or schedule a session some time soon." - Jimmy

LIVE Appearances - Free Healing

Wed. April 8th - You Wealth Revolution w/host Darius Barazandeh 4pm Eastern / 1pm Pacific  Breaking Through Your Hidden Plateaus to Progress - special super-charged prayer! Get access to this show, all speakers and special bonus gifts >> Register Here! Wed. May 13th The Alara Canfield Show  - Register Here Thurs. May 21st Soul Talk with Patty Malek - Register Here

The Jimmy Mack Healing Radio Show

EVERY TUESDAY at 9pm EDT / 6pm PDT CALL (206) 806-9965 https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions

Click Here for Previous Weeks' Show and a full archive of past guests & replays.

Yesterday's Show - Special Guest Rev Debbie Visit her Facebook page Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit. 

April 7th  Psychic Joanne Leo www.PsychicJoanneLeo.com Astrology, Numerology, Angel cards. Readings from the heart!

April 14th Judi Thomases       http://www.starladyastrologer.com/ Astrology Deep but gentle cosmic guidance

April 21st Mark Hernandez http://www.peopleandpetsenergetics.com Healer and Intuitive Message

April 28th Rev Debbie Dienstbier Visit her Facebook page Our resident trans medium communications with your loved ones in spirit.

The Jimmy Mack Healing Show is LIVE on Tuesday Nights at 9pm EDT  If you want to Listen in only, go to this website: https://www.freeconferencecall.com/wall/goldylocksproductions OR If you want to call in & ask a question CALL (206) 806-9965 No need to press #1, just dial in and you'll be in the queue. If the Call in Number above doesn’t seem to work, please use this back up Call in Number: (425) 535-9149 when prompted, enter 206.806.9965 followed by #  International Callers, click the link below for the International call in list for your country.  If you're using the Free Conference Call App, it automatically re-routes the best call In number for you.  Please unblock your phone number if you wish to speak with Jimmy and or his guest host. Blocked, Restricted and Private Callers are not brought on air.

Sessions at the Tampa Office 

FRIDAY KODAWARI YOGA STUDIOS  *Appointments are either phone or Skype until further notice   

I'm scheduling 15 and 30 minute appointments at Kodawari Yoga Studios from 10am-2pm EVERY FRIDAY.*IMPT! You must call Kodawari directly to schedule times and dates with them AND pay them directly at the front desk prior to your appointment Call Kodawari's front desk directly to schedule (813) 773-4017 and pay at the concierge desk PRIOR  to your appointment - 15 minutes 38$ or 30 minutes 68$. 3965 Henderson Blvd Suite C Tampa (813) 773-4017 http://www.kodawariyoga.com/

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH TAMPA *SPECIAL DATE* FRIDAY APRIL 10th 10-5pm (no Kodawari that day) I’ll be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions at: NEW LOCATION! 403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy  Please call their office directly at (813) 873-7773 in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes 38$ / 30-minutes 68$ http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Nightly prayers include COVID-19 known as the Coronavirus. Each night we work on scrambling the frequency for everyone on the prayer list. Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers. *NOTE if the MDP Service was purchased via a special telesummit or radio show offer, prayers will be limited to BUYER ONLY - and will not include family members or pets.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

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Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! All Mastery Students:  Check your email & Login to view all the newly upgraded content including new books and audios!    

"Jimmy's My Liquid Fish Change Made Simple program is AMAZING!!! He gives you not only videos so you can see the changes within people, but also the books he's written as well! On top of that he's provided all the links and visuals you need so ANY type of learner can do it!!  I appreciated having it to download in a PDF so I can go back to it any time, plus the books and ACTUAL healing sessions so you see, know and understand the whole process even better!!Highly recommend to ANYONE looking to change and make not only their life... but everyone's around them better as well!!" - E.J. / Florida

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

LEARN MORE HERE

For those who aren't familiar, here's the list of the MyBeliefWorks™ audio library. 

Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better. Don't forget... you can share these with you immediate friends and family.

Abundance Abuse Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe Daily GPS Reset Dark Energies/Fears Decision Making Diet & Exercise Education & Learning Family & Relatives The Gold Coin Healing Physical Body Healing Mental Stress Holiday Stress

Increasing Intuition IRS & Tax Time Love & Romance Money Mindset Moving Forward Pain Relief Pet Healing Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling w/Ease Work & Career Weight Loss Windfall Youth & Vitality

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