#and when id get caught id dash behind the couch and cover my head until the cutscene of getting caught and losing was over

[novafloofeatsbirds]

feeling the need to solidify my opinions

[badwithten]

quatervois |  (n.) a crossroads; a critical decision or turning point in one’s life

lucas x reader part 3

gang au

this story will contain violence, drug use, swearing, angst and possibly suggestive scenes

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The water drips, pooling up underneath your body, lighting your skin on fire despite the cold temperature of it. The intense bathroom light, so bright you feel it could burn holes through your eyelids. The taste of acid is strong in your mouth, you want to rip out your tongue and never taste again, yet the bitterness is still there. You leave your tongue hanging out of your mouth, which dries it out but relieves you from other problems.

Everything is too much at the moment, it's like your senses have been set to a hundred. You're surprised you made back to your bnb in this condition. Your bones felt like they were splitting inside your skin, skull-cracking open from the headache and glass scratching your hands when you fell in the back alley. And now your here. Lying in your bathtub, waiting for your head to stop spinning enough for you to fix yourself up. Your skin was burning so you assumed a cold bath would help, you hastily climbed into the tub and flicked on the tap only to discover that cold water only made things worse. The water was off yet the tap won't stop dripping, the sound of the water dropping against the tub was too intense. Everything was. You just needed to stop, but from how long you had been lying there you assumed things were only getting worse. It wasn't until you noticed the lights getting dimmer that you had hope.

You're not really sure what happened next, all you knew was that you felt anything and everything and then you just stopped feeling anything. It went blank up until now. A sick feeling shooting into your stomach and making you dash up and out of the bath towards the toilet where your contents from the night before come up. You're assuming whatever Lucas gave you is out of your system now as you no longer feel like death. You stay hunched over the toilet for a few moments. Your mind finally isn't clogged by pain, you can think. Last night was possibly the worst night of your entire life. On top of that, you're in a foreign country. You mind races of all the possibilities of what can happen from here out, but a clear plan doesn't come to mind. And you have a feeling it won't come for a long while by the pain it starts to bring when you start thinking too hard. 

It's not long until you give up. Finally pulling yourself off of the ground with shaky legs. Before you do anything more you need to clean yourself and have something proper to eat. Although you feel incredibly weak right now the idea of consuming food while covered in your own sweat and vomit puts you off to much. You decide on the shower before anything else. You're not in there for long, scrubbing down your body and washing the grime out of your hair. You make sure the bathroom is in the same position before you crashed everything last night, cleaning away any blood and odd piles of liquid on the floor. Finally, you're able to head to get something to eat, you can't put it off anymore and decide to just get something in only a towel. This soon proves to be a bad idea as a knock comes to the door right as you were deciding what to eat. You're sure they can see your silhouette through the window leaving you know to choice but to go greet your unexpected guest. 

Just as quickly as you open the door you close it. Out of everyone in Seoul, it has to be Lucas.

“Hey Y/N, I’d really appreciate it if you let me in” His voice is a lot gentler than the night before and you almost open the door until he starts rambling again. “If you're worried about the towel, well I wouldn't, you were a bit of a mess last night and your boob fell out at some point when you-”

You don't want to even hear the rest of the story, opening the door to shut him up. Which he quickly does and lets himself in, making himself comfortable on the couch as if it was his home. Not that you minded, it made the situation a bit less uncomfortable. But it's undeniable that standing in the middle of the lounge with only a towel while the guy who kidnapped you was just sitting down was a bit odd. You excused yourself from the room to get dressed, coming back and offering him a drink. As much as you wanted to pig out on some ramen, you felt rude eating in front of your guest. A cup of tea will have to do for now.

You both finally seated comfortably in the lounge, Lucas can start with whatever he came here to tell you.

“Thanks for letting me in after last night” He seems a bit ashamed of his actions and you just smile and take a sip of your drink, unsure what to reply with. “Thanks for the coffee as well”

“There isn't drugs in yours, don't worry'' He almost spits out his drink at your comment and suddenly the room becomes lighter. A small smile etches onto your face at his reaction but you cover it up by taking another sip. “Um, what are you here for anyway?”

“Oh right,” He places down his mug onto the coffee table and reaches into his back pocket and pulls something out.

“My wallet!” You completely forgot about the fact you had lost it the night prior, but how did he find it? Was it him that took it in the first place so he had an excuse to buy you drinks?

“Yeah I felt really bad last night and went for a walk, then I found this” He tosses it over to you “was gonna just take the money and ditch it but when I opened it and saw your ID, I thought I better not”

“Uh thanks for not robbing me?” A laugh leaves both of your lips and you're a bit relieved he managed to find it.

“I mean I wouldn't be able to just do something kind could I. I got someone to look into you and you're right. You have nothing to do with Taeyong and NCT. I came here to apologize for last night” The air feels thick once again and you opt to stare down into your mug, although it's nice that he's being kind right now, you can't exactly just get over what happened last night.

“So this is me saying sorry. There's extra cash in there for flights back home. Assuming you don't want to stay here any longer” You can feel the light in his eyes leave once you don't reply, he seems genuinely sorry and upset about his actions, yet you still don't have the courage to reply. He clears his throat and starts up again. “If you chose to stay, you're help would be appreciated”

“Help?” His eyes go wide again once he hears you're interested in possibly helping him out.

“Well in that little background check I saw your schooling, you're incredibly smart you know?” He smiles at you and it almost convinces you to stick around. “Besides from a pretty face, I don't have a lot going on up here”

He gestures towards his head and you can't help but feel bad. But you know it's wrong, you shouldn't be feeling this comfortable with someone like him. You shouldn't get caught up with someone like him. Yet your heart is telling you, no, screaming at you to go with him. But you're smarter with that, trusting your brain instead.

“I’m sorry Lucas” The light from his eyes goes once again and your heart sinks. “I don't feel safe here, I don't feel safe around you. I need to get out of here. I think you should go as well”

You stand as an indication of letting him go, he takes the hint and abandons his now cold coffee, heading towards the door and opening it. Although not quite leaving just yet. There's more on his mind, he's just deciding whether to spill or not.

“Thank you for showing me kindness, even after what I did” He doesn't give you a chance to reply as he quickly leaves. Slamming the door behind him.

That one simple sentence seemed difficult for him to say yet you can't understand why. You were only being decent (and because you were scared shitless of what he might do).

There's only one thing left for you to do. Get out of Korea while you still can.

[fawnzilla]

Foxy Assistant CH1 This is my first fan-fiction please let me know if I should keep going.  Summery: BTSXReader You are going to work with BTS they had contracted you from the company that owns you to be their assistant or so you think. Chaos ensues. I have this chapter and part of chapter 2 written. I don’t know yet if the reader will pair with any or all of BTS in a romantic manner. Words:2000

Foxy assistant 

Chapter 1

It was a quiet evening there was a cool breeze drifting through the branches of the trees. Coming upon an inviting looking house you start walking up the driveway only to pause when you hear a loud scream coming from the house in front of you. “ Who broke my headphones?”  followed by the distinct sound of running feet and slamming doors. You had been hired by Big Hit to help BTS with their relationship with hybrid fans as well as to act as a sort of personal assistant. Being a few years older than the oldest member helped Big Hit to see you less as a potential scandal and more of a potential big sister to the boys. 

Back to the scene in front of you. As you pause midway up the driveway you see a tall blonde man run out of the front door and rush towards you. So puzzled by the fact that this man is dashing down the driveway full speed, you fail to notice how close he has gotten until it is too late and he crashed into you. The man crashing into you causes you to fall to the ground in a heap. Blinking up at the blue sky contemplating your life choices you notice the noise of someone speaking to you causing the ears on top of your head to twitch. 

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Your eyes refocus on the tall blonde man standing over you when you hear in the distance. “Kim Namjoon get your ass back here so I can kick it!” Turning your head you see a shorter male with dark hair striding down the driveway with his mouth set in an angry line. The dark haired male came to a stop with a blank look on his face. “Namjoon who is this?” he questioned. The man seemed unaffected but you could smell his unease. Thinking to yourself it is now or never you piped in stating  “ Hello my name is y/n your label hired me to help with you hybrid interactions and personal matters.” As you are sharing this information with the dumbfounded males, you pick yourself up off the ground and start brushing off the dirt and dust your fall caused to accumulate on your clothing. Grabbing the handle of your suitcase you resume your trip up the driveway towards the front door. Leaving the two gape mouthed men standing in the middle of the driveway.

As you reach the front door the pair of males has caught up with you although they are gasping for air. Just when your finger reaches the doorbell before you can put any pressure on the little white button you hear from behind you “Can I see some ID and proof of your claims?” Sighing you turn to face the man who spoke you think his name is Namjoon you say with a tight smile “Of course” you reach into your pocket and pull out your hybrid ID card and your letter of introduction which you were instructed not to open. You then hand these items to Namjoon with a smile “Here you go” you say politely regaining your composure. Taking the ID and letter from you Namjoon carefully reads the letter then compares the information therein to your ID. Nodding his head he then hands both items back to you. Reaching around you he opens the door and says'' After you”.

Walking into the front hall with Namjoon and the currently unnamed male. You look at Namjoon and see an almost sad or worried look on his face. Namjoon gestures to the couch in the living room ahead of you while telling you “ You should probably sit down.” With a puzzled look on your face you do as he says. The next word out of his mouth have you nervous he says kind of uncomfortably “I think you should read the letter.” Pulling the slightly crumpled letter from your pocket, you unfold the paper and start to read:

Boys-

The hybrid in front of you is under the impression that we hired her as your assistant. We did try to just hire her but her company would only sell her. They said they were selling off all the hybrid workers to get younger ones. We bought one hybrid for each of the groups in our company to try and give as many as possible a chance at a safe home. Y/N is a fox hybrid older than Seokjin but we are unsure by how much. Please be kind to her she is your responsibility now. 

-Bang PD 

Tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you process the fact that the company that has owned you since you were fifteen sold you without word or warning. Quickly pulling yourself together so you don’t irritate your new owners. You drop to the floor in a deep bow forehead resting on the plush carpet. You hear footsteps approach then a loud voice proclaiming “ Joon what is going on here? Why is there a fox hybrid cowering on my carpet?” The new voice sounds severely upset which causes you to start shaking. Namjoon speaks up in a slightly plaintive voice “ Hyung I don't know why she is cowering but, she is our new hybrid. The company bought her for us.” 

“Hey why are you on the floor like this?” A new voice close to your ear and a new scent in your nose makes you whimper and draw even more into yourself. “Hey it’s okay. Look at me.” At the order you turn your head to see a male with light pink hair smiling softly at you. “There now it’s okay relax we aren't going to hurt you” The male whispers to you sweetly. As he reaches out to pet your ears you flinch a little. The man pauses then continues when you don’t react aggressively. His hand gently pets your head and scratches behind your ears. As the unknown man lavishes gentle affection on you your body starts to relax and a low contented growl escapes your lips. Startling yourself with the growl you abruptly stop. As your awareness of your surroundings comes back to you the realization that there is a large amount of yelling around you causes you to whimper in fear. The man next to you speaks quietly to you. “Shh it’s alright. Cover your ears for me Sweetie.” You reach up and cover your ears. 

Although your ears are covered you hear the muffled whistle the pink haired man lets out then silence. The kind man then reaches over and gently removes your hands from your ears. While smiling brightly he says “That’s better now isn't it!” Nodding your head you look at him with stars in your eyes. Hearing a sound on the other side of the room causes you to jump a little and move closer to your pink haired savior. 

“Y/N was sent here under false pretenses. That is the reason she is so scared. She was told she was coming in as an employee not to the home of her new owners.” A slightly detached voice states from the entrance to the front hallway. You start repeating the words” I’m sorry Sir I’m sorry Sir” over and over quietly. The pink haired male next to you has not stopped petting you and now adds in shushing noises trying to sooth your anxiety. You are starting to calm down when you hear Namjoon say “ I didn’t mean to scare her” with a sad voice. 

“Alright everyone sit down and be quiet. Y/N please relax no one is going to hurt you” The voice that sounded detached before now rings with authority. As you look up you can see it is the man that chased Namjoon out of the house. You sit up right and take a look around the room. Cataloging all the exits and the locations of the seven men spread around the room. After doing this you take the time to look ate each male separately. 

The one closest to you with pink fluffy hair gives you a sweet smile when you look his way. Next you spot a man with dark brown hair and mischief in his eyes, he gives you a smile as well. Looking at him if you didn't know any better you would think he is a bunny hybrid. Shifting to the next being the first thing you notice is his wide square smile. You timidly smile back and his grin widens. You catch movement out of the corner of your eye and shift to look at a man practically vibrating with excitement. This man seems to shine brighter than the sun as you catch his eye. A shuffling sound catches your attention as you shift focus to the source of the sound, your eyes widen at the sight before you. There is Namjoon with his ear pinched between the fingers of a tall man that had possibly the widest shoulders you have ever seen. You refocus again this time on the man that deescalated the situation, only to see him rolling his eyes as he walks completely into the room. 

“Ah Ah Ah okay hyung okay. I’m sorry Y/N for scaring you like that.” Namjoon apologizes to you. Your response leaves the seven men speechless and gape mouthed, even the previously emotionless one. “Master I’m the one who should be apologizing it was disrespectful for me to speak to you the way I did!” Namjoon seems to get himself together after a moment. Clearing his throat he says “Okay we have both apologized let's put this incident behind us. I am Namjoon, this is Seokjin, that is Yoongi, over there is Hoseok, next to him is Jungkook, the Taehyung, and next to you is Jim-min. We are BTS!” As Namjoon says each persons name your eyes follow his gestures and note who is who while collecting smiles, waves, and one head nod. You get to your feet and bow deeply while saying “ Nice to meet you masters my name is Y/N if it pleases you” You stay bowed down until you hear a voice ask “Why would your voice have to please us? Also why do you keep calling us master?” You risk a look up and meet the eyes of the boy that reminded you of a bunny earlier Jungkook. Jungkook motions for you to stand up straight. You straighten your spine and open your mouth to respond when Seokjin answers for you “Because owners have the right to call their hybrid anything they want. As for calling us master she was probably trained to refer to her owners in that way.” You nod your head in agreement “ Well I like your name but, I’m going to call you Noona.” Jungkook said while giving you his biggest bunny smile. You smile back thinking in your head how damn cute he looks. Suddenly you hear the other men pipe in with pet names for you. Your eyes star to widen and your ears lower to your head as you get overwhelmed. Just when you start to panic again a soft voice in your ear and a gentle hand on your shoulder calms you “Shh vixen they don’t mean any harm,” You turn your head to look at Jimin and give him a wobbly smile. “Noona” an excited Jungkook comes up to you. “Can I show you to your room?” You look around seeing almost everyone preoccupied you respond to Jungkook “ I would be very grateful master Jungkook if you would.” Jungkook looks surprised that you call him master and tells you “ Please just call me Jungkook. I would prefer it.” Your response is a little stilted “Yes mas…..Jungkook.” Jungkook then grins at you and claps his hands before grabbing your wrist and pulling you down a hallway. Looking behind you, you notice that Jimin gently smiles at you.

[elonscult]

The Awakening - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Sabrina managed to put herself together before coming out of the bathroom, she and Elon were supposed to be leaving soon. He had left to say goodbye to some people and they were going to meet at the door in approximately 10 minutes.

She walked out towards the entrance of the house, catching a glimpse of Alec before opening the door. The tall blonde blue-eyed man approached her.

“You’re leaving?” he asked “I thought we were leaving together later”

“Yeah, I.. uhm, Elon’s taking me home” Sabrina said.

Alec’s eyes widened and a smirked formed on his face.

“I see” he said.

“Shut up” Sabrina said rolling her eyes and smiling at her old friend. “I’ll call you tomorrow”.

Outside, Elon was waiting patiently in his car, anxious to see her again. When Sabrina walked through the door he was already in front of it.

“Hey” she said getting in the car.

Elon smiled at her and then they looked at each other as if they had the world’s oldest most precious secret.

The ride to Sabrina’s place was silent. He could feel her breathing, feel the racing of her heart.

As they got out of his car, he walked ahead of her and took her hand. He drew back for a moment and stared down at her. Sabrina met his gaze steadily, In the moonlight her hazel eyes could have been black.

“Do you mind if we catch up tomorrow?” Sabrina asked before they could get inside.

Elon stopped and reached for her hand. He felt confused, wondering if she was doubting the feelings she had confessed earlier at the party, worried that Sabrina was regretting what happened.

She squeezed his hand lovingly reassuring him, almost like if she could read his mind.

Elon leaned in and kissed her forehead, then he gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

“I’ll come by tomorrow” he said.

Sabrina smiled and nodded. She knew she needed time to process what happened today. Chemistry was never their problem  but she knew there were other factors to the relationship, other people to consider, uncomfortable conversations they needed to have. But they were together now, and that gave her the comfort she needed to sleep peacefully through the night, knowing they could face any obstacle if they had each other.

Elon arrived early the next day, wearing his usual all black outfit and bringing some breakfast along, when he walked into Sabrina’s house, she was already awake and taking a shower.

Elon wandered through her house, a big Bel air Spanish house that she was very proud of buying on her own. He stopped to look at one of the pictures in the wall, it was an 8 year old Sabrina riding a bike, he smiled, imagining a child of the two of them together.

“Sorry I took so long” she said smiling, almost running down the stairs to finally throw herself into his arms. She gave him a kiss. “Missed you”

“Missed you too” he answered.

Sabrina was wearing jeans with a black tube top and some long gold earrings that Elon followed with his eyes as they moved, unconsciously leading his gaze to her neck. His thoughts were all over the place.

Sabrina smiled. They were now sitting at the table eating breakfast.

“Here” Elon said, offering her a piece of pancake with his fork.

Sabrina opened her mouth but instead of giving her food he took advantage of the circumstances and pulled her in for a kiss.

Dear god! A tongue like that should be immortalized with a monument or someone should find a way to preserve it for posterity. And those lips.. Sabrina didn’t want to stop and think about those lips and what they were capable of doing.

Elon placed his hand on her waist bringing her closer to his hips, in the exact spot where his jeans were feeling tight.

Sabrina felt how Elon was getting tense and his breathing was starting to get fast. They were getting carried away, and she feared that if they didn’t stop in that moment none of them was going to be able to stop later.

Even if she wasn’t happy about distancing herself from him, she softly pushed him away, freeing herself from his hands.

“Get it together” Sabrina said, teasing him and going back to her seat.

“It would be easier to behave if you weren’t so damn desirable” Elon said.

“Shut up” she said.

Fascinated by the harmony in his movements, Sabrina stared at Elon as he took a bite of some fruit.  The idea of locking him in her bedroom for a whole month was starting to feel tempting.

Elon’s phone ringing took her out of her thoughts. He looked irritated as he looked at the caller ID.

“I have to take this” Elon said standing up and walking into the other room.

Sabrina also stood up and cleaned up the empty plates while she waited for him to come back.

“You’re ready to go?” he finally said.

“Sure”

Something was wrong. Sabrina could tell just by looking at him. He was driving but his mind seemed to be somewhere else away from his body.

She had tried several times to make him talk but he was just quiet. Sabrina thought about the call he received earlier, maybe it was that.

He parked in a public parking lot near the beach. Sabrina was unsure of where she was but she didn’t pay much attention to it.

“Wow, it’s really hot out here” she said as she got out of the car, feeling the dense hot air in her face.

She looked at Elon who looked really dashing with his black aviator shades on, a thin layer of sweat covered his skin.

“Is it too hot for you?” Sabrina asked him.

“I’m not gonna die if that’s what you’re asking” he answered almost like if he was too tired to speak.

“A little irritated, aren’t we?

“Sorry” Elon apologized grabbing her hand and then walking towards the exit of the parking lot. “I’m taking it out on you, it’s just work stuff”

“It’s okay” Sabrina said, her big eyes trying to find some kind of expression on Elon’s face. “If you have to go I understand”

“Don’t worry” he kissed her hand and continued walking. “So, we’re going to the aquarium, thought you might enjoy that”

Elon remained in silence as they bought the tickets and got into the building, he didn’t say a word until they were standing below the subaquatic tunnels that allowed them to see the different species in their natural habitat.

“Amazing” he babbled when a huge shark swam just over their heads. He had a childish expression and the light that shined in his eyes warmed Sabrina’s heart.

Suddenly, Sabrina’s phone started ringing. She took it out to see it was a call from her office.

“Hey, Ms. Vanderbilt” It was Mary, her assistant “I’m here at the office and someone broke in last night” she said.

“What?Why? Who would do that”

Sabrina caught Elon’s curious gaze. She offered him a smile and kept listening to Mary.

“No idea, the police is already here looking for clues and fingerprints. For what I’ve seen they didn’t take anything important, did you have anything valuable here?” Mary said.

“Just my computer” said Sabrina.

“Its still here, anything else?”

“No, I never leave anything important” Sabrina answered.

“Wait, the police officer wants to talk to you”

Sabrina waited until she heard the masculine voice.

“Ms. Vanderbilt?”

“That’s me”

“I’m officer Jones. It looks like they took your agenda and some files. Do you have any idea of who would be interested in that?” he said.

“Not really, do you need me to go over there?” Sabrina asked.

“No, no. We’re looking for prints but if you think of someone please let us know” Then, he gave the phone back to Mary.

“Do you want me to go?”Sabrina asked again.

“No, there’s nothing you can do. Really, it’s kind of boring” she said.

“Right, call me if anything happens”

Sabrina placed her phone in her back pocket again.

“Everything okay?” Elon asked.

“Someone broke into my office last night”

He frowned.

“What for?”

“No idea” Sabrina paused for a moment making Elon’s frown intensify while she thought about the possible cause. “I can’t imagine why someone would want my agenda or any of the files I have there. It’s really weird”

“Do we have to leave?”

She shook her head.

“It’s not needed”

Sabrina let Elon guide her through the different aquariums while he read to her the descriptions that explained details about the different animals.

God! How much she liked to hear the sound of his voice while he read. There was something so relaxing in Elon’s voice. He took one of his arms around her shoulder while they walked and she rested her head on him for a moment.

The sweet gesture caught him off guard and managed to debilitate him. Elon realized he spent hours wanting to feel the sweet touch of her body, he thought about how much better it would feel if they were naked right now.

When Sabrina smiled at him his heart began to race uncontrollably. She had something that made him feel things he never felt before. But deep inside he knew what it was, she saw the real him, beyond his appearance or wealth. She saw his soul. Could a woman so wonderful and compassionate like her care about some guy like him?

Sabrina stopped to read another inscription. Elon hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder, observing the animals swimming. The smell of his skin invaded Sabrina’s senses and she wished they were back at her place, where she could take his clothes off.

She wasn’t able to remember when was the last time that she desired someone as much as she desired Elon. In fact, she didn’t think it was possible that it had occurred before. She wished to feel him on top of her again, filling her completely.

Sabrina was terrified, he had a place in her heart that would destroy her if he ever left again.

Back at Elon’s place they spent the day in peaceful solitude and when the night came they sat in front of the couch over some pillows. Sabrina rested her head in Elon’s shoulder as he talked to her about some project he was working on. She was doing everything she could to hold herself and not turn around and explore every inch of his body with her mouth.

But Elon was still in a dark mood, ever since that call he received earlier.

“Tell me what’s bothering you” Sabrina said, sitting down correctly on the couch.

He looked away for a moment, contemplating if he really should tell her.

“It was Camille on the phone earlier” he sighed.

“Okay” Sabrina said urging him to continue.

“Nothing relevant, something about a signature for the divorce” He said.

“Is this about money? How much is she getting this time”

“No, she’s not getting anything. She cheated on me” Elon said darkly.

Elon’s answer took Sabrina by surprise, suddenly making her feel sad.

“I’m sorry” she finally said. “You didn’t deserve that”

Elon’s gaze finally met hers.

“Don’t worry, babe. It’s in the past now”

But she knew better, he was hurt. And as much as she would’ve liked to pretend that his whole relationship with his ex wife didn’t happen she knew he loved her at some point in time.

Sabrina carefully sat on his lap facing him, with her legs on each side of him. For once, he kept his hands still on her waist and only touched her with his lips, placing them on her own. It didn’t matter, Sabrina’s head began to spin anyway.

How could his ex wife had chosen another man? How could anyone reject him? He was heaven on earth.

Elon deepened the kiss, exploring Sabrina’s mouth with his tongue. Sabrina felt the beating of his heart while he got closer and closer and his muscles surrounded her.

She had never been so conscious about the presence of other human being. He took her to the limit, made her feel sensations that didn’t know existed.

Elon pulled away to look at Sabrina, making her skin crawl.

“I have urging desires to be inside of you, Sabrina” he mumbled “I want to feel your legs around me, your body beneath me, hear you moan while I make love to you slowly. I want your scent to be forever impregnated in my body.”

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Sorry for taking so long to post this! And for ending it like that hahah I promise next chapter will be more interesting,  will try to upload on thursday:) Thanks for reading!

[yunhostinyuyu]

broken and fixed - part 03

pairing: roommate!doyoung vs friend!taeil x original female character (ft. haechan & taeyong)

genre: roommate!au, work!au, social media!au-ish, fluff, angst, eventual smut

wc: 2.1k

synopsis: kang haneul is desperately looking for a way out of her home. as one of her best friends suggests a friend who is currently looking for a new roommate, a new and better chapter in her life begins. or so she thought...

warning: suggestive, mentions of abuse, panic attack, weed (for medical reasons)

“How many more boxes do you have? I don’t recall you having this much stuff! And why again is everything so heavy?” Donghyuck complained as he lifted another one of Haneul’s moving boxes. Drops of sweat already rolling from his forehead down to his cheekbones. “Quit whining big baby and get to work!” Mina scolded the younger boy as she grabbed a smaller box.

“We’re almost done...” Haneul explained as she kicked the door to her new room open and scanned all the labelled boxes with her belongings. She quietly counted as the three of them put thier boxes down, but can’t get rid of the feeling that she forgot something. “So these are the last ones.” Mina said and rubbed her red hands together. But as Hanuel looked around, she finally notices what’s missing.

“Wait, where’s my keyboard?”

“You didn’t bring it? Because I don’t remember loading it into my car...” Donghyuck commented. Haneul now remembers at how the piano is still at her parents home. She forgot to pack it because it was stored away on top of her wardrobe.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed loudly at the realisation, “I gotta go back to get it, I forgot... Fucking Shit!” she deeply growled. “I’d say that’s typical for you but I think you already know that.” Hyuck said, but was hit by a halfhearted slap from Haneul. He apologized “I’m sorry, I will go back with you to pick it up. Let’s go...”

“No, I can handle it. I still have my keys so I can just slip through for a minute and sneak out again. I’ll be fine, you guys should start getting ready for later.” Hanuel told her friends. Mina’s phone rang and she got startled as she saw the caller ID , “It’s my sister, I gotta run! But see you later!”. She placed a quick kiss on Haneul’s cheek and a slap on Donghyuck’s shoulder before she accepted the call. “Oww! She always does that!” He complained at Mina’s attack as she ran out the door. Right as the front door shut close, Doyoung’s head peeked out of the shared living room. That’s the second time he checked in on Haneul’s moving activities that day, earlier offering his help and letting them know he has friends over. So in case they are being to loud, he said she shouldn’t shy away from telling them to ‘tone it down’, as Doyoung put it into words.

“Everything okay?” He asked, a little concerned. He probably heard the cursing and Mina’s not-so-silent foot steps as she stormed out just a second ago. Hyuck shakes his head and she follows along, linking her hands behind her back in an effort to stretch them, as they stood in the hallways right out of Haneul’s doorframe.

“Yes! Don’t worry Hyung, we are about done.” Hyuck said first. “I’ll have to drop off one more thing in about twenty minutes and then I’m finished.” Haneul added and plastered a smile across her face.

“Yeah, no worries. Just wanted to check in.” Doyoung answered and already turned on his heel to open the living room door once again. As the door was wide open however, Hyuck spotted two new figures in the room and was quick to recognise one of them:

“Hey! Taeyong!” Oh oh. That name rang a bell in Haneul’s mind. Is he that ex of his sister? The one who’s room she is moving into right now? The look on her face froze, but only until they heard the slim figure yell back.

“Is that Donghyuck? What are you of all people doing here?” The boy walked out of the living room into the hallway and towards the younger boy. He was really skinny had had distinctive facial features, topped with platinum white hair, which was pushed back, with some strands of hair hanging out loosely.

“Oh just spending my precious time helping my friend...” Hyuck said, smiling, while fist bumping him. Taeyong quickly turned to face her and offered a handshake. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m Taeyong, Youngies former roommate.” The new face introduced himself, and Haneul shook his hand firmly.

“Nice to meet you too, I’m the new roommate of Doyoung, but you probably knew that.” She said, but then spotted another new face enter and slip past Doyoung, who was trying his hardest to hide his discomfort about this friends meeting Haneul. But he couldn’t do anything about it now. The nameless guy was shorter than the other two, but not by much. He had a round face with very plump lips and eyes she could loose herself in if she wasn’t careful, sparkling brightly. He was fast to stand next to his bright haired friend, his own brown, short locks looking awfully fluffy.

“We knew that, but we don’t know what your name is, beautiful? I’m Taeil.”

So now, when she first met Doyoung, she thought he was really attractive, but with the flirty boy who was now right in front of her, she had to correct her previous thought. His gaze almost made her drool. Thankfully, she could contain herself enough to shake his hand aswell and give him a genuine smile. “I’m Haneul” was all she could say before Donghyuck interrupted.

“Why don’t you guys join us later? Well be heading to a few bars downtown.” he suggested and Doyoung immidiatly cut right through.

“Maybe another time, but thanks for the offer.” the black haired man said and disappeared back into the living room now, hoping his friends would do the same. The both shoot a certain look to each other, thanked for the invitation and left to join Doyoung in the living room and went back to whatever it is they have been doing before. “Suit yourselves.” Hyuck dismissed the topic.

Haneul took her bag from her room and left together with Donghyuck. Her hands started to get clammy from the thought of having to go ‘home’ for one more time. Already running through all the worst case scenarios as she unlocked her car, which was parked right across Donghyuck’s. “Hey,” he spoke softly and she turned around to face her best friend again. He was just standing there with his arms spread out, offering a big hug. This was so rare coming from him, but nonetheless she put her arms around his back and let herself be pulled into his warm and cuddly embrace.

“I’m proud of you, Noona.” He whispered after a few seconds. “Don’t get all sappy now! Thank you Hyuckie, and I’ll see you later, yeah? Gotta make sure you look good so you get layed.” she joked when she pulled away from the younger man. Even if the older one enjoyed moments like these, she can’t handle them without getting either sarcastic or defensive.

“What do you mean? I always look good?”

“I will see you later! Bye now or I won’t make it in time” she swiftly dismissed his accusation and entered her car.

Nervosity starting to run through her veins as she got closer and closer to her parents home. Maybe she should have asked Hyuck or Mina to go with her, but now it’s too late. She didn’t talk with her parents about her plans to move out. To be honest, she didn’t talk with them at all, unless she was subject to her mother’s hits and unfiltered, rude words targeted at thier only daughter. The chance that they have caught up on what has happened already are pretty slim, since she wasn’t home all day and, obviously, all of her stuff is gone. Memories of the last incident with her crossed her mind again, and she really tried her hardest to keep that thought out of her mind. Focused on the street, the memories still stayed there and didn’t want to budge only an inch, which really made the young girl ache.

On the doorstep, her shaking hands tried to unlock the door as quiet as possible. The door opened itself slowly, and she stayed silent to listen for any sign of her parents. But no - there was only silence and everything was dark. The rooms she was living in all her life until now looked strange. They felt foreign, even if today was only the first day she officially moved out. It felt foreign, and it left a bitter taste in Haneul’s mouth.

Taking a chance, she dashed into her old bedroom, where her piano keyboard was stored. She hurriedly pulled it out from above her old wardrobe, balancing it as good as she could and put it into its cover. Without another thought she held it tightly against her chest and ran back out of the door. Everything happened in the span of only a minute, because Haneul was scared and the adrenaline made her act quicker than usual. But she was quick enough, and put the keyboard carefully in the trunk of her car.

„So that‘s it?“

Haneul froze, still facing the trunk of her car before slowly turning around to look at the source of the voice.

„What does it matter to you?“ she spat, quite surprised she managed not to break down right then and there.

„You‘re my daughter, a quick goodbye wouldn’t have hurt, huh? Tell me, who are you running away with?“ it‘s quite ironic, because it would infact have hurt.

„None of your fucking business. I‘m off now.“ Haneul spoke with as much force as possible, slamming the trunk shut and slowly walking around the car to get in the driverseat.

Her mother just scoffed. „Your attitude will never change, you stupid whore. Don‘t show your disgusting face around here ever again.“

Haneul swallowed hard, hand around the car door handle, but not get pushing it.

„Don‘t worry, you won‘t.“

And with that she drove away, back to her new home. Not having to deal with this mess ever again.

—

„Is she single? Do you know anything about that?“ Taeil asked, as the three freinds sat back down on the couch, curious about the new girl he had just layed his eyes on.

Doyoung didn’t answer, he only rolled his eyes as he stared back on his phone screen. Scanning Haneul‘s Instagram profile again and again in search of anything new, something she didn’t tell him or he didn’t find out about.

She was so interesting to him, but he would never admit it.

„Doyoung?“ Taeyong nudged his friend to pull him out of his thoughts, quickly shutting his phone.

„What? I‘m not helping Taeil, he can figure that out on his own.“ he huffed, clearly annoyed. Even if they were his best friends, they all had thier needs. And normally would help each other out to get what they desired, as in helping each other to get layed. But he really didn’t want them to be involved with his new roommate out of all people.

„Why are you so sour about this? I wouldn’t fuck her here if that’s what you’re so worried about.“

„No, because you won’t be fucking her at all. She‘s my roommate, there’s no need to involve her in anything just because you can’t keep it in your pants for once! There‘s plenty of fish in the sea.“ Doyoung answered and was met with an intense stare of his older friend.

„These are bold words coming from you.“ Taeil said, softly. „Somethings bothering you, and I don’t think it has to do with Haneul.“

„Ah, I don’t know, I‘m just... tired?“ the slim man uttered as he rubbed his temples with his and squeezed his eyes shut. Normally he would hit himself for saying stupid a things like ‘there are plenty of fish in the sea’, because he really didn’t think so. He only said it to distract himself from former memories. And that could also be the reason he’s constantly looking at Haneuls Social Media. To distract himself from the bitterness.

„Come on, we‘ll get something in your system.“

[jughead-is-canonically-aroace]

The Man Who Was Too Awkward To Mention He Had Amnesia

i wrote this for @spookyson-zine! the art is by @katanacupcake-art

summary: yknow that one john mulaney bit where he’s like “if i had amnesia no one would ever know because when someone you don’t recognize acts like they know you you pretend you know them and pray you remember”? like that

pairing: moxiety

wordcount: 3952

disclaimer: this is a rom-com. it is not attempting to be an accurate portrayal of amnesia or post-coma recovery or medical practice. creative liberties have been taken.

Virgil, upon awakening, knew approximately three things: his name, the fact that he was horizontal, and that there were at least two people in the room with him. He could tell that last bit from the loud sobbing and comforting noises coming from his right.

“It’s not your fault, Patton. He’ll wake up soon, and he’ll tell you.”

Virgil opened his eyes. He was in a rather brightly white room. To his left, a soft, roundish man in a blue sweater covered in puppies and kittens sat in a folding chair, crying into a handkerchief. A man in truly ridiculous amount of glittery gold eyeshadow and a violently red sweater had his arms wrapped around the other in comfort, whilst a man in a dress shirt and tie sat primly and somberly in a third chair near his feet.

This was all he registered before the three noticed his open eyes and the soft one (Patton?) launched himself forwards with a cry of relief.

Smothered in hugs and with a warm, fond feeling filling him as he hugged back and a kiss was pressed to his hair, Virgil thought, I love him. And then: This must be my boyfriend.

—

Virgil was discharged from the hospital within the hour* and was quickly piled into the backseat of a bright red convertible with Patton. Business Casual watched him over his shoulder from the passenger seat as Glitter Eyeshadow (I really need to figure out their names) started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, but as they turned onto the freeway he turned back forwards, apparently satisfied with what he had (or hadn’t) seen.

“Roman, would you please put the top up?”

“Do you not enjoy the feeling of the wind in your hair? The sensation of speed? The taste of adventure??”

“No.”

Roman put the top up, and Virgil noted his name with relief. Two down, one to go.

As Virgil settled against the window, staring out at the swiftly passing shrubbery and rough-cut rock lining the road, he recalled what the doctor had told him**.

“You were hit by an ATV at an intersection where you had right of way. All your medical bills have been handled by the other driver. You, miraculously, received only minor-to-moderate abrasions and contusions, aside from a rather nasty head wound, and appear to have no lasting effects.” The doctor smiled down at Virgil, and he briefly attempted to say “Actually, I do have one extremely present lasting effect,” but the doctor breezed onward without giving him a chance. “You were extremely lucky, Mr. Sanders.”

Ten minutes later, they were pulling into the driveway of a suburban 4-bedroom house.

—

[ID: 3 panel comic, panels stacked. virgil is upstairs, anxiously looking at different bedroom doors and trying to figure out which one is his, saying “Huh…” He’s wearing a black hoodie and the background is purple. A fly flies past behind his head.

The first door has a banner that reads “PRINCE”, a crown, and sparkles. it is captioned “No”. the second is a blank door. it is captioned “Maybe.” the third is covered in flowers and hearts, and has a unicorn on it. it is captioned “No!”. the fourth is also blank. it is captioned “...Maybe?”

Virgil closes his eyes, looking nervy yet determined. he is thinking “Well... There’s only one thing left to do...”

end ID]

[ID: 3 panel comic, panels stacked. virgil is in the living room, sitting on the couch and waiting for a clue for which room is his. He looks very anxious, thinking “This is fine.” there are sweat/nerves emotes around his head and he is blushing. there is a houseplant on a stand to the left and a red lamp on a side table to the right. the background is purple.

There’s a closeup on virgil’s face in profile. he is thinking “All I have to do is wait until four-eyes picks one of our less obvious rooms.” he is on the right and facing left, and there is a stylized drawing of logan’s face with angry eyebrows and a frown on the left. the background is a black-white gradient fading into the middle, with black emphasis lines pointing into the middle.

Patton suddenly appears beside virgil and says “HEY!!”, startling him. a zig of surprise emote and the word “zoinks!” are beside virgil’s head, and his eyes are boggling. patton’s face is stylized like a cat emote, with a 3 mouth and greater/less than signs for eyes. patton is wearing a blue shirt with a red cardigan tied around his shoulders. patton’s speech is in white bubble letters, and emphasized with many exclamation marks and a tilde. the background is purple.

end ID]

[ID: 5 panel comic, with panels 1, 4, and 5 stacked, and panels 2 and 3 stacked next to panel 1. Virgil flops over sideways onto patton’s lap. patton is sitting on the couch and virgil is curled stiffly on his side. they are stylized. the background is white.

A stylized icon of patton’s surprised face is looking down, with a loading bar next to his head, and a pink circle behind him. the background is white. Below that, the same stylized icon of patton’s face is happy and smiling, surrounded by yellow flowers and delight emotes. it is captioned “cuddle time!”

Next is a shot of virgil’s face where he is lying down. he is thinking “Wow this guy definitely is my boyfriend...” he is blushing, and looking to the left. there are white hearts around him and the background is navy blue.

A view from behind the couch over logan’s shoulder shows the stylized back of patton’s head surrounded by delight emotes and yellow flowers. logan’s face is in the right of the panel, looking suspiciously at the camera. it is captioned “suspicious A F” with a curly arrow pointing at logan.

end ID]

—

Later…

Virgil followed Patton up the stairs. They stopped in front of one of the blank doors. Please please please let this be my room and this not just be Patton stopping in front of the upstairs bathroom door or in front of Business Casual’s door for some reason or maybe I completely misjudged him and this is HIS room- “Well,” said Patton, “Goodnight! Sleep well!” With a final hug, he turned and crossed the hall back to the sticker-encrusted door, stepping inside, and Virgil nodded with a quiet “You too.”

Virgil tried to convince himself to try the door, but the imminent fear that Business Casual would appear, find him breaking into his room, and immediately unearth him as an amnesiac imposter and no longer the friend they knew and loved and kick him out on the street with only the clothes on his back and he’d have to resort to dealing drugs at Denny’s-

Business Casual, dressed in actual pajamas patterned with actual erlenmeyer flasks and test tubes of bright liquids, stepped out of the bathroom at the end of the hall and walked past him to the other blank door, opening it. He paused, and turned back. “Virgil, are you alright?”

“Yes! Fine!” Virgil jolted into motion and opened the door before him, stepping inside and turning to close it quickly. He caught a glimpse of Actual Chemistry Pajamas’ face, confused, mildly concerned, and contemplative, as he closed the door.

Virgil turned to look at his room.

Posters for The Nightmare Before Christmas and Welcome to Night Vale hung on one wall, while album covers for My Chemical Romance, Gorillaz, and a myriad of other bands covered another. An easel with a black canvas stood in a corner next to a bucket of oil paints, surrounded by a drop cloth. Next to it, a desk cluttered with notebooks, colored pencils, pastels, watercolors, and other art supplies. A paint-splattered pair of white jeans and large t-shirt was tossed over the back of the chair. Filling the remaining wall was a large bookshelf. Miscellaneous clutter formed a patchy layer over his floor, and a laundry bin half-full of clean clothes sat beside a pile of dirty clothes by his dresser.

Virgil’s eyes pricked with exhaustion, and he delegated all… that to tomorrow. He carefully stepped over to his bed, and sat down.

Reaching over to his nightstand, he picked his phone up and unlocked it.

Wait.

Virgil quickly popped into settings and removed the password, then set about searching the rest of his phone for clues.

Contacts had only “Puff🐶💙💜” (Patton, who is definitely my boyfriend), “Moi✨💄🌟” (Roman.), “Nerd🍇🤖🌡” (@god why. Please I just need to know his name), some tech support numbers, and “Manager”. He had Temple Run and Subway Surfer and Geometry Dash, but not much else. He had the Tumblr app, but it crashed as soon as he opened it. Finally, he checked Notes.

I don’t know why I didn’t start here. The Notes app was a jackpot. His social security number, directions to an unknown location, the address of a cafe in Rochester, his computer password (!), and “hamlo”, whatever that was.

Searching through the rest of the notes yielded slightly less lucrative results - numerous notes with random thoughts apparently written whilst trying to fall asleep (“dog pants?” “burger pant’s son, burger shorts. jr pants. shorts = young pants?” “Dumbell/Sawdust” “rubix cubes physically manifesting in your home” “burger pusher/at least im not a burger pusher. im a coffee pusher. im a cat?”), a note with translated roman numerals, and a note that simply read “modo g^5 plus”.

Virgil shrugged, called it a success, and went to get ready for bed.

—

Roman has an arm on Virgil’s chest, preventing him from grabbing his (“Be careful! That’s new!”) phone back as he quickly changes the contact names, adding several emojis to each. Business Casual leans over the back of the couch to read the screen.

“Why am I a thermometer?”

“It’s the closest thing I could find to a test tube.” Roman looked dramatically into the distance. “Sometimes, we have to make do with what we have.”

Virgil, upon return of his phone, reddens at the blue and purple heart emojis Roman put in Patton’s contact name. But he also doesn’t change them.

—

Virgil woke up the next morning at 6:58. He lay in bed for several minutes, blinking sleepily at the ceiling, before he registered the smell of pancakes drifting under the door.

Downstairs, he found Patton putting on his coat, shoving folders into a backpack, and eating the last few bites of his breakfast while glancing frantically at the clock. “Morning Virgil! You’re up early! Can you put this in the sink?” Virgil took the sticky plate as Patton slung the backpack over his shoulder, wriggled into his other sleeve, and darted out of the kitchen. “Bye Virge! Love you!” The door slammed.

“Bye,” he replied to the empty room. He put the plate down.

Investigating the cupboards, he eventually found a plate and fork, and pulled a few pancakes off the cooling rack in the middle of the table. Chewing slowly, he listened to the birds chirping out the window and the sound of someone jogging by.

Jogging up the steps.

Roman swung sweatily into the kitchen in running shorts and a tank top emblazoned with a logo of a yellow “watch out for children”-style road sign with two people running across a stage. He breezed over to the cabinets without noticing Virgil’s presence, dancing a bit to the pop music faintly drifting from his headphones, and humming a few notes. He turned to the table and startled violently.

“Virgil! You’re up early.” He quickly pulled his headphones off.

“Haha, yeah, I mean,” Virgil frantically dug for an excuse. “I have just been asleep for a month.”

Roman laughed, settling into a chair. He forked five pancakes onto his plate and splashed fruit sauce onto them before diving in. Virgil quietly finished his breakfast to the tinny tune of Lady Gaga’s Boys Boys Boys still drifting from Roman’s headphones.

“Hey, so, um, what’s the situation with like, work?” Virgil prayed he had been fired. He could not handle having to do this with his coworkers, too.

Roman looked awkwardly to the side. “I’m sorry, dude. They said they couldn’t keep you on past three weeks. So.”

Virgil nodded, trying not to let the relief show on his face. “That’s valid.”

Roman barked out a short, surprised laugh. “I saw a hiring sign at Starbies this morning though, you could try there.”

Virgil nodded again, and they lapsed into silence. Roman turned off his playlist.

Later, Roman tugs the last of the pancakes onto another plate and sticks them in the microwave, muttering something about how “pocket calculator probably pulled another all-nighter”. Virgil treks back up to his room to look up which Starbucks is near enough to be the one Roman was talking about, and Roman disappears into the bathroom to take a shower. 15 minutes later, Business Casual runs past his open door trailing a tie and a partially-unzipped backpack, and soon after the door slams once more.

—

Virgil walked the 4 short blocks to the hiring Starbucks, bought a coffee, and completed & turned in his application within half an hour. He got a call a week later, sweated and bullshitted his way through the interview, and miraculously got hired anyway. He was scheduled for 5-hour timeslots at various times Monday-Saturday. Thus, the following Sunday, neither Patton nor Virgil had any work they needed to rush off to.

The two had almost absentmindedly migrated from breakfast to the dishes, and they quietly coexisted while Patton washed and Virgil dried. As Virgil put away the last plate, Patton tapped him gently on the shoulder.

“Hey, Virgil?” asked Patton quietly. He looked down, fiddling with his fingers uncertainly. “D’you want to do some painting with me?”

“Yeah, sure,” replied Virgil, smiling. “Sounds fun.”

The change in Patton’s demeanor was immediate. He bloomed like a cereus in the night, rising and filling the room with his bright smile and luminous aura. “Alright! I’ll get the stuff!” He bustled off upstairs, leaving Virgil, stunned and very gay, in the kitchen. He recovered after a minute and went to change into paint clothes.

Patton and Virgil set up in the living room, spreading a large piece of thick brown paper over the rug and scattering paints and glitter within easy reach. He plopped cross-legged on the paper, and Virgil followed suit.

“What are we making?” he asked.

“Whatever we want! This is one of my favorite projects to do with my kindergarteners, just give them a big piece of paper and a lot of craft supplies and let them do wherever they want.” Patton opened up a bottle of blue paint and squirted a bit into his hand. He continued, “Kids have something really special when it comes to art, they don’t focus on the end, they just grab some paint and go.”

Mixing in some white, he spread the paint in his palm in a wide circle over the brown paper. “I think we forget how to do that when we grow up, and I’ve been trying to relearn it from my students with this activity.”

Virgil hummed. He grabbed a bottle of purple, and, squirting it into his hand, began to add little dots and curlicues to the paper with his pinky, carving tiny cracks with his fingernail.

Patton continued to talk quietly about some of the other art projects he had done with his kindergarteners as the picture began to take shape. The two crawled and reached around their workspace and each other, trying their best not to smudge the paint. Virgil put his hand down in a colorful patch, shrugged, and slapped it down in a bare space.

They continued for some time, until eventually they both tired. Virgil leaned against Patton and they looked over the smudgy, colorful, glittery painting. Patton leaned into Virgil, too, with a happy sigh.

—

Virgil stared at the black canvas in his room. He tilted his head to the left. To the right.

I don’t get it.

Turning to the desk, he flipped through a few notebooks. They held heavily pigmented, shadowy works in pastel, deeply layered colored pencil, and many, many half-finished sketches, some violently scribbled out. He found one sketch of what was apparently going to be an oil painting, with a list of what sections were going to be added on which layers, but the background was purple, not black.

Another notebook held loose sheets of watercolor paper, some filled with so much paint portions were almost black, others with only a few layers, clearly in the early stages.

Dang, I sure do like dark colors.

Turning back to the canvas, he shrugged and picked up a pallet.

Fuck it. I’ll just Bob Ross it and do whatever.

—

Virgil snarls at the canvas. Nothing is coming out like it is supposed to. In a fit of anger, he grabs his largest brush, and slaps black paint over the entire surface, obliterating the slightly wonky figure of a person in profile. With another growl, he tears out the page the sketch for the piece had been on and crumples it up, pitching it into the trash. Stripping out of his paint clothes, he crashes straight into bed. The clock greenly blinks the time at him: 4:37 AM.

—

Saturday afternoon, Virgil had learned, Patton volunteered at the SPCA. Virgil lounged in the living room with a book as Patton bounced around, humming as he gathered his coat and his bag.

Patton poked his head in. “Hey Virge! Wanna come to work with me? I think Buster misses you.”

Virgil looked up from his book. “Hm… Yeah.” He smiled, marking his place and standing. Leaving the book on the coffee table, he followed Patton out the door.

When they got to the SPCA, Patton immediately led him into the back and over to where a tiny corgi and a large mastiff lay together in a pen. The two dogs jumped up as they approached, the corgi hopping eagerly over to say hi to Virgil.

“Let me just grab Keaton…” muttered Patton, reaching over to take the mastiff’s collar. Virgil, however, had already reached out and was scratching Keaton behind the ears. Patton raised his eyebrows, then smiled, bouncing on his toes a bit. “Virgil! I’m so proud of you!!” Virgil nodded absently, leaning further into the pen to waffle his hand along Buster’s back.

“You can step into the pen,” Patton told him with a laugh. Virgil was quick to do so, plopping down on the floor.

Checking their collars discreetly to be certain of their names, Virgil murmured various baby-talks at Buster and Keaton as the two tumbled over him. Patton cooed at them, watching the three as Virgil tried to pet both dogs all over at once. He took many photos on his phone.

—

“…And Virgil did so much better around Keaton, too! They were like best buds, Keaton was all over him and he was fine! I’m so proud,” Patton finished, stirring the dregs of his soup as he spoke.

“Oh, well done, Virgil,” said Business Casual through a mouthful. He swallowed, and continued. “I know larger dogs have been a difficult issue for you for quite some time. I’m glad you’ve taken the initiative to work on your fear.”

Virgil tried desperately not to show his panic. I was afraid of big dogs?? Ffffff-

“Yeah, uh, I just felt bad about separating Buster from his buddy when I visited.” He awkwardly fiddled with his empty water glass. Business Casual was giving him a weird look. What did that mean.

Thankfully, Roman inadvertently saved him by changing the subject to his own day at work, running a Saturday workshop on improv at the youth theatre company he worked for.

—

There was a box of brownie mix in the cupboard.

Virgil leaned into the living room, where Patton was working on a lesson plan. He waggled the box. “Wanna make brownies?”

Patton’s head popped up, beaming. “Yes!!!” He stood, putting a hand to his back, then bounced over. “I forgot that was in there!”

He started pulling out measuring cups, and Virgil glanced over the instructions before opening the fridge to grab eggs.

Virgil measured the oil, eggs, and water into the bowl as Pat stirred. Once the liquid ingredients had been thoroughly combined, Virgil measured out half the bag of mix and poured it in. Patton folded the two together, blending carefully before stirring more vigorously. Flecks of batter flew out of the bowl, and Virgil grunted in surprise as a drop hit him in the cheek.

Patton stopped and looked over at him. He giggled, glancing back down at his own shirt. “I guess I battered it a bit too much, huh?” He grinned cheekily up at Virgil, sunlight breaking over the horizon. A bit of batter had landed on his lip.

Virgil leaned down and kissed him.

Patton jumped back with a loud shriek, eyes widening in shock. “What!?”

Virgil took a step back, raising his hands defensively. “What?” Should I have given him more warning? Isn’t kissing something you do with someone you’re dating? Am I wrong about that?? Did the brain injury screw up my factual knowledge too???

Footsteps thudded from upstairs, and Roman bounded into the room, followed by Business Casual. “What happened?!”

“What!” Patton squeaked again.

“I’m sorry!” Virgil frantically replied. “I’m not- I’m confused. I’m sorry!” He waved his hands frantically.

“What happened?” Business Casual asked, stepping between the two. “Wh. Why are you covered in batter?” Virgil and Patton ignored him.

“What- Why did you kiss me??” shrilled Patton.

“Because we’re dating???” Virgil replied incredulously. Patton’s eyes blew even wider.

“I- You- Virge, since when?”

Virgil paused. What?? “Are. Are we not dating?”

“No! I think I would know if I was dating you!”

Everything Virgil thought he knew was crashing down around him. The world was ending. This was his worst nightmare.

“But! I thought! Everything adds up to you dating me! You spend more one-on-one time with me than anyone else! You hug me more than anyone else! You look at me different and you smile at me more! You said you loved me! You kissed the top of my head when I first woke up!” he explained frantically. Everything is over. Patton will hate me now and they’re going to kick me out and realize I have amnesia and I’m going to be homeless and lose my job and-

“Yeah, because I’m hopelessly in love with you and can’t handle how gay I am!”

For a moment, everything stopped. What?

“You’re in love with me?”

“You thought we were dating!”

“You just said we weren’t!”

“Virgil, why would you not recall that Patton and yourself were not dating?”

Everyone turned to Business Casual, who had stepped away from the two and was now leaning against the opposite counter.

“Virgil, you said you had extrapolated from Patton’s actions that the two of you were dating, citing specifically when you, quote, “first woke up”. Odd phrasing in any situation, but particularly when compounded with the rest of this situation. So, Virgil. Care to share why it was you needed to extrapolate from such details your and Patton’s relationship status?”

Virgil slumped hopelessly. This is it. I’m going to have to sell drugs at Dennys. “I don’t remember anything. I have amnesia.”

Business Casual smirked. “As I suspected.”

“You knew?? Why didn’t you say anything? Do you know how worried I’ve been that you all’d find out and be mad at me for not telling you sooner and kick me out for being an imposter?? I don’t even know your name! Do you have any idea how stressful this has been for me??”

“It’s Logan. And you could have just said something yourself.” Logan raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but like, there was never really a good time… and I didn’t want to be rude and be like “Who are you!” ‘cause you all were so happy to see me awake… and then it had been so long that it would have just been weird…”

—

Virgil and Patton sat awkwardly on the couch, facing each other. Logan had volunteered to call the doctor for Virgil, and Roman had quietly disappeared back upstairs.

“So,” said Patton. “Um. I guess you know I’m in love with you now. I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable to be around me now, I can leave you alone for a while if you want, and I’ll try to get over-“

“Patton,” Virgil interrupted, perplexed. “I kissed you.”

“Yes! But! That was just because you thought we were dating!” Virgil had never heard anything more dumb in his life (the past month). And he worked customer service.

“Pat, I wouldn’t have thought we were dating if I didn’t like you too.” Virgil took a breath. “I thought we were dating because, when you hugged me after I first woke up, my first thought was that I loved you. I may not remember you, but I remember how I felt about you. And how I felt about you was that I loved you so much that even a major brain injury couldn’t take it away.”

Patton stared into Virgil’s eyes. “So you like me too?”

“Yes.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Virgil leaned down in reply, and Patton met him halfway.

—

“And so as you can see from the compounded evidence, combined with his recent confession, Virgil definitely has amnesia.”

“Why was this necessary?” asked Roman. “You just listed all the times you saw Virgil doing something suspicious and out-of-character. We already know Virgil has amnesia. You didn’t need to make us sit down and watch a powerpoint about it.”

“In my defense, I spent a very long time doing this instead of my homework and wanted to share it with someone.” ***

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*dont @ me, you read the disclaimer

**DONT FUCKING @ ME

***the note in my outline for this is: logan: here is my powerpoint on how virgil definitely has amnesia

[galactichxpe]

day in, day out ❦ jjk, jhs, myg [last of us au]

◜ 　　　　　 ◝ characters » jungkook, hoseok & yoongi (main pov is jungkook)

genre » the last of us au. zombie apocalypse & a little angst

word count » 1,624

warnings » strong language, light gore

a/n » inspired by the game "the last of us." what is the last of us? the last of us is an action-adventure survival horror video game. in which the world is overthrown by infected (of different species such as infected, bloaters and clickers.)

its basically a zombie apocalyptic game with the best storyline and amazing graphics. it's my favourite video game. anyway-

enjoy !

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he had woken up in the silence of his room. the light from the moon casting upon him causing his face to contort, rubbing his tired eyes. a hand of the clock on the wall had just ticked to 2, 2 in the morning.

he came out from under the covers, placing his feet on the floor before switching on the lamp on the bedside table. the warm light illuminating the room as he stood on wobbly legs, still feeling drowsy from waking up suddenly.

making an advance toward his door, he took a couple steps before his cellphone rang, startling him momentarily but he still picked up the vibrating device. clearing out his groggy 'morning' voice as he read the caller id.

'mom'

he answered the call without a second thought, putting the phone to his ear. "hey? it's late-"

"jungkook! thank god you picked up, i was so worried, i- your father didn't answer any of my calls or texts- is he there? i need you to put him on the phone somethings-" her rushed, shaky rambling was cut short when the line went dead, the ground shaking slightly simultaneously; jungkook gasping quietly in shock.

"mom? mom?!"

he called into the receiver and got no reply. his nerves were shaking along with his heart that was beating two times faster than before. he tossed his phone onto the bed before rushing out of his room. met with the darkness of the hallway.

"dad?!"

his steps were heavy as he jogged through the corridor, in search of his father who apparently hadn't been answering his wife's calls. "dad?" his voice grew softer as he entered the kitchen. his eyes caught sight of a yellow sticky note placed on the marble countertop, it read

"working late, be home tomorrow. feel free to raid my snack pantry :)" jungkook sighed. the sigh was of somewhat anxiousness; didn't explained why he wasn't answering any calls. he placed the note back as red lights and sirens blared past a window in the living room. and just as he was about to walk into the living room, something slammed into the glass door leading to the backyard behind him. spinning on his heel in an instant only for a gasp to leave his lips; eyes widening as his jaw went slack.

"dad?"

there his dad was. bloodied and battered, his guts threatening to pour out of him as he slammed his body against the glass again. and again, and again. jungkooks first initial thoughts surprisingly weren't to help him, but to run away. his instincts were kicking in; a gut feeling telling him that his dad was going to hurt him. his fathers actions progressively became more violent. letting out inhuman shrieks and guttural noises that made jungkook uneasy, practically terrified of what happened to his father... and what his father was going to do to him.

the glass shattered and jungkook bolted for a his fathers desk; pulling open the drawer. clasping the metal of the gun firmly in his hand before turning around. his father was heaving on the ground, bones crunching as he sloppily stood back up from the blood and glass shards surrounding his feet.

"dad?"

he groaned in response, his bleeding eyes seeming to need time to focus as they soon landed on jungkook who was in the other room, gun clutched in both hands.

"d-dad? what're you doing? are you... are you o-okay?" jungkook knew damn well his father was far from okay. he was no where near okay yet he wanted to see if his father responded rather than groaning more. the man who raised jungkook. the man who taught jungkook everything he knows. the man who loved his son unconditionally... then screamed, running toward jungkook in a harsh-violent manner.

"dad!"

he hesitated for split second. and in that split second... he saw for the last time, what little life his father had left in his eyes; before squeezing the trigger.

[ten years later]

his shirt stuck to him like a glove as he treaded through the crumbled streets of boston. the rain coming down heavily as he adjusted the weight of the backpack on his shoulders. the others were following close behind, looking as much of a mess as jungkook; mud smothering their boots and water dripping down their noses. and by 'the others', that's means the two men jungkook had met five years ago when he was scavenging an abandoned neighbourhood; that happened to not be as abandoned as he thought it was.

hoseok and yoongi; his two best friends that started as companions, which turned into acquaintances, then blossomed into trust. he could count on them, feel safe around them. they were his best friends after all.

"hey. why don't we hold up somewhere? we can stay in one of these buildings until the storm passes." hoseok practically yelled over the claps of thunder, water running down the sides of his face as he gestured to the tall, slanted buildings that had moss covering parts of the exterior, rubbled rooftops and foggy windows.

"sounds good." the two others agreed and they proceeded to climb into a hole in the side of a promising looking building. the least damaged one that is. they soon found themselves in a dark, messy corridor of an apartment building. their flashlights being of use as they cautiously walked through the halls of the creaking building. trash suddenly crumpled beneath yoongi's foot; quite loudly. withdrawing his boot thinking it didn't draw much attention; only to hear an echoed guttural cry at the end of the hallway.

a body staggered into view. fresh blood dripping from its chin as it jerked its neck suddenly, catching view of the three men watching it closely. "is it just one?"

"i think."

"it better be." jungkook muttered as he already had a rusty long pipe in hand. approaching the infected who began running at jungkook the moment he advanced toward it. he was quick to react, swinging his weapon at the shrieking man's leg. toppling forward having no time to pounce up at jungkook before he began to violently smash the infecteds head in with the pipe. crushing it's rotting brain and shattering its disgusting skull.

"alright. now that it's dead. let's find a place to crash for the night." jungkook spoke with heavy breaths as he dropped the pipe to the ground; having no more use for it. jungkook was about to return to his friends who nodded in agreement; already opening a door. when a group of infected suddenly burst through another entrance at the end of the hall to his left. he estimated ten as they started to sprint toward him, screaming. without a doubt drawing more attention to the three men.

"shit, run!"

the three boys could have easily taken out ten. but what made jungkook loose confidence was the large bloater; stomping toward him, throwing a chunk of its flesh at jungkook but missed as the man dashed down the hall. spores bursting from the bomb-like piece of flesh. it's yell was loud and rumbled through the building. it's steps shook the ground as it followed the three men closely; it's height helping it move faster with its long strides despite being large in size.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" yoongi shouted as he took a few pot shots at the infected and bloater. managing to take a small infected down before catching up with the two others.

"this way! this way!" hoseok ordered, busting through a door waiting for jungkook and yoongi to enter before pushing a large cabinet over; barricading the door. presumably the bloater crashed against it, shaking and shifting the cabinet out of place slightly before ramming against the door again.

"that's not gonna hold." jungkook stated the obvious before everyone's eyes searched around the room; in dire need of an escape route, and fast.

"uhh.. oh! here! jungkook, give me your knife." yoongi hurriedly flipped a couch over from adrenaline. revealing a decently large sized vent, capable of allowing the three men to crawl through. he pried the vent open in record time with the blade. throwing the grate elsewhere before standing up, gesturing for the two others to lead the way. "go! go!"

they wasted no time in getting on their knees, crawling through speedily as they heard the door hinges snap. yoongi watched as the bloaters arm shoved through the crack of the door; the cabinet thankfully holding in place long enough for yoongi to crawl through the open space. but before he followed the other two he placed a fallen painting in front of the hole; hopefully hiding it enough so the infected wouldn't crawl through as well.

attempting and successfully surviving the night in the ventilation system.

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the three men did everything humanly possible to survive just one more day. scavenging, thieving, killing, lying... they did whatever they could if it meant they'd live to see the sun rise and fall again. half of the threat wasn't just the infected; but the people as well. all the good people died in the beginning. and all the dangerous ones lived. the good people jungkook lost... were his father, his mother, his brother, park jimin...

and himself.

he was once your typical, reckless teenager. and he grew up a killer. a dangerous man who didn't take chances... he no longer loved. no longer smiled. and no matter how many times hoseok and yoongi tried... he never laughed; not even a chuckle.

jungkook had let the world ruin him. shape him. he was gone. jungkook had died the moment he killed his father all those years ago.

now it was just day in... and day out.

[meenasmoon]

Please do a fanfiction of johnny and meena babysitting rosita ' kids and the kids setting johnny and meena up fluff johnny x meena

My mischievous little childrens are at it again. Will they succeed in pushing two stubborn teens together? You’ll have to read to find out.

Little Matchmakers

“Thank you so much for doing this you guys.” Rosita grinned and adjustedher favorite yellow purse on her shoulder. Norman came up behind her and lookedover the two teens that were currently serving as a jungle gym for theirtwenty-five children. Meena used her trunk to gently lift Casper off ofthe top of her head and onto the ground. He immediately began trying to climbup her body once more. Johnny was surrounded by Rosita’s little girls, who werepestering him with question after question as they tugged on his leatherjacket. He was kneeling on the ground trying to answer them but they werecoming to fast for him to get a word in edgewise.

“It’s no problem Rosita.” Meena smiled and picked yet another piglet offthe top of her head.

“Yeah it’ll be loads of fan.” Johnny looked up momentarily to smilecharmingly at the two wary-looking parents before returning toentertaining the piglets.

“So I left all of the emergency numbers on the fridge, bedtime iseight, they need to brush their teeth and they like a story before they go tosleep. We’ll be back at nine. Oh and make sure that Meena cooks, not Johnny. Ilike my kitchen the way it is.” She sent Johnny a stern look and the gorillashrugged innocently.

Meena laughed and nodded, “Don’t worry Rosita. I’ll handle dinner.”

“Good. Okay everybody!” She turned her attention to herchildren who immediately stopped messing with their babysitters and gatheredaround their parents.

“Now you be good for Meena and Johnny. I don’t want to hear aboutany shenanigans. Understand?” Rosita said as sternly as she could and the kidsnodded solemnly. Satisfied that they would behave she followed Norman to thefront door.

“Are you sure you two can handle them?” She suddenly turned around, aworried look on her face, “We could just go another time…” Norman frowned andMeena quickly stepped in to reassure the worried mother.

“Don’t worry Rosita. Johnny and I will be able to handle your kids, noproblem.” She gently ushered the couple out into the hall, “Have a great time.”

Rosita took one last look at her children who had managed to tackleJohnny to the ground and were climbing all over the poor gorilla. She openedher mouth to reprimand them but stopped when Johnny’s deep chuckle echoed outinto the hall and he roared like a monster. He rose up from the mass of pigletsand began chasing them around, growling about how he was a monster who wasgoing to ‘eat some delicious piglets for dinner’. A soft smile spread acrossRosita’s face and her nerves began to settle for the first time that night. Shelooked up at Meena who was glancing back at Johnny with a dreamy smile on herface. Her smile turned into a grin and as she walked away arm in arm with herhusband she hoped that her children might help their budding romance along.

Once Rosita and Norman had left the building, Meena closed the frontdoor and turned to watch Johnny chase the piglets around the living room. Everytime one of them would try to take cover behind an object or piece of furniturehe would scare them out and resume the chase. As he ran past her, Meena caughthis arm and pulled him to a stop. He looked at her in confusion and she gavehim a shy smile.

“Can you keep them busy while I make dinner?” She asked, gesturing towardsthe pack of piglets who were peeking out at them from behind the couch. Johnnynodded and gave her his signature lopsided grin.

“Yeah. Daan’t worry abaht it. I’ll keep these lil’ rascals busy.” Hesaid, slightly out of breath but still grinning widely.

“Th-thanks.” Meena stuttered, struck dumb by that cute grin of his. Hercheeks turned bright red when she looked down and realized that she was stillholding onto his arm. She let go, jerking away like he was covered in hotcoals, and her entire face turned bright red. She turned around and hurried tothe kitchen, expertly weaving through the mass of piglets who were playing onthe floor. Johnny watched her go with a small smile and then turned to thepiglets who he was supposed to distract.

“’Oo wants ter play ‘ide and seek?” His question was met with yells ofexcitement and a wave of giggles, “I’ll count first. Ya guys better ‘urry upand hide or I’ll catch ya.”

He put his hands over his eyes and began counting as the pigletsscattered throughout the house, desperately searching for a place to hide. Onepiglet in particular, Hanna, dashed for the kitchen where Meena was stirring apot of mac n’cheese and humming to herself. Hanna jumped up onto the counterand accidentally scared the crap out of Meena, who had been in her own littleworld in the kitchen.

“Hanna? What are you doing? You shouldn’t be on the counter.” Meenascolded gently and the little pig immediately hit her with a small pout andbig, teary eyes. Meena was under her spell in seconds.

“We’re playing hide and seek with Johnny. Can I hide in here with you?”She pleaded and Meena looked around nervously, unsure if she should give in tothe normally devious piglets.

“I don’t know Hanna…” She trailed off when one little tear escaped outof Hanna’s wide eyes and rolled down her cheek. For good measure Hanna wrappedher little arms around Meena’s arm and hugged it tight while holding Meena’sgaze.

“Please? I wanna hang out with you.” She laid down the clincher andMeena was putty in her hands.

“Awww. Well of course you can hide in here. But you have to stay awayfrom the oven and the knife rack okay?” Hanna nodded solemnly and gave Meena’sarm one last hug before heading over to sit by the large cookie jar that sheplanned to hide behind. Her sweet little face went back to normal, not even atrace of a tear on her face. She sat down in a position where she could see thestairs and the doorway to the living room where Johnny was still counting andher siblings were hiding.

“What are you making Meena?” She whispered loud enough for the elephantto hear. Meena smiled and pretended to hide what was in the pot.

“It’s a secret.” She winked at Hanna who giggled and arched her necktrying to see in the large pot that was about the same size as her. Her searchwas fruitless from her position so she quickly gave up and began playing with awhisk like it was a sword and she was a little knight defending her castle, thecookie jar.

“Aw wite! Ready or not ‘ere I come!” Johnny called from the livingroom. Hanna dropped her whisk-sword and dove behind the cookie jar forrefuge. Johnny came prowling into the kitchen a few seconds later, a playfulgrin on his face.

“Ya ain’t ‘arborin’ and lil’ fugitives in ‘ere ‘re ya?” He asked, comingup behind Meena and pretending to search around her. Meena giggled and tried tokeep a straight face, playing along with his game.

“Why no! Of course not.” She said dramatically and Johnny gave her thatcrooked smile that made her heart pound and her face heat up.

“Ya sure?” He leaned in, his face getting closer to Meena’s. She movedback until Johnny had her cornered against the counter, his proximity makingher flustered. Hanna watched the exchange with wide eyes and she almost forgotthat she was hiding from the handsome gorilla. She watched as Meena’s cheeksturned bright red the same way that her mommy’s did when her daddy complimentedher. She noticed that Johnny leaned in the same way that her daddy did when hewas going kiss mommy. As Hanna put the pieces together she made the realizationthat both Johnny and Meena had yet to discover. 

Johnny and Meena ‘like-liked’ each other.

“I-I um… no. I mean yes! No there isn’t anyone else h-here andy-yes I’m sure.” Meena rambled nervously and Johnny’s smirk softened into anaffectionate smile.

“I believe ya Meena. Daan’t worry.” He backed away and Meena breatheddeeply for what felt like the first time since he walked into the kitchen. Hewas walking towards the staircase when he looked over and noticed the abandonedwhisk lying innocently on the counter.

“Wot were ya usin’ that for?” He asked suspiciously, walking over towhere Hanna was hiding. Meena saw the frantic look that Hanna shot her and sheleapt into action.

“I-it’s dirty! I was cleaning it for Rosita!” She stumbled over herselfslightly as she hurried over to where Johnny was examining the whisk.

“Meena…It’s not dirty. Actually, it looks brand new.” Meena franticallysnatched the whisk from his grip and held it close to her chest as she moved infront of the cookie jar where Hanna was hiding. She could feel her cover storyfalling out from underneath her and she desperately looked around for adistraction.

She caught sight of a piglet peeking down the stairs to check whereJohnny was, and knew she had a chance.

“Johnny look!” She pointed towards the staircase and the piglet wentrunning back out of sight just as Johnny turned around.

“Wot? Wot was it?” He asked, examining the stairs for any trace of apiglet.

“It was one of the piglets! They ran back upstairs.” She pointedexcitedly and gently shoved Johnny towards the stairs.

“Meena wait-“ He protested but she quickly cut him off as if she hadn’theard him.

“Go, go, go. Catch all those piglets and when you’re done dinner will beready.” She gave him one last shove and then turned back to stir the pot ofmacaroni. Johnny gave her back a confused look for a few seconds, thensmiled and shook his head good-naturedly. He then began stomping up thestairs, calling out to the piglets hiding up there.

When he was gone Meena let out a sigh of relief and Hanna slowly creepedout from behind the cookie jar.

“That was a close one huh?” She laughed and Hanna giggled and nodded.Hanna didn’t say anything but continued to smile knowingly at Meena. Meenalooked at her suspiciously and raised an eyebrow.

“What are you thinking little missy?”

“You ‘like-like’ Johnny.” Hanna blurted out and Meena froze mid-stir,her cheeks turning a deep red color.

“Wh-what are you talking about?” She said nervously as she looked aroundto see if anyone else was listening.

“You look just like mommy does when daddy says nice things about her.”Hanna said matter-of-factly and Meena’s face turned an even darker shade ofred.

“I do not!” She protested and Hanna gave her a disbelieving look that nochild should be able to pull off so fantastically.

“Yes you do. Meena and Johnny sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” Hannabegan to chant and Meena quickly clamped a large hand over the little piglet’smouth. She looked around once more to make sure they were alone before shefinally released Hanna.

Hanna just grinned up at her and Meena gave her a desperate look, “Let’skeep this between us alright?” Hanna nodded, still smiling. Behind her back herlittle fingers were firmly crossed.

“Why don’t you go find a new hiding place in the living room?” Meenasuggested as she lifted the piglet off of the counter and down onto the kitchenfloor.

Hanna skipped away into the living room, singing quietly under herbreath, “Meena and Johnny sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

Fifteen minutes later Johnny had rounded up all of the piglets and washerding them into the kitchen for dinner. Meena had set out a bowl of macn’cheese with a plate of carrots and apples for each everyone. Like a mob thepiglets rushed the table and climbed into their seats, eagerly digging intotheir food. Meena sat at one end of the table and Johnny the other so that theycould keep an eye on all the piglets. 

When Hanna saw that their babysitters were distracted she leaned overand began whispering into her brother Casper’s ear about Meena and Johnny‘like-liking’ each other. If anyone could get those two together it was Casper.He was the most mischievous out of all of the piglets and was themastermind behind just about every stunt they pulled. Casper’s mischievousand slightly evil smile curled across his face as a plan formed in his deviouslittle mind. He whispered it to Hanna who lit up and adopted a grin much likeCasper’s. They gave each other a simultaneous short nod and then turned totheir siblings to spread the word. A minute later all twenty-five piglets werein on the plan and as a result they all began eating faster, consumed withexcitement.

Once they had all finished their dinner, Meena served chocolate puddingfor dessert and, with Johnny’s help, began clearing the dishes and loading thelarge dishwasher. Once they had loaded as many dishes as they could into thedishwasher they began hand-washing the rest of the dishes.

The piglets brought over their pudding bowls once they were done andone-by-one dashed off into the living room. When the kitchen was cleared andthe dishes were dried and put away Meena and Johnny went into the living roomto find out what exactly the piglets were up to.

They were all crowded around the TV watching as Tess, Kelly, and Freddysang along to the music coming out of the karaoke machine. The lyrics were onthe screen for the piglets to follow, but they were too young to keep up sothey just sang the song how they pleased.

Meena laughed and went over to join the crowd of piglets, cheering onthe three kids singing and dancing along with the onlookers. Johnny stood therewatching them for a second, admiring the way that Meena handled the kids andhow beautiful she looked when she was smiling and having fun.

Meena noticed he was still standing in the entryway and gestured for himto come over as one of the piglets shoved a microphone in her hand. A littlepiglet named Nelson ran over to Johnny as he carefully picked his way throughthe mass of piglets, and handed him the other microphone. 

“Your turn.” Was his only explanation as he led Johnny over to whereMeena was standing in front of the screen waiting for the kids to choose theirsong. Meena shrugged and smiled nervously as she fiddled with her microphone.

“I guess they want a performance.” She shrugged and Johnny chuckled.

“Ya kna… I daan’t think that ya and I ‘ave ever sung together. I’mlookin’ forward ter the performance too.” He winked and Meena blushed, pullingher ears close to her head reflexively. However, she couldn’t stop the flutterin her chest or the smile that spread across her face. Despite her timidresponse she was excited to sing with Johnny too.

“Aleigh’ ‘Anna.” Johnny nodded to the piglet, which was at the computerchoosing the song, “Give us summit good.”

Meena’s eyes widened when she saw who was picking their song. Hannagave her a mischievous grin that immediately made Meena’s stomach sink toher toes and her palms grew sweaty.

The music began and she felt her mouth dry up immediately. The song’stitle rolled across the screen and she nervously gripped the microphone,waiting for her turn as Johnny sang the first line.

“Don’t go breaking my heart.”

“I couldn’t if I t-tried.” She started out a little nervously butgained confidence when Johnny turned to smile at her, singing his next line asif they were just talking.

“Honey if I get restless?”

“Baby you’re not that kind.” She blushed slightly but laughed at the sillylyrics, finally getting into the music.

“Don’t go breaking my heart.” Johnny bounced along with the beatand Meena joined him, her ears flaring out and her smile growing.

“You take the weight off of me.” She laughed and inwardly wasstruck by how accurate the lyric felt. Johnny literally made her feel lighter,happier.

“Honey when you knocked on my door

 I gave you my key

 Ooh hoo

 Nobody knows it

 When I was down

 I was your clown.” Meena made a funny face at the piglets who immediately squealed withlaughter.

”Ooh hoo

 Nobody knows it” This time the piglets joined in, their little voices creating theperfect chorus.

“Right from the start” Johnny goofy expression turned serious as Meenajoyfully belted out her next lines, the truth ringing clearly in the words.

“I gave you my heart

 I gave you my

 Heeeeaaaart” Johnny was so mesmerized by her he almost forgot his part, barelycatching it on time.

“So don’t go breaking my heart

 I won’t go breaking your heart

 Don’t go breaking my heart” Johnny reached out and impulsively grabbed Meena,pulling her close to him and dancing along to the beat, completely forgettingthat they were supposed to be babysitting twenty-five little piglets. And fromthe starry look in her eyes, Meena had forgotten too.

“And nobody told us

 ‘Cause nobody showed us

 And now it’s up to us babe” Johnny winked as he sang the affectionate andfairly romantic term, trying to show Meena that he meant exactly what he sang.

“Oh I think we can make it” Meena sang a little breathlessly, butshe was still smiling widely up at Johnny.

“So don’t misunderstand me,” Johnny sang as he twirled Meenaaround and then pulled her back in close. Meena put a hand on his shoulder andswayed in time to the music, following his lead.

“You put the light in my life.

 You put the sparks to the flame

 I’ve got your heart in my sights.” This time, to Johnny’s surprise, Meena wasthe one to wink and then spin away, playful look in her baby blues.

“Woo hoo

 Nobody knows it

 When I was down

 I was your clown” Meena deftly avoided Johnny’s attempts to pull her in close orspin her again, her hips moving along to the beat of the music in a way thatwas foreign to her.

“ Woo hoo

 Nobody knows it

 Right from the start

 I gave you my heart

 I gave you my

 Heeeaaart” Meena finally let Johnny catch her, and she willingly melted into hisstrong embrace as they twirled across the limited space in the living room.

“So don’t go breaking my heart

 I won’t go breaking your heart

 Don’t go breaking my heart” The piglets began to crowd around them singingalong as they belted out the chorus.

 “Oooh hoo

 Nobody knows it

 When I was down

 I was your clown

 Ooh hoo

 Nobody knows it

 Right from the start

 I gave you my heart

 I gave you my

 Heeeaaart

 Meena noticed that some of the piglets were starting to yawn and rubtheir eyes tiredly, but being the stubborn little kids that they were, none ofthem admitted to agreeing to go to bed.

 Meena began to clap rhythmically and soon Johnny and the pigletswere following her example, dancing around with each other.

“So don’t go breaking my heart

 I won’t go breaking your heart

 Don’t go breaking my

 Don’t go breaking my

 Don’t go breaking my heart,” The piglets echoed them excitedly but as thechorus went on their energy started to fade and Johnny winked at Meena when herealized her plan. If they could tire them out now it would be easier to getthem to bed after the song was over.

“Don’t go breaking my

 Don’t go breaking my

 I won’t go breaking your heart.” The piglets were starting to collapse on theground, still trying to sing along through their sleepiness. As the song faded,Meena watched as only Hanna was left standing, wobbly but still stubbornlyawake.

“Don’t go breaking my heart

I won’t go breaking your heart

Don’t go breaking my heart

I won’t go breaking your heart” The music faded and Meena shut down the TV whileJohnny helped the piglets up and ushered them off to the bathroom to brushtheir teeth. Hanna still stood stubbornly in the middle of the room.

“I’m not tired.” She whined as she rubbed her eye with a tiny littlefist. Meena smiled and picked her up, carrying her towards the bathroom wherethe other kids were brushing their teeth.

“If you go brush your teeth. I promise I’ll read you a story.” Hannabrightened up and nodded her agreement. Meena set her down and she ran into thebathroom to brush her teeth.

“I guess we’re doin’ story time.” Johnny chuckled ad the piglets filedinto their room and got into bed. Hanna handed Meena a book and they allsettled into bed, waiting patiently for them to start. The insisted that Meenaprovide the voice of the princess while Johnny provided the voice of theprince. When the story was over and the kids were sound asleep Johnny andMeena went downstairs to watch a movie.

They started out at opposite ends of the couch but each slowly inchedcloser to the other until their legs were touching. The warm feeling ofJohnny’s leg against her was sending Meena’s heart into a tizzy whileJohnny was trying to work up the courage to wrap his arm around her. He was inthe middle of wrapping his arm around her shoulders when the front door openedand Rosita and Norman walked in. Johnny and Meena leapt off of the couch likethey had been stung and hurried over to the door. Meena grabbed their stuff andhugged Rosita goodbye.

“How were they?” Rosita asked with a smile and Meena mirrored her smile,still a little flustered from her almost contact with Johnny.

“They were great. Little angels.” She whispered and then headed out thedoor with Johnny. Rosita looked surprised at the good report from Meena andmoved to the window to watch them get to Johnny’s car safely.

They were walking slowly, talking about something that she couldn’thear. She watched with glee as Johnny reached over and took Meena’s hand in hisand she shyly looked at him. He leaned in and brushed his hand down her face,obviously nervous but not nearly as nervous as Meena looked.

Johnny leaned in and Meena’s ears flared out, blocking Rosita’s view.She stepped away from the window to give them some privacy and followed Normanupstairs to bed.

She knew they would get there eventually. It just took a little push.