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sixeyesgojo · 4 years ago

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Pictures of You

Summary: prequel to I’ll Be Your Enemy - fluffy!

Characters: IBYE!Reader, Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara

Word count: 2,3k

Content warning: none

A/N: requested by @thecaptainsbride

If anybody got the reference Gojo made when he was late; congratulations, you have been successfully hurt (but this time it was not me).

Since I left the relationship between Gojo and the reader up for interpretation in IBYE, I will do the same here! Consider this piece me trying to mend your hearts <3

Taglist applications open for anyone who is interested!

“A trip to an amusement park or something like that doesn’t sound so bad,” you mused in front of Satoru. “It serves as relaxation and maybe the first-years can get closer to each other, you know, bonding and so on. They will see each other many times from now on, so getting along with each other is important,” you reasoned, your eyes almost sparkling from the thought of a day off.

“But Jujutsu Sorcery is an individual–” he began.

“Satoru, I think you should see this as vacation. A vacation where you can eat sweets until your teeth rot and absolutely nobody will hold you back,” you interrupted him.

“Okay, I am sold. Am listening now.” You just knew how to convince him. Sweets.

So that was exactly how the first-year students and you ended up at a fairground somewhere in Tokyo; it was quite neat, not too small but not too spacious either. None of you could get lost in it. Still, it was buzzing with life and all kinds of people mingled. The colorfulness was a refreshing sight to take in, compared to the dark world of Jujutsu Sorcery where seeing people suffer was your daily routine. The pleasant smell of food wafted through the air, making your mouth water, as you walked past the different booths with them. Waffles sounded like absolute heaven on earth right now.

Jujutsu Sorcery certainly was a draining sport, mentally as well as physically. Therefore it was only right to take a break at times, right? Self-care days were just as important as working.

In order to wind down a bit, you had suggested a one-day trip – just you, Satoru and the three first-year students you had adopted in your mind right away after meeting them several times.

“Sensei, you look very pretty today!” Yuji complimented you. Even Megumi noticed: “Did you have a haircut? Your hair seems a little bit shorter.”

“Yeah, Nobara had a field day with me. Cutting my hair.. or more like trimming the ends, choosing my outfit, doing my make-up and so on just for today,” you gushed as if you were a high school girl again. “Leave it to master stylist Kugisaki Nobara and nobody will ever look bad,” the brunette girl commended herself. Yuji was affectionately patting her on the back.

Undoubtedly, Satoru was late – nobody was surprised about that. You already went ahead and generously treated the trio of students you loved dearly to some food.

“Thank you for the food, sensei!” As usual, Yuji and Nobara were in perfect harmony with each other, seemingly sharing a brain.

“Thank you very much,” Megumi also expressed his thanks sweetly. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought the way his lips seemed to twitch was unintentional. “Absolutely no problem, kiddos. You guys enjoy it while I try to contact Gojo-sensei, yeah?” you shot them an apologetic smile, already fishing out your phone. The three of them nodded in perfect synchronization. They’re as cute as little ducklings, you thought.

You didn’t even need to bother calling.

You were about to dial Satoru’s number on your smartphone when Yuji’s voice boomed, “Oh! There he is! Gojo-sensei, we are here!!”

The boy waved at his teacher.

Satoru immediately spotted the pink-haired student and skipped over to where you all were standing. “Sorry for the wait! I’m afraid I got lost on the path of life!!”

“Nice of you to finally join us, but sadly, the fun is already over and we decided to go home. Just wanted to call you to let you know! We’ve been here since morning,” you deadpanned as the white-haired man arrived, looking Satoru dead in the eye – if they weren’t covered. “Wait, wha– Hold on, I am very sure I am not that late. MY MOCHI?” Satoru sounded frantic, facing his students who just shrugged their shoulders. “Serves you right,” Megumi stated calmly. Nobara, being the sassy girl she was, also joined in, “Losers don’t get to have fun and that’s a fact.”

It was such a wholesome and funny moment for you to see the students playing along with your prank without being told beforehand.

You broke out in laughter, not being able to contain it any longer, “You should have seen your face, dumbass! I was just joking!”

“Phew, I almost thought I had to kiss the idea of eating sweets today goodbye. What a horror that would be, my day would be OVER this instant,” the blindfolded man pouted, “so where should I buy my sweets? I’m gonna buy the entire place anyway, but where do I start? Any suggestions for Great Teacher Gojo?”

“Hold up, Satoru! We gotta take a picture together to commemorate this special day!” you suggested, bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. “I swear I just saw sensei’s eyes sparkle but I might be wrong,” Yuji remarked, looking at his dark-haired friend for confirmation.

“Sensei, if you want to take a picture, we have to take it at the right angle!” Nobara chimed in, the secret Instagram influencer in her on full display. She continued to explain, “It would come out great if Gojo-sensei took the pic, long arms privilege and so on.”

The female student almost seemed more into it than you were, it was adorable to you to see the usually bold student be this into taking pictures.

You hand the tall man your phone, but not without shooting him a “if you drop my phone, I’ll make you drop dead” look.

“Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation,” the male teacher commanded loudly. Upon hearing that, Megumi immediately slapped his hand in his face and turned away in embarrassment. Why was this man like this?

“...Ladies?” Yuji asked, the expression on his face screaming ‘confusion’ “Gojo-sensei just referenced a Beyoncé song, Itadori,” the dark-haired boy explained in a hushed tone, turning back slightly as if he did not want to get caught.

“And it’s not just any song!” Satoru happily chimed in. “Yes, yes, the good old Formation,” you added, nodding in satisfaction. You remember how you showed him the album when it dropped.

“Can we all just ignore Gojo-sensei and take our pic?” Nobara inquired as she shoved everybody into their respective spots. “Alright, everybody, smiiiiile for the camera. Say cheese!”

Click, click, click, click.

Finally, Satoru had gotten his share of sweets. Complying with his sweet tooth was always an effective way to calm him for some time. Almost like feeding a baby, in a way.

Now it was time for fun rides!

...or at least that was what you thought… until Satoru dragged you along to ride a freaking pendulum ride with him. The three students had managed to talk themselves out of stepping foot on that monster of a ride but Satoru didn’t even give you a chance to refuse, he simply gripped your arm and walked towards it.

Stopping only when you were already standing in line, you nervously eyed the metallic behemoth with its iron arm. The monstrosity was seemingly ready to make you throw up from the way it would spin you through the air repeatedly, going back and forth and back and forth again. Why did you have to do this?

“Satoru,” you called his name timidly and tugged at his sleeve, the strange feeling not leaving your gut, “do I really, really have to do this?”

“Absolutely! I promise it will be very fun,” Satoru replied with a signature grin you wanted to wipe off of his face at that moment.

No, it was not fun. At all. You were dizzy and your fear of height was kicking. The blasts of air hitting your face left, right and center were not helping at all and you were sure, if anybody took a picture of you right now, you would look horribly green.

“I– can’t do this anymore!” you shouted mid-air, right before the ride swung to the other side. The force knocked the air out of you once again.

“SATORU, PLEASE GET US OUT OF HERE!” you begged and squeezed his arm with an iron grip. The height was too overwhelming. “Mid-ride?” Satoru asked and you nodded frantically. “Now that’s what I call reckless! Sounds like fun. I’m in!” he declared with a grin.

“Domain Expansion: Infinite Void.”

That was the last thing you heard the tall man say before he touched your head with his large palm.

Your eyes widened in horror as you realized this man used his domain this recklessly, for fun. Maybe it was a side effect of being able to use it multiple times a day.

The infinity gently wrapped itself around Satoru and you. Almost movie-like, you watched as the entire, vast universe beautifully unfolded in front of your eyes. Each star being created separately, then abruptly flashing by as a sea of stars – as if you were in a wormhole. You perceived the entire domain within a flash of a moment, yet tasted eternity in it. Everything but nothing at once.

Despite being touched by Satoru himself, the sensations weren’t without merit. If this was how it felt to be in the safe space of Satoru’s touch within his inner world of Limitless, you would rather not fathom how it felt to be the one hit by this powerful domain.

It took you some time to process things and recollect.

“When I said I wanted you to get the two of us out of that thing, I didn’t mean ‘send me to your domain’,” you scolded him.

“Well, it was convenient,” he defended himself and you could almost hear the grin on his face, “Bet you’ll hate me after this though.”

“Hating you was never really an option I’d ever consider but okay, we’ll run with it this time. Now undo your domain, please, while I am asking nicely.”

“Your wish is my command! This time at least.”

“Satoru.” A stern last warning fell from your lips.

“Yes, yes, boss. On it.”

“I thought you said it’ll be fun but I am absolutely not riding that thing ever again,” you took deep breaths to calm down as your feet securely touched the ground again. Your legs were still trembling a bit.

“And it was fun! At least for me! I like seeing you struggle – it’s so funny – and the way you clung to my arm? Adorable! You are so tiny compared to me, like a bug I could crush between my fingers!” The annoying sorcerer laughed merrily.

“Gojo fucking Satoru, the only thing that is about to be crushed here are your balls. With my leg. You are very lucky to have that damn Infinity of yours or else,” you threatened.

“Ouch, you really do know how to hurt an invincible man,” he snickered and flicked your forehead lightly.

Rejoining with the students was easy as they all saw the barrier Satoru’s domain created.

“You are lucky there was some kind of show going on down here. That barrier above would have freaked people out if they weren’t distracted,” Nobara said, looks shooting daggers at her weird teacher. Innocent and as nice as ever, Yuji pitched in as well: “Yeah, Fushiguro also tried to distract children with their wandering eyes! I think he did a good job.”

“Okay but what did he do though?” you asked curiously and looked at the boy in question.

“...Shadow puppets,” Megumi slowly admitted, looking anywhere but at the people in front of him.

“Oh? You love your foster-dad-turned-great-teacher this much to embarrass yourself out in public? That’s new!” Satoru teased the poor boy. “Someone has to be the voice of reason around here or you’d all be in jail. That includes preventing civilians who are able to see curses from seeing you use Jujutsu while floating mid-air,” he justified, ignoring the tall teacher’s mockery completely.

“As much as I love slandering Gojo-sensei, I’d rather spend my day actually having fun,” Nobara pitched in, reminding everybody of why you were here in the first place.

“So, let’s go ride the ferris wheel!” she added excitedly.

More fun rides.

Before you knew it, the day passed by. You could already feel the heaviness in your legs from walking. The swirling feeling from all the rides boded in your chest – you probably would not be able to sleep well tonight. It was definitely worth it though, you thought.

You had already brought the students back to their dorm – Satoru had ran off to the school because he remembered he had to do something – and were on the way home yourself.

You were in some sort of trance, completely immersed in your phone, so you hadn’t registered when Satoru called your name until he gently tapped your shoulder, falling into step with you.

“Yeah?” you looked up to Satoru, snapping out of your train of thought.

“Just wanted to tell you; ‘Operation: Relaxation Day’ was a great success.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Satoru.” A genuine smile graced your lips and for a moment, he softened at the sight.

“You know what? It was amazing, I really should start listening to you more often,” he confessed with a smirk.

“Well, it’s thanks to your amazing power of persuasion that we got to spend it like this, so thanks for today,” you half-heartedly complimented him.

“You do know I only said we’d not be available today and then dashed, right?” he asked you, the usual playful tone lacing his voice. “Exactly what I meant by saying ‘your amazing power of persuasion’.”

“I think I’ll frame the picture we took,” you murmured softly, fondly looking at the screen of your phone. The picture from earlier was displayed on your homescreen.

Surely, you would hang it on the blank wall in your home as well. It was a personal treasure now.

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zenlesszonezero · 20 days ago

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Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

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fandomscombine · 4 years ago

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Make The First Move

George Weasley x Reader

BG: The Yule Ball is only a month away, but the boy you were hoping to ask you out still hasn’t make a move. So you decided to take matters into your own hands.

(With guess appearances of Fred and Cedric)

This is an entry for @heloisedaphnebrightmore ’s 1k Followers Writing Challenge

Fluff prompt #1 “Do you find it sexy when girls make the first move, or should I wait for you to do it yourself?”

Fluff prompt #6 “If you want to make a move, today would be the perfect time to go for it.”

Trope #8 Friends to lovers

WC: 2623

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y/n l/n is not a girly girl. You would categorize your fashion mentality to value comfort and functionality more than style.

Yes, during the weekends, you do tend to rock a graphic tee, jeans, soft sneakers and a outwear of choice, depending on what you’re feeling that day- be it a leather jacket, causal blazer to a denim jacket.

Hey in your defence, the Scottish Highlands where Hogwarts is located isn’t exactly the warmest place, besides students are only allowed to wear casual clothes during the weekends.

But every now and then you do wanna pop on a skirt or a dress, especially when its warm outside.

This upcoming event though…. you, like everyone else is oh so very much do want to feel like a star! To feel elegant! Luxurious!

That’s right the Yule Ball is only a month away. It is all that is in every single student’s mind ever since it was announced. Who would their date to the ball be? What outfit would they wear?

A number of students had already picked their respective dates and dresses. However, a remaining select few have not done either- Like yourself. Time is running out and the pool of available potential partners is decreasing day by day.

You didn’t mind going alone, as long as you have a great time with friends, going alone it isn’t really a big deal. But there is a small childlike wishful thinking that wants to have a fairy tale experience.

It also isn’t helpful that you had started to develop feelings for a certain redheaded twin over the summer. You swear that he too felt the dynamic changed between the two of you- who knew that 3 weeks tinkering with joke shop ideas and fixing out the burrow’s garage could be so impactful.

Though now coming to think of it, could you have just read the signs all wrong? The lingering stares, the tighter and longer hugs… Could this be signs that he planning of ways to murder you? Because if this were all romantic signs, wouldn’t he have had asked you out to the ball by now? It was no secret that you hadn’t said yes to anyone yet.

So, what’s taking so long? George Weasley is one of the most confident and popular guys on campus. Surely, he wouldn’t chicken out or get nervous to ask you.

Right??

Pushing boy trouble aside, you focus back on the dress catalogue your mum had sent you earlier today.

Flipping through the pages, 2 dresses caught you eye. One was a short tule the other had a long side leg slit.

You were in the process of bookmarking the page when you felt the catalogue being pulled out of your grasp.

‘Hey!’ You instinctively shouted to the culprit.

‘What’s this?’ George said, turning to the front cover. ‘“Madam Bella’s Evening Gowns, Autumn/Winter 1994”’

‘Give it back George!’ You tried to take it from him, but he quickly held it above his head.

You stood on the bench in hopes to extend your reach. You could almost take hold-

‘Catch Freddie!’ Shouted George and threw it across the table.

Fred flipped to the dogeared pages. ‘Ahh..’ He was scanning through the choices you had circled. ‘Great choices indeed, my dear y/n!’

At first you weren’t sure if he was teasing you or being sincere.

That must had shown on your face as Fred continued, ‘I’m serious y/n/n!’ He placed his left hand on his heart and raise his right. ‘I swear! But you would look good in any dress anyway.’

You blushed at his compliment. ‘Thanks for the confidence boost Freddie.’

He hands back the catalogue to you, and as you took it, he whispered in your ear. ‘A little hint though,’ He shifts back a bit- now being face to face. ‘My vote is on the slit dress...’

Your brows scrunched together- was this boy seriously giving you fashion advice?

‘….I know George would like that..’ He steals a quick glance towards his twin, who has now turn bright red, both from being embarrassed and furious at him. ‘… I-I mean, it would match George’s dress robes.’

Fred sends you a final wink and bids you both goodbye.

You watch Fred exit the Great Hall, never letting him out of sight until he turns the corner. Which George to grateful for, as that had bought him time to calm his face down.

That was the one of the weirdest exchanges you’ve ever had yet, but you also couldn’t help but wonder if there was some truth to it.

George cleared his throat ‘So…y/n...Have you got a date yet?’

‘No why?’ You look over at him and you thought that you might give your hypothesis a try. Smirking hopefully, you asked ‘Are you gonna ask me?’

If you only knew what was going on inside of George’s head, the boy was panicking.

It was as if time slowed. Or it was because George’s thoughts are going a thousand miles a second.

Of course, he wanted to ask you to go with him!

But his brain was feeding him of insecurities. What if you didn’t want to go with him? What if you did say yes but only as a friend?

Plus, he didn’t want to ask you in front of all these people, thinking that you might be pressured by the crowd to agree.

No, he wanted to do it in a private, more intimate setting. Deserving of your beauty and grand place to confess his feelings.

He’d dream that in return you would say ‘Yes, I loved to go to the ball with you, George!’ and perhaps even say those 3 words he’s been dying to hear-more in the romantic nature than of friendship- and if he was lucky, maybe even share a kiss, that would be the best case scenario.

The worst-case scenario would be you rejecting him, possibly forever ruining the relationship with his best friend and having his heart broken- at least that case, nobody else would witness that.

‘Eh George?? Georgie?? Hello??’ You frantically wake a hand in front of him. ‘Earth to George Weasley!!!’

Great, when you finally had the courage to ask him to be your date-albeit indirectly- You broke him.

‘uuh.. I… I have to go...’ George looked like a deer caught in headlights

‘What?’

His eyes, dart upwards, thinking of an excuse. ‘Yes, I have to go… GO CLEAN MY SOCKS!’ Unfortunately, for him, in an uncharacteristic manner, he failed to think of a believable lie. ‘I’ll see you later!’

And with that he rushed out the Great Hall, leaving you once again gawking with a confused face at another Weasley twin.

You had your back against one of the rock formations near the Black lake, deciding which of the 2 dresses you would be wearing to the ball.

You were enjoying the last good sunny autumn days, taking in the sights of other students having a picnic on this beautiful Saturday. When suddenly a figure had landed right in front of you.

‘Ahhh!’ You had jumped in fright, causing you to slip a bit.

‘I got you, I got you!’ You felt arms holding you tight, preventing you from falling off the rocks.

Once you had regained your balance you check to see the perpetrator that had gave you a heart attack.

‘CEDRIC DIGGORY!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU TO STOP DOING THAT!!’

The boy chuckled. ‘I know y/n/n, but I just couldn’t help it!’

You narrowed your eyes at him. Which made him laugh even more.

‘You know you love me.’ He gushed, bring you into a hug.

‘And that is my weakness’ Your reply being muffled by his shoulder. You Cedric were as close as brother and sister, having basically grew up together as both your families super close. Your father is best friends with his father and so are your mothers ever since their Hogwarts days. Therefore, naturally you and Cedric have a close bond too, being joined at the hip since birth-the only time part was the 3 months that you are older by.

It has been a while since you two had caught up with each other, him being busy with the Triwizard Tournament ofcourse.

‘Have you got any idea about the second task?’

‘Yeahh’ Cedric gulped.

You crocked a brow. Not buying his bullshit.

Cedric scratched the back of his neck. ‘Fine, I haven’t….’ Gazing towards the lake, he continued. ‘But I think it’s got something to do about the water.’

You take hold of his hand. ‘Hey, it’s alright. You’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it out.’

‘Thanks y/n. I thought initially you wouldn’t be against me joining.’ He confessed.

‘You know I would support you no matter what. But don’t get me wrong, I’m worried for you Ced, always am. The tournament just upped it to level 1000! But I know that you have it in you to win this, to be the Triwizard Champion!’ You beamed. ‘Imagine that Ced, a Triwizard Champion in the family!’

‘It would be great, would it?’

‘Now to the matter at hand, The Yule Ball.’

‘What about it?’

‘Have you asked someone yet? You enquired.

‘Well there is this gorgeous lady that I’ve been meaning to ask…’ He hinted. ‘Though I am waiting for the right opportunity to ask her, you see everything has to be perfect!’

‘Awww, what an absolute sweetheart!’ You swooned.

Behind Cedric, you could have sworn that you saw someone in the trees. However, in your eagerness to know more of Cedric’s possible date, you brushed it off as the swaying of the branches and falling autumn leaves.

‘How about you? Has Mr. Beater asked you yet?’

You sighed. ‘Not exactly…’

Cedric leaned forward with hands on his chin, interested to hear more.

‘He asked if I had got a date yet, to which I said no. Then teased if he was gonna ask me.’ You recalled. ‘Then he froze. I guess I broke him, cause the next thing he said was that he’s got to go clean his socks.’

That had Cedric doubling over. ‘George really said that?!?!!?’ He had his arms wrapped around his stomach. ‘Clean his socks?!!??’

‘Yeah yeah yeah, laugh all you want Diggory. But you still hadn’t asked Cho out yet.’

‘Heyy! I told you I am waiting for the right moment!’

‘C’mon Ced, Sweet intentions aside. Cho has been declining offers to the ball, time is running out and I bet she is getting tired waiting for you to make a move, especially this close to the ball.’ You know how much Cedric likes Cho and hate to see him sad if and when Cho doesn’t get tired of waiting for him. ‘Sooner or later she might just say yes to some other guy, cause you’re talking so long!’

‘I’m sorry Cedric.’ You had realized that you projected your own frustrations on him. ‘I didn’t mean to go off on you like that.’

‘I know y/n, it’s alright really.’ He smiled, having come up with an idea ‘How about this, the next time you see George, YOU ask him out?’ He suggested.

‘ME?!?’

‘Yes.’ He insisted. ‘That why we would get a definite answer. And this time not more asking in an indirectly direct way. - We don’t want another system error in that head of his. Deal?’

‘Deal’

Picking up the discarded catalogue, he remarked. ‘Hmmm, I think that the long one would suit the occasion better, don’t you think? Being it a formal event and all.’

You agreed. ‘and you‘re not the first one to say that too.’ You muttered-more to yourself.

‘Huh?’

‘Nothing!’

‘So what color are you thinking? Blue or…’

‘Oh I got that all figured out! I was thinking that since the point of the Triwizard Tournament is school unity, I want the grown to be featuring my house colours.’

Fred had ran back to the Gryffindor dormitories as fast as he could. Glad to spot that his twin brother laying down on the bed.

As much as he enjoys teasing his siblings. He could no longer endure the obliviousness of his brother and y/n. He can no longer take the constant nonessential pining, especially when they obviously like each other.

Fred had been trying to get them together for the past month, but it seems that subtly pushing them to the right direction isn’t working. Which leaves him with no choice.

‘If you want to make a move, today would be the perfect time to go for it’ Stated Fred.

‘What?’

‘I can’t take it anymore Georgie!’ He grabs his brother by the collar. ‘I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I KNOW YOU LIKE Y/N AND BELIEVE ME GEOGRE WHEN I SAY THAT SHE LIKES YOU BACK OKAY.’ Fred pleads, shaking George with each word. ‘AND YOU HAVE GOT TO MAKE A MOVE TODAY! NOW! ASK HER TO THE BALL BEFORE CEDRIC DOES.’

George now dizzy, mumbled. ‘What? How?.....How do you know this?’

‘I saw them together at the lake and me being the best brother that you have decided to eavesdrop.’ Fred admitted. ‘And guess what, Cedric plans to ask a gorgeous lady- y/n- to the yule ball but is just finding the perfect opportunity.’

‘Therefore, brother dearest, it’s only a matter of time til that happens. And I your very supportive wingman urge you to freaking ask y/n out RIGHT NOW before it’s too late.’

That news that Cedric might ask y/n to the ball before he does, had put George back into his senses.

In record time, George had tidy up his clothes and fixed his hair. ‘Right.’ He turned to Fred who was looking smug leaning on the door frame. ‘How do I look?’

‘Smashing.’

‘Great, Now get out of the way you prick.’

George was busy thinking on how to ask y/n out to the yule ball and possibly even side in the chance to ask to go on a date with him, when he accidentally bumped into someone.

‘Wooooahh careful George!’

Damnit! he thought, out of all the people in this huge school, he just had to bump into the one person he doesn’t want to see.

‘Diggory.’ George growled.

‘You two alright?’ Said a voice beside them.

In his annoyance towards Cedric, George hadn’t noticed that you were close by. ‘Yeah, I’m good.’

‘Heyy’ Cedric interrupted. George had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. ‘I’ll see you later okay?’

Cedric kissed your forehead and whispered. ‘Good luck.’

This was is. George interpreted that sibling affection as you going out with Cedric to the ball.

Accepting defeat, he cleared his throat. ‘I guess imma go too-‘

‘Wait George!’ You held onto his arm to prevent him from leaving. ‘I wanted to ask you something.’

‘Go ahead.’ Replied George, curious onto what it is that is so important to ask him.

‘Do you find it sexy when girls make the first move, or should I wait for you to do it yourself?’

‘Hmm?’ George once again confused.

‘Gosh you are slow sometimes aren’t you.’ You chuckled. You take a step closer to him, coming up face to face. ‘George Weasley will you go to the ball with me?’

It took a second for George to believe what he was hearing. ‘YES!!’ He exclaimed then recomposed himself. ‘Yes, I would love to go to the ball with you.’

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he decided to take it one step further- cause what else has he got to lose? ‘Will you y/n l/n go on a date with me?’

You bring your arms to his neck, his him close. ‘I’d love nothing more.’ You grinned, pulling him into a long awaited kiss.

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wlntrsldler · 4 years ago

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where’s my love (fred weasley x malfoy! reader)

PROMPT: Y/N Malfoy is allowed back to live with her family in Malfoy Manor after spending 6 years studying at Ilvermorny. She’s the black sheep of her family and now that she’s attending Hogwarts, she’s doing everything in her power to drive her father mad. Nothing else drives her father crazy than a Weasley, so why not date one? (fred weasley x malfoy! reader; fake dating au)

WARNINGS: none for now.

WC: 2.4K+

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CHAPTER 1

“Remind me again why we’re buying my materials for school three months before we actually start term?” you groaned, walking beside Draco through Diagon Alley.

He rolled his eyes, “Father hates getting caught in the whirlwind of everyone trying to get their items at once. He prefers shopping early in the year.”

“I don’t understand why he has a say when he’s not even here,” you mumbled, moving aside as people pushed past you. You took a look around, faintly remembering walking down these streets when you were younger. You sighed, stopping to the side to let two men holding two abnormally large carts of Merlin knows what, between you and Draco. “Didn’t even bother seeing me. I’ve been home for a week.”

Draco felt his shoulders drop, not having the heart to tell you that Lucius would leave the house before you woke to avoid you. He knew you didn’t like your father much, but Draco also knew that family is the most important thing to you. Lucius was still your father, of course. He pulled you by your arm, “Come on. Get a move on.”

You linked your arm through his, ruffling his perfectly styled hair. You chuckled as he swatted your hands away, groaning about how it took him ages to get it that way. You grinned up at him, watching as he smiled with his teeth, sparkling in the light. “Where are we off to first, my dearest brother?”

“It’s up to you,” he shrugged, “You tell me. Has the States given you a sufficient education?”

“I’ll have you know I’ve found a fascination with Transfiguration and wandlore,” you said. “You think I’ll get to continue my studies fairly at Hogwarts? I mean, I’m assuming they don’t get transfer students in their final year.”

“Hogwarts is… alright, I suppose,” he kicked around the pebbles that littered the streets. He stopped in front of a store, a bit familiar to you— Ollivander’s. “Some teachers are gits, sometimes, but I’m sure you’ll survive. It’s not the best, but it’ll suffice.”

You nodded, understandingly. You looked up at the sign, pointing up at it, “Why are we here? I already have a wand.”

You subconsciously touched the wand in your back pocket, already memorized the ridges. You grimaced, thinking about how you never truly felt like your wand was yours. Of course, you picked it out when you arrived in America, but you were too young to truly understand it. You remembered choosing the wand half-heartedly and largely basing it on how pretty it looked. That’s why you became so fascinated with wands. After hearing all your classmates gush about how they love their wands, like it was simply an extension of themselves, you began to wonder why your wand never made you feel that way.

“Nowhere better to learn about wandlore than with Ollivander,” Draco shooed you inside the store, stepping back a bit. “Go on, I have to see if the books I ordered have arrived. I’ll catch up with you soon.”

“Thanks, Dray.”

Draco smiled as he waved goodbye, his figure retreating into a dark alley. You had an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, one that only came around whenever Draco was lying to you. You shrugged the feeling off, knowing that it wouldn’t be wise to confront him so soon since your arrival. You didn’t even know if he’s truly hiding something from you anyway. Draco would tell you if there was something wrong, wouldn’t he?

Of course he would, you finally decided, twisting the doorknob to enter the shop. The man with long, white hair was turned away from you, opening various drawers and pulling out different items. The bell above his shop rang, startling him. His eyebrows furrowed, trying to see who would come into his shop so early into summer. Usually, his shop was pretty quiet until a week or two before the train left for Hogwarts.

Curious, he leaned over the counter, a polite smile on his face, “How can I help you?”

“Hi, I was just..” you trailed off, not really knowing your true purpose of being in the shop. Sure, you were interested in wandlore but is it appropriate to just walk into this man’s shop and start asking him questions? Not likely, but what else were you supposed to say. You gulped, “I.. I suppose, I just have a few questions about wands, if you don’t mind. My brother says you’re the best person to ask.”

He grinned, eyes lighting up at the compliment. Ollivander prides himself in his work and he loved talking to anyone and everyone who dared to listen. “Of course it is! Say, who’s your brother?”

“Draco,” you stated, walking closer to the counter. “Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. I’m his older sister.”

“Dear Merlin,” Ollivander’s eyebrows shot up, a large smile on his face. “Y/N Malfoy? Blimey, it’s been years since I last saw you.”

You ducked your head, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, “You remember who I am?”

“Well, absolutely!” he cheered, stepping out from behind the counter to give you a hug. “You used to run past my shop whenever your mother had to do some shopping. I remember you tapping against the glass window with the biggest smile on your face and you wouldn’t leave til I said ‘hello’ back,” he chuckled, holding you by your shoulders in disbelief. “I can’t believe how grown up you’ve become.”

You frowned a bit, looking up at him sadly, “I’m sorry, I can’t seem to remember doing that.”

He flicked his wrist, saying it was no big deal. He returned to his spot behind the counter, ushering you to sit on the stool that he placed in front of him. “No worries, you were young. I would be more surprised if you did remember it. I think you stopped coming with your mother after you turned seven. Matter of fact, I think your family stopped coming to Diagon Alley all together after that. Didn’t see not one Malfoy until your brother started Hogwarts.” He paused, “I always did wish I got to help you pick out your wand for school.”

“I bet if you were the one to help me, I’d have a better wand,” you laughed, pulling out the wand from your pocket. You twirled it around between your fingers, “Father sent me off to the States when I became of age. Got all my supplies on my own.”

“Does it not feel right?” he asked, taking the wand from your hand. He inspected it, “Sycamore wood with a unicorn hair core. That’s interesting.”

“How so?”

“Typically unicorn hair core wands remain attached to their first owner, but it seems this wand and yourself have never created a bond to be broken in the first place,” he placed the wand in your hand, getting up to look around the shop. “I’ll bring out a few wands for you to try out.”

You stood up abruptly, quickly shaking your head, “Please, sir. I don’t want to be a bother. I’m sure you have other things to worry about.”

“Nonsense, I’ve been waiting to find you a wand since you were a wee baby. Please, this is more for me than it is for you.”

You laughed at his words, raising your hand up in surrender, and taking your seat again. You patiently waited for him as he rummaged through his stocks of wands, staring at the stacks of wand boxes that reached the top of his ceiling. You called out to him, “I really appreciate you doing this, Mr. Ollivander!”

“It’s my pleasure,” he sat down again, this time with three wands in his hand. “Try these.”

He eagerly placed the first wand in your hand. You took it, wrapping your hands around it. Nothing. You sadly smiled, placing the wand back into the box, “Is that Laurel wood with a unicorn hair core?”

Ollivander nodded, handing you the next wand, “You know a bit about wands?”

“I’ll admit, I’m fascinated by wandlore. That’s why Draco sent me here,” you tried out the next wand, “Laurel wood with a dragon heartstring core?”

“Indeed, not a match?”

Embarrassed you shook your head, “It's better but I’m afraid it’s not. I’m sorry, Mr. Ollivander.”

He handed you the third one, “Don’t apologize. Every wizard and witch should have the right wand for them.”

“This one is the closest I’ve felt to a wand, but I still don’t think it’s right,” you hummed, admiring the detail on it. “Vine wood with a dragon heartstring core?”

For a second, you could’ve swore his face paled when you rejected the third wand. He gulped, getting up to return the three wands to their rightful places. You thought he’d given up, and rightfully so, after the three wands he introduced just didn’t fit you. But then he came back with a sole wand in his grasp, hands shaking a bit when he handed it to you.

If you weren’t so entranced by the wand he presented to you, you would’ve noticed a shift in the air. Ollivander was nervous. He’s only given out a variation of this wand a few times in his life and each time he did, a piece of him broke when they accepted it. He gave you the box, “Here. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to show this wand to you but it seems the perfect fit.”

You looked down at the wand, unfamiliar with the wood it’s made out of. You touched it and instantly, you felt sparks in your body ignite. This was your wand. This was always your wand. A large smile made its way to your face as you lifted it up. It was beautiful. You looked at him, confused as to why he was afraid to hand it to you, “I’ve never seen this wood before.”

“It’s Cypress wood. It’s rare,” Ollivander started. “It’s been said that this wand only matches with the most noble of witches and wizards.”

“Noble?” you questioned, looking at the wand. “That’s quite a compliment, wouldn’t you say? Why did you not want to show me this wand?”

“What’s the fun in telling you that?” he chuckled sadly, “You’re interested in wandlore, correct? Learn about the history of it. That’s your homework from me.”

You cocked your eyebrow, confused on why the air in the shop suddenly turned heavy. “That’s a deal.”

“George, I don’t understand why we’re here again,” Fred groaned, walking down the familiar streets of Diagon Alley.

“Don’t you wanna see the shop?”

“We see it every week,” he rolled his eyes, but followed George down the familiar path anyway. “It’s not like we magically gained enough money to buy the lot now.”

The two boys walked past the different shops, trying to stay out of everyone’s way. Diagon Alley before the start of the school year was rather peaceful. There weren’t any anxious first years running around everywhere trying to make sure they had everything. Although, ever since they started their little business, they realized those same first years were their biggest customers. Sure, they usually got scolded by their parents for wasting their money on Weasley products over spare parchment, but Fred and George believed that that wasn’t their business anymore.

As they walked by Ollivander’s, Fred couldn’t help but stop and look into the shop, spotting the most beautiful girl he swore he’d ever seen in his life— you. You were sitting in front of Ollivander, twirling a wand around with your fingers. He didn’t realize he stopped completely until he heard George’s irritated footsteps stomping over to him.

George hit Fred on the back of his head, “Gee, thanks for leaving me to walk on my own, Freddie.” Silence. He snapped his fingers in front of his brother, trying to pull him out of his trance, “Earth to Fred?”

“Stop it,” he mumbled, shooting an annoyed glare at his twin. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Yeah, busy staring at-” George turned his attention to whatever — or rather, whoever— got his brother’s attention. His eyes bulged out of his eyes when he saw you. “Blimey, now I see why you’re staring. She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, obviously.”

“Who is she?”

It took Fred a while to respond, his brother’s words not fully registering in his mind until a little later. He was too enchanted by you, especially the way your entire being lit up once you touched a wand that Ollivander gave to you. You grinned up at him, your lips mouthing words Fred couldn’t truly decipher. All he could think about was how beautiful you were.

He started to think about if he’s seen you before. Surely if you went to Hogwarts he would’ve noticed you. Godric, everyone would’ve noticed you. He concluded that you definitely didn’t go to Hogwarts. Were you from Beauxbaton? You were more than beautiful enough to be part Veela. But if you went there, wouldn’t you have made an appearance during last year's Triwizard Tournament?

“So who is she?”

“I don’t know,” Fred breathed out, “But even if I did know, I wouldn’t bloody tell you.”

George laughed, “No worries, brother dear. Although I do deserve some payback since you took Angelina to the Yule Ball, knowing full well I fancied her, I won’t try to make a move on your little crush.”

“Bold of you to assume she’d even look in our direction, Georgie,” Fred sighed, backing away from the shop, but not taking his eyes away from you.

Before George could say something back, another voice made the two boys jump.

“Weaslebees.”

Fred turned to look at the source of the voice, internally cursing when he saw the familiar mop of blond hair in front of them. Draco stood tall with his arms crossed over his chest, his signature smirk on his face. Fred and George squinted their eyes, throwing daggers in his direction.

“Shut up, Malfoy,” Fred sneered, stepping closer to George. “What are you even doing here?”

“I should ask you the same thing,” Draco rebutted, “Planning a prank on poor Ollivander are you? When will you realize nobody actually enjoys your shenanigans?”

“Nobody asked for your opinion.”

Draco rolled his eyes, shoving past the two boys. He pushed the door to the shop open, already forgetting his encounter with the Weasleys, “Y/N, you ready?”

From the outside, they heard your sweet voice echo, “Yeah, one second.”

The twins looked at each other, a puzzled look etched on both their features. How did you know Malfoy? As George pushed Fred to continue walking, eager to see the lot they hoped would be theirs soon enough, Fred couldn’t help but think about you.

Y/N, he thought, she seems utterly perfect.

There’s nothing in the world that could make him believe otherwise.

A/N: thank you so much for your support for this series! the chapter after this one starts off really funny actually, so i hope you guys enjoy the sort of comedic aspects of this series. also, so sorry this is kinda starting off slowly but i just wanted to set the scene a bit before they actually meet.

also, the meaning of the wand will be revealed later on! so if you’re not familiar with it, i promise it’ll make sense later.

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bunnyywritings · 4 years ago

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a birthday wish

tenya iida x gn!reader

[a/n: so I got home later than I thought I would and it was a bit of a rough day but here’s a little something for class rep on his birthday, hehe I’m a complete mess when it comes to this boy right here🥺...like I don’t understand how he’s not everyone’s favorite but I guess not everyone has taste ✨✨ anyways, I gave reader wings as their quirk, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ]

Work studies were going great so far. You were doing yours under Keigo Takami aka Hawks. He helped you with training that focused on strengthening your wings and using them in combat.

You flinched as the earpiece crackled to life, “That’s enough for now (y/n), let’s go on patrol.” You made your way down to where he was standing on the rooftop, a groan leaving your lips once your wings ceased their flapping. This caused Hawks to chuckle, “Tired?”

“No.” You scoffed at his teasing. “Not at all.” That was a big fat lie, your wings were sore. Every time you took a step, it jostled them painfully. However, you pushed the pain to the back of your mind and went on the patrol as scheduled.

Back at the dorms, everyone was gathered in the common room, trying to relax after a day full of classes and pop quizzes. Denki was flipping through the channels when a familiar face made him stop and turn up the volume.

“Woah! Guys check it out! It’s (y/n)!” The call of your name caught Iida’s attention, he grabbed his mug and made his way towards the couches. A smile on his face as he saw you on the tv, your dazzling grin on display for everyone to see as you were on patrol. He felt his heart beat a little faster at the sight of you. He was a bit somber at the fact that you wouldn’t be there for his birthday.

He’d want nothing more than to be able to cuddle you to his hearts content and sleep with you in his arms, sure it was against to rules but when it came to you, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. Plus, the thought of waking up to you in his arms on his birthday was probably one of the best gifts he could receive. Especially after not seeing you for a whole week. He fished his phone from his pocket and took a quick picture of your guys’ classmates gushing over you.

To: my darling angel ♡

‘You look absolutely dazzling on the big screen darling and it seems that everyone thinks so too.’

You ignored the buzz in your pocket, you knew it was a text but taking your phone out on a patrol wouldn’t really be the smartest idea, so you continued on. Stopping for photos and autographs before you were back in the agency office and having lunch.

“So? Did you consider my offer?” Hawks asked as he popped a nugget in his mouth.

“Well I did, and after speaking about it with a-uh a friend...” Keigo definitely caught onto the blush that made its way to your cheeks. “and once I graduate, I’d love to sign with your agency.” A triumphant grin split his lips.

“That’s great!” His grin turned into a mischievous smirk. “And who’s this friend of yours?” He wiggled his eyebrows as your cheeks turned a bright red.

“He uhm, his name is T-Tenya Iida.” You avoided his gaze.

“Tenya? Wait- he’s Ingenium’s brother?” You nodded sheepishly. “Is he your boyfriend?~”

A laugh rumbled in his chest as he saw your wings ruffle and puff up. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Then you remembered that he had texted you a while ago so you grabbed your phone and unlocked it, heart fluttering so loud you could hear it in your ears.

“Uh hey lovebird...” his call broke you out of your trance, that’s when you realized that the fluttering you heard wasn’t your heart seeing as you were a few feet above your chair. Embarassed, you fluttered back down until your butt was back in the chair.

“S-Sorry...”

You finished your lunch and helped with some paperwork since it was a rather uneventful day. You were exhausted but being in the city for an entire week was an amazing experience.

“Hey uh how would you like to get home early?” His offer made your eyes widen.

“Wait...really?”

He shrugged, “Yeah, of course. You can just finish your work study next week. I’ll email Aizawa the paperwork in the morning. You should get back to that boyfriend of yours. It’s his birthday today.” You were even more shocked, how did he-?

“Am I right? You said something about some boy’s birthday earlier this week.”

“I-well yeah, you’re right.”

So you showered in the locker room as he readied the paper work and he accompanied you to the station.

“Well, little one...it’s time to go back to your dorm life.” He chuckled sadly, ruffling your hair.

You dropped your duffle bag on the ground and wrapped your arms around the blonde “Thank you Takami...I really appreciate it.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Don’t get all sappy on me kid and plus...two years goes by like nothing.” He gave you a little squeeze before pulling away. “You’ll probably be way more powerful than me by then anyways.”

After a tearful goodbye at the train terminal, you boarded on the 3 hour ride back to Musutafu.

You leaned back in your seat and tried to catch a small nap. You were shaken awake by another passenger, she gently called out to you until your eyes were open and she kindly let you know that you were at your stop.

Slightly embarrassed, you thanked her profusely before climbing out and making your way out of the car. You pulled out your phone and called a few of your classmates to try and keep your arrival a surprise. Midoriya and Shoto had convinced Iida to go on a run with them. And Sato had gotten started on baking a cake. They had known it was Iida’s birthday but he had made it very clear that he didn’t want anything too wild but that wasn’t gonna fly with you.

Once you arrived, everyone greeted you excitedly but kept the questions down as they helped you set up and whatnot.

When the boys had sent you a text that they were a few minutes away, you went and hid.

“You guys? What is this? I thought I said not to waste time on a party.” Iida gently reprimanded his classmates.

“Well maybe this will change your mind...” Mina giggled and that was your cue. You stepped out from around the corner.

“Surprise!!” You held your arms out and there was a grin on your lips.

Everyone watched with warm hearts as Iida’s eyes widened and slightly glossed over before he sped over to you and enveloped you in his arms, lifting you up and spinning you around before he let you back down onto the ground and held your jaw in his hands and brought you into a deep yet sweet kiss. The action surprised you but you melted into it and moved your lips against his.

“Eww! Get a room!” Denki jokingly groaned.

“Trust me, we will.” Iida’s deep voice rumbled quietly in you ear.

Your cleared your throat and pulled away, face flushed. “O-okay, well uh now that I’m here let’s eat some cake!” Sato brought out a beautifully made cake and placed some candles on it. You watched with a smile as Iida enjoyed the singing from his classmates and the cheers as he was blowing out the candles. As much as he said he didn’t want a party, he sure was enjoying himself.

He opened a few presents, thanking everyone but also scolding(?) them for spending money on impractical things but once the night died down, he thanked everyone once more but insisted that they all get to sleep at a reasonable hour. While he took a shower, you took the time to ready his presents. They weren’t anything too special but you had hoped that they were enough. Sighing, your tried to fight off sleep but it felt like your eyelids weighed tons, and sleep was tugging at your subconscious but you stayed awake because you wanted to have some much needed cuddles with the birthday boy. Not really caring about whether you’d get caught or not.

As Iida made his way into his room, he was filled with a fuzzy warmth that was only caused by you. The way you sleepily watched him move about the room, the way you looked in his t-shirt.

“Now, it’s finally time for your gifts.” You grinned, holding out a box for him.

Playfully rolling his eyes, he took the box from your hands and sat beside you on the bed. With tentative fingers, he carefully unwrapped the box and pulled open the lid. He froze. It was a pair of shoes that he had been wanting for training but they were seemingly sold out everywhere, even with the money that he had, he couldn’t get them.

“How did you-?” He looked at you with wide eyes, the butterflies he got from your lazy grin made him want to pin you down and smother you in kisses.

“Don’t worry about it.” You coyly shrugged and before he could ask once more, you held a little gift bag out to him. Your triumphant expression turning sheepish. “This isn’t anything special really b-but I just thought you’d like to have it.”

He took it and pulled out the colorful tissue paper, and there was a long, rectangular box in it. Pulling it out, he opened the box. Inside was a shiny silver chain necklace with a white gold feather hanging from it, his and your initials ingraved on it.

The silence was killing you.

“I-It’s okay if you don’t like it! I-well I just thought that-“

He could tell it was expensive, he had seen expensive jewelry before and this definitely could easily be something that his mother or father would have in their drawer.

“I love it...it’s gorgeous.” The feather reminded him of your wings. “But, please don’t tell me that you wasted your money on me like this?” He was conflicted because he was grateful but he didn’t like the idea of you spending a pretty penny on him.

“Okay! Then I won’t, it could never be a waste when it comes to you because I...I love you Tenya. So much.” When he didn’t respond, you sighed and stood up and stood in between his thigh and cupped his cheeks in your hands. “Please don’t worry about it, this is something that I wanted to get you. You spoil me all the time and I wanted to spoil you, even if it was just for a bit. You deserve the work Tenya.” He looked up into your eyes as you ran your a hand through his damp hair. “You’ve had so much on your shoulders. Taking Ingenium’s name for yourself, trying to live up to Tensei’s name, being class rep...you don’t give yourself enough credit. You deserve being spoiled, you deserve being loved...” you leaned down and pressed your forehead against his. “You deserve to feel special. You are so powerful sweetheart, I’m proud of you. That may not mean much but-“ you were cut off when he pressed his lips to yours. His hands gripping your hips as you smiled into the kiss.

“I love you too darling, very much.” You nuzzled your nose against his.

“Now let’s get to bed! I’m exhausted.” He chuckled, laying in bed and pulling you to lay on his chest to not apply uncomfortable pressure to your wings. He wound his arms tightly around you as you snuggled into his warmth.

“Happy birthday tenya...” you lazily placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“A very happy one indeed, I’ve got the best gift right here in my arms.” His grin was slightly lopsided as he blindly pressed kisses all over your face. “Now go to sleep, you’ve had a long week.” He muttered as he closed his eyes and snuggling closer to you. His warmth made your eyes finally shut, a small sigh leaving your lips as he ran a hand through your hair and lightly ran his fingers across your scalp. You finally gave into the pull of deep sleep.

His wish was granted. You were in his arms and that’s all that could matter to him.

#tenya iida x reader #iida x reader #happy birthday Iida #hehehe my fav class rep

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jasmehraj · 4 years ago

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Batboys and Marinette

Meeting Tim next.

My long time rival, the person I hate but still love is back. My elder sister was gone for a week and now she's back. Ughhhh.

Lets not gush about that.

This is the new chapter . I was so invested in writing it I just forgot to write the other book. Nevermind.

Enjoy:)

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When they landed, Penny woke her up,"Five minutes more."She groaned.

Penny giggled."If I gave you five more minutes the plane is going to fly away with you."

She opened one eye and saw Penny sitting beside her. A few words moved through her mind as she took in the location she was in 'Plane' 'Penny' 'Gotham' and 'SHIT'. She stood up quickly, embarrassed. Her cheeks had turned red. Oh God. She halfheartedly glared at Penny who just giggled and they both exited the plane together with Jagged and Fang of course. Many scents filled her nose. They were all so sad, angry or unhappy. If there was any of them which was happy, she couldn't make it out. They went towards a big and fancy (classical rock-n-roll) car. She shook her head fondly. They got inside the car.

They reached the hotel 'Wayne hotel'. She will ask her uncle what this Wayne is later. They walk in. Her hand itched to draw something. She had seen 5 star hotels before. But this is different, more Gothic styled. Jagged talked to the receptionist and then they all went inside. They went inside the elevator to all the way up to the 11th floor. Seriously why does their room have to be so far anyway? When they reached their room, she immediately pulled out her sketchbook and jolted down the ideas.

"About your school Marinette. You will attend Gotham Academy. Tomorrow is your first day-"Penny cut Jagged mid-sentence."We understand it will be a lot of pressure for you to handle. So, I think you can skip tomorrow."

"No Penny I am going to be fine."Penny smiled,"You know you can tell us if you want something okay?"

"Yes Aunt Penny."Marinette giggled.

"The next room is ours. You can come if you have any nightmares."

"Penny!"

Then they left her room. She decided to take a nap. When she woke up it was afternoon. Not wanting to go downstairs. She called room service. She ate her lunch and opened her website. 'Might as well do some work.' She scrolled down the requests to find a commission request from Timothy Drake, Co-ceo of Wayne enterprises.'What is this Wayne?'

She knocked on Penny and Jagged's door. Penny opened the door and let her in.

"What do you need Marinette?"Penny asked smiling.

"Actually I wanted to ask What is Wayne?"This caught the attention of Jagged.

"Waynes are the richest family of Gotham Marinette."Jagged said.

Marinette's eyes widened,"I just got a commission request from the Co-CEO of Wayne enterprises.

"Congratulations Marinette."Penny said clapping her hands together.

"But How am I going to do this? What if he didn't like my designs? What if I-"

Penny effectively cut her off by putting a finger on her lips.

"This is not rock-n-roll Marinette. Don't underestimate yourself. You are the most rock-n-roll designer and you are my niece."

"Jagged is right Marinette. Have faith in yourself. I've heard that the Co-CEO is your age too. You just need to act normal. You can gain a new friend."

"Thank you Penny,Jagged."

"You're welcome Marinette."

She went to her room almost bouncing on her toes. She quickly replied to Timothy Drake.

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To: Timothy Drake

From : MDC Designs

Monsieur Timothy Drake, I have seen your commission request. I am currently in Gotham. So we can meet up. Give me the time and place. There we can discuss about your commission and all other details. I hope we meet soon.

MDC.

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She looked at the time. 'I can read everything about Gotham. I can't go out without precautions.' The ting of her phone startled her. It was a message from Timothy.

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To: MDC

From: Timothy Drake

Thank you very much for choosing me. I am a very big fan of your work. I have seen every single cloth you have made for Jagged Stone. I love your work. You somehow personalize your designs and even manage to put your own touch in it. Commissioning you is like a dream come true. I am very excited. My brothers are going to be so jealous. Yes we can meet up today or tomorrow whenever you want. I can come right now. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.

We can meet up tomorrow at 'Not poisoned cafe' at 4 pm if that's okay with you.I am looking forward to meet you. This is my number if you want any change in it. xxxxxx-xxxx.

Timothy Drake.

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Marinette giggled he looks very excited to meet her. She looked at the clock 2:45 pm. She could meet with him right now. She hasn't been out since they landed. She knocked at Jagged and Penny's door. This time Jagged was the one who opened the door."Yes, Marinette?"

"Can I meet up with him now? I mean I am getting bored inside anyway."

Penny came and said,"Gotham is dangerous city Marinette. We can't let you go alone."

Marinette hummed and said,"I can ask him to come here, then you can meet him too."

"Of course, we can manage that."Penny also nodded.

She went to her room and called the number.

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"Hello is this Timothy Drake."

"Yes this is Timothy Drake. May I have your name."

"I am MDC from MDC designs-" There was a sound on the other side that sounded like a mug hitting the floor.

"Oh MDC, I-I am sorry." Marinette Giggled at that.

"Its okay, Monsieur Drake. I am calling you to say that I am free. We can meet up in an hour but can you come pick me up. My uncle and Aunt doesn't want to let me go alone. And we just landed about 12 hours ago. Only if that's okay for you."

"Of course. I can come pick you up at 4 just tell me which hotel you are staying at?"

"Umm, Wayne Hotel. So see you in an hour."

"Goodbye."

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She stood up, stretched and started to get ready. She chose a black tank top and shorts. She pulled her hair in pigtails and wore black shoes. Then she readied everything.

Measuring tape, check

Cookies for Tikki, check

My Phone, check

After checking everything, she checked the time and took sunglasses. She doesn't want anyone to see her face. Maybe she can tell him to not call me MDC. She knocked on the next door.

"Come in."She went in.

"Jagged, Penny, he is going to be here in 5 minutes. Should I tell him my name or not?"Jagged wanted to say something, but Penny beat him to it.

"That's up to you, Marinette."Penny said whilst typing on computer.

"Okay Uncle Jagged. I think if I felt comfortable, I am going to tell him."

She took the elevators and went down. Just as she exited a boy about her age in a suit walked to the receptionist.

"I am sorry Mr. Drake but I don't know whose name is MDC."The boy looked very confused.

She walked to him and tapped his shoulder,"Are you Monsieur Drake?"

He said,"I almost panicked that I heard the hotel name wrong."

She giggled."My identity is a secret. Let's go meet Uncle and Aunty."

"Okay."He said. She grabbed his hand gently and smiled at him. His scent was very sweet like coffee? and he was an Alpha. She then led him to the elevator. If she had turned to see him, she would have seen the blush on his face as he looked at their interlocked hands.

When they reached the door she knocked on it. A muffled come in was heard. She opened the door and led him inside. He froze. Her uncle and aunty were Jagged stone and Penny rolling? He can tell that they were real when he saw a very familiar crocodile coming to him and sniffing him.

"Ah! you must be Timothy Drake. I am Jagged Stone." Jagged stood in front of him. His scent was very cheerful.

"I-I am T-Tim. Umm."He cleared his throat."Its an honor to meet you Mr. Stone I am a very big fan of yours."He finally managed to say.

"Hello Tim, I am Penny Rolling, his assistant."

"Its really an honor to meet you. Am I hallucinating?"The last part was muttered to himself.

"Now that you have met him and even Fang has approved. Can I go?"Marinette said.

"Of course. Take your measurements in your room and-"He turned to Tim"If you tried anything funny I will make Fang eat you."

"Yes sir."

Then they went to her room. She tossed her sunglasses aside and held out her hand,"Hello I am Marinette." He shook it,"Tim. Can I call you Nettie."

"Of course." She finally looked at him carefully. She had to admit he was very handsome and his blue eyes were beautiful. He even smelled like COFFEE! Why is he not energized though?He had deep bags under his eyes. Rarely sleeps then.

He looked at her face carefully. She had black hair and pale skin. Freckles dusted on her nose and cheek bones. Her bluebell eyes she is going to be the death of him. Who knew his favorite designer will be so beautiful?

SNEAK PEEK

They just stared into each others eyes for some time. Marinette broke first. She grabbed his arm and made him sit on her bed..........

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Hope you enjoyed. I got tired. Sorry I am not good at describing clothes.

Love,

Jasmehraj.

#Batboys x Marinette #Jasonette #Dickinette #Timinette #Daminette #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Maribat #I love Maribat #Who will get her

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#zzzero #zenless zone zero #Yanagi #Gaming #Anime Game

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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 6 Part 3

Hello, and once again, welcome to the exciting world of Midnight Striga! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!

Eda easily slipped through the crowd, one of the benefits of being a skilled pickpocket, scanning the faces around her. Her eyes brightened when she finally spotted the girl she was looking for. “Luz!” She called out, signalling the girl over. As Luz spotted Eda in turn, she grinned, sauntering over.

“Hey Eda! How’d your conversation go?” Luz asked casually, hands tucked in her pockets.

Eda gave a confident smirk, expertly holding in the awkwardness she knew was trying to peek through. “Eh, as well as it was gonna go. Still, I think me and Gwen are gonna be fine.” She replied, giving an easy shrug. Things between her and her mother may still be rough, but they now had a starting point to build something healthy. Together.

Luz gave a wistful smile. “Man, that must be nice.” She said, an almost dreamy look to her face, much to Eda’s confusion. Shaking her head, Luz cleared her thoughts. “Anyway, I got to ask something.”

“Fire away.” Eda prompted.

Luz smirked, laughing lightly. “I overheard some kids talking, do you know what this whole Moonlight Conjuring thing is?” She asked, slightly cocking her head.

“Moonlight Conjuring? Pfft! It’s some baby magic ceremony where kids hold hands and try to use the power of the moon to bring something to life.” Eda said dismissively. She had honestly forgotten that it was around that time of year for it. Ugh. She raised an eyebrow at the look of shock Luz had. “What’s with the look?”

“Are you saying that parents WILLINGLY let their kids attempt a Lunar Ritual!? Annually!?” She demanded, a wild look in her eyes.

Eda reeled back at the intensity. “Whoa, kid! You’re gonna have to explain a little. What’s the big deal, the ritual never works!” She should know, all those times she and… anway, all those times she’d tried to do it as a kid, and it never worked, not even once!

“I can think of a few reasons why if my hunch is right.” Luz dryly stated, though Eda was mostly certain that wasn’t a jab at her. This time at least. Luz grew serious. “Eda, this is big stuff. Lunar Rituals, even minor ones, are insanely powerful, and can cause all kinds of chaos!” She huffed. “Man, this job just got tougher.”

That instantly caught Eda’s attention. “What job?” She asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. If this was a trap…

Luz snorted. “That Blight girl from the Covention is holding a Conjuring for her and some of her friends, and asked me to run Bodyguard duty so that they feel safe.” She shrugged. “I mean, usually I’m the one getting PAST bodyguards, not acting as one, but it seemed like something to do, you know?”

Eda paused, mulling it over. She knew the Blights, the parents that is, and she didn’t trust either of them, not really. Al was deceptively absent-minded, but was brilliant when it came to playing the game and getting the best results for him and his, whereas Dolly was… an experience in patience testing, even by Eda’s lofty standards of weaponized annoyance. Still, if it came from the kid, it probably wasn’t a trap. “Eh, I got no problem with it.” She finally said. “Just keep your eyes peeled around her parents. Al and Dolly aren’t the kind of people you should trust. Like, at all.” She finished, voice growing grave.

Luz lightly bit her lip, softly kicking at the ground. “Yeah, I understand.” She was intimately familiar with adults of those types. Eyes brightening, she added, “But hey, it’s still a party, right? I bet I can sneak out some snacks for you, King and Hooty after I’m done!” She winked, a cheeky grin on her face. Eda laughed at that. Chuckling, the two made their way home, Eda chugging the potion before she forgot about it again. When they got back, they encountered the honestly hilarious sight of King tied up to a pole over a pile of leaves, Hooty reading off a list of charges before a court of stuffed animals. After they finished laughing, and King stopped screaming in embarrassment, the group went inside, gathering supplies.

“I don’t care what you say, I AM GOING WITH YOU TO THE NIGHT MARKET!!” King shouted, stomping his foot. It almost looked bratty, were it not for the fact he was also stuffing supplies into a fanny pack from Eda’s junk piles. For all his attitude, he was serious about going with her.

“Ugh! Fine, fine! Just settle down already!” Eda groaned, relenting to his (annoying) insistence. She looked sideways at Luz’s chuckle. “Oh, like you’d be able to stand up to him when he’s like this, either!” She retorted.

Luz snorted. “Aw heck no! I am well aware when to fold’em, but that’s not gonna stop me from finding this hilarious!” She laughed, her stuff packed and ready for the trip. She calmed down, focusing. “But for real, this should be a good way to relax, you know?” She said, a soft smile on her face, one that Kind and Eda returned. A sharp knocking sounded at the door. “Coming!” Luz called out. As she walked up to the door, she was unsurprised to see Willow and Gus standing before her, wearing a mix of formal and casual clothing. What did surprise her, however, was their expressions. Willow had a look of stoic control, as if she was about to do something she really didn’t want to, but was resigned to it. Gus seemed to be oscillating between barely contained panic, and unfettered excitement.

“Uuuhh… you guys okay?” Luz hesitantly asked. She knew that they didn’t have the best history with Blight, but wasn’t this reaction a little much?

“Who, us!? Yeah! Totally fine! Definitely not panicking over going to the most popular girl in school’s Conjuring after she sent us a message over Penstagram and are totally freaking out over the idea of it being a horrible, awful, evil prank to humiliate and degrade us!! Nope, we are totally fine!” Gus rambled, eyes flicking around the area, visibly sweating. Luz cocked an eyebrow.

“Let’s just get this over with, can we?” Willow stoically stated, already moving to leave, and motioning for them to follow. Gus quickly followed suit. With a shrug, Luz gave one last wave goodbye to Eda and King, and followed them.

“The guard I acquired to supervise the safety of myself and my guests for the conjuring, along with the first of my guests, will be arriving shortly.” Amity informed her parents. Alador was still working on his latest Abomination experiment, almost obsessed with it ever since he had examined Willow’s from the incident as Amity thought of it. Her mother, Odalia, was frantically pacing, sipping at a cup of tea to try and settle her nerves. Amity admittedly derived some level of almost sadistic enjoyment from her mother’s current discomfort. For reasons unknown, Odalia had been in something of a tizzy all day, her normal paranoia kicked up a few notches.

“I don’t like it!” Odalia announced, stopping in front of Amity. “This entire venture is far too risky, with too little benefit! While a boost to public morale and that of the social links you’ve formed would most definitely be beneficial, we have no idea if those Oroboros Cravens would attempt to attack us! We ARE the Boiling Isles premiere source of Home Security equipment, after all!” She turned to Alador. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“I believe so.” Alador added his absent-minded consideration to the conversation. “If I recall correctly, the guests should all be currently in transit, and if Amity’s preparations are accurate, our first two guests and her mysterious guard should be arriving at any moment.” He concluded, never once glancing up from the Abomination before him, his arms buried deep in its inner workings.

“Curses!” Odalia bit out, glancing at the clock in frustration. Ultimately, she sighed. “Ugh, very well, I suppose this nonsensical event can continue.” Amity tacitly held her tongue on the fact that Odalia was the one who regularly encouraged her to hold them at all.

“Thank you, mother.” Amity said diplomatically. The doorbell screamed, signalling someone’s arrival. “I believe that would be my guard and two of the guests. Would you like to accompany me in greeting them?” She asked, internally begging for her mother not to, to make up some bull excuse about it being beneath her, that she had work to do, anything!

“Hmm, very well, I suppose.” Odalia replied, dashing Amity’s hopes. As the two walked toward the door, she once again internally begged, pleaded, for her mother not to make a scene, to just accept Amity’s decisions. Surprisingly, her hopes were answered! ...Though, the reason was in itself rather chilling.

Outside the door stood three figures, Willow, Augustus, and Luz, all ready for the night to begin. Seeing who was at the door, Amity expected a few different reactions from her mother: Shouting, summoning Abominations, derogatory remarks, and a few others. What she got was, in itself, surprising. A wide, intimately familiar smile appeared across Odalia’s face, the look she got when she made a highly advantageous deal. “Welcome, honored guests!” Odalia cried, ushering the bewildered group inside. “It is my pleasure, as Matriarch of the Blight Family, to welcome you to our humble home for my darling daughter’s Moonlight Conjuring!” Humble, right. Amity felt like scoffing at her mother’s hammy antics, but held her tongue, both to maintain her image, and to see why her mother was reacting as anticipated.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to be here, Miss Blight.” Luz cordially stated, a neutral look on her face.

“Oh, call me Odalia dear! You played quite the role in protecting my darling Mittens from harm!” She all but gushed, ruffling Amity’s hair, much to her frustration. She could see the three silently mouthing her nickname. Oh no. Odalia’s eyes sharpened, focusing on Luz’s face. “Judging by your presence here, I believe it’s safe to assume you are the guard my daughter acquired, is it not?”

“Uh, yeah.” Luz nodded, a little baffled at Odalia’s antics at the moment. “Pardon my confusion, but you are taking me being here a lot better than I expected.”

“Hmm? Oh, you mean about your association with those ruffians, don’t you?” Odalia rhetorically stated, chuckling lightly. “My dear, you swore an Unbreakable Vow on a live broadcast, someone would have to be a fool to find you suspect after that, you even pledged to fight against Oroboros while under it for Titan’s sake! No, you being here eliminates most of my worries about how this night will turn out.” She said, a pleased look on her face.

“Oh! Well, thank you, ma’am.” Luz said, a faint blush on her face at the praise. Amity resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow. While that was certainly a revelation as to her mother’s motives, in part, it still didn’t answer the biggest question as to why she hasn’t blown her top.

“And who might you be?” Odalia cordially stated, turning to Augustus.

“OH, uh, Augustus Porter, Miss Odalia Blight, Ma’am!! I’m in the same year as your daughter, in the Illusion Track at Hexside!” He quickly stated, standing stock still in nervousness. Amity almost face-palmed at his antics. “Most people call me Gus.” He rapidly added.

“Hmm, Gus Porter, son of Perry Porter, conductor of the interview and one of the Boiling Isles most acclaimed reporters, holding a great deal of public sway due to his accuracy, honesty, and minimal bias in his field.” Odalia rattled off, as if by memory. Amity assumed it was, as her mother did enjoy memorizing details of people with influence, even if only peripherally, like Mr. Porter. “Going by your age, I find it intriguing that you’re in the same year as my daughter. Did you skip a grade?” She mused.

“Uh, two actually.” Gus said, bashfully rubbing his shoulder.

“Well, well, well! Aren’t you the accomplished little intellectual!” She said enthusiastically. “My boy, if you ever desire, I believe I could find you quite a lucrative position at Blight Industries upon your graduation.” She said, pulling out one of her business cards, handing it to the now star-struck boy.

“Oh, wow! Uh, thank you?” He said, both excited and confused at the offer, tucking the card into his pocket.

“Oh, think nothing of it.” Odalia dismissed, turning to Willow, an assessing look in her eyes. “And you?”

“Willow Park, ma’am.” Willow said, her face a careful mask of iron-clad politeness.

“Willow Park, recent transfer to Hexside’s Plant Track, considered their rising star, and possessing a level of power and skill typically found only in adults.” Odalia once again rattled off, a calculating look in her eyes. “Miss Park, I daresay I owe you an apology for my daughter’s conduct.” Amity and Willow both went very still at that, certain theories sliding into place in both their minds.

“While I am unaware as to why, exactly, my daughter felt the need to distract herself with something as gauche as bullying of all things, I am pleased to inform you that she was appropriately reprimanded for her conduct.” Odalia continued, blissfully unaware of the thoughts raging through the minds of the two involved. “If you ever feel the need for further discussion on this topic, or if my daughter slips back into such… unsavory habits, feel free to contact me. But for the moment, I must bid the three of you farewell.” And with that, she turned on her heel, swiftly making her way back to her husband, hoping he was either finished… or hadn’t killed himself.

Amity felt sick. Her mind could only find one simple conclusion as to why, exactly, that had occurred, and by the look of mixed disgust and near-volcanic rage on Willow’s face, she had reached it as well. “She didn’t even remember me.” Willow breathed out, burning heat coloring her voice. “She didn’t even know who I was!”

Unbeknownst to the group, a figure was watching from the shadows outside, a group arrayed protectively around her. “I never expected to see you here, LuLu.” A childish voice giggled, a small pointed object glinting in their hands.

#the owl house #fairy tail #owl house au #fairy tail au #owl house crossover #fairy tail crossover #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #king the owl house #hooty the owl house #odalia blight #alador blight #amity blight #willow park #gus porter #magic

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TDDUP 21

"Til Death Do Us Part"

Rated M for smut.

Immortal/Reincarnation AU.

Summary: There are immortals and there are those who reincarnate, but it's best to keep these things hidden. Lucy is attending college and meets Natsu, a mischievous boy with pink hair, a devilish smile, and a body that never ages.

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Chapter 21

Excited

"Good morning, Lu-chan!" Levy greeted as she entered the classroom while Jellal tipped his head forward in his normal, silent acknowledgement.

"Good morning, guys," Lucy replied, taking her seat. She couldn't even pull out her writing journal before Levy began to bombard her with questions, all of them pertaining to her relationship with Natsu.

"How are you and Natsu? Did you do anything fun last night?"

"You really don't have to ask that every time we see each other, you know? We're good. In fact, we're better than good!" Lucy's cheeks tinged pink as she confessed, "We told each other that we love each other last night!"

"Really!?" Levy squealed, oblivious to the curious glances she received from their puzzled classmates. "Everyone knew you guys felt that way, but it's nice to know you guys are aware of it now too!"

Lucy nodded in agreement. She glanced past Levy at Jellal, who was listening with a pleasant smile on his face. What she was going to say next was embarrassing with the boy there, but she really had to get it out of her and at least his quiet demeanor made it a little better.

"We finally had one of those deep kisses like in the movies," she said, her voice lowered so that nobody else in their class could hear her.

Levy's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really? How was it?"

"Amazing," Lucy said, followed by a dreamy sigh. "We were a little confused at first since we hadn't done it before, but we picked it up quickly. And… I think we're going to take it even further soon." She watched the pair's eyes grow, a blush slowly appearing on their faces.

"Like… All the way?" Levy whispered, turning her head to make sure nobody else was listening.

Lucy nodded frantically. She covered her face with her hands, peeking between her fingers to look at the two. "Does that make me a bad person?"

"Why would that make you a bad person?"

"Well, we are moving pretty fast…"

"Are you asking me if it'll make you a slut? Because first off, it wouldn't. And second of all, who cares if it did? As long as you're both happy, who cares what anybody else thinks?"

"I agree with Levy," Jellal chimed in. "Every relationship moves at its own pace."

"Right. Gajeel and I had sex before we even got together." Usually she would be too embarrassed to talk about her sex life, but her friend needed help.

"As did Erza and I."

"And Gray and Juvia had sex months after getting together. We're all different. You just need to focus on your relationship, not what other people think," Levy said.

"You're right," Lucy agreed, nodding her head. "Who knows, maybe Natsu doesn't even want to do that sort of stuff yet anyways. I was just assuming based on how fast we took everything else."

"But you want to?" the blue-headed girl questioned, wiggling her eyebrows skillfully.

Lucy flushed, averting her gaze. "W-Well yeah. I can't help it!"

"I know, I know. I'm just teasing you, Lu-chan! When you do, just make sure you tell me so we can talk all about it!"

Lucy snorted, rolling her eyes. Her voice was laced with sarcasm as she replied, "Yeah, I'll make sure to call you right away."

"Good. Anyways, what are you doing on December 1st?"

"I'm not sure yet. Why?"

"Right before you got here, Jellal and I were talking about how to spend his birthday, which is on December 1st. It won't be during break, so try to make sure you're free!"

"Oh, that's awesome!" Lucy gushed, glancing at Jellal. "You'll be turning twenty-two, right?"

"That's correct," the boy answered. "Give or take a few decades."

"What are you planning for it?"

"Nothing much," Jellal said with a shrug. "Just spending the day at Fairy Tail."

"Erza was going to plan a surprise party," Levy informed her. "But every year, Jellal always manages to find out about it. He already found out about Erza's plans before she could even make reservations."

Lucy pictured an angry Erza having her plans for a surprise party foiled. Sweat dripped down her forehead. "She must get angry."

"Oh, she does. Trust me, it's not pretty. After Jellal busted her, she decided to let him choose what we do."

"Well now that you guys have me, we'll make sure to surprise you next year, Jellal!"

"I am looking forward to it," he replied.

Before she could reply, Capricorn entered the room, signaling the start of class. The class fell quiet, not out of fear of their professor like students did with Aquarius, but out of respect towards him. He had an aura about him that made everyone respect him and give him their full attention.

"Good morning, class," Capricorn greeted, pulling out the class materials for the day. "As you know, the quarter is coming to an end soon, which means finals are approaching. Instead of giving a test, I will be giving a final project. All of you must write your own stories. Ten chapters, five thousand words each."

"Is there a prompt?" some student in the back asked.

"No. There are no rules to the genre or rating, you have complete freedom of that. However, I am looking for a sense of difficulty. I want all of you to really challenge yourselves with this assignment. Whether it is a complicated timeline, a subject you've never breached, anything that I know is out of your comfort zone. And of course, I expect perfect grammar. No plot holes, please."

Lucy grinned, her head already coming up with different ideas. She was going to knock this assignment out of the park.

Once class was dismissed, Lucy shoved her things into her bag, heading out the door beside her friends. As usual, Natsu was waiting for her outside of the room, his lips stretching into a grin the moment he saw her.

"Yo, Luce!" he greeted with a wave.

"Hi, Natsu," she replied. Turning to Levy and Jellal, she said, "I'll see you guys next time in class."

The two waved goodbye before heading towards their next class, their steps hastened out of fear of having a marker chucked at them courtesy of Aquarius if they were late.

Reaching their class, they took their seats in the back by Gray, who greeted Lucy with a nod of his head.

"Hey, Lucy," the boy said.

"Hi, Gray! Finals are coming up. You ready?"

"Guess so. I'm pretty good in all my subjects this quarter so I should be fine. What about you?"

Lucy shrugged. "I'm feeling pretty confident. Though, I should take some extra time to study for Chemistry."

"Want me to help you? I can come over later and we can go over the review packet."

Natsu's lips curled downwards into an annoyed frown. Even though he trusted the two of them, the thought of them alone in Lucy's apartment still irked him. And why did she need tutoring anyways? It wasn't like she had bad grades.

"Don't you have an A in that class?" Natsu asked her.

"A minus," the girl answered. "Which is still amazing, don't get me wrong. But if I can try to do better, why not?"

"Then I'll tutor you!" Natsu suggested, pointing to himself with a wide grin. "I'm awesome at science!"

Lucy nodded, remembering Erza telling her that before. "Alright then. But no goofing off!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

As class ended, Lucy and Natsu packed their things before heading out. Gray walked with them until their paths split, the couple heading towards Lucy's apartment while he went to Fairy Tail.

They reached her apartment quickly, dropping their bags on the couch. Shivers ran up and down Lucy's body as she hugged herself. It was colder inside than it was outside! Checking the thermostat, the girl turned the dial up and waited for the room to heat up.

"I think your heater is broken," Natsu stated. "Usually it makes a humming noise when it's on."

"Oh no!" Lucy cried, hugging herself even tighter. Her teeth chattered as another shiver ran up her spine. "I hate the cold!"

"Luce, I hate to break it to ya, but you don't exactly dress for the weather."

The girl looked down at herself. She was adorned in a thin, tight fitting shirt and a black skirt in the middle of winter. "Alright, I guess you have a point."

Natsu nodded, his gaze falling from her eyes down to her chest. Thanks to the cold temperature and the thinness of her shirt, he could easily make out her nipples, which were growing erect underneath the fabric. His tongue slid over his lips.

"I'm going to change into warmer clothes really quick," Lucy said, snapping his attention back to her face. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," he replied, taking one last glance at her chest while he could still see the hardened peaks underneath her shirt. He wished he could see them without the shirt.

One Lucy returned, this time dressed in fluffy pajama pants and one of his sweatshirts- he had tried to take it back before but she had apparently called dibs on it- she unzipped her bag and grabbed her school stuff. "Alright, let's start!"

Natsu caught her hand. "Wait! Shouldn't we eat first? I'm starving!"

She rolled her eyes. Her stomach then decided to betray her by grumbling loud. "Fine. But after that we're studying!"

"Of course!"

Natsu followed Lucy into the kitchen, watching as she bent over to pick up a plastic container from a cupboard. His eyes glazed over her shapely rear. Even in her pajama pants, her curves were apparent. He swallowed thickly, his heart beating faster in excitement. His fingers itched out to drag along her curves and to rip away the fabric that covered her skin.

But as Lucy turned back around to face him, he forced a nonchalant expression to his face and tore his eyes away from her bum. He watched as she filled the container with some strawberries and grabbed a can of whipped cream.

"I want to finish these before they go bad," she explained, leading the way back to the couch.

They sat in a content silence as they munched on the fruit. Lucy sprayed some of the whipped cream next to the strawberries. Natsu watched as she grabbed a strawberry, dunked it in cream, and plopped it on her mouth.

A tingling sensation erupted between his legs as he watched Lucy stick her finger into her mouth and suck on some of the white cream that touched her skin.

Lucy glanced towards Natsu. She arched a brow. His face was pale and dotted with sweat as he stared back at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"N-Nothing," he choked out in reply. "A-Anyways, ready to study?"

She gave him a puzzled look. "I didn't think you'd be so quick to want to study. I thought you were starving."

"…I think I might be hungry for something else."

"Did you want me to make you something?"

"No, no! Let's just study, alright?"

Lucy shrugged, pushing away the strawberries and grabbing her binder for Chemistry. Pulling out a review packet full of things that were going to be on the test, she handed it over to Natsu for him to skim it over.

"Are you familiar with this kind of stuff?" she asked.

Natsu didn't even need to flip through the packet to know that he knew everything. Being an immortal and having to retake classes came in handy sometimes. That, and he'd always been good at science thanks to his interest in pyrotechnics. Before he found out he was an immortal, he wanted to explore it as a career. But just like it did with everything else, immortality took that dream away from him.

"Yeah, I'm familiar with it," Natsu finally answered.

Lucy studied him, noticing the strange gleam in his eyes. He wore a smile on his face, but there wasn't an ounce of happiness in it. It was empty.

"…Okay," Lucy said, not knowing what else to say. It was clear that he was upset, but she didn't have a clue as to why. Instead of pressuring him to talk about it, she was going to wait patiently for him to open up to her. "So, why don't we start? I'll answer the questions and you can correct me if I'm wrong."

"Sounds good," Natsu replied, leaning back with a grin.

Lucy began to answer all of the questions. The first section was memorization of the periodic table, which she had mastered. The next was formulas, which was a bit more challenging. She went through the packet, taking over half an hour to finish before handing it over to Natsu.

She watched as he skimmed through her answers, circling those that were wrong- which weren't much, thankfully. Her eyes traveled from the red pen in his hand up to his arms. They were tan, and even though his muscles weren't flexed at the moment, she could still admire the toned shape of them.

Lucy swallowed thickly, the area between her thighs starting to tingle. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as she continued to ogle him, which went unnoticed by the boy.

Natsu corrected the last page before closing the packet and handing it back to Lucy. He arched a brow, noticing the pink hue of her cheeks.

"You good?" he asked.

Lucy snapped out her trance. Her voice was squeaky as she answered, "Yep! All good! Let's go over this!"

As they went through the packet together, Natsu explained why Lucy got certain problems wrong. They went through step-by-step to reach the correct solution, though Lucy's mind was elsewhere.

Drool was practically dripping down her chin as she stared at Natsu again. This time, her eyes were glued to his abs, which were exposed due to his strange choice of clothes. Seriously, how did he of all people manage to have abs that were chiseled by the gods? The boy ate like a beast! And sure, he worked out more than she did, but not enough to excuse his deranged appetite!

"Did you get that?" she heard Natsu's voice call out to her.

Snapping her gaze up to meet his, she nodded. "Yep. Got it." However, every word fell on deaf ears. She really should have studied with Gray instead. She would have actually been studying with him rather than imagining all the places she could kiss him. "Note to self, never try to study with your boyfriend."

Natsu cocked his head to the side as he studied Lucy. The girl was weird. This he had known since the day he met her. But she was acting even stranger than usual.

"Are you sick or something?" Natsu asked.

Lucy shook her head. "Why would I be sick?"

"Because your face is all red and you seem pretty out of it."

"Oh! Maybe I am sick then!"

Natsu squinted his eyes at the girl. She'd always been a terrible liar. "No you aren't. What's goin' on, Lucy? Why're you acting weirder than normal?"

"I'm not!"

"Luuucy! Just tell me already!"

The girl looked away, the pink in her cheeks turning to a deep red. "A-Alright, fine. I guess…" Feeling embarrassed, she mumbled, "I want a kiss."

"What?"

"I want a kiss! Okay?"

Natsu's cheeks puffed out as he stifled a laugh. "That's it? That's why you've been actin' weird?"

"Shut up," Lucy replied, crossing her arms.

"Come here," Natsu said with a grin. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her closer to him and crashed his lips upon hers, leaving her breathless. Her hand went limp in his hold as their lips washed together in perfect harmony.

Feeling braver now, Lucy moved herself onto his lap, all the while keeping her lips on his. She straddled him, tilting her head to the side as she deepened the kiss. His body was warm against hers. Hard, too.

Caught in the moment, Lucy wrapped her arms around Natsu's neck and pulled him closer to her. With newfound curiosity, the girl slid her tongue against his lips, asking for permission to be let in. She felt him tense against her, probably unsure as to what to do, but he got the hint and let his mouth part for her tongue to enter.

Their tongues found each other instantly, washing against the other fervently. His mouth was warm, just like the rest of him. She took her time exploring every inch of his mouth while he did the same to her.

His mouth wasn't all she wanted to explore, and in that moment of sharing passionate kisses, Lucy found herself drowning in all of Natsu. Her hands traveled from his hair down to his abs, tracing over the indentations of each one, down to the hem of his pants. She felt his body grow rigid against her. She stopped and pulled away, her face red with heat.

"I'm sorry," she breathed out. She found herself panting after all of that.

"It's okay," Natsu replied. His cheeks were just as red as hers. He felt his body tingle, a sign that he was about to grow hard if pushed any further.

"I guess I got ahead of myself."

"I-I don't mind if you don't."

Lucy's eyes darted towards his. "You don't?"

He shook his head quickly. "Nope. If anything, I've been dying to do this."

"…So, I can keep going?"

He nodded, his blush deepening. He hoped he didn't come off as desperate, but in truth, he was desperate for her touch. Only hers. "Yeah, but only if you want to."

"Okay then," Lucy replied. "H-How far?"

Natsu swallowed thickly. "As far as you want."

Lucy nodded, her eyes darting towards his lips. Knowing that he was on the same page as her, she leaned forward and planted her lips over his once again. She waited for them to find their rhythm before she allowed her hands to travel down to his abs again. She loved the feel of his warm skin against her fingertips.

Lucy cocked her head to the side as Natsu's lips washed over her neck, sucking on the flesh. His sharp teeth lightly dragged over her skin. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth parting as she took in the pleasure that racked her body just from those simple kisses.

They were magical. They were addictive. They were everything she needed.

She grabbed Natsu's coat and slid it off his shoulders. Her hands glazed over his biceps, squeezing the muscle beneath her fingers. She went to move her hands and explore more of him when she felt something hard beneath her.

Lucy pulled away from him, her cheeks set ablaze.

"Is that…" she began.

Horror etched Natsu's features as he glanced away, embarrassed. "Y-Yeah. I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back anymore."

Lucy grabbed his cheeks and forced him to face her before crashing her lips against his.

"Don't be sorry," she said, her voice low and sultry. Lust pooled her brown orbs. "And you don't have to hold back."

Natsu nodded slowly, the gleam in Lucy's eyes putting him in a trance. He brushed some golden strands out of her face, cupping her cheek before pulling her in for another kiss. No longer ashamed of his body's natural reaction, he allowed himself to fall back in the direction they were previously headed in.

Since Lucy had helped herself to feeling his body, he decided to do the same. His fingers grazed her shoulders, tracing gently down to her breasts. He felt her release a shaky breath against his lips as he dragged a finger over one of the mounds, right over her nipple. Even underneath the thick sweater, he could feel the hardened nub.

His teeth gnawed on her lower lip as he squeezed her breasts in his hands. He'd been dying to do that for so long, and it was everything he dreamed of and more. Even though he kept his hands strictly above fabric- he wouldn't delve beneath until he knew Lucy was okay with it- his heart began to thump wildly nonetheless.

Electricity shot through his body, coursing through his veins as Lucy melted into his touch. A soft exhale slipped past her lips, her head hanging back. Natsu squeezed them harder, smoothing his thumb over her peaks as he did.

Lucy couldn't take it anymore. Her brain felt like it was short-circuiting. All she knew was she wanted more. Grabbing his hand, she led it to the hem of her sweater and dragged it beneath the fabric, against her skin up to her bare breast.

Natsu swallowed thickly, his cock twitching in excitement as his hands massaged Lucy's breasts. They were warm in his hands, larger than he expected as they spilled past his fingers. He knew they were big, but he didn't know how big they were until he held them.

As he smoothed his thumb over her nipple, he clenched his jaw as Lucy grinded against him. The friction between them was amazing, and he wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and feel her flesh against his.

He was about to kiss the shell of her ear when her phone suddenly started playing its chime, loud enough to startle them both. They pulled away from each other, their faces flushed and dotted with sweat. Their eyes were half-lidded.

Lucy nearly cursed as she sent her phone a deadly glare. It hadn't stopped ringing yet, and she was about to give whoever was calling an earful for interrupting them.

"You should go check it," Natsu said, holding his hands up in surrender when she turned her glare onto him. "Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoyin' this too, but it could be important." His eyes lingered on her chest. "We could always finish this after."

Lucy sighed, knowing he was right. Getting off of him, she let her gaze land on his lap to study the bulge within his pants. A proud smirk appeared on her face, happy that she was able to have such an effect on him.

Heading over to the dining table to grab her phone, she picked it up and turned it over to look at the screen. Her eyes went wide, her jaw dropping on its hinges as she found it wasn't someone calling. It was a reminder.

A frown graced her lips as she clutched her phone tightly to her chest.

"That's right. It's about that time."

Releasing a shaky breath, the girl placed her phone back on the table.

"Lucy? Are you okay?" she heard Natsu call out to her.

Facing him, she feigned a smile. He was going to have to find out about this sooner or later. Might as well tell him now.

"Yeah, it wasn't a call," she told him. "It was a reminder."

"A reminder for what?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as he raised a brow at her.

"For a trip I'm taking," Lucy answered, rubbing the back of her head with a chuckle.

"A trip? Where are you going?" A frown spread over the boy's face as he got up from the couch to stand by her. "Is everything okay, Lucy?"

"Yeah! Everything is fine! I just need to go home for a few days."

"Oh, for your dad? I thought that was during the break."

"It is. This is a different trip."

"What's it for?"

Lucy averted her gaze. In truth, her first parents' anniversary was coming up, and she made sure to set out to visit their graves at least once during their anniversary every life time. But it wasn't like she could tell Natsu that. She already made it clear she hated her father of this life.

"I'm visiting my mom's grave," she finally said, still unable to meet his gaze. "The anniversary of her death is coming up." It wasn't a complete lie. She was going to see her mother's grave for her anniversary, just not that one.

Natsu eyed her for a moment before shaking his head. Lucy was never a good liar, even now. He could read her like an open book. His gaze was hard as he stared at her. "Lucy, I promised not to lie to you anymore. You need to do the same for me. You don't have to tell me what it is you're doing, but you don't have to lie to me either."

Lucy sighed, guiltily meeting his gaze. "I know. You're right. I'm sorry that I lied to you."

"It's alright."

"I would tell you if I could. But I'm not… I'm not ready."

"That's okay," Natsu assured, ruffling her hair and giving her a grin. "If you're ever ready, you know where to find me."

"Yeah, in my apartment since you're always breaking in," Lucy replied, nudging him playfully.

"Yep! Eatin' your food while I'm at it!"

A laugh slipped past her lips. She grabbed his hands and smiled up at him. "Thank you for being so understanding."

"Don't mention it," Natsu replied, giving her hands a squeeze. "You'd do the same for me. So, when's this trip of yours?"

"Oh, I haven't booked it yet. But I'm going to try to get a flight for the second."

"Of December?"

"Yeah," Lucy answered, nodding her head. "I know Jellal's birthday is on the first, so I want to be here to celebrate, and the second is the latest I can leave since I have to be there for the third."

"It takes that long to get there?" Natsu asked.

"Well, it's an eight-hour flight from here. I'm going to the opposite side of Fiore."

"Wow. Whatever you're doin' must be important. Want me to come with you? I'll be a mess on the flight, but I can still keep you company."

"It is important. And thank you for the offer, really. But I have to go alone." Even though nobody would recognize her in her first hometown, it was still risky to bring someone else there. "I'll make sure to bring back a souvenir for you!"

Natsu frowned, still wary of her traveling alone. "Alright. Better be a good one!"

"Hey! You should just be glad I'm getting you something in the first place!"

Now that their mood from earlier was gone, Natsu glanced back at the coffee table littered with Lucy's school stuff.

"So, did you ever hear a thing I was saying earlier 'bout your review packet or were you too busy starin' at me?" Natsu teased with a smirk glued to his face.

Lucy smacked his chest, her cheeks turning pink. "Shut up! Let's just study already!"

"So you didn't listen to a single thing I said because you were starin' at me. Sheesh, get your mind outta the gutter, Lucy! I was only tryna tutor you!"

"I will kill you."

As the two sat back down on the couch, Natsu teasing Lucy with his relentless jokes, they eventually got back into studying, this time actually studying. Still, somewhere deep in their minds, they knew that their relationship was headed towards a new adventure, and both of them couldn't wait to experience it.

#fairy tail #nalu #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #ftfanfiction #tddup #til death do us part #super writes

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fanficsofmine · 6 years ago

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Wake Me Up - Chapter 3

Summertime. Young. Single. Free.

You were living your dream life. You had a great place, amazing friends and a steady job. Independent and happy and free, what more could you ask for?

You didn’t think that meeting Chanyeol at a concert or Minho on the beach would influence your life as much as they did. They weren’t supposed to, anyway.

What exactly are you to do with whirlwind romances that show up when you weren’t expecting them?

Characters: Park Chanyeol, Choi Minho, OC’s and appearances by others.

Soundtrack: Geronimo - Sheppard

Chapter 1, 2

We couldn’t stay late this time. We had added several hours to our trip home and both Presley and I had to be at work early in the morning. It was hard to say goodbye, though. Chanyeol and I linked pinkies as we walked to the car. My heart sank more and more with every step. We exchanged phone numbers on the way, and he promised to FaceTime me from the road as often as he could.

He got to the passenger side with me, but neither of us reached for the handle to open the door. I reached down and fiddled with his shirt. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to get this back to you…”

He reached down and cupped my chin, gently forcing me to make eye contact with him. “This isn’t the last time that I’m going to see you. We’ll figure something out. I promise.”

I smiled at his promise and nodded. He leaned forward and gave me another small kiss before Kihyun, from the drivers side with Presley said, “we really should let them get on the road.” We all agreed and Chanyeol finally opened my door for me. I got into the car and, after one final kiss to my forehead, he shut it.

We started driving home, and I promised to stay up with Presley as best as I could. We talked about her future with Kihyun and what they were going from here. The only answer she had for me was a shrug.

“I missed him. It was like a wave crashed on me when I saw him again, yknow?” I did know. That feeling was all too familiar for me, which is why it made me nervous.

“You don’t think you’re just forgetting the bad to focus on the good? I mean, you told me a ton of stuff he had done to you. I just don’t want bad habits to repeat just because y’all had a good weekend.”

“If they do,” she said, “then at least I got to experience the rush of being giddy again.”

“You don’t want to experience the rush of being giddy over someone new?”

“Different rushes.” Presley looked at me and smiled. “Why? New rush overwhelming you a bit.”

I was glad it was dark, because I knew that I had blushed. I cleared my throat. “Yeah. I… uh… I’m not really sure where that came from.”

“You’re the last person I ever expected to have something like that happen to you.” Presley said. “You’ve been so shut off from the idea of a relationship lately.”

Nodding, I said, “I know. After Mark…” I rolled my eyes. “But maybe that’s why this happened; because I wasn’t looking for it? Does that make sense?”

The drive was rough. Over halfway, I ended up taking over for Presley since she was struggling to keep her eyes open. We made it back to my apartment around 4 am, and both immediately crashed out. Presley made it to the couch and didn’t even wait for me to get her a change of clothes or a blanket. I was fairly certain that I had fallen asleep while walking to my room.

My alarm rang at 7:30 and I whined. I knew that I couldn’t call in. My boss had overheard me talking about my trip, so she had made a comment in passing about “making sure I show up on Monday.” I woke Presley up so she could use the second bathroom to get ready and she rummaged through my closet for work clothes to wear. After a quick shower and light make up, I trudged my way out the door in an outfit that, more than likely, wasn’t going to be considered “professional” enough. I was too exhausted to care though.

My morning conference started out as hell. The coffee I had made at the office had run out too quickly and was taking its time in letting its caffeine kick in. There was no way that everybody around me didn’t notice my eyes flutter closed once or twice. At one point, my coworker Jongdae kicked me under the desk to jolt me awake. I appreciated the gesture, but would have liked his kick to hurt less. Eventually, though, the meeting ended. My boss reiterated the importance of finishing the reports due tomorrow and I nodded as I headed off to my desk to plug headphones in and to block out everyone else.

Punching numbers and collecting data for things such as stock increases and decreases was boring enough as it was. Add in that, tomorrow, my extra quarterly report of what the budget increases would allow for pay increases, and my day felt set up for failure. I groaned to myself that I would never, ever take a trip like that again when I heard a voice over my headphones.

“Long weekend?”

I spun to see Jongdae standing there with a venti from Starbucks stretched out to me.

“I am 99 percent sure that you are my guardian angel.” I gasped as I reached out for the coffee, without even knowing what was inside of the cup. Luckily, Jongdae and I had done enough coffee runs together that he knew how to flavor my coffee for me.

“One day,” he started as he pulled a chair up next to me, “I’m going to get you something completely different, just to watch your face when you take a sip.” I laughed, but silently feared that day.

“How was the trip?” he asked. Jongdae was my one coworker I could be completely honest with. We had trained together, and he and his girlfriend, Nikki, were one of the only other couples I could tolerate being around without feeling like a third wheel.

I thought about how I was going to answer, but Jongdae said, “ahhh! What’s that smile for?!” My hand flew to cover my mouth and I realized that, just even thinking about Chanyeol had brought a grin to my lips.

Embarrassed, I shushed him before spilling the whole story. His eyes grew wide as he said, “wait, wait, wait. Miss ‘I cancel a date because a guy called me pretty so he’s obviously moving too fast’ has met her match?”

“Shut up, Dae.” I rolled my eyes. “Let’s be honest. Now that the weekend is over, I’ll probably never hear from him again.”

Saying those words out loud settled some disappointment in my chest that I didn’t dare show outwardly.

As if the universe was laughing at me, in that exact moment, my phone lit up on my desk. Chanyeol’s name flashed across the screen and my cheeks grew warm.

“Sure. Never again.” Jongdae winked at me and stood up to leave my office. I thanked him again for the coffee, then, after a quick scan to make sure my boss wasn’t around, I opened the text.

Received text: Good morning, gorgeous.

Sent text: Good morning sleeping beauty.

Received text: hey! In my world, waking up before 11 is waking up early.

Sent text: oh the life of a rock star. It must be so difficult to be you.

Received text: thank you for acknowledging my struggle.

Received text: I hope your morning hasn’t been too rough.

Sent text: I’m pretty exhausted.

Sent text: ...but it was worth it.

Received text: I’m glad to read that. What time are you off? Wanna FaceTime before my show tonight?

Sent text: sure! I’ll try to leave by 5:30.

Received text: I’ll talk to you soon then.

I laid my phone back down and got butterflies all over again. He wanted to FaceTime?! It was only one day, but he was genuinely making an effort. I started to wonder how long that would last, but I also knew that I couldn’t do that to myself. I needed to enjoy this for what it was. Whatever it was- it was nice.

Making sure I had hit send on my reports, I grabbed my bag and bolted out of the doors at exactly 5:30 pm. Jongdae told me to slow down and shouted something about leaving when he still has reports to do. I waved my phone at him and told him I would fill him in tomorrow, which didn’t lessen his whines.

Thankful I lived close, I sped home, only slowing down for red lights and the one speed trap that I knew a cop hid behind. I don’t even remember running to my apartment and unlocking the door. Desi’s voice was laced with confusion as she asked if I was okay as I sprinted past her in the kitchen to get to my room. I said, “tell you in a minute!” before shutting the door and sitting on my bed. I took a deep breath, opened my front facing camera to make myself look less disheveled, and then pulled up Chanyeol’s contact name to hit “call.”

It only rang a few times before his face filled my screen. The giddy feeling was back. He beamed at me and I couldn’t help but smile back at his infectious grin.

“She lives!” he cheered.

“Barely! I’m surprised I’m even awake right now. You should feel special that I didn’t come home from work and just pass out.”

“Well thank you for gracing me with your presence!” he teased.

We talked about my day and my job. He asked for details on the reports I had to be done, and it was nice to talk to someone so genuinely interested in learning about me. He told me about their drive from Austin to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Apparently Kihyun and Dojoon had argued about Presley and what it meant for the band since the last time, apparently there was drama.

“It’s great song writing material, isn’t it?” I joked. Subconsciously, I got worried that this would mean bad news for Pres in the future.

Chanyeol shrugged. “Not my relationship. Not my business. They tried to bring you up too but I told them that was my business, not theirs.” I felt a twinge if guilt for gushing about him to other people when he seemed to want to keep it between us, but that faded when he finally said, “I did end up telling them that I thought you were great and I couldn’t wait to get to know you better.”

His ears turned red and he bit his bottom lip, waiting for my reaction to his confession.

“Well, Chanyeol, the feeling is definitely mutual.”

Relief crossed his face and I heard Kihyun in the background calling out to him.

Chanyeol looked disappointed as he said, “I guess it’s time for our sound check. I’ll text you after the show?” I nodded and told him I would talk to him later.

The second that we hung up, Desi threw my bedroom door open.

“Who. the. hell. was. that?!” Her eyes were wide and each word was accented heavily

I buried my face in a pillow and began laughing. She sat down and I filled her in on the whole story. I told her Chanyeol was the reason we had gone to Austin and added an extra day to the trip. I showed her his shirt that I had kept. She stared at me in disbelief.

“You hate love!” she shouted at me.

“I do not!” I objected.

“Yes you do!” Collin called ou tfrom the other room.

“Hey! I didn’t receive your RSVP to this conversation!” I yelled back.

Desi laughed but said, “this is good! This is growth! You’re opening up! That’s amazing.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not getting married tomorrow. I’m just…” pausing, I realized that I had no clue what I was doing. “What the hell am I doing?!” I looked at her and she shook a finger at me.

“Don’t you dare start that! Don’t do that thing where you overthink things!”

“I’m offended at your accusation!” I swung my pillow at her.

“Give this a chance,” Desi’s voice was soft and serious. “You deserve to be happy in love again.”

Sighing, I told her she was right.

We ordered delivery and, immediately after, I passed out. I was so exhausted from not sleeping for most of the weekend that, although I wanted to wait up for Chanyeol’s text, I knew that it wasn’t going to happen.

The next morning, I woke up and, after shutting off my alarm, saw one unread message from Chanyeol on my phone.

Received text: I hope you’re sleeping well, lovely. Talk to you in the morning.

I pulled my phone close to my chest and couldn’t help the smile that crossed my lips. Maybe this was going to be a very good thing after all.

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catsundercherryblossoms · 6 years ago

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A Christmas Kiss// HFP special ❣️🎄

Summary: The 104th cadets have a little celebration… a little too much celebration.

*Note: You don’t have to read my series/fic to understand this. It can be read as a stand-alone Eren x OC imagine. For those of you who have read HFP, this takes place somewhere between chapters 2-3*

And of course, I’m late for everything, so I do apologize that its already been 3 days after Christmas... oops!

Happy reading (:

//Christmas morning//

“So… what do you want for Christmas, Jo?” Reiner asked.

We were sat at the lunchroom, in the middle of breakfast. I looked up from my porridge and raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it too late to be asking that?”

Reiner shrugged. “Eh, I can still pull some strings. Just tell me what you want.”

“Some peace of mind.” I put simply. The idea of people getting me a gift was… weird. This has got to be the first time someone proposed getting me something for a special occasion. Jean is the only person to have made such a gesture like that in the past. Usually for Christmas or Valentine’s day, he’d make me a flower crown out of random wildflowers he’d find around town. Back then we were kids and we couldn’t afford anything better. I loved each and every one he made for me, though. Then, of course, we signed up for the cadet corps, and he hasn’t done it ever since.

Point is, I don’t know how to accept kind gestures from people.

Reiner waved me off and turned to Annie. The kind of wave that hints he’s not ready to give up yet. “What about you, Annie?”

She didn’t even look at him. “For Christmas?”

“Yeah.”

“I want you to stop being a—“

BANG! The doors flew open, slamming against the walls.

“Ho, ho, ho!” A woman I’d never seen before in my life strolled in. Everyone’s eyes were on her, confused. She wore glasses, carried a large red sack over her shoulder, and walked forwards with a bounce in her step.

I didn’t know who she was. I just knew it was too early for someone to be this cheerful.

“Hello, cadets! Wow, good turnout this year. Lots of fresh faces!” She said loudly, “I’m Hanji Zoe, a squad leader in the brave and mighty Survey Corps! I’m sure you’ve heard of them.”

“We’ve heard the death rates.” Someone— probably Jean— mumbled a few tables away.

She either didn’t hear him or decided to ignore it. She continued like nothing, “Anyway, I’ll be Santa Claus this year. I’ve got hand-knitted gifts for each of you to keep you warm! But first, I’ll be introducing you to my elves!”

“Elves?” I muttered. No offense to this lady, but it doesn’t take an idiot to know this was all a publicity stunt to promote the Survey Corps and get us interested in joining them. It’s like luring a baby with candy. Except the candy is death. And babies don’t like death.

“C’mon!” She beckoned to a presence outside, which turned out to be four people. They were dressed in elf costumes, the tips of their floppy hats jingling with a shiny gold bell. What was priceless was their faces. It was blatantly obvious that they didn’t want to be here.

Snickers spread across room. I heard Jean wheezing and banging his fist on the table.

“This is Eld, Gunther, Oluo, and Petra.” The lady, Hanji, indicated to each as she said their name. She then turned to us with an exaggerated pout. “Humanity’s Strongest, also known as Corporal Levi, was supposed to be here today but I’m afraid he couldn’t show up because of unexpected paperwork—“

“He didn’t come cause he didn’t care.” Oluo interrupted dryly.

“Shhh, you sourpuss! They don’t need to know tha—“

“Hanji,” Gunther said, nodding towards us as a whole. “They’re waiting.”

“Oh, right.” She set down the red sack and opened it. “Presents!”

Hanji and her four elves went around the lunchroom giving out presents, which consisted of mittens, scarves, and sweaters. Oh and you could tell they were hand-knitted, alright. They were lumpy, deformed, and the sweaters were especially scratchy. Some thought the gesture was cute, others held their items awkwardly like they didn’t know what to do with them, and others excused themselves from the table before the elves could get to them.

Hey, I’m not one to let myself be buttered up this way, but I at least pretended to be listening while Hanji listed out the “benefits” of joining the Survey Corps. Stuff like “you’ll be fighting for humanity” and “helping create a better future”, completely skidding around the fact that you’re most likely going to die while doing it.

Needless to say, Eren was the first to put his sweater on. What a tool...

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Reiner said once I had received my sweater, wrapping his own blue scarf around his brawny neck. He obviously thought this was very funny.

“Not a chance.” I said, holding the sweater in my lap. It was three sizes too big and a blinding red, with gold accents. I’d look like a ridiculous ornament in it.

“Oh, don’t be like that. Pleeaaasee? For me? Look, Bert’s got his mittens on.”

I looked at Bert, who was currently —and nervously— trying to free a finger he had gotten caught in the stitching.

“Annie, where’s your scarf?” Reiner asked, trying to find a good example.

“I fed it to Sasha.”

“What? Sasha doesn’t eat— you know what, never mind. I wouldn’t be surprised...” Reiner shook his head, turning to me again. “C’mon Jo. Have a little Christmas spirit.”

“I think that’s asking for too much. We both sold our souls.” Annie said, giving me a subtle wink.

I looked at Reiner helplessly. “She’s not wrong.”

“Heh.” Someone scoffed behind me.

Ugh, what now? I turned around and saw none other than Eren Jaeger, looking down at me in disapproval. He folded his arms over his chest stuffily. “I can’t believe someone can be so arrogant as to not accept a gift.“

By now, Hanji and her Survey Corps elves had packed up and left unnoticed.

“Who says I’m rejecting it? I just don’t want to wear it right now.” I said irritatedly. God, he had a talent for getting on my nerves.

He wasn’t buying it. “Oh please,” he said exasperatedly, “there’s no need for charades. Just admit you and Jeanie-boy have a superiority complex.”

“Hey!” Jean perked up.

That’s it. I slammed my hands on the table, getting up. “You got a problem, Jaeger?”

“Only with stuck-up people who worship the military police!” He fired back.

I stepped closer, not fazed by the fact that he was a foot taller. “I’ll beat up your ass one more time, suicidal blockhead.”

“Is that so, egotistical midget?”

“What will it take for you to believe me?”

“I don’t know— prove it!”

“Fine!” I took the damn sweater and pulled it over my head, letting it drape down to my knees. By now the whole lunchroom was watching as I angrily stepped onto my chair to gain some height, facing him smugly, itchy and with hair all ruffled from static. “There. Happy now?”

One giggle. Two giggles. Next thing I know everyone is gushing, saying stuff like awwww and so cute! I looked around in disgust. Do they think this is amusing? What the fuck am I, some kind of baby zoo animal?

Eren just stared at me in surprise, mouth agape. Strangely enough... a blush tinted his cheeks.

Don’t tell me... ugh, not him too.

I rolled my eyes and took off the sweater, balling it up and throwing it back on the table. How embarrassing.

The doors flew open again. “Alright, you maggots!” Instructor Shadis said, “Out on the courtyard! FIFTY LAPS!”

Everyone started streaming out the door, making noises of complaint. Eren walked away without another word and I did too, heading out with Annie by my side.

“Say goodbye to people taking you seriously as a soldier.” Annie smirked.

I groaned, knowing she was right.

//Later that night//

We waited anxiously for Sasha to come back. Connie chewed his nails, probably planning out his eulogy for his friend’s funeral, which was sure to happen if she got caught.

We didn’t think it was possible, but Sasha actually managed to come up with her stupidest idea yet. This exceeded all her other stupid moments, including eating a potato in front of the Instructor’s face. The girl manages to beat her own record every day.

Sasha proposed we stay up past curfew and have a festive gathering in the girls dormitory. Oh, and steal a liquor bottle from Instructor Shadis’s office. Everyone tried to convince her to calm down, but she was dead set on us having some holiday fun, so she went ahead and left on a mission to get that liquor.

It’s been fifteen minutes since then. And here we are, already mourning.

The boys were here too. Those who were invited made the brave journey and, surprisingly, did not get caught by the Instructor’s nightly patrol. Who were they exactly? Bertholdt, Reiner, Marco, Connie, Jean, Armin, and... Eren freaking Jaeger.

I didn’t look at him and he didn’t look at me. It was better that way.

We heard footsteps and a light knock on the door. If it’s the Instructor... we’re all in deep shit. Nobody moved, nobody breathed. Mikasa carefully pushed aside the curtain and peered through the window. “She’s back.”

Connie and Krista scrambled towards the door, unlocking it and opening it wide for Sasha. The brunette walked in casually as though she had just gotten back from a midnight stroll. She smirked and raised the liquor bottle high and proud for us all to see. Several people whooped and cheered. Annie and I just shared glances. Well... at least she was safe.

Sasha popped the cork off the bottle. “Who’s up for a round of truth or dare?”

//One Hour Later//

What started out as one round turned into seven rounds. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the game. Me, not so much. Watching other people enjoy the game was good enough entertainment for me, but I refused to participate and get dared to lick the bottom of my shoe, or worse, lick somebody. So I remained comfortably nearby with Annie and Mikasa, watching people make fools of themselves, taking a swig of the raunchy liquor whenever the bottle was passed around.

“Truth or Dare, Ymir.”

“Truth.”

“Is it true you like girls?”

“... Do ya’ll hear sumthin?”

That night was the night I discovered I could handle alcohol with no problem.

It was also the night I discovered Eren is a lightweight.

“My turn,” He hiccuped. “Truth or dare.”

“No, Eren. We ask you truth or dare.”

“Oh yeah.”

Eventually, we moved on to a game of spin the bottle, seeing as some people kept mixing up truths and dares. This one I was forced to sit through. Literally. Sasha forced me to sit in a circle with them and we spun the bottle. Fifteen minutes in, and everyone had kissed or slapped pretty much everyone. Except me. Luck appeared to be on my side because the bottle hadn’t landed on me once. Thank goodness...

“There it goes...” Connie said as he spun the bottle.

The bottle slowed down to a stop, pointing towards Eren and Jean.

“Alright, Jean.” Connie yawned. We were all getting tired. “You have to slap Eren. Or kiss... you know, whatever you’re into.”

“Gladly.” Jean said and he pulled back his sleeve, about to swing.

Realizing he was a little too enthusiastic, it took a few of us to hold him back, and so we skipped them and spun the bottle again. This time it landed....

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“Ooooh, now thats the kind of stuff I wanna see!” Connie said deviously. “Eren! You have to kiss or slap Johanna!”

Such a proposition made Eren snap out of his drunken reverie and look sober again. “What? I can’t slap—“

“Hell no. Don’t even try it, hotshot.” I said, trying to sound tough despite feeling my face heat up.

“Oh pleeeaaaseee?” Krista said, putting on puppy eyes. “Just one little kiss, it won’t mean anything!”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind seeing this.” Annie said with a shrug. Mikasa nodded in agreement.

The peer pressure surmounted and next thing I know, people were pushing us closer together. I’m sure my face must’ve looked like a tomato at this point. Maybe if it were anyone else it would be easier. But its Eren loud-mouth suicidal blockhead Jaeger…

Things were getting out of hand. If the commotion got any louder we would get found out for sure, and Instructor Shadis would make us run until our legs snapped in half.

“Fine, fine!” I huffed and looked at Eren, who seemed ready to shit himself. “Just get it over with.”

He leaned in. My stomach fluttered and I closed my eyes.

WHUMP!

A loud noise startled us all. Eren and I jumped apart, the moment officially ruined.

Sasha was on the floor face-down. We looked at her and then at the bunk beds, absolutely bewildered. Did she…

“Sasha, what the hell?” Ymir said. Her and Krista helped the brunette get up. “Did you dive off the top bunk?”

“I wanted to see if I could fly…” she whined, leaning on them for support. Looks like Eren wasn’t the only lightweight here.

Connie sighed. “Well, the party animal has been defeated. I think its time we call it a night, guys.”

Everyone agreed and in a manner of minutes, all the boys had said their goodbyes and Merry Christmas’s, filing quietly and stealthily out of the dormitory. I pretended not to notice, but I could’ve sworn I saw Eren steal one last glance at me before closing the door. Whatever… I tried not to think about it too much.

“Oh, well. Looks like the perfect Christmas kiss was between Sasha and the floor.” A ginger-haired girl, Hannah, said and stretched. We were all exhausted and eager to go to sleep.

“Yeah.” I said with a little smile, slipping into bed. Thanks to Sasha, I guess tonight was kind of fun.

The second my head hit the pillow, I felt an odd lump. That’s weird… I sat up and lifted my pillow, confused, only to find an unexpected surprise.

It was a flower crown. Adorned with baby’s breath, poppies, and daisies. My heart melted a bit, knowing exactly who it was from. He must’ve slipped it under my pillow sometime during the game. I unfolded the note besides it.

Its been a while...

Merry Christmas,

-Jean

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X-44 Land.

Reader x J-Hope - BTS (ZombieApocalypse!AU) Genre: Angst, Eventual Smut, kinda smutty in dis one? Synopsis: The times and trials of people trying to make it in a world that’s heading for ashes. Word Count: 12.7k Part 1 of ?

Playlist: Little Secrets - Passion Pit, In Case of Rapture - As Tall As Lions, Circles - Thrice, Last Man Standing - People In Planes, Rose Golden - Kid Cudi ft.Willow

AN: *mentions of death and gore* I’m gonna put a TW up on this as it’s a pretty graphic (I mean obviously it’s a zombie apocalypse AU :/) but just a warning! Let me know how ya like it! <3

Everything I loved, became everything I lost.

If you remembered back to the time where you felt peace; where you felt a complete calm, no fear running through your veins, no worries running through your mind, nothing but happiness and ease, when would that be?

You could almost taste the memory on the tip of your tongue. The summer before the outbreak. Thankfully, strain X-44 decided to let you enjoy one last family outing, making its infamous appearance only a day after one of your favorite times of the year.

It was Independence Day. Your family always threw a huge get together, inviting as many family members as your backyard could hold. Aunt, Uncles, Grandmas, Grandpas, Cousins, whether be second, third or fourth, hell, even removed, they'd be there. Cars lined the street late in the night, the entire block setting off fireworks into the stars as lightning bugs danced around the atmosphere and june bugs sang their songs of summer, celebrating national freedom.

"Kids! The food's ready! Come eat!" Your mother yelled from the porch. A slur of screams and giggles as the children finished splashing their current opponent added to the cacophony of all the sounds of the evening. A repetitive pop song played from the stereo and numerous people swayed drunkenly to its beat, naturally.

You sipped from the cold beer bottle in your hand casually even though you weren't of age. Your mother figured a few on the 4th of July couldn't be that bad and who was going to deny underage drinking? The sun was setting by now. The blistering heat from the day slowly dissipating into a mild breeze while the mugginess remained. You sighed as you ran your fingers through your damp hair, still drying from the trip to the pool nearly an hour ago. This humidity being your only concern.

"Why the long face, cuzzo?" Your cousin Lea asked, elbowing you gently on the arm as she sat next to you on the porch step.

"Hm? Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how frizzy my hair is going to be after it dries." You laughed, taking another sip from the bottle.

"Just throw it up! You look cute with your hair up anyways. That boy you like show?"

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you recalled the day before of running into your high school crush and inviting him to your family's get together. It was a weak move.

"Who? Jackson Wang? No, he didn't. I didn't think he would anyways. He's probably up at that lake house he always talks about with Kwon Minah. Oh well." Lea smiled at you. She'd always admired your nonchalant attitude, even if it was a façade.

"Well, fuck him. Not... literally though. He doesn't sound like he's worth it."

You side-eyed her, knowing she was right, "Yeah... but he's really cute."

Lea loudly giggled at your wallowing and playfully hit your shoulder, "Come on! The burgers are gonna be cold by the time we get to them and you know I hate cold food." She huffed, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to the table with an uncanny amount of different foods.

"Oh look, Uncle Joe brought his pasta salad." She whispered, piling her plate high with macaroni and cheese.

"The one that tastes like stale cardboard?" Lea snickered at your remark, nodding her head. Before you could add anything else to the conversation, the sliding glass door opened, revealing your cousin fresh from his first year of college. The lot of your family cheered and howled at his arrival, acting as though they hadn't seen him in 20 years.

"Namjoon!" Lea hollered, setting her plate on the picnic table. The tall man made his way over to the both of you, hugging you tightly.

"Lea, (Y/N)! It's been so long!" He grinned.

"Yeah, nearly a year ya bastard!" She shouted, playfully slapping his arm.

"Yeah, I know. I need to make it a better habit of coming home more often, huh?"

The two caught up with each other and you decided you couldn't wait any longer to eat dinner but before you sat down, you saw a dark haired head poked from behind Namjoons shoulder. You curiously peeped your head around him only to be met with the eyes of a stranger. His eyes widened at your action before turning into half moons as he nervously waved to you. You did the same.

"So yeah, Calcul-Oh, I'm so sorry. This is my friend, Hoseok. He didn't have anything else to do so I invited him to the party. I figured that wouldn't be a big deal?" Namjoon said, bringing his smaller friend into view.

"Nope! Not a problem at all! Nice to meet you Hoseok. I'm Lea and this is (Y/N), we're Namjoon's cousins."

Hoseok nodded, "Oh yes, I've heard lots of stories about you guys from Namjoon."

"Only good ones I hope!" You added, causing the others to laugh.

"Only good ones." He smiled.

After a while of talking, you found out that Hoseok grew up a couple of states over in a small farming town which you thought didn't suit him that well. He seemed more, updated? Modern? Definitely not the type of boy to grow up on a farm, tending to pigs and chickens all day. You also found out he was majoring in child education with a minor in psychology which is how he met Namjoon. A cute country boy who not only loved kids but modern day science and medicine? This guy was a keeper and by the end of the night, you couldn't even remember Jacqueline Tang or whatever his name was.

"You should just stay the night, Namjoon! There's room in the basement for you and Hoseok." Lea begged, giving her best puppy dog eyes to the taller man but failing due to her being heavily intoxicated.

"Nah, we're gonna crash at a friend of mine's from High School. I'll see you guys tomorrow though?" You and Lea nodded, hugging Namjoon goodbye.

"It was nice meeting you, Hoseok." You mused.

"Yeah, you too." His smile could have cured cancer, at least you thought. It was brighter than any star or sun you'd seen and you wanted nothing else than to see more of it.

"Okay ladies, get as much sleep as possible cause we're going to be here 8 am, sharp okay? We want to get to this waterpark right as it opens." Once again, the both of you nodded, bidding the boys adieu and locking your front door behind you.

"Hoseok is cute isn't he? A little too young for me though, dang it," Lea joked, "Maybe you should go for it?"

"What? I'm still in high school and he goes to a college 3 states away!"

"You're so dramatic, you're a senior. It's legal. He seems nice. Just... think about it, okay? Let's go to bed. We have big day tomorrow." You let out a sigh before following Lea up the stairs to your bedroom. She was right, it wasn't like you'd get in trouble for anything and he was a really nice guy. All this thinking was hurting your tipsy brain.

Let's just see what happens tomorrow, you thought, tucking yourself into the warm sheets and drifting off in the blink of an eye.

Just like Namjoon said, they were there at 8:00 am on the dot, cooler filled with drinks and snacks, bags packed with sunscreen, towels, clothes and blankets. All that was left to put in the car was the two of you.

"Wow, you guys are really prepared, aren't you?" Lea said, stuffing her bag into the trunk.

"Better to be over-prepared than under, right?" Namjoon smiled, taking a sip from his orange flavored soda and jumping back into the drivers seat.

The drive there was filled with lots of talking and horrible singing to the songs on the radio, especially between you and Hoseok. The two of you spoke as if you'd been friends for a decade. It almost scared Namjoon how similar your tastes were. You both liked the same music, the same sports team, the same drink, hell even the same brand of chocolate. Cadbury, to be specific. It was weird. Like some missing piece to you you didn't even know was missing. Lea pointed it out every chance she got. When Hoseok and Namjoon would get into a conversation of their own, she'd turn to you and gush on and on about what a 'match made in heaven' the two of you were, to which, you'd just roll your eyes and hush her.

"Finally!" Lea howled as soon as the park entered her view.

Namjoon pulled into an empty parking spot that thankfully was near the entrance. You had arrived 10 minutes before the park even opened yet numerous families and couples lined up, waiting for the time the gates would open and they could enjoy the day splashing in the sun.

You reached into your purse in search of your sunglasses, Lea doing the same to hers.

"Ow!" She yelped, bringing out her finger and stuffing it into her mouth.

"You okay?" You asked, eyeing her as you placed the shades a top of your head.

She nodded, finger still stuck in between her teeth as she nodded, "Yeah, just got stabbed by something in my purse. It's fine though! Namjoon brought a first aid kit!"

"You ready, ladies?" Namjoon shouted from the trunk. Lea immediately forgot about her finger as she slung her bag over her shoulder and hopped out of the truck. You laughed at her antics. She was older than you by almost a decade yet the two of you were insanely close. She was your shoulder to lean on, your advice giver, your best friend, really. She could turn any situation into a giggle fest just by her ditziness alone. That was the quality of her you loved the most. A stereotypical blonde, and proud.

The four of you trekked up to the line which was already moving by the time you reached it. A group of kids and their parents chatted rather loudly, not that it bothered you though. You were just as excited as them. Another man a few people ahead of you was in some sort of coughing fit. He looked sickly pale with dark, deep set bags under his eyes as he choked into his fist. What you assumed was his wife turned to him, scowling harder and harder every time he coughed.

"Oh, Howard! Keep that cough under control! Maybe we shouldn't have come!" You heard her yell, numerous heads swiveling to the drama unfolding before them, including the kids behind you.

"Now, Martha, please keep your voice down. You know how bad Nathan wanted to-" Was all he could get out before coughing out another lung and digging into his floral patterned shirt in search of a used hanky. It was then you noticed the small boy at his feet, clutching on to said shirt. His round, blue eyes peered up to his father, concern and worry swimming through them. He had to have been no more than 5 years old. Your heart clenched at the sight and you silently wished that you'd never be in a marriage with as much resentment as that. You could literally see the regret and unhappiness drip from woman's face. All that scowling really aged her.

"Great start to the day, huh." Hoseok smiled, trying to make light of the situation.

"What? Oh, yeah. Poor guy. He's got a cold and his wife couldn't care less. It makes me sad." You said. The solemnness in your tone surprised Hoseok, but not unpleasantly. He liked that you were sensitive in that way, showed him a bit more of your character.

"My guess is that they had a couple of dates, she got knocked up and he felt bad so they got married. Not much love could come from a situation like that." He sighed.

"Maybe. But still. It's not hard to be nice. Especially when someone's sick like that." Hoseok nodded along with you, completely agreeing.

After what seemed like 5 hours, you all made it to the front of the line and purchased your tickets. You followed Namjoon who as always, naturally led the pack wherever he deemed fit. Thankfully, he found the perfect spot to set up the blanket and cooler. Right under a huge oak tree, not too far from the concession stand and bathrooms yet in perfect reach from the best waterslides and rides.

"Let's go get wet then!" Lea cheered, running towards the open pool and diving right in, completely not realizing the small innuendo she'd said.

You giggled after her and pulled your over shirt off, revealing the small two piece you'd purposely wore today. Hoseok swallowed the hard lump that had suddenly formed in his throat, coughing slightly as he attempted to avert his gaze. His little fit however, did not go unnoticed.

"Let's go!" You said, playfully slapping Hoseok's shoulder before running after Lea.

"Yeah... let's go." He whispered, but to no one in particular.

The morning went on without a hitch, besides the misstep of forgetting to put on sunscreen and having to wait until you were dry to put some on. There was no way Hoseok was going to see you looking like a lobster today, uh-uh.

Before you knew it, the sun was peaked in the sky. It's rays flared down, warming the cold waters and kissing your skin. It was only half past noon, but the four of you had turned at least two shades darker. Hoseok looked amazing, like more amazing than he did last night when his hair was parted down the middle and wearing the jeans that shamelessly accented his butt perfectly. But now, he had you drooling. His tanned skin worked perfectly with his hair color and the swimming shorts he wore left very little to the imagination. Not to mention his physique. You remembered from last night that he mentioned he danced but, damn, you weren't expecting this.

"Hey! I'm getting kind of hungry, what about you guys?" Lea said, doggy paddling her way over to where you and the boys waded.

"Yeah I could go for something." You agreed, regretfully pulling your gaze from Hoseok. The boys hummed in agreement and followed you out of the water, taking their time to let the water drip from their body.

"Why don't you, Hoseok and Lea get something? I'll stay here and watch our stuff, okay?" Namjoon suggested as he wrapped a towel around his waist.

"Sounds good to me." The others nodded along, patting down their bodies to get rid of any excess water.

The sun's heat could be felt 100 times more now that you didn't have the water to cool you down and even though you'd put on numerous layers of sunscreen, your main fear was that it was going to fail and you'd end up looking like a tomato. Well, that and plus it'd be painful. Sunburn was no joke.

"So, what sounds good?" Hoseok asked as he skimmed the menu, breaking you from your thoughts.

"I don't know... uh, maybe cheese fries?"

Hoseok hummed, raising his eyebrows, "Maybe we could get cheese fries and share them, that way we could get like a hot dog too?" You smiled to him and nodded. Naturally, you could eat a whole order of cheese fries by yourself, but if he wanted to share with you then who were you to deny him?

"I think I'll get cheese fries too. Oh, and a funnel cake! What do you think Namjoon will want?" Lea chimed. But before you or Hoseok could put in your input, a small crowd of people surrounded a table only a few away from where you were standing.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you wandered to the sight.

"(Y/N), um, maybe you should stay back here?" Hoseok warned, concerned at what was happening.

"It's probably just some kid who got sick!" Lea howled, beckoning you back with her hand, "Let's order, I'm starving!"

However, you didn't listen. You held up a finger, telling them to give you just a minute. The crowd grew larger and the hushes amongst the onlookers turned into booming echoes gossiping about whatever was happening. An onsite paramedic pushed his way through the dense crowd quickly as he gripped the first aid kit.

"Move! Move! I need to get to the patient! Sir, are you okay? Can you hear me?" You heard him speak. Deciding to be a bit more nosy, you pushed through a couple more people so you could get a good look at what was happening.

It was a man, probably in his early 20's. He was convulsing and he looked gauntly pale. Heat stroke? You thought. There was something unsettling about the situation, though. This wasn't any kind of heatstroke you'd seen. He twisted and shook, he arms and legs snapping in different directions, so loud that you could have swore they were breaking.

"Help him! He's seriously wrong!" A girl yelled, clutching the side of the paramedics arm. You presumed it to be his girlfriend. "Yeah!" The crowd jeered, "Help him!"

A look of annoyance appeared on the paramedics face. He was trying to do his job, it was just hard with all the surrounding chaos.

"I'm trying! Miss, was anything wrong with him before? Too much sun? Did he eat something wrong? Have any allergies?" He quizzed, picking up the man's arm and injecting an IV into it.

"No, no! No allergies, he's been in the shade so not that! He ate some kimbap I brought from home and then he started acting like this!" She sobbed, the tears streaming from her eyes as if she were a river.

"What was in the kimbap, Miss?"

"Uh-um, radish, carrot, egg, ch-chicken? I-I don't remember fully, I just threw stuff together!" The paramedic looked deep in thought as he steadied his grip on the patient before turning to his walkie-talkie, asking for a gurney.

"Don't worry, we'll get him better." He smiled, "Now, the rest of you-" Before he could finish his sentence, the man in his arms seemed to stop convulsing and only seconds later, he pounced.

The man took after the paramedics neck, sinking his teeth into his flesh as if it were as soft as butter. The gurgled screams of the paramedic could be heard miles away. It imprinted itself in your mind as did the sight in itself. The man's girlfriend jumped back, her eyes widening as she opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. The crowd dispersed immediately, everyone running off to their families in an attempt to escape. Their shrill shouts and yelps were the only thing that could be heard.

You knew what this was. There were numerous shows on TV about it, hundreds of movies. Not in a million years did you think it'd ever happen, but you were no fool. It was exactly the same.

It was like you'd turned into stone. You could only watch as people shoved and pushed you in whichever direction as they booked it to the exit. You were stuck and you knew that if you didn't get your mind back on track, you were next.

Time seemed to pass in minutes as the people ran, screaming for their lives but in reality no more than 10 seconds had passed. 10 seconds into the initial bite; the one that would start it all. He ripped and chewed into the paramedics neck like some dog toy but after the 10 second mark, he flung himself off, diving for the terrified girl on the ground and doing the same to her.

Your eyes reluctantly traveled to the paramedic. It was the same; the convulsions, the snapping and contortions but it was quicker this time, and then he was on his feet. His hungry gaze set on you.

A crackled snarl echoed from his bloodied mouth before he took off after you. This was it. You'd just met the man of your dreams and in a day he was being taken away from you. Well, you were being taken away from him but still. Your stone body turned to water as you felt the fear run from your head to your toes, your knees giving way as you accepted what was about to happen. You were going to become one of those things.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you sent a quick prayer of forgiveness, hoping to go somewhere nice after your imminent death. You braced yourself for the bite, for the pain, but it didn’t come. Instead, your eyes opened and what you saw made you wish you did in fact get bit.

Lea stood before you, pushing the beast from you as his teeth locked into her arm, "Hoseok! A little help here!" You don't know where he got it, but what looked to be an ice pick of sorts was gripped tightly in his hand as he came up behind it hesitantly, waging a war with himself. Was he really capable of stabbing a guy? Like, this could just be a case of Mad Cow Disease or something and if it was and it comes out that he was the guy who killed some random person by stabbing him in the head, then he'd be locked up for years! Maybe even life!

"Hoseok!" Lea hissed, tears cascading from her blue eyes, "In the head. Do it now!" And without another word or second passing, he did it. He shoved the blunt pick through the skull of the paramedic with his eyes shut, a tight grimace settled on his face.

"Okay, fuck. Let's go before these two get handsy." Lea sighed, grabbing you from the ground and Hoseok from his state of shock.

Once a bit of distance was in between you and the concession stand, you slowed down, only a bit though. Other people and families rushed to the exit, foregoing their belongings. As long as they could get out of this place, they'd be okay. But the front gate was practically a buffet for the two zombie lovebirds back at concessions. You turned your head back as you walked with your arm around Lea. The two had found the lot of people and began their attack. Starting with a teenage boy in blue trunks.

10. 9. 8. 7.

Another bite.

6. 5. 4. 3.

Another.

2. 1.

And that was all it took for the boy to change. He was as feral as the other two. Ten Seconds to change. Then that about Lea?

Your eyes cautiously gazed up to her. She looked pale, compared to her summer tan, nearly white. Her breathing was shallow and her eyes were turning bloodshot, but she was determined to get you to Namjoon. Fuck, where was he?

"Lea, Lea wait." You said, setting her down on the pavement. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes and you didn't care if Hoseok saw them fall. He was still in a state of shock and it looked like he couldn't comprehend anything that was going on.

"Lea... I'm so sorry." You choked. Your fingers ran through her bleached blonde locks as you cradled her head to your chest. She feebly lifted hers to grace your arm before uttering, "It’s okay, baby cuz'. I gotta protect my youngin's don't I?"

You pulled her head back, looking into her orbs that were once a pearlescent shade of turquoise blue, now mimicking the color of a dusty ashtray. You were confused at where her newfound southern accent was coming from, but you decided to ignore it. Guilt ate away at you. This shouldn't be her. It should be you. You hated yourself for letting someone so precious to you do this. This wasn’t real, right? Just some sick, messed up dream.

"Hoseok... stab me." She mumbled, her eyes crossing slightly, her fingers beginning to twitch.

"No!" You barked, snatching her away, as far as you could from the sharp point.

"Babygirl," Lea cooed, her accent still there, "Let him do it! I don't wanna be one of them sick fucks! Stab me! Stab me!" She howled, her breathing becoming irate as you felt her heartbeat skyrocket. Every breath she took became louder, almost as if she couldn't breath, as if her lungs were filled with a thick mucus.

"Lea! Why are you talking like that? You can't leave me. There has to be something we can do. Maybe, we can cut off the wound? Or maybe-"

"Stop!" She screeched, the volume hurting your ears, "Stop, stop, stop, it's too late! It was always too late!" Her voice became maniacal as she broke into a loud laugh. It terrified you that she was acting like this. Was this part of the turning process?

"Stop! Get a hold of yourself! This isn't you!" You sobbed, the tears flowing at an unruly speed.

"Hoseok, stab me! Fucking do it!" She begged. He stepped closer, the pick shaking in his hand as he looked at the two of you unravel.

"No, please! Don't! Hoseok do-"

"Just do it!" She screamed. And before you could utter another word, Hoseok did it. It was quick and you prayed, painless.

You couldn't breath. You couldn't think. You couldn't move. Your body had turned back into stone as you held onto Lea's lifeless body. Blood poured from the stab wound as he pulled the pick from her head, staining your hands and legs. In the distance you could hear someone calling for you, someone clutching your arm to take you away but you didn’t dare follow. You wanted to die too. How were you going to make it without her? A life without Lea was not a life at all.

Unfortunately, your body betrayed you as your legs mechanically followed wherever you being dragged off to. After some time, you stopped. Two voices in the background could be heard talking to one another. Something about a back exit, a slur of fuck's and whatever else. You couldn't hear much, not that you wanted to anyways. Once again, you were on the move and pretty soon, everything became dark.

You don't know how long had passed since you had blacked out, but when your eyes opened, the sun was almost set. Your surroundings consisted of Namjoon, Hoseok, a couple of bags in the back and a blanket and pillow for you. You sat up quickly, alarming Hoseok who looked back at you with heavy eyes. Namjoon glanced at you from the rear-view mirror, a sigh escaping his lips before attempting to smile to you.

"Hey, baby. How do you feel? Got a headache? Here, I've got some tylenol and water." You shook your head at his offer and leaned back into the seat. You didn't want to think, even though logically that wasn't possible. The images of earlier flashed through your mind and it made you sick to your stomach.

"Namjoon," You moaned, "Pull over."

He did as you asked and immediately you jumped out of the car, your knees still weak from earlier. But as soon as your feet planted themselves on the ground, you threw up any contents your stomach held.

"That's to be expected." Namjoon sighed, pulling your hair away from your face.

Once your stomach was emptied, you leaned back against the truck, clutching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to settle the dull pain that was beginning to fester. In all honestly, you wanted to go back to sleep.

"So, it all happened. Everything that my brain keeps showing me? Like, the fucking outbreak, I assume we're going to call it? Lea... Lea begging to die?" Namjoon huffed, handing you a bottle of water to swish your mouth out with.

"Well, that's not what the media is calling it right now. They're calling it The Strain. A Strain of bird flu or some shit like that. Strain X-44."

"Where are we?" You asked.

"Mmm, about a couple hours outside of Arkansas?" He said, peeking into the woods surrounding you all.

"So like, Tennessee?" He nodded, reaching for the door handle to the truck, "Get in."

He looked tired and strung out which was more than acceptable considering the situation you were in as of now. You could only imagine how you looked. He looked as if he'd aged 10 years in the span of probably 6 hours. Seeing him like this always hurt your heart as it seemed like he felt the need to take on the role as leader. Sure, it was a nice gesture, but he deserved a break every now and then. You feel like you could already see it. Namjoon agreeing to take care of you and Hoseok until you find safety and even then, he's going to be your number one subordinate. Not that you minded in a way. Any way to stay close to someone as cunning and responsible as Namjoon was probably the only way you'd survive this thing.

"So, how long was I out?" You questioned, not bothering to put on your seatbelt.

"Hm, maybe 5... 6 hours?"

Subconsciously, you reached for the bag on the ground that you found surprisingly to be your purse. They must have grabbed it when we left the park? You thought. You dug around for your cell phone, considering it'd only been a few hours since the 'Strain' started, you figured there'd still be service. And there was. Numerous texts and calls from family members asking about yours, Namjoon's and Lea's whereabouts or 'are you okay?'s littered your phone which all seemed to stop around 3:00pm. You figured that Namjoon got in contact with them and let them know which you were thankful for. There was no way you could have told your Aunt about Lea. You bit back tears even thinking about it but blinked them away as you unlocked your phone.

Every social media site held different articles that meant the same thing. The ominous print of the black, bolded font: End of the World, was seen on each of them.

"So, here's the lay down," Namjoon began, "This... thing. The strain. It seems to be a lot more temperamental than people thought." His words were solid and thorough and something about it scared you, but you listened nonetheless.

"A lot happened while you were out. So, like I said, it's a strain of Bird Flu and the CDC thinks it came from a certain brand that sells poultry or whatever but the thing is that they sell to all over the country. We don't know if it was just the one chicken that had a bad batch or if it was the whole lot. But we've heard on the radio that it's popped up in other states already. Like, New York, Ohio, Florida, Washington? And other ones. Naturally, the Government is gonna conceal it and say that they have it under control, but fuck, you saw how quick those things turn. What was it? 15 secon-"

"10," You interrupted, "It takes 10 seconds. I-I counted."

"Fuck..." You heard Hoseok whisper, turning his head to the passing trees outside of the window.

"10 seconds. So it seems as though you turn in 10 seconds or you lose your mind and then turn. Fuck, I'm so sorry you had to see that, (Y/N). This shit moves fast. We stopped home, got some things and talked with yours and my parents. We're heading down to Arkansas to get in touch with Hoseok's parents and then we're heading to Texas to meet ours there. The Military have a quarantine zone until this gets figured out. Not that that is going to happen though. This is it." Namjoon was right- blunt, but right. There was no going back from this. Unless the CDC or Government or CIA or whatever held some cure that they had magically been working on, then this really was it. The End of the World.

A few more hours on the road, which surprisingly wasn't as busy as you'd think in the wake of a fucking zombie apocalypse, you made it to the small hometown of Hoseok's which was still relatively calm. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be happening here. People locking up their shoppes, heading to the safety of their own home. Stray people walked the streets in the main square and party goers yelled and cheered outside of some pub. It was too normal. They were going about completely undiscerned. Not aware of the alternative scenario that eventually would hit, even here.

"Do they not know?" You slipped, not meaning to say it out loud.

Hoseok sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "Either that or they're in denial... It's a small town in Arkansas. No one is going to believe there's a zombie apocalypse looming. They're too Christian."

"Isn't there something in the bible that talks about the dead coming back to life, though? Like, in the End Days?" You pegged, becoming genuinely concerned for the safety of these people.

"I mean, maybe? I don't remember. I'd try and tell them, but they'd look at me like I were crazy. It's a lost cause. Let's just get to my house. It's a straight drive down the dirt road here, and then a sharp left at the stop sign."

Namjoon followed his directions and ended up at a big, white house. The paint chipped off the paneling partly due to its age but also because of the weather. It was a typical farm. The wrap around porch with the big, green oak tree in the front with the tire swing tied to a branch. The large, metal cylo in the back, hell, even the red barn that housed none other than the animals themselves.

"Does your family take care of chickens?" Namjoon asked as he pulled into the driveway.

"… Yes. Do you think they'd be unsafe?" Hoseok quipped, his eyes widening.

"Well, considering that this started from a chicken, it'd be smart to stay away?" You both nodded, hopping out of the truck.

It smelled like hot manure to be frank. The temperature had to have been over 90 degrees during the day so it was only natural for a farm to smell like dung and animals. You winced as the array of smells that wafted through your nostrils and your hand almost went to cover your nose but you didn't want to seem rude.

"Don't worry, (Y/N). You'll get used to it." Hoseok smiled.

"I don't know how you endured this your entire life."

Suddenly, the screen door to the house swung open, revealing a small, older lady in a satin pink night gown and purple slippers holding a shotgun.

"Hoseok! Is that you?" She called, her hand shining a large flashlight at the young man. From first impressions, you were terrified of Hoseok's mother.

"Yeah! It's me!" Hoseok howled back before turning to face you and Namjoon who'd finally met you on the other side of the truck, "Let's go, guys."

"A fucking shotgun?" Namjoon whispered, you clutched on to his arm as the nerves hit you.

Hoseok's mother set the shotgun down against a post on the porch and made her way to her son, her arms wide open.

"What are you doing home? And so late at night? It's 2am! Are you eating okay? Gosh, you look skinny. Come in and I'll make you some food. Are these your friends? You come in too, we'll introduce one another once we're inside."

You and Namjoon looked at each other before looking back to the older lady who ushered her son inside, scolding him further about how late it was and how she hates surprises, but followed anyways.

The interior matched the outside. Dated. Faded, floral wallpaper with a scuffed up white trim adorned the walls. Hardwood floors that were covered in round rugs and green furniture were also present. The only modern thing in the room seemed to be the large flat screen that was mounted against the wall and it's connected modem, blinking blue and green lights signaling its connected status. Pictures of Hoseok and his family decorated the walls along with random trinkets and knick knacks. It was very quaint, and it made you feel at home. It seemed like the first time, in a long time, that you could be at ease. Even though the feeling was faint and you knew it would be the only time you'd feel it for a while.

"So, what brings you here so late?" Hoseok's mother spoke, walking into the kitchen to fetch snacks and drinks for the lot of you.

"Mama, did you hear about what happened at the waterpark in Virginia?" He said evading the question.

She sighed deeply. It was clear to you that she was amongst the majority of the town. Either clueless, or didn't want to face the facts.

"I did. What was it for? Someone went a little off the wall and attacked somebody? I hope they have him in custody."

Hoseok winced. He knew how his mom was and he knew she was in denial. Unfortunately, knowing his mother, he knew there was no way to get through to her. But he'd be damned if he wasn’t going to try.

"No, Mama. We were there. Me, Namjoon and (Y/N)-"

"Oh, that's your names? It's nice to meet you both." She smiled, interrupting Hoseok.

"Me... and (Y/N)," He continued, his words strained, "We saw what-what happened. It wasn't a crazy psycho killer. I-It was something else. He... He bit the paramedic and then the paramedic turned into what he was and then his girlfriend and then... (Y/N)'s cousin. They all changed or were changing into things that ate each other."

Namjoon and you sat there quietly, listening and taking in everything Hoseok was saying. It looked as though the information was going in one ear and out the other as his mother sipped on her tea.

"Hoseokie..." She cooed, "I know what I think you saw, but I don't think that's right. The government is telling us not to worry and that they have everything under control. We need to trust them!"

Hoseok looked at his mother with wide eyes. Deep in his heart he knew it was a waste of breath but he couldn't get himself to give up.

"Mother! I know what we saw! I stabbed them in the head! Lea and the paramedic! They're dead! They turned into fucking zombies-"

"Hoseok, your language!" She hissed.

"No, Mother! I'm telling you this so we can take precautions! It comes from birds and it's probably in the air somehow getting them sick. You have chickens. They're infected! You need to pack your bags and come with us to Texas to the quarantine zone until they get this figured out."

Hoseok's mother shook with anger, her filled tea cup threatened to spill over the edges as she tried to formulate her words. Gently, she set her cup down with a small clink and sighed.

"I'm not going anywhere. Not until your father is feeling better. And even then! How am I supposed to just up and leave?"

Hoseok looked defeated. There was no way to convince his family to meet him in Texas no matter how hard he tried to convince or beg or whatever. They were too set in their ways. He had been right about this town, it was a lost cause.

"Fine, don't come." He finally caved. His voice was shaky and tears welled up in the corner of his eyes and you had to look away to stop yourself from crying. You couldn’t help it. After losing Lea today, your emotions were scattered and fried and you knew where Hoseok was coming from. If they weren't going to go, he was going to lose them too. In a scenario like this, loss is inevitable, however that doesn't mean you won't try to change it. But unfortunately, there's only so much you can do. Hoseok's parents; this town, they're food for the undead.

Suddenly, a loud rattle shook the walls from upstairs. Each of you looked towards the sound and then to one another and then to Hoseok's mother who sipped on her tea once again. She stood, wiping her hands on the front of her nightgown, and then clasping her hands together and smiling.

"So! Is anyone hungry? I made a blueberry pie yesterday!" Your stomach rumbled at the mention of food. You couldn't even remember that last time you ate? Was it the 4th of July party? It's been a whole 24 hours plus! Blueberry pie does sound amazing too, you thought.

"What was that?" Namjoon asked. Bringing your attention from the pie back to reality.

Hoseok's mother stopped in her tracks and turned slowly back to the lot of you, her face unreadable.

"What was what?" She feigned but, Namjoon was not in the mood for games.

"That sound. That fucking loud bang that we all heard." Her eyes (and your's and Hoseok's) widened at Namjoon's tone. This was him though, his personality. The boss.

"I-I don't know what y-you're talking about but I don't appreciate your to-"

"Oh, you didn't hear it? So you don't mind if I go and check it out then?" Namjoon interrupted, standing from the couch and heading over to the staircase. Out of reflex, you followed him. At first it was because you didn't want him to go up there but curiosity got the better of you.

You, Namjoon and Hoseok climbed the rickety staircase and were met with a single hallway. It held 4 doors, two on each side and an open closet at the end.

"Split up?" Namjoon offered.

You scowled, "What are we? Fucking Mystery Inc. From Scooby Doo? No splitting up."

Hoseok sighed, pushing past the two of you to the room at the end of the hall and creaking the door open to a small sliver.

"Dad? Are you okay in here?" He asked in a small, hushed voiced. It was quiet. Hoseok figured he was sleeping and he didn't want to disturb a man who'd been on the farm working all day in the blazing sun but when he turned to step away from the threshold, a muffled gurgle rang through the air.

Your blood went cold at the sound. As a reflex, your clammy hands reached for Namjoon's arm, clutching onto him for safety. Hoseok stood tight lipped at the door. His grip on the bronze door knob turned solid as his knuckles changed to white. His mother snuck up behind you and Namjoon, poking her head around your shoulder. Her hand beckoned Hoseok back as she whispered for all of you to follow her downstairs to "talk", but none of you moved.

Hoseok opened the door wider, just enough to slip his hand in to find the light switch and once it was flipped, he opened it fully. His father laid there, his chest gently rising and falling with each breath he took. Hoseok took one of his own in relief as a loud snore shook through his father. Your eyes looked up to him expectantly to which he returned with a smile. Alleviation washed through you only somewhat considering what was still going on in the outside world.

"So, now that you know it's nothing. I'll show you to your room." Hoseok's mother piped in.

"Our rooms?" Namjoon questioned. He was not comfortable at all with the idea of staying the night somewhere that wasn't in the quarantine zone.

"Just stay the night. Get your rest, I'll pack some food and water for you guys and then head on to Texas in the morning." You nodded. You couldn’t argue with that. Even though you'd slept 6 hours in the car, it was nearly 3 in the morning and sleep was calling your name. A bed sounded perfect.

"We'll stay," You decided, garnering a dirty look from Namjoon, "Thank you for the hospitality."

She smiled slightly before heading to the closet and grabbing towels and sheets, "Okay, the room right across from ours is where you and Namjoon will be staying. It's Hoseok's older sisters. There's bunk beds in there. Also, here are sheets in case it gets too cold and towels for a shower. A day on the road can get a bit grimy."

You smiled back, grabbing the items from Hoseok's mom and making your way to the end of the corridor.

"(Y/N)!" Hoseok called, you hummed in response.

"About earlier. I shouldn't have mentioned Lea like that. I know it's still sen-"

"Stop." You whispered, "It's okay. I don't want to talk about Lea anymore, alright? Now, I'm going to shower. I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"

"Yeah, see you in the morning. Goodnight, (Y/N)." Hoseok said, squeezing your arm as a form of endearment.

"Goodnight."

It felt as though you'd only closed your eyes for a few seconds before the rooster sang it's song of morning at the crack of dawn. It's tune woke you in an instant. The light from the sun barely flooded the room with it's pale blue shade that twisted with the incoming pinks and oranges. You sighed quietly, your mood soured that you were so easily woken while Namjoon snored the air away only a couple of feet from you. You endured a couple more minutes of tossing and turning, praying that you could sleep for at least another half hour. But, to no avail. The sun decided to rise quickly this morning and the room was already heating up. Looks like you were up for the day.

As you sat up on the lower bunk (avoiding to bump your head), you got a good look of Hoseok's sisters room. There were pictures on the desk and walls of which you assumed to be her in different situations such as a elementary soccer team, or prom. A dresser with a vanity was placed in the corner that held different lotions and perfumes and nail polishes atop it. The walls were a dusty rose color that matched the dusty beige carpet. It seemed to be a typical girls room that grew up in it. Changing over the years as she entered her different phases and tested new things. However, for a girl who moved out of her childhood home, it seemed as though she left quite a bit of stuff. It could have been that she took nothing at all.

As you sat there wondering why she'd leave all this stuff behind, a soft knock broke you from your thoughts and at the door stood Hoseok himself. He waved you over with his hand and mouthed 'follow me' so considering you had nothing else to do, you listened.

The two of you made your way down the stairs as quietly as you could and settled at the kitchen table. The sun had made it's appearance and there was something somber about how the corals mixed with the blue sky of the day and night.

A few minutes passed of nothing; no talking, no looks, hell, it seemed as if he wasn't breathing either! So you were the first to break the silence.

"H-How'd you sleep?" You said, your voice a bit gravelly from not talking in however many hours.

Hoseok sighed and glanced up to you only briefly before looking back to his held together hands, mindlessly playing with his fingers.

"I slept okay. Y'know, all 15 minutes of it."

"Why couldn't you sleep?" You asked, already sensing Hoseok was not in a good mood this morning.

"How could you sleep at all?" He hissed, his eyes turning hard and his lips into a thin line, "After everything that happened yesterday... Every time I close my eyes I see those-those things. I see what I did to that paramedic a-and Lea."

The mention of your cousin made your heart flip and your stomach turn, but you knew you couldn't throw up even if you tried. Hoseok was dealing with the guilt, but it was as if he failed to see that it was the only thing he could have done. There's no cure in this type of thing. The paramedic was already gone, there was no saving him. And with Lea, maybe you could have cut her arm off to avoid the infection spreading but that was a slim chance. She'd already lost her mind. Not to mention if it worked, she could have bleed out or it could have got infected and she would have gotten sick and died anyways. He did the right thing, no matter how much it hurt.

"Hoseok," You began, your hand gliding over to his, "what you did at the park yesterday... It was the only thing you could have done, you know that right?"

He sat there a moment, his eyebrows raising as tears threatened to spill and he shook his head.

"No, no. There was another way, there had to have been! I didn't have to kill them." Hoseok's words made you shake your head as well. Your hand fit into his and you squeezed it tightly in an attempt to keep him from turning hysterical. He squeezed back just as hard, his other hand coming to cover the both of them.

"No, that's not true and don't think that it is." You scolded. He seemed to calm down at this.

"You did what was right. You saved me, Hoseok. And-and, you saved Lea too. She didn’t want to be one of those things. No matter how much I opposed it at the time, I'm glad you did it. I didn't want to see her as one of those things either. A fucking... zombie. Ugh, I hate that word."

Hoseok took in everything you said to him with a heavy heart. It felt like minutes were passing in silence before he uttered, "I'm sorry."

His unheld hand made it's way to your cheek, forcing you to look at him. When did he get this close?

"Don't be sorry... not anymore."

With a deep breath, Hoseok moved closer. His breath ghosted over your lips in such an intimate way that you thought you'd pass out from all the blood flooding to your head.

"Thank you."

And then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was like fire as his mouth moved with you. It burned up every fiber of your being. His lips were insanely soft yet a little chapped but you didn't mind it. Your connected hands separated to grab one another closer, as if you'd both disappear if you didn't. His stayed firmly planted at your cheek while the other went for your neck. His lips never missed a beat, even as he snaked his tongue into your mouth.

It was as if the world around you had vanished. There was no more worry, no more fear, no more apocalypse. It was just you and Hoseok as if it'd always been that way. Like the two missing puzzle pieces were put back together and even if the rest fell apart, you'd always be able to find these two.

In all honestly, you could have stayed like this forever. His mouth on yours. His hands weren't even roaming! Like, how much of a gentleman was this guy? Your bodies moved closer and you were practically on top of him at this point. Your hands on his shoulder glided down to his chest. His toned body didn't surprise you that much cause you knew he danced but even with this small taste, it made you moan, the heat from your head moving south. Just a little whimper left your throat and it seemed to change something in Hoseok. Suddenly, his hand on your cheek fell to your waist, pulling you on to his lap. A not so little something poked your thigh as your hips grazed his causing you to smile into the kiss. Deciding to tease him a bit, you grinded down, just enough to cause a little reaction. He groaned a guttural growl, his fingers on your waist digging into your flesh.

But before the two of you could go any further, the stairs creaked signaling someone was coming down. You flung yourself off of Hoseok's body with wide eyes, thankfully landing back into the kitchen chair. Hoseok scooted the chair far enough under the table to hide his little problem. He could barely look at you now. His mother turned the corner, surprised to see the both of you sitting there.

"Oh! I didn't know you two were awake! Hungry? I'll make something. Hoseok, go upstairs and wake up Namjoon. Breakfast will be ready shortly." He nodded quickly, and fled the room before he could embarrass himself further to which you only smiled at.

"So, (Y/N)," His mother began, "How do you know Hoseok?" Her question kind of caught you off guard. It didn't seem like right now was the appropriate time to try and pry into her son's life.

"O-Oh, um. I'm Namjoon's cousin. I met him a couple of days ago at a family get together." She hummed, taking a tray of eggs from the fridge and cracking them directly on to the hot pan.

"I see. From the looks of it, the two of you seem close?" She hadn't seen what had happened, right? Unless she had some crazy ability to fly down the stairs almost silently. Or were there cameras that she had hidden around the house? Subconsciously, you looked around the room for anything that could be close to a camera as you answered her question.

"C-Close? No. I barely know him." The sound of sizzling was the only thing that could be heard as she planned her next phrase carefully.

"Do you want toast?" She asked. You nodded, quietly swallowing the lump in your throat that had seemed to have formed.

"Get the orange juice from the fridge, will you? Oh, and (Y/N)?"

"Hm?" You said as stood, reaching for the what she'd asked.

"Stay away from my son." Her tone was harsh and it surprised you. Before opening the fridge door, you turned to look at the older woman who was already facing you, your eyes widening in confusion.

"Excuse me?" You scoffed.

"You heard what I said. A zombie apocalypse? Your filling my boys head with lies. You're just a devil woman trying to take my son away from me. Don't think I didn't see what the two of you were doing! A whore like you, huh? He should have just stayed here with me and his father, but no, he had to run away like his sister! It was the same with her, and now him. You-you demon! Using your black magic to hypnotize him and turn him against me!"

You stood there, shocked. What was this lady on? There was something seriously wrong with her! She was delusional at best. You could see why Hoseok and his sister wanted to get away. She was losing her mind... Oh no.

"Listen, lady. I don't know what you're on about but I haven't done anything to Hoseok. Just calm down, okay?" Your eyes scanned her body to see if she had any marks or anything but you couldn’t see any.

"Don't try and spew that to me! I know that the Devil sent you to take my sweet Hoseokie away! I prayed everyday for him and still! I knew that the Lord was going to test me one way or another."

You backed up into the corner of the room as she neared you, spatula in hand. The smell of burn wafted into the air as the pan started smoking.

"You need to leave." She hissed. Her eyes were bloodshot, just like Lea's. "Go! Go! Get out of my house! Go!" Her breathing became the same as Lea's, erratic and uneven. She mantra'd the words as her fingers began twitching, her knees giving way as she dry heaved onto the linoleum.

"Hoseok! Namjoon!" You called, too scared to move anywhere.

"D-Don't call for my son, you heathen!" Her tone became monstrous. Her body fell to the floor and she twitched and snapped just as the paramedic had. You began counting down the seconds.

"10." Her groans were loud as you heard the bones snap.

"9, fuck! Help! 8!" Hoseok and Namjoon turned the corner to see his Mother on the ground writhing around in pain.

"7! 6... 5." Namjoon looked at you knowingly and dove for the drawer, digging for any sharp utensil he could find.

"4, 3... 2." He grabbed her head by the hair, pulling her to her feet. Hoseok stood at the doorway, frozen. Just like you did yesterday. It was too familiar.

"1." You uttered, your body shaking from fear. Suddenly the convulsions stopped, her body going limp but only for a moment before her eyes opened to reveal a yellow hued iris. Her skin became gray as black and blue veins popped to the surface. Namjoon had a strong hold of her head which kept her from biting him. Her fingers desperately tried to claw at his arms and hands but in the blink of an eye the knife entered the back of her head and it was over.

Namjoon dropped the knife and her body as he skimmed over his hands and arms in search of any marks or cuts. Thankfully there was none.

"Fuck." He huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter. Your eyes trained themselves on the poor older woman in front of you and then to Hoseok who was doing the same. You wanted to hold him, to tell him that everything was going to be okay and that you'd shelter him from anything that could hurt him but you didn't. You couldn't. It'd be a lie. You'd lie to him if you had to however. Just not about this.

"H-How did she turn? Does she have any bite marks on her?" Namjoon asked, still attempting to regain his breath and composure.

"No. I didn't see any. She turned like Lea. She started saying crazy things, repeating words. Just like her." You said. You didn't want to give too many details, at least not in front of Hoseok.

Namjoon lowered himself to her body and checked her arms for any bite marks and when he found none, he checker her legs. Sure enough, a bloodied wound was showcased on her thigh. It was fresh as the gash still bled. How didn't you notice that earlier?

"She was bit... but who-"

"My Dad." Hoseok scoffed.

"What? But he was fine last night, right?" You questioned. He checked on him and he hadn’t turned then, hadn’t he?

"I thought so. But maybe he wasn't actually snoring. It explains why my mom was acting like that. We need to go. My father got infected from something on this farm and I don't want to stay any longer to find out."

"Should we do something about him?" Namjoon mentioned. "Namjoon!" You scolded, but Hoseok shook his head.

"Probably? Maybe we can just leave him in the room up there. Leave a sign or something." Namjoon nodded so you went along with it too.

"I'll go up there and leave a sign and make sure that he actually has turned. (Y/N), can you pack some food for us?" You agreed immediately as the two of them turned to head back upstairs.

You packed what you thought was necessary. Bottled water, canned foods, some bread and peanut butter. Hopefully the boys like green beans, you thought.

Once you were finished, you took the food to the truck, stuffing it away and grabbing a change of clothes which you did quickly outside. The two boys met you outside right as you finished changing with a couple of bags of clothes, blankets and towels. They put them in the back and soon enough, you were back on the road.

No one dared to say anything for the first hour. Not until your stomach rumbled rather loudly and Namjoon decided that you all should stop somewhere and get breakfast. Hoseok fought back with how dangerous it would be to get out of the car at this point. Not because of infected, but because of looters. It seemed to be a problem to worry about now since the roads were a lot more packed now that people were realizing that there was no helping this. So you settled on peanut butter bread and a can of peaches for breakfast. It had to have been the best tasting thing on the planet at that point in time.

It was a long ride to where you needed to be in Texas. Around 10 hours or so, but no one did anything to pass the time. No music was played, no songs were sung, no words were said. Just the trees passing, the road signs telling you of your location and the sun that moved in the sky. But you didn't mind the silence, not anymore.

You made it to San Antonio without any major hitches besides nearly running out of gas in Benton, Arkansas because Namjoon was too paranoid to stop. Thankfully, you came across a small gas station that didn't have anyone there besides the old white man with the long beard that worked behind the counter. And of course you bought a slushie because it could be the last one you ever have.

The military was everywhere. You realized there were tanks and helicopters and soldiers that littered the whole city and everywhere in between as you passed the city limits. They checked you and the boys of any marks or bites with some beeping device and then your luggage which was deemed as safe and before you knew it (nearly three hours later) you were in the Quarantine zone of San Antonio. People from all over the country flooded the gates in hopes of safety. A few cars ahead of you held a man who was being checked for infection when the beeper went off. His actions became frantic as his arms swung in an attempt to save himself but before anything could happen, they just gunned him down. When Namjoon asked about it to the same man who shot him he said something along the lines of "We're not taking any chances."

As it turned out, there were numerous zones set up around the country and even more being set up. This was just one of the larger ones; one of the first. Some soldier on a motorbike showed you the way to where you’d be staying until they "got it under control" which happened to be a hotel. They had people holed up in every hotel in the city. Any apartment that might have any opening as well. If there was a spot open, they'd fill it. Eventually, you knew they'd have to start turning people away and you prayed that your family made it here okay.

"Well," Namjoon spoke as he dropped the rest of the bags off near the doorway and wiping his sore hands against his jeans,

"Welcome Home."

Two Years Later

Just like you all had said, there was no cure, nor will there ever be one. Well, maybe, but that was just you being optimistic. Things only got worse and now anywhere outside the quarantine zones were considered unsafe and no human were to be out of bounds. Only the zones were allowed and if you were caught outside, then you’d be killed on sight. Of course that didn’t stop people from doing it. There was still so much to raid out there, too much to just give up. People in the zones would make little factions, always dealing between the one another, trading the things they’d find or weekly meal cards.

In the beginning, you found yourself in one of the larger factions who was run by some guy name Julio. Him and Namjoon became quick friends and he offered him a spot in his group along with you and Hoseok. If it was a way to keep you safe and protected, then of course you’d join.

You realized it was too much to handle though one night on a raid to a near by town when you got a little too friendly with one of the roamers, which is what people in the zone called them. Roamers, Infected, anything else besides what they were. Zombies. The Strain, X-44, mutated quickly. It started in chicken feces; a parasite. When it met its host, the parasite would take over quickly depending on where the initial bite was. A little longer the farther away from the brain it was. But people never lasted more than a could of minutes, and even then they were considered lucky.

It made them go crazy. The parasite takes over your body until it’s made its home there and even when you kill its host, it lies dormant. After a while, the parasite grows some sort of fungus from the host which release airborne spore that will change you in a matter of seconds. Even in the ‘live’ ones. It’s the same. After a while, they all start sprouting deadly growths. It’s really not pretty to see.

After a while with the faction, you decided to make your leave and instead work for the child unit in the city that took care of children who’s parents had gone ‘missing’ or got sick and died. Hoseok and Namjoon decided to stay no matter how much you protested, something about how this is what would be making the difference in the end.

The daily siren woke you up, 8 O’clock sharp, signalling people to get up and get ready to do their daily jobs to contribute to the zone. Some people cleaned, some farmed, some worked the hospitals. It was a functioning society except the government was in complete control and had eyes everywhere (not that much had changed). Well, almost.

You quickly got ready for the day, putting on your summer clothes and tying your hair up. You grabbed an apple from the kitchenette in your small studio apartment which you were transferred to a couple of months after staying in the Marriott. It was quite the downgrade, but since you were living by yourself, you couldn’t complain.

The commute to the Child Unit Building was quick as it was only across the street. The kids already excited and loud, ready to start their day. Some of them greeted you as you entered the building, hugging your waist and showing you pictures they’d drawn for you the night before. It was rewarding, this job. Working in the faction was a rush and fun but getting to see the smiling faces of the kids everyday was really something. You wouldn’t admit to anyone that in private you liked to call them your children because that’s what it felt like. You felt like a mother to them.

“There you are!” Your sister smiled, busying herself with a little blonde boy who’d spilled his milk all over the table.

“Here I am!” You laughed, grabbing the paper towel and ripping her a couple of sheets.

“Miss (Y/N)!” The kid cooed, reaching up for you. You swooped up his little body with one arm and tickling his stomach with the other.

“Liam! How’s my little man?” The boy was only 3 years old. He’d lost his mother at the gates of the zone, which was a mistake on the military’s part. Their beeper went off on her but after further medical inspection it turned out she was infected at all which made you wonder how many people they killed were actually infected during the beginning months. The thought of it made you sick.

“Good, I’m hungry.” He whined, clutching on to your shirt. Your sister chuckled in the background, “Maybe if you hadn’t of spilled your cereal than you wouldn’t be hungry! C’mon, round two, lil’ Liam. Let’s leave Miss (Y/N) to get some work done.” She took the small boy from your arms and set him in the chair, pouring him another small bowl of generic cereal.

“Oh! That reminds me,” She shouted, scaring some of the other kids at the table, “You have a visitor in the backroom, Miss (Y/N).” Your eyes squinted at your sister as all the possibilities of who it could have been ran through your head.

“If it’s Jason again, I’m not going back there.” You detested, mentioning the man who was currently a bit obsessed with you. But she only laughed.

“It’s not. Just go see.”

You walked to the back room cautiously. Was there someone you owed still? A debt you hadn’t paid? You could have swore that you took care of them before leaving the faction. Your hand only slightly shook as you reached for the silver doorknob and twisting it with ease. The sight made you look like you’d seen a ghost.

His hair was a different color from the last time you saw him. The light blonde really suited his face and skin color which was kissed by the sun, leaving him a golden shade. He looked so good, your heart started to race.

“Hoseok.” You breathed, tears finding themselves in your eyes.

He stood from the chair he sat in and turned to you, flashing you the brightest smile you’d seen from him in a long time and you couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing. He made his way over to you and wrapped his long arms around your frame easily, inhaling the scent of you he was so scared he’d forget.

“Hi.” He mumbled into your neck. The action was surprisingly intimate despite the fact that your relationship with him never went further than what happened in the kitchen that fateful morning. You didn’t care, however. It’d been too long since you’d seen him or Namjoon and it felt too good to worry about anything else.

“It’s been two months, Hoseok! Two whole fucking months, you asshole.” You cried. You could have swore he was dead. The faction never had him out or more than two, three weeks tops! Let alone two months! Maybe Namjoon, but never Hoseok.

“I-I know. Things got a little hairy when we got to Oklahoma.”

“What do you mean? Where’s Namjoon?” You were starting to panic, realizing that he wasn’t along with him.

“Let’s sit down.” He said, ushering you to the table.

“No, where is he? Is he... Is he dead?” Hoseok sighed, taking a seat of his own. You decided to stay standing and folded your arms over your chest. Your heart rattled away as you waited for him to speak. Maybe you should have sat down.

“Namjoon isn’t dead.” Relief flooded your body and you let out the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. Only then you allowed yourself to take a seat, letting your head fall in between your knees as you counted your lucky stars your cousin was in fact still alive.

“Oh, thank goodness. Where is he then? Headquarters?” Hoseok stayed quiet for a few more seconds before shaking his head, his eyes dropping to the ground.

“Well, for fuck’s sake, Hoseok! Where is he!?” Your patience was running thin and you knew you shouldn’t be yelling, especially yelling obscenities with little ears running about.

“Namj-Namjoon i-” With a deep breath to calm him down, he finally got out what he’d wanted to say since he’d seen you..

“Namjoon is missing.”

AN: So, anotha seriessss. Idk how long this one will be but I hope you liked the first chapter! Leave me some feedback~<3

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