#at this rate we’re gonna get to like part 4 or 5 before I explain how he actually got rezzed

[stealingpotatoes]

Trying to Explain the Desmond (sorta) Lives AU: Part 2

(part one)

(hi I’m back and I was bothered to write more explanation. bla bla sorry for the mess also this bit was acccidentally lengthy and 2.5k words, whoops)

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Shaun and Rebecca more-or-less knew they were going to find Desmond. They more-or-less knew they were going to see him. They more-or-less knew that he was going to be all glowing like he was in the footage. This being said, they weren’t really prepared for um… any of that to actually happen. 

Desmond is standing here, he is talking. He is moving.  Alive. Shaun and Becs are across from him, silent and dumbfounded at the sight of their long-dead friend. 

(I need you, my darling reader, to think of the most confused and shocked you’ve ever been in your life, and then bap, you’ve more or less got what’s going on in this room tbh.)

“Desmond?” Shaun finally asks in shock. 

“...yeah?” Desmond answers, obviously very confused at Shaun’s tone. 

“Holy shit,” whispers Rebecca. 

“What happened? We were in the Temple and- and then suddenly I’m here and I’ve got… these?” He gestures vaguely to himself-- the Isu markings.

What he said is enough to sort-of snap the duo out of their shock enough. “What?”

“Yeah, what?” Des agrees.  

“No, no. The temple-- 2012… that was six years ago. And you...” Rebecca says (still looking at Des with an expression that can only be described as ‘what in the genuine fuck’). 

Shaun and Rebecca wouldn’t have even noticed Galina coming up behind them if it hadn’t been for Desmond’s slight shift into near ready-to-fight, tho he relaxes after a second (his eagle vision’s still there and says she’s an ally). 

Shaun and Becs manage to take their eyes off Desmond for long enough to glance back at Galina, who’s come to find them. 

“You were not replying on your comms--” Galina stops and takes a proper look at the man behind them. “Oh. He does not look dead.” Then back at Shaun & Becs; “We all need to go.”  

Desmond is somehow even more confused than he was earlier. “Why would I look dead? And-- who are you?” 

Shaun has manners, even in very confusing situations; “This is Galina. She’s an Assassin. And Galina, meet… Desmond Miles.” (audible question marks) 

Shaun and Rebecca share an awkward glance. “We’ll explain everything when we get to safety?” Becs says, though she’s really not sure how they are going to explain, or what they’re even going to explain.  

The two random assassins who don’t have names also came out of the fight fairly unhurt and meet up with the rest of them. They’re pretty weirded out to see a person with glowy lines on his face, and have heard of Desmond Miles’ death. However they’re obviously not as weirded out to see him alive because they just didn’t know him. They’re probably doing the best here lol. 

Galina’s pretty confused but she’s become very good at compartmentalising over the years, so isn’t dwelling on things right now. 

Shaun and Rebecca are-- okay, to say Shaun and Becs are “dealing” with this is definitely the wrong word. They’re moving forward like Assassins should, while trying to comprehend that Desmond is right there… and also trying not to look at him too wide-eyed and shocked.  To them, everything feels like it’s going way too fast and way too slow all at once.

The trio and Galina all get into a van and head out of there, not planning on waiting for more Abstergos. 

//

They reach an old Assassin safehouse outside of the city after a very Odd drive. The two unnamed Assassins stayed in the city to keep investigating and keep up their work before, so now it’s just Shaun, Becs & Desmond in the safehouse with Galina on watch outside. 

They get in, make sure they’re safe -- protocol stuff. But Des really needs some answers. Like right now.

“What happened?” Desmond asks. This time it’s very serious, and you can almost feel the hundreds of years of killers’ lives he’s lived behind his voice. 

Shaun and Becs share yet another look. The disbelief hasn’t worn off at all, but they’re, as I said, moving forward. “What’s the last thing you remember?” Shaun asks. 

It quickly comes to light that Desmond has no memory of what happened after touching the Eye-orb-thing in the Temple. It’s just “a helluva lot of pain” in December 2012 and then boom, waking up in the middle of a city (shut, i know i still haven’t thought where), in October 2018. He also can’t recall bursting out of that Abstergo facility either -- his memory seems to start from where the weird glowing-eyes-and-apple-light thing he had going on stopped. 

“But the Temple was six years ago?” Desmond quietly half-asks, half-states. 

“Yeah...” says Rebecca. 

“Then where have I been for that time.” 

“You died.”

“What?!”

Shaun takes over; “Or at least, we thought you died. In 2012, we got clear from the Temple as you told us to. But then Abstergo, they--” (how on earth do you say this) “They got there before we could. They took your body and...” 

“But obviously you didn’t die because you’re here.” Becs gestures at Des. 

“Right,” Shaun agrees unsurely.

Des nods slowly, trying to take this all in. “But that doesn’t explain… all this.” he gestures to the Isu markings on his face. “Or what I can do.” 

“Do you know what you can do?” Becs asks. She and Shaun don’t really know what was happening w Des’ whole abilities thing at ALL because they only saw a small bit recorded.

Des shrugs, but then unzips the definitely-stolen-hoodie a bit and pulls the opening to the side so his bare collarbone is on show. “I got shot when I… when I woke up.” Rebecca makes yet another confused expression. “There’s nothing there?” She’s right; there’s no wound, no blood there. Not even a scar.

“Exactly.” 

“Oh.” 

“I heal faster, I know that. And--”

“What’s that?” Shaun numbly gestures to his own chest where a scar starts on Desmond’s. It’s not like either of them have seen Des shirtless much at all before, but that wasn’t there in 2012, they’re pretty sure. 

Des looks down then unzips the hoodie a bit more and oh. 

Shaun and Becs didn’t notice that on the security footage. Tbh Desmond barely noticed it, too busy looking at the glowiness. But that’s an autopsy scar. Des has an autopsy scar. That’s...

Desmond zips his hoodie back up, but everyone in the room is Very Confused. 

This is even more question-mark-inducing and raises about a billion questions; Did they do an autopsy on an alive person (for the sake of taunting the assassins)? Shaun and Becs wouldn’t put it past Abstergo; the Templars are messed up like that. 

Or… did Desmond genuinely die? And did Abstergo… bring him back somehow? 

Either way, Shaun’s mentally decided the “weird Isu clone of Desmond” idea is probably wrong because why would they autopsy a clone of a dead man?? makes no sense.  

There’s more long pauses of bewilderment before Rebecca makes the very good suggestion that they all have something to eat. So yeah, they eat, they’re chatting. It’s mostly basic stuff. They should definitely have all had medical checkups first, but they’re all very much too confused and in shock to do like… anything. 

It’s a bit awkward at one point (more awkward than the ENTIRE ordeal of seeing your dead friend again has been) because Shaun catches himself before telling Des a part of a story that involves secret Assassin crap and stops awkwardly. 

Desmond seems to catch on, and he’s like “I get it. Abstergo might have done something to me.” Made him a mole or a sleeper agent like Daniel Cross. 

Shaun and Becs feel really bad, but Desmond’s got this weird air of resignation about him. He understands. He knows he might be all messed up and controlled by Abstergo. That being said, the general resignation might just be pure shock at everything. A Lot Has Happened to him in a Very Short Span of Time (to him). 

They continue on chatting, mostly inane shit. Desmond asks if his parents are… still around. Shaun and Becs assure them they’re fine, though still fighting. Say a little about how William took Des’ death really hard, (no duh), and dropped out of the fight for a year. Only came back after finding out what Abstergo did to Des’ corpse (or… alive body???) -- tho the duo try to avoid saying what Abstergo did for now. 

However there’s another pause when Rebecca is, in very vague terms, explaining what happened in London in 2015. Rebecca starts telling Des what the Shroud is when she pauses and looks like she’s just solved some complicated code.

“I thought you were skipping the secret details?” Des asks.

“This isn’t that-- the Shroud heals people. Like, really fast,” Rebecca says.

Shaun gets where she’s going. “Ah... so say if someone got shot, it would heal almost immediately. And there would be no scar or visible wound afterwards.” 

Desmond takes a moment, and then he’s like “...you think I have the Shroud’s powers?” 

Now this doesn’t really solve any questions, and if anything creates more… but it adds something? Heck, this is all so confusing for everyone involved.

Anyways at some point they decide to actually all go to sleep. Galina’s still here btw, she also goes to sleep lol. Though before they do go to their own beds, Shaun and Becs have a quick chat about how weird this all is. Very Weird. 

Uh yeah so shrugging noises, Galina at some point the next day is assured the trio will be fine on their own and heads back to the city to investigate with unnamed Assassins. 

At some point they do actually do medical checkups lol, and comes up as, overall, Good. Desmond is pretty spritely for a dead guy. 

However they run into an issue: the DNA thingie just Isn’t Cooperating. It won’t sequence it. Probably definitely because they don’t have any tech that can get his wacked-up now-a-lot-more-isu DNA. But it also means they can’t check to see if he’s got the same DNA as he did. So yeah. 

For Rebecca and Shaun, it’s weird how quickly everything starts to feel like old times. As if they might be back in Monteriggioni, or the Temple, hiding out from the Abstergo and the Templars, as if the six year gap never happened. I mean- it’s not quite the same, obviously. Desmond glows now, and there’s always Something to remind them that they thought he was dead, that he was gone -- that something might be Wrong with him. 

Desmond’s, on the other hand, in this very awkward place. Aside from the fact he now has superpowers (which he doesn’t yet know the extent of), he’s also dealing with the fact he was supposedly dead for 6 years. That the world moved on without him and his friends haven’t seen him for six years. 2012 feels like days ago to him, not years. Shaun and Becs are very happy to have him back -- but Desmond didn’t know he was ever gone . So where they’re nostalgic for old times, he can’t help but only notice the differences? 

They need to find out what the heck happened in the 6 years they thought Des was dead. Seeing as the Abstergo facility that Desmond escaped from is -- funnily enough -- crawling with Abstergo agents that would very much like to get the three of them, (and that the trio has been told to lay low and try to go as dark as they can for now, while they all try to figure out what’s happening w Desmond) going back there to find crap out isn’t an option right now. So what Rebecca and Shaun are doing -- with a bit of help from Desmond, though he isn’t a tech guy or necessarily allowed to go into the Assassin database stuff yet -- is trying to scrounge up anything they can on Des and the missing six years.

They’re also slightly trying to work out some of Des’ powers, but they’re wary of him using them too much as Abstergo might pick up on whatever power traces he’s giving off. Shaun thinks Desmond definitely has a second PoE-based ability, and thinks it may be the Apple. 

One of the first nights, Desmond asks Shaun and Rebecca what they are going to do if Des turns out to be a sleeper or something. They can’t actually come up with an answer. 

Tbh, the search for info isn’t going brilliantly, even with two of the Assassin’s best searchers on the case. There are other assassins and PLENTY of Initiates looking for info across the world too -- Desmond just… coming back is a very big thing, and moreso is how he came back (ie all Isu-y). They haven’t heard any word from their mentor, Mr Miles senior, though. 

But then Rebecca has an idea! If Desmond’s conscious memory doesn’t know what happened, maybe his genetic memory does? Small issue: they don’t have an animus with them. So they ask for one ig lol. 

Anyways, they’re all chilling, researching, and trying to get to grips with the INSANE idea of EVERYTHING, ya know? Friendship hours. Catching up -- tho Des doesn’t have much to tell. There’s also emotional times!!! Shaun and Becs getting to say what they never had the chance to say while Des was alive, hugs, talking a little bit about the fact that his death (or “death”, perhaps) hit them Hard (though it’s difficult to talk about for all three). 

The first piece of the puzzle that they get isn’t from somewhere they expect. 

About a week after Desmond showed up (so after about 4-5 days of them being at the safehouse), Layla Hassan gets out of Atlantis. She’s just done the Trials via Kassandra and got the staff of Hermes Trismegistus (...in doing so, losing one teammate and gaining some anger issues. oops). Layla’s not that important yet. What is important right now is when she opened Atlantis.

Layla doesn’t have an exact time as to her opening the gates, but guess what happened very soon after the rough time she opened it? One Desmond Miles burst out of an Abstergo facility, glowing like your overly-dramatic neighbour’s Christmas lights display. 

So then this all just adds more mystery to the uh... Mystery™. Did opening Atlantis resurrect him? Did it give him these powers for some reason? If so, why?? The gang also find out/ the Assassins overall realise that opening Atlantis caused some weird powersurge in every PoE -- but if that caused some kind of surge in Desmond too, does that mean he’s a Piece of Eden now? He has the powers of at least one, PoE now, they know, so…? There are too many questions and nowhere near enough answers. 

The trio is itching to get out there and start investigating themselves -- but they’re told that there’s another assassin coming to join the three of them soon (it’s protocol to not say Who), before they start doing anything, and that they should wait for them. Also said Assassin is bringing one of them mini-animuses (animi? whatever; the one Layla has in ACOd) so they can do the genetic memory thing like Becs suggested. 

So I guess it’s time for more waiting, for whomever the assassin may be...

[pikahlua]

[PREDICTION] The Egg Will Explode: Deku’s gonna be possessed

Since we’re coming up on an OFA vestige conversation in the manga, I feel like I gotta throw this out there while I can. I’m gonna unify all the pieces I have collected about...let’s call it a sneaking suspicion about how something probably bad is gonna happen to our good boy Deku.

I think Deku’s the egg in the microwave, yo.

Season 5 and beyond (recent manga) spoilers below the cut.

I went back and looked at the Joint Training Arc to get hyped for season 5, and I noticed Lariat evoking some pretty interesting imagery in his description of One For All.

That’s an egg. He’s describing a fetus.

One For All is alive.

I mean, if you say, “Duh, we already know Deku’s possessed, he’s got all those vestiges inside him. We know OFA is alive. It’s a mixture of all their quirk factors being passed on,” I’d respond, “Well, yes, BUT NO.”

I think it goes further.

"You’re gonna be the one to complete One For All.”

COMPLETE.

OFA has some sort of ending zenith, a goal, a doomsday singularity point, if you will.

And we know OFA is storing something more than just “quirks.” We’ve been operating under the vague assumption that OFA stores up “the combined abilities and strength of everyone who ever used it.” But what does Monoma say about storage quirks?

OFA is stockpiling some resource to be used as energy. In theory, each OFA user should be USING UP that resource, like how Eri does. If All Might had some of that leftover stockpile after passing on OFA, that would explain why he could still use it after passing OFA on. So what is OFA accumulating at such a rate that none of its users could use it faster than it stockpiled?

Emotions.

OFA is stockpiling its users’ emotions.

That’s why Lariat says his quirk will be strongest with anger, and also why he says it’s so important that Deku maintains control of his heart.

What would happen if Deku loses control of his heart?

He’ll lose himself.

A deku is a wooden doll or puppet, often with no arms or legs. It’s colloquially an insult for a useless person. It sounds a little like the word dekiru which means “to be able to do,” which is a similar meaning to ganbaru or “to do one’s best.”

We’ve focused on the last two meanings of deku in the story until this point. The most the wooden doll concept has been referenced is ironic, because Deku has a tendency to destroy his arms and legs.

But people always focus on the “doll” part of that description, and never the “puppet” part. Dekus are used in kugutsu puppetry, and its practitioners were said to have used magic to control their puppets to perform.

What could be more useful than a puppet?

I really wonder what it is All Might and Bakugo respectively think they know about the fourth user. Because if One For All is a danger to its user, then the Danger Sense quirk could have picked up on that. It could have been going haywire over this imminent threat, and that’s why #4 died and/or passed on OFA to another.

I think the completion of One For All will result in the birth of some new consciousness that possesses Deku and uses him as a puppet to carry out its will. Whether or not Deku and this entity will side together remains to be seen. He and the entity may come to some understanding that allows them to work together. Personally, I think Deku will need to be saved from it at some point, whether it’s before or after they come to that understanding, I don’t know. But something like this could threaten Deku’s sense of self, could threaten to swallow him whole. Depending on how much he knows or just suspects, that could be why it freaks Bakugo out, and why he was so concerned about Deku’s lack of self-preservation, how “deep down, he doesn’t take himself into account,” (a shockingly apt choice of words, in this case).

So what the hell is this entity?

Well, there are two obvious options.

It could be AFO’s younger brother, the original OFA user. That seems like a really good guess, honestly, because it brings the centuries-long war fought by two undying ghost-parasites full-circle. Maybe it was even intentional on AFO’s part, because he seems really obsessed with his little brother, like he always wanted him to join his side. Hell, that’d finally give AFO some sympathetic character backstory, as deranged as it may be.

The other option? Well...

Is AFO’s little brother really the first OFA user?

Maybe it’s no accident these two are depicted on this page side-by-side like this, in this particular moment.

Maybe it’s no accident this is the next page...

AFO implanted OFA the quirk into his brother in an attempt to get him to join his cause, right?

If OFA the quirk is stockpiling emotions, maybe AFO implanted his brother with his own emotions, like a seed, an egg, hoping it would hatch someday and infect his brother with his own will and emotions, kind of like what he’s done with Tomura. Maybe Deku is bugged by AFO like this. Maybe Deku is unknowingly passing information along to AFO, making him the UA “traitor” without knowing it.

Maybe it’s even more insidious than that! If it’s just his emotions, maybe it’s more like an inception-scenario, designed to influence his brother to become evil like him. If that’s the case...

Deku’s got a demon sleeping inside him.

[love-amihan]

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IT’S MORE FUN IN THE PHILIPPINES // JJK

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collab with: @okakamaki

event: piliin mo ang pilipinas by @lumpiang-toge

warning: mention and photos of foods

disclaimer: photos used are not mine

amihan’s note: wow, i didn’t know y’all would like this series. you’re in for a ride tho, it’s gonna be wild and all over the place, hope all of you will stick until the end. i’ve established that it will consist of 5 parts plus there's a little surprise ;)) happy reading!

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jjk + filo tour guide!reader aka satoru hitting on you, every chance he gets

italics = speaking in japanese

megumi turns and looks at yuji who comes to a sudden halt with his rambling, you also look in yuji’s direction after not hearing his voice.

the rest of the group who got used to having the pink-haired voice as their background noise also turns and stares at him, wanting to know what’s possibly upsetting him that caused him to stop.

“i’m hungry” the boy in question utters out, the group groans at his statement except for the tall man beside you, he excitedly looks at you. you, on the other hand, look around confuse by what the boy just said.

“is there any restaurant nearby?” you look at him, wracking through your memory for any close by restaurants. you shake your head, “what i do know is a nearby street food that has lots of stalls.”

you gaze back at his beautiful ocean eyes, he nods at your words. he turns back to his friends, shrugging before looking back at you, “sure, let’s go there. there’s no harm in trying something new,” he ends his sentence with a smile.

arriving at the spot, it’s less crowded than usual, which is good because you want them to avoid busy crowds as much as possible, hence, fetching them early in the morning.

“alright, this is where the best street foods are being sold! this one here," you gesture at a stall, "has great sauce. the hotdog and fishball there is scrumptious! the kwek kwek there is the best because of the way they cook it.” you say pointing at different stalls.

yuji looks around with his eyes wide open, mouth watering from the divine smell of fried foods. “this is awesome!” he exclaim before dashing from one stall to another. you blink in disbelief, seeing the boy run at full speed, “..go wild.. i guess?” you state bit by bit, seeing them be in their own little bubble.

a quick visual of street foods from philippines;

their reaction is the total opposite of what you expected, you thought they would be hesitant on trying this, a lot of foreigners are not fond of street food, reason being it looks unsanitary for them.

good thing, this specific place is full of endless fried street food options. moving to the closest pair, you see yuta and toge buying one or two of all the food that’s on display. having them to-go instead of eating them right away, you raise a brow at this, the raven-haired sees you and smiles sweetly.

“we’re gonna do a taste test and rate which is the best one,” he explains, holding up a bag full of different foods. your mouth forms an ‘oh’ nodding in return, “there’s tables and chairs not far away from here, you can settle there,” you inform them while giving them the directions.

toge, who’s been busy picking their foods, notices you and gives you a little wave. you wave back smiling at him, he holds up a stick, three orange balls skewed in them, a well-known street food called kwek-kwek.

you hum, waiting for him to continue, “ano ang tawag…” (what do you call..) his filipino coming out a little bit wonky but it’s bearable, “sa mabilis na pagkain?” (a fast food?) you snort at his predictable joke but for the sake of entertaining him and not wasting his effort.

“what?” you fondly ask. “kwek-kwek!” (get it? it sounds like ‘quick’) you giggle at his delivery and ruffle his hair. toge basks in your affection, smiling smugly at satoru who’s staring at your direction with his eyes squinted.

yuta pipes in, it’s not fair that toge’s the only one who’s gonna be dubbed ‘funny,’ “alam mo ano mas mabilis?” (you know what’s faster?) you look back at yuta, with your mouth slightly hanging open, he can pass as a local with that flawless accent.

you cross your arms, smile getting wider, “hm, ano?” (hm, what?) yuta puffs out his chest, “sopas” (uhuh since it sounds like ‘so fast.’) you can’t help but double in laughter, you have heard those jokes for ages that you should be immune to it by now, yet, having them deliver it is different.

“i’ll go and check on the others, don’t get lost!” you squint your eyes at them while pointing at them with your index finger, the duo nods at your words diving to another stall to get another set of food. poor maki gets drag by the duo along the way, making her hold the foods they’ve gotten so far.

“woah woah, slow down” you dodge in time as yuji’s about to bump into you, he hums with his eyebrows up recognizing you, waving a bamboo skewer that used to have isaw (chicken intestine.) as much as you enjoy seeing yuji stuffing his face to his desire, you wonder if, “yuji, did you pay for those?” his munching stops.

he inhales deeply, looking at you with wide eyes, “don’t worry, i paid after him.” megumi assures after smacking yuji in the back of his head, nobara emerges from behind megumi, a single plastic cup in her hand.

“oh you don’t like the food here, miss nobara?” you sincerely ask her, she perks up at the mention of her name. “oh, no. it’s alright, just have a sensitive stomach ‘s all,” you nod, giving her a sympathetic smile.

the small crowd surrounding one stall caught your eyes. getting closer, you recognize the white hair that stands out and you can’t mistake him for others with that height of his.

that’s right, satoru attracts people wherever he goes, just like at this moment. the vendor happily fries more of his goods, thankful for the tall man in front of him. "oh y/n!” he calls you out from the crowd and motions for you to come closer.

as soon as you stand beside him, he drops the question he cannot seem to have an answer to, “why does it taste bland?" satoru turns facing you, squidball pierced in the bamboo stick he's holding.

"huh? but they have the best sauce here!" you exclaim. satoru shrugs at you, "it's bland" he deadpan, eating the squid ball, "where'd you even dipped it in?" satoru points at the clear brownish liquid that was lined up with the rest of the sauces.

your jaw drops at this, stifling a laugh in the process. you purse your lips covering your mouth while looking back at him, "what?" he whined, "honey, that was water… it’s for cleaning the ladles." satoru stops in his tracks looking at you in disbelief.

you can't hold back your laughter anymore, you clutch your stomach, enjoying the mishap he did. the little audience satoru gathered snickers along with you, murmuring to each other.

"beh, he's handsome na sana eh" (he’s handsome but..) one of the girls whispers, "but why is he like that??" she laughs, her friend whispering back, "i don't believe in 'nasayo na ang lahat' anymore, ambobo amp" (basically, that saying is describing someone as being perfect.)

after calming down from your fits of laughter, you look at his pouty face. "why would you even dip it there?” you pat his arm, trying to give him comfort. “what made you think that was a sauce?!" you shake your head at him.

satoru shrugs, panicking a little, "i dunno! it looked interesting and unique from the others so i thought it was gonna taste better!" you laugh at him remembering the face he made earlier, "that's not nice!" he grumbles, dipping his kikiam in the right container this time.

you’re peacefully eating with satoru when you see toge speed-walking, panic written all over his face, “yuta’s missing!” he immediately blurts out, he’s not even in front of you yet. you shove your cup in the trash, letting toge lead you where he last saw him.

meanwhile, poor yuta is having a hard time trying to find an escape with the chismosas. being the sweet boy he is, he does not want to come out rude after getting rope in their little huddle.

unfortunately for yuta, who just went to buy a drink for him and toge, is now stuck with them. “you know 'nak, the one who lives there?” the lady points at the big old house next to the sari-sari store, in which yuta nods, scared of what she’s about to say next.

“she’s an aswang!” she exaggerates her words, matching it with fancy ‘scary’ fingers, taunting the boy.

“they say she goes to other people’s houses and drinks their blood. especially the pregnant ladies!” now yuta is horrified because what kind of person drinks pregnant-woman-blood? oh yuta, sweetie...

“that’s why when you get a wife make sure to look after her so that no aswang will get to her okay?!” yuta nods, easily putting trust into her words. with full determination, “yes! i’ll do my best!” he squeaks out in fear and in all seriousness.

before he can be drag any further into their chismis, you finally get a sight of him. letting out a sigh of relief, you approach the group.

you smile at the titas (aunties) “pasintabi ho,” (excuse me,) you hold yuta’s hand and pull him out of the group, however, one of them has other plans.

she lightly taps on his shoulder, getting his attention. “can i possibly get your number, ‘nak?” (an endearment used by the eldery, translates; son/daughter) she sweetly asks, "i have a daughter around your age," she added.

you stop yourself from rolling your eyes and continue to pull him along to where the rest of the group are. the two girls huff, simultaneously hitting him in the head.

“you got us worried, idiot!” maki scoffs and crosses her arms fleeing the scene to return on whatever she was doing before, while toge glares at the direction where you two came.

with that little incident out of the way, you lead them to the real place that’s actually on their agenda for today. what the teens didn’t know is that you and satoru talked the night they landed, planning the island hopping.

its gonna be the highlight of this trip, which in your defense is what you prepare for the most, regardless, the mini disastrous jeepney ride and street food adventure you made them experience.

that’s why you’re here ‘souvenir shopping' but more like buying appropriate clothes and swimsuits, all they have on their suitcase are outfits that’s for fashion and nothing more.

“surprise!” satoru suddenly bursts out while opening the door to a store that sells shirts, swimsuits, and such. the group, even you, turn their head to the side in embarrassment, maki snatches nobara’s fan and hits satoru with it non-stop.

“ouch” satoru whines while pouting like a child, he strides towards you and points at maki, “she’s hurting me” you just shrug at him, “you deserved it.”

with your statement, maki smugly smiles at satoru and sticks her tongue out at him, linking arms with you to come and window shop with her while nobara follows behind, snickering at the man.

meanwhile, yuji’s eyes literally sparkles while staring at the display shirts, he points at them looking back at megumi, “you gotta be kidding me” he mutters as the pink-haired shakes his head, serious with his choice.

for visuals;

you stand by the counter, talking with the owner as the group rampages inside their store. you smile at them apologetically, hearing shouting from the background, “sensei! look at my shirt! it’s cool isn’t it?” yuji gestures at his ‘it’s more fun in the philippines’ shirt he has on top of his actual shirt.

“hai yuji-kun! you look amazing! let’s take a picture!” satoru snaps dozens of yuji’s pictures with his flash on. the boy enjoys the attention and went along, having a mini photoshoot. “he’s not even our teacher..” megumi mutters, “they share the same brain cell, don’t bother.” maki comments, patting him on the back.

yup, a long two weeks indeed.

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[greetings-and-salutations]

“There’s Two of You! That Makes So Much More Sense.”

Fred Weasley x oc

(soulmate au) Part 2

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: Fred Weasley’s been searching for his soulmate for what feels like ages. What happens when he finally finds out she’s been right next to him this whole time; Or rather, seated right next to his twin in potions?

soulmate au: On your 15th birthday the first words your soulmate will say to you appear as a tattoo on your wrist.

Warnings: cringey writing from my teens; a concerningly oblivious original character; Fred also being dumb; some purposefully messed up ages; swear words that I have starred; Seamus Finnigan again

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Harper Bell (OC)

Harper

“So, Katie says you’re trying out for the Quidditch team this year?” Dean asked, as he and Seamus walked with Harper out of the Great Hall. Harper nodded, excited to talk about something other than her soulmate tattoo and, of course, the ever present threat that was Sirius Black.

“Yeah, I figured with Alicia graduating and all...” Dean and Seamus seemed even more excited after the confirmation and Harper rolled her eyes as they finally entered the common room.

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up too high, boys. I still have to make the team.” She pointed out. Before either of them could respond, however, Harper’s sister joined the conversation.

“Don’t listen to her. She’ll definitely make the team. She’s been flying circles around me all summer.” Katie said. Harper blushed slightly at the praise from her sister before turning to the staircase leading up to the girls dormitory.

“I think I’m gonna turn in. We’ve all got a big day tomorrow.” She could hear Dean and Seamus complaining behind her, but she just laughed at their antics and offered them a wave and a “goodnight!” as she entered the familiar dorm room.

+++

It took Harper a moment to remember where she was when she woke up in her scarlet and gold four poster bed, but she smiled when she did. Today was the first day of her fifth year at Hogwarts. Harper squealed excitedly accidentally waking up just about everyone else in the room. She didn’t really care all that much though, as she rushed around, throwing on her uniform and tossing the last of her books into her bag.

“You are probably the only person who has ever been this awake on the first day.” Harper turned to Angelina Johnson with a polite smile as she brushed the kinks out of her hair.

“I’m excited.” She explained simply before rushing off to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

+++

“Harper, how the bloody he*l are you so energetic?” Seamus asked as she hopped down the stairs two at a time to meet the messily dressed, tired boys.

“It’s the first day of classes. Aren’t you the teensiest bit curious who we’ll have?” She asked as the began making their way to the Great Hall behind another group of Gryffindors that seemed just about as tired as Dean and Seamus.

“No.” Seamus said simply, whereas Dean’s response was a longer.

“Sure, we’re curious, Harp. But, I think what Seamus means it that we’d be a tad more curious if it wasn’t six thirty in the morning.” Harper rolled her eyes, but didn’t say anything as they kept on towards the promise of food and new timetables.

Fred

“Did you hear? Katie Bell’s sister is trying out for Chaser.” Lee said, trying to make small talk as he and the twins trudged down the stairs for breakfast. Fred’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Since when does Katie have a sister?” He asked, turning to his twin who seemed just as confused as he was.

“Since birth I’d expect. She’s in our year. I honestly don’t know how you haven’t met her yet.” Lee commented. Fred wracked his brain for any memory of the girl, but came up short. Huh... weird...

“At any rate, I expect she’ll be good. Katie seems to think so.” Lee said. Fred shrugged his shoulders.

“I guess we’ll find out.” He said as they finally reached the Great Hall, the smell of breakfast causing Fred’s grogginess to virtually disappear as his hunger took over.

“So, Fred, how goes the soulmate search?” Lee asked with a smirk before George could stop him. Fred sighed bitterly at the thought. He’d almost forgotten about that. Thanks, Lee...

“It’s going great! I met her last night and were getting married in June! How do you think it’s going, you git?” Fred responded sarcastically. Lee didn’t take his rudeness to heart though and just continued on.

“I’m sure she goes to Hogwarts. Kids are finding their soulmate around here all the time. It’s like some sort of magic, I’m telling ya...” Lee kept talking but Fred had long since stopped listening as his eyes were glued to something else.

“Lee, shut up for a second.” The boy stopped his rant and followed Fred’s gaze towards the door where a very pretty girl had just entered with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.

“Who is that?” He asked, temporarily forgetting that he was universally spoken for. He could hear the smirk in Lee’s voice when he answered.

“That’s Katie’s sister, Harper Bell.”

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[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.5 Sakamaki Laito [Track 2]

Original title: 滴り落ちる雫

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 5 Sakamaki Laito [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (12:18~26:35)

Seiyuu: Hirakawa Daisuke

Translator’s note: Honestly, I was already expecting this kind of reaction from Laito. He tends to see the positive in any situation, knowing how to get a kick out of it, so I figured he would enjoy getting to toy with the MC while she is suffering from amnesia. However, I assume fear will slowly start to settle in once he realizes that perhaps her memories might never come back and then we’ll get some quality A N G S T~ Also the bathroom scene is slowly becoming one of the most iconic happenings of the whole DL franchise. :p They just love repeating it or referring to it in all of his CDs. 

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Track 2: Water Drops Raining Down

*Drip drip*

“Nn...”

Laito wakes up.

“Why are we...in the bathroom? ...Uu...My head still...”

*Drip drip*

“...! B-Bitch-chan...!? Are you okay...? I wonder why we’re here...? For now, let’s return to our roー”

You flinch, scooting away.

“...Fufu...Is something wrong? Why are you moving away?”

You ask who he is. 

“...Haah!? What was gotten into you all of a sudden? I’m obvious your precious boyfriend, Laito-kun~? Are you still half-asleep perhaps? Or maybe you’re a little out of it because I sucked too much of your blood?”

Your eyes widen in shock.

“Nfufu~ ...What are you so surprised about? You’re well aware, aren’t you? ...That I’m a Vampire who goes crazy over your blood, that is~”

You try and run but Laito grabs hold of your arm.

*Rustle*

“Woah there...! Where are you going?”

You try and get away from him, making a fuss.

“Oh come on~ It isn’t like you to go rampant just because I grabbed your arm, Bitch-chan.”

You tell him to stop using that nickname. 

“...Eeeh~~? You’re going to complain about that now? I called you ‘Bitch-chan’ plenty of times before we went to bed as well, remember?”

You frown.

“Hm...Your reactions really are off. Did somebody do something to you after I lost consciousness, perhaps...?”

You shake your head.

“You don’t know anything? What do you mean...?”

You explain.

“...! Don’t tell me...Are you trying to tell me you’re suffering from memory loss? Do you really not remember anything? Like what happened earlier? Or who I am?”

You nod.

“No way...But why? You were completely normal up till now. ...! Could it be...Earlier...The double moon...Paraselene Syndrome? I see...So that’s why...Fufufu...Fufufufufu...Ahahaha! Nice! This is interesting! You made me worry for nothing~ I’m sure you’ll heal over time, in which case I might as well enjoy it while I can.”

You ask what he is talking about.

“Paraselene Syndrome. It’s the name of the disease you’ve been infected with. I suppose that’s why you were feeling under the weather tonight. You were affected because demon blood runs through your veins. Right now you’re seeing an illusion, and I have been caught up in it as well. ...I’m sure tonight will be a lot of fun. After all, right now you’re the old Bitch-chan from when we had only just met.”

You ask him for more details.

“Come on, we can keep the details for later. What’s important right now is that you’re suffering from amnesia, so we have to find a way to retrieve your memories. As far as I know, the only way to do so is by recreating any impactful memory within your mind. So why don’t we try anything which comes to mind~?”

You raise a brow.

“You know, all sorts of things? For example...I could show you a kind of pleasure which will blow your mind~?”

You look terrified of what he might do.

“...Nfu~ I’m really digging that reaction! It’s been a while! Nothing beats seeing you protest like that~ However, I’m gonna need you to behave for a bit now...”

*THUD*

“Aaah~ My bad~ Did that hurt? I might have gotten a little ahead of myself. An empty bathtub is just as hard as stone, isn’t it? Hang on tight, I’ll fill it up right away.”

Laito turns on the shower head.

*Pshhhhhhh*

“With water, of course~”

He starts pouring water on top of you.

“Mmh, exactly~ You gave the same reaction before. I’m starting to remember it clearly as well~ I did this to you in the past too. Cornering you in the bathroom, before spraying water on you while you were clothed. ...How does it feel? I repeated the same action, so have your memories returned?”

You shake your head.

“Fufu~ In that case...Shall I take it one step further~?”

He turns up the pressure.

*PSHHHHHH*

“How’s that? Does it feel good? Aaah~ I suppose it’s hard to breathe when the pressure is so strong, isn’t it? Haha...However, the expression you make while suffering is simply wonderful, you know? You get a kick out of the pain as well, don’t you~? I just can’t...get enough of that face you make! Give me a closer look...”

Laito places a hand on your cheek. 

“Aah...You’re so cold. No wonder you’re shivering. But rest assured, I’ll take my time to thoroughly warm you up now...”

You look at him in fear.

“Nfu~ No need to be so frightened. When you look at me like that, I only want to tease (1) you even more~ Honestly, I would have loved to start things off even more intense, but after seeing your face...I just want your blood so badly...I can’t hold back any longer...”

He bites you.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...Aah~ Aah...Your blood is so warm...This is the flavor which drives me crazy...~ ...Say? This is the first time you have your blood sucked after losing your memories, but have you started feeling good already, perhaps?”

You beg him to stop.

*Rustle rustle*

“Fufufu~ Why are you resisting? It’s only going to get even more fun from here on out, you know? There’s still so much more pain for you to experience~ Both pain...and mind-blowing pleasure. For example, when I sink my fangs into your ear...Haahn...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...Aah~ Say? It hurts even more than before, doesn’t it? But rest assured...You’ll be able to feel great in the end. ...Come on, let me hear more of your cries. In return, I’ll bite you even more...”

He continues sucking your blood.

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

You tell him to stop.

“...Ah. Listen up, Bitch-chan. You shouldn’t phrase it like that. When you want me to stop, you have to say ‘Please continue~!’, you know...~?”

You don’t respond.

“Are you sure you can just keep quiet? At this rate, I might just gobble your ear right up~ Haahn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

You beg him to continue, hoping it’ll have the opposite effect. 

“Mmh...Ah...Fufufu...Fufu~ Okay then. In that case, I’ll listen to your request...and keep going~ Haahn...”

You protest again.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Nfu~ ...Aah~ Fufu...Fufufu...Hahahaha! You’re a one-of-a-kind, Bitch-chan! You really are so gullible at heart! Or should I say you are good at enticing a man~? You are a natural at triggering the sadist in me. That side of you is so very ‘cute’ (2) as well, you know~? Aah...The damp clothes are sticking to your skin, making you look so very lascivious. Your shoulder, for example...is very nice...”

*Rustle*

“Aah~ Don’t move...See? The blood’s trickling down. What a waste...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Nn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Hah...Aaah~ It tastes like your blood. This delectable flavor which always makes me go crazy. Fufufu...Fufufu...! So you really are frightened. I wonder what I look like to you right now? I’m so very curious~ I’m very much enjoying the things we’re doing right now...You should try and enjoy it as well, or you’ll be missing out, you know? ーー Well, even though I say that, I know you will cry, protest and fight back. ...That’s fine. Fight back all you want! Including that part as well, I’ll make sure to enjoy this Paraselene Syndrome.”

You ask him why he is doing all of this.

“...Hm~? I mean, once the moon goes back to normal, your memories will return as well. Before that happens, I want to indulge in your old, hostile self~”

You doubt whether he is actually our boyfriend or not.

“Fufu...Eeeh~? Exactly. I am none other than your lover. I doubt you remember right now, but your usual self would happily join in with this kind of ‘fun’~ I simply want to make you feel amazing after all. And I’m enjoying it as well, so it’s a win-win situation, no?”

You puff out your cheeks.

“No need to get your panties in a knot like that~ You still haven’t been satisfied? In that case, I’ll make you feel even better, okay? Let us enjoy...the ultimate pleasure, you’ll barely believe it was real by the time you snap back to your senses. Haahn...”

Laito bites you once more.

*Gulp gulp*

*BZZZZZZZZZ*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) かわいがる or ‘kawaigaru’ usually means ‘to spoil’ or ‘to dote on’, however, the set phrase ‘かわいがってあげる’ is often used in a sarcastic way as well, meaning the exact opposite. 

(2) ‘Kawaii’ obviously means ‘cute’, but it can also have a hidden implication of ‘naive’, ‘innocent’ or ‘dependent’. 

[btxtreads]

Let Me Move You

CHAPTER SIX: MY TIME

↳ Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

↳ word count: 1.7k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: fluff???

Y/N gulped as she stood in front of the white building, hands fidgeting with the blazer of her school uniform. Her eyes fell to the boy with unkempt blonde hair by the glass doors, digging his foot on the cement floor—hands in his pockets and lips formed into a pout as he tilted his head up to the sky. His eyes darted around until it fell on her, shooting her a small smile before zoning out once more. Y/N pushed down her nerves and walked forward, shooting the boy another smile.

“Hi!”

The boy shot his head over to her, eyes blank before straightening up and smiling slightly.

“Hello.”

“By any chance, is this Choi Dance Company?”

The boy shot her a look before stepping aside and gesturing at the big banner behind him.

“I don’t know, is it?” The boy hummed.

“Ah.” Y/N winced, smiling as she wrung her hands. “Do you study here?”

“Yep.”

“Ah,” Y/N nodded awkwardly. “Do you, uh, know where I can find Choi Yeonjun?”

“Yep.” The boy answered, tilting his head. 

Y/N blinked, opening her mouth to reply before a loud voiced called out from inside the building. Another, much smaller, boy appeared with a bright smile as he shoved the doors open.

“Niki, I think we’re gonna have to take a little bit longer.” The other boy grinned.

“Why?”

“Heeseung-hyung forced Jay-hyung to take a shower. You know how long that would take.” The boy shrugged before turning over to the girl. “Oh, hello!”

“Sunoo, why—“ The blonde boy sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Did you at least tell them to hurry up?”

“Jay-hyung will probably move slower to annoy Heeseung-hyung. You know how it is.” The other boy shrugged.

“We’re gonna miss the movie!” the blonde, Niki, sighed angrily before turning back to Y/N. “Yeonjun-hyung has a class right now in room 5, third door down the left side of the hallway.”

Before Y/N could reply, the boy pulled the door open and stomped away—screaming Heeseung-hyung! Jay-hyung! at the top of his lungs. The other boy, Sunoo, just shot Y/N another bright grin, bowing down hastily before running after Niki. The girl sighed, running her hands through her hair before stepping into the building.

The school was well-kept. The white walls were decorated with lights and big block letters that said DANCING. The faint sound of pop music was playing on the overhead speakers at the reception. Tags indicating separate dance rooms were posted at the side of the entrance to a big hall, leading to a long strip of glass doors.

Finding room 5, Y/N peeked in to see a class of teenagers doing advanced and complicated dance moves. The loud boom of a song she heard on the radio resonated past the door. At the front of the room stood a tall man with pink hair and blonde highlights. His brown eyes were sharp, following each and every student as they moved. He crossed his arms, lips pouted in thought as the music blasted. He straightened up and spoke, pushing himself off the mirror and began walking around and clapping to the beat—mouth moving rapidly until his head shot over to the door. As he locked his eyes on the girl, his eyebrows raised.

“Shit,” Y/N cursed inwardly as the boy shook his head with a chuckle.

He glanced over at the clock on the wall and strode back over to the stereo. The music stopped and he said a few words before the teens rushed out of the door with their bags clutched in their hands.

“K-hyung, Hanbin-hyung, hurry!” A boy hissed as he rushed past. “We’re late for the movie—Niki’s gonna murder us!”

Y/N gasped as the boy accidentally bumped past her. Two boys followed out, the other one crying out to the rushing teen.

“Taki, slow down!” the other one cried, rushing past Y/N to chase the younger down. “Hanbin, come on!”

“Sorry about that,” the seond one, Hanbin, apologized, a bright smile on his face. “Niki and Taki really wanted to watch this movie.”

“Oh, it’s fine.” Y/N said, her eyes falling onto the pink-haired male inside the room who was immersed on fixing something in a drawer. “I, uh, think you’re friend is in the shower room with a Jay-hyung and a Heeseung-hyung.”

Hanbin nodded understandably, smiling and thanking her before rushing towards his friends. The pink haired boy inside turned his head over, locking gazes with the girl once more before smiling and waving her in. Y/N steeled her nerves and straightened out her hair and skirt as she stepped inside, eyes widening as the room was surprisingly cold.

“What brings you here?”

Y/N snapped her head towards the pink-haired boy, who was back in his previous position by the mirror. Instead of a sharp glare, his plump lips were now tilted up in an amused smirk—fox-like eyes full of mischief as he tilted his head and allowed his gazed to roam her face.

“Oh, uh—Hi. I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.” Y/N introduced, voice confident as she continued. “Are you Choi Yeonjun?“

“Yeah,” Yeonjun hummed, winking. “Are you signing up for a lesson?”

Before Y/N could reply, Yeonjun gave her a once-over with a smirk. 

“I hope so.” He hummed, tilting his head. “I wouldn’t mind spending a few days a week with you.”

Y/N felt her face burn red-hot as Yeonjun shot her a small wink. She blinked, wringing her hands once more before clearing her throat.

“Oh, uh, no. Not a lesson—but I was looking for you.”

Yeonjun suddenly stopped, eyes narrowing in hesitation.  His teasing smile dropped as he pushed himself off of the mirror. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he looked at the girl suspiciously.

“Were you?” He answered. “What can I help you with?”

Surprised by the cold tone, Y/N gaped as she looked back up at him.

“Well?”

“Well, uh, I’m starting a dance team and we’d love to have you as our choreograph—“

“No.” Yeonjun sighed, turning abruptly to open a nearby drawer once more.

Y/N blinked as he took a shirt and strolled over to a backpack at the back of the room, ignoring her altogether.

“Wait, but we’re joining the Hit It dance compe—“

“Not interested.”

“Will you let me finish—“

“No.” Yeonjun rolled his eyes, zipping up the backpack and making his way back to the drawers at the front of the room.

Y/N sighed as she followed behind him determinedly.

“Point number one, we are a budding dance team that—“

“Look,” Yeonjun sighed as rummaged through the drawers. “I’m not interested in dancing anymore.”

“You work in a dance school.” Y/N dead-panned as the boy turned to her with a sarcastic smile. “Besides we have strong determination and a will to win.”

“No thanks.” Yeonjun hummed once more, pulling a hoodie out of the drawer and pulling it on.

“I promise this will be worth your time,” Y/N sighed, willing herself to look away from the small patch of skin that appeared when his shirt rode up.

“Stop wasting my time.” Yeonjun quipped back making Y/N groan.

“Okay, fine. Point two—“

“You know, determination is nothing in dance. You need to have talent and skill.” Yeonjun said, turning over to the girl and giving her a once over. “Your posture sucks, you don’t even know how to explain a dance team, and you definitely seem like you don’t even know how to find a four-count.”

Y/N blinked in surprise as Yeonjun made his way back to the backpack, following him fiercely with an angry sigh.

“Look, this is your chance to bring yourself back in the game. It must have been hard for you after you got your injury.” Y/N explained, making the boy freeze. “It’s your chance to get over your trauma and recover—“

“Get out.”

Yeonjun turned to the girl with a glare. Y/N blinked in confusion.

“What?”

“Get out. I told you, I’m not dancing anymore, and I really don’t have time for this.”

Y/N clenched her jaw and crossed her arms. Yeonjun picks up his bag and starts to walk to the door before she huffed.

“Fine, we’ll go get someone else to choreograph, then.”

“Good. Now, get out of my studio.”

“When we do get someone else and inevitably win, you’ll find out and you’ll go crazy because you had a chance at fixing up your dance career, but didn’t.” Y/N smiled sarcastically.

She did a mocking bow as Yeonjun turned over to her, nodding over at him before walking past. Y/N heard him curse under his breath before a hand wrapped around her wrist to tug her back. She whirled around to be face-to-face with him, his steely glare set on her and setting her entire being on fire.

“You’re not a dancer—why is winning Hit It so important to you?”

“Honestly?” Y/N asked, pocketing her hands. “I need it for my college applications. I messed up and now my whole life plan depends on this competition.”

“Time to change plans, babe.” Yeonjun snorted. “Just quit.”

Y/N sighed, her eyes darting over to a chart on the wall next to the door.

Yeonjun’s Room 5 Class — Monday-Wednesday 4-5PM

He has a class tomorrow.

Y/N smiled with a shrug and an amused chuckle.

“I don’t quit, babe.” She replied back, tone mocking as she saluted him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait, tomorrow?” Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows.

Y/N didn’t reply as she walked over to the door and left, a parting salute as she shot him one last smile behind the glass door before stalking away and leaving him alone in the middle of the studio. Yeonjun’s gaze fell onto his schedule by the door, shaking his head with a chuckle. His phone suddenly rang loudly, making him jump as it broke the silence.

“Hey, Hi. What?” Yeonjun rushed out as he answered. “Yeah, I’m on my way.”

After a moment of hesitation and a determined girl leaving a lasting imprint on his mind, his quirked into a small grin as he closed the lights and made his way out.

“Hey, Tae?” He grinned, biting his lip as he leaned on the doorframe, watching the girl trot down the street. “By any chance, do you know anyone in your school named Y/N L/N?”

Maybe, just maybe, Choi Yeonjun finally found that something worth his time.

[dolls-self-ships]

One Thing You Can Taste

synopsis: Hades and Kassandra go on their first official date, but Hades is acting a bit different than usual. Almost like he’s.. *gasp* nervous. You heard it here folks, the big bad god of the underworld is nervous for a date.

ship: pomegranate seeds 🥀 (hades/kasssandra)

(fluff, flirting, a kiss happens, yea)

It wasn’t the ritziest place in Athens, but it was quite a nice restaurant. Kassandra had insisted that Hades didn’t blow too much on what was essentially their first official date. Sure they knew each other and had… something going on, but this was their first actual outing together. And so far, Kassandra had been doing most of the actual, well, dating.

“And then I said-“ Kassandra said through laughter, stopping when she noticed Hades still sitting rather stiffly, which was wildly out of character for his usual relaxed and flow-y self. She looked him up and down with concern. “-hey, you’re usually talking my ear off, I’ve been doing all the work since we got here. Where’s the sarcasm, the witty jokes you always have, what’s up?”

Hades blinked. “Me? Oh uh.. nothin’ nothin’ just.. uh..”

“Is something wrong?”

“Wrong? With me? Pfttt nooo ‘course not! I.. I..” Hades waved a hand, attempting to mask his embarrassment.

Kassandra raised a brow, clearly not buying his facade no matter how much he tried to brush it off. Hades saw this and sighed, his shoulders slopping in defeat.

“Okay.. uh.. l-look-“ he rested his elbows on the table, making a gesture with his hands. “-Iiii haven’t been on a real date.. in.. a while. Y’know I got the Underworld to run and I got all these plans for Olympus and well you get the jist” he fastly explained, trying to mask his nerves with a cool smile. “I’m uh.. heh, I’m a busy guy you know?”

The princess cheekily smiled, feeling like for once she had the upper hand. “So.. you’re nervous?”

A moment of anxiety struck him, with it clearly showing on his face until the god (what he thought was smoothly) attempted to recover but putting on a faux grin. Hades felt he couldn’t admit such a thing, he was a god, gods don’t get nervous. “Nervous? Aheh- well- ah-I-I don’t know about nervous maybe.. maybe outta practice sure but..”Hades trailed off, knowing his desperate clambering to keep his cool was not holding up, the princess saw right through him.

“Alright” he sighed out “you got me red-handed- or y’know I guess blue-handed”

Kassandra giggled, making Hades’s dead heart resurrect itself. “It’s okay.. I’m nervous too.. how would you rate yours? Like.. on a scale of one to ten?”

“Huh?”

“Just answer”

“Okay um… 7….” Hades looked between Kassandra and the floor “and a half”

Kassandra stifled a chuckle, tossing her hair back and leaning forward closer to Hades, looking up at him through her lashes (and simultaneously inciting a tingling feeling throughout the god’s chest and stomach). She really had no idea, because he’d never let her see it, but the princess had the Lord of the Dead himself wrapped around her little mortal finger.

“Alright, we’re gonna do this together. I want you to look around the room and just.. name 5 things you can see.”

Hades was about to ask why, but then realized this was his chance to swoop in and return to being his suave and savvy self. Pretending to look frazzled by glancing around and tapping his chin, he rambled on “oh uh.. gee I don’t know babe, that might be hard since the only thing I’m seeing in this joint right now is you aheh~” he slyly returned his glance to her, with one elbow on the table and the other resting on his hip, complete with his usual cheesy grin.

Kassandra tried to hold back the flustered and giddy feeling he gave her, but her reddened cheeks gave her away. “Hades, I’m serious.” She smirked.

Hades chuckled, putting his hands up in defence. “Alright alright alright” he mumbled “let’s see.. huh..” he glanced up, spotting a somewhat humorous sight from over Kassandras shoulder.

“That waiter guy’s got a paper straw stuck in his back collar” He pointed over to the scrawny young guy waiting tables, prompting Kassandra to glance over her shoulder and look. A snort escaped her throat.

“Should we tell him?”

Hades shrugged. “Nahhh he’ll figure it out. Or hey be stuck with it the rest of the night, who knows”

Kassandra put a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. “Okay, 4 more things, and they don’t.. have to be interesting by the way.”

Hades dipped his head in acknowledgment, scanning the room and pointing at really the first of anything he saw. “Hmmm alright, empty table, chairs… uh… artwork with a very suspicious stain on it, aandddd…” he drummed on the table, turning his head to the table. “Ah, menu. Boom, done, easy.”

Kassandra nodded. “Alright, good. Now list 4 things you can touch.”

Hades leaned back, still confused as to what exactly they were doing. “What is this what are we doing here, is this some sort of game orrr”

She shook her head. “Nope, not a game, just… something I do when I’m feeling a little on edge. Come on, let’s finish this. 4 more senses to go.”

Deciding to go with the flow on this one, even though he really didn’t see or understand how listing things that exist would help, he trusted Kass with this sort of thing.. you know.. feelings. They weren’t his bag but hers? She had the whole suitcase.

“Okayyy uhh.. 4 things I can…?”

“Touch.”

“Touch? Oh, well…” Hades’s expression quickly went from cutely confused to suitably sleazy as he slipped his hand underneath Kassandras’s, taking it while refusing to break eye contact with her. “there’s your… smooth skin” he drawled, using one finger to draw little patterns on her wrist and lower arm while gazing at the princess through hooded eyes. Hades then kissed the back of her hand for 3 looooong seconds before pulling back to see the princess’s pale skin glowing more and more red, which he thought was adorable. Hades casually leaned his arm on the table, taking a lock of Kassandras chestnut hair with his free hand, twirling one of the wispy strands around his finger. “your… soft hair hehehe”

Kassandra felt her breathing become short and her heart rate slowly start to pick up. She wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but she was a little embarrassed as they were kind of out in the open for anyone to see. And if her mother taught her anything, it was that getting all nice and cozy with someone in public was very unladylike.

“Hades, we’re in public.” She whispered, trying to sound stern but it just came out more coquettish than anything.

Hades’s hands retreated, next time, he hold himself as he tried to play it off smoothly. “Alright alright, um..” he let his hands rest on the table and started to feel around, gliding his palms over the smooth surface. “Oh this is some nice wood really smooth what is this mahogany? nice huh?”

Kassandra lifted her hand to feel the smooth surface, finding herself amused by how dramatically he was trying to hype up a table. But that’s just how he was, always trying to ‘sell’ something. “Mhm” she softly agreed. “Okay, one more thing.”

Hades sighed, leaning back trying to think of something. That’s when it hit him. “The chair.”

Kassandra smiled. “Perfect! Alright, what are 3 things you can… hear?”

Hades hummed, looking at the ceiling. “Well… there’s that loud fan that’s been kinda buzzing in my ear this whole time.” He and Kassandra let out a breathy chuckle after he said that.

“And all the people talking in this place is hard to miss dont cha think?”

The woman nodded, briefly glancing at said people before turning back to him. “Aaaanything else?? Just one more thing.”

“Hm.. well, just a second ago my ears were graced with the sound of your sweet sweet voice~”

Kassandra caved, letting out a girlish giggle as her head dipped. She was unable to contain the amount of butterflies he invoked in her. “Okay Romeo, who gave you professional smooth-talker lessons?”

Hades clicked his fingers, shooting her finger guns. “Years of practice, doll face.”

“mhmhm~ what are 2 things you can smell?”

Hades sat up straight, dramatically taking a deep inhale of the air around them. “Oh, mm, that’s a lot of ambrosia someone ordered. Might have to go over there, hah.” he sounded enticed, briefly thinking about how it would taste, which would be delicious as per usual.

Kassandra giggled, gods he was too much. She loved it.

Hades’s yellow-ish eyes trailed back to her, a softer grin curling on his face. “And your perfume.. mmm what is that that is just.. intoxicating~” he made a wafting motion with his hand, as if impersonating a wine taster.

Kassandra laughed, which for Hades, meant mission accomplished. He could listen to that laugh all day, all eternity even. It was like a warm symphony of sirens that rang in his ears.

“Okay.. last one.” She leaned forward, as if getting him ready for the news of his life.

“Hit me babe~”

“Mhm~ this ones tricky, but, what’s one thing you can taste?”

Taste. That one was tricky, they haven’t even gotten their food yet. However…. Hades got an idea.

“Taste huh?”

Kassandra nodded. A small gasp escaped her throat once she felt Hades’s hand slip up to cradle one side of her face. Her eyes darted back and forth between his hand and him.

“I could eh.. think of something..” Hades mumbled with a grin that was half dazed and half flirtatious. His words slipped away from him, too fixated on the princess’s full and.. smooth lips to concentrate on anything quick or witty to say like he usual did.

Kassandra was too breathless for words herself, she could feel her chest tighten as she glanced up and down Hades’s face, gods, he was handsome. Her eyes fluttered as they both leaned in slowly, and for a moment, the room felt quiet. Like they were the only two people there. And once their lips touched, oh, it was like fireworks had went off inside of both of them. Hades was sure he had melted the chair and some parts of the table at least a little by now. The kiss lasted for about 5 seconds before they both pulled away, a small squish noise emitting from both their lips as they separated. Hades missed the sweet taste of her lips already, and he couldn’t wait till later tonight when he could (hopefully) get another.

“Mm..” Hades moaned as if he had just a gourmet meal. “cherry, nnnnice~”

Kassandra, still a little flustered and dazed from the kiss, tilted her head. “Hm?”

“Your lipgloss”

Kassandra’s eyes widened as a wave of embarrassment washed over her. “Oh! Ha! Right. Um… of course…” she breathlessly chuckled as she adjusted herself in her seat, trying to sit up right once again.

Just in time for her, but less ideal for Hades, a posh sounding voice interrupted them.

“So sorry but, has this table been helped yet?”

Quickly, the princess began stammering, haphazardly looking between her date and the waiter that definitely just saw them almost make out in the middle of the restaurant.

And what would you know, it was the waiter with the paper straw in his collar.

“Ah,, y-yes, We’-we’re just waiting.” Kassandra declared politely, trying to mask her slight disappointment that their moment was now kind of ruined as she cleared her throat and looked at her lap, then back up at Hades.

The waiter smiled, “ah, very good.” And nodded before taking off.

Hades, despite his current gripes with that boy in particular for interrupting their little moment, stopped him in his tracks.

“Uh, hey! Kid, you uh.. got somethin stuck in your collar there.” Hades gestured with his fingers to his back, hoping that would get the message across.

The waiter hummed and reached behind him, pulling out the straw that had been stuck there. “Oh, uh, thank you, sir! That’s.. ha- embarrassing.” The now blushing waiter stammered, attempting to exit cooly with the straw still in his hand.

Hades chuckled. “You think he woulda felt that huh?”

Kassandra turned back to him, shrugging. “Yeah… I guess he was just too busy to notice.”

Hades nodded, turning his head and mumbling “not too busy to interrupt us though that’s for sure”

Kassandra gave him a look, to which Hades grinned with faux innocence, acting as if he had done nothing wrong. “Whaaat?”

“Hades, be nice.” She half-jokingly scolded him, if he was gonna be around her he’d have to get used to the whole ‘being kind to people’ thing. Again, no bag, her suitcase.

“Heyyyy I’m a saint! a cherub even” he innocently batted his eyes with a grin in likeness, hoping that’d get him to cute his way out of her disappointment.

And oh, it did, works like a charm every time. A melodic giggle escaped Kassandras throat.

A second of silence passed. “So… Wh-what was the point of that whole… senses thing we just did?” Hades asked with boyish curiosity.

Kassandra perked up, quite happy he actually seemed interested to know. “Oh, uh, it’s just an anxiety thing. I learnt about it in my years working with a doctor and phycologist, Hypocrities, he was hired by my mother for the kingdom at the time… do you know him?”

Hades’s eyebrows knitted together, remembering the time that doctor started curing actual dead people in his domain. DEAD PEOPLE. Ohh he knew him alright. “Yeah, yeah I’ve heard of the guy.”

Kassandra nodded. “It’s supposed to just.. remind yourself that you’re here, like, grounding.”

“Huh”

“So how do you feel now?”

Hades blinked, looking into the earnest eyes of the princess. He felt himself melting inside, his lips slipped into a rare, genuine smile. “Good, I.. I feel good.”

Kassandra beamed, happy to see he was feeling better now. “Great! I’m glad” her tone was so sweet it was like she actually spoke with little hearts at the end of her sentence.

Hades could tell this was gonna be a good first date.

[kaimelia]

Heartbeats (Ch 5)

a/n: hi! sorry for the delay with this...but it’s back!

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Amelia grimaced as she tied the back of her husband's hospital gown, wincing at the sight of his pale skin. He'd definitely lost weight, even if it had only been a few weeks since he started chemo. She sighed and dropped her hand from his back, lightly tracing down his spine as she did so. "You're feeling okay?" Link turned to face her.

"Not really." He sat down on the bed, running his hand over the neatly made sheets on the bed. Amelia crossed her arms as she watched him.

"So, we haven't really talked since our fight."

"Do we have time for this right now?" She cringed and looked down into her lap, where her hands were neatly folded over each other, her thumb absentmindedly running over the back of her hand. "Teddy said she would be coming in soon to examine me before surgery." Amelia nodded, grabbing her phone from her purse. She'd spent the past week sleeping in the guest room, avoiding any time where the two of them might be alone in fear of the fight that would break out between them.

"I'll bring Scout to come and visit after surgery. Once you're cleared, of course." Link smirked at his wife.

"As long as I don't look too scary," he muttered, pulling the thin blanket over his legs. "If there are too many wires, he might freak out and think I'm a robot now."

"I think he'll be fine. He kept asking me what parts of your body they're going to cut open; he's a pretty gruesome kid." They both laughed momentarily, freezing like statues when the door was pushed open.

"Hey, we just need to take some blood before surgery and examine you again," Teddy spoke, walking towards Link. He sat up and held his arm out. "Hopefully, the poking and prodding will stop soon," she joked, inserting a needle into his arm.

"I'm surprised I've got any left; it feels like someone comes in here to take blood every hour."

"Well, you're a pretty good sport." Teddy pulled off her gloves, closing the vial of blood and placing it down on her cart. "I'll send an intern to check on you in about an hour, and then I'll be here to take you up to surgery at noon." She rubbed Link's shoulder lightly in support before exiting the room, leaving Amelia to pull a stool over to the bed.

"I told my parents," he confessed, taking her hand in his. "They were really freaked out, my mom cried, and my dad went silent, so you've gotta keep them updated during surgery." Her free hand moved to the side of Link's face, and she kissed him slowly, pulling back and resting her forehead against his.

"Thank you. For telling them," she whispered. Link could feel the smile that was playing across her lips as he leaned up to kiss her again, his hand wrapping around her head to pull her down to him. "Mm," she moaned at the familiar feeling of her husband's lips on hers.

"I missed you." His voice was low as he pulled her closer to him, Amelia throwing one of her legs over his body on the hospital bed so she was straddling him.

"Oh, crap, I'll come back," a voice spoke from the doorway. The couple broke apart quickly, Amelia almost falling off the bed as she pulled back just for Link's hand to wrap around her back and catch her.

"Nico, I didn't realize you were coming," Link muttered, steadying his wife as she stood up. "Sorry, now is fine." The other orthopedic surgeon shook his head in amusement and approached Link, pulling his stethoscope from his neck.

"Your heart rate is elevated; any explanation for that?" Nico teased, pulling up the chart on the tablet. "But, everything looks fine. Surgery should only take about 4 hours, and I'll have Levi make sure to text you updates," he motioned towards Amelia. "And again. We're not looking for complete margins today; we're just hoping to remove enough of the cancer to stop it from spreading further around your body while you continue chemo."

"You say that like I haven't done this surgery myself," Link mused, grabbing Amelia's hand.

"It's different when you're the patient. I'm still required to explain everything in simple terms and make sure that you both understand." Nico entered the man's blood pressure into the tablet and shut it off. "Any questions?"

"Can I sign a DNR before surgery?" Amelia's jaw dropped, and her eyebrows rose up to the ceiling as she released her husband's hand.

"What?"

"I'll have a nurse bring that in for you," Nico muttered, quickly excusing himself from the room. The door locked shut, and Amelia made eye contact with Link.

"What is this about a DNR?" He sighed, scooching over in the bed to create space for her.

"Look, I've been doing a lot of thinking, and if anything happens, I don't want you to have to hold onto some tiny strand of hope that I might one day get better." Link watched a tear roll down her face. "Amelia, please don't cry. This surgery is just to remove some of the cancer; I'm not going to die during it. I just want to start making sure that everything will be taken care of if something does happen in the future."

"I just wish you had told me before. I need to know what's going on with everything, especially what you're thinking about."

"I called our lawyer and got my will in order. Mine hadn't been updated since the pandemic." He placed a hand under her chin, tilting her face to look at him. "Amelia, what you said the other week made me feel terrible. I haven't been checking in on you as much as I should be, and I know this is insanely difficult for you, too." She glanced down at his arm, her lips forming a pout. "So, I want to make sure that if everything goes to shit and something happens to me, you'll both be okay. Everything will be taken care of, and all you'll have to do is take care of each other."

"Link, please don't talk like that," Amelia nearly cried out, whimpering as she placed her hand on his chest. "I don't want to think about that, okay?" He dropped a kiss on the top of her head and brought her closer to his body.

"Okay, let's just lay here for a little while, okay? I'm not going anywhere, Amelia."

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"Schmitt says they'll be closing up soon," Meredith rubbed her hand up and down her sister's back. "He's alright, Amelia." The brunette pursed her lips, running her hands through her hair.

"Am I gonna freak out every time he has surgery? Cause they've got, like, three more planned as of now, and if this happens every time, I think I might have a heart attack."

"I was almost convinced you were going to have a panic attack for a minute there. We'll find some distractions or do some fancy breathing techniques." Amelia grinned and pulled her phone out of her pocket. "When are you heading home?"

"Uh, I'll wait for Link to wake up and stay with him a bit. Scout's a little terrified, though, so I'm gonna bring him tomorrow when Link looks less like a zombie." She dragged her fingers over the seams of the couch in the attendings' lounge, glancing up at her sister. "Thank you for staying with me."

"Of course."

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"Hey, look who's awake," Amelia whispered, cupping her husband's face with her hand. He smiled tiredly and brought his hand up to cover hers.

"Hey," his voice was hoarse as he spoke. "How did it go?"

"As planned, they got decent margins, and now you're sentenced back to chemo for the next few weeks." She sat down on the side of the bed. "How do you feel?"

"Like I just woke up from surgery, and I'm super high on painkillers," he muttered, a wider grin showing on his face. "How long until I can go home?"

"You've got a day or two here. I'm heading home in a bit to go comfort Scout; he's still not convinced that you're not dead, even though Maggie got him pizza and spent the afternoon with him explaining that surgery went fine." He nodded, holding an arm open.

"Come cuddle," he moaned tiredly, shoving his face back down into the pillow.

"I have to leave soon. You're not the only one I have to take care of here, just one of many men in my life," she teased, slowly easing herself down into his embrace. "Just for a little bit."

"Mm. I love you, Amelia."

"You are on so many painkillers," she joked, kissing his hand. "But, I love you too."

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"Mommy!" Amelia grinned and kneeled down to greet her son, her arms spread widely before she embraced him tightly, kissing the side of his head.

"Hey, Scout," she picked him up, balancing the boy on her hip. "How was your day with Aunt Maggie?" Amelia made eye contact with Maggie and grinned widely, mouthing a quick 'Thank you' before Maggie excused herself, brushing her hand over her sister's shoulder as a goodbye.

"We went to the park, and Aunt Maggie got ice cream for us!" She smiled and walked into the living room, her mouth dropping at the sight in front of her.

"And what is this?"

"We made a pillow fort!" She set Scout down and got onto her hands and knees, crawling into the entrance of the fort. Scout followed her in and grabbed the stuffed giraffe past the opening, clinging it to his chest and laying onto the floor that had been covered in pillows and blankets. "Is Daddy okay?"

"Yeah, didn't Aunt Maggie tell you? They cut into his chest," she reached over to tickle her son's chest, "and took out some of the cancer so that Daddy can feel better." He giggled as she continued to tickle him, rolling over in the small area. Once she stopped, Scout moved to cuddle into her side, tucking his giraffe in between them.

"When do I see Daddy?"

"Tomorrow, once he's recovered a bit from surgery." She glanced down at him to see him sucking on his thumb, a nervous habit he'd developed, and they'd tried hard to get rid of. "Hey, Daddy's okay," her voice fell to a whisper, and she pulled Scout closer to her body.

"It's scary when Daddy has surgery. I don't like it." Amelia sighed and looked up at the thin sheet creating a make-shift ceiling over them, letting in a bit of light from the kitchen.

"I know, it's scary for all of us, even for Daddy. But, no more surgery for a little while, now he's going to get more medicine." A quiet sniffle filled the space, and Amelia quickly moved her hand to brush through his hair. "Hey, you're feeling really scared?" He nodded his head with tears in his eyes, grabbing his giraffe again.

"I don't want Daddy to die." The mother pouted her lip out, her eyebrows furrowing as her son looked up at her.

"I promise that he's okay right now." She pulled up a blanket from near a wall of the fort and pulled it over them. "How about we sleep in here tonight? Just you and me, and tomorrow we'll go to visit Daddy." He nodded. "I'll be right here when you wake up, don't worry." Amelia stayed awake until she felt her son's breathing settle into a pattern and the familiar light snores coming from his mouth. "Goodnight," she whispered, closing her own eyes and allowing herself to finally relax for the first time that day.

[eideticmemory]

EVER SINCE NEW YORK II | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic.

PART 2! Read Part 1 here.

Soundtrack:

Maps - Maroon 5.

Me & Ur Ghost - Blackbear.

Keep You Close - Frenship.

Word Count: 3,341.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, substance use, a bit of angst.

Fall, Sophomore Year.

Tisch School of the Arts,

New York University.

New York City. 

“Okay, you know what?” You scoffed, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I give up. I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

Claire laughed from behind you, “You alright over there?”

“No,” you grumbled. You pressed down on the black frame, using all your might to make the command strip stick to the wall. Yet, when you stepped back, it would pop off of the surface, and your ballet poster was lopsided. It’d been a vicious cycle for 10 minutes. “This goddamn command strip won’t stick. What the fuck?” 

“Okay, grumpy, step away from the poster,” Claire ordered, grabbing onto your shoulders and escorting you to the center of the room. “The room looks great, [y/n], why are you so stressed?” 

“I am not stressed. I am frustrated, and those damn command strips aren’t cheap. I’m pissed.” 

“Okay, staples queen, tell you what,” she sighed. “I will go buy you a pack of command strips and personally mount the poster myself, okay?” 

You looked up at Claire, giving her a soft smile. “Did I win the roommate lottery or what?”

“Yeah, but better not say stuff like that too much. People are gonna start thinking we’re a different type of roommates.”

You laughed, and shook your head at her. 

“[y/n], what’s up?” Claire asked. “You’ve been moody as fuck ever since we moved back in for the semester. Classes haven’t even started yet and you’re moping around. What’s going on?”

Well, Claire, you thought. I’m glad you asked. I’m glad you brought it up, because I’ve been dying to talk about it for a while. You see, I fucked my mortal enemy, and it was so good that I did it a second time. And no, I’m not talking about my cinematography professor, I’m talking about Matthew. Gubler. I fucked Matthew Gubler. Yes, I know. Hell has frozen over. Because I hated him. I hate him. I think he’s awful. Especially since he thinks it’s okay to fuck someone, ignore their existence, fuck them again, ignore their existence, and then leave them with a vague ass note? 505. 505! I’ve looked up every possible meaning of 505 that there is. The song, urban dictionary, numerology. And I can’t figure the shit out. And it doesn’t help that Matthew didn’t say a word to me over summer break. I’m just lost and confused and I know you would understand and you would know what to do. 

But it’s Matthew. 

And I can’t tell anyone. Especially you. 

“Last semester was a royal disaster,” you sighed. “I just don’t wanna overwhelm myself again. Y’know with class, and shows, and parties. I wanna do right this semester, but it’s a little stressful. So, I’m a little stressed.” 

Claire looked at you for a long time, eyebrows lowered and her eyes scanning your face. She had a gut feeling that you were lying, but didn’t wanna be a bitch. So she bit her tongue. 

“Let’s go get something to eat,” she smiled. 

Classes started that following Monday. Your first lecture was at 10 o’clock. And you woke up at 10:15. Having showered the night before, you brushed your teeth, put on your outfit and fixed your hair all in ten minutes and hiked it across campus in 4 minutes. You rushed up to the classroom door, and entered the lecture very calmly. People were scattered about in the auditorium, some towards the sides, a lot front and center. But only one person sitting in the very back row.

Matthew. 

Too occupied with explaining yourself to your professor, you didn’t notice Matthew until a few minutes after entering. You refused to make eye contact with him, nervously staring at your feet as you walked over to him. And took a seat at his side. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.” 

Those were the only words spoken for an hour and fifteen minutes. However, within 10 minutes of seeing you again, Matthew began to rub your thigh. His fingers grazed the top of your leg, slowly but surely making their way to your inner thigh. You held your breath, staring up at the professor the whole time and pretending to take notes. 

When Matthew’s fingers pressed against your clit, you almost gasped. But you kept your mouth shut, stifling the sound. He smirked to himself, only glancing at you when you were too shaken up to notice. You propped up the screen of your laptop, hiding your face behind it so you could let out quiet moans. You were so sensitive, and very glad that you wore a skirt to class. 

Matthew’s fingers slid your panties to the side and made skin to skin contact with your clit, applying pressure as he rubbed you. You exhaled for a long time, swear words wanting to fly out of your mouth instead. The professor’s words drowned out a long time ago, and at this point you didn’t care. You just needed to come. 

Matthew remembered the way you liked to be touched, he had to. Because he was able to bring you to the edge so quickly, it was insane. You clenched your thighs around his wrist to signal your nearing release, and he grinned. 

You rested your head on the keyboard of your laptop, hiding from everyone as you came. Your jaw dropped, and you had to stop yourself from groaning too loudly. Matthew removed his hand from under your skirt. He sucked on the tips of his fingers, just to get the taste of you on his tongue. Then, with only 2 minutes left in class, he packed up his stuff and walked out.

You should’ve dropped the class. At the very least, sat somewhere else. But you didn’t. You stayed in that course. With Matthew. In the back row. And wore skirts every other day for a month. Some days he would repeat the action, and some days he wouldn’t. It was like he could tell how desperate you were each time. And if you were really desperate, he simply didn’t touch you. It sucked, but it kept you on your toes. 

He missed class one day, and to cope, you had a dream about him that night. You imagined him using his mouth on you, in an empty lecture hall, bending you over the desk, making you come. When you woke up, you were in a cold sweat. You couldn’t believe you were having thoughts like this about Matthew Gubler. But you were. 

You hopped out of bed, put on your slippers, and left the room to go to the vending machines. Holding a soda and some candy, you walked back to your dorm room silently. Alerted by the sound of footsteps, you turned your head down the hall to see Claire walking out of someone’s room. She noticed you and rushed up to you with a big smile. 

“Hey!” She beamed. “What are you doing up?”

“Oh, uh, I couldn’t sleep. Where you been?”

She sighed happily, “I’ve been doing adult things, [y/n], I cannot lie.” She wrapped her arm around your shoulder as you both walked to your room. “I’m in love, kid. It’s crazy.”

“You’re in love? With who?”

“Ah, that will soon be revealed, my dear [y/n].” 

That weekend, you two invited everyone to come hang out at your dorm. Someone was able to swipe some liquor, and it was a party. A handful of people, getting a little tipsy, music in the background. Claire insisted Matthew be invited, but you weren’t expecting him to show up. But of course, he did. Because he’s a nuisance. 

He laid down on Claire’s bed and she sat beside him, the two of them quickly joining the conversation at hand. You tried not to look like a kicked puppy, tried not to pout, to sulk, to watch. But inch by inch, second by second, Claire moved closer to Matthew, until by the end of the night, her head was on his chest. 

That Monday, you sat in the front of the class. 

And every class after that for the next month. 

Missing your daily release, you became cranky and nasty and moody. You didn’t mean to, but that’s how it happened. To help you get over the nagging feeling, you went out one Saturday night. A group of friends dragged you along to a dorm party in the next building over. You used it as an excuse to dress up, ignore your homework and get some fresh air. In a tight purple dress, you walked into the booming dorm. It was packed, smelled like booze and filled with heat. 

A cup of vodka in your hand, it wasn’t until about two hours in that you realized you didn’t want to party. You sat on the couch the whole time, fiddling with your hands and the hem of your dress. You’d drank an entire solo cup of alcohol by then, and you were starting to get tired. Your friends had gotten lost a long time ago, and you knew it was fruitless to look for them. So, you picked yourself up and started to head for the exit. 

“[y/n]!” 

You turned around to see a guy walking towards you. Jonathan. “Hey, John, what the hell is going on?” You asked, noticing him supporting another guy on his shoulder. His friend was a drunken, sloppy mess, and could barely stand.

“Our boy Steve here had a little too much to drink,” John replied. “I’m taking him back to his room. You going back to your place?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I am.”

“Okay, do you mind helping me with him? Please? I’ll give you a dollar.”

You laughed, shook your head and put your arm around Steve’s waist. “Ooh, a dollar! Sounds exciting.” 

It was cold, and you shivered on the way back to your dorm building. Steve only lived down the hall from you, so helping wasn’t too far out of the way for you. John used Steve’s key to let the three of you into Steve’s suite, guiding both of you to Steve’s room. 

You both worked together to lay Steve down on his mattress. You covered him with his blanket. 

“You’re a lifesaver,” John told you. “We both are actually.”

“Maybe we should start a business. We escort drunk people home for a small fee of $100.”

He laughed, “I’m in as long as you dress like that every time.”

You blushed, and ducked your head down to hide it. 

“What’s going on in here?” A voice called to you two. 

You looked up at the threshold to see Matthew standing there, looking sleepy, disheveled, shirtless, and beautiful. 

“Hey, Gube,” John greeted. “[y/n] and I were just dropping Steve off. Kid couldn’t  hold his liquor.” 

Matthew scoffed, “You could’ve left him there. Let him get dicks drawn on his face.”

“Well, aren’t you full of love?” John laughed. “No, seriously, I’ve gotta text Lindsey and let her know I’m staying in for tonight.” He padded at his pocket, followed by a loud groan, “Fuck, I left my phone at the party. Fuck me.” 

“That’s a higher power trying to tell you that you need to stay out longer,” Matthew said. 

John smirked at him, “You’re right. Wonderful insight, Gubler.”

John walked out of the door, heading for the exit, and you followed him, avoiding eye contact with Matthew. As the two of you approached the front door, you froze. John exited the suite, not noticing that he was leaving you behind. And you would’ve moved if you had the power. 

Hanging on the door of the suite was the room number: 505.

Your breath caught in your throat. 505. The room number. The room number of the suite you saw Claire leaving that day. 505.

“What took you so long?” Matthew asked, standing behind you. 

You released your breath, goosebumps crawling on your skin as you felt him get closer to you. Your heart raced, your body trembled. You had a physical response to being near this boy. It was intense. 

“I’m not doing this, Matthew,” you whispered. 

“Doing what? We’re just talking.”

You turned around to face him, suddenly very angry, “No! You know what I’m talking about! You know what I’m talking about! And it’s gone on for long enough, Matthew. I’m out!” You kept your voice quiet, but still aggressive. You turned to exit the dorm, but he grabbed onto your waist and pulled you into him. 

“Listen, Princess Peach,” he said.

“Fuck you—“

“Listen. I don’t know what your deal is, but I do know that I miss you—“

“You’re full of shit. You just wanna fuck.”

“That’s what I said. I miss you. I mean, for such a short person, your pussy packs a punch.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Face it,” he murmured. “You may hate me, but your pussy doesn’t.”

Your body melted into his at the sound of his voice. The feeling of his hands running down your body, landing on your thigh. “Just admit it. Or tell me to stop.” His fingers trailed under your dress, the tips grazing you through your panties. Your head rolled back at the gentle touch and he took that as an invitation to kiss your neck. 

“Cmon, shortcake, tell me to stop,” he mumbled. “Tell me to stop.” 

You responded by wrapping your hands around his throat, using all your strength to push him out the living room couch. He chuckled under his breath, stumbling back onto the cushion and pulling you into his lap. 

“Oh, you gonna choke me?” He asked, his voice coming out strained. “Okay, princess, you hate me so much? You can’t stand me?” He pushed his pants down to reveal his erection. “Fuck me like it then.” 

You crashed your lips onto his and pushed him back onto the couch, reaching down to grab his cock. You pulled your panties to the side and teased him against your core, moaning as his tip rubbed against your clit. You sank down onto his dick, feet pressed into the couch, hands holding his neck. 

He stared up at you as you fucked him — fast and careless. Swear words fell off of his lips uncontrollably, his hands pawing at your breast. Your boobs fit perfectly in his palm and he was obsessed. He had to bite down on his bottom lip to stay quiet, grunting into his mouth. 

“F-fuck,” he panted. “Wait, wait.” 

You leaned in and kissed him roughly, grinding your hips against his. You made sure to stay silent, giving no indication that you were experiencing so much pleasure. 

“H-hey — shit, fuck,” he groaned. “Wait.”

Matthew placed his hands on your ass, his eyes closed tight, his body tensing up as you rode him into the wall. “Oh, fuck!” He exclaimed, and lifted you off of his cock. Quickly, just in time for him to release all over his stomach. He panted, he quivered, he mumbled soft, dirty words. Whispered something about you. 

As pretty a sight as it was, you refused to sit there and stare. So, you stood up, pulled the hem of your dress down. And this time, you left. Not a word said. Nothing. 

Matthew followed you on instagram that night. You didn’t accept the request for a week, and when you did, you didn’t follow him back. He tried to add you on snapchat, but you declined it. You continued to sit far away from him in class, giving him no access. He brought you a drink at a party once and you asked for water instead. When he returned with the water, you had already left. 

He had met his match. You dominated him, successfully, fearlessly, and without even trying. He wanted more. But you liked to watch him so squirm, so you didn’t give in. 

Christmas break rolled around, and instead of focusing on the actual holiday, you and your friends planned your first spring break vacation. A group of you would head to South Beach for the week, and stay at a relative’s beach house. 

You sat on your bed, trying to map out the cost of the trip. “So it’s me, you, the four of them...Claire, are you listening to me?”

“Is this a good Christmas gift for Matthew?” 

You turned your head to her quickly, “Huh?” 

“This,” she held up the book - The Magic Encyclopedia. “You think Matthew will like it?”

“Claire,” you sighed. “What are you doing?” 

“What do you mean?”

“What are you doing simping over this boy? Buying him gifts? This isn’t you, Claire.”

“Leave me alone, [y/n], okay? We’re just friends. And he told me he bought me a gift so I got him one. Jeez, do you have to hate him so much?” She pouted, dropping the book into a gift bag. 

“Um, actually, yeah I do,” you nodded. “He’s a dick.”

A knock rang at the door, and as Claire hopped up, she pointed her finger at you, “That’s him. Do not pick a fight.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to planning. Matthew stepped into the room, carrying a bag in one hand. He used his other hand to cup Claire’s face and give her a small kiss on the cheek. “Santa Claus is here!” He exclaimed. 

“Gimme, gimme, gimme!” Claire pleaded, reaching for the gift bag. 

“Wow, Claire, I’m hurt. You’re so materialistic.” He chuckled. 

“Oh, please, Gube,” she scoffed. “Give me my gift.”

“Okay,” he reached into the bag and pulled out a small box, wrapped into festive paper. “I got this for you, Claire,” he handed her the box. “And I even got something for your roommate here.”

You picked your head up, face ridden with confusion. Matthew licked his lips as he held the gift out to you, “I saw it and I couldn’t help myself. Merry Christmas, short stack.” 

“Aw, Gube!” Claire squealed. Matthew let her tuck herself under his arm and hug him. “You’re so sweet.”

You stared at the tiny box in your hands, feeling it’s weight. “Thanks...” you whispered.

“Here, open what I got you,” Claired ordered Matthew, stepping over to her bed and grabbing the gift bag. She handed it to him with a wide smile, and giggled as he reached inside. 

“Wow!” He cheered, holding the book in his hand. “Holy shit, Claire. This is incredible, thank you!”

“I knew how much you wanted that book so I remembered to get it,” she said. “So, I hope your gift for me is as impressive.”

“It is.”

As the two of them spoke, you opened up your own gift, quietly, hiding it behind your pillow. Claire unwrapped Matthew’s gift, and squealed. “Shut up! Where did you find this film?”

“Amazon!” he replied. “That fancy camera of yours only takes a certain type of film so I wanted you to be stocked.”

You pulled the item out of the box, focused on figuring out what it was. It was cold, metallic, and shone under the light as it was revealed. 

“Oh, Gube!” Claire pulled him into a hug. “This is incredible!”

It was an antique. A silver polished miniature  ballerina, perched on a pedestal. There was a knob on the side, and when turned, the ballerina twirled. It was precious. 

You looked over at Matthew and Claire, watching as they broke out of their hug and looked at each other. “I expect a bunch of pictures when I get back,” he told her, backing out of the room. 

“And I expect a professional magician,” she winked. Yuck. Claire turned her head to you after Matthew left, grinning, “What’d he get you?” 

You quickly pushed the ballerina back in the box, shaking your head. “Socks. Mismatched socks. Very funny.” You replied. 

She giggled, “But hey, a gift! That’s growth!”

“Yeah, whatever,” you grumbled. 

“Matthew’s great,” She said. “You’ll get to know him better soon, since he’s coming to the beach with us.”

“He’s what?”

[PART 3.]

[thedumpsterqueen]

Standards of Performance, Chapter 7: Hangovers and Confrontations

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

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I’ve been crazy busy this week, so this one is a bit short, I’m sorry! Thank you for your kind, complimentary, and h*rny thoughts in my messages this week. They truly keep me going. Big shoutout, also, to the few people that have messaged me angry about how long it’s taking Hotch and reader to get together - you had ample warning I was gonna drag this out ;) Final bit of business: there will be no chapter next Friday. I’m going to take the next two weeks to get ahead on writing so I’m not panicking when the content starts to get longer and more ~intense~. I’m sorry for that :( Thank you so much for your continued support, truly. You’re all amazing. Lastly - shoutout to @honeyshores for your advice on this one <3

Summary:  You’re the BAU’s newest intern, desperate to prove yourself amongst an established team of much more experienced profilers. Agent Hotchner, the seemingly infallible team leader, sets strict expectations for your performance. He commands your respect without even trying, but is there something more to your relationship than a simple desire to impress your stony-faced boss?

Chapter Summary: You try to determine whether it's the hangover or Hotch causing more of your headache. 

Words: 2320

Rating: Explicit, 18+. Warnings on AO3.

Pairings: Hotch x Reader, Hotch x You

Your phone’s ringtone blared into your ear, waking you up from a dreamless sleep. Opening it to check the notification, you groaned at the bright light emitting from the screen. Upon seeing it was a text from Hotch, all traces of unconsciousness dissipated, and you sat up in bed, head pounding.

Ok, so you were really fucking hungover.

After Hotch freaked out on you last night and you ditched Cooper, you’d made it your mission to have fun with the rest of the team, which involved you buying everyone many more drinks. It worked - you didn’t leave until 2 am - but you were about to pay the price, because Hotch apparently wanted everyone at the office in 30 minutes. You checked the time.

7:00 am.

If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he was doing this on purpose.

You showered and threw on a dress, praying the commute to the BAU would give the 3 ibuprofen currently digesting in your otherwise empty stomach time to work.

  It didn’t - in fact, it just provided ample time for the nausea to set in. But by the haggard looks everyone else was shooting as they settled into the meeting room, they seemed to be in the same boat. 

Garcia, wearing massive sunglasses and laying on the couch in the corner, spoke first. “I threw up in the shower this morning.”

Morgan raised his head out of his crossed arms on the table, probably about to make some quip about Garcia and showers, but seemed to think better of being upright and laid his head back down with a grunt. 

“I feel great,” Reid said with a smile, prompting groans out of everyone, including yourself.

“That’s because you had like, 3 drinks.” JJ said. “And 2 of them were beer.”

“It’s also because I drank an appropriate amount of water. Did you know if you consume 8 ounces of water with each alcoholic drink, you can reduce the incidence of hangovers by-”

“Kid,” Rossi interrupted, taking a break from gulping down a massive mug of coffee. “Know your audience.”

“Everyone here?” Hotch asked, walking in and flicking on the lights, which earned him a collective hiss from the rest of the team. His shock at the reaction quickly turned to faint amusement. “More importantly, is everyone capable of working today without throwing up in a trashcan?”

“I’ll do my best, Sir, but I make no promises,” said Garcia, who definitely looked the worst for wear.

“Well, good, because Internal Affairs requested the Use of Deadly Force reviews early this year.”

Another groan from everyone, with the exception of you, who had no idea what reports he was referring to. As if reading your mind, Hotch turned to you and explained, “Use of Deadly Force reviews are required reports we fill out annually in which we analyze and justify every situation where deadly force was used against a subject. I know you weren’t here for most of these, but you can still help type them up, and it’ll be helpful to go over the cases for your learning.”

You nodded, not thrilled to watch the team dredge up the worst moments of the past year, but thrilled that today’s task didn’t require you to move from your chair. Hotch slid a box of files onto the table, reminded you all that he’d be in his office if you needed anything, and took his leave.

“Doesn’t he have to go over these with us, seeing as…” you trailed off, unsure how to speculate that Hotch was probably the one to take the shot in at least half of these cases.

Morgan knew what you were trying to say. “He goes over them before we submit the reports to Internal Affairs.” He grabbed the top file from the box and grimaced. “The Toelle case, man, remember that one?”

Prentiss sighed and rubbed her temples. “Just when I thought I might get through the day without losing my breakfast.”

  ____________

  You pushed your laptop away and slouched back into your chair. “I need a break.”

It was a miracle you’d made it to this point, honestly - your headache was now raging despite pain relievers, and you’d spent half the day meticulously poring over the actions of some of the BAU’s most gruesome killers. (Prentiss was right - the Toelle file had been enough to make everyone, even Reid, turn a little green).

“You doing alright, kiddo?” Rossi asked, peering over the file he was reading.

“Just hungover. Went a little harder than I expected to, ya know?”

“What happened with Hotch last night?” Reid asked.

“Reid!” JJ admonished. 

Morgan shrugged. “Hey, we’re all thinking it. We saw him drag you outside, then he stormed back in and left. How’d you manage to piss him off so bad?”

“I’m surprised you noticed anything. You were pretty occupied,” Rossi said, raising his eyebrows towards Garcia, who flushed scarlet. 

You laughed and sent a silent thank you to Rossi for taking the heat off of you. 

“He just told me the guy I was dancing with was on coke and that I shouldn’t hang out with him.” You shrugged. “It was weird and I kinda freaked out on him at first, but I guess he was right.”

That didn’t get the nonchalant response you expected - everyone looked just as confused as you were when Hotch had initially approached you.

“Wait, hold on,” Prentiss said, sitting forward. “He told you not to dance with that guy because he was on drugs?”

“Yeah,” you replied, “He said after Garcia got attacked by that one man, everyone on the team needs to be more careful about who they associate with. Is that not… the case…?”

You trailed off, because judging by the looks the rest of the team were exchanging, it definitely wasn’t .

JJ shook her head. “Hotch has never really cared what we do in our private lives unless it affects our job.”

“Yeah, like remember that time you dated Will for a year without telling us and we had to pretend we didn’t know?” Prentiss asked, grinning.

“Or that time you hooked up with the mail guy and you made us sign for your packages for the next month?” Morgan ribbed back at Prentiss.

“I was drunk -”

“I think you should talk to Aaron,” Rossi suggested gently over what was quickly becoming a team debate over who had the craziest love life.

Still reeling over the knowledge that Hotch’s erratic behavior towards you wasn’t merely some standard attempt to keep the team safe, you nodded and stood.

It was time for some answers, god damn it.

  The righteous indignation that spurred you towards Hotch’s office was quickly being replaced by nervousness as you neared. You considered turning back, but you were sure he heard you stomping down the hall, and you weren’t trying to make a habit of awkwardly hesitating outside like you had at his apartment. Despite his door being ajar, you knocked gently, and he looked up from his standard mound of paperwork and nodded. 

“Come in.”

You obliged and sat down across the desk from him, twiddling your fingers. He waited for you to speak, never one to opt out of awkward silence.

“I think we should talk about what happened last night. Sir.”

He cocked his head slightly, setting down his pen and folding his hands in front of him.

“What are you referring to?”

You hated how he did this - it was an interrogation tactic, you knew that. He’d make the subject describe a situation with which both parties were clearly familiar to get their interpretation of events, which was usually very telling. And, more importantly, it made them uncomfortable.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m referring to you pulling me away from the group and telling me not to dance with that guy at the club.”

Hotch sighed and picked his pen back up, scanning his paperwork, making it very clear he felt this conversation wasn’t worth his time. “I explained my reasoning last night. If you take issue with the standards I expect of my team outside of the office-”

“But you don’t,” you blurted out, cutting him off.

“Don’t what?” he asked, now looking at you.

“Don’t expect that of your team,” you explained. “I talked to them about it just now. They said you’ve never acted that way before.”

“Their interpretation of events may be different-”

“It’s not their interpretation,” you interrupted for the second time. “They told me about all their dating escapades and you’ve never made it your business, not once. Why am I different to you?”

You hadn’t intended that last part to come out the way it did, and you cringed at the vulnerability in your tone. He was silent for one, two seconds, and you knew then he was making a decision, that the answer to your question wasn’t the simple truth he’d projected it to be.

“You’re the youngest member of the team, and the least experienced. I feel a responsibility to make sure you don’t make any decisions that you may regret. I’m sorry if you felt I was out of line.”

The detachment in his tone felt like a punch to the gut. Some part of you had been secretly wishing, you supposed, that his actions betrayed something deeper - that you were different to him, and not just because you were young and naive. And when the team had reacted the way they did, you’d gotten your hopes up that it had meant something. Just like him telling you about his past. Just like him killing Matthews. Just like… it didn’t matter . Even if he had been lying just now, it wouldn’t have changed anything. He wasn’t letting you in because he didn’t want to. You’d overestimated your significance in his life, but in reality, you were probably no more than a blip on his radar. Hotch was the sun, the central point to which everyone around him was drawn, and you were a lonely, distant planet that had somehow convinced yourself you were close enough to have gotten burned. 

Choking back undeserved tears, you left his office, fighting the bile that was finally rising from your stomach, realizing that this was about to be the second time in as many days that your feelings for him had made you puke.

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  When Matthews lunged at you, he hadn’t spared a thought, not a moment for consideration before breaking his neck. He knew, even as he felt the vertebra detach from its seat in the base of the skull, that there had been other paths - not that killing him was unrequited, of course, but it was a last-resort type of action, and Hotch had never been a last-resort type of man. Morgan hadn’t questioned it, not beyond a hushed, “You good?” after the whole thing went down, but he could sense his shock at the fact that Hotch was the one to go straight for lethality.

And your reaction - that was what kept him awake at night. Not killing the suspect; it was a sick truth, but he’d killed far too many people by now to have that same nauseous, horrified reaction he did the first few times. No, it was the way you looked at him afterwards. He’d expected shock, panic - hell, even complete disgust - but you’d looked at him like he was your hero. Like he was good, somehow. And he’d wanted to correct every day since, say, “No, you’ve got me wrong, I’m not what you think I am,” but he hadn’t mustered up the courage. He’d grown to need that look, if he was being honest with himself; needed someone to gaze upon him with the admiration and respect and doe-eyed awe that you did, because sometimes it was the only thing that kept him from going home alone to his apartment and shattering every mirror in the fucking place so he didn’t have to look at his reflection.

So when you’d asked him - all flushed face and halting words and twisting fingers - why he’d acted the way he did, he couldn’t be truthful with you. He’d answered with what should’ve been the truth, because he couldn’t tell you that he’d wanted to kick that boy’s teeth in from the minute he saw him touch you for daring to defile something so innocent and pure and good, even if you’d wanted it. Especially if you’d wanted it, if he was being honest with himself.

This was all twisted, of course. There were a million ways to profile a man in his 50’s who thought the way he did about someone your age (not to mention his employee, for fuck’s sake), none of them good. He’d deserved the raised eyebrow Rossi gave him before he stalked off to drag you from the dancefloor, and he’d more than deserved the constant, chiding internal voice scolding him whenever he paid too much attention to you, asked you an easy question just so he could see you light up at knowing the answer, divulged information he hadn’t talked about with anyone in years.

He saw how much his words affected you. You’d tried to hide it, but you were so endearingly bad at masking your feelings, and even though his stomach twisted to see you crushed, he felt a twinge of hope knowing you’d wanted a different answer. He could’ve given you one that would have made you happier:

“You’re important to me.”

“I was worried about you.”

Even, “I wanted to spend time with you last night, instead.”

But those were all too adjacent to a truth that he starkly refused to consider.

So he let you down, because letting people down was something with which Aaron Hotchner had plenty of goddamn practice. 

[ikleesfiction]

Will you follow through if I fall for you?

Fandom : One Chicago Word count : 2,276 words Author Notes : Rated M Disclaimer

Previously on this fic : Part 1 🞂 Part 2 🞂 Part 3 🞂 Part 4

Part 5

Jay didn’t text or call you further until the next day. You feel your phone vibrating on the desk as you are working with your headphones on. You see Jay’s name on the display before you pick it up, “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N! I’m downstairs. Let's do the dinner date now. You haven’t had dinner yet, have you?” Jay spontaneously announces.

It was just past 7 PM. You have been working since 1 PM and didn’t notice the time goes. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Couldn’t you give me more time to prepare?”, you sound annoyed but he can hear the smile in your tone.

“Don't want you to accuse me of bailing again. So I have to be sure I can make it”, Jay says grinningly.

“Why don’t you come up and wait in my living room?”, you let Jay know your apartment number and buzz him up before you disconnect the call. Soon you hear knocks on your door.

“Hi, come on in”, you usher Jay into your place. “Sit wherever you like, make yourself at home. If you’d like to drink, feel free to take it from the fridge. I’m gonna go get ready”, you tell him.

As you turn your back to leave, Jay grabs your wrist gently and turns you around. His hand then cups your face tenderly and he leans to kiss your lips. You freeze up for a tick before melt into it. Your hand moves to his chest, palm over his denim jacket.

Jay pulls away after a while, “Hi. I miss you”, he murmurs. You just blink owlishly and stay speechless.

“Now you can go get ready”, he commands you with a smile. You voluntarily follow his order. Jay shakes his head, amused. He was being honest when he said he misses you. For the whole day, he was hoping the unit wouldn’t get any urgent cases. Once it’s time to clock out, Jay quickly moved out of the district. The kiss though been something that he wanted to do since he met you at Will’s place. When Jay saw you opened the door before, he thought you’re cute with faded pink shorts that were drowned by an oversized white t-shirt. He just felt like it was the right time to properly kiss you.

As he waits for you to get ready, Jay looks around at your place. It’s an open-plan apartment. He can see almost every corner of it from the living room. A flat tv was hanging on the wall, in front of a cozy couch and a simple coffee table. On one corner, there is a small desk table with a mismatched but comfy looking chair. A laptop, headphones, and a microphone are sitting on the table. Next to it, there are an electric keyboard and a guitar. Cables plug and scatter around messily. He figures that’s where you do your work.

Jay walks to the kitchen to take a bottle of water from the fridge. You don’t have a dining table. Only a kitchen island with chairs on its outer side. On the fridge door, he can see a training schedule and some recipe cards. There are no pictures or drawings. Actually, he cannot find any family photos or even band posters around the place. The place looks kind of bare without any personal decoration. Jay wonders how long you’ve been living in this place.

Fifteen minutes later, you come out of your room in a cream-colored blouse and skinny blue jeans. Because Chicago weather always feels chilly to you, you put on a black light-jacket that fell slightly above your wrists. “Okay, I’m ready”, you fluff your hair a bit. You don’t have time to style it the way you like. So brush and fingers should do.

“You clean up nice”, Jay compliments you. He offers his hand for you to take.

“Well, thanks for the heads-up”, you respond jokingly as both of you step out of your place after you lock it down.

You and Jay casually chat while he drives. “How was your day?”, you genuinely want to know.

“It’s good. Any day without getting shot at is actually good. The gang told me to say hi to you, by the way”, he informs you.

“Really? How many people are there in your team? I was lowballing for breakfast the other day. I hope it’s enough”, you tilt your head curiously.

“No, you were great. No one was left hungry. Let’s see, there is my partner, Hailey Upton. We got Ruzek, Olinsky, and Dawson. Hank Voight is our boss. Who else did I miss? Hmm…Oh, Burgess and Atwater! So there’s eight of us”, Jay counts.

“And Sergeant Platt at the desk”, you remind him.

Jay lets out a laugh, “Right, that’s sweet of you to remember her”

“Well, no one can go in 21st District without her permission. So I have to take good care of her”, you humorously explain your reason.

Soon Jay parks his car. “The restaurant is just around the corner”, he shows you as you step out of his car. You walk side by side to the restaurant.

“Dawson told me this place is good but I’ve never been here before”, Jay informs you when he opens the restaurant door for you.

“Great, I like unknown places”, you cheerfully comment.

There is a friendly-looking older guy greets them at the door. “Hola! Welcome! My name is Carlos. Are you looking for a table for two?”

Jay gives him an affirmative nod, “Yes, please”

Carlos then guides both of you to a table. He lets you settle down and gives menu cards to review. A few minutes later, he comes back, “Ready to order?”

Jay looks at you questioningly. “Ah, can you tell me more about this one?”, you ask Carlos, pointing out an appetizing picture of a dish on the menu. The discussion is certainly longer than normal, but Carlos happily explains it to you. Finally, you pick your choice and so does Jay.

“I’m sorry. It must’ve been annoying to listen to”, you apologize to Jay once Carlos left.

“Not at all", Jay brushes it off. "It is actually interesting to see. The guy was ready to narrate all the tales about each dish when you ask”

“Yeah, thankfully he’s patient about it. Other places might have kicked me out before I can decide”, you snort a laugh. “That happened before. We were in New York. My best friend, Alex is a DJ. He was scheduled to play a gig at a club there. We planned to have an early dinner before going to the club. It was a fairly fancy restaurant. I remembered asking at least three questions for each dish before the waitress lost her patience, accused me of pranking her, and kicked us out. We were too shocked to say anything”, you giggle through your story. “Whenever we try new places now, I’m not allowed to order anymore”

"You're not just being polite when you mentioned you like unknown places", Jay remarks after laughing at your story.

"No, I truly like it. When we travel for work, we like to try places recommended by locals. Sometimes they do well, sometimes they don't. That's the fun in that", you justify.

"Is that why your place is rather bare? Because you travel all the time?", he pries.

"Ah no, not really. I.. I haven't been staying there long. Two months now", you hesitantly unfold.

"Oh, where do you live before?", he continues to probe.

"Amsterdam", you quickly respond, wishing he doesn't ask more about it.

"That's far. What made you move here?", Jay intrigues, unaware of your discomfort.

Before you can reply, a waiter comes with an appetizer and wine. He pours the wine into both of yours and Jay's glass, then leaves the bottle on the table. You softly exhale your relief, grateful for the distraction.

“Hmm, this is good”, you say after sipping your wine and tasting the food. “This place is very nice", as you look around the restaurant. "A good recommendation you received here, Jay”

"Yeah, Antonio rarely stirs us wrong", Jay agrees with you.

"Antonio is Gabby's brother, right?", you ask him.

"Yeah, you know her?", Jay returns with a tad surprised.

"Uhuh, Met her at Molly's", you answer shortly. It is not exactly a lie, but it is not the whole truth either. You did come to Molly's the night before the incident where Firehouse 51 saved you.

"Seriously? I can't believe we never met before. Our unit is a regular there! Even Will also frequently goes there", Jay baffles. You just giggle in response.

Easy conversation flows during dinner. Both of you certainly enjoy it. Soon the meal is finished and dessert is polished. While Jay settles the bill, you compliment the staff for the nice meal. Carlos bids farewell at the door with a small package of dulce de leche cookies. "Hope you enjoy the rest of your night!", he wishes you and Jay goodbye.

“What if we take a walk for a while, sober up from the wine?”, Jay suggests to you after leaving the restaurant. “Okay”, you readily agree.

Jay holds your hand when you both stroll along the sidewalk. The sky is quite clear. Even though you cannot see a lot of stars, the moon shines prettily. Both of you glance at each other a few times. Until you lock eyes with him, Jay stops his walk and turns to look at you. “Gosh, you’re gorgeous”, he states before kissing you tenderly on your lips.

One kiss turns two and another and another. It got more intense for each kiss. You’re not sure how long until you have to take a breather.

“Might be better if we go back now?” you sigh to his lips. He steals another kiss before replying, “Okay, we’re going now.”

◢◤

Your hand is shaking when you try to open your apartment door with Jay’s hands wrap around your waist. His body presses on your back while his lips nibble on your neck. Once you get in, you lead him to your bedroom. Jay sheds his and your clothes one by one in between kisses along the way. Both of you are topless when you reach your bedroom. You push him lightly to your bed and straddle him on his lap. The make-out session keeps going for a while. His hands then move from your ass to take off your jeans. He rolls on top of you and starts to peel your jeans from your legs.

You suddenly realize that he’s going to see the scar on your left leg, a souvenir from the incident. Jay can feel you stiffen when his knuckles graze your scar. “You okay?”, he tentatively asks you.

“Ah, yeah. I don’t know how I could forget about it. I’m sorry. I could cover it so you...”, you falter.

“What? What are you talking about?”, Jay confusedly interrupts.

You sit up and pointedly look at your left leg. There’s a long jagged line that goes along your left hamstring. Jay delicately touches it, but you jerk your leg away in reflex, “Sorry! Am I hurting you?”, Jay sounds worried.

“No, you’re not”, you fall back to your pillow and avoid looking at Jay. He moves to your right side and leans on his left elbow, facing you as he waits for you to speak.

“There’s was an incident, a couple months ago”, you begin to fill him in. “Alex was playing a gig at a nightclub on Fulton River District. I assisted him behind the stage”, you shudder as you recount the nightmare.

“One moment everything went alright, but then I saw the stage started to wobble. It collapsed quickly. I pulled Alex out of the way but I moved too slow...” Jay stays silent but holds your right hand and kisses the back of it.

“I was trapped under the rubble. My leg got pinned. Until Firehouse 51 pulled me out of there”. Jay instinctively squeezes your hand. “Torn the ligaments, got some nerve damage too. Been working on it ever since”, you unreliably conclude your story.

Jay is quiet for a while, but his hand moves to caress your face. “I’m gonna buy drinks for the whole 51 next time I see them at Molly’s”, he declares and then closes the gap to your lips. “For them to save you, so I can have you here, with me, right now”

He continues to kiss your neck, down to your shoulder, on top of your breast, your ribs. His lips keep moving south until he gets to your thigh. You try to pull your left leg away, but he is just not having it. He peppers your thigh and knee with soft kisses. “You don’t have to do that”, you whisper. “I know it’s off-putting”

“That’s where you are wrong. I see this as a beautiful sign that you survive” Jay fiercely says. “I got scars too, Y/N. Some even invisible. Are you appalled about my scars?”, he questions you.

“Of course not!” you exclaim.

“So you understand that I am not revolted by it”, his eyes look at you sincerely, before he puts your left leg on his right shoulder to kiss your scar.

Soon, he takes off his trousers and underwear, follows by pulling yours off. When he crawls back on top of you, you circle your hands around his neck and pull him down to kiss his lips passionately.

"I'm so glad I got a chance to meet you", Jay says before continues the night to make love to you.

Next on this fic : Part 6

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Diner Gal - Reggie x Reader Part 5

Requested: It’s a series, there are no requests here!

Word count: 1,512

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Julie and the Phantoms ( + Flynn ) go to a musical diner/café/restaurant for inspiration and hopefully a future gig but they end up meeting a very special waitress.

Note: I promised more Reggie and I deliver, sis! You’re welcome! (This is basically just Reggie moments because yes please, once again you’re welcome). This is a slight filler chapter but I also needed to flesh out and establish a connection between you and Reggie (also because I need more Reggie so-) Also, yes we’re doing Breaking Free, I used the HSMTMTS ver. because it just fits better, starting at 0:42 :)

Part 1 here   Part 2 here

Part 3 here   Part 4 here

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Y/N was nervous, like “I’m gonna have a panic attack but not actually, I’m just being kinda dramatic but-“ sort of nervous. The kind of nervous you get when you see a random car driving slowly and your brain goes “They’re waiting to kidnap you and then chop up your body and sell it on the black market” even though they’re just trying to find a relative’s new house. It was 11:00 pm and Y/N had to lock up after staying behind to clean and get everything ready for the next day, the practice room for performers, the display cabinets, putting the chairs up, you name it she did it. Even though she had done the auditions with Cal she still had a shift after that left her here, cleaning and terrified until she could leave.

Y/N always hated having the final shift and having to lock up, usually, they did it in pairs for safety reasons but Noelle had to go home early that day and no one was that eager to stay behind so it ended in Y/N offering to stay behind alone.

Was she an idiot? Probably. Was she going to die or get kidnapped? Highly likely. But was she going to stay because she told Cal she would in order not to be a bother? Obviously.

BANG!

Y/N whipped her head around, bringing her arms up in a defensive stance. Her eyes darted from side to side but caught nothing. She grabbed a glass vase from the centre of a nearby table, it was a shit weapon but a weapon nonetheless. She held it up defensively, “If there’s someone over there I hope you don’t mind having me smash glass over your head.” Okay, well that threat could’ve been better but it’ll make do, Y/N started walking towards where she heard the noise.

Nothing. She looked around, standing on her tiptoes to see over tables, bending her knees to look under them too. Still nothing. Y/N sighed and brought the raised glass down to her side, “Well done, Y/N. You’re so paranoid you’re hearing things.” She mumbled to herself, collapsing on a nearby chair.

“What things are you hearing? I might be able to hear them too!”

Y/N bolted out of the chair, clutching the glass to her chest. She turned around, holding out her glass like a weapon. She sees a figure pop into her vision, standing just shy of the light. She screams and throws the glass at the figure, her brain screaming at her for throwing away her weapon away, smashing it in the process. And it didn’t even hit the person.

“Well that wasn’t very nice, you would’ve hit me if I wasn’t a ghost!”

 Y/N did a double-take when a cheerful-looking Reggie stepped into the light, she sighed before looking at the glass in disdain, now she had to clean that up. “You can’t do that! I was about to have a heart attack, and I wanted to at least get somewhere in life before that happens.” She jokes, trying to ease her still rapid heart rate.

“You are already are somewhere in life! Your voice reaches people here and touches their hearts, that song you did the other day had everyone in tears.” Reggie walks toward her, his arm gestures increasing as he tries to explain his point, Y/N was surprised and more than a little flattered that he seemed to have so much passion toward her talents. Or maybe he was just like that in general, she didn’t know him all that well. It had only been a day or so since they had met, it was small but it meant the world to her for an almost stranger to see that in her.

“Oh! And I’m sorry for scaring you, I keep forgetting that we’re not invisible to you and also that we are invisible to everyone, it’s kinda weird. I mean, no that I’m not grateful, because I am, but I just wonder what is happening sometimes. I’m only able to follow a train of thought for so long before I get distracted and start going on and on…and on…and on about it for ages.”

Y/N blinked at him in slight surprise, he sure could talk. “And now there’s an awkward silence and when that happens I just jeep talking more, kinda hoping that someone else will speak too. It might be a coping mechanism, not sure, never had the time to think or ask about it. Maybe I should…”

Y/N smiled, it was kinda funny and very sweet how he filled the silence in, she liked his company. “It’s fine, I’ll just get a dustpan and brush for the, you know, glass pieces. So, uh, wait here and I’ll be right back.” She turned slightly before looking back and sending him a smile, he returned it and she quickly walked away into the kitchen.

Y/N later came back, dustpan and brush in one hand and a torch in the other since it was now after hours the lights were meant to be off as much as possible. She walked over to the smashes glass, turned on her torch and placed it on the ground. She kneeled beside and started sweeping the glass into the pan.

Reggie stood there looking at her, a small smile on his face. If he had been back at his parent's house there definitely would’ve been an attempted scolding which would somehow turn into a screaming match between the parents. He had always liked the peacefulness of silence, despite being in a rock band when he was alive and now being in a band with Julie. Despite his himbo demeanour he had more to him, he liked to just sit and think, maybe write a song if he felt like it. Silence gave him the chance to just be without the pressure or stress of anything else attached.

“Have you caught up on anything since you died? Like, movies or-“

Reggie caught the girls awkward attempt at conversation and pushed down a chuckle, “Yeah, by the way, what’s a Jar Jar? Why did they add that? No one will tell me what it is!” Y/N burst out laughing, fishing her phone out of her apron pocket. She pulls up her browser and searches for a picture, “Here,” She shows him her phones as she scrolls through the pictures, “This is Jar Jar.” She glanced up at his horrified expression and had to bite back her giggles.

“What is that!” Reggie whined and pouted, like a little kid and it just made Y/N want to laugh even more. “Oh! Julie showed us High School Musical! Alex won’t stop quoting Sharpay…”

Y/N smiled softly, “I wouldn’t stop watching those movies when I was younger.”

Y/N stands up with the dustpan in her hand and walks over to the bin, singing quietly, remembering the tune and smiling.

You know the world can see us

In a way that’s different than who we are

Creating space between us

‘Til we’re separate hearts

Reggie looks at her, a smile breaking out on his face. He walks towards here, joining in making her turn around and watch him, still singing.

But your faith, it gives me strength

Strength to believe

We’re breaking free!

Y/N sets the dustpan down on a nearby table as she skips around a table, smiling and looking into his eyes as they sing to each other.

We’re soaring

Flying

There’s not a star in heaven that we can't reach

If we’re trying

Yeah, we’re breaking free

Oh, we’re breaking free

Ooh

Y/N danced around the tables in a circle around Reggie as he watched her, a large, bright smile on both of their faces. A childish glee igniting in both of them.

More than hope

More than faith

This is true

This is fate

And together we see it coming

More than you

More than me

Not a want, but a need

Both of us, breaking free

They both struck poses on their respective lines, before breaking into giggles whilst still trying to sing. The light bounced off of their dancing figures, silhouettes behind curtains to the rest of the world or any who were watching.

Soaring

Flying

There’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach

If we’re trying, yeah, we’re breaking free

We're running, ooh climbing

To get to the place to be all that we can be (Be)

Now's the time (Now's the time)

So we're breakin' free (Oh, we're breaking free)

Their joyful dancing slowing down as their singing and they came closer together, staring into each other’s eyes, their smiles turning softer,

You know the world can see us

In a way that’s different than who we are.

Y/N looked up into his eyes as he looks down into hers. Reggie reaches out his hand to hold hers but it just goes through, sending a not so pleasant shiver down her spine. He panicked and poofed out leaving a confused and slightly hurt Y/N behind.

What the hell just happened?

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Ten Questions With A Twist Chapter 3

Here we are! Chapter three of Ten Questions with a twist! Sorry I was a day late, I had some problems with my health. 

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 (This one) ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~

Later that night, after a patrol that left them both wind-whipped, Chat Noir and Ladybug sat on the edge of the Eiffel Tower yet again, staring at the stars. 

“So,” Chat began, “green and orange?”

Ladybug’s face lit up as she remembered how bold she had been earlier in the day. “Yeah! I like green too, and orange is the color of the sunset. Now whenever I look at the sky in the evening, I’ll be reminded of him.”

“That’s nice.” A moment of silence hung in the air before Chat decided he needed to break it. “I have an idea.”

Ladybug was somewhat scared by this confession. The last time he had “an idea” she woke up the next morning with her entire torso bruised from a game of “let’s see how far we can throw each other” (Surprisingly, Ladybug had won. But Chat insisted he was too nervous to use his full muscle power, in case he were to hurt her. He claimed he had only used a portion of his strength and still, that bruise didn’t go away for weeks.) “What’s this ‘idea’, Chat?”

His eyes showed a spark of mischievousness that had become his trademark. “Let’s play twenty questions.”

“No. No way, Chat!”

“You’re totally right, that’s far too many. Ten! We’ll play ten questions!”

“Chat you know why we can’t do that.”

He decided to plead ignorance, shrugging to indicate he had no idea what she was talking about.

“Chat, we’re not supposed to know each other’s identities…” She continued in a whisper, “no matter how much we want to.” That last part was clearly not meant for Chat to hear. He continued staring at the sky for a moment, praying that she had meant what he thought she meant. Praying that she wanted this too. Praying that he wasn’t making a mistake. He wondered if the stars could grant wishes, had they been wished hard enough.

“Well that’s alright, because these ten questions aren’t for you, my lady, they’re for that boy you like.”

Ladybug was taken aback by this. “What?”

Chat continued, “I have a list of ten questions, all written down for you.” He unzipped one of his pockets and pulled out a small piece of paper. “You have to ask that boy you like all ten of them, even if you already know the answer. Ask them in any order you like.”

“But that could put him at risk too! I can’t tell you all these answers!”

“Ah ah ah.” He put his finger up to stop her right there, “This isn’t just a game, this is a challenge.” He paused, leaving Ladybug time to look confused. “Ask him every one of those questions, but don’t tell me the answers. Instead, I’m going to guess what he said. If I get them all right, I get to take you on a date. Anything I don’t guess right, you don’t have to tell me. Deal?” 

“And what will I get if I win, Chaton?”

He smiled meekly, having not thought that far ahead. “Bragging rights?”

“Ha! No way, kitty. If- no, when I win, You have to admit that puns aren’t funny!”

Chat considered this, then nodded his head, “It’s a good thing I’m gonna win then.” He put out his gloved hand, daring her to shake it. He thought, maybe if he focused hard enough, he could read her thoughts, but no such luck.

Ladybug surprised him by putting her hand in his and shaking it. They both took off shortly after that, Ladybug going home to read over this list of questions, and Chat returning home to prepare himself for the next day. He was more ready than ever to find out who his lady really was behind the mask.

At school the next day, Adrien was a nervous wreck. He asked Gorilla to get him to school as early as possible and so was left to wait for fifteen minutes before any other students showed up. And then when other people started to show up, his nerves went through the roof. All of a sudden, every conversation he couldn’t hear became suspicious. Every whisper put him on guard. Every time somebody so much as glanced at him, his heart rate soared. Eventually, he realized he would probably have an anxiety attack if he subjected himself to more of this than absolutely necessary.

Luckily, the warning bell rang, reminding him that, even if he did want to stand here and wait, class would start here in about five minutes and he still needed to stop at his locker to pick up his things. A final glance behind him showed that the courtyard was clear, save for a streak of blue-black hair racing toward the school. Typical Marinette, Adrien thought, before making his way to his locker.

Barely five minutes later, Adrien plopped down in his seat in a way that would put his father to shame. He couldn’t worry about grace at a time like this, though. He was out of breath and got to his seat just in time, the final bell ringing a few seconds after he sat down.

Marinette burst into the room just as the bell rang. Once again, she managed to be almost late. She bent down and put her hands on her knees, catching her breath and steadying herself. Now that she made it to class, she seemed to be in less of a rush to get to her seat. Her whole body sagging from exhaustion, she waved at the class before making her way around the first table. Briefly, she stopped in front of Adriens desk and opened her mouth as if she were about to say something, but she must have forgotten, as she walked away to take her seat.

Ms. Bustier started to sort through the pages on her desk, preparing for the first class of the day. Adrien got out his tablet and slouched in his seat. Was Ladybug not going to ask the questions? Did he do something to scare her away? Or worse yet, was this all one big coincidence? A lot of people’s favorite color is green, a lot of people are fond of orange. Maybe he jumped the gun, got too excited to see that this could all be explained away as pure chance. 

The teacher started class and Adrien had a feeling he wouldn’t be learning much today. Good thing that homeschooling has me ahead of the learning curve.

Lunch couldn’t have come soon enough. Adrien had talked himself out of being excited for the rest of the day. Of course it had been a coincidence! There’s no way his Lady was torn between two sides of the same person. How crazy could this get, Ladybug rejecting Chat Noir for his civilian self. That would be ridiculous. 

As he got his tray and walked across the cafeteria, he overheard the familiar voices of a reporter and her friend. When Alya spotted Adrien, she made sure to speak loud enough for him to hear.

“Well let’s ask Adrien about this!” 

Adrien spun around and saw Alya and Marinette walking towards him. Alya was a bit ahead of her friend, but Marinette had what could only be described as a satisfied smile on her face. 

“So Marinette and I were talking. I want to see America one day, go to Hollywood in California. Marinette wants to go to China at some point to meet her mother’s side of the family. What about you?”

Adrien thought for a moment, feeling as though he missed something. “Would I like to meet Marinette’s side of the family?”

The two girls burst into laughter.

“No!” Alya said, “We’re talking about dream vacations. What would be yours?”

And Adrien didn’t know what to say. Or rather, he knew exactly what to say, he just didn’t expect to say it to a friend. He shook his head in an attempt to rid his brain of this daze he was in. Wow, he thought, that was one of the questions on my list to Ladybug. Two coincidences in two days that’s wild! Still half in a daze, he answered honestly, “I’d like to go sightseeing in Italy.”

Nino joined them, having overheard just enough, “Dude, haven’t you been to Italy before, for like fashion week and stuff?”

“Well yeah,” he continued, “But that was all business. I want to go sightseeing! See the colosseum and walk the streets of Rome. Pay way too much money to get into one of those carts where they bike you around to all the tourist spots. That kind of thing.” 

The group chatted a bit but eventually the bell rang and they retreated back to their classroom. Adrien didn’t even notice Marinette behind him, scratching a question off of a list.

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There it is! Next chapter comes out in two days!

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.10 Mukami Yuma [Track 3]

Original title: 記憶の欠片を

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 10 Mukami Yuma [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: Yuma’s efforts are paying off because he’s definitely on the right track! In the other Paraslene CDs I’ve translated, they had swapped locations a few times by now or perhaps even sucked the MC’s blood to try and trigger her memories but Yuma is actually being a good, patient boy which is somewhat surprising considering his impulsive and sometimes explosive personality. Guess the ‘Do-S’ element got lost somewhere in the mix again, haha. I’m not gonna complain though. uwu I do like the softer side of the boys as well.

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Track 3: Fragments of Memory

Yuma finds himself outside.

*Rustle rustle*

“...’Kay, when they’re this red, they should be good to go.”

*Snap*

“There we go. Ahー That just leaves...Ah! These tomatoes are lookin’ nice as well!”

You walk to him.

“Oh, you’re up early. Were you able to get some sleep?”

You nod reluctantly. 

“A lil’, huh...? Well, even if it was yer own room, ya don’t remember, do ya? Then it makes no different from stayin’ somewhere for the very first time. Guess it can’t be helped.”

You tell him you saw a dream. 

“Dream? What kinda dream?”

You explain.

“Haah? Fightin’ over some fried shrimp? Me? Why would you dream ‘bout thaーー ...!! ...Say! Do ya remember the other person?”

You respond.

“Nah, even just a vague image is fine. That was probably Kou! He’s one of my brothers and has blond hair. The two of us would always get into stupid lil’ sibling fights after all. We might have fought over some fried shrimp at one point.”

*Rustle* 

“...Ah. Perhaps what you saw wasn’t just a regular dream, but a fragment of the memories you’ve lost!”

Your eyes widen. 

“Ah...I put some thought into it yesterday, you see...And I think the most efficient way to go ‘bout this is to talk ‘bout our past life here in this place. Also, going to places we’ve visited before and repeatin’ the same actions over might do the trick as well. While doin’ so, those little pieces of your memories will slowly start to take shape and you’ll eventually be able to remember everythin’! That’s how this sorta thing works!”

You ask if he is sure about this.

“Yeah! ‘Course! I’ll help ya out too, ‘kay? ...Right. As if on cue, help me out with this. Can’t you tell by lookin’? We’re harvestin’ these tomatoes. I don’t know who has been raisin’ them, but they turned out amazing as you can see! Perfect for breakfast, don’t ya think?”

You seem worried about taking someone’s vegetables.

“...’Course it is. For one, I’m the one who built this greenhouse.”

You ask if he’s telling the truth. 

“Yeah! When I was livin’ here, I’d look after it every day to the best of my abilities! I could have sworn I got rid of it when we left this place though, but as you can see, it’s been perfectly preserved. ...Haah, for real, what is going on? Anyway, the fruits ‘round this part are at their ripin’ point so if we don’t harvest them now, they’ll go bad. ーー And therefore, we’ll eat them now.”

*Rustle*

“Here you go, some scissors. Use these. ...Ah, by the way, only pluck the red ones, ‘kay? Leave the green (1) ones as is. ...Oh, these look pretty nice!”

You space out.

“Huh? Is somethin’ the matter?”

You talk about vague memories. 

“...!! Did you remember somethin’?”

You tell him you’re not sure.

“No, there’s no mistakin’ it! I’m sure this is proof that part of your memory is returnin’...! I’ve asked you to help me harvest tomatoes here before as well! I’m sure you’re recallin’ the events from back then! Just as I thought, repeatin’ the past is provin’ to be effective after all! At this rate, you might actually be back to normal in no time!”

You nod.

“...Right! Wanna drop by school after breakfast?”

You ask if you went to school closeby.

“Yeah! The school we attended while livin’ here. It’s called ‘Ryotei Academy’ and also happens to be the place where we first met each other. It’s the place where all sorts of things happened with a group of Vampires from a different family as well. If we go and take a look, you might remember a bunch of other stuff.”

You ask about the other Vampires.

“Yeah, the ‘Sakamaki household’ or whatever. Then these Founders bastards showed up as well. And every single one of those bastards tried to target yーー”

You start to feel faint.

*Rustle* 

“...O-Oi!! ...What’s wrong all of a sudden?”

You hold your forehead.

“Your head? Does your head hurt!?”

*Rustle*

“Ah...Get a grip!”

*BZZZZZZZZ*

“These...dizzy spells again...Ugh...Fuck...What is happenin’...!?”

Yuma collapses again.

*THUD*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translations notes

(1) This might be a little confusing to those who are still in the beginning stages of learning Japanese and recognize this as 青い or ‘aoi’, which is often translated as ‘blue’. There are some cases in which it means ‘green’ as well, such as when referring to green apples, green traffic lights and apparently unripe/green tomatoes as well! This is because the current word for green (midori) was only introduced into the Japanese language at a later point in time. 

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His Girl // Sad Eyes

Prompt: You and Sad Eyes are trying to avoid your older brother, Spooky, from finding out about your relationship.

pairing: Sad Eyes x reader

warning: mild swearing, s m u t 🥵

word count: 1.7k

A/N: okay okay so @youare-mysonshine mentions an idea and I can’t not try to bring it to life. I didn’t think I would want to write for anyone else but Spooky but I enjoyed this! My first smut piece and I hope it’s okay. I find writing requests is much easier than thinking of my own ideas, lol. BUT recent convos with this babe, a series called NACROS will soon make an appearance. Send me requests!

“It’s almost 3 ‘o’ clock..” You say as you feel the wet kisses on your neck. The assault hot and heavy with no end in sight. He ignores your pleas on the time nearing.

You sigh but very contently. Your hands rubbing up and down his back, scratching them gently with your acrylics. Black as he likes.

With the heel of your foot, you dig it on top of his ass and he lets out a laugh, finally stopping the attack on your neck, sitting up to rest his hands on the side of you face.

“Mhm, one day I’m a leave a mark.”

“Promises, promises. Com’n you gotta bounce. Cesar will be home and then,” You sigh, as he climbs off you. “Spooky is back. We’re picking him up at 5.”

Sad Eyes glances at you as he pulls his shirt back on. He rubs the nape of his neck and sits besides you, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. You smile at his sweetness, puckering your lips waiting for a kiss.

This thing between you two happened at the beginning of summer, 2 1/2 months ago. Your little brother and his friends were at a party or watching one and you followed to make sure he didn’t get himself in any trouble.

When you entered the party for drinks, that’s when you caught Sad Eyes attention. He wasted no time in approaching you, which lead to talking and then stepping away from the party, smoking a blunt and ... well you know. You warned him about something happening between the two of you, your big brother being Spooky. But he didn’t seem to care. That was until the summer had passed by and Oscar’s release date neared. You managed to avoid Cesar figuring it out, knowing he’d rat you out. But now is the real deal.

“When you gonna tell him?” He asks you, pulling you from the daydream. You give him a look.

“When are you? You suppose to be his compa.”

He laughs and stands, pulling a blunt from the top of your dresser. Shrugging he lights it up, “End of me if I do it. We might live, if you tell him.”

“Boy, please, he’d kill me and you regardless of who tells him. Which is why, we don’t. We lay low. Let him get comfortable then when things settle and he gets in the groove of leading the Santos, we figure it out then. Now, go, before I make us get naked again. Bye.” You smack his ass as he leaves.

☻☹☻☹☻☹☻☹☻☹☻☹☻☹☻☹

Though you were stressed about your relationship being exposed to Spooky, you did miss him a lot. He’d be locked up for the past 4 years. Times were hard taking care of Cesar on your own bit the Santos helped out a lot. When Cesar got home, you both cleaned up the place and before you know it, the clock struck close to 5.

You both sit against the red impala, waiting for him to come out. And when you hear the gates open, you all run to each other and embrace.

“Mano... look at you. And Y/N, who said you could become a woman and shit?” Oscar has his arm around both yours and Cesar’s neck. You both hug him walking back to the car and back home.

The Santos were gathered at the house to welcome your brother back. And it’ll be the first time being around all of the Santos, Sad Eyes AND Oscar at the same time.

You won’t lie, your nerves are racked and you felt like Oscar knows and will know soon. But he can’t know, you and Sad Eyes were always careful. Not just around Cesar but around the other homies. All loyal to your brother, so you kept it on the extra down low.

“You need another?” You ask your brother heading to get another drink. He nods and you head to the cooler, on your way you and Sad Eyes look at one another. His eyes burning into as you walk past him and around the house.

After grabbing a few, you turn to head back but bump into a body. You look up and see your guy staring at you, “Yes? Need one?”

“Nah, not a beer.”

You roll your eyes, “No no no, you heard what I said. We aren’t letting him find out, especially not tonight. So quench your thirst with a beer, papi.”

He hisses at the nickname and watch you walk away.

The night went well, for the most part. You occasionally glance over at Sad Eyes from time to time. So wishing you didn’t need hide this shit from Oscar. But your brother never wanted you involved with anything or anyone else in the gang. Understandable.

“I’ll be back. Bathroom.” You say pushing off the couch.

“Again?”

“I drank like 3 beers straight. Must you be controlling me still? I’m 23. Be back I said!” You kick his leg. Sad Eyes looks your way and you look to the house as you walk around the corner.

When you get to the bathroom, you wait for a minute when you a hear a knock. Your heart rate spikes as you open and peek your head out. Sad eyes bounces his eyebrows at you as you pull him in. His lips on yours instantly.

He feels your ass as your arms are tightly wrapped around his neck. Your kisses hot and sloppy, the alcohol taking lead.

“I was waiting to come back here and kiss you. Been watching you all night, mujer.”

You moan as he dips his face down to kiss your neck, the moan escaping louder. You cover your mouth with your hand and laugh, “Sorry.”

He laughs with you and you push him off of you and against the sink. You feel the courage and need to take it further, you keep your eyes on his as you sink down to your knees. He watches you as you play with the waistband of his jeans. Oh, you are going there.

You feel him through the jeans, licking your lips as he gets more aroused under your hand, “I kept thinking of the first time we did it. In my brothers car, best head you ever had.”

He nods in agreement, sinister look.

With the lust thick in the air, you undo his pants with his help, pushes it down enough to pull him out of his briefs, you’ll never not be star struck with what this man is packing.

You wet your lips and press a kiss on the underside of his length. Sad Eyes groans at the sensation. You are horny and tipsy as fuck. You take the tip of his cock in your mouth and twirl your tongue around it. He dips his head back in pleasure. It’s when you pump him a few times and take him deeper into your mouth and feel it hit the back of your throat that you hear him groan.

“Fuuuuck, bebe.”

Your bob your head up and down, slowly, earning impatient groans from him. You push your hand up his torso, feeling his chiseled body underneath it. He grabs your hair and bunches it up, getting a nice grip. Sad Eyes pulls you back off his cock, you look up at him as he leans down to kiss you.

“I want to make you cum, por favor.”

He smirks and pushes your head down as your take him again. With the grip of your hair in his hand and his groans, you feel yourself getting more and more aroused. But you know you can’t go too far, before someone notices you been gone too long.

Your release him with a pop and pull your top down to let him get a view of his second favorite part of your body. He bites his lips as you take his cock in your hands. Sad Eyes leans down and spits on your chest, it slides between your boobs. You bite your lip and push his cock through your boobs.

“You know ima cum quick if make me fuck your titties.”

You smirk and push your chest up and down his length. He moans and watches you work him up to the brink of release. “Oh fuck.” He groans as he releases his seed on your chest. You slow your pace as he crumbles under you. With one last stroke, you let go and kiss the tip of dick.

“Mhm, you made a mess all over me, papi. When everyone is gone, ima make a mess all over your face.” You kiss him, careful not to make a mess all over him.

After cleaning each other up and outfit change, you peek out of the bathroom and head out to your room while he heads out to party.

You do a quick fix of your make up and hair before heading back out.

A quick stop to get a beer, you spot him leaning against the house with some homies. You wink and head towards the others.

“Whew, that queso always fucks me up!” You laugh and sit back down. Oscar eyes you but goes back to the convo you interrupted.

After the long night that turned into 3am, you all clean up and get ready for bed. You constantly looking at your phone, hoping to god that Sad Eyes will still be up and down for the fuck sesh you mentioned.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Cesar says as you sitting on your bed. “Night, Mano.”

You sigh as you wait for a text back.

“Waiting for someone?” You hear Oscar, who is standing in your door way. You roll your eyes and fly your pillow at him.

“The sandman to knock your ass out, go to sleep already.” You stick your tongue out as he flies the pillow back at you and heads down the hallway.

After an hour, you sigh in defeat. No response from him and the clock is nearing 5am. You pull your covers over you and go turn off your light when you hear a sound in your window. You wait a second to make sure you aren’t hearing things when you hear it again.

You squeal and do a little dance before heading over to the window, you open it and find your older brother standing outside of it. Your jaw drops when you see Sad Eyes standing behind him, a look of embarrassment and fear.

“Hola hermana, wanna explain this to me?”

[justasparkwritings]

Illicit Affairs: Stolen Stares

Previous: Beautiful Rooms Pt. 4 

Pairings: Jungkook & Reader 

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life

Ratings: PG15

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Therapy and Swearing, Lots of Reminiscing

Summary: Jungkook prepares to go back to Seoul, back to Bangtan, and away from you. 

Listen: illicit affairs by Taylor Swift

Thank you to everyone who read this story, it means a lot. I worked really hard on it, and I’m glad it’s over. On to the next one. 

           The light warms his bare back as Jungkook nestles himself deeper into your side. Groaning softly, you turn, his arm holding fast as it drapes across your middle, newly exposed skin prickling at the intrusion of a cooling temperature.

           “Jungkook,” You whisper, your eyes still closed, morning grogginess aching in your throat.            “Aein,” He mutters, lips finding a gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder, closest piece of flesh to his awaiting lips.

           “I don’t want you to go,” You divulge.

           “I don’t have to,” Jungkook responds, eyes peaking open to glance over your form. Still huddled under the blankets, your eyes watch him, calculating, gauging the slope of his brow, the curl of his lips.

           “Back to Seoul, back to them,” You clarify.

           “Jagi, don’t hate them,” He asks.

           “How can I not? They broke you,”

           “I wasn’t broken just,”

           “You don’t have to protect them,”

           “I don’t want you to think they’re all bad, they’re my entire world,” Jungkook turns onto his back, eyes directed to your ceiling. He’d come to love the little cracks in the paint, the chips just out of reach to fix on your own. The bungalow that you called home had started to become his too. “We’re working through it, we’ve got more therapy once we’re back, and everyone’s continued on their own since our group meeting.”

           “That’s not what I meant, I mean it is, but it isn’t,” The tears have begun to build, comforting the lump in your throat.

           “Tell me,” He asks, head turning to face you again.

           Lips pouting while you move his long locks out of his eyes, you exhale your sadness. “I don’t want you to go, at all. I thought I could hold it in, but I can’t.”

           “I don’t want to go either, not without you,” His eyes are unwavering, but in the glint of morning, the sheen of tears can still be seen.

           “Can you stay, just a little longer?”

           “I’ve been out here for six months, I have to go back,”

           “Have to and want to are different things, I guess,”

           “They are. I have to go for work, but I don’t want to. I have to spend every moment before I leave with you, though.”

           “This is the start of something, isn’t it?” You feel the blush before his cool thumb tends to it, the embarrassment, the hope, tied together in crimson on your latte skin.

           “Cross my heart,” He smiles back. You nod into his grin, lips moving slowly until they meet his, chapped and hungry. There’s a sadness, an impending doom you’ve been feeling for the last few weeks, making every kiss marked with some sort of dread. This isn’t the last, but in your unofficial countdown, it was getting there.

           He moves slowly against you, all lips and increasing pressure until you dip your tongue, cautiously, over his plump bottom lip.

           “When can you come back?” You ask, pulling away slowly, lips tingling from the release of tension.

           “Next month with the boys for press stuff and Kimmel,” He responds, irises opening slowly to take in your form again, cheeks rosier, lips bright, eyes soft in hurt.

           “Will I see you?”

           “You don’t have to ask,” Jungkook’s hand reaches out to your cheek again, holding you to him.

           Your tear-filled eyes peered into his. “How do you feel, being my boyfriend?”

           “Unbelievably happy,” Jungkook leans forward to place his lips hungrily against yours again.  

           “We have to be a secret though,” You remind him, his lips moving to your jaw.

           “For now, I don’t want ARMY to find you,” he stops his movements, giving consideration to your words.

           “I don’t want them too, either.”

           “I, management can’t know,” Jungkook comes back to you, eyes resting against yours, sincerity lingering in his gaze.

           “No,” You shake your head. “I don’t, I don’t want them to know.”

           He sighs, rolling back to his back, eyes again staring at the cracks in paint. How long had you lived with this ceiling? How many nights had you stared up at them, wondering when they’d get fixed? How many escapades did you have before him, where lovers asked the questions plaguing his mind?

           “Will they hate me?” You ask, sitting up to rest your back against your headboard.

           “I don’t care if they do,” Jungkook tells you.

           “Jungkook,” You roll your eyes, he clearly hadn’t thought about this nearly as much as you have.

           “They’ve taken so much from me, they won’t take you,” He assures.

           “Are you gonna tell someone? I don’t want you to be scared to not tell someone,”

           “Who can I tell?” He asks, head turning to watch you.

           “You have six brothers, not to mention your actual blood brother,” You answer.

           “Maybe Taehyung or Jimin,” He says weighing the options.

           “I don’t want you to be alone in this,”

           “I have you,”  

           “You know what I mean,”

           “We’ll talk every day,” He sits up, back flush to the grain of the headboard, leg bumping yours intentionally.

           “Promise?” You whisper.

           “Promise,” He vows. His mind is elsewhere, the glaze and comatose expression giving way to the murkiness in his irises.

           “What’s on your mind?” Placing your head against his shoulder, you nuzzle into him.

           “I’ve never understood why Namjoon-hyung picked his girlfriend over me,” He explains.

           “Did he though?”

           “He could’ve, I don’t know, it feels like he did.”

           “You could ask,” You suggest.

           “Dr. Aarons would say that Namjoon was calculating, plotting, lessening his focus on my life as he prepared to take down Big Hit. He made mistakes, and he wanted to ensure my safety as a whole unit, not in pieces or parts, all of it.”

           “What do you have to say to that?” You ask.

           Shaking his head, Jungkook fills his lungs. “It doesn’t feel that way,”

           “Maybe it’s not supposed to,”

           “But, now, I kind of understand why he did it,”

           “Yeah?” You pull yourself off of him to turn your body perpendicularly to his, feet tucked under you, brow creased.

           “I want to protect you, to protect us, that’s what Namjoon was doing.”

           “He sacrificed you, though,”

           “I know, I do, it doesn’t excuse it,”

           “No, it doesn’t… you also don’t have to forgive him for it. You can love him and still, be upset,”

           “Resent him?”

           “Yeah, you can hold resentment but be cordial. Like Beyonce and Jay,” You offer, though the comparison isn’t the same. Jay never abused Bey, or drugged her, or made her to feel perpetually inferior.

           “Beyonce and Jay?”

           “Have you never listened to Resentment?”

           “No,” Jungkook shakes his head, a smile blooming as you begin to lose your mind.

           “Jungkook, how are we supposed to be dating if you are actively denying part of my existence?”

           Laughing, he responds, “You’re being dramatic,”

           “Of course I am! We are fixing this.”

           You turn to grab the remote from his night stand, reaching your entire body across his. His hands reach for your sides, slyly tickling you as your top rides up. Swatting him away, you settle back down next to him and turn on the TV. Finding the YouTube app you locate the stolen HBO live video from On The Run. Once the volume is sufficient to your liking, aka loud, you watch as Beyonce begins.

I wish I could believe you / then I’d be alright

But now everything you told me / really don’t apply

To the way I feel inside

Lovin’ you was easy / once up on a time

But now my suspicions of you have multiplied

And it’s all because you lied

I only give you a hard time

‘cause I can’t go on and pretend like

I haven’t tried to forget this

But I’m much too full of resentment

           Jungkook stiffens underneath you, heart racing as he gazes upon Beyonce. How had you known that this song was going to be the summation of all his feelings towards Namjoon? How had you foreseen that this moment, Beyonce’s raw and guttural, though rehearsed performance, would draw tears from him in the early morning? How had you known that this would be the validation he needed? His tears slide down his cheeks, marble carved delicately over time, never hardened, always supple, tears trailing the column of his neck through your hair and onto your pillows.

           “Jungkook,” You whisper, not daring to look at him.

           “Yeah?” His voice cracks, giving way to more tears.

           Sitting up, you spin and cradle his head in your lap. Your embrace is warm and comforting, the shared moments between you, the vulnerability and hurt, crafting a bond between you that felt stronger than any category 5 hurricane.

           “It got you, didn’t it?” You ask.

           “Yeah,” He whimpers, arms around you, salt water and mucus exploring the cotton of your pajama top. He stays put, crying, first for a few minutes, then ten, which turns into fifteen.

           “Jungkook, you need water, or a tissue,” You tell him. “All this crying isn’t good for you, take a deep breath.”

           “I don’t have to forgive him,” He acknowledges.

           “No, you don’t. But you can, if you want to,” You rub circles on his back, comforting him until his cries subside.

           “How are you so patient and good?” He asks, sitting up.

           “Therapy and genetics,” You answer. Jungkook chuckles and motions for the tissue box on your nightstand. “You’re getting there, you know.”

           “Am I?”

           You kiss his salty cheeks. “All your work with Dr. Aarons, this relationship, all of it, building blocks,”

           “Shouldn’t I have already built my castle?” Jungkook wonders, what was the last decade?

           “You did, but you built it out of broken pieces, so of course it fell.”

           “He kept putting me in danger, for what?”

           “For Big Hit or for Namjoon?”

           “Both,” Jungkook takes a few strides to the bathroom, turning on the faucet to splash water on his face.

           “For BTS to make it,” You answer, standing and tossing the tissues in the trash.

           “Do you think it’ll stop?” He asks, eyes finding yours through the reflection of the mirror.

           “What?” Leaning your body against the door, you take in the expanse of his back, the defined muscles, the ink decorating the entirety of his right arm.

           “Stop checking me out,” Jungkook giggles, your newfound affection for him overwhelming to the man who’s always been denied romantic relationships, or at the very least, the hope for one.

          “Stop being so sexy,” You counter, walking to stand behind him, arms around his waist, cheek resting between his shoulders.

          “Do you think it’ll stop, the manipulation, the hurt, the lying?”

           “I hope so,” Your lips find his flesh, leaving a tender kiss.

           “Yeah?” He whispers, head down, eyes on the space where your hands rest.

           “Jungkook, if you can’t hope for things to be better, what else do you have?”

           Jungkook turns in your arms, eyes scanning your face.

          This is how it’s going to end, in two days when he’s standing in your bathroom, your arms around him, kissing through tears, scared of the future, scared of what it’ll bring, scared your relationship is surviving on a wing in a prayer.

           He’ll leave, hood over his head, eyes down. When Bangtan asks why his cheeks are flushed and eyes a little red, he’ll lie about not getting enough sleep. When he’s back in Seoul, back in his room, in his bed, the little bottle of your perfume you tucked into his bag will be swept into a drawer, so no one finds it.

          It’ll be words and promises, beliefs only you can draw out of each other. Until, in four weeks, you’ll come crashing down your walkway, arms wide, tears brimming, all hope and joy to wrap him in your arms again. Jungkook will be relieved that what he thought you had, what he tended to over the phone and in text, is real. It’s no longer caged in the fear of failure, or studied under the tutelage of shame, but growing on its own.

           Jungkook will be happy, happy to have you, happy to speak with Dr. Aarons over his progress. Happy to be in the sun, under you, by your side.

           That’s the thing about illicit affairs, no matter how hard they try to take hold of you, ruin every hope and promise you’ve ever made, they never last. Instead, they fade, ruin behind them, their wake subsiding. But unlike promises made in parking lots or secrets shared in beautiful rooms, Jungkook will not ruin himself for them, not a million times, not ever again.