#basically An Invitation to Sleep in My Arms in a nutshell

[little-whats-her-name]

Roger: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Gordon?

Gordon: No.

Mimi: I do!

Roger: I know Mimi.

Mimi: I'm sad.

Roger: I know Mimi.

[ah-ga-seven]

Till’ The End Of Summer - Chapter 12

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Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

In a Nutshell: College!AU, Rich Kids, Friends to Lovers, Fuckboy athlete Yeonjun, Overprotective Best friend Soobin, contains all of TXT and other Idol cameos, Omnipresent perspective.

Synopsis: You and Yeonjun are caught up in a cat and mouse game because of unspoken feelings and endless pining for each others’ attention. With the summer break approaching and lots of college parties, will you finally get a chance to explore your feelings for each other; even though the world and Yeonjun’s reputation makes things complicated?

Word count: 8K

Idol Cameos: ATEEZ Wooyoung, NCT Johnny, ITZY Ryujin & Yeji.

Genre:  Angst, Fluff. 

Warnings: Mentions of drug use and alcohol consumption.

A full week of radio silence from your end had passed. No matter how many times Yeonjun called or texted, begging you to listen to him; you didn’t give in. In fact, you blocked his number, his Instagram…and his Snapchat.  

Soobin had also been avoiding Yeonjun, though they lived together they hadn’t seen each other and Soobin made it no secret that he was actively avoiding any type of contact with Yeonjun, even though Yeonjun had tried to reach out several times.

“Yeonjun…don’t you think you’ve had enough.” Wooyoung says snatching the liquor bottle from a highly intoxicated Yeonjun.

He scoffed, snatching back the bottle of Jack from Wooyoung's grip, taking another sip. The burn of the liquid was nothing compared to the lingering burn of his broken heart, so he didn’t hold back.

“Don’t you think you should mind your own fucking business,” he counters unnecessarily rude as he slouches on Wooyoung’s couch.

Wooyoung rolls his eyes at his friend and he checks his phone, scrolling through his socials to distract himself from the feeling of wanting to punch Yeonjun in the face.  

Wooyoung was giving Yeonjun the benefit of the doubt given the vaguely explained circumstances and was acting as his babysitter; even though it was usually the other way around in their friendship.

He was a few swipes in before his orbs landed on the Instagram story of Johnny Suh. His eyes enlarged when he saw you at his party, sitting comfortably on the couch with your legs draped over Johnny’s, looking as happy as ever. Wooyoung looked at Yeonjun through hooded lids as he followed Yeonjun's gaze into nothingness while he took another sip from the bottle.

“Oh…so you don’t want me to tell you where y/n is right now? Or more importantly…who she’s with.”

“What are you on about,” Yeonjun speaks sighing as he rubs his forehead in agony.

“See for yourself.” Wooyoung replies panning the phone to Yeonjun’s line of sight as he replays the video.

Yeonjun’s eyes popped out of his skull as he observed you cozying up to that motherfucker. He snatched the phone from Wooyoung, going back and forth in his stories to try and catch another glimpse of you.  

“Oh hell no,” he huffed as he got up from the couch. “I’m going.”

“Where?”

“To Johnny’s, where the fuck else.”  

‘Not alone you’re not.” Wooyoung says grabbing his car keys.  

When Johnny invited you to one of his iconic parties, you didn’t have to think twice. The best way of getting over Yeonjun was by getting under someone else and that was exactly what you planned to do when you first got here….but god how things took a turn.

You drank…and drank…and drank…and then you might have just accidentally joined the stoners in the garden.  

You were drunk, high and high again, and nothing was registering to you anymore other than the fact that you had the munchies, even though you wanted to throw up.

“First time?” Ryujin chuckled as she wrapped her blanket around you to share her warmth.  

She took the blunt from you and patted your head in comfort as she passed it to some guy named Jungwoo. You didn’t know how you got so close to her in such a short amount of time, but not having Mia around to cling to made you socialize with people you normally wouldn’t hang with.

“No, but I’ve…never combined the two.”  

“Yeah, rule number one, don’t do that unless you’re a veteran,” she states.

“I need to lie down otherwise I’ll hurl," you whine, and you weren't even kidding.

“Oh, shit y/n, let’s go somewhere quiet then, quick.” Ryujin got up and took your hand, leading you to the stairs as quickly as she could in hopes you would stay conscious throughout. Your legs were on automatic pilot, but you also knew it wasn’t going to take long before they would give out on you.

Johnny saw how Ryujin basically dragged you up the stairs and frowned, leaving in the middle of a heated Uno game to check on you. He sprinted up the stairs and hooked his arm around your waist as he put your arm around his neck for support, helping you up the remaining steps.

“Are we okay here?” he asked looking from you to Ryujin. “Uh, she mixed weed with alcohol and is having a bad reaction.” Ryujin snickered.

You couldn’t do anything other than look up at Johnny with googly eyes, giggling at him. Your cute action made him laugh in response and he leads both you and Ryujin to his bedroom without a word.

“She can sleep it off here.” Johnny says as he opens the door to his room, gently placing you on the bed.  

Your limbs hit the off switch as your body made contact with the bed. Everything was spinning and all you could do was giggle to yourself, which made Johnny and Ryujin laugh at your antics once again.

Ryujin pulled the covers over you before she sat down on the foot end of Johnny’s bed, she watched him stare at you and sighed.

“Thanks for letting her stay here.”

“Mi casa is Suh casa” Johnny says giving Ryujin and yourself a wink and you scoff. “You didn’t just make that lame joke,” you judge him even in your state and he chuckled, crouching down before you to pet your head.

“How about you sleep off your attitude,” he says with a smirk, and you just stick your tongue out as you snuggle your cheek into the pillow; closing your eyes to doze off.

In the meantime, Yeonjun and Wooyoung had found their way to Johnny’s home. Yeonjun had been ringing the doorbell for the past minute and was slowly losing his sanity while Wooyoung waited patiently beside him.

“Just call someone you know in there. They probably can’t hear because of the music.” Wooyoung tries to explain, but Yeonjun didn’t listen and switched from ringing the doorbell to knocking on the door.

Wooyoung groaned at his stubbornness and just like that the door opened with a dramatic swing, and in the door opening was no one other than Hwang Yeji.

“I thought they came to collect the trash at noon,” she says deadpanning Yeonjun in the eye as soon as her gaze landed on him.

Yeonjun groaned in annoyance and held on to Wooyoung for life support. “Very fucking funny Yeji, your humor is just as dry as your p-…you can finish that sentence yourself. Would you tell me where my girlfriend is?”

Wooyoung’s eyes widened at his mean comment and covered Yeonjun’s mouth with his hand. “He had a lot to drink,” Wooyoung says as Yeonjun takes Woo’s hand from his mouth aggressively.

Yeji ignored Wooyoung’s attempt to salvage the damage and averted her attention back to Yeonjun.  

“Girlfriend? Do you mean y/n? The fact that she decided to date you is sad.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’d be salty too if I were you. You don’t have to act as if you weren’t screaming my name a few months ago.”

“Ok, Yeonjun. Seriously, shut up.” Wooyoung pushes Yeonjun past Yeji through the door opening before Yeji would decide to swing at him, pulling him aside below the staircase.

“Dude what the fuck.” Wooyoung says under his breath. Yeonjun just shrugged, grabbing the first freshmen that passed by them by their collar, pulling the poor boy closer so he could ask him about your whereabouts.  

“Hey, dwarf. Have you seen a girl with (a description of your physical appearance.) probably shitfaced drunk, possibly accompanied by Johnny Suh.” 

The kid was baked as fuck, his eyes were red and hanging low. He just chuckled looking back and forth from Yeonjun to Wooyoung “Dude there was a girl just like that flashing her titties on the patio a minute ago. Maybe the show is still going man, hurry.”  

“What now!?” Yeonjun let go of the younger boy and he just waddled off as if nothing happened, leaving him in a more distressed state than ever.

You wouldn’t do that? Right? “That can’t be y/n,” Wooyoung says scratching the back of his head. “Let’s just ask around some more.”  

And so they did. They ended up in the garden where the smell of pot filled their nostrils after they skimmed every room on the ground floor, but it was to no avail. They decided to go up the stairs, something Yeonjun wished he didn’t have to do because if you were upstairs that could mean one of two not so great things.

They searched through the halls first and Wooyoung's eyes land on Johnny closing the door behind him in a room down the hall. Wooyoung grabbed Yeonjun by the shoulder, motioning him to look at what he was seeing.

When Yeonjun’s eyes landed on Johnny it took about 0,003 seconds for him to take long strides into his direction. Wooyoung did his best to keep up with Mr long legs, so he had to jog after Yeonjun to keep up as he felt the hairs in his neck rise in anticipation of the inevitable confrontation between two alpha males.

“Hey man, have you seen my girlfriend?” Yeonjun says as he approaches the senior.

“And who might that be?” Johnny says turning around. He wasn’t even a wee-bit surprised that Yeonjun showed up here. He was always wherever you were. Luckily for Johnny he wasn’t interested in having sex with you anymore. The two of you really hit it off as friends, and he didn’t wanna ruin it, but god…Yeonjun did get under his skin a little too much for his liking.

“Don’t act dumb, where’s y/n.”

Johnny sucks his teeth in annoyance and decided to taunt Yeonjun for challenging him like that. “She’s in my bed,” Johnny says as his lips curl up into a smile and before he knew it Yeonjun grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.  

“Let go.” Johnny threatens through his teeth, towering over Yeonjun with the few inches of height he had over Yeonjun, but he didn’t budge.

Wooyoung inhales sharply, him being an average of 10 centimeters shorter than the both of them didn’t help with intervening. So he bent his knees to wiggle between them from below, pulling them away from each other.

“Yeonjun’s drunk. Don’t mind him” Wooyoung chuckled nervously, fixing Johnny’s shirt.

Yeonjun was seething at this point. “If you would’ve just let me explain first…god you really need to work on your temper. y/n deserves better than a hothead like you.”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Yeonjun replies under his breath as he points his finger in Johnny’s face.

Johnny rolled his eyes in response, stepping aside.

“She’s in there with Ryujin. She got drunk and smoked weed she’s not having the best reaction so she’s asleep right now. She’s fine. Go home.”

“I’m not going anywhere without her.” Yeonjun huffs.

“Well, then you can sleep on the floor cause you’re not taking her anywhere either.” Johnny took a step closer to Yeonjun again with Wooyoung still between them and at this point, Wooyoung didn’t know what else to do other than barge into Johnny’s room to cut the tension

Wooyoung had hoped that if Yeonjun saw you, his anger would subside; so he took the chance of getting punched in the face by Johnny for the greater good.

He barged through the door, startling Ryujin who was facetiming Beomgyu.  

“Look she really is asleep, fully clothed. Now, can we leave dude? I think we’ve caused enough trouble.”  Wooyoung says in a whisper pointing to your sleeping form.

Ryujin’s eyes widened when her eyes landed on the three men in front of her. “Is that Yeonjun hyung?” Gyu’s voice sounded from the speaker and Ryujin quickly apologized to him, ending the phone call after promising to call back later.

Yeonjun softened immediately. He really didn’t know how he would feel when he saw you, but since the last time he saw you was in your apartment that day; he froze.

He couldn’t help but think that the reason you turned to drugs and alcohol to subside the pain was because of him, and suddenly sadness and guilt wash over him once again.

Johnny watched Yeonjun like a hawk, and noticed how his icy demeanor melted at the sight of you. He wasn’t just going to let Yeonjun take you home, you would need to consent to it, even in your state.

Yeonjun crouched down before you, moving a strand of your hair out of your face, completely entranced by you. He forgot the presence of the other people in the room and caressed your cheek with his thumb lightly.

He missed you.

“Y/n…” his voice was clear; he was calling out for you but you had no clue if It was a dream or real life.  

You slowly found the strength to open your eyes. You blink a couple of times before your vision went from blurry to…somewhat less blurry, and in a split second, you recognize who’s in front of you by the shape of his lips alone.

“Are you okay?” Yeonjun asked sweetly.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but be dumbfounded at Yeonjun’s sudden change of heart. The stubborn, mean, and aggressive Yeonjun was completely replaced by a soft and loving one in the blink of an eye.  

"Bipolar much." he whispered, making Johnny and Ryujin chuckle in response.

Wooyoung gave Johnny a look which he just shrugged at, and Ryujin basically melted thinking that Yeonjun came over to be your knight in shining armor, but you know, she didn’t know the full story.

You forgot you were mad at him because it truly felt like you were dreaming and when Yeonjun asked you if you wanted to go home, you just nodded as you dozed off again.

Well…There’s your consent.

Reluctantly, Johnny let Yeonjun take you with him. He understood he had no place in keeping you here if you really were Yeonjun’s girlfriend, so he complied. Keeping an eye on you as Yeonjun carried you to Wooyoung's car.

“Tell her to text me when she wakes up.” Johnny says with his arms crossed, watching as Yeonjun carefully places you in the backseat.  

“Yeah, no.” Yeonjun says as he fastens your seatbelt for you.  

Johnny shook his head and went back inside, even though Yeonjun was the biggest dick in Johnny’s eyes; it was evident that he cared about you and that thought alone was the only reason he let Yeonjun take you with him. He knew you'd be safe, and that's all that mattered to him.

Wooyoung got into the drivers’ seat, being the only sober one of the bunch, and waited for Yeonjun to take a seat too.  

The drive was rather quiet. Yeonjun kept looking back at you to check if you were okay and Wooyoung noticed as he checked his mirrors.  

“You really love her don’t you.” Wooyoung asks looking at his friend.

“I do.”

“I don’t know what you did, and I’m assuming you did something.” Wooyoung says clicking his tongue before he continues. “But fix it.”

“I’m trying.” Yeonjun sighs staring out the window.

“Trying how?” Wooyoung asks checking his mirrors. He noticed a black BMW trailing closely behind them with no one other car on the streets and frowned, but decided to keep his eyes on the road ahead of him.

“I went to therapy yesterday.”  

“Therapy?”

“Yeah…”

“Well…seeing you tonight you clearly need some extra sessions.”

Yeonjun’s head snapped into Wooyoung direction but when he noticed the playful look in his eyes all he could do was laugh with him.  

Wooyoung checked his mirrors after he took a left to your house and noticed how the black BMW was still trailing behind him. His smile faltered and he nudged Yeonjun.

“Dude…I think we’re being followed…” Wooyoung says nodding to his rear-view mirror.  

“What?” Yeonjun asks as he looks in the mirror, followed by a look over his shoulder.

“Am I the drunk one, or are you?” Yeonjun chuckles relaxing in his seat.

Wooyoung shrugged, deciding to let it go, and just as he was about to turn the corner to your apartment building, the black BMW took the opposite turn, making Wooyoung relax in his seat again.

Yeonjun kept staring at you in the reflection of the window. He didn’t know how you would react the next morning so he decided he wouldn’t stick around to find out.

After he carried you inside of your apartment, he set you down on your bed with the help of Wooyoung opening every door for him. Being in here felt different than before. Your house was messier than usual, and it wasn't like he could just crawl in bed next to you to hold you as you slept off your intoxicated state.  

He changed you into clean clothes and even got rid of your false eyelashes for you. You were still asleep but you did whine a few times before he was able to tuck you in. He sighed, kissing your forehead, and wrote you a small note. Leaving it on your bedside table before he went back to the living room, seeing Wooyoung patiently wait for him so the two of them could leave.

“Thanks for waiting and putting up with me all night.” Yeonjun smiled apologetically as he held out his hand.

Wooyoung took a hold of his hand as Yeonjun helped him get up from the couch, and he snickered.

“Ah don’t mention it. We’re even now.” Wooyoung says with a wink.

“For what?” Yeonjun asks raising his eyebrow.

“For kissing her, remember.” Wooyoung says as he made his way to your front door.

“Right. Let’s never speak of that again.” Yeonjun says clinging on to Wooyoung’s shoulder as they walk out of your apartment.  

“Deal.”  

Your alarm went off, waking you from your hibernation at 10 AM.  

That’s strange? You didn’t set an alarm clock.  

You keep your eyes closed, feeling around the bed for your phone to turn the obnoxious sound off when it suddenly hit you that you were in your own bed.  

Your eyes shoot open out of shock and bits and pieces from last night are starting to come back to you.  

You got drunk, you got absolutely baked and then you ended up in Johnny’s bed to sleep it off but how the fuck did you get home?

You jolt upwards, feeling a pounding headache come to the surface as you look around.  

Everything looks normal. You were dressed in an oversized t-shirt; your clothes were neatly folded on your dresser and even your make-up was off.

There is no way in hell you did all that by yourself…

You get up slowly, trying not to lose your balance and right at the moment you stretched your body, your gaze falls on a note on your bedside table.

Your eyes widen when you recognize the cursive handwriting and you hold your breath as you read the note.  

I hope you’re feeling better,

Drink lots of water and try to eat something more nutritious than instant noodles ok?

Yeonjun.

You keep reading the words over and over again but your mind couldn’t comprehend the fact that he was here, in your apartment, and helped you change out of your party wear.

Well, fuck.

You rake your hand through your hair and sigh not knowing what to do with this information.

How did he know where you were? And why did he come to get you?

A million questions ran through your mind but you weren’t exactly ready to talk to him about it so you dial the only reliable eye witness you remember being there, Ryujin.

[Y/N, 10.04 AM]: Please fill me in on the blocks of memory missing from my brain. Why the fuck did Yeonjun take me home. I’m so lost.

[Ryujin, 10:05 AM]: Good morning to you too lmaoo

[Ryujin, 10:05 AM]: Dude, it was like a kdrama.  

[Y/N, 10.05 AM]: What now????

[Ryujin, 10:06 AM]: Idk how Yeonjun figured out that you were there but he basically made a big ass scene and argued with Johnny since he wouldn’t let Yeonjun in at first but then things got so soft and cute. Like he caressed your cheek and carried you to the car. You even told him it was ok for him to take you home.

[Y/N, 10.06 AM]: I did!?

[Y/N, 10.06 AM]: Omg…wtf…I’m speechless.

[Ryujin, 10:07 AM]: Is there a problem? Aren’t you two a thing?

Well shit, what do you reply to that?

You let Ryujin’s words and Yeonjun’s actions register to you a bit before you could even think of a response to send her.

The past week has been hell. You’ve been going to class with an empty mind and soul, basically living on automatic pilot. You didn’t allow yourself to feel cause if you did, you were sure you were going to have a meltdown.

You couldn’t handle losing Yeonjun and Mia in one day, so you kind of pretended it never happened.

You blocked both of them from your socials and hung out with different people. Even though Soobin checked in on you and you on him, you hadn’t seen him.

You guess that seeing each other would spark a conversation both of you weren’t ready to have; so, you actively avoided each other.

You both needed time, and you also had different ways of dealing with your feelings.

Whereas Soobin stayed home and hung out with the guys, you went out and got drunk on schooldays.  

In the past week you had done a lot of thinking. You tried to justify both Mia and Yeonjun’s actions but no matter how hard you tried; you just couldn’t see it from their point of view. Though you do realize that they didn’t have malicious intent, you were more sad than angry.

Truth is you missed them, but you didn’t know how to move past this either, especially with Yeonjun.

Last night's events changed something for you though, and you needed to talk about it with someone who knew exactly what you were going through and the only person who fit that description was Soobin.

After replying to Ryujin with a short ‘I’ll talk to you about it later” you asked Soobin to meet you in a bakery near Campus for Brunch and he agreed.

You knew you could lure him to any spot that sold bread so here you were, 1,5 hours later. Sitting at a window seat table while you waited for Soobin to arrive. 

You quickly checked your appearance in the front camera of your phone. You did your best to hide the bags under your eyes with some much-needed concealer and even used eye drops to subside the swelling and lingering redness.

If Soobin found out what you did last night, he’d kill you, and that’s an understatement.

As Soobin walked into the bakery, the door made a ringing sound and you immediately looked up. He was dressed in a white t-shirt paired with his favorite denim jacket. He looked tired, the dark bags under his eyes being a dead give-away to the lack of sleep he had gotten in the past week. It made your heart ache for him and suddenly you want to kick yourself for not making an effort to see him sooner.

His eyes found yours and he gave you a sweet smile as he was glad to see you after a week of separation. You got up to hug him without a word and the two of you just stand there for a while, wrapped up in each other’s embrace. The much-needed comfort made you close your eyes as your cheek rested on his chest and he sighed, patting your hair before he gave you a kiss on your forehead while letting go of you slowly.

You both sat down and stared at each other for a few seconds. He assessed your appearance and frowned.  

“Did you lose weight?” he asks a little concerned.

You shrug, not wanting to tell him about your loss of appetite. “How are you?” you ask, trying to change the subject.

“You first.”

“No, you first.” You insist this time, your eyes widening as a threat.

“Ugh fine.” He sighed, knowing that you could go at it for literal hours.

“I feel like shit. I miss Mia. I miss Yeonjun hyung, but I can’t forgive or forget about what happened.”

“Same.” You rest your elbow on the table so your hand could support your heavy head. You rubbed your forehead and bit your lip, contemplating if you should tell Soobin about what happened last night.

“I saw him last night," you confess.

“What? Where?” Soobin was surprised, to say the least. He didn’t think you’d be ready for that so soon.

“Well, technically he saw me, I didn’t see him,” you explain.

Soobin pouted to show his confusion and that’s when you start rambling. You told him everything you could recall but he stopped you midway.

“Why were you passed out?”

“Because I mixed,” you say avoiding eye contact as you sip on your iced coffee.

“Mixed what? Drinks?”

“No…I…accidentally…hypothetically…might have joined the crackheads.”  

Soobin’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull and he raised his voice at you without second thought.

“You did WHAT!?”  

People in the café were giving him looks and embarrassment flushed to his ears before he averted his attention back to you, speaking to you in a more hushed tone.

“Y/n what the fuck,” he whisper-screamed. “Why the fuck would you resort to drugs.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose.” You breathe. “I guess the whole situation of Yeonjun basically planning to abandon me before he returned, sparked some childhood trauma of my dad leaving for the army. It felt the same way and I never want to feel like that again so I just…got drunk and…stumbled into the garden and ended up with a blunt in my mouth before I could think about it.”

Saying it out loud was a big step, because you hadn’t gotten as far as making that connection yet, but you realize it could very much be right. You had a fear of abandonment, and Yeonjun basically confessing that he was planning to never return if it wasn’t for his housekeeper telling him that he should go back didn’t quite help with that hypothesis.  

Soobin sighed, he felt bad for you but he still felt like it wasn’t a valid reason for you to turn to drugs, even if it was just weed. People with traumas are more susceptive to addiction and he didn’t want that for you, so he’d make sure you’d never go near it again.

“Just never do it again.” He says sternly, giving you his warning glare.

You make eye contact again and sigh in relief, nodding sheepishly as you chew on your straw.

“Y/n, I hope you realize that healthy relationships shouldn’t feel like what Yeonjun hyung has given you until now.”  

Soobin’s words made you look up at him again. Ouch. That hurt. But he’s right.

The bad started to outweigh the good a long time ago and you knew it.

“It’s clear that he loves you, and he explained he wanted to stay away from you out of love and fear to drag you down with him but…the way he communicates. The way he thinks he resolves issues by lying about them. It’s not…it’s just not it. You can’t fix him y/n. He has to do that on his own.”

Soobin’s advice was never the type of advice that comforted you, because Soobin only told you the truth, and the truth hurt.  

Because the truth is that even if you were to forgive Yeonjun for lying to you and manipulating you, how could you get through to him when he thinks his decisions are justified because they were made out of love for you?  

He left you because he loved you.

He left you because you deserved better.

But he still left you while making you believe that he wouldn’t leave forever, and even though he did come back, the fact that he withheld that information from you for whatever reason he had; still broke your trust.

“I’m tired of giving him chances.”

“Then don’t give him any.”  

“Yeah, that’s easier said than done Soobin. My feelings for him don’t just have an on and off switch. I love him but we’ve had a 10 years marriage worth of drama and we’ve only been seeing each other for 3 and a half months, and he was gone for most of it.”  

“Yeah, that’s some shit.” Soobin says as he looks around the café to try and organize his thoughts.  

His eye landed on the table next to him because he felt like he was being watched.

A man dressed in a black suit with a sharp jawline and slicked-back dark hair was typing throughout your whole conversation, but when both of you stopped talking, the man stopped typing.

He made eye contact with the middle-aged man for a split second and Soobin’s gaze stopped at the shiny silver pen in the front pocket of the man’s suit. It clearly read C.E Holdings Group.

You were staring out the window yourself, so nothing was registering to you, but when the mystery man’s phone lit up, Soobin’s eyes darted to the caller ID.

Again, with the C.E. Soobin’s blinked a couple of times and he quickly averted his attention back to you; trying not to be obvious.

C.E? Choi Enterprises? Could he be right or is he just being paranoid?

Suddenly Yeonjun’s monologue to you from that godforsaken dark day popped back into Soobin’s brain as he reminisced about what Yeonjun said to you in an attempt to make you understand why he lied to you about all of it.

“Y/n you’re not getting it…being in the know could get you hurt. If malicious people were after the company, or if my dad had enemies, I didn’t know about… I could never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me.”

“Soobin, are you okay? You look paler than usual,” you ask cocking your eyebrow at him.

Soobin broke out of his trance and nodded absentmindedly.

If you were being followed there was only one way to find out.

“Let’s get our food to go, the weather is still nice. We can eat it at the park,” he says getting up all of a sudden. He didn’t want to tell you yet because you’d freak out. So, this was the only way to get you to leave without noticing something was up.  

“….Okay…..” he was acting weird, but you decided to comply with him given the circumstances. You got up, brushing past him to get your order to go.  

“Weirdo,” you whisper under your breath.  

Soobin’s change in attitude was odd.  

The two of you walked around the park and he was super restless for some reason. He was constantly looking over his shoulder and you just about had enough.

“Let’s sit down somewhere already.” You complain and Soobin snapped out of his trance, nodding quietly before sitting down at a bench with a view over the lake.

“What is wrong with you? Is it because of Mia? Why won’t you talk to me about her? You keep avoiding the topic and preach about Yeonjun and me when you’re the one with a two-year-old relationship on the line.” You say as you hand him his croissant.  

Your words might have come out a little harsh, but Soobin knew your intentions. He snapped out of his paranoia once again and looked at your concerned facial expression while he took the pastry from your hold.

You sat there and talked about everything. Soobin was able to relax a bit more given the fact that the guy from before was nowhere to be found, which made him re-think his theory of being followed.  

During your talk it was clear that Soobin missed Mia, and that he regretted not communicating with her more before he broke things off with her. Despite it all, he wasn’t ready to look past the situation yet and you completely understood; because you felt the exact same way.

“She hasn’t reached out to me, and I haven’t seen her in class either," you say as you rest your head on his shoulder. Your hangover was still present, so you were getting tired, and Soobin was quick to notice.

“Maybe it’s time for me to talk to her…alone.”  

“You’re ready for that?” you ask lifting your head off of his shoulder to look at him.

“I honestly just want to know if she’s okay…after all, it’s not like I stopped loving her.”  

You nod understandingly. An involuntary yawn escapes your lips and you close your eyes, placing your head back on Soobin’s shoulder. You sat in the park for hours and hours on end and it was already past 5.

He looked down at you and chuckled, patting your head in comfort. “Let’s get you home.”

You were grateful for the ride home since you didn’t even have to ask for it. It’s the little things Soobin does that made you realize just how lucky you are to have him.

After all, the reason he broke things off with Mia was not so much about their issues, but about your issues with her and you knew that even though you didn’t know how, things were going to have to get back to normal with Mia and Soobin because you couldn’t stand to see him in pain like this.

Soobin pulled up to your apartment building shortly after, stopping as close to the entrance as possible.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say as you unbuckle your seatbelt. You go in for a clumsy hug and he chuckled, kissing the top of your head before you open the car door to get out.

“No prob-” he stopped mid-sentence when his eye landed on a black BMW with tinted windows that he’s never seen before. The car was parked across the lot, and it wasn't exactly blending in with the cheaper cars around. When Soobin spotted the BMW, the window rolled up and he swore he saw the same slicked-back hairdo from the man he saw before in the café.

“U ok?” you ask as you hold the car door open, assessing a rather frazzled looking Soobin.

“Hey, should I come inside with you?” He suddenly asks, his face held an expression you couldn’t quite read so you gave him a look. “Eh, no. I think I’m just gonna sleep this headache off.”

“Oh…well…if anything happens you call me ok.”

“Why would anything hap-”

“Just call me, Ok.”

You frown at his once again, super odd behavior and nod. “Ok...I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you…” Soobin says absentmindedly. He eyed the car a little longer and it drove off, making him relax a little more in his seat.

You closed the door and walk into your apartment building and Soobin watched you as you did just in case.

He grabbed his phone, dialing the only number that made sense to him right now, and to his surprise, he picked up almost immediately.

“Yeonjun hyung are you home? We need to talk.”

“What do you mean followed?” Yeonjun asks immediately alerted by Soobin’s story.

“Do you happen to have one of those company pens around here?”  Soobin says as he made his way to Yeonjun’s desk to skim the surface.

Yeonjun raised his eyebrows, getting up to retrieve the silver pen with black engraving from his drawer to hand to Soobin.

He assessed the tiny object and turned it to read the engraving. C.E Holdings Group. “Fuck, it’s the same.”

“And you LEFT her by herself!?” Yeonjun remarks as he rakes his hand through his hair in distress.

“I didn’t know for sure, I thought I was just being paranoid but when I saw the black car with those tinted windows outside of the building I freaked.”  

He started pacing around his room with large eyes.

“Wait, a car?” Was it…”

“A black BMW” they both say in unison, and suddenly the air got thick.

“You’ve seen the car?”  

“Yes, last night when Wooyoung and I drove y/n home, Wooyoung mentioned that he felt like we were being followed by a black BMW.”

“Oh my fucking god.” Soobin says throwing his head back in frustration.

“Why the fuck would they follow her? And who is he working for? What the fuck is going on. I knew I shouldn’t have come back, look at what’s happening.” Yeonjun was rambling, throwing all of his thoughts on the table. He sat down on his bed, burying his face in his hands as his pupils darted back and forth.

“Hyung…calm down.” Soobin tries to comfort Yeonjun by putting a hand on his shoulder but he should’ve known better.

“Don’t tell me to calm down.” Yeonjun bites back. “I could have prevented this.”

Soobin sighed, hating to admit that if he was in Yeonjun’s shoes; he would’ve done the exact same things to protect Mia. Soobin didn’t realize the scale of it all. How much shit was on the line and how different Yeonjun’s world was from theirs, but this changed everything.

Like Yeonjun once said, it was a matter of billions and people would do crazy things to get to those billions; but what did you have to do with that? Did they want to get to Yeonjun through you? Blackmail him? Kill him? Kill you?  

Soobin’s mind was basically reciting every K-drama he has ever seen and he was about to combust before Yeonjun snapped him out of his thoughts.

“You have to go back,” he states looking at Soobin. “She might not be safe; we have to tell her.”

“Oh yeah, let’s just tell her she’s being shadowed by some dude, that won’t freak her out.”

“It’s better than saying nothing. I will literally sleep in front of her door if I have to Soobin. We have to find out who he’s working for, and what he wants. She’s not safe, we’re not safe.”

“What the fuck did our lives turn into.” Soobin says letting out an exasperated sigh.

Yeonjun bit the inside of his cheek nervously as he kept thinking about what he possibly could have missed when he was investigating the situation back home. Was it his mother? Was he wrong about her? Or was it some random foe in the company that he didn’t know about?  

Hearing the boys laugh in the living room made him snap out of his thoughts and he looked at the door of his bedroom, realizing how many people he cared for could be in potential danger.  

“The boys can’t know.” Yeonjun says. “We protect them from this. We don’t need more targets on anyone's backs. We have to keep them as far away from this shit as possible.”  

Soobin nodded, agreeing with Yeonjun. “Let’s go to y/n together alright. She won’t listen to me; you know how she is.” Soobin says as he looks at Yeonjun and he nodded, rubbing his forehead in agony.

Yeonjun was completely out of it. His mind was doing cartwheels as he freaked out on the inside.  

“Hyung, it’s gonnabe ok. I’m with you on this.” Soobin says holding out his hand for Yeonjun.

Yeonjun looked up, somehow glad that Soobin and he were looking past their issues to solve this mystery, but he couldn’t be glad about anything right now, given the circumstances.

Yeonjun grabs Soobin’s hand and Soobin pulled him up from the bed, looking into Yeonjun’s equally dark and tired eyes. “Let’s go”

The sun had set for a while now.  

It was past 8 and Mia was fidgeting with her sleeves, contemplating if she should ring your doorbell.

She came all the way to your house but somehow, she didn’t think things through fully.

What if you didn’t want to see her? What if you were just as mad as before?

She built up the courage to ring your doorbell and no later than 10 seconds you opened the door, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before you realized who it was.

“Mia?” you say a little dumbfounded.

“C-can I come in?” she asked with sad eyes.

You bite your lip, and nod, stepping aside so she could walk into your apartment.  

For some odd reason you had the feeling as if Mia’s eyes weren’t the only ones looking at you and as she steps inside of your apartment, you skim the hallways with your eyes, but there was no one in sight.

You stand there frozen for a second before you turn your attention to Mia, closing the door behind you.  

The silence was awkward when you poured a cup of her favorite mandarin green tea for her as she was sitting on your couch, waiting for you to sit down with her so you could talk.  

In the meantime, Soobin and Yeonjun had raced their way over to your house, and to their horror, the black BMW had returned.  

Yeonjun was the first one to run out of Soobin's car to inspect the BMW, he had no idea what he was running towards, how dangerous It would be, and what could happen if he exposed whoever was in there but he didn’t care.

He hit the hood of the car and tried to look inside but the vehicle was empty.  

Soobin jogged after Yeonjun after having parked his car on the sidewalk. “Empty?”

Yeonjun nodded, kicking a dent into the front car door out of frustration.  

“He can’t be far.”

You sat down with Mia, handing her the cup and just as she was about to speak, a weird cracking noise at your front door alerted both of you.

“Is…someone trying to break your lock?” Mia says with wide eyes. You look at her in panic and put your finger over your mouth, telling her to stop talking.

You get up with the cup of boiling hot tea in your hand, and tiptoe your way to your front door to look through the peephole. Mia got up as well, watching you like a hawk as she trailed behind you.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you see an unknown man trying to force your lock open and you cover your mouth to suppress a gasp.

You don’t know what went through your mind but you didn’t have time to think. 

You open your door with a fast swing, startling the unknown intruder in the process.

“Y/N!” Mia yelled trying to pull you back but you didn’t budge.

He reached into his pocket to retrieve something shiny, but before he could do anything, you throw the cup of hot water in his face, making him groan and drop his pockets’ contents on the floor.  

He ran for it, and right that second the elevator doors open across the hall, and you see Yeonjun and Soobin with balled fists and alarmed facial expressions run over to you.

You made eye contact with both of them as adrenaline rushed through your veins, everything happened so damn fast that you couldn’t process how or why this was happening. And why Soobin and Yeonjun magically appeared at the right timing.

“Stay with them.” Yeonjun tells Soobin in panic as he ran after the perpetrator in the opposite direction without hesitation.

“YEONJUN NO!” You yell. You wanted to run after him as well, but Soobin stops you by blocking you with his body, shocked to see a frozen Mia behind you in the door way of your apartment.

Your neighbors came out of their apartments to see what the fuss was about, and suddenly you felt your head spinning. People were gathering outside of their homes in confusion as they talked amongst themselves, but nothing registered to you as adrenaline kept coursing through your veins.

“Let me go!” you protest, but Soobin doesn’t move. It didn’t take long for you to give up the fight and you look to the floor, seeing a cracked iPhone lying next to a knife and suddenly shivers ran down your spine at the thought of what he could have done to you with that weapon.  

“S-Soobin what’s going on.” Mia says as her eyes found his.

Soobin sighed, turning around to talk to the crowd that had formed in the halls. “Nothing to see here people, please go back inside.”

“We need to call the cops” Mia says. “Was it a coincidence that you showed up here?”

Soobin shook his head, retrieving the phone from the floor as your neighbors went back inside with confused faces. A few of them lingered around and to your relief you see Yeonjun come back up the fire escape.

“I lost the motherfucker.” He shouts in anger walking into your apartment as he brushed passed you, exploring every room just to be sure. “He drove off so fast there was no way I could catch up.”

You were completely dazed and out of it, all you heard was white noise even though Soobin and Mia were talking to each other and when Yeonjun came back from inspecting your bedroom, he ran to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and trapping you into his embrace.

“Oh my god, thank god you’re okay,” he says obviously overcome with emotion as he held you close to his chest. His hand was on your head, trying to comfort you and it worked. The recent events finally got to you as you melt in his hold and you start to tremble as the shock in your body gets replaced by realization.

This could have ended a lot differently.

Soobin closes your front door and put his arm around Mia who was just as shocked by what happened. He held her hand, intertwining their fingers as he kissed her temple. “Are you ok?”  

She nodded, sighing as she let go of Soobin, she wanted answers and fast.

“Is someone going to tell us what the fuck is going on?” She says looking from you to Yeonjun to Soobin and then back to you with worried eyes.  

Yeonjun reluctantly let go of you. He didn’t know where to start because everything happened so fast. 30 minutes ago, he was in his room, not suspecting a thing before Soobin barged in with his crazy but justified assumptions.

“When we were in the bakery, I saw a man watching us. And when I dropped you off at home, I saw a car with someone inside that looked like him. That same car was following Yeonjun and Wooyoung last night as well.” Soobin explains as he made his way to you. He held you by your shoulders, inspecting you from head to toe.

“Did he touch you?”

You shake your head and sigh but Mia chimes in, in an attempt to lighten the mood. “You guys should’ve seen her, she turned full G.I Joe on the man and threw her tea in his face.”  

You manage to let out a chuckle and sit down on the armrest of your couch trying to wrap your mind around what Soobin just said.

Yeonjun couldn’t even think of cracking a smile. Too lost in thought to be fully present.

“What does he want? Who is he? This can’t be random?” You ask looking at Yeonjun with hopeful eyes. For once you wanted him to tell you the truth.

“No,” Yeonjun says. “Because it isn’t”

“Huh?” Mia says a little annoyed at their vagueness. “We should have called the cops.”

“No, it’s…” Soobin hesitated but continued after Yeonjun gave him a small nod. “I saw the Choi Enterprise's watermark on a pen in his suits’ front pocket at the bakery.”

Your eyes shoot to Soobin’s in shock. “That’s why you wanted to leave and why you were acting so weird?”

Soobin nodded guiltily and you scoff. “Why didn’t you tell me.”

“Because I wasn’t sure, but the pen, the phone it all….” Soobin stopped mid-sentence and all of you looked to him in confusion.

He retrieved something from his pocket and showed it to you. “He dropped his fucking phone.”

“Oh my god.” Yeonjun says walking up to Soobin to check out the device.

All of you walk over to your dinner table and sit down, trying different passcodes to unlock the phone but it was to no avail. After having blocked access for more than 15 minutes you give up until the phone started to buzz against the surface of your wooden table.

It was an anonymous caller ID this time, and all of you look to Yeonjun.

“Well…is anyone going to get that?” Mia says as she looked at the rest of you.

Soobin was nervously biting his nails while you just stared at the phone.

Yeonjun gulped before he took the phone from the table, sliding his finger over the screen to accept the call.

He put the phone on speaker and stayed silent.

“Status report?”  

"...Hello?"

All of your eyes widened at the same time and Yeonjun ended the call immediately. Shivers ran down your spine and you swallow harshly as you fixate your gaze on Yeonjun.

That voice, you’ve heard it before, and you knew exactly who it belonged to.

“No…” he says as his heart drops. “This can’t be her.”

“Yeonjun…” you try to hold his hand but he pulls away, all eyes were on him as he got up, you were worried for him and uncertain of what to do. 

He couldn’t take this, not after everything else that happened.  

He looked completely lost as disbelief washed over him, he bit his lip; choking back tears that welled up in his eyes.

“It can’t be Lita.”  

Chapter 13.

[lunasilvermorny]

Christmas party - Truth or Dare (Year 5)

Luna spent most of the Christmas holiday at the Weasleys’, but since her mother and little sister were in the US and her father was in Germany, Luna decided to take the opportunity and have a party at her house.

Invited and showed up: Rowan, Bill, Charlie, Penny, Ben, Tonk, Tulip, Barnaby, Andre, Jae, Badeea, Liz, Diego and Chiara.

Uninvited but still showed up: Merula and Ismelda. (Barnany brought them along.)

Haven’t showed up: Talbott (doesn’t like parties), all the Quidditch characters (Orion, McNully, Skye and the rest of the team.)

They spent most of the time playing Truth or Dare.

Rules: if anyone lies or doesn’t agree to answer a question or do a dare, they have to drink. Rowan, Badeea and Liz have a special permission not to drink alcohol.

Self-appointed judge: Penny.

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But before we start, this post in a nutshell:

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Round #1 – Penny asks Jae:

Penny: Oh, look at that. I get to ask first.

Luna: Have you rigged-?

Penny: Jae, truth or dare?

Jae: Is that even a question? Dare, obviously.

Penny: Kiss the most beautiful girl in the room.

Jae leaned over to his right and gave Chiara a kiss on the cheek. She smiled while blushing and put her head on his shoulder. He let out a giggle and hugged her with one arm.

Penny: Are we first graders? French her!

Chiara turned even redder.

Jae: Next time, be more specific.

Luna: Okay, I think we can all agree that people will kiss however they like, Penny.

Penny: Cowards.

Round #2 – Liz asks Badeea:

Liz: Truth or dare?

Badeea: Truth.

Liz: Who do you think should have all of Luna’s pets-?

Luna: Hey!

Liz: Me or her?

Badeea: I would like at least one night of sleep without chaos.

Luna: This question is obviously about me, I call foul! Liz should drink!.. Water, I guess.

Penny: What do you think?

Tonks: Boo!

Tulip: You’re a crybaby!

Andre: The question is fine by me.

Everyone seemed to agree.

Penny: Overruled.

Luna: What?

Andre: I think Luna should drink for interrupting the game.

Luna: That’s not a rule!

Andre: Judge?

Penny: Drink!

Luna: Fine!

Liz: Back to the question…

Badeea: Ah, let Luna keep them.

Luna: Thank you!

Penny: Do you want another drink for interference?

Luna: Yes.

Penny: No, It’s no fun if you’re enjoying it. Every time you interrupt, you don’t get a drink.

Luna: Boo!

Round #3 – Tonks asks Ben:

Tonks: Truth or DARE?

Ben: *slightly terrified* Truth.

Tonks: Seriously? You’re a Gryffindor!

Bill: Don’t be mean.

Jae: She has a point.

Bill: Jae.

Jae: What? You can’t take house-points from me now, hot-shot.

Tulip: *turns to Luna* Same for you!

Luna: Do I look sober enough to take points?

Tulip: Yes.

Luna: Low blow!

Tonks: Whatever… Truth? What should I ask?

Tulip: I’ve got one – do you sleep with any stuffed animal?

Ben: W-what? No!

Jae: He’s lying. He has a teddy-bear.

Ben: That doesn’t count.

Tonks: DRINK!

Ben: But-

Most of them started chanting- “Drink! Drink! Drink!”

Penny: Sorry, Ben. Those are the rules.

Ben: But Tulip asked the question.

Tonks: And I accepted it. Drink! Drink!

Penny: Drink up, Ben.

Ben took sip of beer and looked disgusted.

A round of applause filled the room.

Luna: Welcome to adulthood, kid!

Ben: No thank you.

Round #4 – Diego asks Chiara:

Diego: Truth or dare, beautiful?

Jae frowned.

Chiara: Truth.

Diego: Who is the best dueler in this room?

Luna: Seriously?

Chiara: Hmmm….

Tulip: She’s too nice for this question!

Penny: She’ll live.

Chiara: Hmm… Barnaby?

Luna and Jae burst into laughter. Barnaby looked excited.

Diego: Are you sure-?

Merula: She gave her answer, move on.

Diego: But she’s obviously mistaken.

Merula: Obviously. Everyone knows that-

Penny: Everyone, take a shot whenever Merula says the thing!

Merula: Very funny. But I am the most powerful witch at Hogwarts.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank.

Merula: Ismelda!

Ismelda: What? That’s the rule.

Round #5 – Tulip asks Ben:

Ben: Oh boy.

Tulip: *with a vicious expression* Truth or dare?

Ben: T-truth?

Tulip: Have you ever farted then blamed someone else?

Ben: *turned red* WHAT?

Tonks and Tulip burst into laughter.

Penny: Answer the question, Ben.

Ben: No!

Jae: I don’t know, feels like a lie…

Tonks: Judge?

Penny: *rolled her eyes* Overruled. Next.

Tulip: No fun! This was a classic question!

Jae: No doubts.

Tonks: I’ll drink to that!

Tonks, Tulip and Jae raised their shot glasses and drank their content.

Round #6 – Andre asks Rowan:

Andre: Truth or dare?

Rowan: Hmmm… Hmmmm…

Penny: Just pick one.

Rowan: It’s not an easy decision to make. On the one hand, truth has the potential to be less embarrassing, because it doesn’t involve any physical action. On the other hand, a question can be highly personal and the if you ask the right one, it might be even more embarrassing than a simple-

Tonks: Boo! Drink!

Penny: But he doesn’t drink alcohol.

Tonks: Boo! Disqualify!

Rowan: Fine! Dare! *he regretted it immediately* I mean, truth!

Andre: Too late! I dare you to drink from your butt.

Rowan: WHAT?!

Tulip: Wow.

Tonks: Amazing.

Penny: Definitely too far.

Bill: That’s disgusting, Andre.

Luna: I think I speak for everyone when I say – no one wants to see that.

Jae: Let the man drink!

Penny: No, too disgusting.

Andre: Seriously? Fine. I dare you to put one of Luna’s mum’s dresses. Fair enough?

Penny: Sounds fair to me.

Rowan: Luna!

Luna: Those are the rules, mate.

Rowan: Then I’ll drink.

Everyone Booed and Tonks threw an empty can of beer at him.

Rowan: Fine, fine! I’ll wear the dumb dress.

Everyone cheered.

Tulip: You are one of us now, Andre.

Andre winked at her.

Tulip, Tonks and Jae: One of us! One of us!

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There is much more, so if you like it - keep reading. (They’re basically getting more and more shit-faced, so... Yeah, fun!)

Round #7 – Jae asks Ben:

Ben: Why always me?!

Jae: Truth or dare?

Ben: Truth.

Jae: Are you sure about that?

Ben looked nervous, but after he took a peek at Andre, he said- “Yes!”

Tulip: I have a good one!

Ben: Please, not you again.

Penny: Tulip, let other people ask embarrassing questions.

Tulip: But mine are the best.

Jae: If you had a love potion, would you use it on your crush?

The room fell silent. Ismelda turned red and lowered her head.

Luna: What the-?

Liz: That’s horrible, Jae!

Tonks: It’s a question.

Liz: A very morally questionable one!

Penny: It’s just a question. Proceed.

Liz: Really?

Ben: No, I would never do that.

Luna: Of course you wouldn’t.

Liz: Get your shit together, Jae.

Tulip: Would you relax?

Liz: Hey, Jae. Here’s a question. Would you force yourself on anyone-?

Penny: All right, that’s too far. Let’s move on.

Jae: What’s your problem?

Liz: That’s what love potion does!

Bill: Let’s all calm down, it’s all in good fun.

Penny: Yeah, he didn’t mean anything by it, Liz.

Liz: I hope not.

Jae: It was just a question, you’re reading too much into it.

Luna: All right, Let’s move on-

Ismelda: Yeah, lay off him, Liz! Thinking about something is not the same as doing something!

Liz: Why, have you ever thought about it?

Ismelda: No!

Liz: Really? Because it sounds like-

Merula: Would you back off?

Penny: Enough! Everyone, take three shots and cheer for the next round!

Round #8 – Badeea asks Charlie:

Badeea: Truth or dare?

Charlie: Is it about dragons?

Bill: Really, Charlie?

Charlie: I’m just checking my options.

Tonks: Just answer the question!

Charlie: Okay – dare.

Badeea: I dare you to tell your most embarrassing story.

Charlie: Yes! It is about dragons!

Bill: Oh, come on.

Charlie: So we were in CoMC class-

Round #9 – Chiara asks Barnaby:

Chiara: Truth or dare?

Barnaby: What’s the one with the cool things?

Ismelda: Dare.

Barnaby: Dare!

Chiara: Umm.. I dare you to dance while you balance a glass of water on your head.

Jae: Good one.

Barnaby: That sounds like fun!

Ismelda: Just don’t spill it on me.

Barnaby danced around the room while balancing the glass on his head for 30 seconds before it fell and spilled on Ismelda.

Ismelda: Of course.

Round #10 – Penny asks Bill:

Penny: Always asking, never answering. Such a cruel fate.

Ben: Want to switch?

Penny: Truth or dare?

Bill: Dare.

Penny: I dare you to kiss your crush – on the mouth this time. We’re not 12.

Penny winked at Luna that in return made an “abort” move with her hand.

Bill: I can’t, she’s not here. *his tone was cold*

Luna blushed and took a long sip directly from the wine bottle she was holding.

Penny: Okay, then. Next, I guess. I was just trying to spice things up a bit… Excuse me!

Round #12 – Barnaby asks Ismelda:

Ismelda: Truth.

Barnaby: But I didn’t-

Ismelda: Truth!

Barnaby looked at Penny and then smiled.

Barnaby: Tell us who’s your crush!

Penny: Finally! Thank you, Barnaby. I was getting bored.

Luna and Ismelda exchanged looks.

Ismelda took a shot glass and drank its content as fast as possible.

Penny: Oh, come on!

Round #15 – Ben asks Diego:

Ben: Finally! I don’t have to answer embarrassing questions!

Tonks: Just you wait, boy.

Ben looked terrified again.

Ben: *without looking away from Tonks* D-diego, truth or dare?

Diego: *grinned* Dare, of course!

Ben: Hmm… I dare you to… to… I- I don’t know.

Penny: Make it about his crush, you fool!

Luna: Woah, there.

Penny: It’s like you guys never played this game before!

Ben: I dare you to… say if you have crush?

Penny: No! That’s a truth question!

Luna: Judge, maybe you should take it down a notch.

Penny: *sighed* I’m cool, I’m cool.

Diego: Penny is right, give me a spicy dare.

Diego winked at Ismelda that looked confused and disgusted at the same time.

Ben: I dare you to… have a drink?

Penny: Goddammit, Ben!

Diego: What a waste… *he took a sip of beer*

Round #22 - Luna asks Merula.

Luna: Nope.

Merula: No way.

They both took a shot.

Penny: Okay, moving on…

Round #26 – Barnaby asks Tonks:

Barnaby: Dare or truth?

Ismelda: Close enough.

Tonks: DARE!

Luna: We are way too drunk right now.

Barnaby: Kiss a girl!

Penny: Yes, good job, Barnaby!

Tonks: But which one?

Barnaby looked at Ismelda, she shrugged in return.

Barnaby: Tulip.

Tonks: Okay.

Tonks kissed Tulip.

Penny: And that’s how you kiss on Truth or Dare!

Luna: Yep, definitely too drunk.

Round #35? – Diego asks Andre:

Diego: Dare or dare?

Andre: Dare!

Barnaby: That wasn’t one of the options!

Diego: I dare… dare you… to fart!

Andre: On who?

Liz: You guys are too wasted-

Tonks: Disqualified!

Most of them yelled: Disqualified!

Diego: I dare you to kiss… Me.

Andre: Okay!

Badeea: Maybe we should lay down the-

Another roar of- “Disqualified” filled the room.

Round #? - Charlie asks Ismelda:

Charlie: What is your favorite dragon?

Ismelda: Truth.

Tonks: Disqualified!

Badeea: We should stop it.

Rowan: I don’t think we can.

Round #??!

Andre: Truth-dare or dare-truth?

Luna: DARE!

Tonks and Tulip howled.

Andre: Go to… *he pointed to the 3rd floor balcony that face the living room* there! And jump!

Rowan: Oh, no way. NO WAY!

*Luna stood on the sofa and then jumped on floor*

Luna: Yeah!!!

Andre: She did it! She actually did it!!!

Rowan: Oh, thank Merlin.

Badeea: This is too much.

Liz: Guys, enough is enough.

“DISQUALIFIED!”

Round ??!?#$@

Luna: Hey! Hey! HEY!

Merula: What?!

Luna: Dare!

Merula: Dare?

Luna: Dare!

Merula: Dare.

Luna: Go to hell!

Merula: I’ll meet you there!

Luna: AHH!

Merula: AHHHHHHHH!!

Barnaby: Who, me?

Ismelda: You ever thought… though we…be more than friends?

Barnaby: Another round of shots!

Everyone roared in excitement.

Round “why is this still a thing?”

Rowan: Truth or dare?

Liz: Truth.

Tonks: Drink!!

Last round

Luna: W-who’s still conscious-conscientious-contra-concon? *she giggled to herself* Nailed it.

Rowan, Liz and Badeea looked at her with their arms crossed.

Luna: Except for the nerds!

Silence.

Luna: Truth or dare?

Silence.

Luna: Drink!

A faint response from everyone who drank: Drink…

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:)

[leahxx129]

The Last Descendant (Sam Winchester x Reader) pt.2

Summary for pt.2: You wake up in an entirely unfamiliar place but soon run into a familiar face. As the days pass, you grow closer to each other but every good thing has to come to an end, right?

Warnings: cursing, careless medication use

Word count: 2.850-ish

Read Part 1 HERE.

You wake up with a headache and an unusually dry throat, but these are minor inconveniences comparing to the fact that the room you’re in strikes you completely unfamiliar. You have no idea where you are. You throw off the covers and try to get up, but a painful throb in your left leg slows you down a bit. You examine the aching limb just to discover an apple-sized deep purple spot on it.

„What the hell happened?” you mutter under your breath. Eventually, you bring yourself to get up and limp over to the bathroom. 

„Well, you look like crap, princess!” you compliment your reflection and decide to wash your face, which, you conclude, doesn’t help at all. 

You find some painkillers in the nightstand drawer and pop a few pills, not caring to read the instructions regarding the dosage first. You find your stuff on a chair in the corner but decide against putting the skintight jeans on. Your leg definitely isn’t in the condiotion to be sexy, so you just slip into your ankle boots that go surprisingly well with the oversized male plaid shirt you’re wearing. Walking gives you a great deal of trouble, but being the stubborn ass person you are, you choose to ignore it and leave the room anyway. The corridor is way too lit and it gives off a hospital vibe, but you can tell this place isn’t one. There is a strange symbol on each door which seems remarkably familiar, but you can’t quite put your finger on it just yet. You wander aimlessly through the corridors that follow each other until you hear a noise coming from a room. When you limp closer and peek in you can see a man standing in what appears to be a kitchen, back turned to you.

„Best defense is a good offense, so here goes nothing…” you think to yourself as you creep up behind him as quietly as possible. You grab a frying pan from a hanger and just as you are about to give it a swing, the man turns around and grabs your wrist.

„Whoa..hey..Y/N!”

You stand there speechless for a second but regain your composure considerably fast.

„Abercrombie?! What are you doing here??”

He rolls his eyes.

„I thought we’ve established it’s Sam and I live here.”

„Then what am I doing here?!”

„Y/N, just calm down, okay? I’ll explain everything-”

„Well, I’m listening!” you cut in nervously.

„Give me the frying pan first, before you hurt anyone!” he commands, and you hand him the kitchen utensil despite your unwillingness. „Great. Now take a seat, I doubt your leg is already as good as new.” he comments, his eyes lingering on the purple spot. „Want some coffee?”

„Sure.” you sit down on the chair closest to you „I drink it with two loads of sugar, sprinkled with a little bit of an explanation.”

He gives you the most authentic bitchface you’ve ever seen in your life as he sits down across to you and hands you your coffe.

„It’s kind of a long story.”

„I’m listening.”

„Well…in a nutshell, you forgot something in the hotel room and when you came back for it, I invited you to have a few drinks as a sign of my gratitude for saving my ass. Then after a few too many we caught up on that kinky wild sex you had joked about before.”

You stare at him doumbfounded, which he finds very entertaining.

„We drank absinthe, didn’t we?” you finally manage to say while running both  hands through your hair „I mean I love that shit, but it can fuck me up real bad.”

Your comment seems to break him, and he starts chuckling.

„What? What’s so funny, Winchester?” it takes a couple of second before it dawns upon you „This didn’t happen, did it?” you ask through gritted teeth.

„Nope. But you should’ve seen your face.” he shoots you a content smile.

„Quit messing with me because bad leg or not, I can still kick your 6”2’ ass.”

„Is that really the way you’d treat someone who saved your life?”

„What do you mean? And I want the truth this time.”

He sighes and his expression turns grim just in a matter of seconds.

„Remember the blonde chick with the vampire you killed?” you nod „Turns out she wan’t a victim you saved from becoming monster snack. She was his mate.”

„Oh, okay. And?”

„And… you could say that she was kind of pissed off that you decapitated her one true love. So, when you took off on your bike and turned on the interstate road, she hit you right in the side with a truck. It’s basically a miracle that you got off with nothing more than a fractured leg bone.”

You gulp your coffee slowly.

„Based on that look on your face, this is not the end of the story, is it?” 

„No.” his voice is barely above a whisper „She then took you to a nearby abandoned warehouse and… and she wanted to turn you. That’s when I arrived. You see, the part of you forgetting something in the hotel room wasn’t entirely a lie. You left your machete there. I went after you immediately, assuming you left the way you did as that’s the only way out of that town. I saw your bike in the bushes and the signs lead to the warehouse…. I was just on time.”

You can feel tear drops forming in the corners of your eyes, so you wipe them off before they have the chance to surfice. The fact that he cared enough to save you stirs up so many unwanted feelings, feelings you thought died a long time ago.

„Thanks.”

„No problem. You did the same for me.”

A long silence falls on the kitchen.

„Y/N?”

„Hmm?”

„When I fought with the vampire, something weird happened.”

„Yeah?”

„Yeah. When I cut her on the arm with your blade, she just… froze. Like… almost as if something was already killing her from the inside.”

You hesitate a little. Should you tell him? After all, he saved you. He deserves to know. Certain parts, at least.

„It was forged with dead man’s blood. Incapacitates those fuckers just long enough for hunters to cut their heads off. Real piece of work, might I add.”

He nods as if he’s confirming a theory.

„One more question… where’d you get it?”

„Every girl’s gotta have her secrets, Sam.” you smirk at him mysteriously.

You steal quick glances at Sam whenever he’s not looking. And when he’s researching, he rarely looks at anything but the lore book. What is it about this man? What is it that makes you sit here and help him instead of running? What happened to staying out of everyone’s business? A few hours ago he told you everything… he’d been drunk the night you met, because his brother’s in trouble and he has no idea how to save him and he just lost it. But the worst part came when he mentioned the Men of Letters and that you’re currently at a safe house of theirs. This only should’ve made you grab your stuff and get gone, but the part involving angels and Michael above all is kind of the main reason for leaving and never looking back. And yet here you are, helping him, convincing yourself it’s because he saved you and your leg still needs time to heal… You shut the book you’ve been reading a little too fast, drawing his attention to yourself.

„If I have to read one more sentence, I swear my eyeballs are gonna start spinning around in their sockets and I’ll see my brain.” you say quickly in your defense, looking as innocent as possible. The right corner of his lips curls into a barely visible smile.

„Go get some shut-eye. You’ve been very helpful, Y/N, thanks.”

„Yeah, I’ve been helpful at finding nothing….” you murmur in response.

„Hey, you went through an entire book in just a span of a few hours! I call that help, even if there is no relevant information in it. Sleep well.”

„Will do.” you force a smile knowing exactly how big of a lie your reply is.

You limp back to the room you woke up in and read the manual on the painkilling drugs.

„Shit!” it’s not strong enough to knock you out for the entire night. „Well then, Sam might crap his pants later this night when the show starts…” you whisper to yourself and take a couple of pills.

The fatigue and the warmth of your blanket soon sends you to sleep. You don’t know how long you usually go without dreams, but at one point they always appear. First, they start off nice, mostly memories of your family. You, your father, mother and brother having a barbecue in the backyard, or just watching TV in the living room, anything basic you enjoyed doing with them. Then there’s a turning point when everything goes to hell. They appear and slaughter your whole family in front of you, one by one. Your father is the last one. He sees you hiding and tries to mouth something to you, but he’s choking on his own blood and you can’t make out anything, at least not until it’s too late. Every scream, every death rattle stops once and for all and that’s when you realize what he was saying. And you do it, regardless that it’s almost no use. You always wake up exactly when this happens, sweaty and screaming, but this time it’s different. There is someone calling your name.

„Y/N, wake up…Jesus, Y/N, wake UP!!” you hear a deep manly voice. Still in the haze of your recurring nightmare, you’re not able to identify who and you do what any person in this line of job would – try to incapacitate the intruder. In a blink of an eye you pull the person onto yourself, then shift so you would be on top and point the gun you got from under your pillow in their face. You’re seeing stars from the pain that shoots through your leg as a result of your swift movements, but you do your best to ignore them and supress the urge of crying out. The only thing disturbing the heavy silence is your panting.

„Sam?!” you finally recognize him.

„Uh, yeah!” his hands are in the air, his gaze is shifting between the gun and your eyes. „I heard this awful screaming coming from your room and I thought something happened…”

You let the gun down and avert your eyes.

„Yeah, not so much. I mean, when people witness this, they freak out, but it’s just another typical night of fucked up sleep for me.”

„You were tossing and flailing and… it honestly sort of looked like you could hurt yourself.” he adds in a low tone.

„Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t. It’s fifty-fifty.” you admit, which quite frankly surprises you. You don’t really open up to anyone.

„I see…” his eyes then slowly travel all the way down your body from your face to your thighs as you are still stradling him.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you slide off him to his right side.

„Sorry about that. And, well, for the whole thing.”

„Oh, don’t be, it was nothing at all. I’ve seen a lot worse actually.” ha pauses for a second, but can’t keep himself from asking „Hey Y/N…Was this…was this about the reason you got into the life?”

„Make a guess.” you respond sarcastically, and he draws his brows together in confusion, awakening some guilt in you. Sam is just trying to be there for you to which your reaction is pushing him away.

„I’m sorry.” you sigh „Yeah. It was about the reason, damn straight. You know how everybody gets into the life by losing someone?” he nods „Well, try losing your whole family at fourteen. Now that can mess your head up real bad. Even though it’s been more than a decade now, my subconscious makes sure I never forget what happened.”

„You know, if you’d like to share-„ he starts but you jump in.

„I appreciate it, Sam, I really do, but I don’t think I can do it.” 

„Of course, it’s fine. „ he gets off the bed and starts towards the door but stops halfway and sits down in a chair. You look at him perplexed.

„Uhm, Sam? What are you doing?”

„Nothing. Just making sure that if you fall asleep, you won’t hurt yourself.”

„By sitting there and watching me sleep like a weird-ass creep?”

„Now that you say it out loud, yes, I admit it sounds way worse than it actually is-”

„Sam, I don’t need a sleeping nanny. I’m a big girl, I can handle a few bruises every now and then.”

„Y/N, please. I’m pretty sure that seeing my naked butt added to your trauma, so please let me do this for you. Let me help you. Or at least let me try.” he pleads. You suddenly realize the weight of his words. He really wants to do this for you and for himself. He couldn’t help his brother, and this chance strikes him as a step on the path of redemption.

„Okay. I hope you don’t snort.”

He smiles at you gratefully. You replicate his expression and turn to the other side and try to fall asleep again. You have no idea how much time has passed but you can’t take it anymore. You sit up abruptly.

„Okay, this isn’t working. I can’t fall asleep knowing that you’re sitting there and staring at me.”

„What? I’m not staring, don’t be ridiculous.” he scoffs.

„You know what? Come here.”

„Beg your pardon?”

„Sit here beside me. Or lay down. Or whatever. This way the whole thing won’t have that creepy stalking vibe.”

„You sure about that?” maybe you’re imagining it, but his voice sounds a bit higher than usual.

„Yup. Although I might kick you a few times, which I apologize for in advance.”

„O-Okay.” 

A couple of second pass when you feel the bed sink in a little bit on your left side.

„We can share my blanket if you’d like.”

„Thanks.” he whispers, and you feel him tug on the fabric.

„Good night, Sam.”

„Good night, Y/N.”

When Sam lays beside you, he makes sure to keep a certain distance between the two of you. But during the night when you wake up, you find yourself a little too close to him. Your head is on his chest, your right arm is around his torso. One of his arms is around you, his lips brush against your forhead. You can feel his hot breath fanning your face. Your very first intinct is to jump out of the bed as far away from him as possible, but somehow you don’t follow it. What the hell’s wrong with you now? Or was something wrong with you earlier when you thought cutting everyone out was the only way? You have no idea. And the fact that Sam’s hold around you tightens does not aid you in finding an answer.

The next morning you prepare breakfast by the time he wakes up. None of you mention the proximity you’ve experienced the previous night. The day goes by with researching. You try to crack a joke occasionally and it appears effective – he rewards them with a smile, even with a laughter once. 

Later on, your attempt at a peaceful slumber is again ruined by your restless subconscious. Sam bursts through the door. This time you don’t pull a gun at him – your shaking hands and tear-blurred eyes wouldn’t even let you - but sternly express your desire for him to leave. Being a Winchester, he does the exact opposite, this time not bothering to keep a distance.  Somehow your figure and his fit perfectly. This goes on for a few days, but you decide to leave. The research isn’t going anywhere, but Sam’s Mom and a friend named Bobby supposedly have a lead on his brother. Plus, you have your own business to run, you can’t keep on playing vacation and miss out on everything.

As a surprise, Sam’s fixed your bike that got trashed in the accident.

„I’m nowhere near my brother, but I did learn from the best.” he says shyly, scratching the back of his ear.

„No, Sam, it’s perfect. Couldn’t have done a better job myself.” you say as you stand on your toes to press a kiss on his cheek. Your lips may linger a little longer than they should. „Thanks. For everything.” you add, your voice scarcely a whisper. He smiles down at you, not saying anything.

You walk to your bike, but before you put your helmet on, the words basically just fall out of your mouth. 

„Hey, don’t be a stranger, Winchester. You should call sometimes.”

[theheavymetalmama]

The point I am trying to make is that Captain America is not the "Kill and punch all alt right nazis" hero you are thinking of. He punches Nazi in WWII because it is a WAR. In peacetime, you don't punch Neo Nazis unprovoked unless in self-defense or in defense of a person under attack otherwise more people will think Neo Nazi are victims. Neo Nazi have gotten stronger today BECAUSE people kept on feeding their victim complexes by attacking anyone they THINK are Nazis.

Selective memory much? I never said he would attack them unprovoked. I said that he’d beat the shit out of them. Yes, Cap’s a stand-up guy and would seek a peaceful resolution. The thing is though, Nazis don’t want peace. They don’t want to cooperate, they don’t want to get along, and they don’t want to share. They’re fucking Nazis. They don’t want to debate their opponents, they want anybody who isn’t white and any culture that isn’t theirs wiped off the face of the fucking Earth. So if you think “unite the right” wouldn’t have thrown the first punch at someone trying to stop them from being Nazis, you’re naive.

That goes double for neo-Nazis. The only people who would sympathize with somebody hailing Hitler getting punched in the face are racists and idiots, so what’s that say about the people going “Hey, you shouldn’t punch Nazis”?

Now to answer the rest of the questions you just bombed my inbox with. I’m heading to a conference first thing tomorrow morning and will be gone for a couple of days, so I may as well knock ‘em out.

"So go ahead. Tell me more about how he wouldn’t fight people who straight-up murdered innocent people." He would, but only if they attack first. The whole "This isn't freedom, this is fear" talk happened because Captain America doesn't believe in punishing people before the crime (unless he sees them attempting to kill people).

Being a Nazi is a crime; a crime against humanity and basic human fucking decency. They deserve the spite and ire that comes their way and then some. Bottom line, Nazis are shit and anybody who defends Nazis are shit too.

"The president is a Nazi apologist (among other horrid, vile things,)" How sad you listen to the news (how have a history of lying since the new tens started) about Trump. In really, he condemns the Nazis as well as Antifa. But you wouldn't know that by listening to mass media. He is awful, but not as awful as the media falsely claims.

I don’t watch ‘the mass media’ and I’d appreciate it if you would NOT act like a presumptuous pest. The last time I watched CNN was years ago at the dentist and that’s what was playing in the waiting room. Thing is though, I don’t need the news to know Trump is a vile, lying, homophobic, racist, misogynist, Nazi apologist bigot. His abhorrent behavior speaks for itself. If he wasn’t, it wouldn’t have taken him four fucking days to condemn white supremacists and he would have said some form of “Fuck that guy” when the leader of the KKK endorsed him. And don’t get me started on him breaking bread with Holocaust deniers, racists, and other such forms of human pollution.

Ever heard of victimhood mentality? Because that is you in a nutshell. After searching your blog, I realized why you leave your Anon on, because you secretly WANT Anons to bother you so you can enforce your victimhood mentality. You WANT to be full of rage and hate, you want to stay a victim, you want people to attack you so you have someone to blame for bad events so you won't have to look in the mirror. So here is some advice, turn off Anon and you will be surprised how happier you get.

Don’t patronize me, Anon. Your armchair psychology would be funny if it wasn’t so damn insulting.

I may have as many issues as a yearly subscription, but at least I wear them on my sleeve. Yes, I have an anger problem. I’ve been in and out of anger management throughout my youth and keeping my temper in check is something I still struggle with to this day. Yes, I’m a stress drinker and over the last couple of years I’ve been drinking more than I should, especially after my father passed away shortly after losing his battle with dementia. But I’ve given up drinking and haven’t had a drink since last April, despite having plenty of opportunities like the house being stocked and my husband and I going out on a fairly routine basis. Yes, I’m jaded as fuck and have little sympathy for people who fall victim to their own stupidity. I can be crass and insensitive, but I know when I’ve gone overboard will happily apologize and admit that I fucked up.

Having said that, your assertion that I have a victim complex can be politely summed up as such. Oh, I had something much more explosive and mean-spirited in mind, but I’ll save that for someone who genuinely deserves it.

If I wanted to be victimized, I’d walk into a country/western music convention wearing a T-shirt that reads “Metal Tops Country” over a picture of Lita Ford ramming Johnny Cash in the ass with a strap-on. I leave Anon asks on because I want to; that’s it. Do I get plenty of shitty people saying shitty things? Hell yes, but I also get a lot of good stuff, asking everything from medical advice to what beer best goes with grilled fish (the answer is IPA.) Besides, said shitty people who say shitty things are mostly idiots, so why should I even care?

"What you’re missing is that it was written during a time when Neo-Nazis were looked upon as either funny or pathetic. In short, not a threat. Not anymore" and who's fault is that? Easy, it's the media's and SJWs' fault. If the Media hadn't made all the claims that "Trump is the second raise of Hilter" and if SJWs hadn't screech "whites suck", the Neo-Nazis would have STAYED a joke. Instead, the Media and the SJWs feeds the Neo Nazi's victim complex and got more people to side with them.

That’s stupid.

These posts sum up everything how Neo Nazis and White Supermasicts got so much bigger in modern times.

It didn’t get bigger in modern times; just louder. This Virginia Peach here explains it better than I care to at the moment.

What you want is heroes to punch every Neo Nazi and Alt Righters UNPROVOKED. The thing is that the only reasons the heroes punch Nazi was because they are in a WAR. The problem with with punching Nazi unprovoked in modern/peace times is that all it will do is make martyrs out of them and get more people to side with them. The ONLY times you should punch a Nazi is in self-defense and in defense of others (or in a war). Otherwise the Neo Nazis and Alt Right will get more powerful.

That’s bullshit. Remember when Richard Spencer went on this big country-wide trip to hold rallies and recruit more people to his cause shortly after Trump was inaugurated? Of course you don’t, because he cancelled all of that and slunked back to his Nazi safe space because he got decked in the mouth; twice. Or remember when ‘Unite the Right’ marched through the city of Boston? Oh right, that didn’t happen either because the people of Boston made it loud and clear that any Nazi who set one foot in town would be signing their own death warrant.

There’s a reason people respond to Nazis with violence; because violence is all they understand. It’s what their whole fucking outlook is based on; kill everyone that isn’t them. Nazis don’t care about diplomacy, they don’t care about peace, and they sure as fuck don’t care about getting along. So what do you suggest people do? Invite them for tea and biscuits and try and sort everything out? Joseph Stalin tried that once, then he lost half his shit.

There’s no debating Nazis. “We should clone extinct animals” is grounds for debate. “We should gas the Jews and enslave the blacks” is grounds for an asswhoopping.

"Now, are we done here Anon, or do you want to hit me with some more Nazi-apologist bullshit?" So you are using the old "They are against punching Nazis so clearly they are Nazi apologists!" and "Anyone who disagrees with me is a Nazi" attack, how typical. The point I am trying to make is that if you attack Nazis unprovoked, they will be Martyred and get more followers and you LOSE followers and supporters. In times like this, you need to take the high ground and avoid striking first.

The only people that would make martyrs out of Nazis are the same people who burn crosses and think soy beans feminize men, and they’d be doing plenty of stupid shit without Nazis getting punched. Fuck them.

Besides, what the fuck else am I supposed to call somebody getting butthurt over me saying that Captain “I was invented for the sole purpose of beating the shit out of Nazis” America would beat the shit out of Nazis? Also, those chucklefucks were brandishing torches and decking themselves out in homemade riot gear. They were LOOKING for a fight, so drop this “unprovoked” shit like a hot rock. Besides, you’re the one who’s suggesting that me saying that the fictional superhero Captain America would beat the shit out of the alt-right means that I advocate hunting down and beating the shit out of them.

Now I won’t lie. The last time a Nazi came within swinging distance of me, he spent four days eating through a rubber tube. He retaliated by pulling a knife on my husband. The result? My husband got a little scar on his arm and said Nazi now has more metal in his mouth than Jaws.

The other Jaws.

Point is, I’m not saying you should throw the first punch, though I certainly won’t lose any sleep if you do. I’m saying that if you encounter a Nazi, get ready for a fight, because I promise you they’re looking for one. Running or fighting is up to you, but if you try waving the white flag they’ll just wrap it around your neck. Sometimes taking the high road simply isn’t an option. When it comes to Nazis, it’s almost never an option. Remember; talk shit, get hit.

[writing-in-the-impala]

Buttercup

Summary: You meet Rob at a wedding and instantly there’s a connection.

Prompt: How I met your mother au sort of I don’t know I had an idea haha

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: Teasing, fluff

Word Count: 2280

(not my gif I found it on google)

You were sitting at the bridesmaid’s table at a wedding of people you didn’t know. You were invited because you baked the cake. But it was nice.  Throughout the night loads of sleazy guys looking for a one-night stand walked up, and you just blew them off. Then a different guy came up to you who was a bit older then you, he had the most amazing blue eyes. You began talking and started really hitting it off. “You know, I should tell you, I have a rule. I never hook up at weddings.” You said to him as you sat together at the table next to each other.

“I’m guessing you haven’t always had this rule.” He replied with a smile.

“Well, here’s the thing.” You started taking a deep breath. “Those big, romantic moments, they’re great when they happen, but they’re not real.”

“Exactly. Exactly, like, like just now, when I saw you dancing out there, I’m not gonna lie to you, big time thunderbolt.” He said shyly.

“You should see me tap dance. You’d be down on bended knee.” You joked and he chuckled.

“Sadly, not out of character.” He replied making you giggle and wonder about who he is. “But, I know now, it’s just a mirage.”

“Wedding goggles.” You gave it a name.

“Exactly. And that, in a nutshell, is why I’m not putting the moves on you.”

“This isn’t the moves?” You questioned.

“What, you, you think this is the moves? Believe me, you’d know the moves. P-People 10 tables away would know the moves.” He said slightly stuttering and looking cute in the process.

“That’s too bad.” You said shyly.

“Tell me about it.” He said looking away and taking a drink of his beer.

“You know, I think I have a solution.”

“Interested.” He said looking back at you.

“And to preface this, we’re not gonna sleep together tonight.”

“Less interested.” He said making you laugh. “Go ahead.” He pushed you to continue.

“Okay. So, the thing that always screws it up is the next day. Right? So, why don’t we just cut that part out? “

"W-what are you saying?”

“I’m saying, I’m here, you’re here. This is a big, romantic wedding. Why don’t we just dance and have a great time? And then when it’s over, never see each other again.” You explained.

“Unless…”

“No, no unless. No emails, no phone numbers, no social media, not even names. Tonight, we will make a memory that will never be tarnished. And then, when we’re old and grey, we’ll look back on this night, and it’ll be perfect.”

“Wow.” He said in awe. “Okay, I’m in.”

“Okay. I guess What, we’ll need fake names? You can call me Buttercup.”

“Pleased to meet you, Buttercup. I’m Lando Calrissian.” You laughed and admired the fact he used a name from Star Wars.

“Wow, this is kind of exciting. Our names will forever be shrouded in-” Lando began before another man walked up to Lando.

“Rob, Robbie, Robbo, look. I got a bridesmaid. Rob, look. Look, Rob. The second hottest bridesmaid! Rob, look.” The guy said pointing at the bridesmaid. “See you, Rob.” The man said walking away with the girl.

“So, I’m Rob.” He said face palming and laughing as you giggled.

“Y/N. But no last names.”

“No last names.” He agreed.

“OK, ground rules have been established.” You said with a smile excited at what the night holds ahead of you and Rob.

“Mm-hm. Now let’s see some of these moves I’ve heard so much about.” Rob said before getting up, grabbing a bottle of Champagne and two glasses and coming back over to you taking your hand in his and lead you out of the reception area.

“Wait wait wait wait wait.” You said as the two of you slowed down and stopped by the cake table. “Let’s do all the single ladies in this joint a big favour and steal the bouquet.” You said earning a large smile from Rob.

“Yes, but we’ll need a diversion.” He said grabbing utensil from a nearby table and starting to clink his glass with it. “Kiss.” He started chanting as other people at the wedding began to clink their glass chanting “kiss, kiss…”, You grabbed the bouquet and you and Rob rushed out of the reception room as Rob quickly said “Go. Go, go, go.” While both of you laughed.

You entered a smaller ball room with a piano. Rob played the piano and you tap-danced as promised. “Very nice.” He said with a smile.

“Yeah?” You sat down on the piano bench next to Rob. “Okay, I don’t really know how to tap-dance.” You admitted.

“I couldn’t really tell.” He replied and both of you laugh.

“Well, it’s too bad you’re not gonna get some tonight.” Rob said alcohol giving him confidence.

“Oh, if I wanted some, I could get some.” You said sassily.

“No, you couldn’t.”

“You’re a dude. I could totally… ”

“ Totally get some.” He finished your sentence. You and Rob looked at each other, Rob started to lean on towards you.

“We’re not gonna kiss tonight.” You said and Rob pouted while pounding the deep keys on the piano. “If we kiss, all of this becomes real. You, you might use too much tongue, or not use enough and then suddenly, poof, spell’s broken.”

“ I- I- I- I will use exactly the right amount of tongue.” Rob said looking at the keys.

“Okay, how about this? The best part of any first-kiss is the lead-up to it, the moment right before the lips touch. It’s like a big drumroll. So, how about, tonight, we just stick with the drumroll.”

“Okay.”

“But we can’t kiss.” You pointed out.

“Okay.” You and Rob began to mess around on the piano just having an enjoyable time together after a while of playing the piano mostly him playing it as he was quite talented in your opinion.

The two of you returned to the reception hall to find that everyone already left. “Whoa. Guess we were gone a while.” Rob said.

“Well, that’s too bad. I was looking forward to one last dance.” You pouted. Rob saw a little boom box on the table and turned it on, walking back up to you and giving you a hand which you took a hold of and he pulled you on closer to you as began swaying towards the music. You silently admired him trying not to but he was extremely good looking.

“Why yes, I am. Sorry, I could tell what you were just thinking.” Rob said and you raised your head from his chest to look at him.

“Wow, what was I thinking?”

“Damn, he’s looking mighty fine in that tux. ” He said making you giggle slightly.

“You got me, you are good.”

“You know, I don’t look like this every day. On a real weekend, the real Rob wears a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt with bleach stains on it and a pair of knackered converse.” Rob said looking down at you as you looked up at him.

“The real Rob sounds real sexy. It’s too bad I’ll never get to see it.” You said biting your lip. The two of you leaned in to kiss before both of you pulled away. But still holding each other close in each other’s arms swaying slightly.

“Tell me your last name.” Rob said quietly and you shook your head. “You know, there’s one little flaw in our plan.”

“What’s that?” You questioned.

“I’m going to go home tonight with a lot of great memories and one really sucky memory: the memory of you walking out that door.” You let go of Rob and pulled away from him.

“Hey, Rob.”

“Yeah?”

“Close your eyes, and count to five.” Rob closed his eyes. “One,”

You looked at him one last time in awe, yes, he was older than you but…

“ two, ”

…But he was adorable, cute, attractive and funny.

“three,”

You walked away from Rob.

“four,”

You looked back one last time before leaving.

“five.” Rob said opening his eyes to see that you aren’t there anymore a frown appearing on his face.

You woke up with fond memories of last night, you wished to see Rob again, it was perfect. Maybe you could contact the people whose wedding it was and find out Rob’s number or something, no you couldn’t, it was all fake, wedding goggles.

You went to work at your bakery, you took last night off to go to the wedding for which you baked the cake earning yourself to get invited. You got to work and spent most of the day thinking about Rob and last night with him, it was truly amazing you wished that you could see him again but you knew it wouldn’t happen.

Later that day a woman walked in who you recognized from somewhere. “Hello.” You greeted her as she looked around. “Hi.” She replied with a smile. “How may I help you?” You asked as she looked at the delicacies. “Umm can I have that chocolate cake?” She asked pointing at a cake you literally just finished.

“Sure, thing how many slices?” You asked.

“Oh, the whole cake it’s for me and my friends.” She explained.

“Oh right, of course, hey I know this is a weird question but are you umm Kim Rhodes from suite life of Zack and Cody?” You asked and she smiled.

“Yeah I am.” She smiled.

“That’s awesome I grew up with that show.” You said as you boxed up the cake giving it to her.

“That will be $10.” You said and she handed you the money.

“Thank you have a lovely day.” She said picking up the cake.

“Like wise.” You said.

Rob’s P.O.V Rob was sitting on the couch in the green room yawning, he had to miss karaoke because of his friend’s wedding but he didn’t complain it or allowed him to meet you, and that was an amazing night.

“Robbo how was the wedding last night?” Rich asked sitting down next to his best friend and Briana.

“It was the most amazing night ever.” Rob said.

“What happened? Or should I say who did you sleep with?” Rich said with a sly smile.

“Well I met this girl, Y/N and we started talking and she was kind, funny, cute all of those things and then after a while we left the reception area went to a room with a piano played it and then we nearly kissed but basically she had a rule of no hook ups at weddings.” Rob was explaining before Rich interrupted. “So, you just kissed.”

“No, I- I well the rule was we just have fun, but nothing except a one night, one amazing night thing, no surnames, no phone numbers no anything, and the kiss well just the drumroll just the lead up to the kiss.”

“A drumroll? That’s it. So, what, you just said good-night, came home, and performed a drum solo? ” Rich said face palming.

“Oh, Rob, you’re such a door. I mean, this girl sounds amazing. ” Briana said. “She was completely amazing. She was amazing and funny and we connected on every level. And, I’m never gonna see her again.” Rob said looking down at the bottle of water he was holding and picking at the peel of the bottle before suddenly looking up. “Dammit, I have to see her again.”

“Yes.” Both Rich and Briana agreed.

“ So, let’s get to work, man. What else do you know about her?” Rich said as Rob quickly thought.

“Nothing. Her name’s Y/N, that’s all I got.” He said as Kim walked in.

“I have cake!” Kim shouted walking in to the green room.

“Well we know she’s not a supernatural fan because she would’ve known who you are. Let’s eat some cake and then think about this later.” Rich said.

Everyone began eating a slice each of this cake and it was amazing. After everyone had to go back to work so Rob and Rich couldn’t talk anymore about this girl. At dinner, the conversation came back up. “Rob, you need to find her!” Jared said from across the table.

“How?” Rob said defeated.

“Who knows? Just try! For example, earlier today I had the best cake of my life. You think I’m gonna let that cake out of my life? Hell, no. I’m gonna find out what bakery made that cake and then I’m gonna get some more cake.” Jared said to Rob.

“Wow that cake really got to you.” Rob said with a small chuckle.

“Yeah, Kim where did you get that cake?” Jared asked.

“Buttercup bakery, it’s a nice small place down the street from the con.”

“Buttercup…” Rob muttered to himself before standing up.

“What are you doing Rob?” Rich asked.

“She- I think I know how to find Y/N, I’ll be back.” Rob said leaving and getting a cab to buttercup bakery.

Your P.O.V You were icing the last few cupcakes that were at front, all your concentration on the cupcakes when you heard the little bell above the door ring indicating that someone walked in you turned around to see Rob. “Oh, thank god.” Escaped your lips as he walked up to you and kissed you and you kissed back. The two of you finally sharing the kiss you’ve been waiting for. And it was perfect Rob did use the perfect amount of tongue.

A/N: I tried anyway what do you guys think? should I write other Rob stuff?