#boys boys please get along just talk about how much your dad sucks and bond over it please stop fighting
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literally every issue that comes with Lore could have been avoided if Noonien Soong was just like, an okay father. instead he's a piece of shit, fucking imagine making an android and being upset he didn't go down YOUR family path despite the fact that starfleet raised him better than you ever did? WHILE HIS BROTHER SITS TAKEN APART IN YOUR- LIKE... BROOM CLOSET. what kind of idiotic nonsense is that right there Noonien!! no wonder Lore hates you, you fucking suck!!! he was right!!!! get that android some therapy right now!!!!!! and maybe someone who will ACTUALLY love and respect him!!!!! goddamn!!!!!!!!!!!!
#star trek#star trek tng#star trek the next generation#lore soong#data soong#noonien soong#this is a noonien soong hate page honest to god#lore deserved so much better#so did data#boys boys please get along just talk about how much your dad sucks and bond over it please stop fighting#I just want them to get along okay
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I LOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUR NEW BTS HEADCANONS
Theyâre literally so good I canât get over them!
Iâd like to request stepbrother tae with younger reader, where the reader is inexperienced and tae teaches her everything. With some yandere themes, age gap, virginity loss, praising, master/angel calling.
Thanks very much :)
-> thank you, bbđ
-> sorry for any mistakes
â ď¸: Yandere!Taehyung, virgin!reader, stepbrother!Taehyung, age gap (reader is 18 and Taehyung is 28)
Your dad proposed to his two year long girlfriend
Your mom passed away when you were 6 and your dad has been raising you as a single father until he met his now fiancĂŠ when you were 16
You accepted the relationship because your father meant the world to you
After your momâs death, he fell into a deep depression but kept going for you
He loved, protected and cared about you greatly
Your dad waited for you to turn 18 before proposing to his girlfriend
The reason why is because, he didnât want you to feel left out or forgotten
He wanted you to enjoy the last 2 years of your childhood before you join the harsh, adult world
Your dad was the best dad you could ask for and all you wanted was to see him happy again
And you knew this marriage was the answer
You helped your future step mom with everything
From picking little decor for the tables, to the bridesmaids dresses, to the theme of the wedding â your step mother wanted your opinion on everything
You both finally got the chance to bond without your dad third wheeling
While you guys were out, doing some last minute shopping, your step mother confessed something
âSweetheart, Iâm so excited to marry your father but something in my heart feels incomplete.â
You scrunch your face and immediately ask her âwhatâs wrong?â
âMy sonâŚâ she hesitated but continued, â⌠I want to invite him to our wedding but Iâm not sure how heâd react to me re-marrying. After all, heâs daddyâs boy.â
âYou have a son? How come dadâs never told me?â You said and frowned
âWell, I donât like talking about it very much. My son is not the biggest fan of me, but in the end, he is still my child.â
âI donât understand⌠why doesnât he like you?â
âHis dad made him believe that I cheated on him, even though it was the other way around. Taehyung left me behind without letting me explain what actually happened.â
âIâm so sorry about that. Maybe you can send him an invitation. If he comes, he comes, if he doesnât then heâs missing out.â
She chuckled and started walking again
âI guess youâre right. Thank you for the reassurance.â
The wedding arrived faster than you imagined
Since the morning, youâve been running back and forth, making sure everythingâs perfect because you donât want your dad nor your step mom to be stressed
The ceremony itself took place during the day time and in the evening, there was going to be a reception party
The ceremony went well, but your step mom seemed to be a little upset
You assumed it was because her son, âTaehyungâ didnât show up
You felt bad for her, but there was nothing you could do
The reception party was amazing
Your dad and step mom were enjoying every bit of it
The food was amazing, everyone was cheering & bringing up past memories
All was going well till someone walked in that caught your step moms attention and wiped the smile off her face
You followed her stare and saw a handsome man wearing a black suit standing in the door way
âTaehyung?â
Your step mom said, before getting up and running to him
She was about to pull him in for a hug but he rejected
âI see you got married again, mother. Does this guy know heâs wasting his time on a cheater?â
That was when you butted in and stepped in front of your step mom
âIf you have nothing good to say, then leave. Your mother is trying to make amends with you and if you canât cooperate, you might as well go home.â
âAnd who are you?â
âIâm her daughter.â You said, proudly
âStep daughter, Taehyung.â Your step mom chimed in, not wanting her son to get the wrong idea
Taehyung rolled his eyes and went towards the bar
âPlease donât let him spoil your night, ma. Iâll keep him out of trouble.â
You thought Taehyung was going to do something obnoxious but, no
He sat down at a table all the way in the corner and started talking to you
You were a charming girl and he absolutely loved it
Your eyes full of love and innocence
He asked you about your dating life and you replied that you werenât interested
Thatâs when Taehyung knew, he had to stick around
6 months had gone by and Taehyung finally apologized to his mother
Your step mom was over joyed that her son was back
She felt like her life was getting back together
You still lived with your parents, but they didnât mind since you were in university
Taehyung on the other hand lived in his own apartment near your university
He was actually a professor at your university
One day, your dad asked you if you could sleep over at Taehyungâs place for one night
You asked why and your dad said that this was the day he asked out your step mom so he wanted to do something special
You agreed and packed your bags
Taehyung picked you up and took you back to his place
He kept the conversation going by asking you about school, hobbies, ect
He even offered to give you a private tutoring session for free
The evening with him was going very well
He ordered pizza and there was a movie starting on the T.V
Halfway in the movie, there was a sex scene that made both of you a little needy
You started to move around more and Taehyung was quick to notice
He also had a solution to make you stop
He put his arm around your waist and pulled in closer to him
You were about to ask him what he was doing until you felt his thumb rub your clit in a circular motion
You accidentally let out a loud moan in satisfaction
Taehyung didnât waste this opportunity and kissed you hard
He turned the T.V off and got on top of you, rubbing his raging bugle against your clit
You started rubbing against him too, wanting him to fill you up
He removed your shorts and started rubbing your clit faster
âHave you ever played with yourself like this before?â
âN- No.â
âLet master show you how to pleasure yourself, okay.â
He pulled you into his lap and made you spread your legs wide
He guided your hands on your clit
âRub it, angel.. It whatever way it feels good.â
You started off slow but it wasnât satisfying you so you increased your speed
You were about to cum but Taehyung slapped your hand away from your clit
âRule number one, angel. You will not cum without masterâs permission.â
âOkay.â
He slapped your clit, making you flinch in his lap
âRule number two, you call me master. Understood?â
âUnderstood, master.â
âGood, angel. Master likes fast learners.â
Taehyungâs hand made itâs way back to your private area
He pushed in the tip of his pointer finger and you let out a squeal
âM-master! It hurts.â
âI know, angel. Youâre so tight, thatâs whyâŚâ he removed his finger from you and brought it up to your mouth, âangel, suck my finger.â
You happily opened your mouth and sucked on his pointer finger till it was wet with your saliva
âPerfect, angel.â
He slipped it back in, but this time it went in easier
âMaster, donât take it out. It feels good.â You whisper as you rocked your hips for some friction
He immediately removed it causing you to whine and squirm a little
âRule number three. You donât tell master what to do. Understood?â
âYes, master. Iâm sorry.â You said, softly
âRule number four, you donât whine. I donât want any whining, angel. Or else, I wonât give you what you want.â
âI understand, master. It wonât happen again.â
You were so obedient, it was driving Taehyung crazy
You were so desperate for his touch and love
âOkay angel, lay down on your back and put your legs in the air.â
You did exactly what he said and spread your legs wide
He slid his fingers along your slit only to find out how wet youâd gotten just from all the teasing
He spread your wetness all over your hole for some lube then pushed in the tip
You were a little scared so you touched around for something to grab onto and Taehyung noticed
He intertwined both of his hands with yours before pushing deep inside you
You screamed a little because it was your first time
âM- Master. Slow.â
âItâs okay, angel. Itâll only hurt for a little bit.â
He pushed his whole length in you and kept his pace slow
âMaster, it hurts!â You yelled, throwing your head back and releasing your tears
Taehyung quickened his pace so you could adjust to him faster
After a couple of fast thrust, you started moaning and rolling your eyes back in pleasure
You let go of his hands and held onto his back
âMaster-mmmh!â
Taehyung placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it while fucking you faster
âM- Master! It feels so good.â
âI know. Youâre taking me so well, angel.â He whispered into your ears, sending chills down your spine
Taehyung has been dreaming of this moment ever since he met you
All he wanted was to fuck you rough and raw
The idea of claiming you become more and more intense as time went by
You made him crazy
All the love and innocence in your eyes turned into lust for him
âMaster, a- a little fa- faster, please. Iâm close.â
Taehyung grabbed onto your hips and started fucking you as hard as he could
You were moaning so loudly, he knew you were close
âTell me angel, what was rule number one again?â
âDonât c- cum without masterâs permission.â
Right after you finished your sentence, you hit your high and wanted to release
âMaster! Please let me cum!â You yelled, clenching around him as hard as you could in order to stop yourself from coming
Taehyung groaned when you clenched around him
It was like paradise
âMaster, please! I beg you! I canât hold it!â
He pushed his whole length in one more time before saying, ârelease, angel.â
You covered his cock in a coat of cum while he filled you up
Both of you were panting heavily until Taehyung pulled out and carried you to his room
âYou did such a good job, angel. Now let master take care of you.â
Just like that, you fell into his trap
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Unlikely Companions (Daryl Dixon x Female reader/ PLATONIC! Carl x Reader)
Summary: Carl was running for his life, being chased by walkers after he went on his own looking for Sophia. When he is corned by the walker a stranger woman saves him. She is looking for her Fiancee for the old world, but offers her help returning him to the farm. They bond over the days in the woods and she learns she might have another reason to find the farm.
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âCarl?â Lori shouted across the farm. She hadnât seen the boy all day and was starting to get nervous. âHave you seen Carl?â Maggie shook her head. âNot since breakfastâ She answered in her southern accent. âMaybe he is with Rick? Or Shane?â Lori just nodded, but didnât feel any safer. Where was her son?
Carl was running for his life. The two walkers were closing inn. He knew better than to shout and call for help, knowing it would probably attract even more walkers, but right now he didnât care. âMOM!â He quickened his pace. âDAD!â Two walkers turned into four as two more appeared at his side. Tears was now streaming down his face as he was sure he was going to die here. He looked back again, ready to face death. But the walkers didnât close inn on him. Instead arrow after arrow filled the air and all the walkers dropped. When Carl turned back around, fully expecting to see Daryl standing there, was surprised to see a stranger. âAre you okay?â The stranger asked him. Carl looked up at the woman. He was inn shock and didnât know what to say. âYou got a group? A familyâ She continued to ask him. When she tried to approach him, he backed up. âHey, you donât need to worry, I wonât do you any harm. Lookâ She dropped her cross bow and unleased her knife from her holster. When both fell to the ground, she could see him relaxing more. âCan I ask your name?â
âCarl, Carl Grimesâ
âWell, Carl Grimes. Iâm (Y/N) (L/N). Iâm looking for my fiancĂŠe. But I can help you return back to you family. Someone as young as you shouldnât be out here aloneâ.
Carl was still unsure about her. Remembering her motherâs speech about stranger danger. But those were the rules of the old world. Here in the new world they should accept help form anyone who invites it, right? After thinking it through, he nodded. âOkay, okay. This is a good start. How far away is your camp?â Carl looked down, a bit embarrassed. âI donât knowâ
âDo you know the directions?â He shook his head. âWell shit, looks like were in quiet a pickle huh?â She smiled at him, trying to ease him. âI donât know this area, never been here before. So, I say we head in one direction and hope for the best. What do you think?â He nodded. âGreat! Lets go then!â
And so they started to wander. (Y/N) in front, with Carl a meter behind. âSooo, do you have a favourite movie or something?â He just stared at her. âWhat! Come on, were going to be stuck with each other for a while, might as well get to know each otherâ. After a minute of silence, he spoke. âIron Manâ
âThatâs a good movie! Mine is probably that or Pride and Prejudiceâ. Carl scrunched up his nose almost in disgust. âBut thatâs so girly! All they do is talk about their feelings and kiss!â She looked back at him, offended by his remarks. âAnd!? Itâs a great love story that is still relevant to this dayâ She played up her offence more hoping it would make him laugh. It did. âIts still so girlyâ He said between giggles. âNever mind, were is the nearest walker. Iâm feeding you to itâ (Y/N)âs giggling was now a full on laughter. âNooo!â Carl was laughing too. (Y/N) was relieved he was laughing, afraid the incident had traumatized him badly.
Back at the farm, panic was settling inn as no one knew were Carl was. âWho was the last to see him?â Rick asked the group. âI saw him after breakfastâ Andrea spoke up, she and Carol was comforting Lori, who was having a full blown break down. âHe probably went out looking for Sophia aloneâ All looked to Shane. âIâm mean why else would he suddenly leaveâ.
âI think your right, but he is still healing from the gun wound, he wouldnât get far. And if a walker got him, he wouldnât have much fight in himâ.
âMy baby!â Lori cried out in agony. âWe need to send out search groups, he couldnât have gone farâ. Everyone agreed with Rick. âAnd with some luck we might find Sophia as wellâ Daryl nodded at Carol. She smiled back.
The sun had set and the night was creeping closer. (Y/N) had set up an alert system around the small camp they built for the night. Barb wire around them with empty cans tied up. They would rattle if a walker came close and waking them up. It was how (Y/N) had been sleeping every night.
âGo to sleep, Iâll look out for walkersâ (Y/N) said leaned back against a tree. She had laid down her sleeping bag that he could use. âI wont fall asleepâ Carl complained. âTryâ.
âCan you tell me a storyâ She looked at him weird. âArenât you a bit old for fairy tales?â
âNot fairy tales, stories about your life, from before this?â She still looked at him weirdly. âMy mom used to tell me stories from her collage days so I could fall asleep when I was younger. Can you please?â When he looked at her with those poppy eyes, (even though it was hard to see with only their small campfire as a light source), who could say no?
âOkay kid, one story than you go to sleep. Deal?â He nodded âWhat do you want to know?â
âYou are engaged right, how was the proposal?â She giggled at the memory but started to tell about the best day of her life:
âDaryl! What are we doing here?â She was a bit frustrated as the redneck pulled her along the streets. It was midday and pretty damn hot. She pulled down her dress skirt as the wind picked up. âHave some patienceâ damn womanâ She giggled at his bruteness. One of the things she loved about the man, one of many. When they stopped in front of a new bookshop, he could see the hearts in her eyes. âI dint know they opened a new bookshop here!â She exclaimed. âSaw it last night and thought you might like itâ Lies. He had known they were opening here for the past month, doing everything in his power to make sure you dint know. They actually had opening night a week ago.
Now it was her turn to drag him along. It surprised her to see the shop empty, seeing as the streets were pretty full. But she didnât think much of it. Running between shelves after shelves, the one book in hand turning into two, than four and now finally six books. But when she turned around, all the books fell too the floor. Because there before her was her lovely boyfriend, down on one knee with a ring between his fingers. âOh my godâ She whispered into the silent shop. As if on cue, the speakers played her favourite song.
â(Y/N) (L/N), you are the love of my life. And I just want to be your manâ for the rest of your life. And, shit you know I aintâ good with my emotions, but when Iâm with yaâ it seems so easy. Shit, Iâm messing it all upâ He was stumbling over his own words, clearly forgetting a pre-rehearsed speech. âno, please continueâ tears were forming in her eyes. âI love yaâ (Y/N), my Sunshine. You book crazy mad woman. I love everything about yaâ. So, will yaâ marry me?â He was ready for a rejection, ready to see her walk out of his life forever. But she didnât.
âYes, yes, yes, yes, a million times yesâ Tears were streaming down her face. He stood up and kissed her. His arm wrapping around her waist, bending her down a bit so he could kiss her more passionately. Like in the movies. They only broke off so he could slip the ring on her finger, it fit her perfectly.
âDid he rent out the bookshop?â Carl asked, clearly very invested. âYeah, cost him way too much, but he didnât care. That idiot was never good with moneyâ She giggled at the memories. âWhat about after, what did you guys do?â
âNah nah nah, the deal was one story than you go to sleep. I can tell you more tomorrowâ. Carl huffed in annoyance but turned around in the sleeping bag. âGood nightâ
âGood night Carlâ.
âRick, itâs been a whole night! Where is he?â Lori was completely lost; she hadnât slept all night. To worried about where her son was. âWhat if his trapped, oh god! What if those walkers got him?â
âWe canât think like that! He is fine. He has to beâ Rick did everything he could to try and look confident and comfort his wife, but the worry was eating him up as well. The same thoughts were running through his head as well. Those terrible images of his baby boy being ripped apart by the walkers.
âOkay, open your mouthâ Carl did as instruct and tried to catch the berry she threw into his mouth. She missed, but only with an inch! âYou suck!â Carl teased her. âHey! Iâm not the one with a tiny mouth!â She teased back. âAlright, lets start walking big manâ. He nodded and helped her clean up the camp. âCan I ask a question?â The boy asked as they continued to walk. âSureâ
âWhat happened between you and your fiancĂŠe? Why arenât you together now?â
She took a deep breath. âWhen the outbreak happened, we werenât together. He was off god know where with his brother, probably bailing him out or something-â Carl looked at her questioning, âThatâs another story. But yeah, we werenât together. I was at campus and that turned into a mess, I lots a lot of friends there. Mass panic and everybody evacuated. I and a couple of other students bunkered up a dorm room. Living of the instant noodles and beer we found. That lasted maybe 4 days. So, we left and split off, I wanted to go into the woods, where he would be and the rest wanted to go to back to Atlanta. And since than I have been looking for him. Living in the woods like a mad man.â Tears started to form in her eyes when she relived the horrible times at the campus.
âSorry I askedâ. He looked down. âIts alrightâ She smiled at him. âWhat were you studying?â
âHeh, literature. Not much help in the apocalypse, I guessâ.
âThan how did you learn to use the bow and hunt?â
âHe taught meâ She smiled at the memory, and thanked him desperately for teaching her:
âWhy do I need to learn this? I live in the city, I will never hunt or live in the woods!â Daryl just scuffed at her and placed the bow he bought in her hands. He had brought her out to the woods after her classes to teach her hunting. âyaâ need to be able to fend for yourself and feed yourselfâ She just looked him with a raise brow, but eventually gave in. âFine, fine. Teach meâ. A smirk played out on his face, happy with his little victory. Truth be told, he needed to know that you could fend for yourself and be independent, in and out of the city. It eased him at night, in a weird way. âWhy cant I learn the crossbow like you?â
âFirst bow, than crossbow. Alright Sunshineââ
Shoooo! The arrow flew through the air and hit the squirl in the head. âScore!â (Y/N) exclaimed. She fastened the squirrel two her belt, joining the five others she had shot. âWe eating good tonight!â Carl looked at the squirrels with a lot of scepticisms. âWhat? Donât tell me youâre a picky eaterâ
âNo, it just looks so weird like thatâ They bickered back and front while they walked in the direction, they thought the farm was inn. They had changed their direction a couple of times, hoping to get closer and see sign of life.
They had spent the entire day walking, and as the night came closer they found a spot to camp up. Carl set up the wires while (Y/N) started a fire to cook the squirrels. While they ate, Carl told her about his family and the people they were in the camp with. âWhat the hell! You got shot?!â
âYeah!â Carl had a proud grin on his face, finally having something that made him look cool. âShit, man your tougher than me if you can bounce back like thatâ. He laughed and continued to brag about the experience. It was a nice conversation. He talked a bunch about his family, mostly about his dad. Clearly his hero. But than he mentioned a familiar name.
âWait! Daryl? Daryl with a crossbow?â Carl just nodded. âDoes he have a west with angel wings? Brother named Merle?â When Carl nodded again. Tears started to from in her eyes. She was going to be reunited with Daryl, her Daryl. He was alive. That night when Carl finally fell asleep, her mind wandered to all the amazing memories with the man.
It was cold in the room. The window was wide open and letting the moonshine lighting up the small bedroom. (Y/N) and Daryl was huddled together for warmth on the bed. It had been an long night. From a failed date after the place Daryl wanted to take her to was closed, she got catcalled which ended up with her having to drag Daryl of the stranger. And when they got home, he showed her his scars. She was the first romantic partner he had ever shown. The night ended with their naked, sweaty bodies pressed together, while both worked to please the other. It was their first night together, her first night with anyone. When they lied down together basking in the aftermath of their climax, it was one of the happiest times in her life. He wrapped his arms around her and puller her on top of him. Her head resting on his chest, with his arms wrapped around her, caressing her back with one hand, the other squeezing her thigh. âI love ya Sunshineâ.
â(Y/N)!â
â(Y/N)! Wake up!â Carl shook her awake. âWhatâs happeningâ She immediately reached for her bow and charged it ahead of her, ready to attack any enemy that threatened them. âI can see the farm!â The night had made it harder to see a head of them, but now that the sun was lighting up the world, they could see the farm a head of them. (Y/N) realised her bow and the breath she was holding. They packed up the camp at record time, both wanting to reach the farm as quickly as possible. The walk over to the farm was quiet. When they reached the outcast of the woods, a voice stopped them from going any further.
âWell, well, well, look at that. Do you guys see this fine piece of assâ A man walked out from behind a tree with a gun raised at them both. Three other guys came out, all with their weapons raised. âSure do boss. Havenât seen a woman this fine in what feels like ages. Iâm just aching to be inside of herâ.
(Y/N) placed herself protectively in front of Carl. âWhat do you guys want? Our food, weapons? You can have that, just leave us aloneâ Her voice trembled a little afraid of what they will do to them. âOh, we donât need your left overs or those teeth pickers you call knifes, no baby. We want something differentâ He grabbed his crotch when he said the last part. âCarl, runâ.
âWhat? I cant leave-â âCarl! Run!â One of the guys tackled her down. Holding her down on the ground. âGet the kidâ The boss said to the guy closest to Carl. âRUN!â She shouted before her mouth was covered. Carl finally ran away, when the guy ordered to catch him started to run after him.
When he made it out of the forest and ran across the fields to the farm, he started to shout out for help. âMOM! DAD!â.
âDo you guys hear that?â Glenn asked the group as they sat around planning the move for the day. âThatâs Carlâ Lori ran towards the field and saw her son running across it being chased by a stranger.
âCarl!â All the guys saw it too and started to run to Carl. The guy chasing him, saw the men running towards him and turned around to warn the others. âCarl!â Rick finally got to hug his son after being missing for 3 days. But the hug was cut short when Carl pushed free. âWe need to head back, (Y/N), the girl that helped me is back there and the guys are attacking her!â He pulled his fathers hand and started to move back to the woods, but Daryl stopped him.
â(Y/N), as in (Y/N) (L/N)?â When Carl nodded Daryl took off and ran towards the forest. The others followed, but this time Carl was pushed back behind them. When they got closer they could hear her voice yelling for them to get off. They reached the area Daryl did not hesitate to shoot the guys around her, holding her down while the main guy was cutting up her clothes. When she got her hands free, she leaped on the last guy and grabbed her knife they had forgotten to remove from her belt. When he was pushed to the ground she didnât hesitate to stab him in the chest. She didnât stop after one, two three or four. Blood splashed on her face and torned shirt. Her hands were covered in blood.
Rick took a step forward, but stepped on a twig that snaped in two. She leaped up and raised the knife up, ready to protect herself against another attacker. But when she saw Daryl standing there, she dropped the knife. Sobs wracked through her body and she took a stumbling step forward. Daryl closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. He didnât care that she was covered in blood, just happy that she was safe. She was alive.
Her knees buckled and she fell down, taking him with her. They were both on their knees holding each other and crying into each otherâs necks. Right now, nobody else mattered. Not Rick, Glenn or Shane who was staring at the scene in front of them. Not the bodies of her attackers lying around them. No one. Only them as they held each other for the first time. It seemed as Carl had led her back to her family just as much as she had helped him back to his.
A/N: Part 2 is out! You can read it here : Part 2
Please ignore any spelling mistakes as English is not my first language :)Â
#the walking dead daryl#daryl x y/n#daryl x you#daryl fanfiction#daryl dixon#daryl x reader#the walking dead#twd#carl grimes
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Hey Val! I love ur writing so so much and ur amazing! My request is maybe like a Tom Holland x Reader where Y/N is a famous actress and Paddyâs celeb crush, and one day Tom brings Y/N home to meet his brothers and Paddy is vying for her attention and Tom and Paddy get jealous of each other? Thanks in advance if u decide to write this!đ
thank you so much love!! i took forever on this iâm sorry :( please enjoy
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âyouâre dating who?â paddy gawks, harry snickering at him from across the table. tom leans back in his chair. ây/n y/l/n. youâve heard of her, havenât you?â he clasps his hands behind his head. âiâve seen all her movies at least twice. i⌠i love her!â his youngest brother beams. âso do i,â tom playfully challenges.
âdarling, you should bring her by tomorrow. samâs cooking us dinner,â nikki suggests with a supportive smile. hearing his name mentioned, sam peeks up from his phone. âsince when?â âsince your brother has a girlfriend heâs only just told us about!â she nudges tomâs shoulder. tom bites back the grin growing on his lips. âa girlfriend he loves, at that.â
âheâs not the only one,â harry comments and glances at paddy, whose whole face has gone red. âi guess i could whip something up. iâm visiting the shops later,â sam agrees with a nod at tom. he winks back. âthanks, mate.â turning to his mom, tomâs own face gets warm. âsorry i havenât said anything, mum. weâve been trying to keep our relationship on the low. dating in hollywood isâŚâ
âa shit show,â nikki finishes for tom. her words make him chuckle. âexactly. we wanted to make sure we were ready before bringing in the rest of the world.â eager as ever, paddy speaks up again. âi think weâre the perfect people to start with, specifically me.â that earns a quirked eyebrow from tom. âeasy there, padster man.â he looks him over, trying to figure out his motives. âif i didnât know any better, iâd say you were trying to steal my girl.â
paddy points at him with a glint in his eyes tom has never seen. âyou donât know any better.â
the family gets back to their conversation, talking about what youâre like and how their dadâs gigs are going. tom is a bit distracted, though. he isnât sure what paddy meant by that. realistically, he knows he wonât be stealing you away. thereâs a huge age gap among other things. it seems to tom like paddy has a crush on you, a big one. heâs probably just excited to meet you. thatâs good, right?
tom doesnât think about it again until arriving back at his parentsâ the next day. youâre with him this time, nervously clutching at your purse in one hand while your free one squeezes his. he frowns at your fidgeting.
ây/n⌠theyâre gonna love you, sweetheart,â he assures you, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. âhow do you know?â you wonder as you two walk up the steps. âbecause i love you, and i think paddyâs got a thing for you as well.â heâs smirking when he tells you this. scoffing, you curl into tomâs side. âi love you too, but whatâs up with paddy?â you stand next to tom on the porch. he rings the doorbell before replying.
âheâs watched your whole filmography, all your interviews,â tom explains, shaking his head lightheartedly. âiâm sure thereâs a poster or two of you in his room somewhere.â you pout your lower lip out. âaw, so heâs a fan?â âheâs my competition,â he jokes. your head falls onto tomâs shoulder with a sigh. âheâs a literal child, tom⌠and your brother.â you glance up at him wickedly. âmaybe i can sign his posters. i think heâd like that.â
tom slips his arm around your waist, hearing footsteps come towards the door. âoh, paddy would be thrilled,â he confirms. your response is a hum as the front door swings open. âtom, darling. back so soon?â nikki teases her son, then gives you the warmest grin. âyou must be y/n. we havenât heard much about you, but we will.â you return the smile and let her take your hand to guide you inside.
after all the introductions, you gather outside to sit and talk. sam is in the kitchen cooking, nikki is helping him, and harry is setting the table. that leaves you with tom and paddy. theyâre on either side of you, your head on tomâs shoulder and his arm around both of yours. paddy is talking about a school project while you nod along. heâs completely harmless, contrary to how tom described him.
âthe deadline is next friday, but iâve only just started,â paddy explains, you laughing softly. tomâs lips brush your ear. âiâm gonna look for something to drink. do you want anything?â he speaks in a whisper and trails his fingertips over your shoulder. âsure, tommy. whatever youâre having, thanks,â you reply with a kiss to the back of his hand. paddy clenches his jaw as he watches you two.
âwhat about you, pads? soda?â tom teases and earns a giggle from you. âi told you not to call me that,â paddy groans back. he scrunches his face up when tom reaches over you to ruffle his hair. âsomeoneâs got to put you in your place. soda it is.â âdonât take too long.â you tilt your head back to look at tom. âi wonât.â he licks his lips before pressing them to yours, trying to deepen it form the angle.
âchildren are present,â you remind him, sitting back up promptly. âbe a good boy and get our drinks.â âok, fine. iâm going,â tom laughs out, pecking your cheek and standing from the couch. paddy rolls his eyes when his brother finally gets inside. he hates being thought of as a child by you, even if he is one. âso,â you start to fill the silence. âwhat else are you-â
âi think youâre an incredible actress,â paddy says instead with an innocent smile. âďżźreally? thank you so much.â you rest your head in your hand, grinning. âtom kinda told me already. he said youâve seen all my movies.â âdid he?â paddy repeats bitterly. heâd probably made him sound obsessed. youâre still grinning. âmhm, and that you might have posters of me.â his eyes widen, cheeks flushing a deep pink. heâll never let tom in his room again.
âbetween you and meâŚâ you look behind you to make sure tom isnât coming. paddy scoots closer to you and nods. âi think tom is a little jealous.â âhe should be,â paddy mumbles to himself. that doesnât stop you from hearing. âwhat are you-â âhow about you help me with my project? i could use the extra hands,â he smoothly changes the subject. must be a holland thing.
âletâs wait until after dinner. tom is gonna be back soon, anyway,â you try to reason. youâre only fueling the fire by saying that. âi need to use all the time i have. come with me!â heâs grabbing your hands before you can protest again. you end up following paddy to his room, tom still sucked into a conversation with the rest of his family. harry sees you two pass by. he murmurs a div to paddy.
when tom gets back outside with two beers and a coke, you and paddy are gone. he frowns, heading to the kitchen once again.
âhas anyone seen y/n?â he wonders and scans the room for you. âi think paddy stole her.â âtheyâre in his room. he just brought her up,â harry replies, his lips forming a line. a bit of anger bubbles in tom upon hearing this. âdinner is nearly done!â nikki gasps. âbring them back down,â sam requests. setting the drinks on the counter, tom sighs. âwill do. give me a minute.â
tomâs annoyance only grows as he ascends the stairs. he can hear your giggling from behind the bedroom door, obviously caused by paddy. itâs silly that heâs so jealous of his baby brother, but he knows him well.
the door opens to reveal you laying stomach down on the floor and paddy on his bed. youâre autographing a picture of yourself while he gets books together for his assignment. tom isnât sure what he was expecting, though heâs relieved this is all it is.
âoh, tom!â you notice him standing in the doorway and cap the pen. âyou were right about the posters, babe.â âi see.â tom clicks his tongue. paddy scowls at his brother. âi canât believe you told her,â he grumbles, you handing him the signed photograph. âno, itâs fine! i think itâs really sweet.â his face relaxes. ânevermind, then.â heâs now making heart eyes at you, tom inhaling a sharp breath.
ây/n/n, can i talk to you?â he asks quietly, eyes flitting over to paddy. âin private?â âum, yeah. iâll be right back, okay?â you tell paddy with an apologetic smile. he shoots you a thumbs up, tom stepping aside so you can leave the room. âmum wants you for dinner in five, actually,â tom corrects. heâs quick to close the door behind him so he doesnât have to hear complaints.
youâre leaning against the wall, arms crossed over your chest. tom walks up to you cautiously. âwhat the hell was that?â you squint at him. âi came back with the drinks, and you were gone,â he answers lowly, and not to your satisfaction. âwhich doesnât answer my question.â âi⌠wellâŚâ tom huffs childishly. âpaddyâs whisked you away! i wanted you to spend the night with my family, yeah?â he sets his hands on your hips.
putting your own hands on both his shoulders, you look at him knowingly. âbabe, paddy is your family. thereâs nothing wrong with some one on one time.â tom stares down at the floor while rubbing his thumb over your hip. he doesnât say anything. âso what if he has a little crush on me? heâll get over it.â you take a step closer to him. âwhat makes you think that?â tom chews his lower lip.
âheâs just starstruck. and, iâm his future sister in law,â you confidently respond, finally making tom perk up. he exhales a laugh and pulls your body against his, leaving a warm kiss on your forehead. âbonding isnât such a bad idea after all.â âmm, i told you,â you bury your face in the crook of his neck. paddy leaves his room then, his face falling at the sight in front of him. this time, tom puts his pettiness aside.
âget in here, padster man. weâve got room for one more.â
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Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? (Jill Roord x Reader)
Jill Jamie Roord rarely got jealous. She knows Y/n is hers and only hers. Besides who in the world could possibly be an upgrade from her.
It was December 20th when Jill and Y/n boarded the flight to Oldenzaal, Netherlands to spend Christmas with her family. Not only was it Jill's first time home for Christmas, but it was also Y/n's first time meeting Jill's family.
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When we finally landed Jill bounced up from her seat grinning, energized by the smell of the Dutch air. While she was excited to come home, I was dreading it.
Let's get things straight, I'm from Spain I speak Spanish, and English not Dutch. My girlfriend's family is Dutch. I don't know Dutch. I- ugh. This is going to suck.
As we drove to her home Jill pointed out landmarks, her favourite places, and just places in general. I could see her brimming delight at the prospect of seeing her family after so long.
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When we finally arrived she bounded to there front door and didn't even knock twice before an older man opened the door with a smile.
"Dad!" Jill shouted hugging the man I presumed was her father
"Jill! Hallo, hoe gaat het? "Jill! Hello, how are you?"
"Ik voel me goed." "I'm good"
I awaited awkwardly for Jill to be finished greeting her dad so she could introduce me, but along came to boys bonding out the door.
They both looked very similar to Jill, so I guessed they were her brothers Jill told me so much about. The one with the moustache (who I presumed was to be Davy) hugged Jill and proceeded into conversation, the other brother, Boyd, walked over to me.
"So, you must be Y/n" He grinned sticking out his hand.
As I shook it I matched his grin and replied "You must be Boyd"
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It was December 22th when Y/n was fully accepted by the Roord's. However Jill wasn't as pleased as she thought she would have been, it all started in the morning, or rather at 3am
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I couldn't sleep. No matter how perfectly perfect my body temperature, no matter how comforting Jill's hand was around my waist was, I couldn't sleep. And it all because it was snowing, lightly, beautifully, like a perfect winters day. I had to go out and see it.
I put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and quietly walked out the door, only to run into Boyd.
He cursed as he dropped some of his hot chocolate he was holding onto my sweatshirt.
"Schijten" He cursed. As he tried to dabb at the already stained shirt I stopped him since I knew it was useless.
He sighed and looked at me apologetically before offering his own sweatshirt.
"Here," He handed me his own sweatshirt, but when I tried to refuse he continued speaking "Take it. It's only fair since I ruined your sweatshirt."
I thanked him and put it on. We were both silent until I made an offer that I presume would cause this whole debacle.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?"
He grinned before taking my hand and walked quickly to the door.
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It was around 6 when we decided to actually build a snowman. We called him Billy, because Boyd liked the name.
After we created Billy we sat in the snow just talking, telling stories, spilling the tea on Jill.
Not noticing Jill had walked outside looking for me.
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Jill's prov
When I walked outside I was worried until, I saw how close Boyd was to my girlfriend.
They were laughing, Y/n looked happy. Suddenly all the self doubt I had when we started dating resurfaced.
Was I enough?
Is she happy with me?
Would she be happier with someone else?
I simply tapped Y/n's shoulder to direct her to the door, since I knew she must be freezing. Maybe that's why Boyd had his arm around her.
She was cold. Thats all. She doesn't like him, she loves me.
I hope she still loves me.
The self doubt rose as Y/n sped her way around me to walk with Boyd while chatting with Davy.
~~~
It was December 24th when Y/n was getting the cold shoulder from her girlfriend. She thought it couldn't get any worse, but noooo it did. This time it all started at night or rather in the late evening.
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I unlike many people I throughly enjoyed being in the kitchen. I loved to bake, but my true passion was cooking. I enjoyed it because no matter what you always get a result, and sometimes the result may vary, from burnt cakes to light Mac-n-Cheese.
Turns out Davy just happened to share my passion. So if someone shares your passion, its only reasonable to do that passion together.
So we decided to cook for the family. We kicked everyone out of the kitchen (except for Boyd because he wanted to help) and got ready. Of course we needed ingredients so Boyd and I went shopping together.
After an hour of kinda shopping and more joking around we came back to the house to start cooking.
Finally after a couple of hours and almost burning the house down thanks to Boyd, everything was ready. We made the rest of the family sit down while we presented the food.
While we ate Davy told me all about his girlfriend and Boyd joked that if Jill doesn't marry me soon he might. Jill abruptly left after that comment.
She later told me it was just because she was tired, but I didn't believe her.
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It was December 25th when Y/n finally figured out the problem. This time it all started at promptly at 3pm.
~~~
"Whats wrong with you?"
Jill turned at the sharp voice of her younger brother Boyd.
"Nothing." She replied quietly
"No Jillie. I know you, why are being so distant to Y/n?"
"Just leave me alone."
"Did Y/n do something?"
Abruptly Jill turned around in order to face Boyd. He shrunk back when he saw the anger in her eyes.
"We're not having this conversation."
"Why not?" He replied starting to become angry. He had grown close to the kind girl and felt like an older brother towards her.
She scoffed "Why don't you have this conversation with Y/n? You two seem close."
"Wait a minute," His eyes widened as he understood the root of the problem "You're blaming me?"
"Of course I blame you!" She argued "You're the one that is stealing Y/n away from me."
Just as Boyd was about to argue back Y/n came in the room. She looked terrible, like she hadn't been sleeping there were also tear stain under her eyes as well. I looked over at Jill and saw her entire facade start to crumble.
Immediately she pulled Y/n into her room and shut the door.
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Y/n prov
Jill gently pulled me into our room, shut the door then walked me over to the side of the bed for me to sit down. After I sat she went to the bathroom to get a cool wet clothe to wipe my face.
All this was done in silence as I stared at her while she gently wiped my face.
Finally I decided to speak up.
"You okay
"I'm fine," Jill replied, but you knew she wasn't.
Jill always said she was fine, but you could see past that. Whenever she was angry their became a paradox between her personalties. Usually she was sweet and extroverted, when she was angry she became introverted and snarky.
Sure you got angry with each other but the only difference was, Jill would act on her emotions. You were the rational one in the relationship, she was usually emotional but you could always figure out why. This time however, you were completely and utterly complexed.
You still didn't understand that she was scared of losing you, even more than you were scared of losing her. You thought she knew that you were hers and only hers.
"No it isn't. Jill, please something is obviously bothering you," I pleaded and Jill sighed. "Just talk to me! Please."
"Fine," Jill sat on the ground in front of me and you gave her a little smile. "Um, okay, I want, no I need you to know that I love you," She started, stumbling over her words. "You know that I'm yours and only yours. I'd like to think that you're mine, but sometimes I get insecure. You're this amazing person and player. You're smart, kind and everyone loves you, but that's the problem I guess. Everyone loves you. Everyone." She admitted. "It's just hard. Sharing you like that."
Finally she stopped ranting and stared at me. The silence thickened as I thought about what to say, then I decided to do something that didn't involve talking and was Jill's favourite pastime.
I kissed her. I kissed her like I was leaving for a year. I kissed her like she won the world cup. I kissed her.
"I promise you that there hasn't been a day that I stopped loving you, that I stopped wanting you. I promise you that no matter what you have always stayed in my head since the first time I played eyes on you. You are mine, and I am yours. Thats it, I will always choose you, no matter the time, the place, the situation. I. Choose. You." I told Jill when we parted.
She grinned before climbing into me lap to kiss me again.
"Besides you were the main topic of conversation." I admitted to Jill
She looked at me before looking outside again "Its still snowing out. Do you wanna build a snowman?"
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Beach Trips and I'm Falling in Love 1/2
When Annabeth meets a strange boy on vacation, she doesn't expect for their relationship to grow much. He's... terribly sarcastic. Cocky. A not-so great match for her witty self. But after learning he visits the same beach every year she does, their strange friendship blooms into something more.
Their realtionship isn't the only thing that blooms over the yearsăź that meaning a certain raven-haired boy.
genre ; childhood friends to lovers, fluff, strangers(?) to lovers, exchanging letters au, percabeth mortal au, 6.5k words.
warnings ; swearing, suggestive(?) themes.
Annabeth first falls in love with the beach at age seven during a vacation.
The airport was a little scary truth be told; new people and big security dogs. Though, the dogs are the things she likes most of the whole expirience. The plane there was much, much worseăź she had never liked being so high up for so long. That's why Annabeth slept for most of it. (more like passed out.)
But now that she's woken up in a whole new setting, (that being her parent's cabin) her heart beats fastly with excitement. The unfamiliar aroma of saltwater and sand wafts into the bedroom, making her sniff deepy. The patched quilt that once layed on her is tossed to the wooden planked floors. Everything here is unfamiliar, whether it's the bedroom or the whole place itself.
Annabeth kicks her feet off the bed, rushing to the hallway. She practically bounces off the walls like a rubber ball. New, sights, new place, new people... She'll get the hang of it sooner or later.
Annabeth skids to a halt. "Can I go out?" She asks excitedly to the emptiness of the cabin, her voice echoing off the sparsely decorated walls. There's a pause. Then:
A voice pipes from somewhereăź maybe the kitchen? "I dunno about that honey, we just-" Dad!
"Please! Just for a while!" Annabeth cuts him off and begs.
She can hear a sigh emit from him "Well, arlright..." There's a pause; most likely Helen shaking her head and laughing lightly. "But don't go too far! We don't know this place that well."
"Thank you!"
It only takes a second before Annabeth is already sliding her sandals on when she gets the ok to go, grabbing her sand castle building bucket and lathering on her sunscreen.
She beams brightly.
A vast blue sky, yellow sun, and glimmering sand. It's all so beautiful. Gorgeous. Alluring- though the seven year old doesn't quite understand what the new word means. She dashes somewhere, anywhere, excited to go see more. Meet more people! Collect sea shells! And it's fun. Fun with peeking under shells looking for crabs, getting her shorts wet from the water, getting tanned in the beating sun.
Annabeth loses track of time at one point or another. All she knows that the collection of shells in her bright red bucket are just so pretty, so why not collect some more?
'Don't go too far,' She can clearly recall her father's voice, 'We don't know this place all that well.'
That was maybe... three hours ago.
Now, the sun isn't hung that high in the sky. It's starting to dip beneath the ocean, red and orange staining the sky. The pale moon isn't visibleăź but Annabeth knows that it might come out sooner or later.
Just a few more shells, she thinks, touge sticking from her lips as she struggles to carry the full bucket, Until I go back.
Where is 'back', anyways?
Annabeth doesn't know where she is right now. At all. Save for the patch of palm trees she had rested under for a while, far behind her.
Oh well. Right now, she tries to focus on collecting more shells. Now, where did that blue shell-
"Uh... What're you doing?"
The question comes as a shock to her, making Annabeth jolt slightly. She whips around.
To her left, there's, well... the ocean. To her right: A cluster of palm tress nestled in the sand. She does a full turn. Than another.
"What-" Annabeth starts in confusion, "Who's there?"
"Up here," The voice (slightly extageratted she might add) chides. It comes straight from the-
-The palm trees?
She comes face to face with blinking sea green eyes. Raven hair splays across the kids' forehead, hiding the tips of his eyes. The kids' legs swinging back and forth on one of the branches, palm leaves shaking slightly with him. Annabeth blinks owlishly in response.
"What're you doing up there?" Is all she can blurt out.
"Sitting," He says matter-of-factly. As if Annabeth couldn't already see that. "What are you doing?" The boy parrots, climbing down the wide trunk.
She steps back when he stands in front of her. He looks about her age, if she's correct. "Collecting shells?" Annabeth burries her sandal-clad heel in the sand. She picks up the blue sea shell she's had her eye on.
"Look, this ones-"
"That's mine!" The boy springs forward suddenly, taking the object from her hands. His eyes are wide like saucers. "You found my lucky shell!"
Annabeth falters. "A lucky shell? What's that?" She tilts her head in confusion. To be honest, that's one of the most ridiculous things that she has ever heard. Not that Annabeth would tell that to the person's face. That would be pretty rude.
When he doesn't respond from being too enveloped in the shine of the shell's blue coat, she grumbles.
"That isn't yours!" She says more loudly. It can't be, it can't! Shells don't belong to people; they're natural things! Aren't they? Plus, what even is a lucky shell?
He scoffs. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!" Annabeth stares fully at the shell. "If it's yours, then prove it."
The boy huffs as he flips the shell over, shoving it right in her face. She has to take another step back to see it properly. More like to see the small letters properly. It's small, black, and messy, but Annabeth can make out the nearly unreadable scribbles.
PERCY . J
"You're Percy?" She looks back at him.
"Mhm!" The boyăź Percyăź beams. "So yeah. That's my lucky shell. I was looking for it for a while."
Her eyebrow twitches. "Oh..." Annabeth trails off, dissapointed. She wanted that shell. Dang it. "Are you sure?" He nods affirmatively, making her face droop. They both stay silent for a second, letting the sound of crashing against the shore take over.
Percy turns around. "I'm gonna go back to my cabin now."
Annabeth, as if breaking out from a trance, grabs his wrist. "Wait!" She yelps, pouting.
He turns back around quickly with a grumble. "What?
"D-do you..." She lets go of his wrist once she see's the judging look on the boy's face. "Do you know where the cabins are, by any chance?"
It's a weird question out of context, really, and Annabeth isn't sure why she asks him of all people. He probably doesn't know his way around either, not to mention that she doesn't expect him to answer.
It's comes as a surprise to her when he asks: "Which ones?"
Annabeth's lips tug upwards in a hopeful smile. "Uh..." She tries to remember where it is. "The ones with the really tall palm trees beside the shore?"
Percy pauses; his eyes look up into space as if he's looking for an answer from the gods. "Oh!" He looks over behind him, "Where there's this weird blue-roofed cabin to the right?"
"Yeah! That's The one!" She exclaims. Her face lights up with memory, thinking of the exact location.
"Oh," He looks directly at her now, "That's where I'm staying, too."
"Oh." Annabeth repeats.
"Yeah."
"Huh."
The Walk back is... Normal. They bicker back and forth, throwing subtle insults. At one point Annabeth bargains to take the blue sea shell back for three of the pink ones, but Percy refuses. She huffs.
"Where'd you get your lucky shell anyways?" Annabeth asks as her feet pads onto the slightly damp sand.
"My mom," He grins, holding it high above his head. "We found it here last year, and I just kept it! She said that it would be a nice souvenir." Percy says proudly.
She wants to ask more, prod more, but it seems like they're already at their detination. The tall palm trees. The weird blue-roofed cabin. Annabeth looks over to him, as it seems like the last time they'll ever see each other. Percy, however, looks surprised.
"You're my-" He freezes, looking back and forth at the two cabins in front of them. One is Annabeth's. And the other is...
"What?" Annabeth asks. "Something wrong?"
"You're my neighbor!?" Percy gasps, horror striking his face. He takes a disgusted shudder and steps away from the blonde.
"Don't act that disgusted!" She jokingly pushes his shoulderăź with a little less than just 'jokingly' in the shove. "But this actually sucks. I don't really like you," Annabeth admits.
"Me neither!" Percy rolls his eyes. "Im going inside!"
She crosses her arms as she looks away. "Me too!"
"Goodnight!"
Annabeth doesn't know howăź or whenăź it happens, but their friendship blooms sometime along with way.
"Whatever!"
Scratch that. Friendship is too much of a strong word. For now, the two can settle on frenemies.
Plus, their frenemieship doesn't exactly happen umpormpted; it takes the parents to force them together. Aparently, Percy had told his mom about the whole scenario. Whispers come to talk, and there they are, sitting on the steps of Percy's cabin while the two's parents talk inside. Annabeth can hear the laughs coming from inside. It makes her seethe.
"Why'd you tell?" Is all she can mutter.
"My mom asked me where I was," Percy simply says, "So I did!"
"I had to thank you ten times because of that, and now look where we are!" Annabeth glared pointedly. "They're all buddies now. Ew."
He reels. "Shut up."
"No."
"Shut up!"
"I said no!"
The door creaks open, and they both freeze.
"Annabeth!" Frederick calls out, stepping onto the wooden deck. "Oh, it looks like you two have already bonded! How nice," He smiles, looking at the two of them who sit side to side. It looks like they had just had a deep convorsationăź except not the one you'd expect. Percy's mom, who Annabeth heard her name was Sally, steps beside him with her own smile.
It's weird. This nice-looking, kind woman who is related to such a loser like Percy? Even being his mom? She can't see the resemblance.
"Aw, you two look like best buds!" Sally pats the two of them on the shoulder, warm smile etched across her face. Annabeth smilies in response, despite her thoughts: She has got to ditch Percy as soon as possible.
"Why don't you two go visit downtown?" She looks over to Percy. His scowl is wiped away once she does it, replaced with a forced grin. "It'd be nice for you two to hang out, wouldn't it?"
No, it would not, Annabeth wants to say. I dislike this dude very much.
But as her life goes, she never gets what she wants.
"Okay!" Percy smiles, standing up. He makes an attempt to leave Annabeth in the dust by walking as fast as he can, his actions being immediately noticed by her. All Sally and Frederick do is confuse it with excitement.
Downtown is a sunshiney place with colourful chalk on the shop walls that line the roadsides. There's a white marble fountain in the middle of the square, and a small grass filed where people play frisbee. Ice cream, pizza, ramen, you name it. The smells make both of their mouths water with hunger. Annabeth looks over to the hotdog stand with wantful eyes.
Percy's stomach grumbles.
"What?" He asks, embarassed, when Annabeth looks over at him. She looks away, rummaging through the pockets of her jean jacket. After pulling out a few green bills, she shuffles her feet.
"Here." Annabeth stuffs two of them in Percy's hands. "Let's go buy something."
He falters. "Wha- Thanks, but why?"
"My dad always tells me to be polite," She says formaly, head held high. "And I'm trying to do it. What? You think I actually like you? Please." Annabeth won't admit it, but she doesn't actually mean it.
Percy frowns. "Whatever."
It's bland as they eat, quietness shared between the two children. Annabeth chews dryly. Percy swallows thickly. They find a spot to sit; a colorful bench in the heart of all the comotion.
"No!" Annabeth groans when her half-eaten ice popsicle falls to the concrete ground. She pouts. "Aw, come on." The biker (the reason she accidentally let it fall) is long gone without as much of a glance.
Percy, on the other hand, eyes the red popsicle. He hasn't eaten his own yetăź it being still wrapped up in it's yellow wrapper.
He offers it to her.
"Huh?" She takes it suddenly, eyes slightly shocked. Her mouth waters with hunger. "I-is this for me?" Annabeth asks. She peels the wrapper off begrudgingly, the sticky texture on her fingertips. It's blueberry flavoured. One of her favourites.
"Who else?" Percy rolls his eyes.
Annabeth scoffs. "I thought you were hungry."
"Yeah, but you seem pretty hungry too."
There's two sticks in the treat, meaning that they can split it. She does so, splitting it apart with a crack, and hands it back to him while looking away. "Here. Take this."
"Aw, you like me after all!" He nudges her, smiling widely and instantly popping it in his mouth.
"Its politeness!" Annabeth can manage for the word.
Percy isn't such a loser. And neither is she.
The stars twinkle brightly by the time they head back, cicadas and crickets back again to sing their songs. Percy looks at Annabeth while she enters her cabin. Her stares at her from his own doorway.
"Goodnight." Is all he says.
Annabeth doesn't know howăź or whenăź it happens, but their friendship blooms sometime along with way.
This time, Annabeth replies properly. "Goodnight."
The next week goes a lot like this: Percy comes over to her room, (Frederick and Helen has already taken a liking to him) beach ball in hand and sunscreen slathered on.
"Let's go swim!" He yanks the blanket from her half-asleep figure with a snicker.
"Leave me alone, doofus!"
She always complains, but goes with him anyways.
Some days it was Annabeth who woke him up. Some days she works up at the crack of dawn just to haul him to the beach where they swam for hours. Those days, she never complains.
But today, Percy accompanies Annabeth at the airport.
"You better write back to me," He crosses his arms and huffs as she gives a lopsided smirk. Her luggage, decorated with patches she had collected, stands at her side. Her Parents chat with Percy's with hugs exchanged and sad smiles. "Or else I'm not your friend anymore."
That's the first time Percy says she's a friend.
Despite that, she remains a steady face. Her heart is racing. "You can write?" Annabeth gasps, a fake look of shock on her face. When the boy gives her a dirty look, she chuckles. "Don't worry. I'm coming back here soon."
"When?" He asks instantly.
"Next year. Maybe longer." She replies, rocking back and forth on her heels. Her feet are replaced with her green sneakers, a change from a week of wearing nothing but sandals. There's a certain sadness lacing her tone.
"That's too long."
"I know."
They seem to be acting tough, possibly for their own sakes, but it all crumbles to the ground when they both tear up. They hug each other, tightly, as if they won't be seeing each other for an eternity. Maybe they will.
"I'll write to you everyday!" Annabeth promises, pulling away. Her eyes are puffy and her nose is running.
"You better!" Percy wipes his nose on his shirt. "And I will too!"
Annabeth can't quite keep the promise of sending letters every day, that being the reason of school and other things, but she and Percy can settle on every week.
It takes both their parents to pull them away from each other when the time finally comes.
Percy's letters always has his signature blue envelope. It's bright in her hands when she opens her mailbox a week after seeing him as she reads the front. Her name is misspelled three times, and the envelope is clumsily sealed. It's exactly what she had imagined. His mom must've written it for him, because the writing is ten times more neater. The words make her smile.
That night, she reads it again.
Annabeth sends her own letters, envelope and papers with owl prints drawn on. Like Percy, her own hand writing is messy. So she has Helen write most of it for her.
Back and forth through the four seasons. They both start to send little trinkets to the other, too: dried up flowers, favourite pens, even some of Percy's favourite candiesăź blue Jolly Ranchers, but they seem to taste better when he sends it.
I seriously hate school, Percy writes in a letter one week, Everyone here sucks.
Well, not a few people, but a lot of people do. They're all rude. And suck ups. Even the teachers are like that! They all just act all better than me, just because. I don't really know why.
The next part is written in his own handwriting.
But of course, they're not! I beat them in dodgeball today, but i got a bruise on my cheek when I fell flat on my face. Nothing I can't handle!
Annabeth rolls her eyes at that, pen in hand while she reads the remians of it. She notes that there's a picture attached at the bottom with a obnoxious green paperclip. Taking it off, she stares at it.
Percy beams at her; er, the camera, a noticeable bruise square on his left cheek. A band-aid is stuck onto his forehead. Annabeth can only assume where it's from. For some reason the boy is smiling toothily. He looks exactly like he had been only a while ago, tanned skin and scrawny arms. His uncureable case of bedhead has also somehow stayed intact.
She sends her own picture: A amuture snap taken by her dad, standing in the sun at the park near her house. Her lips pull upwards into a wide, bright smile.
"Say cheese!" Frederick points the lenses to her.
Annabeth beams. "Cheeeese!" She giggles.
Percy doesn't want to admit it, but he'd spent more time than he liked staring at the picture.
Annabeth and Percy are right when they next meet again; though Annabeth likes to say that she's eight and three quarters.
The girl had arrived in the middle of the night while she was still snoring. Like last time, she had woken up in a bedăź the same one as of today. Though she can't quite notice. Her body still radiates tiredness, mucsles sore and limbs unmoving.
"Annabeth!" Percy shakes the blonde awake, her hair messy hair shaking back and forth. She groans through her lips.
"Wha-" She flips over, looking at him. "Its- Percy!?" Annabeth jolts upwards, eyes wide and fully awake.
He smirks at her. "Hey." Percy stands up straight now, taking a step back. "Its been a while-"
Annabeth pulls him in for a hug. "i missed you!" She says, hugging him even more tightly. "So much!" Percy, after a second, hugs back with just as much happiness. His face burries in her shoulder.
"Me too," Percy replies, voice muffled. "So much."
It might be a long minute when they finally pull away.
"I-I was just being polite," Annabeth turns away with embarassment. "Don't think too much about it."
"Y-yeah, same."
They both know that they're lying.
After a while, it almost becomes routine. They spend a blissful week together playing on the beach. Both Percy and Annabeth cry their eyeballs out when they have to leave. The rest of the year is spent exchanging letters.
Summer of when they're twelve, Annabeth says something that makes Percy frown immediately.
"We won't be able to come back here for a while," She says, laying on the sand.
"Oh." Percy says. "That's what you always say. "So... You'll be here next year."
She sighs, looking at the waves lapping across the sandy shores. People swim happily in the cool waters, unlike them, who sit under the shade of a tall palm tree.
"...Right?" He repeats slowly, carefully, when she doesn't respond.
"No." Annabeth burries her face in her hands. "We won't be coming next year. Or the year after that."
"What!?" Percy''s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "And why not?"
"Helen, she... You know that the twins will be born soon. And my dad wants to take a break from vacations for a while." She grumbles.
"And that means-"
"We won't be coming back for a very, very long time."
Dread dawns onto Percy like a spotlight.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Then it truly settles in.
"Oh, no."
The next night is what Percy assumes to be the last night spent with Annabeth in a few years. That sentence makes him sick to the stomach, so he avoids thinking about it.
If he stops thinking about it, will it never happen? If he somehow begs Annabeth's parents, will she come again next year? If Percy, someway, hopes hard enough, will she be here next year, and the next?
His thoughts gnaw at him like rats. Laying awake in his messy bed, chapped lips and ruffled hair.
There's really only one thing that can help him now.
"Hey." Percy manages to sneak into Annabeth's room via window. Her room is chilly. He feels like scolding her for keeping her window unlocked, but then Percy would just sound like his mom. He nudges her softly. "Wake up."
Annabeth, groggy and sleep deprived, opens one of her eyes. "Hm? Oh..." Hse tries to keep her eyes open. "Percy?"
It's a small whisper. Her mouth is dry and her limbs are sore. Annabeth's pillow is dampened; she had just cried only hours prior before she passed out fron exhaustion. Its a bleak memory that A Annabeth cringes upon. She chews her lip.
"C'mon," Percy says, "Let's go to our spot."
Annabeth doesn't put up a arguement. She knows that he wants to spend the most time together as possible, and the feeling is mutual. She feels her own sort of sadness: An icky feeling that leaves her feeling all scummy when she remembers she wont see Percy for a very long time.
So she goes with him, cotton sweater flimsy flip-flops hastily threwn on. Their footsteps make the old wood creak, but thankfully, no one wakes from the noises.
Their 'Spot' is a hill, high above the rising tides. Its where they go every year. Its where they made memories. Its a place that they can't imagine ever staying away from.
The nightly wind is gone this particular night. It only leaves comfortable silence.
"So how long will you be away for?" Percy asks, pulling his knees to his chest. Hus eyes droop down.
Annabeth fiddles with a stick she found on the grassy ground. "I don't wanna say it. Its too long."
But after she hesitates, Annabeth gives in. "...Six years."
"What?"
"Six years," She repeats, more strongly this time, "That's my estimate."
Percy's breath hitches in his throat. Six years? Six years without her?
"That's forever." Percy comes to the horrible conclusion. No, no- there must be somesort of mistake! Annabethwill be here next year, and that's that. "Are you sure?"
Annabeth nods grimly. Her eyes are screwed shut, as if she cant see it, it won't happen. If she cant see, then maybe it'll all be a bad dream.
She's just like him.
They both know its futile to do anything else. To do something, one last thing, one last visit down, one more. Its bitterly cold. Saltwater invades their senses, and to be honestăź they're both exhausted. From a week of long playing in the sun. From a lot of things.
For now, each others company is enough. To know that they're there, in person, is enough. Being together is enough.
So they lay there.
Hand in hand, shoulders pressed up together. The moonlight is the only thing helping Annabeth see in the dark, while Percy grips her hand tighter. The stars above... They're bright. Tiny, miniscule, but they're bright and shining. Like yesterday. Today. And forever. He sniffs. The sky is incoming and unchanging. That's how both Percy and Annabeth want it to beăź unchanging between them.
The next morning is bland. Annabeth wakes up with a large amount of dread looming over her, like a heavy cloud of muck. From the clock on her nightstand she can read 5:02 AM; a time in which Percy is most likely fast asleep.
That doesn't really matter. They're goodbyes are said, long done, and that's that. Annabeth already had a bittersweet moment with Percy. Why ruin with a tearful goodbye?
It hurts to not say one last goodbye to him.
The airport. Even at such a early time, it still hums with livelyness and people's chattering. Well, you know what they say. The airport never really does stop working. Not for anyone.
If Percy was here now, what would he say? Give a last cocky smirk and throw a snarky insult? Annabeth would just laugh it off and hug him, as per usual, as per every year. It's a shame.
her parents have already entered the airport, leaving Annabeth standing in front of the huge terminal. She lets out a sigh and clutches her luggage closer. Well. this is it for-
"Annabeth!"
Is that- No. It can't be. Annabeth grips the metal handle of her luggage harder. It makes her knuckles turn into a sickly shade of pale, resembling a sheet of paper. He's not here. He's asleep, gone, and I'm imagining things. He can't possibly be-
"Wisegirl!"
When the voice calls out again, Annabeth knows for sure that it's him.
Percy.
The boy instantly engulfs her in a hug. It's warm, soft, familiar. All the qualities Annabeth likes most about him.
Great, she's tearing up.
"Don't forget me." Percy mumbles into her shoulder. "Please don't forget me." His voice is watery and wavering: He's crying. She can feel is tears dampening her sweater-clad shoulder, and all she can think is how she's doing the same.
"Never," Annabeth says, squeezing her eyes shut. "I promise."
Percy wants to say so much. How he woke up through his tiredness. How he biked here, all one hour of it, to find her, and how he couldn't sleep because he needed to hear her voice. Childish or immature as it be, its true.
He pulls away slowly and rummages through his pockets as he sniffs. "Here. Take this."
Annabeth's eyes widen. "You're" She grips it, mouth going dry. His shell, still blue as ever and pristine, tilts in her hands. "You're gonna give me this?"
She knows it's his favourite thing in the world, save for blue cookies and his small whale plushie. He never leaves it unattended, never dirties it, either. Annabeth knows that Percy never lends it to anyone, and keeps it like it's his life's worth. So why is he giving it to her? His eyes are teary and foggy as tears spill from his eyes, but she can't see any regret or remorse on his face. That's means he's giving it to her with no qualms, whatsoeverăź But why?
"You better make sure to return it!" Percy sniffles again, wiping his runny nose on his shirt. "I'll be waiting!"
"I will."
Annabeth thinks that's the most she's cried ever.
The years pass like clockwork, because really, it is.
It's happens like any other year. She goes to school, gets good grades and live like any other day. She sends letters to Percy consistently. They're all sent with souvenirs, trinkets, little notes and scraps. It helps in a theraputic way.
Annabeth doesn't really blame her parents for taking a break. She tries to understand. And it's hard. The twins are lovely. Lovely as newborns can get, at least, they're smiley and bright. Matthew and Bobby, that's their names. They don't cry much. Annabeth likes that. They throw food at her sometimes. Annabeth doesn't like that.
Summer thirteen passes slowly. She tries to pass it with friends, but none of them can really compare to Percy.
Summer fourteen Annabeth enters Highschool. She keeps Percy's lucky she'll on her bedside table, stacked upon a cluster of books. She spends that summer inside, reading books about architecture. They can distact her from the dread of missing him.
Summer fifteen and she sends a package to Percy. There's the usual letter, one of her favourite books, and notes for the new math curriculum that they both happen to be on. She knows that he seriously hates reading, but Annabeth doesn't really expect him to read it.
(He spends all night reading it.)
Summer sixteen, and Percy sends the recipe for his mom's famous blue cookies. That makes her smile uncontrollably. Percy never trusts anyone that much to send one of his favorite recipes; much less the one for his most prized blue cookies. Annabeth is sure to send a recipe of her own for her favorite apple pie.
(Percy can't really stop eating it. Somehow, it reminds him if her.)
Summer seventeen Annabeth makes new friends. They make her mind forget about Percy more, but when she's laying awake at night, she can't really stop thinking about him. He's grown. His smile is as warm and bright as ever, and his hair which was once ruffles in a messy way had become endearing. Annabeth thinks it suits him.
She sends her own pictures. Annabeth thinks that she hasn't grown very much compared to Percy, but she's grown in height. Her hair reaches a length's past her shoulders, and her curls have become more tameable. It's easier to style.
Percy can write much better now, too. His writing is somewhat readable. His letters are still cocky and sarcastic as ever, but his words can clearly shows that he misses her. Annabeth does too. He's learned how to surf. Percy promises to teach her when she visits again. Not to mention he got a dogăź a huge, massive ball of black fluff named Mrs. O'Leary. Apparently she's a rescue from one of his neighbours. Annabeth has her own dog as well; a lanky Doberman that she calls cerberus. She swears to introduce him to Mrs. o'leary.
(He looks forward to that.)
Still summer seventeen, and Annabeth learns that Percy has gotten close with someone.
She's supportive of him, of course, but Annabeth can't really say that when she frowns at the news. Rachel. That's her name. Rich, red-haired and pretty, she's probably a good fit for him. Annabeth sees her in the pictures he sends. Beach trips together, days spent in each other's company. She tries as hard as she can not to say something about it.
Rachel is pretty. Rachel is kind. She donates to homeless shelters and fundraises to help the rainforest, Rachel is the daughter of some rich buisness owner.
Rachel is everything Annabeth is not.
Laying on her bed that night, she comes to a horrible realization.
Those feelings of jealousy... Theyâre more than that, aren't they? It's more, so much more, it's the feeling of desire. Wanting. Because after years, Annabeth learns that she likes Percy.
And Percy likes someone else.
Summer eighteen and Annabeth is on the plane to her familyâs cabin. She's eighteen years old now; it's been six years.
Six, long years of waiting, six summers spent wasting, six years of exchanging letters. Six years of waiting and longing.
Her leg bounces up and down erratically as the plane nears it's destination, the window passing blinding white clouds. The airport was just as busy as Annabeth remembered. The sights, smells, sounds... It's been a while since she's experienced this. It makes her mind race.
"You excited?" Helen gives a small smile towards her. The twins snore loudly beside her. "I bet you are. It's been a while since you've seen him, right?"
"Mhm," Annabeth hums, grinning to herself. Somehow, she already knows who Helen is talking about. "Six years."
"Hm?"
"Its been six years," She says, leaning her cheek on her palm. "Six years since I've last seen him."
Percy.
Annabeth is eighteen when she falls in love with the beach for the second time.
The cabin looks just like it was before. Dark brown wood, potted plants littering the windowsills, metal and glass chimes hanging from the ceilings. Nostalgia runs through Annabeth's mind.
So, with her hair flying behind her and parents chuckling behind her from the car, she bursts open the doors with laboured breaths. The humidity is at a level so high it gets Annabeth's hair all frizzyăź but she doesn't mind one bit. She takes a deep inhale.
Fresh saltwater. Driftwood, the sweet smell of vanilla, the alluring scent of coral.
"Can I go out?" Annabeth practically jumps the whole way to the living room, parents unpacking. She runs her hands on the walls; she knows the place like a book from all the previous years spent there.
Annabeth's heart drops when they shake their heads. "Sorry, sweetie," Frederick sighs. "Could you wait until dinner? The twins would probably follow you everywhere; they're pretty energetic right now."
She frowns. "But-" Annabeth exhales, and her shoulders slump. "...Alright."
As the blonde walks back to her room, she can't help but think: Where even is Percy? At the beach? In his room? It's been a while since she last sent a letterăź but Annabeth thought he would be expecting her. Maybe not. Maybe, he's busy spending time with Rachel. Not that she really blames him.
So she lays there, staring at the white ceiling. It's smooth unlike her popcorned ceilings back at her house. Annabeth can imagine what Percy's doing right now; most likely teaching Rachel how to surf, like he wrote in his most previous letter. That was... A month ago, right? She's learned how to surf, too.
Annabeth eats dinner with a small frown on her face.
What's the point? She thinks to herself, shoving the plate of noodles in her mouth. She slurps it up. What's the point in seeing him, anyways?
Well, let's see. One: I haven't seen him in six years. That's true. Annabeth's heart aches to see him again, but she can't really bring up the courage to see him.
Two: I have to return his lucky sea shell. She thinks of the shell that stands on her bedside table. It's coat is blue and chipped at that point from all the years.
Three: I really, really want to see him again. Annabeth agrees to herself to that, but there's something lacking. Something that's stopping her from seeing him.
What if Percy doesn't want to see me?
It's stupid, sure, after everything they went through, why would Percy not want to see her? The airport visit from six years ago was enough to proove her wrong, but... The doubt still lingers on Annabeth's head. Rachel was probably fine. She doesn't even know the girl for goodness sakeăź why would Annabeth ever hate her in any way?
So, stepping out of the cabin with a determined look, she starts off to find Percy.
The cabin next to hers has no occupants. There's people living in there of course, the light inside gives it away. But there's none inside.
Okay. Next, the beach. The sure is setting, so only a few last minute stragglers are there. The waves are just as beautiful as Annabeth imagined. She chews on her bottom lip, where could he be? Downtown. The ice cream shop. Even the boardwalk. Annabeth has no luck in finding the raven haired boy.
Well, desperate times call for desperate measures.
She walks up to their spot.
It's like a walk to memory lane, really, the trees stretch even farther and the grass is way outgrown. The old log that she and Percy used to sit on is now covered with moss and growing mushrooms. Annabeth smiles to herself. It's been a while.
Have those bags always been here? She thinks to herself. She eyes the bags: Two of them, one black and one a vibrant splash of colors. They must belong to someone else.
When Annabeth sees a familiar figure, she practically beams, because holy shit, it's Percy!
His shoulders are broader than she remembered. His hair is gorgeously fluffy and volumous, and his voice is more richer than Annabeth thought. But, wait- why is he talking to himself?
"Seaweed br-"
That when Annabeth sees her.
A head of red hair sits beside him, laughing to spend joke of his. Or at least that's what Annabeth thinks is happening. Oh, her face falls. That must be Rachel. She fit the description she has had in her head for a while now: Pretty. Laid back.
Annabeth thought their spot was a spot for themăź a spot where their memories were made, a spot where Percy introduced her to, a spot where only Annabeth knew.
Her arm slowly drops to her side when Rachel pecks him on the cheek.
Walking back, she thinks she's a fool. How could she be the only person who knew of that place? Such an idiot! Of course Percy would find someone else, like someone else, kiss someone else. Annabeth can't blame him. She can't blame Rachel, or anyone else, because how could she?
That night, Annabeth can't fall asleep.
(Percy can't either, because he can't stop thinking about Annabeth and how he thinks he saw her back there.)
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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 11 second part
(Masterpost) (Other Canary Absurdity)Â
Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!
Message from the Lan Clan
After dinner the Yunmeng bros go to talk to Jiang Fengmian in his study. They're quiet and respectful here, with no shoulder-shoving or arguing. This scene has such Brady Bunch energy, where Dad's Study is the Man Place where boys come to talk about Serious Things.
The boys tell Dad Jiang about the Yin Iron and he says yeah, I know. This is probably why he let them run off on their road trip without punishing them, but he could have, like, shared data with them so they might have actually achieved something related to the Yin Iron, rather than just wandering around the countryside bonding with Lan Wangji and Nie Huaisang.
He shows them a letter from the Lans that basically says the Lan Clan is in the shit, and he tells them they've got to go to the Wen indoctrination because otherwise they will also be in the shit.Â
He gives the boys a warning about the Yin Iron, which is thatÂ
1. it can be refined andÂ
2. if you refine it carefully, it will not control you.Â
Awesome tip, will definitely use, thanks pop.
(more behind the cut)
Jiang Cheng wants to argue about going to the Wen party, but Wei Wuxian vocally gets on board, not leaving any opportunity for whining.Â
Wei Wuxian is only sucking up a little bit in this scene. He obviously has a lot of affection for Jiang Fengmian, but WWX doesn't play up to his favoritism nearly as much as he could. Compare, for example, how he leans into Yanli's preferential treatment of him. Â
Fight Outside the Cold Cave
Over on the Gusu side of the country province township, the disciples have gathered outside the cold cave that previously none of them knew about, and Su She is freaking out.Â
Most of the acting in The Untamed is naturalistic, but then there are occasional characters who are portrayed with a much more theatrical, broad style. Su She's villainy is not given a lot of layers; he's playing a type, more than a person.
Many of the villains in The Untamed are played this way, but not all. Wen Zhuliu, for example, is a genuinely horrifying bad guy while also conveying depth and ambivalence--despite having hardly any lines. And JGY is a masterpiece of a performance. For Su She, the directors or the actor have opted for "sniveling backstabber" as a type, which is unfortunate, because it robs his final scenes of emotional impact.
Lan Qiren tells the disciples to get to safety. He rushes forward, gamely getting his ass kicked by human cuisinart Wen Xu. Â He's not as effective a warrior as either of his nephews but he's a brave S.O.B.
Hanguang Jun to the Rescue
Before things can go completely pear-shaped, Lan Wangji sails in with his guqin.
The Blue Steel technique of the Lan Clan
Like many gifted learners, Lan Wangji's musical abilities are more advanced than his social skills. Here he musically makes the ground literally explode, almost as if it had been specially rigged with incendiary charges. Â
Lan Wangji is very pretty when he's worried, and his affection and concern for his uncle is touching. He's 100% not interested, as we will see, in Lan Qiren's whole "lets all die for the future of the Lan Clan while my nephews hide" agenda. He's on his own agenda of smiting the wicked and protecting the weak.
Notice how Su She is standing right next to Lan Qiren here, even holding his arm? The next thing that Lan Qiren says is to tell all the disciples to keep up as they run into the cave. Somehow Su She totally does not keep up, and he gets caught outside along with a bunch of other disciples.
Giving Up
Wen Xu and his men kill most of the other caught disciples, and then threaten Su She, asking him how to get into the cave. In fear for his life, he tells them. Not cool, Su She, but possibly forgivable. Although when you voluntarily join a, you know, battle cult, physical courage is kind of an important qualifier.
But this shit here...
They didn't fucking ask about the books, douchebag. Â
Su She was there in Lan Qiren's house when the two heads of his clan knelt to each other, each claiming the right to be the one to stay behind and die. And he heard Lan Qiren say that the ancient books are the foundation of the clan and that only if LXC and the books survive, will the clan continue. By giving up both men, and pointing out the book situation, Su She has totally earned his expulsion.Â
Lan Wangji Takes a Stand
Lan Wangji decides, for the first but not last time, to openly defy his uncle...and it's got nothing to do with Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji is a hero, who follows the dictates of his conscience. His conscience is extremely filial and extremely orthodox, but heâs got a growing open-minded streak. This is going to cause a whole lot of conflicts for him over the next few years.
This time, however, he manages to skate out from under the whole disobedient, unfilial thing by citing Lan Yi's directive, which means Lan Qiren has to accept it because she's his predecessor and elder relative (She is probably not a literal ancestor, since she spent her life in a cave putting fucking headbands on fucking rabbits which probably didnât leave time for having babies).
This is a pretty extraordinary moment for Lan Wangji and for Lan Qiren, because Lan Wangji just asserted his own form of authority to do the exact opposite of what Lan Qiren wanted, and Lan Qiren just sucked it up and let him.
It's also very different from western stories involving a holy McGuffin such as the Yin Iron. Lan Wangji's solution of "fuck it, just let the bad guys have it, it's not worth so many people dying for" is refreshing and surprising to me, a westerner raised on The One Ring, the Grail, the Death Star Plans, etc.
Lan Wangji steps out of the cave and uses a sword blast to save Su She, the ungrateful bastard, from getting stabbed by Wen Xu. Then he surrenders, and they break his leg to slow him down. This does not actually incapacitate him, because he is Lan Fucking Wangji, already a BAMF at like 17 years old. When they whack his leg, his chunk of Yin Iron falls out onto the ground.
That thing was in a magic bag of holding before. So...it just falls out when you whack him? If they whack him again will his guqin fall on the ground? What about candy?
Archery Practice at Lotus Pier
Meanwhile, back at Lotus Pier, the brothers are enjoying some quality time together before they head to the hostage-taking indoctrination.
Wei Wuxian is such a great cultivator that he can hit a distant target even when he jerks his bow upwards as he releases the arrow.
Jiang Cheng seems fairly pleased, and proud of his brother. He's competitive and fundamentally grumpy but not, at least here, a sore loser.
Club Ruohan
We go over to Da Club, where Wen Ruohan is yelling at Wen Qing for letting Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian go. He names them both, so they're becoming more and more known to their enemies. Which is not a good thing.
He menaces her with the zombie mosh crew, having them kill a dude in front of her and then saying her baby brother will be next in the circle of zombies if she tries any more stunts. Neither of them can imagine how much zombie ass her baby brother is going to kick, later in his (un)life.
Side note: What is up with WRHâs hair? Why bother pulling your hair up over your ears if you're going to leave an enormous curtain of it over your face? It's because he knows there's a wind machine next to his throne, isnât it?
Leaving Lotus Pier
Jiang Cheng: when I ran off earlier in the year on my road trip you didn't pack a goddamn thing.
Wen Indoctrination
Is it even possible to stand next to this much active volcanic shit and not, uh, die? I live in the tornado part of the US so I don't know much about lava (yet. 2020 still has 2 months to go). But it seems like it would be hard to breathe the air. Also they appear to build houses on lava piles, which seems imprudent. Â I say that even as someone who plays The Elder Scrolls Online, which is full of lava towns and nonsense like âash farming.â
Nie Huaisang is adorable at all times, but particularly here, when he's so happy to see his friend who *didn't* fuck his gege and then abandon him without an explanation.Â
Nie Huaisang: I'm so glad I can count on Wei-Xiong to be consistent and not vanish for months, or become a traumatized shell of his former self, or, like, horribly die.
Jin Zixuan isn't quite as happy to see Wei Wuxian.
Wen Chao enjoys the sound of his own voice way too much, and is malevolent and boring. On the plus side, he likes to stand with his hand stuck out in the air, which is fun for your resident photoshopper.
Nie Huaisang is so miserable every time he's holding a sword, or blade, or whichever we're supposed to call this. He's got his fan tucked into his belt, which is sweet. He is happy to give up his sword but don't you dare try to take his fan.
Meanwhile Wei Wuxian is worried about Lan Wangji, and Jiang Cheng isn't.
Lan Wangji shows up under guard, and takes his position at the front of the line, but without any extra disciples. The Wens let him change into snowy white robes after breaking his leg which will go well with arterial blood spray. He's focused and is determined not to interact with Wei Wuxian in this public context.
When I was little, I would sit near my best friend at church on Sunday, but not be allowed to talk to her until church was over, and it was exactly like this. She was good at churching and I was hyper and hated church. We are still best friends and these things are still true.
This interaction is like a thumbnail for the whole dynamic of these three boys: Lan Wangji outwardly ignoring Wei Wuxian while having many interior feelings about him; Wei Wuxian demanding attention and creating a bit of a scene, due to his very genuine caring; Jiang Cheng telling him to leave that boy alone for fuck's sake.
Lan Wangji: Stop trying to talk to me Wei Ying, Iâm busy composing a song in my head about the two of us and our love for each other.Â
#fytheuntamed#the untamed#the untamed gifs#the untamed meta#wei wuxian#lan wangji#jiang cheng#lan qiren#su she#jiang fengmian#restless rewatch the untamed#canary3d-original#my gifs#the untamed spoilers
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iâm obsessed with joel farabee and morgan frost and you should be too: a primer
hello! welcome! recently i have become infatuated with morgan frost and joel farabee for a lot of reasons but mostly because of that one post that i spent like twenty minutes searching various blogs for that said âpeople are freaking out about sexualising hockey players, meanwhile joel farabee is one instagram comment away from telling morgan frost heâd suck him dry.â in my head rent free. hit a girl up if you have the post.
anyway! frosty and beezy:
[hard cut to me whispering âoh my god even their nUMBERS are friendsâ iâm fine.]
this is more like about vibes and less about facts, so you can google if you want to know more about their, like, bios and stats and stuff thatâs not 99% rpf or conjecture. this primer is just the things that make me scream. however, that being said, they do play well on a line together and both are very good players.
joel farabee is american, from new york i believe but his dad is from philly, and falls neatly into the category of BORN TO BE A FLYER. longtime fan, hugely excited to play for the team, brings it up all the time.
morgan frost, from ontario canada, was not.
a real, actual tweet. he tweeted this with his WHOLE chest and then joined the flyers like three years later. i adore it. another real actual tweet i adore:
sweet, sweet joel. he misses his buddies :( no doubt including morgan because they are, by all appearances, obsessed with each other. iâm trying not to keep using the word obsessed in this primer but itâs hard because they are. morganâs a year older, a first round draft pick in 2017 and joelâs a first round pick in 2018, but they didnât start playing together until 2019, i believe, because joel played for a college team in boston. side note: he also captained team usa and wore a number 28 in honour of claude giroux and i am absolutely not okay about it.
e! mo! tion! al! incidentally, frosty wears danny briereâs number when he plays for the flyers, which. take from that what you will. iykyk. their NUMBERS are FRIENDS. HERITAGE SOULMATES. joelâs been called up to play on the flyers (and did really well in the playoffs!) but weâre still waitinâ for morgan to come along too but the coaching staff hasnât recognised the raw power of true love yet so.
at this point, youâre probably saying âsasha shut up about their fucking numbers and talk about why theyâre obsessed with each otherâ but good news! i do not need to do that because the official flyers media has done that for me! (x) iâd recommend watching it because itâs a lot packed into a neat 100 seconds, but notable moments include the voice over saying âjoel farabee and morgan frost have found that going at it together has its benefitsâ within the first thirty seconds. that is a real direct quote. i canât believe it either. thereâs also a lot of light homoerotic bonding over playing chel, them sitting across from each other on their beds, the admission of being ROOMMATES (oh my god they were roommates), this shot of them sitting with their mouths wide open on either side of their dad,
and also joel wearing a hat with a canadian maple leaf on it, despite being from the the united states. wonder where he got that from. please watch the video.
when theyâre not playing chel or, you know, going at it together, theyâre being horny in each otherâs instagram comments. thereâs honestly.... so many of these that i can include but weâre just gonna go with my favourites.
when i say i think about this comment on a picture of morgan with isaac ratcliffe, a fellow flyers prospect on a daily basis, i mean it. iâll be just doing my thing, minding my own business, and MORGAN MAKES ME VENMO HIM JUST TO TALK will pop into my head, completely uninvited. king shit for morgan to do and king shit for joel to admit on social media for the world to see, but joel admitting things he maybe shouldnât is a running theme.Â
cool. TOTALLY not flirting or anything.
joel. also both their exhibitionist streaks should be explored in fic more i am JUST sayin.
ok but bee you were lookin. like you can chirp but you were lookin, donât lie.Â
when ur in love with ur roommate but ur both hockey players so u can only communicate that love via chirping when heâs with the boys :(
whatâs it called when you vibe really well with someone and also live with them and also comment on their shirtlessness and also maybe kiss them on the mouth a little? d... da... dating?? canât be it.
morgan is a little more composed in the comments and mostly just posts inside jokes i cannot comprehend, or compliments. itâs still cute.
this was on a playoffs pic where joelâs wearing #28 love 2 see it love a supportive boyf always
this one was of joel with a fish he caught and iâm sorry but i did not want it on my phone.
but morgan canât hide his affection for long. (me, in the distance: TWENTY EIGHT TWENTY EIGHT TWENTY EIGHT!!!!!!!)
thereâs more comments but theyâre boring and this is long, mostly joel chirping morgan for wearing baseball or football stuff. however! they are also on twitter where they keep each other humble after incredible goals, like bros do,
this is DEFINITELY flirting. like, blatant. itâs like that kind of flirting when youâre thirteen and you donât know what to do with your body so you just kinda steal your crushâs stuff or insult them because all attention is good attention, right??
but when push comes to shove, beezy is always gonna look out for his boy (because they are in love):
some important pictures of them together, for your pleasure:Â
this is so DUMB and i love it
friends supporting friends!!!
this is them meeting their hockey dads :) so cute :) joel is promising g that heâll have morgan back by ten yessir he will be respectful of boundaries and curfew. jake is high fiving morgan on getting some. this is facts i just call em like i see em.
and finally!
is this allowed????? is this allowed???? itâs hard to tell but iâm pretty sure thatâs joel on his knees for in front of morgan and i just??? how is that allowed???? itâs been five days and this picture has RUINED me. someone write me an essay to have on my desk by morning, stat.
also v unrelated but here is a video of morgan frost reading, proving heâs the smart one in the relationship. thatâs not saying much but, hey! at least thereâs proof he can read.
obviously different ships capture people in different ways but thereâs something about them to me, personally, that is just so captivating. thereâs a lot of potential for different fic vibes, and joel in particular always has a really fun voice to read (and also to write). they definitely have chemistry, theyâre pitted against each other so thereâs a good-natured rivalry going on, CLOTHES SHARING AND HERITAGE SOULMATE NUMBERS, and, like, they just genuinely seem to enjoy each other. someone PLEASE write more fic for them or by god iâll have to do it myself.
ok thatâs everything for now, i believe. theyâre in love and donât care who knows it and iâm obsessed. (however, iâm also obsessed with joel farabee and andrei svechnikov together, for which i have a one-picture argument for here.)
(p.s. anything not linked i screenshotted myself thank youuu for reading have a good day and remember: morgan makes joel vemno him just to talk đ)
edit: hello. i wrote this on election night as a way to take off the edge of my nerves and it is not as funny or screechy as i wanted it to be so iâm going to add some now. Â
#this is a mess but idec#joel farabee#morgan frost#flyers#hockey#hockey bros#farabeefrost#frostbee#idk which one#:)#i should be writing#long post#masterpost#primer#i blame meghan and la entirely
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January 20, 2021 - DSMP
Here is my review of what happened on todayâs stream! Keep in mind that I was only watching Tommyâs POV, but will be analyzing any other viewpoints that I come across (Mainly Tubboâs)
Iâm going to be honest with everyone, I was unsure as to whether not any of our boys would make it out alive. I went into the stream preparing the worst.
Tommy and Tubbo talking each other up, preparing to leave made me feel all kinds of thing. Like I stated earlier, I was prepared for the two to end their adventure today. I vibed with them when they walked down the prime path, and froze up when I saw the first person in line. Iâm not ashamed to say that I nearly sobbed when I saw everyone line up to say their goodbyes to the boys (Iâm sensitive, shut up).Â
The way Sam kept giving them stuff??? Loved that
The way Tommy and Quackityâs voices quivered when they spoke to each other? Punch to the heart?
Tommy telling Eret that she was always the true king??? YES!!! POP OFF!!!
The entire trip to where Dream was both made me happy and broke my heart. Here, we saw these boys, children forced to grow up quickly to be used by those they trusted, do their best to be kids for a moment. They were kids for, what they believed, could be the last time. They had their serious moments where Tommy kept reminding Tubbo that it was okay to not feel okay about the situation. Where Tommy didnât want Tubbo to hide his inner thoughts from him just to try and make him feel better. The moment that they watched the sun together made me all sentimental and shit. Tommy preparing to die and have Tubbo leave and tell his story broke me.Â
âWhy did you tell me to bring Tubbo?â
âBecause, itâs always been you and Tubbo against me, remember? Ever since the beginning, Tommy and Tubbo against Dreamâ (paraphrasing)
I actually got hyped up when Tommy got the disc. It reminded me of Tommyâs clutch the time he dropped the disc down to Tubbo and knocked Dream off the tower using only planks. I had let my hope for them grow. And then I had my heart broken.
Dream using Tubbo against Tommy was something that I expected would happen, but I still wasnât prepared for it to actually happen. I donât think Iâll easily forget about how Tommy gave up the disc to Dream, even when Tubbo begged for Tommy to keep the disc and go. My heart nearly dropped to my stomach when I saw Dream break that first dirt block. It dropped when he told the boys to put their armor in the hole.Â
I have to admit, I was kinda confused that the homeless man had an evil lair and not a home, but pop off I guess??? The elevator was pretty cool, ngl
When I saw the two discs on the floor, I thought, âBitch, you better be polishing this fucking floor every 30 minutes. Disrespect Nicki Minaj? What?â My second thought was, âwhy tf did you make two giant ass shrines for these discs??? Didnât even center them, wtf dude.â
When Dream was monologuing and showing off the stolen goods and pets (and Skeppy) he stole from everyone, I knew he was on something. Him calling Tommy the key confirmed that Dream was overthinking everything and seeing things in places they didnât belong. Did Tommy initially bring these bonds? Bring all the things Dream said he did? Yeah, Iâll admit it, he did. But it was the people in the server that kept that going, kept it alive. If not Tommy, someone else would have started that chain. The way Tommy look horrified and uttered with a horrific tone, âhow do you not hurt?â when Dream mentioned how he cut off all his attachments was hnnnnnnnn
Tubbo actively trying to protect Tommy from going to prison while Tommy was actively trying to protect Tubbo from permanently dying was-
Man
Man, that broke my heart.
âYou wanna be the hero of this server? Every hero has an origin story. Batman had his parents, Spider-Man had Uncle Ben. You have Tubbo.â
The look of complete horror/terror that came across Tommyâs face the instant those words were spoken. He genuinely looked scared. He kept trying to defend Tubbo, despite Dream repeating how defenseless Tommy was against him. Dream telling the boys to say their good byes hurt me in more ways that I can describe. Tommy was panicking, actively trying to come up with ways to get Tubbo out of there, no matter the cost or price that he had to pay. Tubbo telling him that it was okay, everything would be okay, he would be okay. The way Tommy was desperate to hold onto his best friend, his Tubbo, whilst saying, âYou canât be okay with this! Why are you okay with this?â
My heart nearly stopped for a second the moment Tubbo said âgoodbye, Tommyâ
My mind flashed back to Tubbo saying those exact words whilst exiling Tommy, his best friend, for the sake of everyone being safe. Now, here he was again, saying those exact words to the exact same person. The only difference? He wasnât sacrificing his best friend for the sake of everyone and Dream. No, he was sacrificing himself for the sake of his best friend, his only true friend, Tommy.Â
âGet away from themâ
âPunz?â
âIâm sorry Dream, but you should have paid me more.â
Literal chills. I cannot. Itâs the âOn your leftâ of the DSMP. The way everyone came through the portal to line up against this tyrant that manipulated them all. The way I imagined everyone coming through to see this decked out dude with a god complex about to murder a bloody and bruised child, said childâs best friend (also bloody and bruised) was watching, begging to have his friend spared. Imagining how they saw the tear streaks down the boysâ messed up faces as they accepted their fates. As they saw their fear turn to hope as Tommy got Tubbo behind them for safety. How Tommy entrusted them to keep Tubbo safe. How they all came, decked out, to defend these two children.Â
How Quackity came in nothing but his yeezys because he just fucking knew that Dream wouldnât put up a fight. The way Dream was so confident that he had power over everyone because he rid himself of his bonds towards objects and friends, only for that to be his downfall. The way Sapnap, Dreamâs old friend, his buddy, was the one to give Tommy the pickaxe. The way Puffy was there to protect the two boys she renounced his duckling title for (and the nation).
The way Tommy dug a hole, without any protection or weapons, and had Dream throw his stuff in. The way he didnât blow any of Dreams shit up, like he had happen to himself, and, instead, used Dreamâs things to protect Tubbo and everyone else. The way Tommy took away Dreamâs first two lives, paralleling the times Dream took Tommyâs two lives. The way Tommy boxed him in, like Tubbo was at the festival, and the way Tubbo held a bow to Dream. The way Tommy screamed at Dream to tell everyone what he had done. How Dream was the one to blow up the community house. How Dream tormented the poor boy in exile. The way Tommy didnât spare him because he liked him, or wanted to play mind games with him. No, Tommy spared him because he had a chance to get his brother back, his family.Â
âLetâs make Wilbur proud. SUCK IT GREEN BOY!!!!â
âSUCK IT GREEN BOY!!!!â
The way the boys sincerely thanked everyone for showing up, fully knowing that they didnât have to do shit. The way that Tommy said to go to Tubboâs vc, obviously warming Tubboâs heart. The way they made it to bench, and finally had a chance to breathe. How they could sit their, listen to their discs, and be kids again. No wars, no going against Dream, nothing. They could just be Tommy and Tubbo, like itâs always been since the beginning.Â
Then Wilbur fishfucking Soot had to crash the moment like the older brother he was, lmaooooo.Â
âYou didnât dieâ
âGhostbur?â
âIâm not Ghostbur.â
I sucked in a breath, not knowing how the interaction was going to go. Was Wilbur still in the mindset he was whilst blowing up the nation he and his younger brother created? Was he in a mindset before that? Was he sane?Â
I must admit, their bickering match, along with Tubboâs dancing, made me realize how much I missed their dynamic. I realized how much I missed Wilbur being in the picture. (Tommy whispering to Tubbo how he liked Ghostbur was hilarious)
Wilbur complaining about being stuck with Schlatt in the afterlife was hilarious. Wilbur admitting that he was preparing, waiting, for Tommy, his younger brother, to join him in the afterlife had me gripping my plushies. Wilbur telling Tommy that heâs proud of him put a sledgehammer into my fragile dam.Â
âIâll see you soon.â
âYeah, Iâll see you soon.â
THEY. ARE. BROTHERS!!!!
It was just so refreshing to see these two get the happy ending they deserved in this arc. The pain and suffering these two children went through at the expense of others, how they were forced to grow up quickly because of their situations, all of that was finally pushed towards the path of recovery. And although theyâve been through hell and back, itâs still them. Although the future will be hard for them, throwing more trials and difficult choices, they know that theyâll make it out, because that how itâs always been. And if their strengthen bond after today can tell them anything, itâs that itâll always be like that.
Itâs always been Tommy and Tubbo.
What I want/what I predict
FOR GEORGE TO BE AWAKE FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS
Everyone complimenting Niki on her new fit better fucking happen, I will manifest it
Dream will use his favor from Techno to break out of prison
Connor playing a bigger role in the SMP
Foolish revealing that they donât need Dream alive (hopefully)
Ghostbur to say a proper goodbye before Wilbur is revived
GLATT
GLATTBUR
SBI reunion with every alive for more than five fucking minutes
Wilbur ignoring his dad Phil and zooming over to little brother Tommy so that he can hug him and tell him that heâs safe now and that heâs so proud of him
THERAPY ARC!!!! FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYONE LOVELY, PLEASE
JUST GET EVERYONE INSIDE THE THERAPY GROUP SECTION AND TALK ABOUT THEIR TRAUMA AND FEELINGS SO THEY CAN ALL CLEAR UP THEIR MISUNDERSTANDINGS!!!!!
The egg will start to negatively affect people, causing those not affected to fear for their home and friends
SBI + TUBBO AND RANBOO VS EGGPIRE????? POG?????
Tubbo nuking Lâmanhole to get rid of the spreading red
Techno/Phil to come to an understanding with Tommy; vice versa
Those unaffected teaming up to safe those affected
Someone (preferably Ranboo) unintentionally activating the End Portal lmao
The rest of the SBI + Tubbo saving Tommy from being murdered by Jack and Niki
Jack and Niki learning that killing the child is not the fucking answer to their problems (If it didnât work for William Afton, it won't work for yâall. Stop trying to be the man behind the slaughter)
Techno and Tommy rebuilding their trust and friendship with each other
Tommy giving Techno the Axe of Peace
Sam being influenced by the egg and becomes corrupted
Ranboo being free??? Pog???? Pog
Puffy and Niki having a one-to-one conversation about their personal opinions and goals
Puffy visiting Dream whilst he sits in his cell
Skeppy and Bad to be okay again :(
Everyone infected to be okay again :(
Tommy bonding with Eret
Big Q continuing to hold Clingy Duo close to him
Schlatt coming back but instead of trying to run for president and mess with everyone, heâs just everyoneâs drunk uncle that somehow gives wise advice to every situation
Wilbur coming back but heâs that angry older cousin that only allows the favorite family members(Tommy)/friends to stay in his roomÂ
GIVE ME MEXICAN DREAM AND GIRL DREAM!!! ONLY HETERO RELATIONSHIP I SEE THAT IS BEYOND POGGERS
Lani and Drista to make a comeback at the same time
Tommy meeting more family members
The kids being able to be kids
Lani selling yeezy
Drista w/ bedrock
Drista laughing at Dreamâs imprisonment
Everyone finding peace within each otherâs chaos and living in harmony
#dream smp#dreamsmp#/dsmp#/rp#tommyinnit#tubbo#dream#sapnap#georgenotfound#technoblade#philza minecraft#Wilbur Soot#sbi#sleepy bois inc#sleepyboisinc#captain puffy#niki nihachu#ranboo#awesomedude#punz#badboyhalo#skeppy#connoreatspants#jack manifold#foolish#drista#lanusky#lani#tubblings#quackity
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Our baby going to prom prompt with jordan baker please đĽşđĽş
From this prompt list
so I feel like his first born would be a little girl (which he predicted but initially wanted a couple of boys first...typical I know)
heâs extremely protective over his baby girl okay it doesnât matter how old she gets heâs still gonna be that dad
Has a loving/goofy relationship with her, something he picked up from his own dad but heâs only serious when he feels like he needs to be
Chose her middle name since he wanted her first name to be âoliveâ but you werenât having it. He tried to be creative by relating it to his twin but Olivia also agreed that the name kinda sucked but to compromise with Jordan you allowed it to be her middle name
he calls her âollyâ instead of her first name
He wanted to be very active in this whole process while you were more easy-going about the whole ordeal but also just as excited as your little girl once the date started approaching
âThey think theyâre all cool now but wait until they see you in your dress, I bet $20 bucks theyâll be bawling like a baby.â Jordan whispered to your daughter who bumped her dadâs shoulder laughing with a shake of her head
âI can hear you, you know.â
âDo you have ears on the back of your head too?â
Jordan was very vocal about your daughterâs dress choices, giving his input of what he liked and what he didnât like
âHoney, that compliments your skin so nicely but letâs talk about that neckline and one of your thighs is peeking out...â
Sure he might not agree with certain lengths or what was being shown but if it was something you really wanted heâd cave.
Anything for his little girl
âIâm gonna go broke before sheâs married.â Jordan grumbled as the assistant carefully handled the dress
You laughed with your arms wrapped around Jordanâs waist, âyou havenât seen nothing yet. Ask my dad how much he paid for my wedding attire.â
Jordan threw his head back, âoh god!â
âThanks dad!â Your daughter giggled running up to the both of you to wrap her arms around the pair to add to the embrace
âYouâre welcome, little stinker.â
You did everything else far as the glitz and glamour bonding with your daughter and getting the latest teen gossip as always + some more info on your daughters prom date
Youâve already met the kid once or twice at the school and he was a nice kid as far as you were concerned
âYeah he better be or Iâll have to call in some reinforcements to help get rid of the body.â Jordan huffed the night before prom as you lay in bed beside each other
âI donât know about all that with the way your back is set up...âyou laughed at the appalled look Your husband sent you
âI sure havenât heard any complaints from you.â He argued as you entangled your legs together making Jordan flinch after he peeled his glasses off to lay on his nightstand, âalways cold, arenât you?â
âwarm me up then.â
Jordan smirked as he lowered himself into the bed palming your cheek, âlike I said, no complaints.â
The girls were upstairs as their dates waited outside in front of the house
Most of the parents were inside chatting away as you waited for the girls...well one out of the friend group was non-binary something Jordan was still trying to figure out but was still respectful towards the friend
they all took their time but it was common for your daughter to be dramatic she was into theatre after all
you had Olivia recording on the camcorder and Spencer on his cellphone to send the videos to all the friends and family that couldnât be here
While you were acting like paparazzi getting all the angles of your daughter and then her friends then all together
âwe can always count on you to make us look the best.â Your daughter said as you got up from the floor
You fixed your daughterâs hair after her poses, âyouâre always stunning without even trying, my baby.â
Your daughter blew a raspberry until she noticed tears swimming in your eyes
âI mean she looks just like me so of course itâs effortless.â Jordan tossed an arm over your shoulders earning a laugh from some parents who listened in while they attended to their own children
Your daughter rolled her eyes, âI have the most extra parents.â
âOh nooo, What gave that idea away?â Aunt Olivia sarcastically asked
Uncle Spencer added, âwas it parent one trying to do parkour to get pictures or your dad threatening your date in the shed with his hardware tools?â
Your daughter whipped around to face Jordan along with your raised brow, âDad, you didnât.â
âI had to set some boundaries!! even the nerdy ones arenât what theyâve seem. Iâve seen some tik toks you know?â ďżźJordan defended while you placed a smile on your face bringing your daughter into your arms as you hid your sniffles
Your daughter and Jordan shared a glance
âIâll give you $20 the day after tomorrow.â Your daughter tried to mouth
Jordan turned his eyes into slits, âwhat?â
Your daughter slapped one hand against her head before pulling back to smooth down your hair for reassurance
âYou gonna be okay?â
âStop growing! Iâll be fine! Letâs get some pictures of all of you with your dates before we send you off to live your lives!â You sighed waving everyone outside
âItâs just prom Mrs/Mr. Baker!â One of your daughters friendâs attempted to make you feel better
While their parent replied, âyeah but to us itâs like youâre already entering adulthood.â
The kids all groaned as they tracked down the steps to meet their dates who expressed how they liked their âfitsâ
All the parents snapped away and wishing them all to have fun
The parents thanked you for the hospitality and the wine/beer before taking their leaves promising to chat about the kids drama later on in the week
You were in full on tears ten minutes after watching your daughter ride off in the limo with Jordan cradling your head to his chest
Olivia and Spencer were completely confused
âIs this normal?â Olivia asked getting comfortable on the couch
Jordan patted your head, âI knew it was coming.â
âShut up, mr. Iâll get rid of the body myself if I have to.â But it came out a lot less clear to Olivia and Spencer but Jordan understood your crying fits oddly
Olivia turned to Spencer who rested his hand against her knee
âYou ready for kids?â
Olivia widened her eyes as you let out another dramatic sob and blew your nose against Jordanâs shirt who bit back a laugh, secretly making fun of you, which means this must have been love âcause high school Jordan would have thrown a fit if his significant other was using his shirt to deal with their emotions rn
âI think I can wait another year.â Olivia answered
Spencer eyed his in-laws over his shoulder as Jordan brought you over to the center of the living room to grab the baby book but decided to put it back down, âwant to play ollyâs favorite game: twister?â
âHer favorite game isnât twister thatâs mine! She loves charades.â
âOh yeah,â Jordanâs mind went elsewhere before shaking those thoughts away, â...What about Jenga?â
âWhat about jenga?â You mocked, ânext youâll say itâs operation.â
Olivia didnât want to interject and say it was actually âclueâ so she watched the usual banter between the two parents glancing over at Spencer awaiting his answer
âYeaaah Iâm cool on that. Waiting a year sounds good to me.â He agreed watching as you pointed a finger into Jordanâs chest who scoffed at you and crossed his arms ďżź
A/N: This was too cute/fun to write!! Thanks for requesting! we love dad Jordan! Why do I see him driving a dad car during the week like a Subaru and then bringing out the expensive cars on the weekend with his baby girl in the passenger seat screaming along to prince and new edition songs. Just imagine billy in the backseat along for the ride too. Woooow! The ideas. I love domestic fluff so much đŠđ
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Pros and Cons
A/n: im sorry it took so long for me to do this bb! This is for @poeticallyspaghettiâ you've done so much for me lately. you were there for me when no one else was. I love you and I hope you like this! I also canât wait for our collab together
Look out for Checkmate on both of our accounts!
(not thoroughly edited)
Member: Bangchan ft. 3RACHA, Jae & Dowoon of Day6
Word Count: 20.2k
Warnings: POV switching, censored cursing, mentions of theft, slight violence, mentions of the mob, sensual themes?
Summary: Y/n L/n has lived her whole life locked up in a fancy penthouse. Chan has spent his whole life living one adventure from the next. When fate brings them together by accident Chan takes on the task of whisking her away from her seemingly perfect life, but little do the both of them know bigger problems arise forcing them on the run.
Genre: Con-artist au!, romance, scammer!au, Non-idol!au, comedy, a little bit of angst?
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Y/nâs POV
The sound of violins floated across the grand foyer of my parents' penthouse. Well...my penthouse. Really, the presidential suite of the nicest hotel in Seoul. The older I got the more the luxurious mansion in the sky seemed like a prison instead of a palace. Once again my mother was throwing one of her high society parties. The parties were one of the few chances I got to actually interact with the outside world. My parents were convinced that I was some delicate flower that needed protection and isolation.
The closest I got to the outside world was the balcony in my room.
A man over half my age was talking to me about the stocks my father held in one of the many corporate companies in Seoul. âSo, it would mean a great deal to our organization if you could pass the word along to your father.â I nodded and downed the rest of my champagne. Now would have been a great time for friends to come in handy. But, there was no one but myself to save me from this dreadfully boring situation.
âExcuse me, sir,â
The man nodded graciously and let me walk away, my heels clicking across the polished wood floors. A hand grabbed my elbow, yanking me in the opposite direction my feet were moving. âY/n would you be a dear and go talk to the Minister of Educationâs daughter.â My motherâs voice nagged in my ear. Her smile was basically permanently plastered on her painted face. âThe two of you would be terrific friends. Also, your father needs more pull in the Cabinet.â
My eyebrow rose as I looked across the room to the Ministerâs daughter. âMother she is eight.â
âYes and?â
âCanât I have friends my own age?â
âYes. When both your father and I are dead. We canât have you hanging around boys and other bad influences. You could ruin your fatherâs reputation.â She then took my wrist and spun me around taking in every single inch and fiber of my being. âDarling, who dressed you? You look thoroughly underwhelming.â I rolled my eyes as she started unlatching the heavy and bling filled diamond necklace from her neck.
âMom-â
âDonât fuss. Photographers are here tonight.â
My chest instantly gained a little under a pound as the close to twenty-thousand dollar necklace was clasped onto my neck by my controlling mother. After it was safely secured on my neck, my mother pushed me in the direction of the little eight-year-old girl snacking on hour devours. âHi, youâre Jisoo- right?â
I sighed and prepared to sit next to this tiny little girl for the rest of the evening.
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Bang Chanâs POV
Several shouts could be heard behind me as I raced down the hall of the hotel. I canât believe some people live here permanently. My fingers hurriedly started unbuttoning the black button-down I used to pass off as a waiter. The staff's hall was practically empty as I walked through and tossed the button down onto a laundry cart. I shivered feeling the cold air on my arms.Â
My hands latched onto the black backpack I stashed behind a potted plant. I pulled out my flannel and threw it on over my tank top. âThere he is!â A quick glance behind me showed three overly buff goons chasing after me. Maybe swiping that dudeâs watch was not the best idea. But this was easily like $3,000. He didnât need it given what I heard the waiter saying his meal cost. âYou wonât get away with this!â
âYeah, thatâs what you think,â I whispered, shoving the watch in my pocket. Maybe I should stick to cons and leave the pickpocketing to Jisung. The one time I try and pickpocket I get caught. My pace quickly turned into a run and burst through the nearest door.Â
Smells of gourmet food flooded my senses as I weaved through the kitchen. âWhere is he?â I pushed passed another waiter, shoving the backpack over my shoulder. Please tell me there is a back door somewhere. My eyes frantically searched for an escape.Â
âHa! Score!â
An old dumbwaiter came into my sights. Most hotels had them but didnât use the mechanisms anymore. I opened the door and climbed in slamming the up button before closing myself inside. It was close to one a.m so hopefully, the guest in whatever room I ended up in was asleep.Â
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Y/nâs POV
The party was wrapping up as I trudged down the hall. I had spent the past several hours talking about cartoons and other childlike things with Jisoo. The sound of mt parents talking with some final guests could be heard behind me. A random staff from the hotel walked passed me as my feet carried me down the hall. The hotel usually lent staff to help with our parties.
My tired body pushed the door to my room open to be greeted by the dark and looming space. Moonlight streamed through the patio door that led to my balcony. I kicked off the painful heels my mother forced me into and took out the tight pins and tie in my hair, walking over to the mirror. My hands shook out the tightness and threaded through my H/c strands.Â
A large thump had me turning to the far wall. My eyes searched the dark in panic. Blindly, my hands grabbed for an object behind me on my bureau. I looked to see a lamp in my grasp. Well, better than nothing.Â
âHello.....whoâs there?â
My eyes picked up on a dark shadow standing up from the floor. My heart pounded against my chest. the shadowy figure hulked on the other side of my room, clearly looking around. âThe f***?â Â
âWho are you? Stay where you are.â The head turned at my words. I tried to steady my hands and voice; both were shaking. The figure inched closer and I raised the lamp over my head.Â
âOh sh**!âÂ
The figure made a break for the window and I tossed the lamp. The sound of it crashing against the wall filled the room. I grabbed a heavy candle on my dresser. My eyes searched the dark for his movement but the string of panicked curse words gave away the intruder.
âSUCK ON A EUCALYPTUS MINT CANDLE, YOU THIEF!!â
I heard a loud thud and the room was quiet. There was no movement. Inching forward I saw the body of a boy about my age slumped on the floor. The candle lay about a foot away from his head, the glass cracked. Cautiously, I nudged his shoulder with my foot. When he didnât stir I started to panic.
âOh crap. I killed a guy. Now, momâs never gonna let me leave the penthouse.â
A knock on my door sent me jumping out of my skin. âY/n? Y/n. Open this door. We heard a crash. Is everything okay? Y/n, open this door.â Smoothing down my hair, I rushed to the door and opened it enough to stick my face out. She studied my face and tried to look passed me. âY/n, what the hell is going on? You should be going to sleep soon.â
âIâm fine, mom. I just tripped and knocked over a lamp.âÂ
She rose a brow and folded her arms. âReally? It sounded like more than that.â
I kept my grip firm on the door, knowing she might try to push through. âYeah. Iâll leave it for Soonyoung to clean up in the morning. Iâm gonna shower and go to bed. Night Mother.â Before she could say anything else I slammed the door and locked it.Â
Okay. Dead body. In my room. What the heck do I do? Who do I call? I pulled out my phone and opened my contact list. Empty. Okay, so Iâm on my own. I paced the floor, staring at the boys with shaggy brown hair. On instinct, I lightly kicked his stomach and he let out a groan.Â
Okay, not dead. Good. Not dead. Bad for me. I dragged the chair from my vanity to the middle of the room and grabbed some pantyhose and scarves from my closet. It took all of my might to lift up the heavy boy into the chair. âGood grief. How much does this guy weigh?âÂ
With a final grunt, I threw him into the chair and started tying him up with the sheer tights. When I was finished I stuffed a scarf in his mouth and looked at my work. âWho is the fragile one now, huh Dad?â I said, hands on my hips. Another soft groan had me jumping across the room and grabbing the heaviest book near me.Â
There was no way I could just leave him here. There was also no way I was sleeping in this room tonight. So instead I grabbed a fluffy bean bag and dragged it in front of the chair. I was going to sit and watch this dummy intruder all night. Or....until he woke up.
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The sound of a muffled grunt sent me shooting out of the chair. I had fallen asleep while watching the thief. I readied my weapon: The Complete and Full Works of William Shakespeare. I had hurt many a toe dropping this thing.
The boy was looking around wildly before his dark eyes focused on me. âWho are you?â I asked, the heavy book ready to swing. He sighed and nodded his head before I realized what he was referring to. âOh...sorry.â He sighed when I took the scarf out of his mouth and stretched his neck.Â
âIâm Chris.â He replied in English. âDo you speak English?â He asked adjusting in his bonds. I scoffed and kept my Shakespeare weapon at the ready.Â
âYes, I do. But, you speak Korean. I heard you last night. Donât play with me.â
He sighed and hung his head. When he looked up I saw his stare flash to my neck. His eyes turned to saucers before coming back to my face. âAlright, alright. What do you want to know?â The boy, Chris, answered back in Korean. Slowly, I lowered the book and sat down on the bean bag.
âHow did you get into my room?â
âI climbed in the dumbwaiter and got off on a random floor.â
âWhy were you in the dumbwaiter?â
Chris looked around my room before turning back to me. âWould you believe me if I told you I had a crazy ex-girlfriend. Iâm sure youâve got a crazy ex or two. Iâd do anything to get away from her.â He shrugged his shoulders and plastered on a smile. The kind I had seen all the boys wear in movies. The kind that made your knees go weak. Â
âReally? An ex?â
âYeah.â I watched him gulp and look down at my necklace.Â
âIs there something wrong?â He shook his head and looked away, squinting.Â
âNo. Itâs just the sun is bouncing off the rocks on your neck. You trying to blind me or something?â I glanced down at the necklace my mom gave me last night. Then I turned to find the sun rising up above the Seoul skyline.Â
âYeah well....deal with it. You broke into my room.â
âBy accident! Look, Iâll be happily on my way if you would let me go. What is this- underwear?â He said struggling against his DIY restraints. Â
âPantyhose.â
My parents would be up soon. My father would be going into the office and my mother would be attending numerous social events to further my fatherâs reach in the political parties. Or shopping it was a 50/50. âWhat are you? Sixty?â I scoffed and shoved the scarf back in his mouth. âMMmrrpphphh.â
âYeah, no wisecracks now, huh?â
âNRRgghhrrgggg!â
âYou gonna behave, pretty boy?â
â.....Mmpph.â
Smirking I grabbed the scarf from his mouth and tossed it onto the bean bag. Chris shot me an annoyed glare. âSo, letâs say I believe this whole ex-girlfriend thing. Thereâs no way I can sneak you passed my parents. Even if they both left early the staff is coming up to clean. We had a sort of gala in honor of my father last night.â I started pacing the floor, the sunrise leaking into my room.
âOh, a âsort of galaâ. Unlike a full f***ing gala. Those are for royalty.â Chris mocked in a British accent.
âShut up.âÂ
He watched me pace the room and nervously tug at my messy hair. He sighed and hung his head, his chest resting against the tight make-shift bonds. âLook. As long as your parents leave, Iâm sure I can make something up with the staff. Then we can go our separate ways and you can go back to shopping in Gangnam or whatever it is girls like you do.â
âIâve never really been out of the penthouse...so I wouldnât know what girls like me do.â He blinked at my response.Â
âYouâve never left? Thatâs insane.â
âYou havenât met my parents.â
âI donât think I want to.â I saw his eyes flick back to the necklace and an idea popped in my head. My fingers dragged across the diamonds and I tried not to break a smile when his eyes widened ever so slightly.Â
âYou like this donât you?â
âI mean,â He shrugged, pursing his lips and looking out the huge door that led to my balcony. âItâs not bad. Iâve seen better.â I smirked and gently played with the necklace causing him to glance between me and the window.Â
âOh...I would agree. $20,000 is basically trash. Chump change really. They could have ripped me off for fake diamonds.â Chrisâs eyes bugged out of his head.
â$20,000?!âÂ
I rushed to cover his mouth, looking to the door. âShhh! My mother is a light sleeper.â After waiting a few moments I brought my hand away from his mouth. His eyes couldnât help but bulge out at the payday sitting inches away from him around my neck. And I knew it.
My fingers undid the clasp behind my neck and I dangled the necklace in front of his face. It was like dangling a carrot in front of a mule. The diamonds swung back and forth slightly, his eyes tracking every move.
âYou want it?â
All he did was gulp and look back up at me. He let out a heavy breath when I backed away still holding up the necklace. âWhatâs the catch?â He asked, still eyeing the diamonds.
âTake me with you. Get me out of here.âÂ
âWonât your parents notice your gone.â
âMy mother will miss these diamonds before sheâll miss me. And she wonât even notice theyâre gone until tomorrow. Sheâs got tons of these.â
Chris seemed to be thinking about the deal. I was finally getting my hopes up. I could maybe start a new life. Earn my own way. Have friends. Have freedom. âOkay, are we talking like get you out for the day...or...âget you outâ?â
âI canât stand being here anymore. Get me out. I can always come back if I want to.â
Chanâs eyes followed the bling as I swung it back and forth. âDeal. Untie me.â I dropped the necklace on my dresser and untied Chris from the chair. I saw him make a break for the dresser, but I beat him there, grabbing the necklace. âHey! Deal is a deal!â
âYou havenât gotten me out of here yet. You arenât getting this necklace until you completely finish the job. If you know what I mean. And I think you do.â Chan sighed and crossed his arms.
âSo you didnât believe the girlfriend story?â
âNot for one second.â
âDa**.â
âSorry, pretty boy.â
He backed away from me and shrugged. âOkay, princess. Change out of that freakshow dress and get ready to leave. Iâm gonna show you what the world really looks like.â A huge grin overtook my face.
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A few hours later I slipped out of my room and stuffed a backpack behind a plant near the door. First I had to sneak Chris passed the staff, then I was one step closer to freedom. Quietly, I snuck back into the room where Chris was lounging on my bed.
âI still donât know why you want to leave. This thing is the softest blanket Iâve ever felt.â
I scoffed and started grabbing a pair of jeans from my dresser. âYeah. I would trade freedom for those blankets and everything else in a heartbeat.â Chris sighed and started rummaging through my drawers. Probably looking for more stuff to steal or at least clues about my personality.Â
âIs it really that bad?â I nodded and grabbed my favorite shirt and a jacket from my closet. After closing the bathroom door I started to change. âThey donât let you have any friends?âChris called through the door.Â
âI mean, Dowoon and Jae. But, they work for my father. Jae has always been...nice to me. But, my father hardly ever leaves them alone with me.â
A smile twitched on my lips thinking about Jae. He had been working for my father as a PA for almost five years. I had always had a big crush on him, but I could never know if he liked me back. He was always a stickler for my dadâs rules.Â
âYou ready?â Chris asked as I exited the bathroom fully changed. With a nod, the two of us headed towards my bedroom door. Cracking it open I verified that the hallway was clear. âOkay letâs blow this popsicle stand,â Chris said as I motioned for him to follow.Â
The staff seemed to be minding their own business in other rooms of the penthouse. Chris carefully followed me into the living room, quietly marveling at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. My ears picked up on the front door opening. âGet down!â I whispered.
âWhere am I supposed to hide? Everything is out in the open?â
âI donât know just get down!â
Finally, I shoved him behind a white couch and sat on the arm just as a pair of leather shoes rounded the corner. A nervous smile graced my lips seeing who it was. âY/n? What are you doing out here?â Jae asked. He looked insanely good standing in the pressed black Italian suit. It hugged his lean figure in all the right ways.Â
âUhhhh, Jae? I..uuh-..wanted some air?â I said the first thing that came to mind, instantly regretting it. I heard a groan come from Chris so I carefully kicked my leg behind me to keep him quiet.
âMiss, you have a balcony...â
âYeah well, the air in here is better than in my room?â Come on Jae, just buy it.Â
âMiss, the hallway air is exactly the same as the purified ultraviolet filtered air in your suite. Is the filter broken? Should I check on it?âÂ
He started advancing towards me but I pressed my hands against his chest stopping him from moving past the couch. My eye darted over to Chan who was quietly watching the whole scene from his hiding spot. âUh..no! Umm....I just...heard you come in and....wanted to see you...âÂ
My voice trailed off at the last part and I looked up to see a light dust on Jaeâs cheeks. âYou wanted to see...me?â Jaeâs voice was soft and he chuckled before looking around the room. I saw a thought flash through his mind before he backed away running a hand through his blonde hair. âWell- uh...your father forgot some papers for a deal with China and asked me to come get them.âÂ
I nodded and shoved my hands in my pockets. This was usually how most encounters with Jae went. Hopefully, he didnât suspect anything. âOh...okay. Do you know if heâs gonna be home for dinner.â
Jae shrugged and gave me a smile that screamed pity. âSorry, I donât know.â Jae turned around and headed for my fatherâs office. A few minutes later he came back out a file in hand as well as a briefcase. Jae gave me another smile sending heat to my cheeks and butterflies to my stomach as he existed the penthouse.
The second the front door closed, Chris shot up from his hiding place. âSo....you like that guy or something?â He said dusting himself off. I shrugged and stood back up. A hand to my cheek told me my skin was still hot.Â
âOh...that was just Jae. I told you about him earlier.â
âJae......?â
âYes, Jae.â I couldnât help the smile on my face when I said his name. Chris scoffed behind me as I grabbed the backpack I stashed. I glanced back as the two of us walked out the front door and into the hall. âWhatâs with the attitude?â
âNothing. Itâs just I thought you would have better taste.â
âWhat?â
âPlease. Heâs just some pretty boy with skinny chicken legs in a nice suit,â Chris took the lead, as we approached the elevator. He pressed the button for the basement and turned back to me with a smirk. âNo muscle on him at all.âÂ
âOkay, pretty boy. Whatever you say.â Before Chris could make a retort the elevator doors opened and we entered, leaving him fuming. We rode the first two floors in silence. Then Chris opened his mouth.
âYou know your little boyfriend was packinâ right?â My eyes went wide and I felt another blush rise to my cheeks. I tried to keep my stare forward. Chris chuckled at my expression.
âHeâs not my.....-what do you mean- HOW WOULD YOU KNOW, YOU PERVERT?âÂ
Chan smirked and rolled his eyes. âNo. I mean, your little chicken boy- he had a gun on him. I donât know any personal assistant who carries thatâs all.â Jae had a gun? He was with my father twenty-four seven. Maybe Dad wanted extra protection?
âSo, why are we going to the basement?â I asked changing the subject.
Chris handed me a black cap from his bag. âWe canât just go out the lobby doors. Your a chaebolâs daughter. Weâre gonna go out the loading dock. Iâve got some friends Itaewon that can maybe help you out.â Nodding, I put the hat on and sighed when I had to tighten it. Before the door opened Chris shoved the brim down over my face and threw an arm over my shoulder. âPretend to talk about something that pissed you off.â
The doors opened and a couple of busboys stood in front of us. They looked the both of us up and down and then up to me when I started to speak to Chris. âSo, this random girl jumps in front of me and steals my cab. Like who the hell does that? I was already late for work and I literally heard her tell the guy to take her uptown. No one works uptown!â Chris smirked and pulled me closer as we walked past the busboys.Â
âThat sucks, babe.âÂ
âI know! I was fired for being late. That freaking hag in 705 reported me for being late to clean!â Chris glanced back and then dropped his arm from my shoulder. âGood job, princess. Letâs bounce. The train for Itaewon leaves in fifteen minutes.âÂ
âIsnât Itaewon....â
âYeah. Donât worry youâll love it. Jisung does anyway.âÂ
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Bang Chanâs POV
Y/n sat next to me, backpack in her lap. The boys were probably chilling at my place waiting for me so I knew where I could find them. The train doors opened and I motioned for Y/n to get off. She followed me out into the streets of Itaewon. A couple girls at the station called out to me and even to Y/n. She smiled at them, but I pulled her to my side.Â
âDonât talk to them.â
âWhat, why? I was just being nice.â
âJust keep walking and stay close to me. Youâre practically a walking dollar sign.â She shrugged and walked closer to me. No way was I gonna let someone else scam my prize. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Y/n pull out her phone. She called out when I grabbed it.
âHey, give that back!â
âWeâve gotta scrap it. Parents like yours are bound to have put a tracker on this.â She quieted and let me search through her phone. Sure enough, a quick search through it showed a program embedded into the software. It would take way too long to remove it. My eyes scanned the street we were on and landed on a pair of girls on the street corner.Â
Y/n followed me as I walked towards them. âHey!â Their heads turned and they stood up a little straighter. Their painted lips turned upwards into a smile. âYou girls work for Yeji?â One girl nodded and crossed her arms. âTell her I said hi. Also, here take this. Give it to one of her rookies.â
âAnd who should I say sent the message,â the girl with pink hair inquired, twirling a strand around her finger. The other pocketed the phone.
âTell her Bangchan sent it.â The girl nodded and motioned the girl in the opposite direction. âOkay, princess letâs go.â Taking her arm I led her towards the burrows of Itaewon.Â
âWho were those girls?â Y/n asked. I ran a hand through my hair as we walked through the streets. I was hoping Y/n didnât look too out of place. Hopefully, Changbin would have some clothes that might fit her. He was small enough.Â
âWell letâs just say Yeji provides girls to people seeking private entertainment.â
âOh.âÂ
âYeah. Thatâll be fun for your mom to find.â I heard Y/n laugh behind me. âYou think thatâs funny?â I asked confused. She shrugged and looked around her. She seemed fascinated by everything around her. It was almost endearing.Â
âI think anyone would think thatâs funny.â
âJisung is gonna looooove you.â
A few blocks later we stood in front of a two-story brick building with trees that hid most of the house, and what wasnât hidden was fenced in by a wall. âYouâre a pretty private person, arenât you.â
âYeah. Congratulations you are officially the fourth person to know this location.â
I opened the gate door and closed it behind us before walking up to my front door. My fingers quickly entered the key code and the security system beeped letting me know the door unlocked. âDADDYâS HOOOMMMEEE!â Someone screamed inside.
âWho the heck is that?â
âThatâs Jisung. Try not to touch him. He may or may not have fleas.â
She chuckled and walked through the door. Jisung lounged across my couch and raised his arms when he saw me. âChan! Channie! Whatâs up, dude? Where have you been?â I threw my backpack on the couch and motioned to Y/n behind me.Â
âGot a little held up.â Jisungâs eyes went wide as Y/n rounded the corner. He stood up and brushed off what seemed to be Cheeto dust from his jeans.
âHyung, whoâs the chick with the great ass?âÂ
Jisung started walking towards her but I grabbed the back of his collar pulling him back in front of me. âSheâs a payday.â His eyes widened and that mischievous grin lit up his eyes.Â
âSHEâS GOT CAKE AND CASH!â
âShhhhh!â
âMy type of woman.â
I rolled my eyes as Jisung continued to ogle Y/nâs backside as she looked around. âWhereâs Bin?â Jisung shrugged, his focus still on Y/n. âHey! Can you not? Look sheâs got a huge payday and I might split it with you.â That perked his attention.
â50/50?â
âTry 90/10.â
â60/40?â
â80/20.â
â85/15!â
I paused. âYeah sure. Iâll split it 85/15. You drive a hard bargain.â Jisung laughed and shook my hand. His blonde hair bounced as he went over to Y/n. I climbed the stairs in search of Changbin. âYo, Bin! You up here? Iâve got a favor I need.âÂ
Changbin was indeed upstairs. He was hidden behind multiple computers, typing away at lightspeed. The office door was open allowing me to see him. At my voice, he peeked out from behind the monitors and then returned behind his technological shields. âChan Iâve done enough favors for you. Remember Gangnam?â
âYes. I do. And that was very generous of you to help.
âNo âandsâ. No more favors.â
â1,000 bucks?â
âSold. What am I doing?â
I laughed and sat at the edge of the desk. âYO, JISUNG! GET UP HERE!â Changbin shook his head and continued working on his previous project while Jisung took his sweet time climbing the stairs.âCan you find someone just off a first name?â I asked Bin, as Jisung walked in.Â
âI can find someone off the first letter of a nickname.â
âSearch for âY/nâ.â I turned to Jisung. âSo, what did she tell you?â He shrugged and picked up a random half made device on the desk.Â
âPut it back,â Changbin said without looking away from the screen.
âNot much. She just told me you were helping her get away from her parents.â Jisung drummed his fingers on his thigh. The boy had enough energy to power half of Seoul. âSo how big are we talking about?â Jisung questioned, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.Â
âFound her,â Changbin said, leaning back in his chair. âThis better not be your favor.â
âAlready?â
âHer name popped up in a google search along with a picture.â Jisung and I both moved to peer over Changbinâs shoulder. He was right. The screen showed a picture of Y/n in a very nice dress standing next to a very powerful looking man. A man I recognized. My eyes widened as I saw her full name listed under the photo. Y/n L/n.Â
âOh, f***...â
âWhat? She's loaded.â Jisung said next to me. He took the mouse and clicked on images. He scrolled through all the photos of her at high society parties. âDa**. She is one hot chick.â
âNo, idiot. Look at her dad.â Turning I saw Jisungâs face pale.Â
âDude, we are so f***ing dead.â
â
*Later That Same Night*
Jaeâs POV
I stood hands clasped in front of me as I stood off to the side in the L/n dining room. Dowoon stood next to me. We listened to the soft clink of silverware against china as Mr. L/n and Mrs. L/n ate their dinner. âHave you seen Y/n today, honey?â Mr. L/n asked his wife.
She shrugged and continued to daintily eat her food. If I knew anything about her she would be throwing it back up within the next two hours. She was obsessed with image. It made me sick how she always had to control everything. Even Y/n.Â
âNo. I havenât. I was out all day. Sheâs probably still sulking in her room like always.â I tried to hide the frown on my face, but Mr. L/n saw it.Â
âJae. Have you seen my daughter?â
I cleared my throat and glanced at Dowoon. âYes sir. I saw Y/n-Miss Y/n earlier this morning. She seemed a little off-put.â Mr. L/n sighed and rubbed his temples.Â
âDowoon, please go check on my daughter. Iâd like to speak to her.âÂ
Dowoon nodded and bowed to both the lady and the boss. Without a word he left the dining room and headed down the hall to Y/nâs room. I drummed my fingers against my hand. I hoped Y/n was feeling better. She was acting a little weird this morning. I blushed thinking about what she said to me.
Feeling a tap on my shoulder I turned to see a nervous Dowoon. He leaned in to whisper to me. âUh, hyung...she didnât answer the door. I knocked like four times. What do I do?â
âShe must still be upset or something. Iâll check on her.âÂ
Dowoon nodded and went back to his place watching over Mr. and Mrs. L/n. I walked across the penthouse to Y/nâs room and sighed when I saw the lights off from under the door. Gently, I wrapped my knuckles on the door and waited to hear her voice. When I didnât, I called out for her.
âY/n?âÂ
No response.
âHey, Y/n? Itâs Jae. You wanna talk?â
Nothing. Again I knocked.
âY/n? You okay, beautiful?âÂ
There was no response. Something was wrong. âHey, Y/n, Iâm coming in.â My hand found the doorknob and turned. I was surprised to find it unlocked. My eyes quickly adjusted to the low light in the room.Â
âOh sh**.âÂ
The room was empty. She was gone. âY/n? Please tell me your hiding somewhere, beautiful.â I started searching the room. Under the bed. In the closet (Some of her clothes were missing, but the staff did laundry today). In the bathroom. On the balcony. Then I saw it. The dumbwaiter. It was open. My heart started racing, panic starting to set in.
âJae is everything okay-â
I turned to find Dowoon standing slack-jawed in the doorway. âSheâs gone.â I rubbed the back of my neck. Mr. L/n was gonna kill me. Literally. It wasnât official, but not only was I in charge of his safety and affairs but also Y/nâs. I canât believe I didnât check on her when we got back to the penthouse. This was all my fault.
âWhatâs that?â Dowoon pointed to the center of the room. I walked over and picked up a cheap pair of headphones from the floor. These werenât Y/nâs. âThose arenât hers, right? Weâve gotta tell the boss.â
I nodded, pocketing the headphones and leading my partner back into the dining room. Nervously, I walked up to Mr. L/n and whispered in his ear. âSir.....we...canât find her. Sheâs missing.â I winced, waiting for the storm.
His face reddened and he slammed down his silverware and stood up abruptly, startling the whole room. âJae. Dowoon. My office. NOW!â Mr. L/n stormed into his study, not waiting for us to follow, which we did. Quickly.
I closed the door after us, knowing exactly what was to be discussed. As I turned around a large hand flew across my cheek, causing me to stumble into a bookcase. I touched my cheek, feeling blood. Mr. L/n adjusted his cuffs, a furious expression on his face. His ring had sliced my cheek.Â
He came back with a second blow. Dowoon watched, hiding his fear. I would rather take it than him. âMY DAUGHTER WAS IN YOUR SAFETY.â He screamed, backing away from me. Mr. L/n started pacing, his hand twitching with agitation. âSHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN TAKEN BY ANOTHER KINGPIN!âÂ
Dowoon and I flinched at his words. âWe apologize, sir.â We both bowed low.Â
âJae,â I looked up, hesitantly. âWhile I am furious...I trust you more than anyone else in the syndicate. If you can find her and bring her back unharmed...I will give her to you. It was in discussion already.â My eyes went wide. I knew there were plans to marry off Y/n. Mr. L/n wanted for her to marry within the syndicate so she could be protected.
âSir, you mean-â
âOnly...if you bring her back to me. Iâm hoping your infatuation with my daughter drives you even more to find her. And you WILL find her.â
âYes sir.â The blood slowly trickled down my cheek. I fought the urge to wipe it away. His eyes bore into me. Mr. L/n was one of the most dangerous men in Seoul and he loved his daughter very much. He had many enemies that wished to harm him and his family, so this job might have been near impossible. But, it was Y/n.
âI will find her.â
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Y/nâs POV
Jisung raced out of the room closest to the stairs and leaned over the balcony.
âYOUR DAD IS A F***ING MOB BOSS?!?!?!â
âMy dad is a what?â I asked as I watched the wide-eyed blonde boy on the staircase. Chris followed him out and started pushing him down the stairs. Another boy with dark hair, much shorter than the other two, appeared on the landing. He was seemingly unfazed by this shocking news. âWhat do you mean my dad is a mob boss? Heâs a cabinet secretary. He works for the president.â
âI hate to break it to you princess, but thatâs not all he does,â Chris said sitting down on the plush sofa in his living room. Jisung stood near me, a tentative and slightly wandering hand on my waist. I slapped it away making the silent boy chuckle. âYour dad runs one of the largest and most dangerous mob syndicates in Seoul.â
âAnd he doesnât like Chan too much either.â The silent one said while scrolling through his phone.Â
âChangbin, shut up will you?â Chris said throwing a pillow at him.
âIâm sorry, who is Chan?â
The other two boys looked at Chris. Jisung backed away from me and rubbed the back of his neck. Chris hung his head low and half-heartedly rose his hand. âThat would be me.â I was very confused.Â
âBut you told me your name was Chris?â
âYeah, thatâs one of the many names I go by.â I looked to Jisung who just shrugged and gave me a nervous smile. Tension hung in the air. âIâm what some people call a hustler.â
âHeâs a con artist. Quit beating around the bush.â The shorter boy, Changbin said.
Chris, or Chan, sighed. âYour dad hired me to scam a couple candidates into giving me their campaign plans. It worked. Piece of cake. But, your dad refused to pay me the agreed amount,â
âYeah...he can be a little cheap,â I said rubbing my arm and sitting down across from him. Jisung followed like a loyal puppy, listening intently with me, even though he had probably heard this story many times before.
âAnyway, I made the not so great decision and I sort of...swindled $10k from him.â
âThatâs nothing to him-â
âAnd a Porsche.â
âOh......â My dad was really serious about his cars. I did remember him telling me about someone stealing one of his sports cars about two years ago. âThat was you? Jae told me someone swiped it while it was in the shop.â
Chris laughed and Changbin high fived him without looking up from his phone. âHereâs the thing,â Changbin said still laser focused on his screen. âWith your dad being who he is, it will be harder to get you under the radar. Your dad has eyes and ears everywhere. Iâve got to completely erase you from the system.âÂ
I felt a touch on my shoulder and I turned to see Jisung pulling away from me. âWere you smelling my hair?â I asked crossing my arms.
â......No...â
âJisung can you not be a thirteen year old for a second?â Chris said rolling his eyes. Jisung scoffed and spread out on the couch, purposefully pushing his thigh against mine. He yelped when I slapped it away. âSo, Changbin, how long before we can set her up with her new life?â
The boy sighed when Chan pulled away his phone, trying to see for himself what the boy was working on. âI should be able to get off the grid within the next 32 hours. Getting her new ids shouldnât be a problem. Jisung can swipe me some templates from that guy...whatâs his name?â
âMinho?â
âYeah, him.â
âMinho is not gonna like me âborrowingâ his things again,â Jisung awkwardly shifted on the couch next to me. âLast time I barely made it out with my head. He threw a f***ing toaster at me.â I had to stifle my laughter with my hand.Â
âY/n, you can stay here until we get you new ids. Iâve got a house in Jeju we can set you up in after that.â Chan said pushing himself off the sofa. I watched him walk around the back of the couch before he turned back to me again. âJisung, sleep on the couch tonight. Y/n, youâll sleep in his room.â
âWhat! Thatâs not fair! She should sleep in your room. Youâre the one who brought her here!â Jisung stood up from the couch to continue whining but Chan stopped him.
âWhoâs the one who accidentally burst all the pipes in their apartment with a boomerang?â
Jisung shuffled back and forth on his heels. â....Me..â
âAnd whoâs the one who has been letting you stay here for the past six months rent-free?â The blonde boy quieted and looked at the ceiling. âYeah, thatâs what I thought.â While the conversation seemed light hearted, I knew Chris meant business.
Changbin grabbed back his phone. âYou all should sleep. Chan youâve got that deal tomorrow and Jisung youâll have to give Toaster Man a visit.â Jisung groaned, stuffing his face in a couch pillow. âIâll stick around and start working on her stuff.â
Soon everyone dispersed. Jisung showed me to his room like a gentleman. Unfortunately, I had to physically push him out like a four year old. I put my backpack at the foot of the bed. I slipped under the covers and tucked my hand under the pillow only to be met with a couple crumpled up candy wrappers. I laughed and tossed them into the trash can before returning to the bed. Soon, I fell into a deep sleep.Â
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Jaeâs POV
Eighteen hours had passed already. It took me eighteen hours to remember that her mother put a tracker in her d*** phone. Dowoon sat in the passenger seat of my car, a computer in his lap.Â
âTurn left up here.â
âWhat the hell is she doing in Itaewon?â
âThey have good fishcakes.â Turning I saw Dowoonâs innocent smile. It fell when he saw my serious expression. We drove in silence for the next few seconds. âDang it. Now I want fishcakes.â
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I hadnât slept since yesterday morning. In the rearview mirror, I could see the beginnings of dark circles forming under my eyes. I wouldnât rest until I found Y/n.Â
âOkay, the tracker says sheâs in that building over there.â I sighed and pulled the car over onto the side of the street. Dowoon and I got out and I squinted in the afternoon sun. The building ahead of us was unmarked but several women, wearing revealing clothes stood out front talking amongst each other.Â
âHey, cutie,â A girl with long red claws said, gently grabbing Dowoonâs arm as we walked past. âYou got time to talk?â She twirled a strand of hair around her finger while looking at him with big doe eyes.Â
âActually I-â
âSorry, weâre working,â I said dragging him away and through the door.Â
âWhatâs wrong? She was being nice? We could have asked her about Y/n.â
âShe was gonna give you more than that.â My eyes scanned the large room we entered. Dowoon stood next to me trying to decipher what I just said. Several girls, scantily clad, milled about. Some had men on their arm.
âI donât get it. What else was she gonna give us?â Dowoon asked confused. I sighed and pressed forward. A girl with blonde hair walked up to me, pressing her hands against my chest.
âLooking for some fun, hot stuff?â I opened my jacket and the girl backed away seeing the gun I had stashed there. âSh**, a simple ânoâ would suffice.â The girl walked away and I checked my phone. The tracking program said Y/n was upstairs.
âWhat is Y/n doing in a place like this?â The thought sickened me. I knew for a fact she wouldnât be here voluntarily.Â
âI donât know but these all seem like nice girls. Maybe a little cold not wearing a sweater in here. But, they seem friendly.â Dowoon was a great shot. He could shoot an apple off someone's head from an entire building away, but somehow be completely innocent in the weirdest ways.
I checked my phone seeing that the tracker led behind a closed door at the end of the hall. I pulled out my gun and motioned for Dowoon to follow me. Pressing my ear against the door, I listened for voices in the room. I picked up the muffled sound of a female voice that sort of resembled Y/n. Nodding to Dowoon we burst through the door, guns aimed.Â
The girl screamed and rolled off the bed, scrambling to find a sheet or a shirt. âOh My- Dowoon, cover your eyes.â I blindly grasped his face trying to hide his view. I looked away giving the half naked girl who was not in fact Y/n some privacy.Â
âWhat the f*** is going on here?â The man the girl was with asked.Â
âSir, I need to talk to this woman. Please get out before I decide to make you.â The manâs eyes widened and he quickly ran out of the room. My eyes landed on a phone on the bedside table. I picked it up and saw the case was Y/nâs.
âHey! Thatâs mine!âÂ
I looked up to see a girl with pale pink hair. She had managed to slip on her shirt and now stood furious on the other side of the bed. âThis?â I asked holding up the phone, gun still trained on her. âNo, this- this is not yours.â Her body obviously tensed up under the barrel of a gun. âWhatâs your name?â
âJae, can I look now or?âÂ
I turned to see Dowoon still with his eyes closed pointing his gun in the opposite direction. I pointed his gun in the correct direction and elbowed him. His eyes opened and he let out a nervous chuckle before he focused on the girl.Â
âMy name is Irene. Look, thatâs my phone. It's used though. I donât know anything about the previous owner.â I lowered the gun and put it back in its place.Â
âWho gave it to you? When?â
âYesterday. Some guy came up to me and a co-worker. Said he knew our boss, Yeji, and that the phone was a gift.â Dowoon lowered his gun and got out his phone. We would have to report back to the boss soon.
âWhat did he look like?âÂ
âWhat are you cops or something?â Irene said sitting on the edge of the bed.Â
âNo. We arenât cops. But, we do have quite a few of the police on our payroll.â She visibly gulped, shifting uncomfortably under my stare. I was so close to finding Y/n, I could feel it. âNow tell me everything you remember about this guy.â
âI donât know. He had brown hair. He looked like a foreigner, but he didnât have an accent. I donât remember his name. He was really cool looking, to be honest. Had that whole boy next door look, but you knew he was a bad guy. In a good way. Oh! He had a girl with him. I remember because she didnât look like she was from around here and she was way out of his league.â
I listened carefully, a scowl forming on my face. Dowoon noticed my change in demeanor immediately. âYou know who he is?â I nodded, turning towards the door. I was furious. Dowoon followed me out the door, eager to hear my answer.
âItâs Chan. Bang Chan. Heâs got Y/n. And Iâm gonna kill him.â
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Y/nâs POV
This morning I woke up early. I wanted to thank the boys for helping me finally leave that hell hole. Their kitchen was useless. Chan had practically nothing stocked and what little food there was Jisung devoured. So, instead in ordered them takeout..Â
Chan was set to come back around the time it got dark. Changbin was still holed up in the Pit, thatâs what Jisung called his computer room. Jisung and I had taken over Chanâs living room, takeout, and soda bottles on the coffee table as we screamed at the drama playing on the huge TV.
âNO, YOU LOVE HER DONâT PUSH HER AWAY!â Jisung said as he grabbed onto my arm. Through tears, he reached for another slice of pizza.
âJISUNG WHY ARE WE WATCHING THIS? ITâS SO SAD!âÂ
He shook his head next to me and wiped his tears. âBecause your teenagedom was deprived of sleepovers. And I am dubbing myself your official best friend.â I cried harder not only because Jisung was my new best friend but because the lead actress was chasing her lover through the rain. Jisung and I clung onto each other and continued our rant at the screen.
âUm.....what pre-teen girl tornado blew up in my house?â Turning we saw Chan walking through the front door, a confused look on his face.
âDADDYâS HOME!â
âJisung stop screaming in my ear!â I yelled as he jumped over the couch. I then took in Chrisâs attire. He wore a white coat and he had a stethoscope draped around his neck. His dark brown hair was pushed back and parted, exposing his (as I was just noticing now) handsome features.
âSomeone answer my question.â
âI was showing Y/n what itâs like to actually have fun with people her own age.â
âSince when were you or Y/n thirteen year old girls? Whatâs that I smell?â Jisung slowly moved his hands behind his back. âHoly sh**. Jisung you let her paint your nails?â
âWhat are you talking about? Jisung painted mine than practically forced me to do his.â Jisungâs eyes went wide and he turned around and made the shushing motion towards me. âWhatâs with the getup?â I asked Chris, changing the subject. âYou look like a doctor.â
âOh- itâs just uh....some business I had planned before this stuff happened.â I crossed my arms coming to stand next to my new BFF. Jisung glanced at me before crossing his arms like me and listing his head and pursing his lips.
âYou know you can be honest and say you were working a con.â
âFine, princess. I was working a con. Happy?â I shrugged and patted his shoulder.
Jisung chuckled and gave Chris a thumbs up before throwing an arm around my shoulder. âI think we should all call it a night. Iâm starting a new life tomorrow after all!â With that, we left Chris standing in his fake doctor's coat in the living room.Â
âAre you guys gonna clean up?â
âNope!â
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A crash sent me shooting up from the bed. âWhat the hell?â I drowsily asked myself. Another one sent my eyes flying open like saucers. The bed shook and I practically screamed. Jisung shot up from the bed, drool on his mouth and blonde hair sticking up in all directions.Â
âJisung! What the hell? What are you doing in here?â
âThe couch was lumpy. Whatâs going on?â
The third crash sent me rocketing out of bed. Suddenly the door burst open. I grabbed the closest thing which was the lamp on the bedside table. Chan burst through the door in sweatpants but lacking a shirt.Â
âOh- Sh**! WHAT IS WITH YOU AND LAMPS?â
âWHAT IS WITH YOU AND NOT WEARING A SHIRT?âÂ
âIâM SORRY IF I DIDNâT BOTHER TO PUT ON A SHIRT WHEN YOUR CHICKEN LEG BOYFRIEND IS ATTACKING MY HOUSE!â
âWhat? Jae is here?â I asked putting the lamp back The sound of gunshots confirmed Jaeâs presence. âWhat is he shooting at?â I asked as I grabbed my shoes and started slipping them on.
âWait, Jisung what are you doing here? You know what- nevermind. UH- Changbin. Heâs throwing plates at your boyfriend and his monkey friend.â Chan started rummaging through the closet and throwing a bag and clothes at Jisung. âGet your stuff, princess. Weâre about to make a getaway. Jisung meet us at the hideout in Gwanak. Get Bin out of here after we leave.â
âAfter? What about us?â
âYou are gonna give us a head start,â Chan said pulling me out the door.Â
âSO IâM BAIT?â
âChan, are you gonna leave like this?â I asked, shouldering my bag. A peek over the railing revealed several men in black suits brandishing guns. Except they were clearly thugs and not agents looking for aliens.Â
âIâve got a getaway bag in the car.â He kept a strong grip on my hand and looked around him. He looked up and grabbed a metal pieced of artwork before adjusting our hands. âWhen I tell you to run, run. Got it? You run for the garage and donât look back.â I nodded and he held the metal sheet in front of both of us.Â
Chan pulled me down the stairs. âHey! There he is! Heâs got the girl!â The pounding sounds of gunshots rang against the metal sheet less than a foot away from my face.Â
âChan! Iâm gonna kill you!â I heard the familiar voice of Jae scream. âY/n! Come on let me take you back to your dad! Come back with me, beautiful.â If Jae really wanted me to come back with him sincerely he would tell Dadâs goons to stop SHOOTING AT CHRIS AND ME.Â
âRUN, Y/N! NOW!â Chris yelled just as Jae charged him ripping away the metal sheet he was using as a shield. Following his instruction, I bolted for the garage. When I looked back I turned to see Jae land a pretty hard blow just above Chrisâs eye.Â
âChris!âÂ
âY/n, GO!â I sighed and burst through the garage door. That little-....There in pristine condition sat my fatherâs favorite lightning blue Porsche. I tossed my bag in the car and jumped in. My hands frantically searched for the keys. The sound of gunshots had my heart pounding against my chest. I found them in the glove compartment just as Chan burst through the door.
âSTART THE CAR!âÂ
âIâm going! Iâm going.âÂ
The car started and Chan dove into the car. I opened the garage door, but it was only halfway up when the garage door opened again. I turned to see Jae and Dowoon in the doorway. Jae was bleeding from the nose and Dowoon hand a pieced of a plate in his cheek. âY/n-GO!âÂ
âI canât! The door!â
âJust GO!â
Screaming, I slammed my foot on the accelerator and the sports car shot forward, erupting through the garage door. âGET IN THE SUVs!â I heard Jae yell back into the house.
âHow are Jisung and Bin gonna get out?â I asked keeping my eyes on the road, frantically looking behind me.Â
âDonât worry about them. Theyâll meet us in Gwanak.â Chan reached behind him and pulled out a bag from behind the driver's seat. He slipped on a shirt he pulled out from the bag. âWoah! Wrong side of the road! Move over!â Chan screamed grabbing the wheel and steering the car onto the right side of the road. âWhatâs wrong with you? Do you not know how to drive?â
âNO I DONâT!âÂ
âYOUâRE DRIVING WITHOUT A LICENSE?â
âYOU SCAM PEOPLE FOR THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS AND YOU CARE ABOUT THIS!?â I said frantically and sporadically looking from the rearview mirror to the road ahead of me as we drove at top speed in the middle of the night. My skin went cold as I saw tow black SUVs appear behind us. âChan...what do I do? Theyâre right behind us!â
He turned around and muttered a string of curse words. âOkay...um...We are gonna switch places.â Chris said turning back to me.Â
âChan we are going ninety-three miles an hour!âÂ
âDo you trust me?â
â.....Yes.â
âOkay, princess. On the count of three, I want you to let go of the wheel and take your foot off the pedal okay?â I nodded and got ready to do as he asked. In my peripherals, I saw Chan reach near my seat and I nervously looked behind me. âReady, princess?â I nodded and gripped the steering wheel. âOne...two...three!â
I let go of the pedal and steering wheel and Chris jerked my seat back and climbed over me. âGreat job, love! You can move over to the other seat!â My heart was pounding against my chest. I was sure any second now I would fall into a panic attack. When I was safely in the passenger seat Chris pulled his seat forward and shifted the gear of the car.Â
Chan did his best to shake the two tails we had on us. âYour boyfriend is seriously crazy,â Chan said shaking his head, turning down a narrow alley still going at top speeds. I gripped the door handle in fear. âHe is seriously determined.â
âAgain, not my boyfriend!â I said turning around to check how far away the sedans were.Â
âHold on tight, love,â Chan said, throwing his arm in front of me as we drifted into another tight alley. This time, Chris slid the car to a stop and shut off the lights and engine. âGet down, baby girl.â He said pushing my head down below the windshield. After a few seconds, we heard the SUVs race by us. Chan and I stayed down, his hand on the back of my neck and our heads inches away from each other.
âWell.....that was fun?â
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Ten minutes later Chan was pulling into another dark alley. We had finally made it to Gwanak without anyone following us. âIs this the safe house? Where are Changbin and Jisung?â Chris shook his head and shut off the Porsche.Â
âNo. Weâve got to make a stop first. Weâve gotta go deep undercover. Your face and mine are about to be plastered everywhere.â Chan got out of the car and before I could reach for the handle he was running around the front to open the door for me. âCome on, letâs hope heâs home,â Chris said quickly ushering me to a dimly lit back door.
âWho are we talking about?â
âAn old friend,â Chan said pounding on the door. He kept his hand firmly on my waist. Every few seconds he scanned the alley, making sure we were still not followed. âHey, itâs Chan! Open up!âÂ
âChris, we should keep moving. I know Jae. Heâs gonna figure out where we are soon enough.â
âAll the more reason to be here.â He pounded on the door again. âDude! Come on! You owe me! Open up!â While Chan continued to yell at the door I watched the ends of the alley, hoping not to see Jae or Dowoon rounding the corner.
âIâm coming, Iâm coming. F***...â A muffled voice said from behind the door. Chan stepped back from the door and took my hand, dragging me further into his side. âF***ing sh**. Chan, d*** it. Itâs two a.m!â An angry voice said as it approached the door. I flinched as it flew open. A giant of a man with bright red hair and dressed in a fancy robe appeared. âWhat, pipsqueak?â
âBamBam. Long time no see.â
âWhat do you want, Chan? I was asleep-.....whoâs this hottie?â The cherry headed man, BamBam, said leaning on the doorway looking me up and down.Â
âThis is Y/n L/n,â Chan said his hand gripping onto my hip. BamBamâs eyes went wide and he slammed the door in our faces.
âNO! NO! I AM NOT DEALING WITH L/NâS SYNDICATE. NO. CHAN YOU CANâT MAKE ME. A FAVOR IS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE BORROWING SUGAR. NOT BRINGING THE MOST DANGEROUS MAN IN SEOULâS DAUGHTER TO MY DOOR!â
âBamBam you barely eat carbs let alone processed sugar.â The door opened and he stuck his head out. âCome on, Bam. We need your help. Or at least your bathroom.â
âBathroom?â Both BamBam and I both questioned.Â
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âWhat is this place?â I asked as BamBam lead us through the first floor of the building. It was covered head to toe with clothes and hats and crazy objects.Â
âItâs my personal treasure trove. Everything your man Chan uses for his little schemes most likely came from here.â BamBam said picking up a policemanâs uniform and throwing it behind another rack of clothes. The giraffe with red hair rummaged through the piles of clothes and costumes. âHere, Chan. You need this.....and Y/n.....look through these.â BamBam tossed Chan a brown bottle and handed me a container with a bunch of hair in it.
âWigs?â
âDonât worry. Theyâre all the finest synthetic hair. Bathroom is back there, you two.â He said pointing a long finger in the correct direction. I smiled and tightened my hold on the box Chrisâs weird friend gave me. âStay as long as you need. Iâm going back to bed.â BamBam dragged his feet up some stairs that probably led to where he was previously sleeping.
âYou wanna help me with this, princess?â Chan said holding up the brown bottle in his hand. I shrugged and followed him to the back of the building. My eyes trailed down Chanâs shoulders as we looked for BamBamâs restroom. âAh, here we go.â Chan opened the door and let me enter first. I dropped the big box on the toilet seat and started searching through them.
I heard Chan pull a chair into the bathroom from the hall. âWhy does BamBam have all these? Chan shrugged and searched something up on his phone. âThere are some weird colors in here.â He laughed as I threw a neon green wig at him.
âOh yeah. Thatâs perfect for you, princess.â He laughed and tossed it back. âHave you ever bleached hair before?â Chris said looking at the bottle. I laughed seeing the familiar brown bottle of hydrogen peroxide. The bottle was a familiar sight from my motherâs bathroom counter.Â
âNot personally.â
âDo I just like...pour it on?â
âIf you want to permanently fry your hair! We canât damage those cute curls youâve got.âÂ
Without thinking I ran my fingers through Chrisâs dark brown and tangled mop. His eyes looked me up and down, a small smirk. âCute?â He asked, poking my side. He laughed when a rosy dust fell on my cheeks. âYou want to help, princess?â
Chan sat down in the chair and handed me the brown bottle which I immediately put down. I looked around and grabbed two bottles from the shower. Chan watched me struggle to get the cap open like an idiot. âYou good there?â
âThis plastic bottle of.....designer conditioner....is smarter than me.â Chris laughed and reached for the bottle. In less than a second, the bottle popped open for him. He laughed when I sent him a glare. âI loosened it for you.â
âSure, baby girl. Whatever.â He leaned back in the chair and looked at the ceiling, a genuine smile on his face. Heat flushed to my face at the new pet name. Chan seemed unfazed by it. Nervously, I turned on the sink and began washing his hair. âWhatâs your favorite candy?â Chan asked as I was rinsing the conditioner out of his hair.Â
âWhy?â
âI donât know. Iâm bored. Entertain me, princess.â
âOkay...um...I like Milkyways.â
âMilkyways? Really?âÂ
âYou bash my candy choice, pretty boy, and Iâll make sure your hair turns orange.â He laughed, his eyes turning into crescents. Chan continued to ask me random questions while I bleached his hair. It was fun getting to know Chris...well the real Chris. âYou must really be dedicated if your bleaching your hair.â
âBleaching my hair....or dying at the hands of your boyfriend. I choose the former.â
âAgain. Jae is not my boyfriend.â I said squeezing hydroperoxide into his hair. Thank goodness BamBam had gloves in a cabinet otherwise my hands would be messed up. âJae is just Jae.â I was surprised when I didnât feel myself smile as I said his name.Â
I took off the gloves as Chan sat forward, waiting for his hair to dry. âWhatâs the deal with you two anyway.â He asked poking my arm. âYou two were totally into each other back at the penthouse.â
âWell...I think my feelings have changed after he shot at us.â
âWell, he was mostly shooting at me.â
âYeah...guess he was, pretty boy.â I smiled looking down at Chan. He grabbed my hand and swung it back and forth. I glanced down and then back up at him.Â
âHey...itâs gonna be okay, Y/n. Iâll take care of it.â I scoffed and rolled my eyes. He tugged on my wrist. My feet shuffled forward making me stand between his legs. Chris brushed his thumb over my hand.Â
âTake care of what?âÂ
âOf you. Iâll make sure you get what you want.â Chan stared up at me with a look I had never seen before. It was hard to tear my eyes away from him. Like he had this hold on me. But, I felt safe with him. I felt fully myself. âWeâve got twenty minutes. Why donât you try on some of those wigs? Put on a little fashion show for me, baby girl?â He said with a smile, leaning back in the chair, his hand still attached to my wrist.Â
Chan laughed as I tried on all the crazy wigs BamBam had in the box. After his phone timer went off, I helped Chan wash his hair again. Then he let me towel dry his hair. âWoah,â I said, pulling the towel away.Â
âIs it that bad?â He asked standing up and rushing to the mirror. He ran his fingers through his new blonde hair and he stared into the mirror at his locks.Â
âNo...you look really good.âÂ
He smirked and messed with the new blonde strands before turning to me with a bright smile. âYou think so?â His hands rested on my waist, his thumbs grazing over the fabric of my t-shirt. There was a tension in the air. One that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.Â
âYeah, I do...âÂ
Hesitantly, I let my palms press against his chest. Was he going to kiss me? I could feel my stomach start to do somersaults. Chris leaned down, only barely enough for me to notice. He was. Chan was going to kiss me.
âHEY LOVEBIRDS! I NEED TO PEE!â BamBam said pounding on the door.Â
The two of us burst apart, Chan scratching the back of his neck. âWe should probably....- Bin and Sung are probably waiting for us.â Chris nervously grabbed my backpack and I grabbed the closest wig to me, stuffing my hair inside it.Â
âYeah totally.â
Chan opened the door for us to find a pissed off BamBam. âCan I pee now?â Chan laughed and took my hand, pulling me out into the hall.Â
âThanks for letting us hideout and stuff!â Chan called back to his friend who was already in the bathroom. Chris pulled me back out the Porsche, which was still sitting safely in the alley. Like a gentleman, Chan opened my door before sliding across the hood and getting in the driver seat.
He spared me a glance and cast a smile my way. âShort and Dark is a good look on you.â I brushed the wigâs bangs out of my eyes and blushed, turning away from Chan as he started the car and drove off into the early morning.
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Jaeâs POV
âF***!â I exclaimed slamming my hand on a nearby table. Stressfully, I ran a hand through my hair. Dowoon just stood off to the side, awkwardly watching our guys rummage through the house.Â
âThat did not go the way I expected.â
Daggers flew from my eyes. He instantly shut his mouth. âDowoon...she was right here. I missed her. She just...slipped through my fingers.â Dowoon waved off a man who was trying to ask him a question before turning back to me.
âYou know she more ran...than slipped.â
âYouâre right. She did run away.â I said standing up straight once again. âShe practically flew when Chan told her to run.â My eyes returned to the door I watched Y/n run out of.Â
âWhy do you think she ran?â
âChanâs probably got her brainwashed or something. I wouldnât put it passed him.â I reached for the mail that was left on the kitchen counter. âRemember I want this entire place searched!â I called out to the men. âMan, she knew I was here for her. Why didnât she come to me?â I said tossing it onto the marble island.
âMaybe sheâs just not into you dude.â
âNo. Thatâs not it. Itâs got to be Chan. He must have told her everything about her dad and then freaked her out. Itâs all his fault.â Dowoon, sifted through the week-old envelops I had tossed.
âWhatâs this? Does this Chan guy go to university?â
âWhat- no?â I scoffed and leaned against the counter. âHe barely has his highschool diploma.â I watched Dowoon pick up a magazine and flip it over.
âMaybe one of the guys that were here. The blonde one looked kind of young...and dumb.â Dowoon flipped through the magazine smiling at some of the pictures.
âWhy do you ask?â
He shrugged and tossed it to me. I flipped through the magazine and saw it was a college-based magazine. Student made. âWell...that magazine is only sold in Gwanak. Near Seoul University.â My eyes went wide and I looked at the cover of the magazine.Â
âIâve got a call to make. We need another pair of eyes.â
âMore than the thirteen guys we have now.â
âI just want her back Dowoon...â I said pulling out my phone. I scrolled through my contacts until I found the one I needed. Pressing the name, I brought the device to my ear and waited for the dial tone to end.
âHey. Itâs me. Look, I need you to find someone. This asshat took her...Sheâs somewhere in Gwanak, we know that.â I listened to him speak while drumming my fingers on the counter.
âYeah. Youâll get the money when you get her and bring her safely back to me.â I pursed my lips, feeling myself getting angry as he asked his next question.
âI donât care what happens to the guy sheâs with. Just get her back.â With that, I hung up the phone.
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Chanâs POV
Jogging around the blue car, I opened Y/nâs door and helped her out. She grabbed her bag and started walking towards the dark apartment building. The sun would be rising in a couple of hours. I reached for her hand and led her up the stairs to the top level.Â
She laughed when we came to the door. âAnother passcode? Mr. Privacy?â I smiled and shrugged my shoulders, taking her backpack for her.Â
âThe code is #0325.â She turned to me and smiled.Â
âYou trust me with the code to your safehouse?â I shrugged and tried to hide the smile on my face. I watched as her fingers touched each number gingerly on the keypad. She smiled when the bright tone notified her that the door was unlocked.
âY/NâS HOMMMMMEE!â Jisung yelled. I heard his feet thundering down the small hall. I rolled my eyes when Jisung tackled Y/n out of my grasp, hugging her tightly. With serious eyes, he turned to me, still holding onto Y/n. âFrom now on, Y/n and I are inseparable! You will not drag her into messes and get her killed! She is my best friend!â
I sent Jisung a hard glare and took one step towards him making the blonde squeal, hiding behind Y/n. âSorry, Chan. Nevermind take her sheâs yours. I can see now that I clearly overstepped my boundaries.â Jisung said, words flying out of his mouth faster than I could comprehend.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Y/n asked. I saw Changbin saunter into the hall and join us. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and face stoic.
âDonât worry. Chan just wants you all to himself.â The short boy said smirking at me.
âWHAT?!â Both Y/n and I exclaimed looking from each other to Changbin. Y/n turned to me, a curious look on her face. The same one from when we first met, except this time my head didnât hurt.
âWell...this isnât awkward at all,â Jisung said, coming out from behind Y/n. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and puffed out his cheeks, looking around the four of us. âHey, Y/n, lemme show you something!â He practically dragged her out from the hall and towards the bedroom. Fearing for what he did to my apartment, I followed.
âSo, what is it you're showing me, Sung?â Y/n asked and Jisung guided her into my room. Wait. Sh**. My room.
âThis was originally Chan hyungâs room, but I figured with a few touches you would like it better! I figured since he loves you and all he can sleep on the sofa.â They entered the room a few feet ahead of me. âItâs his turn to have back problems. Y/n gasped. I rounded the corner and my jaw dropped.
âJISUNG, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY ROOM? HOW DID YOU EVEN GET ALL THIS?â
My room was plastered with posters and pictures of unicorns and rom-com movie posters. It looked like a fourteen year old girl from a Disney channel sitcom threw up their essence all over my bedroom. There were boyband posters and albums everywhere and heart shaped hangers in the closet. My clothes were in a huge black pile in the corner marked âChanâs Sh**â. One wall on the far side was spray-painted pink and stuffed animals were all around the room.Â
âWhen did you have time to do all of this? We got here two hours after you! Where did this all come from?â I said picking up a Super Junior album that was sitting on what used to be my dresser.
âYouâd be surprised,â Changbin said standing in the doorway.Â
I sighed and turned to Jisung. He turned to me with an innocent smile as I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out into the hall while Y/n continued to marvel at the room. âSung...you do understand sheâs not staying right? We are just helping her get to Jeju so she can start a new life.â He stared down at the ground, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. His light blonde fell in front of his eyes as he looked back up at me.
âYou donât really want that...do you?âÂ
I looked into his eyes. My friend looked genuinely sad. No, that wasnât what I wanted. Not now at least. Maybe before, but it wasnât what I wanted now. âWhat I want doesnât matter. Itâs what she wants.â I said patting his shoulder. âDo you understand?â
âYeah...of course...â
Jisung sulked back into my room, which I would be burning after Y/n went to Jeju. âJisung! Thank you so much! I love it!â Y/n said hugging a huge stuffed toy.
âSung, how did you even pickpocket a three foot tall stuffed rabbit and four B.A.P posters?â I asked looking at the toy Y/n was holding in her arms. I tried to suppress the thumping against my chest at the sight.Â
âChan I donât remember asking for your opinion, but itâs called talent, okay?â
Y/n laughed and set the bunny down next to my bed. She gasped and picked up a heavy purple candle on the bedside table. âOh, a candle! I love these! I always had candles and stuff like that in my room at home!â I saw Jisungâs face turn soft and he ran out of the room.
âHOLD ON ONE SECOND!â He screamed through the less than small apartment. He returned with a hand full of candles.Â
âOh no no no no no,â I said pushing him back out of the room.Â
 âWhat? Y/n says she loves candles.â Jisung said shrugging and trying to push past me and back into the bedroom, where we heard Changbin and Y/n talking.Â
âJisung I will not have candles in my house after she attacked me with one!â
âWhat about incense?â
âNO SMELLY THINGS!â I shivered at the thought of what Y/n could accidentally do to me with burning incense. My eyes found Y/n walking out of the room holding the lit candle, her eyes happy.Â
âChan, thank you so much for helping me and for all of this! And Jisung, I really love the candle.â With that, she went back into the room and jumped onto the bed.
Jisung turned back to me with his eyebrows raised. I crossed my arms and then looked back to Y/n sitting happily on my bed watching the candle flicker happily. I felt Jisung nudge me bringing my attention back to him. âOkay...one candle.â
âBro, you are so whipped.â
âShut up before I throw you off the roof with all those candles strapped to your head.â
âYou wouldnât...â
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Y/nâs POV
Chan slept in his room that night. Well, he rested. He said it would be hard to sleep with all those pop stars and animals staring at him. I had told him I wasn't tired, so I scrolled through the phone Jisung had pocketed for me.Â
When the boys awoke a few hours later, I had prepared breakfast for them. This place was actually stocked with food. I gasped seeing Jisung emerge from the guest room. He had bruises on his shoulder and the strong scent of candles came from him.Â
âSung, what happened to you?â I said taking his face in my hands. He glared at Chan as he exited his bedroom and sat down at the kitchen table.Â
âAsk your newly blonde boyfriend.â He said sitting in the farthest seat from Chris.Â
When I turned to Chan he just gave me a sweet smile and turned back to the breakfast I had made. âThis is good, princess.â He said slipping a strawberry into his mouth. I blushed and sipped on the mug of tea I had made earlier.Â
âSo, whatâs the plan today?â I asked, setting the cup down.
Chan took a sip of the orange juice in the glass near him and looked to me. âChangbin still needs templates to get you IDs. Jisung knows where to get some, but Iâm not gonna leave you here so youâll come with us to the meeting.â I nodded and took another sip of tea.
âSounds good.â
âWeâll leave in like...an hour?â Chan said.
 Jisung turned to me, mouth full of toast and berries. His eyes turned down and his cheeks were full, but somehow he still managed to frown with toast sticking out of his mouth. âIâm gonna need more than an hour. Itâs just too good.â Jisung muttered with his mouth full.
âFine. Y/n just go get ready, princess. Donât forget the wig.â
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The black bangs of the wig kept blowing in my face. It was about noon when we finally left Chrisâs apartment. âStay right here, princess. Jisung and I are gonna go pick up the templates.â Chan said stopping in front of one of the many stalls around us. He had taken us to a local thrifting fair. A bunch of college students milled about, helping us blend in.Â
âOkay, what should I do while I wait.âÂ
âI know the shop owner, so theyâll let you stay at the booth.â His hand rested gently on my arm as he spoke to me over the noise of the crowd. âJust pretend you are looking for a gift.â He motioned to the wares the vendor was selling. âIâll be back soon. If someone asks, just say youâre waiting for your boyfriend or something.âÂ
Chan and Jisung left and I watched them disappear into the crowd. Running my fingers through the short locks of the wig I waved to the vendor who sent me a polite smile. There was plenty to look at from the booth. The woman was selling very pretty handmade silver jewelry.
I picked up a very simple chain necklace with a small silver ring on it. I thought about how nice it would look on Chan. Maybe I had enough cash with me to get it for him?
âThatâs very pretty.â A voice said behind me.
A man came to stand beside me. He had shaggy black hair and a boxy smile. His long fingers picked up the necklace and held it up to the light before gently giving it back to me. âThank you,â I said, keeping my answer short.
âIs it for you or is it a gift?â The boy asked again.
I sighed and avoided looking at him. âUm...a gift.â He nodded and began looking at other necklaces. Every so often he would cast a look my way.Â
âIâm Wonpil, by the way.â I nodded and gave him a tight-lipped smile. Why would he not go away? I put the necklace down and moved further down the table, pretending to look at other things. âWhatâs your name?â
âUh...Jessica...â
I said turning back to the table. He nodded and moved down the row as well. He moved o the other side of the table to look there. However, he was clearly intent on talking to me. âSo, Jessica...are you here by yourself, or are you with friends?â I nervously laughed and looked in the direction Chris left.
âIâm here with my boyfriend. Iâm waiting for him to come back.âÂ
Wonpil gave me a kind smile and went back to looking at jewelry. I glanced up at the boy. There was something off about him. He was just barely too old to be a university student. Maybe he just lived near here?
âSo, is it a gift for him?â I nodded, then turned my attention to the box of rings near the middle of the table. âWhatâs his name?â Should I give Chrisâs name? No. That would be a bad idea. I donât want him to get hurt.
âHis name is Chanyoung.â
Wonpil nodded and continued pursuing the wares and jewelry. Come one, Chris. Where are you? âHas he been gone long? You seem nervous.â I laughed and shook my head.
âHe and our friend just went to go pick up something. Heâll be back...any minute now.â
âIâll wait with you if youâd like?â Wonpil suggested, that kind smile on his face. He came around my side of the table and placed a hand on my shoulder. I shook my head and backed away.
âIâm fine, really-â
âHey, baby girl! Sorry to keep you waiting.â I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and lips press against my cheek. I turned to see Chan with a cool and composed smile on his face. âWe didnât mean to be gone for so long.â His hand came up to my cheek and he pressed his lips against mine like he had done it thousands of times before.
Not wanting to break the charade I closed my eyes and let him kiss me. Chan pulled away and pecked my lips once more before Jisung coughed and gently kicked him. âOh- sorry. Iâm her boyfriend. Who are you?â Chan said holding out his hand to shake.
âOh, you're Chanyoung. Iâm Wonpil.â They shook hands and I could see Chanâs face sour for just a second. His eyes glanced at me and then doubled back.Â
âOh, baby, youâve got a bug on you!âÂ
âIâll get it!â Jisung shouted, eyeing my shoulder. He swatted the bug away, grabbing it in his fist. I looked at the two boys wondering what was going on. âHey, weâve got lunch plans so we should go soon,â Jisung said, sticking his hands in his pockets.
âDid you get what you needed to get, baby?â I asked, palms pressing against Chanâs chest. His grip was still firm around my waist, keeping me as close as possible.
âYeah! Letâs go get lunch, baby girl.â Chan said kissing me again. âIt was nice to meet you Wonpil,â Chris said waving goodbye before steering me in the opposite direction of the booth. Jisung followed us and sped up to keep our pace. âY/n, who was that guy?â
I shrugged and looked back. Wonpil was no longer at the booth. âI have no clue.â Chan shook his head and gripped my side tighter.Â
âHeâs gotta know who you are.â The three of us walked through the streets of the thrift fair quickly hoping to evade whoever it was Wonpil actually turned out to be. âHe actually planted a bug on you. Thatâs why Jisung and I freaked out.â I shivered. My feeling about Wonpil had been right. We walked a little further before Jisung spoke up again.
âSo...like, can we actually get lunch though?â
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The little bell rang as the three of us entered a little sushi shop Jisung knew about. âJisung didnât you have sushi like four days ago?â He shrugged and led us to a secluded booth in the back. A few waitresses waved at him as we passed by.
âChan, you can never have too much sushi. Plus I get discounts here.âÂ
âHow do you get discounts?â I asked.
âUsed to date the ownerâs daughter. She dumped me. He still liked me so... free sushi.â
I nodded, still not quite understanding as I slid into the booth. Chan scooted in next to me, his leg just barely touching mine. My hands reached for the menu, but Jisung quickly whisked them away. âNope. Iâm ordering for us.â Chan laughed and pressed his hands to his temples. The waitress came by and Jisung ordered practically everything on the menu and sake.
âJisung that is a lot of food.â
âIâm a lot of hungry.â
âThat doesnât make any sense,â Chan said throwing his arm over the back of the booth. Jisung shrugged and started blowing bubbles in his water with the straw. âYou are such a child,â Chris said laughing.
âSpeaking of, I need to pee,â Jisung announced. I grounded and shoved my face into my hands. Jisung hopped out of the booth and shuffled to the restroom. That left me and Chris...alone.
âSo...â
âSo...â
We looked at each other and burst out laughing. âYou kissed me,â Chan nodded and looked away. I was surprised to see a dark blush on Chanâs ears. âThank you. For saving me from whoever that guy was.â Chan shrugged, a shy smile lighting up his face. His fingers tapped against the booth.Â
âMy pleasure.â
âYour pleasure saving me, or your pleasure kissing me.â
âWould you be mad if I said both?âÂ
It was my turn to blush and look away. My fingers locked onto the cold glass filled with water and I took a heavy sip, before turning back to Chris. âNot...entirely,â I said unable to keep the smile from leaking onto my lips. Chris looked around the restaurant before looking back at me.
âWould you be mad if I did it again?â
âNot entirely,â I said, a smirk flirting its way onto the corner of my mouth.Â
I felt Chanâs other hand reach for min under the table, making me smile. âIf I kiss you, you promise you wonât whack me with like a lamp or something right?â I laughed and rubbed my thumb across his hand. He smiled when I shook my head âyesâ. Slowly he leaned closer until he was only a breath away.Â
âYou gonna make me wait for it, pretty boy, or what?âÂ
He let out a soft breathy laugh before connecting his lips to mine. He tasted like the strawberries from this morning; sweet and decadent. Chris deepened the kiss and laced his fingers with mine. My heart pounded against my chest as his lips ghosted over mine. He pulled away just long enough to smile before coming back for more. It felt like Chan and I were the only two people in the world.
âWHY THE F*** ARE YOU KISSING MY BESTFRIEND?!â
I heard a loud clang and several shouts and pulled away to see Chris grasping the back of his head and Jisung standing there holding a waitressâs tray. âWhat the hell man?â Chan exclaimed.
âSTOP! KISSING! Y/N!â Jisung said, whacking Chris each time.
âJisung! Chill out! I wanted him to!â I said to the tray maniac in front of me. âItâs okay! I wanted him to kiss me.â Jisung slowly lowered the tray, giving Chris a wary eye. Chan rubbed the back of his head and I cupped his face checking to see if anything was bleeding.
âOkay...fine. Sorry. I got a tad bit overprotective.â Jisung said completely lowering the tray and sitting back down. âOh- here this is yours.â He said handing the metal tray to the confused waitress. âDonât worry, Iâll leave a big tip!â Jisung said with an innocent smile as if nothing ever happened.
Nervously, the waitress walked away to get our food. Now, safe from Jisungâs wrath, Chris gently reached for my hand under the table. I smiled feeling his thumb gently rub circles on my skin.
âJisung, donât you think that was a little overkill?â Chan asked as the waitresses set down mountains of sushi in front of us. He shook his head and dived into the flavorful bites.
âNot at all. A psychic once told me my spirit animal was a vicious chihuahua.â
âI can attest to that,â Chris said before placing a roll onto my plate. I smiled at him and ate the piece. âOkay, letâs eat and get out of here.â We all nodded and ate quickly, enjoying every bite.
âI donât know if theyâll let me back in here,â Jisung said after we paid the bill.
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The three of us rode back to the safe house in the Porsche, Jisung sat with his legs squished to his chest in the back. When we got out Chan punched in the code and we all spilled across the living room in food comas.
âWhat happened to you guys?â Changbin said wandering into the living room.
âSushi coma,â I said laying across Chanâs lap. Changbin nodded as if completely understanding. I looked over to see Jisung lying face down on the sofa, his butt sticking up in the air.Â
âDid you guys get the templates?â
Without speaking Jisung started rummaging around his pocket until he pulled out what looked like a blank passport and ID card and raised it in the air. His head was still thoroughly buried in the cushions.
âGreat. I should have these done in like...four hours. Then you can start your new life.â Bin said checking the templates. I watched him leave the room before staring back up at the ceiling. My fingers tucked under the hairline of the wig and I pulled it and the wig cap off my head.Â
âI like your natural hair better than that old thing,â Chan stated, pulling the hair tie from my updo. He ran his fingers through my hair, shaking it loose as I stared up at him. âYou better not change it too much once you get to Jeju.â I laughed and tossed the wig onto the coffee table.Â
âY/n, do you really have to go?â Jisung whined. He had turned his face just enough so he could speak without sounding like he had cotton balls in his mouth. âIâm going to miss my new best friend so much!âÂ
âI donât think itâs safe for you all here. The longer Iâm with you the more Jae is going to come after me.âÂ
Jisung sighed and put his butt down, fully laying on the couch. Chan and Jisung eventually fell asleep in their places, but I stayed awake thinking about what was to come. I was less excited about leaving Seoul than I was before. Jisung was in Seoul. Changbin was in Seoul. Chan was in Seoul. I would be in Jeju. All by myself.
I felt like they were my family now. Chan stirred in his sleep, his fingers twitching on top of my stomach. Gently, I traced light patterns on the back of his hand. âDid you not sleep?â He asked drowsily, lifting his head.
âNo.â
âThinking about Jeju?â I nodded and played with his fingers. It was easy to tell I was nervous. âYou know, Yn,â He whispered, wrapping his hand around mine. âI could always stay with you the first couple of days. Just to make sure everything is alright of course.â Chan shrugged, but couldnât stop the little smile edging itself onto the corner of his mouth.
âOh, of course. Just to make sure everything is alright.â
âYeah, just for that.âÂ
I laughed, keeping it quiet hoping not to wake Jisung. âOh, I have something to give you. Actually two things.â I said, getting up from the couch. Chan watched me bring my backpack from his bedroom and sit back down next to him. He waited patiently as I dug through the bag. âHere is the first,â I said. Chanâs eyes widened when I pulled out the diamond necklace.
âBut, I havenât gotten you to Jeju yet?â I shrugged, placing it in his hands.Â
âYouâve already been through so much for me.â He looked from me to the jewels in his hands. He gently placed it on the coffee table, before pulling me close and kissing my cheek. âAnd... the second thing. Hold on.â I tried to hold back my grin as I pulled the silver chain out of my pocket.
âWhere in the world did you get this?â Chan said, as I delicately placed the necklace in his hand.
âJisung may have taught me a few things. Itâs from the booth you left me at.â He laughed and looked at the simple piece of jewelry. âItâs nothing much. I just saw it and thought of you. It can be something to remember me by.â
âBaby girl it will be near impossible to forget you.â I smiled as he traced his finger along my jaw, bringing me closer. His lips brushed over mine, sending butterflies into wild flight patterns in my stomach.
Chan pulled away, a soft smile lighting up his eyes. I watched as he draped the necklace over his neck. âWould you really come with me to Jeju?â He nodded, his grin growing as I cupped his cheek.
âGuys get a room. Some of us are trying to take a nap!â Jisung said throwing a cushion at us.
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I looked at the passport and ID in my lap. Changbin had done an incredible job. These looked immaculate. My fingers brushed over my imprinted picture. âYou take a pretty good photo,â Chan said, glancing over at me with a smile.Â
He sat beside me in the driverâs seat of the Porsche, watching the road. âIâm sure you do too.â Chan shook his head, checking the rearview mirror.
âNah. No pictures. Part of my job description.âÂ
âYou donât have any pictures of yourself?â I laughed bewildered, as he shook his head. Chan shrugged, pulling into the line for cars to board the ferry. âHow far away are we?â Chris let out a hefty sigh, dropping his hands from the steering wheel as we inched forward closer to the boat. His fingers reached over and held onto mine.
âUm...Iâd say about forty-five minutes on the boat and another twenty to get to the house.â Chan leaned his head against the seat, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. âYouâre almost there, Y/n.â I turned in my seat, leaning against the headrest.
âThank you, Chris. For everything.â The blonde shrugged it off, a shy smile spreading to his cheeks. Soon we made it onto the boat. Chan parked the Porsche near the bow of the ferry. With both our stomachs rumbling, Chan went up to the top deck before bringing us back down cheap slices of pizza.
The radio played softly while Chan and I laughed and ate the subpar pizza in his car. I giggled when Chris took one of the crusts from my plate and stuffed it in his mouth. âDonât steal my food!âÂ
âCan I steal something else then?â Chris said turning to the setting sun.
âIf youâre gonna say something cheesy like my heart, Iâll toss you over the railing.â
He laughed, taking my hand again. âFine, I wonât.â I played with the silver bands and rings around his fingers. It felt so normal to be with Chris. Everything about him felt...good. Wonderful. âPlease let me finish! Y/n I havenât been cheesy in so long.â He almost whined, bringing our hands up to his forehead.Â
âFine...â I groaned though a smile was still creeping its way onto my face. âWhat are you going to steal then?â I said cringing and closing my eyes. They opened when I felt his hand on my jaw.
âFirst I was thinking, a kiss...â His lips ghosted over mine, leaving a lasting sensation when he pulled away. âThen maybe another...â His lips pressed against mine again, his thumb running over the back of my hand. His forehead rested against mine. âWhy donât you just give me your heart?â He whispered,
âWhy should I do that, pretty boy?âÂ
He smiled, glancing at the sunset before his eyes looked back into my own. âBecause you already have mine.â My teeth dragged across my bottom lip, desperately trying to hide the grin I was threatening to give him. Tilting my head, I pressed a kiss to his cheek and then again on his jaw.Â
âDo I really now?â Chan nodded his head softly. His eyes twinkling in the setting sun. âWell, that was fast,â I whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.
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The sun was almost gone from the sky when we pulled up to the house in Jeju. I was surprised to find it right on the beach. The house was lined with huge windows on every side facing the ocean. âChan, you canât be serious right? This is yours?âÂ
I watched him come around to my side of the Porsche. âNope. Itâs not mine.â He said wrapping his arms around me from behind. He smelled like cinnamon. His long fingers wrapped around mine before pressing something into my palm. âItâs yours, baby girl.â
Opening my hand, I saw a set of keys. âChan this house...it must have cost a small fortune. I canât take this from you.â He shrugged, kissing my shoulder.Â
âIâve got the one in Itaewon. The apartment in Gwanak. And maybe...a small place in Bora Bora.â
âExcuse me?âÂ
âCome on! Letâs go inside and see your new house!â Chan said dragging me inside. I laughed and let him pull me inside. He showed me every inch of the house. It was bright and open and gorgeous. I covered my mouth as Chan led me out into the sunroom. The walls were entirely windows and stairs to the right led down to the waterfront. âYou like it?â Chan asked.
I turned to see him standing in the doorway holding a bottle and two glasses. âWhat is this?â I asked with a laugh. He smiled and sat on the day bed on the porch.Â
âThis,â He said popping the bottle open. âThis is your housewarming party.â I watched with a smile as he poured me a glass of champagne. His fingers brushed against mine as I took the flute. âI know itâs not the parties youâre used to.â
I took a small sip of the bubbly drink and smiled. âAre you kidding?â I said, standing between Chanâs legs and looking down at him as he poured his own glass and took a drink. âThis is the best party Iâve ever been to.â
The waves crashed on the beach behind us. A cool breeze blew through some of the opened windows, but I felt warm near Chan, his hands around my waist. âYouâre just saying that cause Iâm here,â Chan whispered.
âSo what if I am. Itâs the truth.â I said running a hand through his hair.Â
âCome here, baby.â He whispered, pulling me down onto his lap. I took another sip from the champagne, before reaching across Chan and setting it on a table. âF***, youâre beautiful.â He whispered, pushing a piece of hair away from my face. I smiled, draping my arms around his neck.Â
âYou keep saying things like that and Iâm going to have to keep you here with me.âÂ
âDo you see me leaving?âÂ
He smiled when my fingers carded through his blonde locks. His arms wrapped tightly around me, pulling him closer to me than I thought possible. My lips reached down for his desperate for even more of his touch.Â
I felt a cool breeze on my back as Chanâs hands pushed up the hem of my shirt. I shivered feeling his hands on my bare skin. His lips attacked mine as if I was the only thing in this world keeping him alive. I let my fingers drag down his chest. He smiled against me, feeling me play with the hem of his shirt.
His teeth dragged over my bottom lip giving me goosebumps. My hands traveled under his shirt. I was surprised to feel so much muscle under my hands as they rested on his stomach. Chan smirked before he turned his attention to my neck.Â
Having had enough of the barrier between myself and Chan I tugged his shirt off, holding onto him tightly as he marked my neck. âChan...â I whispered, bringing my lips back to his.Â
âSh**,âÂ
Chan let out a content sigh and pushed me down onto the cushion of the day bed. âHow about...we move this somewhere...you know....not outside?â I said between heated kisses from the man above me. He nodded before kissing down my jaw. âChan, did you hear me?â I asked the breath leaving my chest feeling his teeth graze my skin.
âSorry...I got a little distracted,â Chan admitted with a smile. I laughed feeling Chan pick me up. âInto your house, we go!â I laughed as he carried me in his arms through the dark living room and down the hall. The master bedroom was full of moonlight from the huge windows on the far wall. I screeched as Chris tossed me onto the big bed.Â
âCHAN!âÂ
He laughed and jumped onto the bed. I smiled as his lips rejoined with mine. His body fit perfectly into all the curves of my own. I sighed against his lips feeling his hips press down against mine. I tangled my fingers in his hair pulling on the blonde locks.Â
I watched the moon glisten over the ocean before my eyes closed, the only thing on my lips the name of the man with me.
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Jaeâs POV
My fingers drummed against the wood of the desk. Not my desk. No. I didnât get a desk. This was the desk of an old friend. A friend who was late to meet with Dowoon and me. âWasnât he supposed to be here an hour ago?â Dowoon said, messing with some of the books on a shelf.Â
I kept my feet propped up on the desk and my stare focused on the door. To keep myself busy I had been disassembling and reassembling my firearm and timing myself. âDonât worry. He owes me more than one favor.â I said slamming the gun down on the desk.
The door creaked open and both our eyes shot to the door. âWoah! You guys scared me. Jae, you look like the f***ing Grim Reaper himself.â
âI will be if I donât find her. Then, believe me, Wonpil, if I donât find her and kill that bastard; then there will be too many souls for the gates of heaven to hold.â In the corner of my eye, I saw Dowoon shiver.
âDude.....thatâs creepy,â Wonpil said, tossing a folder onto his desk.
âJae just really loves Y/n,â Dowoon said with a dopey smile.
I rolled my eyes and picked the gun up off the desk. âWhat did you find?â Wonpil stat on the edge of the table, casting me a side glance. Dowoon picked up the file my friend entered with.
âI planted a bug on her, but one of the dudes with her snagged it.â Wonpil got up and shooed me from his chair. Reluctantly I complied. He stuck a flash drive from his pocket into his computer.Â
âThe guy who took the bug- dark hair, foreign-looking?â I asked.
âNo.â He said opening up a program. âBoth of the guys with her were blonde. She also went by a different name. She called herself Jessica.â I sighed, rubbing my temples. Chan had definitely gotten in her head.
âSh**.â
âYouâre really not gonna like this. One of the guys she was with- she called him her boyfriend. Not gonna lie, she looked happy.â Everyone jumped when my fist slammed into the nearest wall.
Taking a few deep breaths, I calmed myself down and waited for Wonpil to access whatever file he wanted to show me. âThe bug should still be going, though.â With a few clicks, Wonpil started playing a live feed.
The sound of two male voices filled the office. âDude...Iâm gonna miss Y/n so much!!â One yelled. Wonpil sighed.
âThatâs one of the guys she was with. Not her boyfriend, the other one.â Wonpil stated.
âDonât worry, Sung. Chan will be back from Jeju any day now. He just went with her to make sure she settled in alright.â I pushed myself off the wall I was leaning in. She was in Jeju. With Chan. I was fuming.Â
âAre you sure she was taken?â Wonpil asked. âBecause it sounds to me like she was paying these guys to take her.â Dowoon laughed and poked Wonpilâs shoulder.
âNo way. Y/n loved her life in the penthouse.âÂ
Wonpil shrugged and continued to listen to the live feed. âDo you even know where is place is in Jeju?â The rougher voice asked. The one called âSungâ laughed.Â
âOf course not. That was Chanâs special place. He never took anyone there.â
âAnd heâs just giving it to her?â
I sighed rubbing my eyes. âOkay, can you track this thing?â I asked looking over Wonpilâs shoulder. He nodded and tapped away on the keyboard. Impatiently I waited to see where these little sh**s were hiding.
âLooks like the bug is in an apartment complex near Seoul University,â Wonpil said pointing at the screen. I nodded to Dowoon, who took the file from earlier and stuffed it in his jacket.
âThanks, Wonpil. Weâve got some business to take care of.â
â
Y/nâs POV
Three days had passed. Three incredible, wonderful, magical days. All spent with Chan. Spent drinking wine on the beach, spent making homemade dinners in the amazing kitchen, spent in bed where Chris whispered sweet nothings into my ear as I fell asleep.
I opened my eyes to be greeted with the morning light seeping in through the large windows of my bedroom. I sat up in bed watching the waves crash against the sand. This was my life now, I thought a sleepy smile spreading across my face.
I looked beside me to see Chan missing from his side of the bed. âChan?â I called out. Maybe he was in the kitchen. âBabe?â My bare feet pressed against the cool wood floor and I grabbed Chanâs black shirt from off the floor. The fabric brushed against my thighs as I walked into the kitchen.
âChris?â
âOut here, baby girl,â I followed Chanâs voice out into the sunroom. He sat on the day bed most of the windows cracked open and the doors were propped letting the warm morning breeze flow through the room. His blonde hair blew slightly in the wind. âHi, baby.â He said setting down a coffee mug.
âWhat are you drinking?â I said crawling over him and nuzzling into his side.Â
âTea. You want some?âÂ
I shrugged feeling his arm wrap around me. âIâll get some later.â I closed my eyes and enjoyed being next to him. He sighed as I ran my fingers up and down his chest softly.Â
âIs that my shirt?âÂ
âMaybe...â
âIt looks good on you.â He whispered, placing a kiss on the top of my head. I draped my leg over his and rested my head on his chest. âDid you sleep well?â His arm wrapped tightly around my back, rubbing my side. I nodded and looked up at him.
âWhat were you doing out here?â
âI was trying to get in touch with the boys,â Chan said pulling out his phone. âJisung isnât answering my calls, which isnât far from normal.â He sighed and scrolled through various text messages. âBut, neither is Changbin.â His brows furrowed and he placed his phone next to the mug.
âDo you need to leave early? To check on them.â
âYou couldnât rid of me if you tried.âÂ
I laughed looking up at him. âYou keep saying things like that, but how do I know youâll actually do it?â He scoffed and sat up. I scooched upward so I could still lay on his chest.Â
âYou see that out there,â Chan said pointing out into the ocean. âThat whatever is out there.â He smiled, looking down at me before he turned back to the sea. âJapan, the Philipines, whatever is in that direction. I would swim there and back if you asked me to, without hesitation.â
âYou donât know whatâs in that direction?â I said with a laugh.
âY/n you are missing my point!â Chan said chuckling.
âNo, I get it. I was just teasing you, Chris.â Leaning up I pressed my lips to his. Chan smiled and pulled me fully on top of him. His fingers tangled themselves in my hair. I felt his heartbeat going crazy against my hand. âI donât think Iâve ever been happier than I am now,â I whispered against his lips.
âYou make me happy,â Chan whispered, looking up at me. âI swear if you tell the boys I ever said something like that Iâll be so embarrassed.â I giggled watching him cover his face, hiding the blush growing on his cheeks.
âDonât worry, I wo-â
I was cut off by a crash coming from inside the house. Both our heads shot towards the sound. âDid you leave something on the edge of the counter?â Chan asked staring at the door leading back into the house. His grip on my waist tightened when I shook my head.
âNo...Chan, whatâs going on?â
The door burst open and I screamed seeing Dowoon aiming his gun at the both of us. âJae they are out here!â He called back into the house.Â
âDowoon!â I screeched, pulling down Chanâs shirt further over my legs. Before I could say anything else, Dowoon grabbed Chan roughly by the arm and pulled him away and into the house. âLet him go! Dowoon!â I screamed and pounded on the manâs back.Â
My eyes widened as he threw Chan down onto the floor in the living room. Right at the feet of Park Jae. The man who used to make my heart skip a beat. Now I was furious. âChan!â I screamed, holding onto him.Â
âIâm fine, just stay behind me.â He whispered to me, getting up. Chan stood tall, though his height was no match for the whopping half a foot Jae had on him. I did as Chan told me, sending a glare at Jae from behind Chris, my fingers holding tightly onto his arm.
âReally, Y/n. Youâre with this guy!?â Jae screamed pointing his gun at Chan. âWhat about us?â Jae said quieting down. He looked genuinely hurt.Â
âJae it wouldnât have worked...â Chan laced his fingers with mine, still keeping his eyes on Jae and Dowoon.Â
âLook, Jae...I remember you from a couple years ago. This isnât you. Letâs put the gun down and handle this like men.â Chan said with a calm tone. Jae scoffed.Â
âFine.â Jae tossed his gun to Dowoon and nodded to him. âLetâs settle this like men.â I heard the sound of his fist making contact with Chanâs face before I saw it. Chan reacted immediately pushing Jae off him before landing a punch of his own.Â
My eyes widened when I heard the front door opened. During the scuffle, Dowoon had exited and was now dragging in two men. âHEY MAN WATCH IT! I bruise easily.â I would know that voice anywhere.
âJisung?â His blonde head turned to me eyes wide.
âY/n! Y/n, save me from this Mad Monkey Man!âÂ
âCHAN STOP! They have Ji and Bin!â Chanâs eyes widened and he looked up to see his friends being held by Dowoon. I pulled him off of Jae, who stood up and dusted off his suit. He smirked seeing our reaction to the boys. Jae shrugged off his jacket and turned to our friends. Even Bin looked a little scared. âJae, leave them out of this.âÂ
âI canât do that Y/n. I know for a fact...this one,â He said grabbing the back of Jisungâs hair and lifting up his head. âWas seen helping you make a getaway in Gwanak and he was at the house in Itaewon.â Jisung struggled against Jaeâs grip. âGave Dowoon quite the scar on his cheek.â I turned to see in fact Dowoon had a fresh scar on his left cheek.
I let out a short scream as Jaeâs fist flew across Jisungâs face. My friend glared up at him and spat on the floor, a dark red substance falling from his lips. âdonât hurt him.â Jaeâs eyes widened and a surprised smile spread over his face.
âWell, seems both men have got you wrapped around their finger, Y/n.â He said taking Jisungâs face in his hand. âThe question is,â He said turned to me and reaching behind him. âWhich one matters more to you?â Jae pulled out another gun and aimed it at Chan. Dowoon pulled his out as well and pressed it against Jiâs temple.Â
In the corner of my eye, I saw Chanâs hand move behind him and reach into the lampshade. When his hand reappeared he was grasping a gun. I held onto his arm and shook my head ânoâ. Chan watched as I stepped between him and the barrel of the gun.Â
Jae scoffed. âYouâve got her brainwashed pretty well, donât you?â I scowled and stood still staring down the barrel of the gun. I knew he wouldnât fire if I was standing between him and his target. âYou probably tried to take advantage of her. Luckily sheâs not dumb enough to fall for that sort of f***ing scam.âÂ
I heard Chan scoff behind me and I shot him a look. He ignored it, however, stepping forward. âReally?â He asked with a smile, listing his head. âFrom what I remember...she came on to me.â I could see Jae getting angrier and angrier. âMan, you should have been here the past few days. Things were pretty crazy,â Chan said with a smirk.
âD**MMMMMM BRO! THATâS COLD!â Jisung laughed. Another punch from Jae silenced him.
âYouâve got a right to be jealous,â Chan said, grasping my hand. That was the last straw. Jae launched at Chan, taking him to the flower. Dowoon, thoroughly confused as to what was going on, dropped Changbin and Jisung. Bin ran over near me, wanting to be as far away from Dowoon as possible. Jisung on the other hand stayed over there, enthralled by the fight.
âYES. STEAL HIS GIRL CHAN! SHOW HIM WHOâS BOSS!â
âJisung, dude, she wasnât his in the first place,â Bin said narrowing his eyes at our friend. Jisung looked from me and then back to the fight.
â.......KICK HIS ASS, HYUNG!âÂ
Both boys rolled around on the floor throwing punches and wrestling for dominance. âStop it!â I screamed pulling on Jaeâs shirt. âStop!â They kept on fighting, not hearing me over Jisungâs trash talk to Jae and his cheers fro Chan. âThatâs it.âÂ
My eyes scanned the room for something relatively heavy. I raced over to the end table and grabbed the purple object before slamming it against the back of Jaeâs head. âENOUGH!â I screamed. All the boys stopped what they were doing and stared at me, eyes wide with fear.
âChan you were right....what is with your girlfriend and candles...â Jisung whispered to his friend who lay at his feet. Chan looked up and then let his head drop to the floor. I looked to see a Black Cherry Merlot candle in my hand, the lavender tinted glass cracked from the impact of Jaeâs cranium.Â
Jae rolled off of Chan and held the back of his head. âEnough. Stop this madness. I have had it up to here with you all.â Dowoon flinched at my yelling and I almost felt bad. Jisung helped Chan up from the floor and I dragged Jae by his ear to the kitchen.Â
âOw, ow, ow, ow, ow...â He whined all the way.
âShut up and listen okay?â Jae nodded and silently watched me grab a bag of frozen peas from the freezer. âIâm not going back with you,â His eyes saddened and he opened his mouth to say something but I stopped him. âI left on purpose. I hated it there. I wasnât living my own life. I felt like I was locked up in a prison.âÂ
Jae nodded and pressed the vegetable bag to the back of his head. âSo, you really love him?â He looked broken. I still loved Jae, very much. But, not in the way that I used to. His head fell when I nodded. âYour dad is going to kill me, you do know that right?â There was a tiny laugh in his voice, but the words were more true than I would have liked to believe.
âGive me your phone.âÂ
He passed me his phone and I scrolled through the contacts until I found my father. I waited, arms crossed for him to pick up. âJae! Have you found my baby girl?â My fatherâs voice exclaimed through the phone.
âHi, daddy!â I said, looking around the mess of my new house. Changbin was helping Chan and Jisung was having a sort of staring contest with Dowoon. He flinched away when Dowoon uncrossed his arms. I tried not to laugh.
âY/n! My darling! Please tell me you are coming home.â
âDaddy, I love you,â I started. He went quiet hearing those words.Â
âYou arenât coming home are you?â I shook my head before telling him what he didnât want to hear. I told him all about my deal with Chan and how he kept me safe until he got me to Jeju. I told him about how I never expected to fall in love with someone like him, but it happened.Â
âIâm happy, Dad.â I heard a slow sigh on the other end of the call. I could just picture my father rubbing his temples in his study.Â
âIf you are happy and you are safe... then I trust you.â I smiled hearing those words. I wanted to jump and scream and sing all around the house. I wanted to run into the ocean and bask in the sunlight. âPlease promise me, that you will come visit us.âÂ
I agreed and told him I loved him before hanging up the phone and giving it back to Jae. âWould you and Dowoon like to stay for lunch? Chan and I were going to grill some shrimp and other stuff.â Jae seemed shocked by the offer.Â
âThat would be nice.â I smiled and patted his shoulder.Â
âThe bathroom is just down the hall, but Iâm sure Jisung would also like to clean up his face...so I would run.â He gave me a confused look. âHe is a strong supporter of âdibsâ. So, I would run before he calls it.â Jae nodded and turned to leave.Â
My hand on his wrist stopped him. âJae, Iâm really sorry. About us. About everything.â He gave me a tight-lipped smile and placed a hand on my shoulder.Â
âItâs okay. As long as you're happy with...Chan...then I am happy for you.âÂ
I smiled and reached up to give him a hug. âNow go before Jisung calls dibs.â He smiled and walked down the hall, breaking into a sprint when he saw Jisung was doing the same.Â
â
Chan and I watched from the sunroom as Jisung and Changbin pushed each other around on the beach. Jae and Dowoon had left after lunch. Now the sun was setting and Chan was grilling up some more food while I sat and talked to him. I laughed watching Changbin throttle Jisung into the ocean.
âHow into this are you?â Chan asked flipping some vegetables over on the grill. I gave him a lopsided grin and stood from the daybed. I wrapped my arms around his waist feeling the muscles beneath his tank top.
âInto what? This? Us?â He nodded. I pretended to think about it, making him smile. I let my lips trail down his shoulder. âVery.â
âYouâre saying that you want to be my partner in crime?â I rose a brow and he gave me a nervous laugh. âOkay, semi-legal partner in crime.â I laughed and kissed his shoulder again.Â
âLetâs start with âgirlfriendâ before I break the law with you.â He smiled and closed the grill.Â
A scream called our attention back to the beach. I was relieved to just see Jisung running away from Changbin. Unfortunately, Jisung wasnât fast enough and Changbin had his hands around his shoulders, shoving Ji down under the waves.
âIâm friends with literal children.â
 âYes, yes you are.â He leaned down and pressed a heated kiss onto my lips. I was seriously falling in love with this man. âWhat do you want to do now, handsome?â I smirked seeing him roll his eyes, but a rosy blush tinted his ears.Â
âI donât know,â He shrugged.
âSomething good? Something bad?â I played with the ends of his hair before kissing the corner of his lips. âBit of both? Whatever you want, pretty boy.â Chan sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist. His eyes turned to the sunset, twinkling in the light.Â
âBit of both then.â He said with a smirk, leaning in for another kiss.
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rich kid runaways (ft. yuexzukoxtoph friendship)
for my 100 Followers Celebration - credit to @aroacebitchboi for this amazing idea!
zuko faces his father in the agni kai, and when he is told what he must do in order to be welcome in his homeland again, he just says âfuck thisâ and runs away.
heâs not sure where heâs gonna go, just that he has to get out, and fast, because his dadâs gonna kill him. like. for real. so he stows away on a fire navy ship headed Literally Anywhere Else (and maybe the soldiers donât care! because heâs 13 and hurting children is a disgrace! maybe they sneak him food and blankets idk!)
yue, meanwhile, in the north pole, has just been told she is going to enter an arranged marriage for the good of her people when she turns 16. respectfully, she asks her father what exactly this marriage will do, politically speaking. the north isnât at war with itself, in fact theyâre more united than ever. maybe if it were a southern water tribe boy, sure, but no, itâs going to be a northern boy.
her father just tells her itâs imperative to the stability of the tribe that they uphold tradition. yue, realizing this is bullshit, even at the tender age of 13, says âfuck thisâ, and runs away.
she is all but screwed without waterbending or any practical survival knowledge - except, sheâs been chosen by the moon spirit. when she steals a boat and heads south, the moon takes pity on its ward and keeps her safe, at least on her waterbound journey. once she lands on the northern shores of the earth kingdom, yue depends on the kindness of strangers to survive.
zuko, meanwhile, is angry and mistrustful and afraid when he ends up on the western shores of the earth kingdom, and he depends entirely on his determination to survive. he learns to live off the land the hard way, and avoids major cities and towns for fear of being found out as a firebender. of course, if heâs ever spotted, heâs regarded with pity and empathy because of the festering burn on his face, but zuko doesnât realize that.
yue never stays in one place too long, bouncing from family to family and learning more skills in a few months than she was ever taught in her whole life up north. she cooks and cleans and sews, yes, but she also farms and skins hunted animals and does house repairs. she is happily taken into homes because of her ability to heal - though never a waterbender, yue still learned basic healing with the other northern women, and can manage even bad wounds all on her own.
afraid sheâll be recognized by her vibrant hair, however, yue continues her journey south, considering running to the south pole for sanctuary. she wonders how their women are treated. zuko, meanwhile, lives alone in the wilderness most of the time, and moves very slowly up the west coast.
theyâre 14 when their paths cross. three fire nation soldiers harass yue while sheâs journeying along a rural road, asking her for a made-up toll. usually trading in work, yue has no money to speak of. the soldiers threaten violence, and, though he is afraid of being caught by his countrymen, zuko was never one to let bullies have power over the innocent.
he emerges from the forest, swords in hand, attacking the soldiers. at first it seems like he has the upper hand - and then he stumbles, and the soldiers laugh and pull him up to beat him. zuko panics and relies on instinct - firebending at the soldiers and burning them badly. they run away yelling, and zuko panics, certain that heâll be caught out. he goes to run, but yue stops him.
âyouâre hurt,â she says, pointing to where heâd been cut by the soldiersâ swords. âplease, let me help you. itâs the least i can do.â
âyouâre not scared of me?â zuko asks in confusion, looking around wildly, afraid his father will pop out of the trees and strike him down.
âyou saved me,â yue says, just as confused, because between the rescue and the obvious burn mark, she doesnât really think this boy would have any reason to hurt her. also heâs kinda shrimpy, and yue, who has built up some strength through hard work, is pretty sure she could take him. âcome on, i have some herbs. is there clean water nearby?â
shocked that anyone in the earth kingdom wouldnât call for zukoâs arrest on the spot, zuko leads yue to a stream in the forest. yue silently patches his wounds, and then eventually asks if she can get a look at his eye. apart from the initial work of the fire nation healers, zuko hadnât really done much to treat his eye, and itâs so badly crusted he can barely see out of it. when yue reaches for him, he jerks away.
âi donât need your help!â he snaps, standing and shaking himself off. âif it werenât for you, i wouldnât be in this situation to begin with.â
âexcuse me.â says yue, standing as well, because who is he to talk to her that way? âi didnât ask you for help, you chose to do that. and youâre mad at those soldiers, not me, so why donât you try being a little nicer?â
they stare at each other furiously for a moment. then yue sighs and says âi think i can help you with your eye, so that you can see. let me do that and iâll leave you alone.â
itâs painful, and a very slow process, but with water warmed by zukoâs bending (âjust heat up the water.â âsomeone could see!â âweâre in the middle of a literal forest! whoâs spying! the frogs???â) and a few medicinal herbs, yue manages to clear away most of the crust and dead skin over zukoâs eye. when he finally opens it again, heâs shocked to find that he can see.
âwell, i wonât bother you anymore,â yue says huffily, moving to leave the forest. as she does, she realizes she doesnât know where the heck she is. zukoâs still marveling at how different the world looks with two eyes.
âumm, which way is out?â yue asks him. zuko snaps back to reality and says âoh, um. iâll show you.â because he is, admittedly, grateful.
of course, when they try to leave the forest, they run into bandits and barely escape. then yue reccomends they take a country road, and zuko reluctantly agrees, except they run into more bandits. after the fourth round of bandits in two weeks, theyâre convinced theyâve been cursed with bad luck.
âcan we just go to a town or a city?â yue asks, panting from their desperate escape. âweâre not having much luck living in the wild.â
âi was fine until you showed up!â zuko retorts, panting as well. âfine! then iâll leave!â yue yells back.
âwait,â zuko says, and yue turns, tapping her foot impatiently. âiâm sorry,â zuko says, to yueâs shock, because if her few weeks with this kid who calls himself lee has taught her anything, itâs that he does not apologize. âi donât really...understand, um, local people and-â
âlet me do the talking,â yue says, gentle as always, reaching for zukoâs arm. he smiles at her, a real, happy smile, and they make their way to the nearest earth kingdom town.
after that, yue and zuko are inseparable. they argue a lot, naturally, but they become good friends, too. yue says she always wanted a sibling, zuko says he always wanted a different sibling, so itâs nice, to have each other. without going into too much detail, they bond over their shared experiences of pre-determined destinies and overbearing parental figures (âmy father said i have to get married for the good of the people! what does that even mean?â âtell me about it, my father got mad that i talked out of turn, so he tried to kill me.â â...he what?â âhahaha just kidding thatâs not a normal thing that happens.â) no matter how scary it gets, they agree, the earth kingdom makes them feel freer than they ever have before.
does the food they cook suck because theyâve never had to cook in their lives? yes. do they sometimes put all four feet in their mouths because of how they speak to the poor people of the earth kingdom? yes. have they ticked off a lot of fellow teenagers for acting bratty? yes. (âwhat, so, you donât have palaces around here?â yue asks. âyeah, where are the royal gardens?â zuko asks. âleave before we rock your shit.â says Every Teenager They Meet.) but at the end of the day, theyâre happy.
at 15 they reach a city called gaoling. by now they can both do enough odd jobs that they always have some pocket money on them, although yue still struggles to behave in a way that isnât dainty and delicate, and zuko still struggles with basic social skills.
theyâre getting ready to move along, when theyâre stopped by a girl. sheâs young, about 11, and entirely blind. sheâs being chased by a loud crowd, who seem to be just around the corner.
âplease!â the girl says. âhelp hide me! theyâre after me! i think theyâre going to kidnap me!â yue and zuko, who are the captains of the child-protection-squad, immediately move to protect the girl.
âthis way!â zuko says, and the three of them run down narrow streets and alleyways, in and around shops, until theyâre stopped at the city gate by the mob going after the girl.
âalright, kid,â the leader, a tall, buff man with long greasy hair says. âyouâve stolen from us for the last time.â
âhow many time do i have to tell you?â the girl bellows, much different than her sweet and innocent pleas from before. âi won fair and square! youâre just mad because you got your butt kicked by a little girl!â
before zuko and yue can even react, the girl pummels the mob of men with an avalanche of rocks, and then launches the earth theyâre standing on into the air, landing them far outside of the city limits in a dizzying display.
âwoo! that was awesome!â the girl says gleefully pumping her arms. zuko and yue are both trying to wrap their heads around what just happened. âthanks for the help. not that i needed it, i just didnât want my parentsâ guards to see me bending...i wasnât really planning on running away, but, i mean, i doubt theyâll even notice iâm gone-â
âjust a second,â yue says, collecting herself. zukoâs jaw is still hanging open. âwho are you?â
the girl grins smugly. ânameâs toph. who are you?â
i cannot fully express how much i love this idea. top-notch. god-tier. thank you again!
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Caught In Between 16. False Promises
Summary: Athena Dumont has finally found a place to call home after many years of foster homes and traveling. She had finally tamed her supernatural side and just wanted to live a normal teenage life. She quickly discovers that there is nothing normal about her hometown, Mystic Falls and gets sucked right back into the supernatural world.
Post Date: 09.01.20
Word count: 2.7k
Based off: 03x13Â âBring Out the Deadâ
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The next few days I stayed in my room as I continually heard Klaus making visits to the Salvatores. I wanted to stay out of the mess, to keep my temptations towards Klaus at bay. But clearly that didnât work as I heard a knock at my door. And to no surprise at all it was Klaus.
âWhat?â I ask as soon as I notice itâs Klaus.
âI just wanted to see how mon petit tournesol is doing. Iâm sure after our little conversion the other day, youâve had a lot to think about. Iâm sure thatâs why youâve locked yourself up here,â He says looking around my room.
âStop, Klaus. Stop with the nickname, stop with the taunting and stop trying to win me over. You killed the people I cared about like Iâve said a million times already, I canât forgive you for that,â I say feeling the rage boil inside of me.
âYou canât fight it forever,â He says clearly gesturing to the sire bond. âI just wanted to come and tell you that I just finished renovating and that Iâve made a room for you there. Youâre always welcome,â He says before walking off. I quickly shut the door hoping that I can just ignore what just happened.
The next day I kept myself locked into my room all-day again. And again I heard a knock on my door, âKlaus, I told y--oh Damon. What do you want?â I ask noticing that it was him and not Klaus.
âWait Klaus visited you? Nevermind that, get dressed in something nice, were going to a little dinner party,â Damon explains.
âAnd what makes you think thatâd drag me out of here?â I question crossing my arms.
âI think youâd actually like to come to this one,â Damon responds.
âYouâre not gonna tell me who weâre having dinner with?â I ask.
âI think youâd like to find out for yourself. Not get ready weâre leaving in 15,â Damon says walking off.
I find a semi-casual outfit for the dinner and head downstairs to wait to leave. Once everyone was ready we head over to wherever weâre going. Once we make it to the door, Stefan rings the bell. And to my complete surprise, the most unexpected person opened the door.
âElijah?â I question as I feel my eyes start to tear up a bit.
âNiklaus, our guests have arrived,â He smiles.Â
Damon, Stefan, and I walked inside the house to find Klaus standing in the dining room, âDamon. Stefan. Athena,â Klaus says acknowledging our presence.
âIâm sorry. But can I steal Elijah for a little,â I say choking on my words a bit.
âOf course, Iâm sure you two have lots to talk about,â Klaus responds as Damon and Stefan nod.
âWe wonât be long,â I say and pull Elijah back outside and shut the door. The first thing I do is throw myself into his arms.
âIâm so glad youâre ok,â I say feeling a slight weight lift off my chest.
âMe too. Iâm glad youâre safe,â He responds pulling away.
âIâm sorry I couldnât keep him at bay. I tried my best but he just kept pressing. And now he made me a hybrid and Iâm trying to fight this sire bond as hard as I can but itâs getting--â I start to word vomit and feel tears fall down my cheeks.
âAthena...Athena. Itâs ok. I know you only did the best you could. You still kept your promise. But more than anything Iâm glad youâre not hurt,â He says with his soothing voice.
âI missed you,â I smile.
âI missed you too. Now letâs get in there and have a lovely dinner, ok?â He says wiping the tears from my cheeks. We head back inside and find Stefan and Damon still standing in the hall.
âAh, theyâre back. Now we can discuss the terms of our agreement like civilized men,â Klaus says.Â
âItâs better to indulge him,â Elijah says walking into the dining room.
âI didnât come here to eat, Klaus. In fact, I didnât want to come here at all. But I was told, I had to causeâ you would hear us out,â Stefan says making his way to Klaus whose standing in the dining room.
âHmm. Well, we can still sit and eat. Or I can reach down your throats and pull out your insides. Choice is yours,â Klaus then comes to me and presses his hand on the lower part of my back and leads me to my seat. I donât pull away or act out to keep the peace, but feel my self become tense at the comment he made.Â
He then sits beside me, soon enough everyone else sits down. I have Elijah on the other side of me while the Slavatores are across from me. Clearly a show of who I belong to, even though Iâd rather not even be here.Â
Their little servants pour us some wine as we start to eat, âThank you, love. Hmm,â Damon says to the woman pouring his glass.
âYou lost your appetite,â Elijah points out Stephan, who hasnât touched his food.
âEat. I thought we agreed that we would leave the grumpy Stefan at home,â Damon says. After a few moments of thinking, Stefan picks up his utensils.
âThatâs the spirit,â Klaus says back. âIsnât this nice? The five of us dining together. Such a treat. Is this what you had in mind when you pulled the dagger out of my brother?â Klaus asks.
âWell, I know what he felt about you, so I figured, the more...the merrier,â Damon responds.
âIâm glad you brought Athena along as well. Although you seem to be very quiet, love,â Klaus says putting his attention to me.
âWell, I didnât think this is where Iâd be tonight,â I respond.
âIâm sure this is a nice change of pace though. After locking yourself up the last couple of days,â Klaus smiles, but I continue to eat ignoring the rest of Klausâ comments. âWell, Elijah and I had our share of quarrels over the centuries, but we always make it through,â Klaus states looking at Elijah on the other side of me.
âKind of like, uh, you and Rebekah, right? Where is she, by the way? Last I checked she was still daggered because you were afraid to face her.â Stefan states.
âIf youâre referring to the fact that Rebekah knows I killed out mother...Iâve already come clean to Elijah,â Klaus explains.
âHey, Stef, remember when you killed dad? Might want to dial down the judgment till dessert,â Damon says clearly getting annoyed.
âWeâre here to make a deal, Damon. Doesnât mean we need to kiss his ass. For seven courses,â Stefan responds.
âIâm just saying we have a long evening ahead of us. Pace yourself,â Damon says back a bit calmer.
âStefan, where is the lovely Elena tonight?â Elijah asks breaking a bit of the tension.
âI donât know. Ask Damon,â Stefan answers.
âIâm sorry, you missed so much,â Klaus says laughing. âAh, trouble in paradise,â Klaus smiles.
âOne more word about Elena, and uh, this dinner is over,â Stefan threatens.
âYou know what, probably best just to keep Elena in the do not discuss pile,â I say finally speaking up.
âYouâre probably right,â Klaus agrees and takes a bite of his food. âItâs just the allure of the Petrova doppelganger is still so strong. What do you say, brother? Should we tell them about Tatia?â Klaus says clearly not letting the topic go.
âNow why should we discuss matters long since resolved?â Elijah asks tossing his napkin on the table.
âWell, given their shared affection for both Elena and Katerina. And of course Athenaâs care for Elena, I think our guests might be curious to learn about the originator of the Petrova line,â Klaus states.
âWell, weâre not going anywhere, Elijah. Please, do tell.â Damon responds clearly wanting to indulge in the two brothers.
âWhen our family first settled here, there was a girl named Tatia. She was an exquisite beauty. Every boy of age desired to be her suitor. Even though sheâd had a child by another man. And none loved her more than Niklaus,â Elijah says. I look over to Klaus in surprise that he could actually love someone besides me, which I still didnât believe to be true.
âOh, Iâd say there was one who loved her at least as much,â Klaus says looking up from his downward stare.
âWait a minute, so you both loved the same girl?â Stefan chuckles.
âOur mother was a very powerful witch. She sought to end our feud over Tatia, and so she took her. And Klaus and I would later learn that it was Tatiaâs blood that we consumed in the wine on the night where our mother performed the spell which turned us into vampires. Tatia wouldnât make a decision between the two of us, so for a time, Niklaus and I...grew estranged. Harsh words were traded. We even came to blows. Didnât we, brother?â Elijah asks not wanting to tell the whole story himself.
âBut in the end, we recognized the sacred bond of family,â Klaus finishes the story.
âFamily above...all,â Elijah adds picking up his wine glass.
âFamily above all,â Klaus picks up his own and looks at me to do the same. I look between the brothers as they gestured for me to do a toast with them. But I just lean back and let them do so.
âSo why donât we move this evening along and discuss the terms of this proposal?â Elijah asks as the servers remove our plates.
âWell, itâs very simple. Klaus gets his coffin back. In exchange, he and the original extended family, leave Mystic Falls forever. Me, Stefan, and Elena live happily ever after, no grudges,â Damon explains.
âI think youâre forgetting another part of your proposal. And sheâs sitting right here,â Klaus quickly says gesturing to me.
âOk, if you want to hear what I want to say. I want to be left alone. To make my own choices. Thatâs all I want,â I state.
âDeal sounds fair, brother,â Elijah states.
âI donât think you understand. I canât do that because Elenaâs doppelganger blood ensures that I will always have more hybrids to fight those that oppose me. And Iâm sure my brother can agree to this, but we canât lose you again, Athena. Youâre family. I will never leave them behind,â Klaus states and gets out of his seat.Â
âLetâs say I do leave Elena here, under your protection. What then? How long before one of you turns her into a vampire? Or worse. How long before she dies. Caught between your feuding? You see, each one of you truly believes that youâre the one that can protect her. And that is simply a delusion. Gentlemen...the worst thing for Elena Gilbert is...the two of you,â Klaus states looking at the Salvatores. âAnd Athena. If you stay here. Whoâs to say you wonât feel the pull to us. Youâre sired to me, youâll want to be with me. Iâm sure youâre feeling that pull right now. And I know you care for my brother and Iâm sure he canât bear to leave you either,â Klaus finishes. I stay silent not wanting to provoke anyone as he just smiles at me.
âIâm going to get some air,â Damon says and leaves the table.
âLet me deal with this,â Elijah then follows Damon.
âMmm. Hmmm. All this talk has made me thirsty. What do you two say? Can I interest you in a little after-dinner drink?â Klaus asks biting into one of the servants. âMmm. Delicious. Aged to perfection,â Klaus says pulling away from the womanâs neck and letting her drop to the floor. I try to keep the urge at bay but itâs so strong as I have only been drinking from blood bags, but I keep myself from feeding.
âWell, I guess the only reason you agreed to this evening, Klaus, is to drive a wedge between Me and My brother. As well as gain Athenaâs trust,â Stefan says getting up from his seat.
âOh, no, youâre doing that well enough on your own. Because of Elena, youâre going to lose your brother, and youâll only have yourself to blame. And Athena here,â He brings his hand under my chin to look up at him. âShe belongs with me, she is my love, mon petit tournesol,â I felt another flutter in my stomach as he said my nickname.
âI told you to stop calling me that. You destroyed any chance to reconnect when you killed my pack and me,â I say getting up from my seat.
âWhat do you say, Klaus? Itâs time for you to put something on the table. Weâve made our offer. Now you counter,â Damon says walking back into the room with Elijah.Â
âOk,â Klaus agrees sitting back in his seat. I offer Elenaâs future happiness. You see, what she needs right now is to be rid of you lot. And to fall in love with a human. Maybe that nice football player, you know the blonde one.â Klaus says looking to Elijah.
âMatt Donovan? Really?â Damon questions.
âYeah, why not? Theyâll marry, live a long and fruitful life, and pop out a perfect family,â Klaus explains.
âAnd continue the Petrova bloodline, â I point out.
âEvery few hundred years, youâll have a new doppelganger to drain and never run out of your hybrids. Right, Klaus?â Stefan adds.
âConsider it a small return on my investment in her well-being. See, after you hand me back the coffin, Iâll ensure her safety for the rest of her natural life. You know itâs whatâs best for her. So⌠what do you say, Stefan?â Klaus asks.
âAnd me?â I ask before Stefan responds.
âAh, yes. If you truly believe that it is best for you to stay away from us, then I shall let you. But if not, then you are always welcome to stay with us. Iâm sure neither Elijah and I would mind. Do we have a deal?â Klaus states as Klaus and Stefan meet by the fireplace and put eachother hands out to shake.
âNice try, Klaus. But no deal,â Stefan finally says. Klaus quickly breaks Stefanâs arm and leg. He then pushes Stefanâs arm into the fireplace. Elijah rushes and pushes Damon up against a wall behind him.
âWhat are you doing?!â I ask rushing towards Elijah, but Klaus holds me back.
âStop!â Damon yells.
âNow bring me my coffin, before I burn him alive,â Klaus demands keeping ahold of Stefanâs arm.
âIâll get it,â Damon thankfully agrees.
âGo with him, brother. You keep him honest. When you return, I will make good on my promise to you and I will hand over our family,â Klaus says and Elijah heads off.
âGo ahead, kill me. I know youâll do it when he brings the coffin,â Stefan says in pain.
âI swear Klaus. If you kill him. Youâll lose me forever,â I state, but only realize what I actually said after saying it. Klaus pulls Stefan up and holds him by his shirt.
âYou really have given up, havenât you, huh? Whereâs the fight? Whereâs the ripper?!â Klaus says disregarding what I said, but I knew he was thinking about it. Stefan pushes Klaus off.
âElijah. Why havenât you left?â Klaus says noticing Elijah and Damon walk back into the dining room.
âWell, where are your manners, brother? You forgot dessert,â Elijah states and pulls a cloth off the platter a sever is holding which reveals two daggers.
âWhat have you done?â Klaus questions.
âWhat have you done?â Elijah counters. âSee, Iâve learned not to trust your vulgar promises, Klaus. Weâre doing this on my terms now,â Elijah says and a man walks up from behind him.
âKol,â Klaus says.
âLong time, brother,â Kol says.Â
Klaus rushes towards the platter but another man grabs a dagger before he can, âFinn, donât!â Klaus pleads. Finn then plunges the dagger into Klausâ hand as he lets out a scream. Klaus rushes away behind himself but finds Rebekah in the way.Â
She then plunges another dagger into his abdomen, âThis is for our mother,â She states and pushes him back into Kolâs grasp.
âYouâre free to go. This is family business,â Elijah states as I and the Salatores make your way out of the house.
Damon and Stefan take me back to their house as they go to check on Bonnie and her mother.
âWill you be alright?â Damon asks before they head out.
âIâll be fine. Just go do what you gotta do,â I say and the two brothers head out.
A/N: So, in all honesty, this part was a filler but it was semi-important. I hope you guys are ready for what comes next and enjoyed this part!
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Love, RafeâĄ
Part 5 - 5 Years Later
Rafe Cameron x OC
A/N: AHHH once again there are a lot of time gaps, i tried to make it as easy to understand and follow along as possible! Thereâs only one more chapter left after this, thank you guys so so much for reading!! If youâve seen the movie, please note that I left the funeral scene out.
Warnings: angst, swearing
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
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âIâm not jealous, Zoe, I feel sorry for you, and I canât do this.â Rafe laughed out and walked away from Zoe leaving her on the side walk for the second time that night.Â
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Itâs been a few months since Zoe and Rafeâs fight in Boston and they havenât had much contact with each other since that night. Rafe was beginning to get a little lonely these days with just him and Katie together all the time. He was ready to start settling down and he wanted Katie to have a chance at having a mother figure in her life. Little did he know it would be her actual mother, Olivia, to show up at his apartment door.
âOlivia, I uh, wh-what are you doing here?â Rafe asked, stuttering through his words while making awkward eye contact with Olivia. Truth be told, it was weird for him to see her. Rafe had always assumed she would never come back, it has been 5 years after all.
âItâs been 3 years, Rafe...I miss my family. Iâm not the same naive girl I was when I left, can I come in?â Olivia said with a nervous tone.
âItâs been 5 years, Olivia, not 3. And no, I donât think you can come in, not while Katie is home anyways.â Rafe said wanting to just close the door in her face and be done with it.
âIâm so sorry Rafe, but there hasnât been a day thatâs gone by in the last 5 years that I havenât thought about her! Does she look like me at all? Does she have my blonde hair? Does she talk like me?â Olivia asked with a genuine voice, wanting to know more about the baby she abandoned all those years ago.Â
âOh, please, thatâs bullshit!â Rafe replied trying to keep his voice low so Katie wouldnât come running to the door from her room.
âPlease, Rafe, you have to give me another chance, iâm different, I promise.â Olivia looked at Rafe with the post pleading eyes heâd ever seen from her. And he stood there for a few minutes just staring at her, contemplating letting Olivia back into his life. Back into his daughters life.
âOne chance, you get one chance, donât screw it up. Seriously, you wonât get another one.â Rafe made himself perfectly clear and Olivia promised not to fuck anything up with him and Katie, and she kept that promise.
For their first meeting together Rafe decided to bring the girls to the beach so they can fly kites together. Rafe thought it was really sweet being able to see Katie bond with her mother even if it was just flying kites. Katie had one hell of a time and she really started to get accustomed to having Olivia around.
After that day, the 3 of them spent a lot of time together so Olivia and Katie could get to know each other better. Olivia and Rafe helped Katie with her homework, they went to the movies, they cooked together, they played tennis, and went to the beach. The 3 of them did everything together and it only took a few months for Rafe to start developing actual feelings for Olivia. She definitely was not the same girl who had left them all those years ago, he actually liked this version of her. And for the first time in 6 years, Rafe was ready to have a real relationship with someone. He wanted to belong to someone.Â
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Two years later and it came as a huge surprise to Zoe when she received a letter in the mail from Rafe. Not just any letter though, it was a wedding invitation for Rafe and Olivia. Zoe didnât attend the wedding though and Rafe ignored her calls because of it. And when Rafe and Olivia moved out of their small apartment after the wedding and moved into a house together, Zoe was moving out the perfect Boston apartment she lived in with Nate.Â
Itâs been about 2 months since Rafe got married and he wanted nothing else, but to call Zoe and see how she was doing, so he did.
âHello?â Rafe called Zoeâs home phone and wasnât expecting an unfamiliar female voice to answer.Â
âUh, hi? Is Zoe there?â Rafe asked confused, but he could hear on the other end of the line that the mystery girl told Nate that someone was calling for Zoe.
âRafe? Is that you?â Nate asked when the girl handed him the phone.
âYea, itâs me. Where is Zoe? Who just answered the phone?â Rafe was mad now and it was showing through his words.
âIt was Melissa, now calm down, Zoe moved out, we broke up, it was actually the day of your wedding, when she left.â Nate spoke softly into the phone, Rafe quickly hung up since he didnât care to ask any further questions.
From Rafe: Oh Zoe, if only iâd known...also, Melissa?
From Zoe: Melissa is the girl Nate was cheating on me with, turns out sheâs pregnant.
From Rafe: Oh Zoe :(
From Zoe: Itâs okay, he sucked anyways.
Rafe couldnât sleep that night. All he could think about was Zoe.Â
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Five years later and Katie is now 12. She acts how every pre-teen acts. Loud music, wearing makeup, annoying Rafe, itâs all the same. She even had a boy best friend, Toby, they met when they were in kindergarten and spent all of their time together since, and frankly, they reminded Rafe a lot of him and Zoe. One day when Rafe was at work with his father a familiar face walked in, it was pretty random and it took Rafe by a complete surprise.
âJeremy?!â Rafe asked surprised. He hasnât seen Jeremy since that awkward day on the sidewalk when Katie was a baby.
âRafe Cameron. I didnât know you worked here.â Jeremy said shocked.
âMy dad owns the place, actually.â Rafe said matter of factly.Â
âWow, you gonna take it over one day, then?â Jeremy laughed out.
âYea, but I mean, look at you! Youâve really taken off with your acting right?â Rafe asked, even though he didnât care much, he just wanted the attention off of himself.
âOh yea, and I travel all the time too, New York, LA, Boston, Chicago, itâs crazy!â Jeremy replied, very obviously gloating the fact he could go anywhere anytime.Â
âBoston? You should get in touch with Zoe!â Rafe suggested.
âZoe? You guys still talk?â Jeremy asked surprised.
âOf course! And she could use a friendly face.âÂ
âIâll think about it.â Jeremy responded, while Rafe just silently rolled his eyes. Jeremy always had the âiâm better than everyoneâ attitude, and Rafe could always see right threw it.
A few days after Rafeâs encounter with Jeremy, Zoe decided to write a heartfelt letter to Rafe about all the feelings sheâs had for him over the years. It was random, but she was missing Rafe an excruciating amount lately and couldnât care it any longer.Â
Rafe,
You deserve someone who loves you with every beat of her heart, someone youâll always be there for you, and youâll love every part of you...
That letter didnât end up in the hands of Rafe, though. It did end up in the hands of Olivia, however. She opened the letter and wasnât too pleased with what it entailed and took it upon herself to hide it from Rafe. After not hearing a response from Rafe, Zoe decided to text him to see where his head was at.
From Zoe: Rafe, I understand that you havenât been in touch. And I just need to know one thing. Are you happy with her?
From Rafe: Thereâs not much I got right in my life, but this family, somehow weâre making it work. So I guess the one word answer to your question should be, âyes.â
âBabe, come back to bed.â Jeremy spoke, making Zoe lift her head from her phone with a disappointed look etched onto her face after reading Rafeâs last message.Â
Another few weeks later and Rafe had a business trip with his father planned for the entire weekend which would mean leaving Katie alone with Olivia. Which was fine, in the last 5 years they had been alone together, of course, but Olivia was not expecting for Rafe to come home early after fighting with his father.Â
When Rafe walked into his house he was more than confused to see a manâs coat hung up in his entry way. Making his way around the house he quickly noticed that Katie wasnât home and there was pieces of clothing scattered around the stairs and halls. Once he got up to the bedroom he shared with Olivia he had no problem storming right in, since he assumed Olivia wasnât going to be alone. It didnât take long for Rafe to pull the man off of Olivia and punch him square in the face.
âGet the fuck out of my house!â Rafe yelled angrily as Olivia just sat there with a shocked expression on her face. She quickly realized he was talking to both of them. They made their way out of his house pretty fast and Rafe immediately started throwing all of Oliviaâs shit into boxes, not wanting to look at it anymore. As he was going threw her drawers, he noticed one of them was locked and after finally prying it open he found a letter addressed to him from Zoe.Â
Rafe,
You deserve someone who loves you with every beat of her heart, someone youâll always be there for you, and youâll love every part of you, especially your flaws. I know Katie needs her mom. I donât want to intrude. So if this is all wrong, just ignore it and I promise iâll never bring the subject up again. Oliviaâs not the girl for you, Rafe. Twice iâve let you slip through my fingers. Letâs stop being afraid and take the chance. I know now I can make you happy. Call me if you feel the same way.Â
Love, Zoe
âFuck.â Rafe whispered with tears in his eyes after reading the letter.Â
From Rafe: Zoe, are you there?
From Zoe: ???
From Rafe: Can you talk?
From Zoe: I donât think you wanna talk to me
From Rafe: Zoe, please? Youâre being weird?
After that text, Rafe received an incoming FaceTime call from Zoe, except it wasnât Zoe on the other end of the line, it was in fact Jeremy.
âJeremy? What are you doing there?â Rafe asked, utterly shocked that he answered Zoeâs phone.
âI live here now, I moved in.â Jeremy laughed out as Zoe came up behind Jeremy to see who he was talking to.
âRafe?!â Zoe asked, surprised.
âBabe, now that heâs here, you may as well tell him what we discussed!â Jeremy said excitedly, while wrapping his arms around Zoe and pulling her into his lap.
âTell me what?â Rafe asked nervously.
âWeâre getting married! The wedding is next week, we know itâs fast, but it was the only time that worked since i have a movie to shoot soon. You have to come, obviously. Zoe wants you to give a toast.â Jeremy interrupted Zoe when she started to say it and she kept staring at Rafe through the screen. The only thing Rafe could do is smile and nod his head. He didnât know what to say, if he had read the letter when it was delivered, things would be much different right now.
Part 6
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Please Please talk to me about Maggie Tozier and what sheâs like and looks like and what Dilfworth Tozier loves about her and made him put a ring on it and in general how much her two boys love her and how she loves them.
[cracks knuckles] here we go
I was looking through my copy of the book yesterday to answer this ask but then I figured, yâknow what? Canon can suck it. I tend to beat myself up over accurate characterisation for Richie and Eddie, but theyâre main characters, Maggie and Went are not, so the details are inconsequential. Their ages in the Dilfworth fic mean that theyâd have a pretty different life experience from their book versions, what with growing up in the 60s/70s, but imo all that matters is that they love Richie and are good parents. Canon is ours now!!!
- my no.1 headcanon rn is that Maggie sings like an angel, and sings all the time. In the car, in the shower, gardening, housework, cooking. She and Went have a pretty good record collection, but if Went is listening to something and hears Maggie singing to herself in another room of the house he shuts that shit off quick so he can hear her.
- I wrote in ithots that Richie busts out into song at the drop of a hat, right? well, where Richie gets encouragement with his Voices through Went participating, Richie gets his incessant singing from Maggie, because he grew up in a household where that was welcomed.
- Maggie doesnât even notice sheâs doing it until Richie joins in, or she turns around and sees Went gazing at her all dopey, and she gets self-conscious
- until Went is like âI donât know why. You know I think youâre a songbirdâ and then grins and calls her Magpie. She says stop. He says, Maggie-pie? She throws a dishcloth at him but secretly loves it because she fell in love with how frank and practical he is most of the time, but also how silly he is only when it comes to her and Richie.
- he only calls her that when theyâve had one too many anyway, otherwise itâs all sweetheart, honey, darling, Mags. Marguerite, in Richieâs stupid French Waiter Voice. âYes maâamâ for when heâs rearranging her guts. Maggieâs the one to call him âmy loveâ the first time, but she said it kinda exaggerated and jokey, and Maggie just doesnât joke the way Went and Richie do so Richie noticed the way his dad just cracked tf up and was like wow, Mom must be really, really funny
- so yâknow how Richie calls Eddie âmy loveâ in the book, and is generally quite physically affectionate? He picks all that up from his parents, watching their example. Wants to make Eddie laugh like that
- for some reason I always imagine she speaks like, French or Italian fluently. Iâm stealing @honeyreynolds hc that her maiden name is Avery for Tex Avery, but maybe her own mother was European. She tries to speak French with Richie as a baby/toddler so that heâll be bilingual, and sheâs so proud/frustrated because heâs clearly smart and has a knack for linguistic imitation, but his attention span is just. Non existent
- still makes lil kid Richie giggle by doing exaggerated Italian and making him guess what sheâs saying
- I think sheâs pretty elegant and reserved and almost shy on the surface with a rly wry sense of humour, so people tend to think sheâs snooty, but sheâs just... so concerned with keeping the peace and not saying anything bad about someone. Tries to see the best in people. This can lead to a lot of embarrassment when Went is so upfront and medical-frank about stuff or if Richieâs being a dumbass in public, but really she just envies their typically masculine lack of inhibition
- this is because sheâs got this killer wicked streak. Maggieâs got a hidden well of scathing diatribes and Went knows it because
- they met on a plane in 1971 when Maggie was flying back to college for her final semester of senior year, and the man in the seat next to her started having an attack of some kind. The stewardesses appeal desperately for any doctors on board, nobody answers. Anyone at all? Weâll have to land the plane! Maggieâs trying to slowly shift away from this man and his spasms without seeming rude when she hears a deep sigh in the seat behind her and someone saying âIâm ethically bound to admit I have a licence in dentistry,â in a voice like heâs in on some joke nobody else knows.
- this guy unfolds the longest legs sheâs ever seen and comes to squat right next to her and her apparently dying seat partner, she notices heâs nice looking and keeps glancing at her, thereâs banter. Eventually he shrugs and is like âimo this man has a bad case of wind.â And Maggie just TEARS Went a new one like oh nice diagnosis DOCTOR DENTIST whereâs your seatside manner?!?! what kind of name is WENTWORTH anyway! and Wentâs like đđłđ and then the dying man lets out a giant fart and Maggie recoils, all her pretty poise and indignation turning to base disgust and Went bursts out laughing and offers her the seat next to him
- turns out his first residency is in the next town from Maggieâs college. Sheâs only dated preppy meatheads before who only ever tried to flatter her and stopped listening when she talked about her music theory degree or the books she likes. But Went always grins and side-eyes her and cranks the volume whenever Maggie May comes on the hits station, because then sheâll whack him with a book. Sheâs so SWEET he loves goading her into releasing some more of that plane rage, like one day sheâs prowling on the edge of a rant about her TA and trying to be reasonable. Wentâs like, do it. Youâll feel better. So she fuckin rants her head off for ten minutes until her hairâs all dark and wild like an Arthurian queen and she looks over at Went reclining all impressed on her dorm bed and heâs like. I have never been more in love in my life. Can you sit on my face and make fun of my name again
- so yeah theyâre both like, quietly distinguished and outwardly calm model citizens of Derry but in private Went is the fuckin roastmaster and is Maggieâs outlet for frustration whenever housewife suburbia gets too much
- I always picture her as having dark and quite curled hair, sort of Lauren Bacall eyes, and sheâs probably tall too. Like 5â8 to Wentâs 6â0 or 6â1 which is why Richie turns out to be 6â2 lmao. A family of giants. Honestly the whole time I was writing the Dilfworth fic I was imagining Mary Elizabeth Winstead, thatâs my early-30s Maggie that Went is so excited to come home heâs stocking up on condoms. God I bet sheâs got some of those single dark beauty mark freckles on her stomach 𼾠Wears hats with big brims. Sundresses. Secretly likes to pretend sheâs on a mysterious trip to Rome as she sits in the park watching Richie catch dragonflies. Maybe when sheâs older and Richieâs a teenager she looks kinda like Olivia Williams, bc Iâve had a big milfy thing for her ever since she was the mother in the 2003 Peter Pan.
- most kids in Derry have a crush on either Richieâs mom or dad or both and this is unfortunately quite damaging to his self esteem, even though Maggie INSISTS heâs just so handsome. She hates seeing him so insecure
- she tried pot once in college and hated it. The only times she comes close to getting hammered is on book club wine because itâs the only way she can get through them asserting the female orgasm doesnât exist, then she comes home mildly tipsy and joins in on Went and Richieâs raucous game of cards
- felt a bit left out when Richie was small, with how well Went was able to go along with the silliness. Went sees this and gets Richie to make up a game where sheâs Queen Margaret of the Tozier Court and made Richie a knight. They all spoke in bad Medieval Voices all afternoon, and it becomes one of those super long-running family jokes, and Maggie still feels all happy inside whenever Queen Margaret comes up
- ruthless decision maker!!! She had to be, because Wentâs so laidback heâs horizontal and is always like âidc what we do as long as you guys are chillâ and Richie canât concentrate long enough to pick what colour gumball he wants, so she has to be staff sargeant. They go to Disneyland and sheâs like CâMON BOYS HUP HUP HUP and Wentâs like âoh cripes son weâre being hustled!!â but they love it as much as she loves them doing what she says
- great cook because of her indeterminidely Mediterranean mother.
- she genuinely wants to understand Richieâs strangeness but is also stumped as to what to do to bond with him, since she can only think of things sheâd do with a daughter. She WANTS to brush Richieâs curls and bake with him but she thinks he wouldnât like it, so they stick with singing. Is delighted when Eddie very politely and very intensely asks for her help making Richie a birthday cake. She sees how different they are together, and remembers Richie coming home at 5 years old declaring he was gonna marry Eddie Kaspbrak when he grows up, and she thinks... well, if I must have a son-in-law, I would love this one as much as I love my son.
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Beverly Hills- Han Jisung (Part One)
a/n: i didnt realize how much i loved writing fics until a couple weeks ago so we back at it again with our biaswrecker sksksksk
this fic is going to be drama-filled? not sure how to describe it but iâm getting a lot of inspiration from high school dramas so weâll see LOL
Sweaty palms and sunburns cannot emphasize how bummed Jisung was about this weather. Living under a cave for three years and completely skipping high school did him good but now he's back in the city, knocking on the front door to his cousin's home with a glued smile on his face.
"Jisung!" Jeongin exclaimed, running down the stairs of their mansion home to swing open the door.
"Jeongin!!" Jisung could only laugh at the sights of his younger bro, pulling him into his arms.
"I missed you dude" he whispered into the younger boy's ear before his luggage could be pulled away from his arms.
"Let me help you out with that," Seungmin said, taking a whiff of Jisung's figure before scrunching his nose in disgust. "You need a shower before our mom comes home, she would not like to see you like this"
Jisung looks down at his dirty vans and rusty jeans, "What's wrong with this?" he asked the two boys before the two look at each other.
"We'll get you a new wardrobe, just please go take a shower"
"Alright, alright" Jisung complies, following the boys upstairs he stares at the lines of academic awards and medals."So how did you two punks graduate high school early?"
Seungmin and Jeongin eye each other before turning around to show him their diploma. "Just with our wits" Seungmin winked
"Well your wits got me to come back to school, your mom literally dragged me here" Jisung groaned, flopping onto the bed that used to be his.
"She really wants you to graduate Jisung, can't you do just that? Especially after your parents.." Jeongin's voice turned into a whisper as Jisung eyed him across the room.
"Let's not bring them up Jeongin, I swear if Auntie brings them up I'm going to ignore her"
"Sorry I just-"
"It's fine Jeongin" Jisung interrupted before stuffing his face into the familiar pillow.
Let's get things straight.Â
Here at Beverly there's a few different families. We have the Bang Family, consisting of son and daughter Chan and Claire. Their family owns almost all the clubs in LA. Next we have the Lee's, Felix and Minho are nothing alike however, Felix being the school's outcast and Minho being a popular dancer. Â Yang and Kim's are united- the bond between the two families inseparable.
Oh, did I not mention Beverly Hills' most popular rich boy? That would be Hwang Hyunjin. The Hwang's along with the Seo's claim all the hotel businesses of Southern Cali, and their families are often known for being involved in rough politics.
Last, but definitely not least, we have the Stay family. You're the only daughter, sister having passed away at a young age. Because of this, you carry the legacy of your own last name. Oof, the pressures of an asian family. But nothing stops you from a good party, especially the big "Back to school" pool party that Chan and Claire are throwing tonight.
"Is this cute?" Claire asks, taking a pretty white swimsuit from the hangers to your attention.Â
You take a glimpse at it before looking away, "Too white, you'll look like that statue of David when the museum is closed"
Claire rolls her eyes, throwing the suit in the cart. "I don't have a dick y/n, and Michelangelo definitely is not cute enough to mold my curves"
"As if you have any" You retort with a chuckle before being slapped in the back by Claire's Louie Vuitton. "Shut up!!"
You could only laugh as she walks away, shaking her ass in the air as you go for the simple yellow swimsuit. Checking the price tag, you see three digits and decide to put it back before taking it in your hands again.
"Mom and dad will kill me... it's okay" You tell yourself before heading off to the cashier's.
Jisung mutters a quick "Leave me alone" before throwing the comforter over himself again. Finally, the comforter is stripped away from his bed as Jeongin screams in shock.
"Jisung!! You sleep naked?! Disgusting!!" Jeongin exclaims, throwing the blanket back on him.
Seungmin pats Jeongin's shoulder in embarrassment before waking Jisung up. "Get up, The Bang's are having a party tonight and we've been invited. It'll be the perfect chance to get new friends"
Jisung rolls his eyes at Seungmin's proposal, "Friends aren't shit Seungmin, they're just your friend during high school and when it's over they forget your name."
"Oh come on Jisung!! You can't be lonely forever!" Jeongin pouts, ticking Jisung's sleepy figure before Seungmin could add, "Well Jeongin and I are going, so I guess you're going to be alone with my mom"
Jisung is quick to jump out of bed and puts on the nearest pair of shorts before wrapping his arms around the two boys shoulders, "Okay so where exactly is this party?!"
The booming music makes the whole neighborhood shake and sounds of chit-chat and the small of alcohol fill the air. Girls fill the pool with floaties of all kinds and drinks at every table.
"W-wait. You guys meant a real party?! I thought you geeks only went to chess comps and bingo clubs" Jisung said, "T-there's real people here. Ew."
Seungmin drags Jisung inside the crowded living room, "You clearly aren't ready for Beverly Hills High School Jisung, and that's why you need to be hereâ
"I'll get us some drinks, go find some open space for us Jisung" Jeongin says, running off with Seungmin.
Jisung winces at the people surrounding him, turning to the hallway before being greeted by a stumbling girl in a white swimsuit.
"Oh, oh hi! You must be new here, I'm C-claire" Claire grabs Jisung's shoulders, a burp leaving her lips before she collapses onto him.
"Woah- woah okay, okay Claire take it easy" Jisung says, grabbing her waist as he looks for the nearest bedroom. Walking further down the hall, Jisung hears a few voices and hopes to drop the drunken figure into the hands of some other people.
"Look Hyunjin! I've told you so many times, we just don't work out together" You exclaim, trying to push Hyunjin off you as he continues to suck on your neck. You fail to get his weight off him as he cages you against the bed, his plump lips making all sorts of blues and purples on your skin as you try to kick him off.
"Come on y/n..." Hyunjin whispers into the crook of your neck, "We can make this work you know?" Your calls for help are muted by the loud music playing outside but you know with enough resent you can get him to stop.
"Hyunjin, stop! It's over" You continue, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp. Well aware of how much he chugged before, you tried to work with his intoxicated self but it didn't seem to be working.
Jisung presses his ear against the door, realizing the situation as he kicks open the door. "Hey!"
Hyunjin quickly turns around, getting off the bed. "Um, hello?" Hyunjin replies sarcastically.
Jisung is left without words the second he lays eyes on you, you're beautiful. Light beaming on your figure from a nearby window, the sunlight is casted upon you. He canât even blink, the sight is too worthy to lose even for a second. Left breathless in the middle of the bed, you thank the lords above that some cute guy came to save the day before noticing your best friend in his hands.
"Holy shit!" You run up to Jisung and grab your best friend.
"Is she okay?" Hyunjin says, picking her up and laying her on the bed. You sniff her hair before nodding your head.
"She's drunk. I'm so sorry about that.." You turn around to see the boy in a simple white tee, shorts and a Ralph Lauren bucket hat before asking, "what's your name?"
Jisung's eyes are fixated on the floor before realizing you were talking to him. "Oh- me? Jisung" he smiles.You smile at the way his cheeks puff up when his teeth show, face resembling a cute squirrel as you shake his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Jisung" you say with a smile.
"So someone told me my sister was being dragged to the guest room?" Chan said, Minho and Changbin by his side as he glanced at his sibling.
"She drank a little too much," Hyunjin responded before Chan could send Hyunjin a nervous look. "Bro, the plan didn't work?" Chan mouthed to Hyunjin as he glanced at you, noticing your hand still tied to Jisung's.
"Dude, why are you still shaking her hand?" Changbin asked, turning everyone's attention to you and Jisung. You stare at Jisung for a moment, noticing the bit of nervousness in his eyes. Jisung's grasp on your hand tightens anxiously before you could smile at the guys, "That's because Jisung here, is my new... boyfriend!"
Minho nearly spat out his drink, "Your what?!"
"My new boyfriend" you repeated, "Now don't mind me, but I'm going to leave now.. with my new BOYFRIEND" you spat at Hyunjin's face before leaving.
"Bro, what the fuck just happened?" Chan asked Hyunjin, handing him his drink
"I-I think y/n is really calling it quits" Hyunjin stutters, lying against the wall as the guys join him.
"Don't worry Hyunjin, y/n is always like this.. Iâm sure this âJisungâ kid will leave if we teach him a lesson" Minho said, patting his shoulder.
You're running to the backyard with Jisung before he could stop you, panting out of breath. Sitting down at a nearby bench, you gesture at Jisung to sit next to you before letting go of his hand.
"I'm really sorry about dragging you into that, I just needed to get out of there" You apologize
"That's alright... but just like, did you call me your..?"
"Boyfriend."Â Jisung's eyes pop off at the validation.
"Seriously?" Jisung points a finger at himself in shock, "Me??"
"Yes you idiot" You reply with a chuckle, pushing his hand away.Â
"I know you're new, maybe we can be friends" Smiling at Jisung's shocked expression you notice a figure resting on the edge of the garden.
"Felix!!" You call out, noticed the freckled boy turn around at your voice.
"Y/N!!" He replies, running over to you guys.
"Jisung, this is Felix. I think he'd be the perfect friend for you here."Â Jisung looks at Felix before looking back at you again, "Are you not staying?"
You stand up before spotting Chan and Minho asking people for your whereabouts.Â
"Not for now, I need to fix a mess I started, it was nice meeting you though!" You exclaim, running inside to the two guys.
"Don't mind her, y/n is always involved in some sort of drama" Felix says
"Seriously? Why would nice girls like her get involved in that kind of stuff?" Jisung asks, scratching his neck in curiousness. "Whew, Jisung" Felix says, knowing he has a lot to learn.
"Welcome to Beverly Hills High School."
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