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palepinklilies · 2 months ago

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the injury of finally knowing you

Note: Initially posted on ao3 but with a different title (this is my draft title btw); Trying my hand at posting my pieces here! I hope u guys read my stuff nd like em ^__^

Summary: Marriage is a vow… for better or for worse, for richer or poor, in sickness and in health… What’s to happen when vows are… wiped… erased… Or The one where Gojo Satoru fails to remember his darling wife at the right time.

wc: 10.2k

Chapter 1: Of lines and intersections (ch.2)

The last memory you have of him as he is, is a sore topic. Frankly, you blamed —is still blaming — yourself for the accident that befallen the sole person you love the most. Your husband, Satoru Gojo got into a terrible car crash that put him into a coma for half a year now, barely showing signs of regaining consciousness.

The night prior might be considered as your worse fight in the eight years that you’ve been together with Satoru. He always used to say that fights shouldn’t be slept in through the night, but not all things we want go as planned; because that night, you both had said words that couldn’t be taken back. Specifically, Satoru opened Pandora’s box and used it against you.

The cause of the fight wasn’t anything too destructive. Yet, it created a deep-seated wound between your relationship. It’s as simple as the talk of kids.

It’s not a sensitive topic in yours and Satoru’s marriage because you’ve already had a long conversation around wanting and having children of your own. For a while, both of you were on the same page: ‘no kids until we’ve established what we want to happen with our careers.’

Somehow, somewhere along the line, he wanted it differently. For quite some time, he’s been hinting making a family with you. It could be as simple as pulling you by the baby section in a department store, or showing you funny — adorable and cute — baby videos from the internet. At first it was endearing and warm to see him think about children so lovingly, especially with the prospect of one being half him and half you. But unlike him, you’ve yet to reach the dream younger you had always reached for.

Maybe it’s his leverage of having been brought up as a trust fund baby — someone with a golden spoon. While you had to work your way — with grit and passion, just to reach where you are now.

He’s Satoru Gojo, a genius business scion turned mogul. He’s already well respected, recognized and established for his prowess in handling many corporations and conglomerates under his family’s control.

Well you on the other hand… You’re still in law school. Against his insistence, you refused to use his money to attend law school after your pre-law undergrad. Which is why you had to apply for work to be able to afford it. One of the reasons for this is your pride. As foolish as it was, pride was your drive, not only because you didn’t want to succeed behind the shadow of his surname and money but also because you wanted to prove to his family that you’re worthy of being his wife.

Okay, but who is Satoru Gojo if not persuasive? Eventually he convinced you to accept his offer, albeit with your condition that the fees will be split in half and that it’s the only thing he will finance in your pursuit of a career as a lawyer. So when he threw those god-forsaken words of insult, it hit all your insecurities and broke you.

“I don’t understand why we can’t! I try to give you everything I can and yet this simple thing, you refuse to give to me!” His voice booms across the living room. Hearing those words only made you more heated.

“It’s not as simple Satoru! We… agreed. We agreed that we will establish our careers before we try for kids. Why are you turning back on that now?!” The pitch of your voice is starting to match his’ and the conversation was just escalating and getting more heated. The air feels heavy and your brain has triggered fight or fight and right now, fight seems to be the default choice.

“You wouldn’t understand me because you’re already at the peak of yours! — because your career is only moving up and forward. But what about me? What about my dreams?” Exasperated, you just sit down the couch, your head in your hands. Tears are also brimming your eyes and your chest feels tight and heavy.

Striking the iron while it’s hot, he resigns, “You know what, maybe my mom was right. I shouldn’t have married a selfish, poor girl like you.”

As if time stops for you; your voice gets stuck in your throat and the tears threatening to spill, had spilled. You didn’t know what or how to respond to that. Is that what he really thought of you?

For a few seconds, silence had finally taken over. The air felt suffocating. Leaving is the only thought you have above everything that’s been speedrunning your mind.

You wordlessly get up and brushed past him, only then does he see you tear-streaked face and your bloodshot eyes.

Feeling braised, he immediately realized the gravity of what he said. He quickly catches up with you as you scramble to pack a small overnight bag.

Everything feels heavy — feels tight, and all you can focus on is getting essentials: 2 pairs of undies and whatever clothing within your reach and your essential cosmetic products. Satoru watches you in chaos.

Before you enter the bathroom for your toothbrush, he wraps his arms around your torso, as if to restrain you. His head hung low atop your shoulder and you feel his ragged breathing. “Don’t leave. Please. I didn’t mean any of it. You can slap me, punch me or kick me but don’t leave, please.” A sob chokes him as he says the last word.

You’re also sobbing at this point, snot faced and all, barely able to say a word without hiccuping in between. It’s starting to physically hurt being skin to skin with him right now, so you break free from him. “Th-that doesn’t make it hurt any less. I… I just need time for myself.” You say as you step inside the bathroom. He just stands there silently crying, like you.

Before you cross the threshold to your shared penthouse he speaks, “I love you. Be safe.” More tears escape your eyes. He sounded so soft and defeated, and you know it’s nothing but sincere. Without looking back, you wordlessly shut the door until you hear the ping of the lock.

You stood in front of the door for what seems like a lifetime, crying and contemplating if you should actually leave knowing that once you do, something in your marriage will shift. Against all odds, you swallow the block in your throat and start walking away from your home, from your love, from your husband.

You ended up in a decent inn away from the heart of the city. Checking-in in a hotel was an initial thought, but with what happened hours prior, you couldn’t bear to spend more than you have to. It’s not pride — well maybe it is, however no one has the right to scorn you for choosing not to touch any amount in the shared bank accounts Satoru arranged after marriage.

Regardless, the salary you get as a part-time para-legal in a small law firm was enough to guarantee you the luxury of being away from anyone at the moment. You’re guaranteed the luxury of solitude, quiet and contemplation.

The life’s mundanity became an afterthought…ergo commitments left at work and in law school. You’d cross the bridge when you get there: you’d face the consequences of going AWOL once you’re mentally and emotionally fit to be back.

Three days passed and you still haven’t gone back to his penthouse. You also shut off your phone, disconnecting from everyone and anyone who can contact you. At one point during day 2, you felt homesick. You almost went back, keyword being almost.

The quiet and solitude gave you the opportunity to rest, sleep and tune everything out. You wouldn’t know how to face your husband anyway. Everything still hurts to the point that it feels numb. But then a thought crossed your mind: home. It was a fleeting thought, a snap decision if you will, but that same hour you packed up and waited for check-out time. You were going home.

An hour after check-out and you’re on a train back to your shared penthouse, which at this moment, is a gamble. Satoru’s spontaneous yet predictable (for you, that is). There’s a 50-50 chance that he’s home waiting for you while there’s also a chance that he’s at the office. There’s no moment for you to ponder on it, you just act.

Arriving, the only soul you’re able to meet are the trusted cleaners who comes and goes on schedule. You honestly forgot about their schedule, which is on a Friday. They meet you with curt greetings and smiles, which you return. You just hope that none of them have been talked by your husband into tipping your arrival at the unit.

Packing a small hand-carry luggage was quicker than you expected it to be. You take in a deep breath and think of ways how you can leave (without suspicion). Which is a difficult feat considering that one: leaving directly and walking out without a word would rouse so much suspicion. The word of the mouth isn’t so reliable and you wouldn’t want to leave and these people would make the false assumptions and tell on you; two: Satoru had probably gave the cleaners an order to inform him of your arrival and when you’d leave the penthouse.

Of both options, one thing is for certain, Gojo Satoru will follow you and will scour the whole of Japan just to find you.

You decide on a quick shower before leaving, which only took less than 15 minutes. You’re trying to minimize the time when Gojo could potentially come home if someone had snitched of your presence in the penthouse. Surprisingly, your exit went smoothly, even in the building’s concierge.

On the far side of the city, in the heart of the central business district, Gojo Satoru gets notified of your arrival in your apartment building. Quickly he tells his assistant to cancel today’s remaining meetings as he rushed towards the elevators. You came home. You came back. Satoru knows that this might be the last time he’ll see you. He knows he’s hurt you deeply. He knows the gravity of his words when he used the biggest insecurity you have in this marriage, hell, since the start of your relationship even.

On the monitor pad of his Jaguar, he had dialed your number 5 times in a row, only to be sent to voicemail. In all honesty, he’s praying to every god up there that you’re napping or doing other things that keeps you preoccupied enough to neglect your cellphone.

And right now as he’s currently speeding beyond the city’s limits, he’s left you yet another voicemail: “[name], hey, I’m still on my way back. I’m sorry for everything I said. I know I shouldn’t say it through voicemail but I want you to know that I am. I’m really sorry and I can’t ever justify the things I said. Wait for me at home, please. I love y-”

He wasn’t able to finish the last words when he felt a large collision against the left side of his vehicle. At that moment, time stood still for Satoru Gojo. One moment he was speeding forward with one goal in mind and in a split second he’s receiving a blunt force that made the car skid across the lightly trafficked road.

Nothing in his field of vision registered in his brain, it was all a blurry haze. Soon after the car skids to a halt, the last thing he sees is your contact name on the monitor pad before losing consciousness.

On the flip side, you’re seeing blurry hazes of Tokyo fading into greens as you’re seated on a train ride back to Sendai, your home — first home. Exhaustion is clearly seeping out from your skin albeit the lack of physical activity and work. Your mind is so muddled and fogged and it’s not helping that your brain is rejecting any other emotion aside from hurt.

Clarity and peace of mind is what you’re expecting from this short trip back home. In the back of your mind, a part of you is excited to return to your parents’ house, where you grew up and learned how to love and be loved.

After the train ride, the first thing you do is visit the cemetery. It’s been a year since you last visited and paid your respects. You brushed off a few dried leaves from the grave, and poured water over. “Hi mama, dad. Sorry it took me so long to see you again.” You couldn’t modulate your voice louder than a whisper with the tears that had started to streak down your cheeks. And there at your parents’ grave did you pour all the tears that you thought you had cried.

All the feelings of hurt, anger, pain, betrayal and most of all guilt came crashing down on you as sob your eyes out. It was only then that you felt you were safe to be vulnerable. Even without their physical presence, your mother and father had always been a source of comfort.

You kept whispering ‘sorry’s and you don’t even comprehend to whom and for what are you asking for forgiveness and reconciliation. Everything still feels heavy and all you want yo do is curl up and cry yourself dry. “Daddy I-i m-miss y-you… So m-much.” How you wished for your dad to be there. To be there and give you a tight hug and kisses on top of your head.

Catching your breath, you tried to calm down so you can vent to the empty air. Sniffling you start speaking softly, “Uh… I-i had a terrible argument with Toru daddy.” Verbalizing it only made you tear up again and a lump rise to your throat. Maybe this was what you needed: to be able to freely speak your mind without any external opinion that wouldn’t even help console your feelings.

“And it’s because I… it’s because I don’t want a baby yet…” your eyes shut tight and tears fell with it. “But I do want to be a mom so much… so so much especially if he’s going to be the dad… but I want to be a lawyer to the same extent.”

What stage of grief are you in right now? They say that going through the five stages of grief is non-linear. You could be in the first one: anger, then after a few hours you could have skipped to the third: bargaining. Some would even switch from one stage back to the other. Perhaps you’re in a limbo stage of feeling everything all at once? Is that even possible?

After crying in silence for what felt like an eternity, you stand up and dust your palms from the jeans you’re wearing. “M’sorry for not getting you guys flowers and forgetting to light some incense… I’ll see you at home…” You give a light touch to your parents’ names engraved on the stone.

The last time you’ve been to the house where you grew up in was the day of your father’s funeral. Entering the threshold once again after many years gave you a feeling of nostalgia.

You take in the dusty surrounding. All furnitures have been covered by drawsheets and the living room carpet had been rolled off to the side. Everything was almost the way that it was as you’ve last seen it.

“Mom, dad I’m home.” Only silence greets you, it leaves a bitter taste on your tongue that no one is there to greet you a “welcome home.” But still, you feel better being here. In a sense you know that your dad’s presence is here with you and that’s enough.

You decided to sleep in your parents’ room for the night so you left the luggage by the door and looked for cleaning supplies to tidy and clean the room up. In retrospect, you should’ve brought spare bed sheets and pillowcases, but you decided to simply run them in a nearby laundromat.

In the living room, you decided to look through photo albums for entertainment.

You’ve lived your life with your dad being the only parent you’ve ever known. Your mom died with the complications of giving birth to you with a weak heart. And your dad tried his best to immortalize your mom through pictures that they took during the whole pregnancy. Here you find the photo album you made of the first year you started college, the same year you met Satoru.

Coincidentally, snapshots of your relationship weren’t really put here on purpose — well for the first half of it at least.

Before you left for university your dad gave you one of his film cameras and told you to make and keep memories of college because it’s one to give the most notable memories of your lifetime. You think he was exaggerating then, but it made sense as you grew older.

Flipping the page, you see the first picture you took with Satoru and his group of friends. It was your first year as a university student, taking up literature, and he was in his second year. The only reason your paths had crossed that year was because you wanted to meet new people and make friends… so you attended a party without fully knowing how city kids define parties.

Initially, you attended the freshmen mixer within university grounds and it was fun! You met a sophomore guy who was one of the student council organizers for the networking event. His name was Suguru Geto. He had an aura that was enough for you to trust him… just a little bit though. Throughout the mixer event, you barely interacted with people your age. In your mind, you know it’s because of the fact that you were from the country side… who knows who or what city kids want as a friend right?

Admittedly, you did enjoy the mixer even if you were just seated at the corner. This went unnoticed to the senior members of the student council, hence, Geto approached you with a light taps on your shoulder. He simply gives a curt smile upon your surprised expression. “Hey, you doin’ good here? I’ve noticed you haven’t been going around talking to people.”

Embarrassing. You then reason out that no one wants to approach you or if you initiate, they usually cut conversations after finding out that you’re new in the metropolitan. “It’s fine though, I’m actually enjoying even if it doesn’t look like it. I just wish I can meet one potential friend.”

Now, Geto isn’t one to take pity in people. He’s got a quite awful attitude underneath his cool and calm demeanor. But somehow, he thinks you need a springboard. It’s out of his character to take strays in, but he does.

“Every year, after the freshman mixer, my friends and I throw a welcome party for students returning for the semester and for those new as well. If you’re interested, you can come. Just approach me after so I can write the address down.” He quickly bids you goodbye after that. You couldn’t even say a curt ‘thanks’ for his offer. Contemplating if you should go to that party is what plagues your mind as you decided to walk around in case you stumble upon someone who would appreciate talking to you.

So you did approach Geto for the address once the mixer finished… and you ended up in a… house… packed with young adults chugging alcohol, smoking and grinding against each other. You have half a mind to turn back and just enjoy the rest of the night in your small apartment, but you also wanted to experience the liberties of being a college student, namely the drinking and getting wasted privileges.

The loud bass reverberates against the floorboards and the walls of the entryway as you enter. Here you realize that you’re underdressed for the occasion. While other ladies wore micro-mini skirts, tube tops, little black dresses, and what nots, you were still wearing a university-dress code-appropriate outfit from the mixer earlier. You didn’t bother changing your cream skirt that goes just half an inch above your knees, a simple black halter top and a knitted cardigan over it.

Though you feel awkward and misplaced, you figure that you could find where they get drinks. You suspect that they’re in the kitchen, so off you go. Surprisingly, Geto is there too with a number of people laughing and bickering with each other once you stood by the kitchen entryway. He immediately took notice of you.

“Hey! Freshie girl you actually came! For one second I thought you wouldn’t.” All eyes went on you the moment he acknowledged your presence. It was agitating to be under their gazes, scrutinizing you, and perhaps the raven-haired boy took notice.

He motions for you to come closer to the kitchen island, “C’mon, what type of drink do you prefer? We have beers, cocktail punches… or are you a hard liquor type of girl?” His eyebrows raise, waiting for your response. “I’ll take the beer, please.” He takes a green bottle from one of the red ice boxes and pops the cap open for you. “Here you go, one bottle.”

You’ve only drank occasionally. Like during family festivities or birthdays, and those were limited to sips of cheap champagne and traditional sake. “I’ve told you my name but I haven’t caught yours, how do you want us to call you?” he asks before you took a swig of the bottle. You apologize and tell him your name, “Hey guys! This freshie girl right here is [name]! Be nice to her.” A series of ‘hey’s and curt waves were thrown your way and you slightly bowed your head slightly as encouragement of their greetings. “Well, this is a big party! I hope you meet the potential friends you were expecting from this afternoon.” After that you were left alone as one of the ladies in the group notified everyone of a ‘beer pong’ at the back area of the house, and they left.

The condensation of the beer bottle had transferred to your palm so you looked for paper towels and after that you went ahead back to the crowd and started walking around like a lost puppy. You expected something like this and it felt surreal to experience your first college party. Could be better but not bad for a first time right?

Surprisingly, the beer was palatable at least, but you start to think that maybe the offer of the cocktail punch could’ve been better. You passed by Geto’s group in hopes of being free from the cramped living room and he sends a small wave and a curt smile your way. You can’t help but silently herald him for being so polite, when his friends (in your assumption) are snobbish.

Beside Geto Suguru was his best friend, Gojo Satoru, and the raven-haired’s greetings to you didn’t come unnoticed to him. Suguru wasn’t the type to be that friendly, so naturally, it piqued his interest.

“Who’s that? Didn’t know you were into prude freshmen now?” He scoffs. The raven-haired tossed the ping pong ball, landing inside the far right cup, “I’m not. The girl looks like a lost puppy, felt bad for her that’s all.” Satoru just hums and takes his turn to toss the ball, he misses, and Geto knows it’s on purpose so he just scoffs. “Well, I’ll take a walk around then.”

In a less dense corner of the backyard, you tried angling the film camera so that you’d be in frame. You find that taking pictures of yourself like this is more difficult than if you’d use your phone. But maybe that’s the point of it all. You can hear your father say at the back of your mind.

“Phone cameras are becoming obsolete now huh?” You look to your side to see who’s come to intrude your bubble and what stands before you must be the prettiest person you’ve seen in your lifetime. Recovering from your surprise, you put the camera down. “Umm, I don’t think so?” He chuckles, “I’m messing with you. I’m Gojo Satoru by the way.” He offers you a hand and you shook it, also telling him your name.

He offers to snap a picture of you, which you don’t accept because you feel shy. You discover that this man doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer when he lightly grabs your wrist and takes the camera from your grasp. He starts pointing the camera at you, and you stand there in confusion, “well c’mon, strike a pose?”

And you do strike an awkward pose. Maybe this weird but beautiful guy can be your first friend? Or maybe he’s just looking for someone to hook-up with? That’s a common thing at parties… right?

Soon enough after Satoru had broken the ice between you and him, you find yourself back with Geto and his group, where you discover that he and Satoru are best friends. You may be naïve and new to these things but you weren’t stupid. The people in their circle definitely didn’t want you there. As you spent each passing minute in their presence, you piece that together as most of them choose to ignore you apart from the two men who took you under their wing.

It feels overwhelming having to do too much socializing for one day so you try to bid them goodbyes. Since no one acknowledged, you start to walk away, but someone grabs a hold of your arm.

“Leaving so soon? You haven’t even used the whole film roll.” He takes it upon himself to open your small shoulder bag and took the camera and raised it up, “Hey guys! say ‘cheese’!” He says as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and you look up the camera with a contorted smile with flushed cheeks. “Well then, see you around campus.”

Expectations always differ from reality because it wasn’t part of yours to keep stumbling across the silver-haired man. You could be in the classics section of the library and he’d coincidentally be there too, or by the university quad where you’d often write your essays and prose, and other unsuspecting places where you’d least expect him to be. At one point you suspected it was intentional but he just brushed it off that you were simply being so observant.

For the many months that you’ve spent time with him, you enjoyed his presence and completely, laughed at his jokes — saw him as Satoru and not Gojo Satoru, the scion of a multi-billion business empire.

But you knew to keep things platonic. At the back of your mind, you were certain that he’d never see you more than a friend he met in university. You were almost certain that the moment he gets his degree, you’d never cross paths and all will be part of your college memories. But really, not all expectations become the reality.

A huge chunk of the student body knew that Gojo was a notorious playboy. This is a false accusation and merely an assumption. Yes, he did like to sleep around but not as much as they say. If anything, Geto’s more of the playboy between them, who’s engaging in different set-ups with different girls almost every week! And he wasn’t able to shield you from the potential bad (false) things you’d hear around. But you weren’t just a notch in his belt.

He was able to show you a side of him only people he’s extremely close to can see and experience. You caught his interest in that party and never left his mind since. It feels foolish to orchestrate every single time you think you come across him in campus “coincidentally,” but he succeeded.

He used his charms — more like pulled off some strings, to get your schedule and he had everything memorized just so he can get a chance to meet you. Suguru had even called him a stalker for it and maybe he almost became one until you simply expected him to be where you are. Eventually, he got you — even if it took so much work and convincing for you to believe the sincerity of his feelings.

You’ve always considered him as a friend. A friend who you have feelings for, more like. Your subconscious would always tell you that if he did make a move on you, he’d leave you hanging and bruised. It was a simple push and pull: Satoru would make moves that seem to blur the lines of friendship and you would try your best to keep it platonic and not read into it. You’d always think he’d break your heart eventually, be it as a friend or be it as a lover.

So when you woke up in his bed naked after a long night of drinking and partying, you knew for sure that was the end so you left without a goodbye. Not a single bit of what memories you can recall from the night before were laced with regret.

When he rested his forehead against yours and kissed you with his soft lips, you didn’t pull away. You wanted to, but you didn’t. When he started touching — caressing you under your dress, you didn’t want him to stop. When he whispered sweet nothings as he plowed through your sopping gummy walls, you didn’t ask him to stop. How could you, when at that very moment it felt as if you’re the only people on this earth.

The boundaries you tried to keep for the past months of your friendship had been crossed the moment you let him kiss and undress you. It was a night of passion you couldn’t forget and regret. With a heavy heart, you walked away and left half your heart with him but with pride and dignity intact. You can’t ever be just one of his conquests if you’re the first to leave.

When Satoru woke up to an empty bed that morning, he was confused. It agitated him to see you nowhere in his suite and it didn’t help that you blocked him from everywhere he could reach you.

For the following days after that he’d leave class five minutes early so that he can catch you as you leave yours; Or, he’d try to catch you in the places on campus that you’d frequent during your vacant hours but to no avail, no one could ever catch a person who’s avoiding you like the plague. But still he was relentless.

Everyday he’d try to find you in the vast campus of the university. He tried to think how you would so he can anticipate where you’d probably go — was a hit or miss situation. But he was able to catch you in a back staircase made to be an emergency exit in the same building as most of your classes.

The thought was like an epiphany for him; he was staring at the narrow line of floor to ceiling windows by the back of the buildings when it occurred to him that you initially stayed there in your first days of university.

Even if he’s the captain of the basketball team, he was quick to leave practice saying some shitty excuse of an emergency, to which his best-friend just rolled his eyes at. He knew exactly why. But he didn’t pry nor try to tell on him. And so Gojo Satoru ran across the campus and skipped steps until he reached the 4th floor landing of the staircase.

You were mindlessly listening to a posted lecture on your student portal. You’ve been having sleepless nights trying to finish all the writing and literary analyses that was required of you. Eyes drooping and almost falling asleep, you were startled by another person’s presence within the landing.

It was the single person on campus who you’ve been trying to avoid for the past weeks. It’s the only person who’s taking up a huge space in your mind when you aren’t distracted by your courseworks or classes.

Catching his breath, “y’know- this is a clear breach of building safety codes-” pants “you’re an illegal obstruction to this exit [name].” He stands before you all sweaty and still in his jersey and you couldn’t speak, dumbfounded as you figure out how he managed figure out your hiding place. You were almost successful in avoiding him completely but he just had to chase and look for you.

“W-what are you doing here??” He drops his duffel bag at the base of the next flight of stairs and sits beside you. “Why have you been avoiding me? You even had me blocked everywhere!” Always the straightforward one, he’d always speak his mind.

This was a confrontation you have been dreading to face — the reason why you had to change where you’d frequent these past weeks. Coming to terms with sleeping with a friend is one thing but having to unpack sleeping with a friend, letting him be your first when you know you have feelings for him is a whole other different conundrum.

You quickly closed your laptop and fumbled with placing your notebook inside your bag. But before you could even take a leave, he grabbed your laptop and hugged it against his side — one that was away from you. “Give it back Gojo-san.” You can see him frown and pout at what you said.

So it’s just Gojo now? Not Satoru? How cold. How cruel. You’re such a heartless woman. How could you have it in you to immediately leave seeing him? Did you hate him that much? Why were you being so indifferent when you used to smile and speak with him warmly?

“No, not when I know you’d leave once I do. Not when you haven’t answered my question.”

You bit your bottom lip, why is he making this so difficult? You still try to reach for your laptop so you can leave but he just keeps it out of your reach, until you just give up.

“Why does it matter? Can’t I simply be busy with my own life?” You say as calm as you could while avoiding his gaze.

“Of course you can. I just want to understand why. Didn’t… did… anything from that night mean anything to you?”

And there it is. You hoped to avoid this, truly. But since it fell on your lap out of nowhere, might as well face it right? “Did it mean anything to you?” The way you returned the question took him aback. Your voice was suddenly laced with indifference and he couldn’t place where that should go.

“Of course. I wouldn’t have initiated that if I didn’t want it to happen.” He tried to hold your hand but you refused his advances. “How can I trust your words Gojo?”

He’s reeling. He knows where this is going. At this moment he admits that he approached things out of order. He wasn’t able to shield you from the rumors surrounding him and his “dating” history. He shouldn’t have given in to his emotions and took advantage of your drunken vulnerability. “Is that what you think of me? Is that how you see me?” are the only things that come out his mouth. You can’t help but feel guilty when he said that.

It’s true. You believed that there’s some truth to what people say about him and, that, along with your naïveté is enough to make you an easy target for him. You let out a deep sigh.

“It doesn’t matter. Let’s forget things happened alright? We’re still friends anyway.” Lies. You knew damn well you can’t stay friends with him anymore.

“No. I don’t want us to be friends anymore.” And there it is. A man of his caliber that has an equally large ego wouldn’t take it lightly — the way you left that morning without him having to put a word in.

But it takes you by surprise when he goes down a step and squats in front of you so you’d meet eye to eye. “I want you to tell me how you really feel. I want you to tell me why you think I saw you just as a body count.”

“You’re so frustrating Goj-” “Satoru. Call me by my name.” That shut you up. Everything is confusing and frustrating and all you want to do is leave his overbearing presence and cry your frustrations out of his sight.

“Why are you doing this? I’ve already slept with you! Isn’t it like rule number 1 to forget and move on to the next!” He could feel your exasperation the moment you finally looked at him with teary eyes and he only gently stares right back at you with his blue ones.

“If this is just an ego trip because I left without a word then you can just tell people whatever you want that’s in your favor.” By now tears have started to fall and yet your eye contact remains. He gently thumbs the tears away, “Fuck. You’re killing me sweets. It’s not like that… I’m sorry… don’t cry.”

It’s weird. It’s unusual. It’s confusing. It’s making your heart beat rapidly and makes your chest feel like it’s going to burst. And the next words that come out his mouth was just the catalyst for your emotions.

“Listen, to me you’re not just a body count. I wouldn’t go out my way to memorize your schedule down to the last second. If you were just someone I wanted to fuck, I’d have done that at the party.”

His thumbs caresses the apples of your cheeks and a warm smile grazes his lips, “I did all that because I like you. I took interest in you, for you… I’m sorry for doing things out of order. You have to tell me now if everything I did matters so I know when to back-off.”

The proximity of your faces and the way he holds you like you’re fragile glass makes your heart beat faster than it is. You take off all your inhibitions, all the weight holding you down and connect both your foreheads. It’s a risk but you’ll take it. “I… I like you so much Gojo Satoru.” It doesn’t take him much effort to mesh your lips together in a soft, chaste kiss.

After a few seconds he breaks away and you completely feel his lips turning into a smirk against yours, “So, the status between us now is girlfriend and boyfriend huh?”

The memory is fond, as if it happened yesterday and not years ago. From there your relationship wasn’t always sunshines and rainbows but you made it work. You both held on to each other. Love is also sacrifice as much as it’s to be received. You realize that you’d go through all of that again as long as you get to stay with the only man you’ll ever love intensely.

With a newfound sense of rationality, you realize that whatever happens, you’d come back to Satoru. You need to talk things with him in a more peaceful and stable environment. You realize that the only way to fix this is to hit the train the first thing tomorrow morning and go home to your husband.

Tokyo mornings will always be hectic as the crowd bustles to arrive at their offices, schools or whatever they had to do that day. Even if you took the earliest shinkansen that you could catch, the Tokyo crowd will always be there.

As you ping the elevators down to the lobby, your palms started to sweat and your heart, hammering against your rib cage. But upon entering your shared penthouse, it’s unnervingly quiet and still. “I’m home.” — no answer.

Leaving the luggage by the door, you immediately patter into your home gym. Considering it’s as early as 9 AM, your husband is probably preoccupied with his workout. With an expectant smile on your face, you walk inside to see no one, not a single trace of movement. Not a single trace of Satoru.

If you were nervous on the elevator ride up, you’re feeling something similar yet different in your gut. Rushing back to your bags, you rummaged for your phone. Cursing out loud that you left it off for days, you quickly turn it on.

Moments later and your phone is flooded with many missed calls, messages and voicemails from Satoru.

Lover ♡ 78 missed calls

Lover ♡: baby, I’m off to work. I love you. Call me when you see this. (Tuesday 7:12 AM)

Lover ♡: ugh this meeting is such a bore. I’m so packed with board meetings this week sweets. Hope to see you at home. Miss you. Love u <3 (Wednesday 9:43 AM)

What you weren’t prepared for was 5 missed calls from his father’s secretary with messages requesting you to call back urgently, and Suguru Geto leaving 13 missed calls and a message that made your hands tremble and the phone to fall onto the marble floors.

Geto Suguru: [name], i don’t know where you are but please call me as soon as you see this. Satoru’s been rushed to the hospital. (Friday 12:34 PM)

Your knees follow as well, hitting the hard floors as you silently weep alone. You were in shock. How? What? Why? were the only things running your mind. “It’s not… true?” you try to make yourself believe as you run up to the second floor of the suite, to your bedroom. Your cheeky husband’s just running a prank on you and even got Suguru and his dad’s assistant on board.

“Toru? Baby?” You say as you see the bed still pristinely made, just as the cleaners would’ve left it last Friday. “Satoru, this is a very bad joke. Come out, I’m not mad I promise.” Tears keep streaming down your cheeks as you make yourself believe in denial. Sooner, you’d call his best friend to ask where he is.

Suguru didn’t need to ring the doorbell for you to open the door for him. He’d already asked you to text him the passcode. It was kinda foresight on his part that you’d be a crying, confused mess so he took the initiative.

And just as expected, he arrives to see you hiccuping and sobbing alone on the living room floor. He approaches you slowly, “Hey, [name]. I’m here.”

In his head, he thinks that this situation is royally fucked up. You’re an absolute mess and he’s also a mess. Everyone’s a fucking mess with Satoru lying almost lifeless in a hospital bed and with you who’s yet to find out the state your husband is in.

Quickly wiping you tears and composing yourself, you try your best to greet Suguru, albeit in between sobs. “O-oh, G-geto-san! I-uh didn’t notice you e-enter.” Seeing your state, he decides that you’d need a primer for the events that happened in your absence.

“Have you eaten? I can whip up a quick breakfast for you.” He says as he places his hands on your shoulders and ushers you towards the breakfast counter.

“I’m fine… I-I’m n-not really h-hungry,” you try to steady your breath and words. The man before you is unrelenting though, he’s already rummaging through the fridge and has had water boiling in the kettle.

“Y’know, I’m usually never this enthusiastic about breakfast but I’m starving!” He turns around with eggs and a few tomatoes in his hands, “would you be a peach and make us warm tea? I already started the kettle.” His warm grin and presence grounds you for a moment and wordlessly follow his request. The raven-haired man huffs a breath of relief seeing you open some of the drawers for tea bags and sweeteners.

A few moments later, as he tosses the eggs around the pan, you speak again. “Geto-san… Satoru… is he– um, he’s just working on weekends again isn’t he?” Your voice starts to shake as you steep both teas.

Perhaps there’s really no way he can tell his friend, his best friend’s wife, that her husband’s currently comatose for rushing home to catch her. The finishes off the eggs with a dash of salt and turned off the range.

“There’s no soft way I can break this to you [name]…” Only then did you have the courage to look into his eyes. “Satoru’s currently in a coma. He got into a terrible car accident.”

He’s gauging your reaction. He’s purposely omitted the fact that his best friend ran multiple red lights and sped beyond limits because he caught word of you coming home. It would break you, and blame your self as the reason he’s in a vegetative state. “No… N-no you’re kidding… this is just some silly prank he got you in.” You chuckle without a trace of humor.

The man in front of you wordlessly plates the eggs and stale bread. “C’mon, eat up. I’ll take you to him.”

Suguru was patient enough to help you clean up yourself as he helped you to the bathroom and even got you a fresh set of clothes on the bed. But the gravity of the truth only weighs on you as you sit in the passenger seat and the familiar city streets and the hospital comes into view.

While the elevator lifts you up, your palms start to sweat; as if mirroring the events this morning but with more melancholy than ever. The sterile scent of the hospital is making your stomach sick and all you want to do is throw up.

You never liked being inside the hospital. It serves as a reminder of sadness, grief and death. And right now as Suguru leads you toward the VIP ward, your hands start to tremble and your pace starts to slow down.

Before the raven-haired man opens the door, you quickly grab his wrist, “Geto-san, I-I can’t. I’ll come back when he’s better.” You turn to leave and he is quick to grab your arms to stop you.

“Hey, I know this is harder for you, more than anyone else, I’m the only one who understands that. But please, for Satoru,” he says with a squeeze to your arms. With tears brimming, you nod, and he let’s one hand go to slide the door open.

When Suguru thought that this was a royally fucked up situation, he never meant it to snowball into this royally fucked up situation.

The moment after he slid the door open and you entered the room, he’s met by Satoru’s mother. And upon seeing your presence behind him, the woman immediately reached for you to slap you square in the face “You have some gall to show up here!! You witch!! How dare you! How dare you come see my son when you’re the reason he’s here.”

It all happened so fast that Suguru couldn’t stop the older woman from her rage and protect you from her misplaced anger. But still, he comes between you and Mrs. Gojo, “Auntie, please… not in front of Satoru… not like this… please.”

By that, the older woman’s cold, hatred-filled gaze had befallen Geto. “And you! I’m disappointed! You’re his best friend, how could you bring the very woman that’s the cause of my son’s suffering!”

“I apologize for not informing you beforehand, but she’s his wife. I’m certain that Satoru would want his wife to be here if he were awake.”

Trying to make yourself smaller, you just stood there shaking and silently crying, not registering how the confrontation is going down. What did she mean that it’s all your fault? You were the cause of all this? What did you do.

You tried to peek a glance out of Suguru’s broad shoulders, only managing to see the foot end of Satoru’s bed and hearing the beeping of various monitors.

Satoru’s in a coma. Your husband, your lover, is in a partial deathbed because of… you. Bile and guilt rises up, so you did what any coward would’ve done: you ran out.

Hearing the door slide open, Geto quickly turns to look at you only to see you take off. He immediately calls your name and runs off to follow you, his pace increasing as he tries to catch you, and he does.

Before you were able to enter the elevator, a hand grabs your arm which you try to shrug off. “Geto-s-san let go.” The man doesn’t, he wraps you in his arms instead; and there you cry even harder.

Geto feels… sad for you. He couldn’t ever imagine the pain you’re in at this moment as you keep saying ‘I’m sorry’s over and over again, in between your sobs. The best he could do was offer you a hug and pats on your back as you cried hard.

Suguru was kind enough to lead you to the hospital’s roof top garden to take a seat. He just let you cry all your tears, only offering pats on your back and a shoulder to cry on. Sooner the sobs and hiccups die down. Geto stood to get something to drink from the vending machine.

It seems mundane to sit in silence with the cold lemon beverage in your hand. Except, nothing about this is normal. This is a hospital, your husband is here, unconscious and barely living, and it’s supposedly all your fault.

By now, no more tears are left to be cried, you’re just staring blankly as if a void has materialized in front of you. “Geto-san, what did she mean by that?”

The man swallows dryly, thinking of ways to ease the information to you. “Hmm… you mean Satoru’s mom?” He tries to play the nonchalant one but your lack of any reaction nor reply tells him that he should just lay everything out in the open.

“Investigations during the day of the crash points to you and him having a conflict… The police said that the circumstantial evidences lead them to believe that he was driving beyond city speed limits distracted.” There’s no reaction from you so he continues.

“The footage on the black box of his car showed that he was talking to someone in haste… That he was trying to call someone repeatedly… It all pointed to you when the call registry log they had retrieved showed 28 missed calls to your number.”

Your nails start to fidget along the rim of the unopened can. So it’s like that. Have you not shut off your phone then you wouldn’t be here in this shithole. Have you just stopped being selfish and texted him of your plans and whereabouts then none of these things would have happened.

A hand on your shoulder is enough to snap you out from your thought. Turning to Geto, you give him a sad smile, “I’m sorry… I know I’ve been saying that for the past hour… but she’s right…”

The canned drink is taken from you and Geto opens it. “You don’t have to believe that. None of this is your fault. Hell, you weren’t even the one driving that goddamn truck. It was all… just… bad timing.” Geto tries consoling you. It’s true. It’s called an accident for a reason. No one wanted it to happen in the first place. He gets up and you just look at the hand he’s offering.

“So come, let’s go see Satoru,” he says with a gentle smile. The way you looked down at the drink and sipped on it is so melancholic. Shaking your head, “His mom is probably still there… I should just head home… and come another day…”

The older man just clicks his tongue. “Y’know that shouldn’t stop you from seeing him? You’re literally his wife. Plus, I have a feeling she left the hospital already. When have my hunches ever been wrong?” You resign with a sigh, stood up, and threw away the half empty can.

Actually, as Geto got you a drink, he already texted Satoru’s father of what had happened. He hoped that it would be enough to take wife off the hospital premises so that you could see your husband.

To yours and Geto’s dismay, Mrs. Gojo didn’t leave just yet. However, she wasn’t alone. Her husband is also in the room when they got there. Seemingly, this quelled the older woman’s anger that she held for you. “Auntie, sir” Geto says and you join him as he offers them a bow.

You don’t look any of them in the eye. Well, it’s rather difficult and you do have shame. After all, this was mostly your doing that their son is in that state. What shocked you is Seishiro Gojo approaching you; who gave you a brief hug.

“Welcome home [name]. It’s a relief to see you back.” The older man’s voice is stern yet there’s softness underneath. He is the first to welcome you back ever since you stormed out of your home earlier this week, and gosh did it feel so comforting.

Among all the members of the Gojo clan, apart from Satoru, he treated you the nicest. You’d even say that he welcomed you as a daughter and not just an outsider to the family, even though that only happened after Satoru fought neck and neck with his whole family the day he proposed to you.

You didn’t know what to say to him so you expressed your gratitude and kept your head low once again. This earned a snide remark from his wife, “Tsk, there’s no point in this farce Shiro.”

“Enough of that nonsense, she is family as much as anyone else in the Gojo family, and we are not doing this in front of Satoru.” It ends at that. Though you know for a fact that Mrs. Gojo will never let it go, ever. Because that’s just the type of woman she is.

After all the not-so-pleasant pleasantries, you finally got to see Satoru as a whole. It pains you to see him hooked to multiple tubes that’s probably there to help him stay alive. He looks paler than he usually is. There’s multiple minor cuts on his cheek, his brows and his chin. His forehead covered by gauze, which you’re assuming he’s suffered a fatal blow to his head.

The sight made you tear up again. Slowly, you walk towards his bed and with shaky hands, you reach for him. His hand feels warm and you think that’s a good sign. “Hi Satoru, I’m home,” you whisper and a single tear streaks down your cheek.

It takes you a long moment to absorb the feeling of being near him again. At the end of the day, he’s your person as much as you’re his’.

“I’m home… so…” Your eyelids shut close as you try to anchor yourself in this reality. “Wake up baby… please…” you whisper desperately, clutching his free hand.

Geto suggested that you stay here for the night as Satoru’s watcher, to which Mr. Gojo had agreed with. His mom was adamant and quick to leave a snide remark but couldn’t really go against the final word of her husband.

Soon the older couple left. Geto stayed for a while to answer some of your questions and got you take out before going back to the penthouse to get you an exchange of clothes.

As you sat on a stool beside your husband’s sleeping form, you couldn’t help but remember the last time you saw him. He asked, no… he pleaded for you to stay. That’s what probably hurts you the most; he practically begged you to release your anger and pain by hurt him physically so you don’t need to leave. You’d never do it, but now you regret leaving. Fuck. Sleeping in the guest bedroom would’ve given you the solitude you sought that night!

“Satoru… I’m sorry. I’m so… so… sorry I left.” The tears didn’t come as you tried to hold it in. You don’t deserve to cry, not with your husband’s current status.

Geto returns with a gym bag full of your clothes. He’s met by your hunched sleeping form, hand still clutching Satoru’s. He leaves a note on the bedside table and drapes a thin blanket on your shoulders. He hopes that you can ride the wave and see it through. You’re strong, he’s sure.

Days passed. Weeks passed.

Unable to commit to a full time at the law firm, you turned in your resignation letter and hoped they can understand the situation you are in. Law school semester continued and you try to juggle it along with looking after Satoru.

It’s been a month since the accident and you’re barely functioning outside the hospital. Partly, the reason for resigning was because you wanted to lessen the time you spent away from Satoru. He can wake up at any moment and you need to be there when he does.

Anyone who knows of your situation would tell you that it’s difficult to balance classes and taking care of your sick husband. It is. But you’d endure this for another year if it means that there is always a chance for him to wake up.

Besides, you plan on finishing this last semester so you can focus more on him. It’s almost mid-sem so it’s just a few more weeks before it’s over.

Everyday you talk to Satoru about your day. Sometimes you narrate a case that was assigned as a reading material and tell him the process on how you dissect it clause by clause, paragraph by paragraph. It’s futile though. He’s unresponsive. But people always say they can hear us speak to them. It’s never too wrong to try.

Geto drops by weekly to check on both of you. He had suggested you write down your day on a notebook so that when he wakes up, he’d still get filled in on the things he’d missed. His mother often comes as well. You know because flowers are constantly changed and replenished. Albeit, you don’t see her as often. You think she comes in the day when you’re in class.

Some nights are just harder than the others, you’d often wake up by your phone’s alarm, nose dived into your books and laptop after you passed out from studying all night or breaking down as you try to get your readings done.

Day to day life since you came back has been on auto-pilot mode. It’s a cycle of rinse and repeat. You wake up, check on Satoru, attend class, go back, check on Satoru again, study… it just circles back. So it is not a surprise that you passed out on the way to one of the lecture hall your class was held in.

White popcorn ceilings were the first to register in your line of vision as you opened your eyes. You assume that you’re in the university’s infirmary. You lay there for a few more minutes before the cream curtains are slightly drawn.

“Oh you’re awake! I’m Nurse Minato, you’ve been brought here after you passed out in the hallway… do you remember that?” You simply nod.

She does some physical tests on you to see if you’re still coherent and asks you some questions on your lifestyle, which you all answered truthfully and concisely… except for your monthly cycle.

“Alright, how about your cycle? Notice anything unusual?” She asks, eyes planted on the clipboard and scribbling down things. You remain silent, forehead scrunched down. Things were too hectic for you that you never really noticed if you had it the past 2 and a half months.

“Um… I’ve been too stressed out lately so I haven’t really noticed. Do you have my bag? I have a tracking app.” The nurse pulls out a caddy from under your bed and hands you your bookbag.

Opening the app quickly, you see that your cycle prediction show that your period’s been delayed for around 73 days. Now it’s not always accurate, but 73 days is extreme.

“Uh… it says here that I’ve been delayed for 73 days.” With that she stops scribbling and slowly looks up to meet your eyes. She says nothing and gets up to grab something from the cabinet fixtures within the room.

“Are you sexually active?”

Then it dawns on you. It is highly possible. The last time you had sex with your husband was when he returned from an overseas business trip to France. That was 2 weeks prior to your heated argument.

“Not at the moment… but I…had last contact with my husband a few months back.” She simply hums and hands you a pregnancy test. “Restroom is at the back. Come back when you’re done okay?”

You stare at the box as if it’s done you wrong. The possibility of pregnancy is actually high considering that night, Satoru asked you to hit it raw until you agreed. You laugh humorlessly. What great timing! The one time you have sex without the condom and he’s able to plant one in you?

Setting a timer, you follow the box instructions and collect your pee sample. Each passing second was agitating and had you shifting your weight from one foot to another, arms hugging your torso. What then if it reads two pink lines?

The timer blares and echoes in the confined space of the restroom. The irony of it all is that the baby you and Satoru had argued awfully about will be here in a few months. Fuck.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo angst #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo saturo #gojo x you #gojo x y/n

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hwa-stars · 5 months ago

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Skirt lifter (Chapter 5)

Genre: High-school au, slow burning love, fluff, mention of mature language (+14)

Pairing: non!idol Park Seonghwa x fem!named reader

Summary: In which Park Seonghwa is accused of being a pervert.

Word count: 1.108k

Taglist: @dinossaurz @babigriin @hecateslittlewitchling (if anyone wants to be added to the taglist, please comment)

"So of all the things Hongjoong told me about you, I found out you're a scholar." Seonghwa leaned on the desk while watching me work. "That's surprising I must said."

"I'm most surprised that you'd talk about me."

"Well if a stranger punches your face, the most reasonable action is make some research about them" he helped me with some books. "And sue them." He laughed

"If that's the way you want to wasted your time, it's fine with me."

"Anyway, you told us to contact you if we knew about any job, right?"

"Yes" I said suspicious

"Well, I need a tutor" he sighed "In calculus."

"Really, for who?"

"Me."

"Why?"

"Why else do people hire tutors?" He asked obvious.

"I thought you meant for your sister, brother or anyone."

"I said that I need a tutor" he emphasized the I "So, what do you say?"

"I don't know Seonghwa " I muttered

"Why not? I badly one, considering that exams are next week" He fake cried "Please, please!" He begged me giving me puppy eyes.

"Why don't you ask Hongjoong?" I asked since I know he has good grades too.

"He's tutoring Yeosang and Wooyoung so he couldn't take me in" he explained "Please, I promise no skirt lifting."

"Fine" I give up and he smile "For two hours."

"What?"

"I'll tutoring you for two hours and if you still don't understand I'm done."

"Two hours is not enough!" He wined.

"Take ir or leave it."

I also think that two hours is not enough, but I don't want to be close to him or people to see us and started talking about me like those girls.

"Fine, what's your fee?" He grouned giving up.

"It's fine, you don't need to pay me." I shook my head stacking the last books on the shelf.

"But, it's supposed to be a job" he asked surprised.

"You can't put a price in education, as long as I help you understand, that's fine with me."

"Wow Minseo, you're such a kind soul" he stared at me and make my cheeks burned.

"Thank you so much, what will I ever do without you?" I facked his voice and he laughed.

He took the hood of my hoodie and placed it over my head, I looked up at him still blushing.

"Thank you" He whispered and quickly took the strings of the hoodie and tightened the hood over my face. "Pororo" He end with a smile and patted my head.

And he had to ruin the moment with his stupid nickname.

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"You used the wrong formula"

"Yeah, for this problem not for that one." I pointed out the problem.

"But you told me to used it."

"Oh, sorry" he scratched his hair shyly.

"It's fine, you can started over"

After I finished my work at the library, Seonghwa and I agreed to take one hour of tutoring today and the other hour tomorrow. However, the hour had passed and we were getting nowhere because he kept mixing the formulas and I tried to explained him.

"I'm surprised you are not yelling at me" Seonghwa comments after he finished the problem.

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know I'd figure out you'll be yelling me or giving up trying to tutoring me." He continued his worksheet.

"Oh, I've handled dumbest kids before. You are not the worst that I had." I joked

"That's encouraging" He answers sarcastically.

"I'm kidding, I think I can't be in any position to get mad since everyone has different learning capacities."

Seonghwa continued working in his worksheet as I grabbed a book to study for my history exam.

"That's true."

"I'm gonna grab a drink form the vending machine, want anything?" Seonghwa asked.

"Oh yes, one chocolate bar please" I mentioned reaching for coins in my bag.

"It's my treat" He answered before taking his wallet and walking away.

Although I didn't want to be in debt with Seonghwa even if it's a chocolate bar, I whipped the table and look at my phone when suddenly a phone vibrate and it was Seonghwa's. I didn't want to invade his privacy, but the vibration of notifications were a lot.

There were a lot of 'where the fuck are you?😡' and 'everyone's here dude' messages, I saw Seonghwa walking back and he handed me my chocolate and I thank him.

"By the way, your phone was vibrating nonstop it seem urgent." I point his phone and he nodded.

He took his phone and read his messages, for the messages I expect him to leave soon so I started packing my things while he answered the messages.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"What are you doing?" He asked sitting down.

"No" he shook his head. "Quit with the chatting, we have work to do Pororo" He take his pencil again and started answering the worksheet.

It's weird, I'd have guessed that would leave at the moment because it seems like people were waiting for him.

"You want a picture of me?" He asked without looking up.

"What?"

"Well, you have been staring at me for a while." He poke my cheek with his pencil. "So take a picture of me, it will last longer." I blushed but look away. "Awww, you're blushed."

"No it's hot."

"Who? Me?" He smirked

"The weather dumbass."

"We're in an air-conditioned room Minseo."

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I started to get boring so I started to draw an ice cream on my notebook, we've been here for two and a half hours. I'm surprised how distracted Seonghwa can be, he started asking me personal questions and making unnecessary comments riled up in him forgetting the task he had to do.

"You want to get ice cream?" Seonghwa asked looking at my draw.

"Yes, I want some."

"Then, let’s get some" he put his pencil back at the table.

"Forget it" I rolled my eyes.

"Why? You said you want ice cream."

"No, after you finished the problems you left." I point out the paper.

"Really?" He asked and his eyes sparkled, I haven't seen his eyes like that before but I nodded.

"Deal" he took his pencil and started working.

I almost hung out my mouth when 10 minutes later, Seonghwa had already finished the last problems.

"Well, let's go" He stretched out his arms.

I started checking his worksheet, looking for a minimal mistake but there wasn't any!

"How did you?" I asked confuse, a few minutes ago he was mixing the formulas and now he answered rigth.

"What can I say?" Ice cream is a great motivation." He smiled at me. "Let's get that ice cream, Pororo."

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #park seonghwa #seonghwa #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa x reader

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yelenasdiary · 2 years ago

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Different Kind of Love || Part VII 2/2

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Working for Natasha was never easy and being a low-level assistant for the CEO wasn’t where you thought you’d be after working your hardest for 2 years. After catching you in tears on Christmas Eve, Natasha’s cold ways start to warm up.

Notes: Dylan’s dialog is meant to sound like how a 5-year-old would talk and his nickname is Dyl and not a misspell.

I want to give a HUGE thank you to @daddynattt for helping me so much with this last chapter! It means a lot to me and I just know my readers will also be thankful xx

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"Are you completely sure?" Natasha asked just to assure herself she heard you correctly as you stood in front of her. "I don't want to hear a single word about it. Do it, but don't tell me when or how or where. I never, ever want to hear his name come from your mouth again" you explained, your stomach turning at the idea, knowing you just asked Natasha to murder somebody for you.

"That fee-"

"Save it, please. By morning, I want to take my son home and you and I" you paused for a moment after cutting her off, "you are my boss, I can't get involved with this" you added.

"Y/n, you already are" Natasha informed you, "you're asking me to k-"

"I know what I'm asking of you" you stopped her from saying that one word. "I need space from you, I need space from all of this. Please understand that I'm thankful for everything you have done for Dylan and I…but I need you to just leave us alone"

Your words hurt Natasha deeply as she nodded slowly, losing you as her best friend wasn't something she thought about if you had ever found out about her true business. She watched you walk away before downing a shot of vodka and for the first time in her life, she hated what she did for a living.

Morning came a moment too quickly for you, Dylan woke up with a burst of energy as he woke you from the 20-minute nap you managed to get in from overthinking all night. "Mommy!! It's breakfast time!!" He shook you the best he could with a sparkle in his eyes, "come on mommy!!" he added.

"I'm awake, you cheeky monster!" you attacked him with kisses over his cheek just to hear his precious giggle and just for those short moments you forgot about the world, just for a moment. "Can I please have ice cream for breakfast?" Dylan asked once he had calmed down, giving you his signature baby face and puppy eyes in hopes of convincing you. "I don't think so Mr!" you smiled softly while shaking your head, "how about we go out for breakfast this morning?" you suggested.

"Can aunty Nat come?" Dylan pouted slightly. You looked at your son and did your best to let him down easy, not wanting to worry him about anything that you knew. "She's got work today darling, so I think she's a bit busy this morning but I'm sure we can do something with her again another time" you said, brushing his messy bed hair back, "lets to pack up your toys and get home for a bath then we can go to iHop for breakfast" you added. Dylan sighed as expected when a child doesn't usually get their own way.

You were able to get yourself and Dylan out of Natasha's condo without seeing her, telling Dylan that she would've already left for work. He was sad that he couldn't see the woman he called his aunty, and you could only hope with some deep distractions, he'd get used to her not being around much anymore.

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"Can I dress myself today?" Dylan asked as he played with his bath toys while you washed the shampoo from his curly locks that you adore so much. "As long as it's not summer clothing" you smiled before pouring another jug of water through his hair.

While Dylan took his time finding his own fashion statement for the day, you took a moment to tidy up your apartment and charge your mobile. It wasn't a surprise when your phone was charged enough that you had plenty of unread text messages from your mother and Natasha. You couldn't help but stare at Natasha's worried messages for a moment without thinking about what she could possibly do to Kane. Would she torture him? Or would she make it something quick and he wouldn't feel anything? You snapped out of your thoughts when a text from your mother popped up at the top of your screen.

"Honey, please call me when you can! Your father and I are worried about you xo – mom"

Feeling like a young teenager again, you did what the message said and waited patiently for your mother's voice to bring you comfort.

"Darling! Oh my god, are you okay?!"

"Hey mom, I'm so sorry about not being in touch. I had a work meeting come up and Dylan was up sick last night, so I haven't had a chance to look at my phone" You've never lied as well as you did just now.

"Oh, my poor baby, is he okay?"

"Yeah, just a little too much ice cream" you chuckled, "I was wondering, are you and dad free today for me to drop Dylan off for a few days?" You asked already knowing the answer, but you just had to be sure.

"Of course, honey but that's a long drive, will you stay with us too?" Your mother asked in her worried tone.

"I have a lot of work to do so I can't stay, but I promise when I come to pick him up, I'll stay for a while"

"Is it the court stuff? Because if so, your father and I want to be there for you. We'll come stay at a hotel if you need" Your stomach dropped, and your mind instantly thought about Natasha and what she would likely be doing today.

"It's okay mom, I would rather keep Dylan away from it all but I promise to keep you guys updated on everything" you did your best to keep a convincing tone. "We should be at yours a little after lunch time, I promised Dylan breakfast at iHop on the way" you added with a soft smile on your face.

"Alright darling, we will make sure we have everything he needs. What does he eat? Toys he likes? Anything I can get him, I will"

"He loves his fruit and veg so he'll love your roast dinners for sure! He loves fire trucks at the moment but I'll make sure to pack him with plenty of toys and clothing. He is allergic to honey but I'll write down what he likes and doesn't"

"Honey? That's new"

"Trust my son to be one with a rare allergy" you chuckled just as Dylan came out into the living room dressed in sweaters, an orange t-shirt on inside out and his firefighter helmet. You chuckled at your son who stood proudly with a smile, "I'll send you a text message when we're on our way, I love you mom" you added and hung up after your mother said she loved you too.

"Look at you! Come here so I can fix your t-shirt" you opened your arms wide for him to come running to you and that he did. "Do you like my outfit mommy?" he asked with his smile still wide and proud, "I love it honey! We just need to get you a hoodie or jacket and you're all set" you kissed his forehead before taking off his inside out shirt to fix. "I couldn't find my red hoodie" he pouted, his favorite hoodie that you had a struggle getting it off him and into the wash. "That's because it needed a wash but it should be in the tumble dryer" you pulled the t-shirt over his head and put his helmet back on, "there you go my little fire fighter" you smiled.

"Can we go to breakfast now mommy? Please, I'm hungry" Dylan picked at the herm of his t-shirt as if he was nervous.

"We will, but first we need to go pack some toys and clothes. You're going to go have a big sleep over with grandma and grandpa"

"I am?!" Dylan's eyes widened at the news with excitement, "you are buddy! Why don't you go back some of your favourite toys in your paw patrol backpack, I'll get your red hoodie from the tumble dryer and pack you some clothes" you suggested with a soft smile. Dylan nodded quickly before racing off to his room once again.

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Natasha knew you and Dylan were gone before she even made her way to her large kitchen, dismissing her personal chef and making herself a pot of coffee as she tried to keep herself from tearing up. Her phone buzzed with messages from Bucky asking what the plan was only made her sigh deeply. She took a shower and took a moment to clear her mind. She was going to kill somebody today and not just anybody.

She would kill Kane in a heartbeat if it meant she still had her closest friend but the thought of not being close to you anymore dawned on her, not seeing Dylan's adorable little smile, not being able to feel like she finally made a friend on her own and not from the illegal acts of her business.

Natasha had to remind herself why she was about to kill Kane. The hurt he brought you and your son, the fear she saw in your eyes when she read you the email he sent, the panic you had at the thought of Kane taking Dylan away from you. Knowing that since Dylan came into this world you weren't ever able to feel safe, always looking over your shoulder and wondering if you'd wake up to your son missing. All thoughts of your fears ran through Natasha's mind as she looked at herself in the mirror with a faint smirk on her lips as she felt herself soon start thinking about a world without Kane.

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"Please stop!!" Kane begged, his face beaten and bruised and covered with his own blood. "If you're going to kill me, just do it already!" he spat with tears streaming down his face while Natasha sat down in front of him. It had been hours of harsh torture for Kane as Natasha soaked up his cries and begs to stop, she loved the sound of his life in her hands and knowing she had full control over his final moments.

"Oh, I am going to kill you, don't worry about that" Nat winked before rolling her wrists, releasing a cracking sound. "Then what are you waiting for?! I've admitted to everything, I know I'm not leaving this hell hole alive so just do it! DO IT ALREADY!" Kane begged once more as Natasha stared him down coldly. "I like hearing you beg, it's fun. If I had it my way, I would've liked to let you go and have you look over your shoulder every fucking day wondering if anybody is watching everything you do. I'd love to keep you on your toes and tossing at night wondering if it was safe to be in your own home. But, killing you sounds just a lot better" she smirked as she leant back in her seat.

It surprised Natasha how long Kane was able to serve the brutal torture she delivered to him. Plying most of his fingers off, breaking both of his legs with a sledgehammer, multiple stab wounds including two combat knives still stabbed through his hands that kept him even more combined to the chair he was chained too. Kane passed out a few times only for Natasha to drench him in cold, dirty water keeping him from any form of comfort.

She could see the fear she installed in him, the loss of hope in his eyes, the trembling in his bottom lip, the shakiness in his voice, she had him right where she wanted him. Completely begging for her to end his pain.

"You're fucking sick!" Kane threw his head back slightly, "what else do you want from me?!" he asked.

"I already have what I wanted" Natasha chuckled leaving a smirk on her lips just before her phone broke the moment of silence between the two. Seeing your name lit up on her phone was the last thing she'd see today; Natasha left the room and took a deep breath before answering.

"Hey" she spoke softly.

"Don't do it, Nat! Please tell me you haven't already done it, please!"

"Woah, Y/n calm down, nothing has been done. Is everything okay? Have you changed your mind?"

"I…I want to talk to him, please"

"Are you sure? I don't know if that's a goo-"

"Please Nat….if you're going to do it, I need to speak to him before you do it…please" you begged.

"Alright, where are you? I'll come get you" Natasha finally replied after moments of silence.

"I just got home; Dylan is with my parents until things die down"

"I'll be half hour, are you sure you want to do this?" Natasha asked once more.

"I'm sure, Nat….please" you begged one last time.

"Okay, I'll see you soon"

"Thank you, Nat" you replied before the call hung up.

Natasha walked into her office where Bucky had made himself a little too comfortable with a pizza and beer to keep himself 'busy' as he would say. "You're done already? I thought you would've been a lot longer" he looked up at the redhead with a cold smirk. "Y/n wants to talk to him" Nat grabbed her coat, "What?" Bucky asked in a confused tone as he quickly sat up, removing his feet from Nat's desk.

"I'll be back. Don't let him fall asleep or die" she ordered as she grabbed her keys.

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The drive back to Natasha's bunker was silent. You could barely look at her, even for a second without the feeling of your stomach-turning upside down. She notices the way you couldn't stop rubbing your hands up and down the top of your thighs and the way you couldn't stop blinking or trying to swallow the lump that was stuck in your throat.

"You don't have to do this, Y/n" Natasha broke the silence as she looked over at you for a short moment before her eyes focused on the road in front of her. "W-what?" you asked with a stutter when her voice broke you from your thoughts. Natasha pulled the car over, turned the car off and turned to you. "You don't have to do it" she repeated.

"I do, it's something I feel I need to do before…you know" your eyes struggled to look at her for more than a second, "he needs to know what he did was wrong, and I don't mean that I don't love Dylan because I do. Without him I probably would've done something really bad" tears start to build up in your eyes, "but I've been hurting for so long and I need him to know that. This whole situation isn't how I imagined telling him, you've kil-…you did, I me"

"I know" Natasha interrupted making you look at her once again.

"Please don't do it" the tears now streaming freely, "I can't live with the thought of it. I know you might be able too, but I can't, please" you added. Natasha nodded softly, "how can you do it? How can you live with yourself?" you asked before Natasha could open her mouth.

"I" Natasha was speechless, she'd never thought about how she was able to torture people and take their lives without it playing on her mind. She got a kick from it all but she couldn't admit that to you, you'd think she's more than just sick. "W-what I do, what I have done…I, it's…I don't just target anybody. Everybody has something and honestly, they deserved what they got" she struggled to explain.

"But you can't decide who lives and dies Natasha. You're a lawyer, there's rules, there are legal ways to deal with people. Kane needs prison time, nature will take its course, not you"

"If you don't want me to do it, I won't. But I can't risk letting him free, you have to understand that" Nat reached for your hand, "you can't keep him forever" you frowned with worry as you pulled your hand away from her.

"Y/n, I can't let him go. He'll talk and with the injuries he has, it would be believable"

"H-h…how bad have you hurt him?" You looked at her with fear while your tears kept streaming. "Can you please take my word for it?" she looked at you with pleading eyes, "I know you want to talk to him and you can but I don't want the image of him to scare you" she added.

"He's bad, isn't he?"

Natasha nodded.

"He going to die anyway, isn't he?"

Natasha nodded once again, "I should've waited, I'm sorry" she spoke while you wiped your tears. "Let's just go before it's too late" you turned away from Natasha and kept your attention to the passenger window.

The rest of the drive was just as silent to begin with, every now and then Natasha would look over at you and wish things were different. She wished you never found out.

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Natasha walked you to the room where she was keeping Kane, the only sounds that could be heard throughout her bunker were your footsteps and Bucky blasting some old radio tunes from her office.

"Y/n, please wait" Natasha gently grabbed your hand and turned you to face her. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that you found out about all of this. I didn't want you to know and I understand if you don't want anything to do with me again, I do but please…you're my best friend. I just want you to know that" she looked into your eyes hoping that you could see that she never meant for any of this to harm you.

"Can you wait here? I need to talk to him alone" you replied almost shrugging off her words as she nodded. You took a moment to prepare yourself before opening the door, gasping to yourself when you saw Kane's condition.

"Y/n?" he mumbled, covered in blood and smelt awful as you slowly turned away from the door to face him. A chair was placed in front of him, one you can only assume that Natasha used to intimidate the man. "Wh-what are you doing here? Y-you have you leave! Your b-boss, she's fucking cr-crazy!" he added in a stutter while you took small steps towards the chair. The sight of him made your eyes fill with tears once more, as much as you hated Kane, you'd never seen anybody as beaten and in pain as Kane is right now.

"I mean it, Y/n! g-get out of here!" he choked, spitting out blood to the floor.

"I..I need you to listen to me" you spoke as you sat down in front of him, his face swollen from the torture Natasha's fist delivered. "I'm sorry, okay?! I'm s-so, so, s-sorry! I hurt you and Dylan; I know but you h-have to get out of here! P-please!"

"You hurt me, Kane" you ignored his pleas for you to leave, "you were my friend…I trusted you and you didn't listen to me….I said no, I begged you to stop" you added while remembering the night your life changed.

"I k-know"

"You don't!" you spat with tears streaming down your cheeks, "you don't know! You didn't care! You laughed at me, held me down while you and your…friends…Kane, you hurt me in ways I didn't know I could be hurt. You broke my trust, my confidence, my safety net, you broke me. Do you know how scared I was when that pregnancy test came back positive? Do you know how sick I felt? Knowing that I was pregnant by one of my…r-rapists…you made me grow up when I wa-"

"Please d-don't do this"

"LISTEN!" you shouted at him, even Dylan had never been yelled at in such a high shout. "I need you to know all of this, so please…just listen!" Kane struggled to keep eye contact with you as you waited for him to response, "can you do that? Can you listen for a moment?" you asked, finally Kane nodded.

"I had plans, I had dreams and you took all over that from me. I couldn't bear to look at my parents after finding out I was pregnant; I couldn't leave my house because of you! My father wanted to kill you himself when he found out, when my mother found me on the floor in the bathroom begging for a god to just take me, she broke. You did that! I thought about hurting myself so many times that my mother had to sleep in the same room as me because she didn't trust me, she took me to my first appointment and the moment I heard my, MY baby's heartbeat, I knew I had to be strong for him.

Since I found out I was pregnant I wanted nothing more than to get rid of him and hope I could somehow move on. I hated knowing I had a child growing inside of me, but hearing his heartbeat I realized he didn't deserve the hate and anger I had for him. I promised him, before I found out he was a boy that no matter what was going to happen, I would love them, I would protect them and I would do anything for them.

Dylan is MY child, MY son. He is nothing like you! He's beautiful, he's caring, he's so full of life, he reaches for the stars with everything he does! He doesn't have a bad bone in him, he once made me look after a squirrel that was hit by a car and I did it for him, to see that beautiful smile he has. So don't you ever think for a second that Dylan is your son or that you have anything to do with him. Everything Dylan is comes from me!

I kept him safe; I kept a roof over his head, I gave him everything I had while you made things harder for me. I knew the moment he was born, the second I saw him I knew that it was your DNA. But for the first time since that night, I wasn't mad, I didn't wish for a god to take me, I was happy. I had a healthy, strong and beautiful baby boy" Your eyes stared heavily into Kane's while tears had now made a river of your cheeks.

"I want you to hurt like I did, to only see darkness, to fear everything you do! I want you to never feel safe, I want you to wonder what you might wake up too in the morning. I want all your hopes and dreams to be crushed" you added when Kane's eyes dropped to the bloody splattered floor in front of him.

"Y/n…I…I was drunk, we all w-were. Y-you said you wa-"

"No!" you stood up, your fists in balls of anger, "Don't you ever say I asked for what you did to me! You drugged me! You forced me to say I wanted it, that I liked it! Every day I remember something from that night, and it breaks me all over again!" you added in anger before slowly sitting down again. "You're going to feel guilty, are you? You're never going to see the wrong you did, the hurt you brought, are you?" you asked.

"You d-don't think I'm hurting?!" Kane spat, "LOOK AT ME Y/N!" He shouted, "You did THIS TO ME!" he added. His words only confirmed your thoughts, "I didn't do this" you spoke as you stood up again, "you did this" you added before making your way to the door.

"Y/n, I'm s-sorry! Pl-please! h-help me out of h-here! I'll leave y-you and D-Dylan alone forever, I pr-promise" he begged, his injuries causing his stutter of words. His begs only got louder as you ignored him and opened the too to see Natasha and Bucky waiting outside. With one hand you did your best to wipe your tears while the over closed the door behind you, draining out Kane's begs for help.

"Are you okay?" Natasha asked as she took a step towards you. "Just do it" you nodded before your eyes dropped to your feet, "he didn't care" you added in a mumble, your legs felt wobbly as if you were about to fall, Bucky looked at Natasha who gave you a soft nod.

"He didn't even try to care" you started to sob as you started to walk away, "I'll wait in the car" you added without looking back at Natasha. "Hey, come here" Bucky opened his arms for you, without a second thought you crashed into him and cried as he held you.

"I've got her" Bucky mouthed to Natasha who didn't want to leave you but it was only a matter of hours before Kane's body would shut down. She nodded to Bucky and waited for him to take you out of the bunker before she entered the room where Kane's cries for help came to a stop. Nat closed the door and locked it before walking over to the countertop and picked up her favorite combat knife and began to sharpen as Kane watched in fear.

"Please stop, I'm done okay! You win! Just fucking kill me already!" He began to cry when Natasha turned and looked at him with a dark smirk on her lips. "I already told you, I'm going to kill you but after that I think it's only fair we deal with the reason you're here in the first place, right?" she chuckled as she walked over to him, kicking his chair over. He yelled in pain as his head smacked the hard flooring, not hard enough to knock him out but enough to give him a headache later on.

"What t-the f-uck are you doing?!" He panicked as Natasha unzipped his trousers and harshly grabbed his cock from his boxers. "No, no no! PLEASE DON'T!" Kane yelled at the top of his lungs as Nat brought her knife closer to his penis, "I told you. It's only fair we deal with that got you into this mess first, didn't I?" She looked over at him and smiled as she kept her eye contact with him while her knife made a clear slice from the base of his genitals. Blood splattered everywhere while Kane screamed in pain, almost passing out.

"Oh, stop your fucking crying!" Natasha as she pulled Kane's chair up from the floor before dangling his penis in front of his eyes, "Y-YOU CUT OFF M-MY D-DICK?!" Kane shouted while Nat chuckled, "it's not like you're missing much" she joked as she walked back over to the countertop of weapons. Kane's penis was tossed onto the counter as if it was a useless item that Natasha couldn't care less if it broke. She put a face mask on and grabbed the blow-torch before testing its blue flame causing Kane to squirm and shout louder for help, help he knew he would never get.

"Since you think you know how to use this ugly thing" Natasha grabbed his penis from the counter with her free hand, the blow-torch in the other as she turned around and faced her victim once again. "You can watch me destroy it" she smiled before letting the blue flame turn orange as she lit Kane's member on fire. Kane was losing blood by the second, his skin turning pale as Natasha tossed the body part in flames onto Kane's lap, he screamed and squirmed as the flames came in contact with his thighs, setting him alight.

Natasha watched by the door as Kane's screams were something she'd never heard from anybody before, she watched as his entire body became covered in flames. She let out a deep breath and left the room and waited for his cries to stop, when she knew that Kane had finally died, she turned the roof sprinklers on putting the flames out.

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Bucky waiting outside your apartment door, not wanting to leave you alone even though you begged him to leave and slammed the door in his face. He didn't take it personally; he knew you were going through more emotions than he could even imagine. Natasha arrived to see him guarding your door while your sobs could faintly be heard from the inside.

"She wants to be alone" Bucky looked at Natasha, "I couldn't leave" he added.

"Give me a moment" Nat replied in a soft tone. Unsure if it was a good idea, Bucky moved aside, and Natasha let herself into your apartment. She could hear you crying from your bedroom and slowly made her way, knocking softly on your door. You ripped the covers off from over your head and looked at Natasha with wet, puffy eyes.

"Is he?" you asked, unable to say the word.

"He is" Natasha confirmed, "I wanted you to know. You don't have to worry about him…or me anymore" she added. Slowly you sat up still looking at her, "please stay" you spoke before Natasha could walk away, she looked at you with surprise.

"Y-you're my best friend and friends fight, we have up and downs but…. but I love you even if right now I'm a mess and have no idea what to do. You're my best friend, Nat. I'm mad at you, I'm confused, and it might take me some time to come to terms with things, but friends fight, right?" You smiled brokenly at her. "I don't want to be alone right now, I need my best friend" you added.

Nat smiled softly with tears of her own filling her eyes, she took her coat off and placed it on your dresser before she made herself comfortable in your bed, letting you rest your head on her shoulder. For the first time in a very, very long time Natasha felt love, a different kind of love that she didn't know she longed for.

"I'm right here" she whispered as you cried, letting yourself let all those built-up feelings over the past 6 years out. You were free, Dylan was free, and you have Natasha, your best friend to thank.

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At first sight Chapter Forty-Two

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 4137

Enough babbling. Back to the action… I guess 🤔

This chapter may not be pleasant to read for some people.

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Sanzu informed you about three different places that were behind on their last protection payment. Two restaurants agreed to pay the fee immediately and gave you the required amount in cash, while also informing you who was behind the whole situation. You were not expecting the answer that came.

A woman named Mina, who convinced Sato to betray Bonten and join Yuu's side. She was the one responsible for the attempted murder of you, Sanzu, and Mochizuki during Sato's club takeover.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were aware that you had heard of this woman before, but you couldn't remember when or where.

"Everything alright, Y/n?" Sanzu asked you as you drove silently to your last destination. On the way, you stopped at a small restaurant for a decent ramen, and now the man sat comfortably in his passenger seat.

“I don't know.”

“Huh? Didn't you like it?”

“I couldn't enjoy the food. That name keeps popping in my head, Mina.” You explained, stopping at a red light. “I feel like I've heard it before.”

“Mina is a very common female name, and a lot of hookers use it as a nickname.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, you're right. I just don't understand how one woman could intimidate three guys who work with us.” You replied, frowning slightly. “That doesn't make sense. How did she do that?”

“Or what she promised them.” Sanzu sighed and laughed quietly. “Maybe she's some kind of billionaire or something? Or is she hiding an army under her skirt that could defeat us?”

“An STD?” You asked, raising your eyebrows and Sanzu slapped you hard on the thigh. “Ouch!”

“You're disgusting.” Your passenger grimaced. “Fuck... Disgusting. Couldn't you have said something else?”

“Sorry... So, now the club and we're going to Mikey's, right?”

“Yes. You can drop me off at the apartment building on the way back.” He adjusted his seat belt and you gave him a sad look.

“Why?”

“What, why? I haven’t been home in a while.”

“It’s not like you left the kids alone and they’re crying…”

“We are not married and I do not want to hear what your sister thinks of us.” He raised one hand stopping you from speaking. “Seriously, she should focus on her private life.”

You did not comment on this, knowing that your sister had been trying to set her traps on Ran Haitani for almost three years. Sanzu knew about it as well and often found himself watching her efforts from the sidelines, thoroughly enjoying it.

“In three days, I will go to visit my father, it will be his birthday.” You said after a long moment of silence.

“Uh-huh.”

“It's funny that their birthdays are on the same day…”

“Hmm?”

“My dad and Natsuko.” You said, giving him a quick glance. “I already have a present for her.”

“That dollhouse you bought at the toy store you weren’t supposed to go to alone?”

“Come on, Sanzu. It’s not like that woman has any chance with me.”

“I don’t like it when she hangs around you.” The pink haired man’s tone was quite grim and you smiled at him slightly.

“I know you made sure she wouldn’t come to my cafe anymore.”

Sanzu glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and shrugged slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course.”

You pulled into the parking lot of a nightclub building in the entertainment district and both of you got out of the car. Sanzu smoothed out his jacket and pulled out a bottle of pills, from which he poured one pill into his hand and put it in his mouth.

“Are we going there right away?” You asked and seeing the man shake his head, you pulled out a pack of cigarettes. You took one out for yourself and offered one to your companion.

“Ran sent a message that they were done and got a message from Kakucho to join us.”

You put the lighter under his cigarette so he could light it and as soon as he took the first drag, you lit your own. You had the feeling that something similar had already happened. You, Sanzu, the Haitani brothers and collecting a debt from a nightclub...

You had a strangely bad feeling.

You took a drag on your cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke, watching it float in the air and disappear. You looked up at the sky, which was slowly starting to fill with rain clouds. You hadn't checked the weather forecast beforehand, too busy with the pink-haired man standing right next to you, enjoying his cigarette.

“Who owns the club?” You asked casually.

“Naoko Akabane.” He answered you with a shrug.

“A woman?” You looked at him carefully as he took a drag on his cigarette.

He flicked the ash on the ground. “Yes, but only on the papers. This club is supposed to look completely legal. The real manager, so to speak, is her husband, Koji Akabane.”

You mumbled under your breath and after a moment you both heard muffled music from the car radio.

“And here are our partners.” Sanzu grumbled as an elegant car belonging to the Haitani brothers pulled into the parking lot.

Rindou parked his car next to yours, the music stopped and both men got out of the car, of course Rindou was the driver as usual. They walked up to you slowly and also took out cigarettes, which they lit and inhaled.

“So, gentlemen... We have to work together again.” Ran smiled crookedly and Rindou nodded to you in a slightly more friendly gesture, to which you returned the same.

“Any explanation as to why we have to go there together?” Sanzu asked, ignoring the teasing tone of the taller brother's voice.

“Akabane has announced that he will not pay us under any circumstances and is ending his cooperation.” Rindou spoke up.

“Is this a joke?” Sanzu looked at him and blinked a few times. “What is this idiot thinking? Who does he think we are? A gang from the backyard, for fuck's sake?”

“He's grown in feathers, you can't blame him.” You put out your cigarette listening to Ran's comment. “I knew he shouldn't be indulged.”

“Who indulged him?” Sanzu got irritated, throwing the cigarette butt. “This fucker will learn a lesson and tuck his tail between his legs.”

You looked at your butts, feeling your bad feeling only deepen.

“You can still get along with Naoko normally, she's a good girl, but you have to keep Koji by the throat all the time.” Rindou nodded. “Y/n, what the hell are you doing?”

You looked at him, hiding your cigarette butt and the one belonging to Sanzu in your handkerchief. All three men were looking at you as if you had grown an extra head. You felt a little embarrassed, but you shrugged and put the bundle in your jacket pocket.

“I have a bad feeling. It's just evening and there's a police station nearby. If there's any use of force...” You patted your pocket. “They better not find any traces.”

Your companions looked at you in silence for a moment, then Rindou turned to his brother.

“Y/n is right, brother. Better safe than sorry.”

“Fuck, you spend too much time with your sister.” The other grumbled and put out his cigarette, passing the butt to his younger brother, who looked at it with an unreadable expression, as if he wanted to protest, but in the end did the same as you.

“Since when are you so careful, huh?” Sanzu asked calmly, but before you could answer him, he smiled and waved his hand. “Anything that will make you calmer.”

“There are no cameras here, right?” Rindou asked suddenly.

“We didn’t put them in the parking lot.” The pink-haired man answered him, looking around carefully. “No. I can’t see anything. Besides, even if they put something somewhere, we have the right to take all the recordings or simply delete them.”

“Should we enter through the back entrance or the front?” Ran asked calmly.

“The back entrance, it’ll be closer to the office.” Sanzu answered and you all walked up to the large metal door and the man extended his open hand towards you. “Key.”

You pulled the key from your pants pocket that you had earlier taken out of the glove compartment of your car and handed it to your boss. The man inserted it into the keyhole and tried to turn it to unlock the lock. The key didn’t budge. Haruchiyo tried to turn it again, but still without any effect.

“The son of a bitch changed the lock.” He said in disbelief and looked at you. “Do you get it? The son of a bitch changed the lock.”

Ran pushed him away from the door and tried to insert the key into the keyhole again, moving his hand but the effect was the same. He pulled out the key and handed it back to you, while nodding to his brother.

“Rindou.” The younger Haitani took a small case containing a set of lockpicks from the inside pocket of his jacket and crouched in front of the metal door and began fiddling with the lock.

“We better get ready.” Sanzu said as he pulled out his weapon. “I’ll kill the son of a bitch.”

You looked around again, checking if anyone could see you, but everything was fine. After a short while, there was a quiet click and Rindou put away the lockpicks. He stood up from his crouched position and pulled out his gun.

“Ready. We can go in.” He pulled the handle, and the door opened without a sound, which gave you a slight advantage.

You entered and walked carefully down the narrow corridor, which was immersed in semi-darkness. On the way, you passed the staff toilets, which you checked immediately and when they turned out to be empty, you headed straight to the half-closed office door. Through the gap between the door and the frame, you could see the light on and every now and then you could hear snatches of some conversation.

“... I don't know...” A male voice said, and after a moment a female one answered him.

“... bad idea... You can't...”

“Shut up!” Another man shouted and there was a slap and a short cry from a woman.

“Leave it…” The first man said. “Bonten… fucked up…”

“Sato was weak! Stop crying!” Another slap and this time you could clearly hear the woman’s sobs that she was trying to muffle.

You stopped in the hallway and looked at each other. There were probably only three people in the room, but you couldn’t be completely sure. The woman shouldn’t be a problem.

Sanzu bristled and walked to the door with a confident step, you immediately followed. He kicked it and aimed his gun at one of the men, and you immediately aimed your gun at the other. Ran and Rindou entered the office right behind you.

“Fuck...” A man around your age jumped up from behind the desk, but seeing Ran aiming a gun at him, he froze. A shot from one gun could have missed, but from two... The chances were slim.

“How nice of you to be here, Koji.” Sanzu said in a contemptuous tone, addressing the man standing right next to the terrified woman, whose face was wet with tears. She was holding her hand to her reddened cheek, and blood was seeping from her nose. “Naoko. I see you have company.”

“Shut up, dog.” The stranger growled, and Sanzu's gun went off, sending a bullet right next to the guy's head.

“One more word from you, and I swear I'll blow your head off.” He hissed. “Who the fuck are you, huh?”

“Kiss my ass.” Wrong answer, oh, very wrong... There was another bang and a scream as the man fell into the chair behind him. He grabbed his arm, blood gushing from between his fingers.

“You son of a bitch!” He groaned in pain, and Sanzu laughed, waving his weapon. "You fucker..."

“You're lucky I'm having a fairly good day today.” He stepped closer to the desk and peered into the man’s face. “I’ve changed my mind. I’d love to play interrogation with you.”

“Fuck if I tell you…”

You glanced at Koji, who was being searched by Rindou, but as soon as you heard another scream from the injured man, you looked in his direction. Sanzu had broken his nose, which was bleeding profusely.

“Don’t leave a mess, Sanzu.” Ran spoke up, helping the woman up from the floor. “If even one small drop of his blood is left here…”

“I know, I know. Stop groaning.”

“Should I tie him up?” You asked and Sanzu looked at you over his shoulder.

“Sure. Tie his hands with a belt from his pants. You can take the other one from the traitor.”

You did as you were told and as you moved away from the immobilized, wounded man, you saw anger mixed with fear in his eyes. Sanzu turned to Koji, who was glaring at him.

“You.” He nodded at him. “Will you cooperate?”

“Go fuck your bitch…” He growled and Sanzu shot him right between the eyes.

“Wrong answer.” He grumbled, ignoring the woman's desperate cry, and turned back to the strange man. “And now, my friend, maybe you'll finally introduce yourself nicely, huh?”

The other clenched his teeth, blood dripping from his nose onto his already bloody shirt.

“Oh, I see I'm going to have some fun.” Haruchiyo smiled widely, a mad glint appearing in his eyes. “I haven't had the chance to do this in a long time. Wonderful!”

You looked back at the woman, who had moved away from her husband's body. She hid her face in both hands and whimpered briefly. Ran ran his hand over her shoulder and she looked at him, nodded and turned her eyes, red from crying, to Sanzu.

“I'll tell you everything.” Her voice was shaking, but she tried to give it strength. “I'll tell you anything you want. I'll cooperate.”

“I know you will, honey. You always cooperate with Bonten.” Sanzu said in a bored tone, not sparing her a glance. “Take her to the room at the end of the hall, where the strippers' changing rooms are, and question her.”

“Sure.” Rindou said, and together with his brother, they led Naoko out of the office, closing the door behind them.

“Now…” Sanzu circled the desk, running his finger along its surface. “Where were we?” He pulled a small folding knife out of his pocket and unfolded it. “Ah, yeah. Who the fuck are you, huh?”

You slipped your hand behind the back of the man tied to the chair and pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, handing it to your companion. He opened it and pulled out the man’s driver’s license.

“Uh-huh… Mr. Shigeo Hoshino. That’s a start.” He smiled as he sat down on the desk. “So, Mr. Hoshino… What brings you here?”

“Go fuck yourself…”

“Maybe later.” Sanzu pursed his lips slightly. “You’re here on business, right?”

“You’re wasting your time. That bitch, Akabane, will tell you everything.”

“Let's start with the fact that Naoko is not a whore but a loyal employee...” Sanzu started to play with the knife, and the man's eyes followed the blade he was holding. “And you're trash, from whom we'll extract information anyway and won't let go so quickly...”

“You won't let me go at all.” The other spat blood.

Haruchiyo rolled his eyes, smiled and slightly shrugged one shoulder. “True, but it depends only and solely on you how quickly you die.”

“I advise you to cooperate.” You said in the man's ear, ignoring the gangster's warning look.

The man swallowed hard but shook his head. “No way. Otherwise, my family will suffer.”

“Ha! See? You’re already starting to talk.” Sanzu laughed. “My colleague… I’m sorry, my friend…” He gestured at you. “He can give you his word that if you tell us what we want to hear, we’ll make an exception and not hurt your family. What do you think, Mr. Hoshino?”

“What kind of guarantee can I have, huh? None!”

“On the contrary.” The pink-haired man leaned forward slightly. “Do you have children?”

The man hesitated, but his lips twisted into a grimace. “It’s none of your business.”

Sanzu sighed dramatically and plunged the tip of the knife into the man's bullet wound, moving it around. Hoshino screamed in pain and took a few sharp breaths. When your companion withdrew the knife, a prolonged howl escaped the man's mouth.

"I told you, cooperate." You threw out casually, watching as the man's head fell to his chest due to losing consciousness.

You looked at Sanzu and saw nothing but indifference. He raised his bright eyes at you, in which there was no trace of amusement anymore.

"Terribly weak, huh? For someone who refrains from talking, he has a low tolerance for pain."

You shrugged and out of the corner of your eye you saw the guy raise his head. “I guess it's not so bad. He's back already.”

“Okay, nice. We'll give you a head start.” Haruchiyo took another interest in the man. “Is your employer a man or a woman? Think about it and tell us the truth.”

“A woman…” He gasped, a single tear rolling down his cheeks. “Woman… Mina…”

“Dear God... Was it really that hard? Hoshino?” Sanzu leaned back and looked at the ceiling.

“No... No...” Your hostage shook his head and groaned in pain.

“Thank you.” You patted his good shoulder and Sanzu smiled again.

“And now another question.” He leaned down and began swinging the knife like a pendulum. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know…” The man whispered and Sanzu plunged the blade into one of his thighs. “AHHH!!! TOSHIMA! TOSHIMA!”

“Mina is in Toshima.” The gangster said calmly, looking straight at you. He twisted the blade of the knife a few times and pulled it out of the crying man’s leg. “Great. We’re getting better at working together, aren’t we, Mr. Hoshino?”

“Yes…”

“Do you have any other secrets you’d like to share with us?”

The man shook his head weakly, but you knew that this answer wouldn't satisfy your friend and you were right, because another howl was heard from the man as Sanzu stabbed him in the other thigh. This time he did it several times in different places and judging by the rapidly growing blood stain, he had severed the aorta.

"Fuck... We weren't supposed to make a mess." You said, watching the blood drip onto the floor, creating a puddle. You clenched your hand in the man's hair and tilted his head back.

"Oh, well. We have cleanup people." Sanzu stood up from the desk and in one smooth movement cut Mr. Hoshino's throat. Blood spurted from his neck, splashing a part of the jacket and pants of the pink-haired gangster. “Fuck... Well... That leaves us with Naoko. You can always count on this girl.”

You let go of the man's head and pulled out your phone to call the cleaning crew, but Sanzu raised his hand.

“I'll call. Go check on Ran and Rindou.” You nodded and walked out of the office into the narrow hallway.

You opened the door to the changing room you had already been to a few weeks ago looking for a drunk Sanzu and everyone looked at you. The interrogation seemed to be over, as the woman had already dried her tears with the handkerchief she held in her hands, and her posture was one of relief.

“Sanzu made a mess, didn't he?” Ran's tone of voice expressed tiredness and when you just shrugged he shook his head disapprovingly.

“You know how he is.”

“Yeah... Mina, or rather Minako Hakugawa is in Toshima. She owns a restaurant and doesn't hide. She is often accompanied by a tall, man with piercing eyes.” Rindou said and the woman nodded.

“It could be Yuu.” You said, remembering your stepbrother’s eyes, which seemed to be staring at you from the photos your father had in your family home. “What are you going to do now? Are you going with us to Mikey’s?”

“No. Our mission is done.” Ran said, standing up from the chair he was sitting on. “We’ll take Naoko to her house and go back to our place.”

You nodded and all of you left the room full of dressing tables and various lewd clothes that belonged to the girls working in the club. You decided to take the two brothers and the woman to the back exit and you winced slightly when you saw Naoko quicken her pace, passing the wide open door to the office where her husband’s dead body lay.

“Sanzu, we’re leaving.” Ran said, peeking inside and you could see from his profile that he wasn’t pleased with the sight he saw there.

You said goodbye to them and watched as Rindou let the woman into the back of the car, in which they drove off in a direction known only to them. You closed the metal door and returned to the pink-haired man, who in the meantime had managed to find portable drives on which recordings from cameras placed throughout the nightclub were saved.

“We're taking this with us and getting out of here as soon as the cleaning crew shows up.” He said to you in a calm tone, handing you the unplugged devices.

You looked down at them and pursed your lips slightly.

“What's wrong with you? You're not softening up, are you?” Sanzu laughed.

“I feel like I know this Mina.”

“This again, Y/n? We've already discussed this, honey...” He sighed, starting to get irritated.

“I know, but it's not that.”

“Can you explain?”

“I feel like I've really met her before.”

“Where and when?”

“I don't know.” You replied after a moment, looking up at your lover's face. “I don't know how to explain it.”

"Could you at least try?" Sanzu encouraged you in a calm tone.

You clenched your hands around the portable drives and after a few seconds, you relaxed them slightly. “Have you ever had the feeling that some events were completely different than you remembered them?”

“Sometimes. It depends on what you were focused on at the time. Over time, when other people tell you the events from their point of view, your memory becomes distorted.” Sanzu answered you calmly.

“Yes, but that’s not it.”

“Okay, so what? Are you telling me that you have two different memories related to the same event?” The man snorted in amusement. “I take drugs, and you have the effects, Y/n?”

“I'm serious.” You frowned slightly, turning your head towards the guy tied to the chair and giving your voice seriousness. “Sometimes I get the impression that my family should be dead.”

Your companion fell silent and you felt his watchful gaze on you. You were tempted to look at him, but you focused on the wound gaping across the man's throat.

“What do you mean they should be dead?”

“Exactly what that means. They should be in the cemetery with my mom.” You shook your head slightly. “It's like something is forcibly trying to replace my memories with new ones...”

“What do you remember?” The calm, yet cold tone of Sanzu's voice caught your attention and you looked back into the gangster's bright eyes.

“Right... They're just short snapshots, and when I try to focus on them, they disappear.”

Haruchiyo searched your face with his watchful gaze and you could have sworn there was a glint of understanding in them, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come and the man shrugged.

“You watch too much TV.” He said in an indifferent tone and brushed loose strands of hair from your forehead. “Don’t worry about it. Take the portable drives to the car and wait for the guys.” He stroked your cheek and kissed your other one. “I'll just browse around here for a while and join you, okay?”

You nodded, trying to smile, but it didn’t work out so well and the man pursed his lips.

“You’ll see, once we find this Mina, you’ll realize it’s just your imagination. You’re tired of all this chasing after your brother.”

You sighed quietly and this time your lips stretched into a gentle smile. You leaned in slightly and kissed Haruchiyo.

“I’m sure you’re right, thank you.”

As soon as the metal door closed behind you and you felt a colder breeze on your face, your enthusiasm vanished. You had a feeling that standing face to face with Minako Hakugawa wouldn’t answer the questions circulating in your head but would actually create a new one.

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Life Twist 03 | JJK

⏤banner by the talented and sweet: @archivedkookie ❣

⏤summary ❧ After an enormous loss in your life and breaking a long relationship with your now ex boyfriend, you decided you needed a life twist. So you move into a new country to try restart your life and seek for your happiness. What you weren’t expecting was someone like Jungkook entering into your life as soon as you got to Seoul.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ jungkook x female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, 4 years age gap (reader is JK’s noona)

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ❧ 10.4K+

⏤ author’s note❧ I worked so hard to deliver this by today! And it's a really long chapter so I really hope you enjoy it. As I said in last chapter, things are getting really interesting and the trip has finally arrived!! Please let me know your thoughts on the story! 🤟

Last few days went amazing. You had your date with Minho which was incredible, he took you to a fancy restaurant and picked you up with a bouquet of red roses - though your favorites are the jasmines - and of course, the night ended up with you two humping like rabbits at your apartment.

You just couldn't get your hands of each other.

Last night when he went to your place to "watch a movie" you don't even recall how the hell he ended up eating you out on the sofa and you giving him a mind-blowing blow job. You felt proud of yourself, you could see how your touch affected him so much and it honestly boosted your ego every time you got to intimate with him.

And even if you have been having sex like crazy which it could easily be considered as work out with all the physical activity being involved, you should really start going to the gym. You haven't gone since you moved

Chris told you to go to the same gym as him since Jackson worked there and being friends of him has its perks because he always gets huge discounts so, the fee at the gym is not that expensive as normally, all thanks to him.

You agree on meeting there with Chris today after work.

As soon as you arrived the gym, your phone vibrated letting you know you had a new message

Chris bestie: Hey, I'm still stuck at work. We have this huge project coming up and the meeting we had today extended more than expected. I'll be there as soon as I can! Jackson knows your coming so don't worry he's expecting you! Sorry!

'Don't worry, take your time! I'll be here. I've just arrived, see u later 😘' you respond quickly before going through the gym entrance

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As soon as you enter you spotted Jackson talking to a girl who you guess is the receptionist. He sees you and waves you from a far and when you got close enough, he hugged you while happily saying 'Hey Y/n, it's so nice to see you', he's such a sweetheart - you think -. 'Hey! It's nice to see u again too. Thanks for allowing me to come here. I really need to start working out again, I haven't done it since I moved Seoul' and then you also say a quick 'Hello' to the receptionist that was talking with Jackson before you got there

'No need to thank, you are also my friend now too, so this is one of the benefits of being my friend' he says wiggling his eyebrows, you both chuckle and then he says while hinting at the receptionist girl 'This is Amy, she'll ask some information that she needs to prepare the electronic card that you need to enter to the actual gym. For now, she'll give you a guest card but next time you come your personal card should be ready, and that you should also ask for Amy to give it to you. I'll be inside the gym if you need me, I'll be around so just look for me if you need anything really' and you nod at him while saying 'Thanks Jackson, you're the best', he winks at you and proceeds to go to the gym

When you finish giving Amy all your information, she handed you the guest card and you go through a large hall followed by a few stairs that lead to the gym.

You left your backpack at the girls locker and you were about to start some warm up exercises when all of the sudden you hear a voice that by now you know too well 'Hi noona - Never thought I’ll see you here' you turn around to find a smiling Jungkook - and honestly your heart felt warm at the sight of him, you felt weird but a nice weird feeling - , so you smile back and go closer to give him a hug which you realize it startled him but he immediately hugs you back while you say 'Hi, I didn't think I would see u here too' when you stop hugging each other you look at his face, he is all red blushing like crazy and you say while laughing 'Sorry, I tend to hug people a lot, it's a habit'

'No need to apologize, I liked it, I just didn't expect it' he says shily and then continues 'Um, noona...'

'Hmm?' You hum while you are tugging your hair in a ponytail

'I actually wanted to talk to you about something'

You don't know why but you start feeling nervous, so you try your best to sound unaffected and say 'Yep, sure, what is it about?'

'It's about the other night at Jackson's birthday, at the club'

Okay, now you're getting more and more nervous

'What about it?' you simply respond looking at him, you can feel he's just as nervous as you are

'Um, I know you saw a girl kissing me. I just wanted to tell you that she's not my girlfriend, in fact not at all. See, that girl and I we used to hook up a few months ago... we didn't get to be anything official because I found out she was sleeping with multiple guys at the same time she was with me, when we were supposedly exclusive to each other. So, I broke things off about 3 months ago. She comes to this gym sometimes and Jackson hyung told her that we were going to the club that night... so she showed up and all the sudden she kissed me...that's when you saw us, but I stopped her and told her to piss off afterwards' by the time he finishes his explanation, he sounds relieved, like he had to take all that out of him

And, you don't know why but, in a way, you also feel relieved because now you know he doesn't have a girlfriend and apparently it was all a misunderstanding.

But you can't avoid asking him 'JK, why are you telling me all of this? You don't have to explain yourself to me. You're single you can pretty much do whatever you want with whoever you want'

He looks at you straight in the eyes and responds 'I know I don't have to explain myself to you, but I wanted to do it. Specially because...' he takes a few seconds and then continues 'because that night I was hoping to be by your side, noona. I didn't want you to take the wrong idea about me’

'Okay... I get it' you mumble, you were surprised after everything you just heard, you weren't sure what to respond

'Are you dating that guy from the club?' suddenly asks while crossing his bulgy arms over his chest bringing you back to Earth in a snap – He really goes straight to the point you can't help to think -

And then it hits you - how the hell does he know about Minho? Did he saw you kissing him at the night club? Gosh, your head is spinning by now.

'His name is Minho' you start saying and you see Jungkook rolling his eyes while you continue 'and... we are getting to know each other, we're not anything official yet but I don't know... we'll see' you explain

'Okay, guess I'll have to wait for my chance' he says without any shame and then he gets closer, cups your face while you gulp when he looks at your lips, his gaze now going to your eyes while saying with his raspy voice 'Let me know if you need any help with your work out, noona' and then he pecks you on the cheek, leaving with a smirk plastered on his face.

Jungkook wanted to see if he affected you the same way as you affect him and oh boy... he really did because you stayed frozen in your place for a straight minute touching your cheek where he just pecked you.

Fuck. This brat is going to be the death of you.

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Once you came out of your frozen state you tried to act as if nothing had happened and started with your warming up exercises.

You have been doing squats for the last 15 minutes or so and suddenly you saw in the reflection of the mirror in front of you that JK was getting off the treadmill and going towards the area that you were working out

You think you're the only one who knows how to tease, Jeon Jungkook? Just wait and see - you think - so once he's near you, he goes to grab his water bottle that he had left on top of the benches.

That's when you said 'JK, I think I could use your help, could you please check if I'm doing this exercise okay?' and when he turned around, he chocked and spitted the water he was drinking all over himself. You were in all fours looking at him through the mirror.

You feigned innocence and got up quickly to check up on him.

His shirt was now drenched in water, and you could clearly see his toned abs. You put one of your hands over his chest and say, 'Oh my god, are you okay?' with the most innocent tone.

It's safe to say that JK's brain at this point was malfunctioning, he couldn't even respond and that's when you devilishly continue with your teasing while your hand goes down trailing his amazing body, straight to his abs and you see JK's Adams apple bobbing while he follows your hand with his dumbfounded gaze 'God, you are all wet' you say while biting your lips and his eyes widened like two plates - of course, your choice of words was on purpose, you putted the bait hoping he was going to take the double meaning and as soon as you saw his doe eyes pop out of his head, you knew he had fallen for it -

'I think I'll better go run a few miles over the treadmill. You should go get dry, big guy' you say while giving him a few palms over his abs

He just nodded at you and kept frozen in his place for a solid minute while looking at you go over to the treadmills area

As soon as you turned around, a wide smile appeared on your face, you couldn't help but to feel proud of yourself. Your work was done. Two can play this game.

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You had already been running on the treadmill for a few minutes when Chris finally arrived. He waved you from afar and went to the treadmill right next to yours to start with his working out

‘Tough day at work, huh?’ you said

‘You can’t even imagine – we haven’t even started, and my boss has been insufferable, it’s the biggest project we've gotten until now and we are gonna be working 24/7 for the next few weeks or so – so, take a good look at this incredibly handsome face because it’s the last time you’ll see it at least for a while’

Chris is a publicist and of course, he works for a publicity company. He’s pretty damn good at it, that’s how he arrived in Seoul 2 years ago, he was scouted by the company because of his amazing talent, he even graduated from university with honors. His work is basically generating buzz and publicity around the clients, managing their public image, and coordinate media appearances, events to boost the brands and interviews among other tasks.

You talked for a while about what the project is for. He told you is for a big client from Japan and he’ll be specially in charge of an event that will help promote the client’s brand in South Korea.

‘I just hope you don’t skip meals as you always do any time you get this kind of big projects’ you say to your best friend and then you look at him with puppy eyes and say ‘I’m gonna miss you tho, bestie’ while pouting

He starts laughing and responds ‘I’m gonna miss you too, babe. But we’ll have time to catch up once I finish with the project. We’ll be going to our trip to Hobi’s cottage by then’

‘Oh also, knowing you, I assume you didn’t checked your phone for the last hour and didn’t see the group chat’

‘Nope, I left my phone on my backpack. What’s up?’

‘We’ll all go to a bar to have a few drinks tonight, since I won’t be able to go out for a while. I wanted to have at least a night to relax before the ass whoop I’m gonna have from my boss for the next weeks’

‘Oh, fuck, I had plans with Minho. But I guess he won’t be mad if I ask him to reschedule’

‘Why would you reschedule? You could bring him over too. It would be nice to meet the guy that’s been pounding my best friend and, I would really like to let him know what is going to happen if he breaks your heart’

‘No no no no Chris, promise me you’ll not do that. We are not 18 anymore, you can’t keep threatening every guy that dates me, you’ll scare him away and he’s a good guy. Trust me’

‘Ugh, you’re no fun. Okay, I’ll try not to threaten him, not promising anything tho’

You’re sending him daggers with your glare by now so Chris chuckle and says while lifting his hands in a defensive way ‘Fine, fine… I won’t do anything to scare him away. I promise’

‘Thank you, I love you. I’ll go text Minho to tell him we’re changing plans’ you say to your best friend while getting off the treadmill and taking direction to the girls lockers

‘Hey! :) there’s a slightly change of plans for tonight. My friends are meeting tonight at this bar to have a few drinks – Chris told me to bring you so he can meet you. Let me know if you’re cool with meeting them tonight, no pressure!’

Minho: ‘Hey princess! No worries, just let me know the address and I’ll be there!’

You smile at his response and text him the details.

Then it hits you, JK will probably be there too. And Minho. And you. Okay, that’s gonna be awkward, at least to you… Minho doesn’t know that the guy that you were sad about because you saw him kissing another girl on the night club was part of your ‘friends’ group’, you didn’t think it was something worth to tell since nothing really happened between you and JK.

Well, let’s just hope that the night goes smoothly

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You were waiting for Minho to arrive at the bar entrance, you were a little bit nervous. It was the first time you were going to introduce him to your new friends and your good old best friend. Minho is already aware of how much Chris matters to you, you made sure to let him know that Chris is like a brother to you and that the person that dates you needs to have a good relationship with him. It’s that important to you.

Minho finally arrived; you warned him while entering the bar that Chris might threaten him. ‘I told him not to do it but, I know he’ll probably do it anyway. He means well’ you say and then Minho responds chuckling ‘Don’t worry about it, it’s nice to know that he’s protective towards you but there’s no need, I wouldn’t hurt you princess’ and you smile at him while giving him a peck in the cheek

You saw your friends sitting on a large table, everyone was already there but JK and Jin who were supposedly on their way together. Aria was the first one to greet you from a far with a sweet smile ‘Hey Y/n’ and then the others also greeted you. ‘Hi guys! This is Minho everyone’ you said shily and each and everyone started to introduce with Minho.

Chris’s turn was the last and of course when his time came, he got up from his sit and shake hands with Minho - while smiling at him he said: ‘It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/n surely has talked a lot about you', then Minho responded while chuckling ‘I hope she said nice things. It’s nice to meet you too, honestly. Y/n told me how important you are for her, so I was looking forward to finally meet you’

Your best friend smiled and said ‘I like this guy’ while looking at you. The three of you laughed and you said ‘See, I told you he’s a good guy’ while you started to place yourselves next to Chris’s sit

You ordered drinks for everyone, and you were all engaged in talking. You were mostly chit chatting with Aria and Emma about this amazing cat café in Myeongdong where you literally can have your coffee served surrounded by cats – a paradise for you – so you were talking about going there soon the three of you. You checked on Minho from chance to chance but honestly, he was having a good talk with Namjoon and Yoongi about some basketball team that you don’t even remember the name, so you didn’t have much to worry about.

By the time you were going to order your second round of drinks, Jin and Jungkook arrived. You saw Jungkook’s eyes widening and his smile dropping once he spotted Minho right beside you, honestly you felt uneasy, you didn't want to make him feel umconfortable or anything. As usual, Jin breaks the ice almost screaming ‘Hey guys, you didn’t wait for us to order, how rude! Oh…we have a new face here. Hey, I’m Jin nice to meet you’ Jin sweetly said towards Minho, and Minho responded with a smile ‘Hey, I’m Minho nice to meet you too’.

Jungkook was awfully quiet until Jin elbowed him and then sighing he said with the most unamusing tone ‘I’m Jungkook’ while Minho kept smiling at him and said, ‘Nice to meet you, Jungkook’ and JK just nodded without moving one muscle of his face. They both sited on the other side of the table, but you could clearly see JK sending daggers towards Minho all the freaking night, luckily Minho was distracted talking with your friends so, maybe he didn’t notice.

After a lot of chatting and some more few drinks, Chris told you ‘Hey – you wanna go grab another drink to the bar?’ which by the look he gave you, you knew it was just a code for ‘I want to tell you something but not with all the guys surrounding us’. So, you told Minho you were going to the bar to order some more drinks with Chris and he just said ‘Yeah sure princess’ and then continuing his talk with the guys.

‘JK is fuming right now’ was the first thing Chris told you when you got to the bar

Fuck. If Chris noticed that, then everybody else must've noticed it too. Even Minho.

‘Well, it’s not like he didn’t knew that I was dating Minho. He asked me today and I told him that we were getting to know each other’

‘Wait, what? When did he asked you that?’

‘Um, sorry I forgot to tell you about that. Today. At the gym. Before you arrived, we had a small talk… he wanted to explain himself about that girl that was kissing him the other night at the club. He told me she’s not his girlfriend, that she knew that they were going to the club that night because Jackson let it slip and she appeared all the sudden and kissed him – apparently, he stopped her right away and told her to piss off’

‘I knew it! I told you it was weird that he was kissing Lina’

‘Yeah, well… he also told me that he was expecting to spend that night by my side’

That’s when your best friend widenes his eyes ‘So, he basically confessed to you, and you didn’t think to mention this to me before?’

‘He didn’t confess, he just said that he was hoping to spend the night by my side, that’s far from confessing. Anyways, he then asked me if I was dating the guy from the club’

‘Ohhhhh, so he saw you at the club with Minho? This is starting to sound like a k-drama, I love it’

You sigh while your friend is just amused as hell with your dramatic life and say ‘Yeah but wait... that’s not the best part yet. When I told him that Minho and I are getting to know each other he responded, and I quote: ‘Guess I’ll have to wait for my chance’

‘WHAT THE FUCKKKK??’ he almost screamed excited

‘Shhhhhhhhhhhh for fucks sake, I’m trying to be low profile right here’

‘Sorry, I got too carried away. Wow, the maknae is getting bold. Did something else happened afterwards?’

'He pecked me on my cheek while telling me that I shoud let him know if I needed help with my work out'

'Such a tease!!! He is on fire! Aghh, I feel proud, he learnt well - he says like a proud dad, while you roll your eyes at him - What I'm curious now to know is what the hell did you do after all that happened?'

'Well, not too much. I froze for a while like an idiot because I wasn't expecting all that but, you know how I am...sooner or later I had to return the tease so, that's what I did' you say with a smile plastered on your face

'Ohhh this is even better than watching Netflix. I wanna know all the details, come on, spit it out!'

And then you explained to your best friend the devilishly plan to tease JK that you pulled off earlier at the gym and how flustered he seemed after that.

Chris laughed his ass off while saying 'Gosh, I would've paid to see JK's face. You really are diabolic sometimes, bestie but I love it!'

'I learnt from the best' you say while you both high five like teenagers

Suddenly you get all serious and confess to him 'Ugh but I have to be honest Chris. I felt a little relieved to know that he's not dating that girl Lina. I don't know why but, it kinda felt good when he explained everything. Which is confusing me, I mean I'm with Minho who is an amazing guy and I really like him... and he's not complicated at all, I feel like he knows exactly what he wants. But somehow, I always end up thinking about JK too, I don't know if I should be feeling this way'

'Well, to be fare the whole thing with Minho is recent. You like him but it's not like you're in love, at least not yet. It's normal that you feel attracted for JK too, specially when he is been so vocal about his feelings. My piece of advise is: If you like Minho, then I think you should give it a try with him and see where it goes. He seems like a nice guy honestly. If by any chance it doesn't work with Minho then you'll see what the future holds for you and the maknae'

'Yeah, I think you're right. Thank you for always listening to my drama' you hug your friend and bury your face in his chest

He hugs you back and while giving you a soft kiss on the top of your head he says 'I'll always be here for you, you know that. And also, you know how much I love when people start spilling the tea' earning a chuckle from you

'Okay, enough tea was spilled for now. We should go back' you say while your best friend nodds and you both start walking back to the table with your friends

By the time you went back to the table, Hobi informed you that he had also invited Minho to his parents' cottage and he had happily accepted. Yet you couldn't even concentrate on the conversation because you felt JK's intense gaze all over you. You two didn't talk that night at all, actually you almost didn't hear him talking, he was totally off and you felt bad, you felt this feeling...what was it? Guilt?

You're aware you're not doing anything wrong, but why does it feel like there is something wrong?

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About an hour later you were getting home with Minho. He just wanted to walk you home, he had told you that tonight he couldn’t stay with you because he was getting up early for an important meeting at his workplace.

Before saying your goodbyes, he said ‘Hey Y/n, I wanted to ask you something’

‘Yeah sure, shoot’ you said while smiling

‘Is there something happening between you and Jungkook? I couldn’t help to notice him sending me glares all night long and sometimes he was just staring at you’ he wasn’t mad or anything, he just sounded curious

Fuck. You knew he was going to notice. I mean even a blind could notice how JK was glaring the shit out of him, and they’ve just met tonight.

‘Um…well, I didn’t told you this before because it never happened anything between JK and I but remember the night we met?’ – he nods at you while waiting for you to go on – ‘JK is the guy that I told you that I thought I had a connection with and that I saw a girl sucking his face that night’

‘But I’m being totally honest with you right now, nothing happened between us. He did say to me that he was interested in me, but he’s not gonna act on it. So, you don’t have anything to worry about’

‘It’s hard to think he’s not gonna act on it when he was sending daggers towards me all night. But I trust you and that should be enough, just wanted to know I’m not getting in the middle of anything’

‘You’re not, I assure you. Thank you for trusting me’ you said to him while giving him a hug and then kissing him goodbye

He showed you a sweet smile and told you ‘Goodbye princess, I’ll talk to you tomorrow’

‘Sure, good luck in your meeting tomorrow. Go get them tiger!’ you both laughed at your cringy sentence and wave each other goodbye while he got into the elevator.

He really is a good guy, not any men would believe you right away that there’s nothing between you and JK after all that happened tonight.

But is it really true that there’s nothing between you and JK?

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The next few weeks went pretty much alike. You kept having dates with Minho regularly, you would stay in each other’s place on the weekends having sex 24/7, watching movies, going out for dinner, etc.

You kept going to the gym at least 3 days a week and usually bumped to JK doing his routine as always. You both would always talk about how your day went and tease a little bit each other. JK kept his flirtatious tone with you every single day, he wouldn’t give up, but he knew you were with Minho still, so he didn’t go any further after the peck on the cheek that he gave you that one time.

He never asked about Minho, and you also didn’t mention him, you felt like it wasn’t necessary to rub on JK’s face that your fling with Minho was going pretty well. In a way, you also liked the attention that JK gave to you, sometimes he looked at you in ways that made you feel butterflies in your stomach, he didn’t even have to say anything.

Chris as expected was fully immersed on his big project. You barely talked for the last 2 weeks and mostly it was you asking him ‘Have you eaten?’ ‘Don’t skip your meals’ ‘Stay hydrated and don’t drink too much coffee’

Any other person from outside would’ve thought that you were his mother. But you cared about your friend’s health, so you didn’t care if you were a pain in the ass, you were gonna make sure he’s healthy and it’s for his own benefit, that way he’ll be able to give all his energy to the upcoming event from his client.

Today you had sent him a delivery with his favorite food, just to make sure he gets to eat properly. You got a message from him

Chris bestie: ‘You really are the best friend I could’ve ever ask for. I miss you babe! I just want to get this done already so we can finally go enjoy ourselves at Hobi’s cottage’

‘I miss u too, bestie. Just making sure you stay healthy because I know that you skip meals when you’re this busy; remember you need the energy for the project! You’re almost there!!! Fighting!’

After Chris sending you a few heart emojis and kisses, your conversation with your best friend ended. At least you got him to eat something while working.

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‘JK, I thought you should know that Minho is also coming to my parents’ cottage’ said Hobi looking a little scared at the fuming maknae in front of him

Jin and Hobi invited him to have lunch today since they haven’t seen each other since the time you all went to the bar. Yoongi, Namjoon, Jackson, Joey, Jimin and Taehyung were all busy with work this time so they couldn’t make it.

JK was fucking angry and tired. Tired of waiting and seeing how you still were with this Minho guy. He had lost his patience, every time he saw you at the gym, he felt his heart was about to explode… that little time that he would spend with you, was the best he felt during the week. And he could feel that you wanted him too. So, he couldn’t understand why the fuck you were still with that guy instead of being with him?

‘Was it really necessary to invite that guy? Whose side are you on, hyung?’ the maknae responded

‘I’m not on anyone’s side, he’s the guy that Y/n is seeing and now she’s our friend too. We would do that with any friend of ours’ says Hobi trying to make JK understand his point of view

‘JK, you’ll keep seeing that guy as long as he’s dating Y/n, you might as well get used to be in the same place as him’ Jin added

‘I don’t want to see the girl that I like rubbing on my face that she’s with some other guy’

‘Well, there’s not much that we could do because he’s already invited. But Jin is right, you might as well get used to it, maybe it will help you to move on. And hey, if you want to invite someone yourself, you can do it too… just let me know before’

And that’s when JK came up with an idea

‘I might have someone that I could invite so, count one more person in, hyung’ JK said

Jin looked at the maknae suspiciously and said ‘Don’t do anything stupid, please’

The maknae faked innocence and said ‘Don’t worry, I won’t’

Somehow, Jin didn’t believe any word of JK’s last sentence.

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You were heading to your spot at the gym were you usually do your warmup exercises when you spotted JK on the benches

‘Hey you – how is it going?’ you said with a beaming smile towards him

JK was still very much angry after today’s lunch with Hobi and Jin and responded to you with a cold tone ‘I don’t really feel like talking today’

‘Auch, who hurt you?’

He wanted to say, ‘you and your little boyfriend that keeps getting in the middle’, but instead he didn’t open his mouth at all and went straight to the treadmill area leaving you there with a dumbfounded look.

You decided to follow him and before he could go to one of the treadmills, you grabbed him by his hand making him turn around and said to him ‘Hey – you know you can talk to me if you ever need to, right?’

He retrieved his hand back from your hold making your eyebrows furrow and that’s when he snapped at you saying ‘I don’t need to talk to you, just leave me alone’

You’re taken aback – he never reacted towards you like this and you prefer not to dwell anymore, he clearly is in a bad mood – so you just responded almost in a whispering tone ‘Yeah, sure, I get it. Sorry to bother you’ and disappeared from his sight

He sighed while rubbing his face out of anger. He felt like an asshole, he snapped at you, and you were the one apologizing when you didn’t do anything wrong. JK started doing his routine to get off some of the frustration, he didn’t want to approach to you right now because he was afraid of making it all worse, so he decided to cool it down while working out and apologize later.

Normally before leaving, you used to approach him to say your goodbyes so, he was waiting for you to come and say goodbye like you always do and he could then apologize for snapping at you like that but you never showed up. JK went looking for you and even asked Jackson if he saw you leaving which he confirmed ‘Yeah, she came to say bye about half an hour ago’

Fuck. He felt awful. So he immediately grabbed his phone and texted you

By the time you got his message you were already back at your place getting out of the shower.

You honestly felt really boomed out, you didn’t want to feel this affected about the way JK treated you today, but you couldn’t help to feel a huge void at the pit of your stomach. Maybe you were just being sensitive. You didn’t even want to face him again, if he treated you that way again you were afraid to cry in front of him so, today you didn’t say bye to him like you usually do. You ran off like a coward.

But normally you are not like this, you’re not the kind of person to cry over such a stupid thing – in fact, since your dad passed away, you’ve only cried a few times and it was always because of you missing your dad, it’s like nothing else could make you cry anymore – and you don’t even know why but it’s almost like JK can make you feel the most vulnerable. If any other person had treated you the same way as he did, you would probably have putted them in place and told to fuck off, you’re the kind of person that knows exactly how to defend but today you couldn’t face JK.

You don’t want to start thinking on why he makes you feel vulnerable. So, you try to distract yourself putting some music now

You saw a notification in your phone with JK’s name on it. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see it. You were about to dismiss the notification and move on with your skin care routine for the night, but your anxiousness was stronger than you. So, you unblocked your phone and there it was his message:

JK :) : ‘Hey, I wanted to apologize. I was going to do it in person, but I noticed that you’ve already left. I’m so sorry noona, I shouldn’t have treated you that way. I just had a pretty shitty day, and I took it all on you. I hope you can forgive me’

You were looking at the screen for a solid 10 minutes, not knowing what to respond or if you should respond at all.

On the other side of the screen, JK was nibbling his lip nervously waiting for you to respond, he saw that you read the message 10 minutes ago and each minute that went by without you responding made him more preoccupied. Maybe he had fucked up entirely and you didn’t want to talk to him anymore. Maybe you were thinking on ways to tell him to fuck off. Maybe he should have gone over to your home and apologize in person. And suddenly his phone vibrated, you had responded

‘Don’t worry about it. We all have bad days sometimes. Just know that I was serious when I said that if you ever need to talk with someone I’m here. I’m a pretty good listener. And also know that if you ever again treat to me like that, I won’t hesitate on kicking your balls :) ‘

You were both smiling at the screen like two idiots

JK :) : ‘Gosh, you’re amazing, thanks for being so understanding, noona. And don’t worry about it, if I ever treat you like that again, I’ll gladly accept you kicking me on the balls’

‘Hope you feel better. I’ll see u around JK, goodnight’

JK :) : ‘Goodnight noona, sweet dreams’

You both felt like a weight has been lifted from yourselves. That night you went to sleep thinking about each other

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‘Fuck that feels so good’ you said while riding Minho's cock on his couch. You had already one good orgasm on his tongue while he was eating you out and you were about to unleash your second orgasm of the night

‘Yeah princess? Keep fucking yourself on me, come on, I’m almost there too’ he felt how you were clenching around him, and it drove him crazy. You felt too good to be true.

You had your forehead on his, giving him a few kisses on the lips from time to time when he wasn’t sucking your skin on your neck, and he was helping you lift yourself so you wouldn’t get so tired riding his cock

‘I’m so close, fuck shit, soooo good’ you were getting tired, but you kept going chasing your own pleasure

That’s when Minho started to thrust deeper in you on a fast pace helping you and you couldn’t stop moaning

‘Fuck princess, I love hearing those pretty moans of yours’ he whispered on your ear

There you go with that dirty talk - he already knew how to make you cum - and he got it as soon as he finished that sentence ‘I’m cumming, yes yes, gooddddd’

‘Cum with me princess’ he said while kissing you passionately

He spilled all his seeds in the condom and once you’ve calmed down from your high, he said while still inside you and giving you a sweet peck on your forehead ‘Fuck, that was amazing. You’re always amazing’

You gave him a lazy smile while trying to recover some of your breath ‘You were amazing too’

After all the physical activity, Minho started to prepare dinner for the both of you while talking about his day at work. He was happily telling you about how he won a big case on trial today, he’s boss congratulated him because of the amazing approach he had to solve it. You could really tell that he was born to be a lawyer, he had such a beautiful smile when talking about his work and his accomplishments.

Suddenly his phone started to ring and when his eyes went to the screen, his eyebrows furrowed.

‘It’s my boss’ he said

‘Does he usually call you at these hours?’

‘No, I don’t think he ever called me out of the work hours’

‘Well, go on… pick up, it must be something important if he’s calling at this time’ you encourage him to pick up the call, he seemed a little bit uneased

So, he picked up, he exchanged a few words and then his eyes widened, and you couldn’t tell if whatever his boss had told him was something good or bad until you heard him saying ‘Wow, thank you for taking me in consideration for such an amazing opportunity, Sir. Tomorrow morning I’ll let you know my decision’

And with that being said, he ended the call.

He was clearly shocked because he was frozen for a minute or so before directing his gaze to you and saying ‘He offered me to be the CEO of the new office’

And you felt so happy for him that you jumped at him while saying ‘Oh my fucking god, that’s so huge!!! Congratulations!!! I’m so proud of you, it’s what you’ve always wanted!’

You noticed he had a smile on his face but there was something off so, you confusedly asked him ‘Are you not happy about it? I thought it was what you were aiming for all of this years’

‘Yeah, yeah… it is what I always dreamt of. But the new office is in Australia, and I would have to move there on the next few weeks permanently’ he said while looking at you

Your smile dropped automatically. A simple ‘Oh’ came out of you

And you saw that his smile also dropped as soon as he saw you getting a little sad. In a split of second, you started to think how happy he looks every time he talks about his work and since day one he told you about his hopes and how getting to be the CEO of the company was his biggest dream. You shouldn’t be feeling sad, you should encourage him.

Your last boyfriend had once made you take down a huge opportunity for you to work in Italy, just because he didn’t want to move out of the country. You loved him so; you turned down what could’ve been a turning point to your career and an amazing life experience. You knew that was one of the many reasons why you ended up breaking up with him a year ago, in a way you resented him because he didn’t encourage you to follow your dreams, on the contrary… he just wanted you to do whatever he dreamt of, even if you didn’t share the same dream… it was always him and nothing more but him.

You didn’t want to become that person to Minho, to restrain him or to make him feel sad for wanting to fulfill his longtime dreamwork.

So, you smiled again at him and cupped his face and told him ‘Then you’ll move to Australia, as I said before, I’m so proud of you’

He looked at you a little puzzled ‘But… you know what that means for us. I know you wouldn’t want a long-distance relationship so…’

You look him straight on the eyes and say: ‘So, we’ll have to break things off. I’m not gonna lie, I feel sad because you’re an amazing guy and it would have been nice to see where things lead to us. But someone that I loved once made me turn down a huge opportunity to me and now I know what huge mistake I’ve made. I don’t want to be that person to you, I care about you, and I want you to follow your dreams. That’s the right thing to do and I think deep down your heart, you know it is'

Now he’s the one cupping your face, looking at you with so much love and saying ‘Dear God, why didn’t we meet in different circumstances? I really feel like it was going well for us. You’re the most sweet, caring, and amazing girl that I’ve ever met, I care so much about you… I know we haven’t been together for a long time, but this is definitely not easy for me’

You smile sweetly at him ‘It was going well, you’re right about that. But we should be happy that we got at least the opportunity to meet and share this time together, I wouldn’t have it any other way around even if I would have known that you were leaving the country’

He nods, then sighs and says ‘I think this is the healthiest break up I’ve ever had’ you both chuckle while he puts his forehead against yours ‘I’m already jealous about the guy that ends up with you, he’s gonna be one lucky bastard’

‘You are an amazing, handsome and sweet guy. You know the girl that ends up with you is also gonna be lucky as fuck’

‘So, this is it’ he says in a sad tone

‘Yeah, I guess so’ you reply with the same tone as him

‘Could I have one last kiss tho?’ he asks

‘You don’t even have to ask’

And as soon as you said that he smiled and kissed you intensively and with so much love. You knew he was sincere when he said he cared about you, and you also cared about him. He was already a part of your life and as he said, even when you haven’t been together for a long time, it wasn’t easy to let go.

You talked for a little bit more and you both agreed on putting distance and not talking to each other until things got in place and he was already in Australia. You cared about each other, you both wanted to remain as friends but in order for you to get to be friends someday you had to put that distance between you two. If not, one of you could get hurt and it could make things harder when he eventually had to departure.

He gave one more kiss while you were waiting the elevator to come, you said your goodbyes and went home.

You didn’t cry. But you did feel kinda sad and sensitive. You just wanted to get home, be alone and have a long bath, watch a movie while eating some ice cream and go to sleep. And that’s what you did

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You’ll say you have been pretty much okay after breaking things off with Minho. It’s been almost a week since that happened, you’ve been extremely busy with work so maybe that also helped to keep your head occupied.

You haven’t told Chris yet or anyone that you and Minho broke things off, this week is the big event that Chris has been working so hard for. And you didn’t want to make him worry or do anything that could keep his mind off the project. You weren’t feeling that bad so, you could tell your best friend about your ‘break up’ when you see him over the weekend – which you were excited for, maybe the trip to Hobi’s cottage will be good for you to relax and forget about everything –

Aria and Emma had been texting in your group chat – Aria had decided to create one only for girls – you had arranged to meet up with them this afternoon at the cat café placed on Myeongdong. You were able to squish some time in your agenda to have a relaxing time with the girls and what better way to relax than having furry kitties around you?

‘So, you guys’ broke things off? Are you okay?’ said a worried Emma after you told them about Minho leaving soon to Australia to fulfill his dreams.

‘Yeah, honestly I think it’s the most healthiest break up that I’ve ever had, we talked about it like adults and we both agreed it was the best for us’

They both nodded and Aria said ‘Well, I’m happy that you’re okay. At least this happened on a early stage of the relationship. I guess that makes it a little bit easier in a way, since you’re not that attached to your partner’

‘You’re right about that, I think that played a huge part in being able to move on without getting hurt in the process. Oh girls – please don’t tell anyone about this, Chris is gonna whine like a little bitch if he founds out that he wasn’t the first to know’ you say while chuckling with both of your friends

‘No worries, my lips are sealed’ , said Emma while zipping his mouth

‘Tell what? To whom? I already forgot what we were talking about’ responded Aria faking demency

The three of you laughed and started talking about what kind of clothes you should take to the weekend’s trip and other less important things while caressing the kitties around you. You really needed this, to hang out with some friends and have a good laugh.

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The rest of the week you spent it going from home to your work and viceversa. You didn’t even had the time to go to the gym, so you hadn’t seen JK since the time that he snapped at you

JK was starting to get worried when he noticed that you haven’t been coming to the gym since then, thinking that maybe you didn’t forgave him and were trying to avoid him. He was really missing you. He felt like going over to your place, but he felt that it was a little invasive going there unannounced and if you were indeed mad at him yet, you might punch him on the balls so, he decided to text you instead

You were preparing a presentation for one of the CFO’s of the company who had traveled to South Korea to get to know your team and the projects you’re working on currently. It was a big thing, from what your superior told you, this particular CFO only comes every 2 years to Seoul, to check how everything is working primarily.

While preparing the presentation your phone vibrated, you saw that the screen showed ‘ JK :) ‘ . You couldn’t help to smile, and that’s when you realized how much you were missing him. You remembered that this weekend he’ll be there on Hobi’s cottage so you’ll have the opportunity to spend some time with him and also telling him that you broke things off with Minho. And who knows then what might happen?

JK :) : ‘Hey noona, just wanted to check in on you. I haven’t seen you in a while, is everything okay?’

Gosh, he’s so sweet, and hot…and cute at the same time, how does he do this?

‘Hi JK! Sorry I’ve been MIA, everything’s okay! It’s just that my work has been kicking my butt lately, this week has been crazy. I’m just basically going from work to home and viceversa. Are you feeling any better?’

JK smiles seeing that you responded quickly. And just wants to respond ‘No, I’m not feeling better because I fucking miss you and I hate you're dating another guy’ but he restrains himself

JK :) : ‘Yes! I’m feeling a lot better thank u! but to be totally honest, I would feel even more better if I saw you’

JK :) : ‘I’m sorry about your work, hope everything works out fine for you’

Jungkook couldn’t resist. He had to say at least something to remind you that he’s thinking about you

When you saw that last message of him, you were giggling as if you were a teenager talking to your crush. He always makes you feel like that. So, now that you’re on the market again… you can at least respond back with something that maybe might make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

‘You know, sometimes you can be so sweet. I would feel better if I saw you too’ – you admit finally –

‘Sadly this week is gonna be almost impossible for me to go to the gym, but at least we’ll see each other over the weekend :) we’ll have time to catch up!’

Jungkook swears his heart just skipped a beat after seeing your response. Did you just told him that you miss him? Oh my god, you’re making this so hard for me Y/n – he thinks

Then he sees your last sentence once again ‘We’ll see each other over the weekend :) we’ll have time to catch up!’ and he gets an unsettling feeling on the pit of his stomach. He just tries to dismiss those feelings and concentrates on responding over to you.

You texted for a few more minutes before telling JK that you had to keep up with your presentation and saying that you’ll see each other in a few days.

The rest of the day you had a smile from ear to ear, thinking about how sweet Jungkook and that is maybe… finally this weekend it’s your chance to come close to him.

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It’s the day to your departure to Hobi’s parents’ cottage. Chris had texted you the night before while you were packing your clothes, saying that he’ll be at your place around 8AM to pick you up.

As soon as you saw your best friend in your building entry, you couldn’t stop smiling and went for a tight hug. You both missed each other so much. He then helped you putting your little luggage on his car’s trunk

While driving on the way to the cottage you asked him about the project he was working on. He told you that the event with the big client from Japan was a hit. The client was so pleased that gave them another project for a new product they’re developing right now. You congratulated him and let him know how proud you were, he’s such a hard worker.

Then he immediately asked you ‘I did notice that Minho is not here with us, did something happened? Do I have to break some bones?’

You cackled and said ‘No, you don’t have to break anyone’s bones. We broke things off a few weeks ago’ – when you saw his surprised face you added – ‘I didn’t want to worry you, I knew you were super busy with the project so, I waited to tell you’

‘Y/n are you kidding me, this happened weeks ago? You should have told me as soon as it happened. I would have been there for you’ he starts scolding you

‘Listen. I’m okay. Honestly, it was a friendly break up. And I myself have been insanely busy with work too since all that happened, so it was easier to move on’

He looks at you with some doubt in his eyes and then says, ‘Why did you decide to break up ?’

You go on explaining him everything about how Minho got the call from his boss offering the job in Australia while he was at his apartment with you. And that this was his dreamwork that you were talking about.

‘You know not a lot of people would put others happiness above themselves like you did. You keep amazing me, my friend’

‘I just know too well what it feels like when a loved one keeps you from your dreams’ you respond to your best friend

‘Yeah, I know. So… you’re really okay?’ after hearing you talk for a while, he is almost sure that you’re indeed okay, and he feels relieved… but he needs to ask once more.

‘Yes, Chris. Trust me, I’m doing okay. And you know… I’ve been texting a little bit with JK, maybe this weekend would be a good thing to get close to each other, I don’t know… see what happens’ you say to your best friend with enthusiasm that he can sense in your voice

‘My boy didn’t give up I see, huh? Well, you have all weekend long with him. Just please keep it as quiet as possible. I love you both, but I wouldn’t want to hear my friends moaning through my dorm walls’, says while chuckling

‘God, stop! I’m not thinking about sex honestly. I just want to spend some time with him’

‘While you’re riding him, you’ll still be spending time with him, just saying’ he says shamelessly, and he can’t stop laughing once he sees your face blushing like crazy

‘You’re insufferable sometimes you know’

‘But you love me just like that’ says your best friend

‘Yeah, sadly I do’ and you both share some more laughs until you get to the cottage.

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The surroundings of the cottage are absolutely breath taking. It’s situated on the middle of a forest, right in front of this beautiful lake. You don’t see any other house nearby. It’s insanely private and, insanely huge. As soon as you got out of the car, you thought… Wow, Hobi’s parents’ must be loaded

The other guys had apparently already got there because there were 2 other cars. You recognize one of them, Jungkook’s car. A smile appeared on your face once you saw it, he is already here yaaay!

The first person to come out from the cottage while Chris was busy taking both of yours luggages is Hobi

‘Hey Y/N, Chris! How have you been guys? It feels like we haven’t seen each other in ages’ while he went in for a hug with you and then continued his way towards your best friend

‘Hi Hobi! This place looks amazing, it’s so peaceful’

‘Wait till you see inside, it’s even better’ says Chris while Hobi just nods

‘Hi noona!’ a smiling JK appeared and enveloped you in a warm hug while the other two were looking at you two with knowing eyes

‘Hi JK – how have you been?’ you say while you’re hugging him

‘I’ve been okay… but now I’m even better’

Fuck. He’s already making you blush

‘Stop it. You’re too sweet’ you say while hiding your face from him and he chuckles

Then Hobi’s voice takes you out of your little world with Jungkook and asks you

‘Um…Y/N, where’s Minho? I thought he was coming too’

‘Oh… yeah, that’s right. Um, Minho and I broke things off a few weeks ago’ you explain

You see Jungkook and Hobi’s faces turn into a total surprise expression so before anyone could ask how you are holding up you say ‘Before you ask, I’m okay. No need to worry about me, it was a friendly break up. He was offered an important job in Australia so there wasn’t much left to do. We both agreed on being friends and that’s all’

Hobi offers you a warm smile while he makes his way to you and says while putting his arm around your shoulder ‘I’m happy your okay then. So, now you’re single again, you should take this weekend to relax and enjoy yourself without any other thoughts, okay?’ you nod at him while smiling and you see him exchanging some looks with Jungkook that you don’t quite understand what was that for. It felt like Hobi was almost sending an angry gaze towards Jungkook

Jungkook is dead quiet, he’s acting weird - you think –

And then an unknown female voice comes from the cottage and approaching while directing to Jungkook

‘Kookie, I’ve already chosen a room, could you please help me with the window? I can’t open it, I need some of your muscles’ she giggles, and you swear it was the most annoying and fake giggle you heard in your life

You had recognized her as soon as you turned around to see who’s voice you were hearing. It was Lina.

You look at Jungkook who was already looking at you, frozen in his place, wanting for the earth to swallow him because he had just realized the mistake that he had done by inviting Lina to the trip.

‘Kookie?’ you scoff looking at him while one of your eyebrows shoots up. He doesn’t talk, not even blinks, he’s just petrified

The annoying blondie then gets close enough to you and your friends and while placing her head on JK’s shoulder says ‘Who is this, Kookie?’ pointing at you

You little unrespectful bitch – you almost wanted to say at her, but you don’t respond, you just glare at Jungkook waiting for him to introduce you to the blondie, but nothing comes up from his mouth

By this time, Chris and Hobi are both just staring the scene unraveling in front of them extremely uncomfortable. You could cut with a knife the tension around you.

So, you go on and introduce yourself. ‘I’m Y/N’ you say shortly

‘Oh, Kookie never mentioned you before. I’m Lina, by the way’ she says with a smirk on her face

Jungkook glares the fuck out over to Lina, who just shrugs playing innocent

But you could see from a mile ago that this idiotic blondie is just trying to get under your skin - what she doesn’t know is that you have enough experience with childish girls like her and you know exactly how to treat them

‘Oh really? Seems like he failed to mention you too, because I’ve never heard your name before’ and then her smirk drops

‘Well, how about we get settled Chris?’ you say while looking at your best friend and breaking the unsufferable tension between all of you. Then you once again redirect your attention towards Lina ‘It was nice to meet you, Lana’ you say with the fakest smile you’ve ever pulled

Chris and Hobi chuckled and Jungkook’s lip twitched a bit while Lina’s face was red of anger, and she said with greeted teeth ‘It’s Lina’ correcting you

It was obvious that you didn’t forget her name and she was fuming like crazy while you just wanted to laugh at her face

That should teach her not to mess with you – you think to yourself

You don’t even respond at her last comment and Chris puts an arm around your shoulder while you start walking towards the cottage entrance

‘Honestly, if she thought she could mess with you or make you react on someway, she’s gonna have a really bad time here’ said your best friend while you both laugh together.

Either way, you couldn’t help but to feel a little bit sad. Why would he invite her? You’re starting to have doubts again about him. Is he just playing with you? Right now, you just don’t understand Jungkook at all.

And all you can think of is … I hope this weekend doesn’t end the same way it began

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indeedcaptain · 1 year ago

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Spirktober 2023, day 23: Married

HELLO HERE IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS! Fluff, kisses, schmoop, weddings, etc.

Also posted on AO3 here!

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“James Kirk, you are not getting married in sweatpants.” Winona stood, aghast and agape, in the middle of the kitchen.

“Mom, we’re on shore leave. I didn’t even bring a uniform home, let alone a dress uniform. And they’re joggers.”

“Absolutely not. I forbid it. Spock’s parents are going to think that you were raised in a barn.”

“This is a farm! You did raise me in a barn!”

Winona threw up her hands and turned her back on him in disgust, peering out through the window over the sink to see how George and Lieutenant Sulu were faring with the barn in question. Nyota sidled in beside him and watched James and his mother square off in the kitchen.

“What did you intend to wear, Spock?”

Spock crossed his arms over his chest. James’s t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. “My uniform.”

She side-eyed him. “You brought your uniform on shore leave?”

“It is logical to be prepared,” he said stiffly. He did not add on the fact that he had not even considered the idea that he would have confessed to his feelings for the captain, let alone acted on, consummated, and committed permanently to those feelings, and brought the uniform in the case that he had to return to San Francisco earlier than planned to avoid discussing them at all.

“That won’t do,” she said. Louder, she said, “Winona, I’ll take them out to get suits.”

“Nyota, as far as I can tell, you are the only sensible person on the whole crew,” Winona said, and James rolled his eyes.

Nyota recruited McCoy to assist, shepherded James and Spock into the backseat of George’s truck, and drove them into downtown Riverside with only minimal grumbling from James.

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Suit shopping was a more complicated affair than Spock had imagined. He had not known that there was a human tradition about not seeing one’s future spouse in their wedding garments ahead of time, so Nyota had sent James and McCoy to one store before dragging them to another. He had allowed James to steer much of the planning process, as there had not been very much to plan, and now that he was being asked for his opinion he found that he did not know what he wanted.

The events of the day, week, month had deviated so drastically from what he could have possibly imagined that he was having a difficult time imagining what came next. He could picture James in a suit easily: dashing, handsome, smiling, an image from several diplomatic missions that he had carefully ensconced in his memory. But he was unable to picture himself in the same attire. Despite the time they had spent over the past month talking, clearly communicating expectations and desires and plans for their shared future, he could not imagine himself in a human suit at the end of the aisle. Somewhere, deep in his mind, the remnant echoes of T’Pring’s disdain and her cruelty during the kal-if-fee iced over his joy.

He very much wanted to be married. He was less sure of how to want to have a wedding.

After the third suit Nyota brought to him evoked no reaction, she took the garment from his hands, laid it down, and sat down next to him.

“This isn’t working for you,” she said. She sat close enough that he could feel the warmth of her arm against his.

“I have never before thought about a wedding,” he said. “A human wedding was never an option for me.” She looped her arm through his and clasped her hands together.

“What are you looking forward to most?” She asked.

“Our bonding,” he said immediately. This answer he knew. “James has agreed to a mating bond--- I believe he desires it as much as I do. That is what I look forward to most.”

“That sounds beautiful, Spock,” she said quietly, and she laid her head on his shoulder. “Wait!” She pulled out her padd and searched for something. “I have a better idea. No suits.” She stood abruptly, hung the abandoned suit on the return rack and strode from the store. Spock followed her, bemused, as she called a thank-you to the clerk and flung the door open.

Nyota followed the map on her padd until they arrived at a small, brick-fronted building. There was no discernable signage, but Nyota pushed the door open. There was a melodic tinkle from a bell above, and they stepped into a dusty room.

There was only one person in the entirety of the store, and they sat on a stool behind the register, shrouded in the dim light. It wasn’t until Spock and Nyota approached and the shopkeeper turned that Spock was able to see that they were not human either, but Andorian.

The woman smiled, and as she sat up straighter her antennae became more apparent. “Welcome to Secondhand Silks,” she said. Her face was lined with wrinkles, and her hands were dappled with dark blue age spots. “Is there anything I can help you find?”

“Yes,” Nyota said confidently. “Anything from Vulcan?” The woman smiled, eyes and antennae flicking to Spock. “Of course,” she said, and she led them deeper into the store.

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It was not logical to be nervous, especially in front of Nyota, and yet he felt a twinge of something in his abdomen as he dressed out of the changing room to face her and the mirror.

Her eyes went wide. “You look beautiful,” she whispered, and she came to stand next to him as he beheld himself in the mirror.

This garment was right, in a way that the suits had not been. It was traditionally Vulcan, in a way that the suits were not. It was deep green, and the front was beaded, and the collar was asymmetrical and created a line from his neck down the left side of his torso. Tails flowed down his thighs and draped against the trousers, which were the same deep green. It fit him as if it had been made for him.

“I would like this,” he said. “This is right.”

“Yes,” Nyota said affectionately. “It is.”

The Andorian woman wrapped it up and Nyota purchased it for him (“it’s a wedding gift, Spock, don’t fight me on this”) and by the time they met McCoy and James back at the truck the sense of overwhelm that had threatened him earlier was gone.

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Apparently humans were not supposed to see each other the night before their weddings either, which Spock did not appreciate, but he had acquiesced when his mother and Winona teamed up to assert that it was important. For the first time since his first night in Iowa he laid in the bed in the guest room by himself.

So much had changed since that first night. He remembered the way James had almost reached for him, and had not--- they had not been in the habit of touching each other then. He had been so prepared to keep his hands clasped behind his back for the entirety of the trip, to call James ‘captain’ the entire time, in order to maintain both his professional decorum and the privacy that had hidden his true feelings from James. And all of those shields were gone now. He was allowed to touch James and be touched, to accept the human comforts he had never expected to be offered, and he had discovered an entirely new side of James in the process: one that would allow himself to be cared for by Spock, held and cherished.

He would accept one night apart in exchange for the promise of sharing a bed with James, wherever they may go, for the rest of their lives.

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Some feat of engineering had been accomplished in the barn by George and Montgomery Scott, and when Spock walked in with his parents it was as though he had walked into a cloud of warmth and light. String lights swung between the ceiling beams. Amanda and Sarek walked one step ahead of him, hands gently in the ozh’esta, and he followed them: the Vulcan tradition symbolizing how a parent leads their child on a path of logic. As they entered, his friends stood to look at them, and over Sarek and Amanda’s shoulders he could see their smiles.

They progressed down the aisle. His parents stepped to the side as they reached the front row of the folding chairs that George and Winona had hustled from somewhere, and he bent to accept a kiss on the cheek from his mother before continuing forward to stand beneath the chuppah that his mother had brought from Vulcan. It was the same one that she had used at her own wedding, and it had crossed over thousands and thousands of lightyears over thirty years to be hung in James’s parents’ barn today. Spock thought it was fitting for two such as they, who would spend more time on a spaceship together than they did on any single planet, to be married beneath such a spacefaring fabric.

Then James entered, and all other thoughts vanished. He wore a suit, and he was beautiful. He was accompanied by his parents, and he was beautiful. There was nothing else in the room but James, and the warm golden glow of his eyes and his smile and his hair, and he was beautiful. He glanced around at their friends, and he smiled at them as he saw them all, and then his gaze landed on Spock, waiting for him.

There you are, his eyes said. I’ve been looking for you. He walked with his parents down the aisle, and he kissed his mother and shook his father’s hand and kissed him too before depositing them in the chairs next to Spock’s own parents, and then he turned to meet Spock beneath the chuppah.

“James,” Spock said quietly, taking his hand. “You are exquisite.”

“You look amazing,” James breathed. “I can’t believe we’re here.” Spock pulled him closer until they were chest-to-chest and wrapped one arm around James’s waist.

“Are you ready, ashayam?”

“Hell yes,” James said, and Spock heard a few of their friends laugh at his characteristic eagerness. Spock intertwined their fingers.

“Parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched. We meet at the appointed place,” Spock said, and lifted his hand to James’s face.

James breathed in deeply. “Parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched. I await you.” He tilted his head, allowing Spock access to his psi-points.

Pressing slightly into James’s mind, Spock said, “I would bond with thee, ever, and always touching and touched.”

He felt James’s mental agreement even before James whispered the words back to him, and then they were both gone.

Golden and midnight blue, twisting together, shimmering into a thousand million sparks until they were both standing before each other, no longer in the barn or on Earth but somewhere for just them. James looked around them. “It’s not usually so clear,” he said in wonder.

“No,” Spock said, watching him, feeling James’s excitement through the air between them. “This is deeper than we have gone before.”

“Dirty,” James said conversationally, and took Spock’s hand.

“Are you prepared, James?” Spock asked.

“I think I’ve been ready for this for a long time. I knew from the moment we met that you were important to me, and every day since then has just confirmed what I already knew.” He squeezed Spock’s hand. “Spock, I’m a better man when you are with me. Even before this trip, I would have done anything to keep you at my side. All I want for the rest of my life is for us to explore together.”

Spock squeezed his hand in return. “James, you have shown me the best of humanity, even when I could not accept it in myself. It was serving alongside you that I finally understood where I fit in the universe. There was and is nothing that could take me from you.”

James’s eyes shone with warmth and tears. “Bond us, Spock.”

Spock raised his other hand to James’s face and placed his fingers on his psi points. “This may be uncomfortable,” he said. “Psi-null individuals frequently find deeper psychic connection to be difficult at first.”

“I trust you,” James said, and he kept his eyes on Spock’s as Spock said, “Ever and always---”

But he did not have time to finish the sentence before James’s mind was opening to accept him. The warmth of James, his optimism and joy, his love and affection and faith, flooded outwards, basking him in sunlight.

“Touching and touched,” James said, and he raised a hand to Spock’s psi-points, mirroring the gesture on Spock’s face. As his fingers brushed the psi-points, the world around them exploded in light.

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For one second, Spock became aware of himself and James, still pressed against each other. His hands were both on James’s face, and as their friends and family watched James lifted his hand to Spock’s cheekbone.

“Touching and touched,” he said, and his fingers found Spock’s psi-points. Psychic energy cracked between them, sparking. Then Spock’s hands, still around James’s face, began to glow. The glow, green like Vulcan blood, grew from his hands and flowed down his forearms to his shoulders, up to his own face and James’s hand. When they were both covered in the green glimmer, Spock felt it erupt between them: a permanent mental bond, deeper than anything he had ever felt. It was deeper than the childhood bond he had shared with T’Pring; it dove deeper into his mind than any healer or elder ever had; and it was anchored deeper within him than even his familial bonds with his parents. James’s eyes widened, reflecting the glow of the psychic energy.

In Spock’s mind he felt every memory they shared flowing down the bond: the first day they met on the Enterprise, every away mission, every time they had put their bodies in between the other’s and danger, every vigil sat in Medbay, chess matches and meals, late nights of paperwork and condolence letters and a thousand of James’s easy smiles. Friends, brothers in arms, lovers.

“T’hy’la,” Spock whispered, and James surged forward to kiss him. Under the chuppah, in front of their friends and family, James held his face in both his hands and kissed him as boldly as if they had been alone. Spock slid his hands into James’s hair and around his waist and kissed him back as the people who loved them most cheered.

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The Kirk family farmhouse had never been so full of laughter and merriment as it was on that day. James remained glued to Spock’s side, with a glass of champagne in one hand and Spock’s hand in the other, basking in the celebration. Joanna hung off his waist and had demanded an introduction to Spock, and she had offered a terrible but endearing imitation of the ta’al and said that she liked his eyebrows.

“I tried to teach her on the train ride up,” McCoy said gruffly, watching his daughter wind through the legs of the adults but somehow always manage to locate James. “Fine motor skills are still developing.”

“Her attempt is deeply appreciated, doctor,” Spock said. “It was considerate of you.”

“Yeah, well,” McCoy said. Spock waited, but the rest of the sentence was not forthcoming. He stood next to Spock and watched Nyota and Christine charm James’s parents and catch up with Captain Pike.

“Funny about them too,” he said eventually. “I told Christine not to pine after the bridge crew, Lord knows the lot of you are heartbreakers, but maybe I was wrong.” He glanced at Spock sideways. “Maybe I was wrong about all of you.”

At another point, Captain Pike and Number One sidled up to Spock, and Una tapped her glass against his.

“So this was the time-sensitive assignment Kirk pulled you off to when you bailed on me? Being wooed?”

“It seems so, captain,” Spock said. “My apologies. I had intended to assist with your cadets, but James has a habit of deconstructing my schedules.”

“No apologies necessary,” Pike said. He and Spock watched James, who had begrudgingly been separated from Spock to have a conversation with Sarek and Amanda across the room. Sarek had yet to indicate his approval or disapproval, but Amanda was beaming at him, taking both his hands in her own. “I can’t think of a single person who would be better for you, Spock. You balance each other.”

“Thank you, captain,” Spock said, and he meant it.

Over the course of the evening, their friends floated through the house and out to taxis that would take them to their hotels in Riverside proper. Winona had offered Sam’s bedroom to McCoy and his daughter with only a few tears shed, and McCoy had embraced her for it. Amanda and Sarek stayed in the guest bedroom, Spock rejoined James in his bedroom, and Nyota and Christine had been installed on the pullout couch in the living room.

James sprawled on his bed, watching Spock carefully remove and fold his wedding garments. “I have one more thing for you,” he said, and he reached into the top drawer of his bedside table.

“Is it more lubricant? That bottle must be nearly empty,” Spock said, placing his wedding garments onto the dresser and coming to lay beside James on the bed. James rolled his eyes at him and pulled out a small, black, velvet box.

“Har, har,” he said. “No, it’s something else. I wasn’t sure, culturally, if this would work for you, but once I thought about it… I had to ask.”

“I would appreciate anything you give me, James,” Spock said, but he beheld the small box curiously. “What is it?”

James opened the box and held it out to him. Within were two metal bands. They were a silver-blue--- Spock estimated tritanium--- with a different metal inset in the middle that he could not identify by sight.

“Wedding bands,” Spock said softly. “You want--- to display that we are married?”

“Only if that’s alright with you,” James said. He pulled one out, with a slightly smaller diameter than the other. “If you want it, this is for you. Do Vulcans wear wedding rings?”

“Vulcans do not,” Spock said, and before the flash of disappointment that he felt though the bond could appear on James’s face, he continued, “But I do.” He offered his hand to James, whose smile was as soft and loving as anything Spock had ever seen. James took his hand and slid the ring onto Spock’s finger.

“I ordered these after the first night you slept in my bed,” James said quietly, running his finger over the band on Spock’s. “They’re tritanium--- like the Enterprise--- and meteorite. I always thought meteorites were a little romantic… that even though so much of space is just a vacuum, a tiny piece of something landed on a little planet somewhere and was noticed.” He looked up at Spock before looking down again, blushing slightly. “Like us. Even though we’re from different planets, we still found each other.”

“James,” Spock said softly, and reached out to brush his other hand across his cheek. “Do not be embarrassed. I would be honored to wear your ring.” He pulled the other band out of the box and lifted James’s hand.

James’s breath caught in his throat as Spock slid the ring onto his finger. “You ordered these the night after we slept together for the first time?” Spock asked.

“Yes,” James whispered, and he threaded their fingers together so their rings clicked together gently. Spock pulled James to him and caught his lips with his own before pulling James down to lay on his chest. James laid his hand over Spock’s ribs, his ring laying over his heartbeat.

“I still can’t believe you agreed to come with me,” James sighed after a few minutes, and drummed his fingers against Spock’s ribs. “You might have stayed in San Francisco and I would still be pining after you and all of this would be a distant dream.”

“I never would have stayed,” Spock said. “The decision was made as soon as I saw you standing at my door. James, I would have followed you wherever you had asked.”

James propped himself up on his elbow, eyes searching Spock’s face. “Honestly?”

“Honestly, captain,” Spock said. James laid back down. Spock pressed a kiss to the top of James’s head, just as James had to him on the first night they made love.

“You haven’t called me captain in weeks,” James said. “I almost missed it.”

“I will call you captain as frequently as you would like,” Spock said. “Captain.”

“It’s our wedding day, Spock. Call me ‘husband’ or something.”

“As you wish, Captain Husband.”

As James’s laughter rumbled against his chest, James’s soft hair brushing the underside of his jaw, and James’s hand with its wedding band resting possessively against his heart, Spock closed his eyes. As he fell asleep with his bondmate in his arms and a wedding ring on his finger, he thought that he was going to be forever grateful for every plan of his that James had ever disrupted, because every disruption had led him here.

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xmariiitamiiix · 2 months ago

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A Fly caught in a Spider's Web: Suguru Geto x Reader: Chapter 2

Hey everyone here is the 2nd chapter (really just 2nd part but I will just call it chapter) for this fic

I really just kinda want to use this chapter to establish some of their rules that they follow while also adding a small part of tension but I promise next chapter is where we are going to really be building to get to the good stuff

You bend the blinds once more as your eyes scan the outside world below your small studio apartment on the third floor. Still, nothing but passersby walk the sidewalks, unaware of the day you had. The streetlights, along with the traffic lights, are the only things illuminating the street. You huff to yourself, jealous of the unbothered looks of the people living peacefully in their own little bubbles, unaware of the inner turmoil and fear that you felt just earlier today. They walk without turning and watching their backs, not fearful of a psychotic monk following after them.

You go back into the kitchen and take out your bowl of ramen noodles from the microwave, stirring it as you walk back into your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you, just in case. You sit down at the edge of the bed, placing the bowl on your nightstand, as your hand runs against the small red marks on your body from earlier in the day. You look at one that was on your thigh as you begin thinking more and more.

These weren’t mosquito bites, were they? Your finger traces around the circular edge of the mark. This was something else... something sinister. You raise your head to look at your television, which is playing a random movie that you could care less about in the moment, as you go back to the ramblings of what Ume referred to as Geto-sama. But from lazy Google searches, you found his name to be Suguru Geto.

He was a man dedicated to helping those in need—at a price. You scoff once you read the part about helping, remembering the ugliness of his gaze on you. "What a weird way to say a money-hungry leech," you think. There were hundreds of Google reviews for him, praising his services.

“Came to Geto-sama because of feelings of being touched and deflowered in my sleep, and at every point of my day. After paying a rather ridiculous but worthwhile fee, Geto-sama was able to make me feel better in a flash!” One review read.

“I had feelings of being drained and tired. My shoulders and body ached. Eventually, I was desperate enough to search online and found forums talking about his service. What do you know? He was able to help me in a flash—he is truly something!” Another read.

Each review detailed the wonders that he supposedly performed. “Everyone is saying he is something miraculous,” you comment before looking over at your now somewhat cold ramen noodles. You reach for them and start eating mindlessly.

Feelings.

As you wash your dishes, you can’t help but feel strange, as if something is in your apartment with you. You turn your eyes, scanning the dark, vacant front room, finding nothing out of the ordinary. So, you turn back to washing your dishes, but the feeling persists as you scrub. Eventually, you sigh, walking into the living room. Once there, you turn on a lamp in the corner, then go back to washing the dishes. But merely turning on the lamp was a short-lived comfort, as eventually the strange feeling manifests again—this time toward the hallway leading to your bedroom. If there was any way to describe this feeling, it would be that sense of paranoia when you’re alone in the house for the first time, thinking about all the what-ifs.

You scrub faster, rinse faster, and dry the dishes with a towel faster so you don’t have to stand with your back to your apartment any longer. You place the last bowl down with a rather hard slam onto the counter, making yourself jolt as you inspect the bowl to make sure you didn’t break it.

"I have to relax," you say out loud. "I’m scaring myself." You turn off the kitchen light and head to the hallway, but despite yourself, your eyes loom over the hallway, looking for anything amiss. You enter your bedroom, pull out some clothing, and head into the bathroom. As you scrub yourself with soap in the shower, that’s when it begins.

Soft buzzing.

"Where is that coming from?" you ask as you turn down the water and look around. "What the fuck..." You turn up the water and resume washing your body. Your fingers glide against your skin, scrubbing all the contours and dips of it until it’s time for the shampoo. You place some shampoo onto your palm and rub it in with both hands, closing your eyes as the buzzing continues. This time, however, you feel something—a presence behind you—as your back starts to feel colder.

As you scrub in the shampoo, your mind starts conjuring images of a pale woman with long, stringy black hair that covers some of her face. She stares at you from behind with large, hollowed eyes, sunken into her face. The lips and eye bags are bruised purple, and her teeth chatter. A cold breeze hits your back, causing you to quickly wash the shampoo from your hair. You turn around, catching yourself before you fall, only to see nothing. Hesitantly, you reach for the conditioner bottle and start rubbing it into your hair. You close your eyes once more, trying to avoid getting soap bubbles in them, but the feeling of being watched from behind returns. You couldn’t have shampooed and conditioned your hair faster than you did that night—faster than ever in your whole life. As you finish showering, you dry off.

After drying off, you enter your bedroom, clothed in pajama shorts and a tank top. You sit in bed and go onto your phone. Your eyes linger on his name in your search bar for a little while before you return to mindless scrolling. Every once in a while, you look around your room. Everything looks untouched and exactly the way you left it, but still, you feel like you aren’t the only one in your apartment. You sit up from your bed and start walking around your apartment, checking each corner and drawer, even making sure the windows are locked—though you’re on the third floor. Finally, you ensure the door is locked. You never miss locking it. You return to your room and lie in bed, focusing on trying to go to sleep.

Silence.

The auditorium is silent as Geto walks through the aisle, but his mind and thoughts are loud as they race. His eyes stray to the very seat where you were once sitting. He takes a deep, shaky breath.

"Manami!" he yells out.

"Yes, sir," Manami says as she comes over.

Geto smiles. "Bring in the cleaners, will you?" he says.

"Why, of course," Manami says as she leaves. Cleaners begin to shuffle in one by one, all kneeling before him as he grimaces.

"Monkeys," he says as he walks past the cleaners, who part for him. "Recently, we had a very vile situation happen to us," he says, his lips curling with disgust. "Another one of you monkeys infiltrated my auditorium and tainted it with their lowly, disgusting presence." He turns and stands before them. "This auditorium needs to be cleansed of her presence, and while..." he pauses, his eyes scanning their faces, "I would rather not place this task on you all," he sneers, "I have no choice, as I would never wish for any of my family, who are truly worthy, to be on their knees scrubbing."

A cleaner steps forward. "So you're placing it on us, Geto-sama? Aren't we family too?"

His eyes narrow at them. "I am, and you are to do as you're told."

"But aren’t we your family as well? So why should we be—" Without a word, they are crushed by a cursed spirit.

"The audacity. Do you have any more questions?" he asks roughly, glaring at the group. Some cleaners let out gasps of surprise and fear, while those close to the crushed cleaner tremble, staring at their bloodied hands and clothing.

"Get to scrubbing," he says as he leaves the auditorium, flicking off a spatter of red fluid from the apple of his cheek. The cleaners immediately start scrubbing. "And don’t you dare ever forget your places, filth," his voice echoes in the auditorium.

Geto turns to Manami, who stands by the door frame outside the auditorium. "I will be changing into a new robe. Tell the family I’ll be in later," he says with a smile and light chuckle as he starts his walk to his chambers. Manami agrees and heads toward the dining hall. Geto closes the door and starts disrobing. He places his robe in the hamper for someone to wash, then dresses in another robe before heading to the dining hall, which is full of banter and the noise of his family.

"Hello, my family," he says, his ears perking at the greetings he receives. "Today we are joined together to enjoy another meal made by our kitchen staff." He sits at the head of the table. All eyes are on him as his gaze moves across the crowd, landing on Ume seated at the far end of the table. Unlike the others, she does not have a plate of food before her.

Geto sighs almost empathetically. "As some may notice, a member of our family does not have a plate of food," he says as the crowd shifts their attention to Ume. "I know it is not lost on any of us why she has no plate." The crowd murmurs in agreement.

"Let this be a lesson for everyone here," Geto says, looking at his plate. "This food is sacred and fuels you for the day. However, it is for the worthy and the most loyal to us." He pauses as the crowd rings out their own mantras of hate and disgust against non-sorcerers. "Now, let’s wish your fellow sister learns her lesson, so I don’t have to do this ever again." He frowns, and everyone goes silent in the dining room, giving their wishes.

"This may be hurting you," Geto says, breaking the silence, "but it hurts me more." Everyone looks to Geto at his saddened tone.

"We would never, Geto-sama!" another member says.

"Love to the strong, hate to the weak," someone else adds, referencing the scrolls. Geto’s eyes move to Ume, who is looking down at the table.

"Ume," Geto says, "why are you looking at the linen on the table? Shouldn’t your eyes be on the food?" he asks. Ume looks at him, then the food. "I said you couldn’t eat, not that you couldn’t look." Geto gives a light smile. "Maybe if you look hard enough, you’ll feel full." He chuckles, and the rest of the group mirrors his laughter toward Ume.

"Perhaps Geto-sama should remind you of when our quarters' sleeping time is," a member says to Ume, who bites back a sharp retort before replying.

"Our sleeping time is at 8:30 p.m.," Ume says.

Geto hums in approval. "And your wake time?"

"5:30 a.m.," Ume and the rest of the group reply in unison.

Geto nods. "And in the meantime, I expect things to be done, and that is...?"

"Beds to be made with new sheets and pillowcases, us to be changed into our clothing, mantras of the day done, and to be down for breakfast at 9:00 a.m.," Ume answers.

Geto nods in approval. "And if you are not following the right morning routine?"

"No breakfast," the crowd replies.

"And it’s only for?"

"Our own good," the crowd echoes.

"Very well, then," Geto says. "Let’s feast."

Maybe one day I will do my own little Suguru Geto Cult Rule Book lmaoooo

Did we ever get a name for the little group Geto has because I don't want to just have it as the Star Religious whatever but I want like a cool little cult name maybe I'll think one up for them something like "The Ascended Star Order"

#geto suguru #jjk geto #jujutsu kaisen #getou suguru x reader

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shukufuyu · 5 months ago

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[Event Story TL] Weeping Star On a Summer Night (Chapter 3)

Omi: Um.. is this marshmallow somen noodle alright?

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Izumi: Ah, It’s here! The soumen noodle party is starting, everyone!

Sakuya: It looks good!

Sakyo: This was also prepared by Ginsenkai. We won’t run out of soumen noodles for the time being.

Banri: That means we’ll be eating these for a while huh. Feels like we’ll get bored soon enough.

Omi: I also thought that’d be the case, which is why I prepared varying dressing sauces.

Taichi: Knew we can count on you!

Juza: Thanks

Omi: Of course. I made a few Italian styled sauces and spicy korean style sauces… I also prepared a few condiments, so please eat as many as you’d like.

Muku: Wow, there are a lot of stars on this one, are these okras and eggs?[1]

Omi: Yep, since it’s Tanabata, I wanted to make something befitting of the season.

Izumi: The fact you made all of these variations makes me want to try them all.

Omi: If you guys have your own personal request, just tell me, alright?

Itaru: Speaking of which…Senpai, have you talked to them about that?

Chikage: For now, not yet. I was thinking about talking to the director after this but…since everyone’s gathered, I guess I should do it now.

Izumi: What’s up?

Chikage: Have you ever heard about “Weeping Island”?

Izumi: “Weeping Island”...? I think I’ve heard about it somewhere

Kazunari: It’s a famous remote Island where you can get to catch beautiful sights of stars ♪ If I’m not wrong, they’re also opening a big resort facility soon.

Chikage: You catch up quick as usual, Kazunari.

The truth is, our company had a hand in the development…

And the overseas theater troupe that was scheduled to act in the opening ceremony seems to have had an industrial strike, so they won’t be able to come on the scheduled day.

Yuki: ��I can see where this is going.

Izumi: So, you’re saying now the offer is now given to Mankai Company to make an appearance…?

Chikage: As you might expect. Before, I was asked by the organizer through a connection from someone at work. What do you think?

Sakyo: Since it’s a big scale project, it’ll be a good opportunity for our theater company. Any conditions

Chikage: I knew you would say that, so I’ve made negotiations about the fees.

...

Chikage: And that’s all.

Izumi: That's all!?

Chikage: The schedule is quite tight, so I’ve put a lot of things into consideration. I suppose all that's left are the fee negotiations.

Izumi: I see, I think it’s enough, it’s favorable on our part. What does everyone else think?

Sakuya: I think it’s a good idea!

Masumi: …I’ll do as you decide.

Tenma: It’s definitely a great chance.

Though the appearing troupe members needs to be decided on.

Izumi: Now we can wrap it up!

Chikage: I’ll contact the organizer.

I will be filling him in regarding the details.

Azuma: A remote island where you can see stars, how romantic.

Homare: Feels as if I can obtain many poetic inspirations, perhaps I shall participate.

Hisoka: …I wonder why it is called Weeping Island.

Tasuku: It does seem like a strange name, now that you’ve said it.

Tsumugi: I wonder if there’s a reason for it…

Guy: Let’s look it up after this.

Omi: Um.. is this marshmallow somen noodle alright?

Troupe members: !?

Hisoka: Yeah, thanks.

Tasuku: Making weird combinations as usual…

Hisoka: It’s also soda flavored.

Tsumugi: Wouldn’t it be better if you just eat it normally…?

Homare: Perhaps even marshmallows compared to other condiments wouldn’t be any different to Hisoka-kun…

Hisoka: … Thank you for the food ♪

The next day

Hisoka: …So hot.

I think I've had enough with the marshmallow somen noodles from last night. I guess I’ll eat the noodles normally for lunch.

Outside

Juza: ….

Hisoka: …Juza, you look like you’re having trouble.

Juza: ——!

…Ah, Hisoka-san, it’s just you.

Hisoka: What’re you doing?

Juza: I was thinking about which wish to write.

Hisoka: You couldn’t come up with anything?

Juza: No, there’s too many just to squeeze one into one…

Hisoka: We’re the opposite then.

But I don’t think you really have to squeeze all of them into one.

There are probably others who wrote more than one in one sheet.

Juza: Yeah, since someone needs to at least take a sheet but, and it’s fine to write more than one but…

I guess, in my case, I always end up in a bad situation whenever I drink…

and my wish of wanting to become an actor already came true.

Hisoka: …I see

Also, you might get a heatstroke if you keep stressing under this weather. Do you want to go inside and eat the somen noodles while we’re at it?

Juza: Alright.

Was the marshmallow somen noodle from yesterday good?

Hisoka: …Do you want to try it out? I wouldn’t recommend it though.

Juza: …I think… I’ll do so.

※ [1]: the food muku mentioned were plants/veggie shaped like stars when cut, figured i should mention it since i also didn't know what okras were... if you're curious, here's a recipe i found!

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#a3 game #a3 translation #homare arisugawa #itaru chigasaki #chikage utsuki #hisoka mikage #a3! translation #i accidentally posted to the wrong blog and now im too lazy to retype the tags...

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banannabethchase · 1 year ago

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Set the World Alight: Chapter 17 - also on AO3

Matt gets stuck on choosing her college, her and Nick's grandparents come for dinner, and tensions reach a breaking point.

Sunday, April 13th

Matt

“Sweetheart, you need to make a decision,” her mom says, exasperated. “You have all four yesses. That’s better than most! You even got into your reach school with a scholarship.” She drops her head in her hands. “Not to mention into the school your boyfriend is going to.” She stares at Matt. “Baby, this should be easy.”

“But what if I’m not sure,” she says. “I need to go bounce it out.”

“Don’t forget the sports bra this time!” her mom warns.

Matt winces. “Right. Yeah, good idea.” She runs into her bedroom to change and then bolts back outside, flipping onto the trampoline. She does twelve backflips in a row, sure to land directly on the x in the middle of the trampoline, and her head clears enough to think through it. “Okay,” she says out loud, cranking her cell phone to play their competition mix. She starts the routine. “One,” she says, “I could go to Baker College. Good – oh, dang it – cheer program, they have my major, small scholarship.” She interrupts with another flip, just to get the blood to her head. She goes over all four schools, landing finally on State.

She jumps as high as she can, flipping and spinning as she considers it. Objectively, State’s the right call. But she’s scared. It’s the biggest decision she’s ever made, and she doesn’t know how to make it.

“Hey.”

She lands funny and flops on her ass as Nick walks out. “Oh, hi!” She turns off the music on her phone. “What’s up?”

Nick climbs onto the trampoline and rolls over toward her. “Mom told me you were freaking out.”

Matt scoffs, jumping from her back to her feet. “I am not freaking out.”

“You’ve been out here for two hours.”

“Have not.”

Nick shows her the clock on his phone.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he says. “Not to mention, Mom invited Grandma and Grandpa over for dinner.”

Matt’s mood sours. “Crap.”

“Yeah,” Nick says, flopping back onto the trampoline. “We have to dress nice.”

“Whatever do you mean, Nicholas?” Matt asks, yanking at her old thrifted Taylor Swift tee shirt and basketball shorts. “I look nice already.”

“You look like me if I had terrible taste in music,” Nick shoots back with a grin.

Matt tackles him. “How dare you!”

After Matt has Nick in a headlock, she hears the door open. “I sent Nick out to bring you inside, not for you to kill him!”

“He insulted Taylor Swift,” Matt says, yelping as Nick pokes her in the ribs. “He deserves it!”

“He does not,” their mom laughs. “Get in here and get showered. Grandma wants to see you in a dress, Matty girl, and if you disappoint her she’s probably going to disinherit me.”

Matt lets go of Nick long enough to push him off the trampoline and stands. “Okay.”

“That was not permission to kill your brother.”

Matt peers over at where Nick is groaning. “He can stand. He’s fine.”

Nick

“Oh, you two look adorable,” Grandma says, pulling Matt in to kiss her cheeks. “Gosh, you’ve grown up so much! It’s like we just saw you yesterday and you’ve become such a lovely young woman.”

Nick tunes it out as their grandmother gushes over Matt. He’s used to it by now. He can wait.

“And there’s my handsome grandson.” Grandpa reaches out and kisses Nick’s forehead. “I love the shirt! Haven’t seen you in such a crisp button down before.” He pats Nick’s cheek. “Such a handsome young man. Proud of you.”

Nick sees his own eyes in Grandpa’s. He’s always understood him, in ways nobody else did. “Thanks, Grandpa.”

“Did you see the game last night?” he asks, grabbing Nick’s arm for balance as they make their ways to the couch. He sits down and practically pulls Nick with him. “Those refs are almost as bad as the scandal in 2007!”

Nick was a baby in 2007, but he’s done his research. “You think so?”

They go off on a tirade about basketball that lasts halfway through dinner, with Matt and their mom interrupting a few times to talk about Prom, but Nick’s feeling light and together for the first time in a while.

“I’m really glad you came to dinner,” Nick says. “I mean, Grandma too, but…”

“I get it, kid,” Grandpa says. “Your sister’s always been…well, even before we knew she was a girl, she connected with your grandmother more than me.” He leans in. “Secretly, I think I knew. That’s why I was so excited when you came along.” He pats Nick’s hand. “My first grandson.”

Nick turns and hugs his grandfather as hard as he can. “Thanks, Grandpa,” he murmurs into his shoulder. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

“I think I might, kiddo,” Grandpa says quietly. “I think I might.”

Grandma and Grandpa leave around 9:30, which is just enough time for Matt to panic.

“Oh, my god,” she says, sitting so hard on her couch that her skirt floofs up. “I have two and a half hours before I have to choose which college to go to.” She stands and scrambles to the kitchen and comes back with the four acceptance letters in her hands. “I think I know what I’m going to do.” She exhales slowly. “No I don’t. Help.”

Nick stares. “Uh. Which school do you think fits you best?”

Matt starts talking so long and so fast Nick feels a little dizzy. He knows what she’s going to choose in the end – she’ll go to State with the great scholarship, social worker pipeline, and Mox. But he knows that, if he says that, she’ll freak out and choose something else in the flurry of it all.

“Okay,” she says, probably for the fiftieth time. “So, if I go to Baker, that’s awesome, but I’ll probably die in debt, huh.”

Nick nods. “That’s the one with the two thousand a year for the scholarship, right?”

Matt nods. “But State’s is so much better – cheaper tuition and a way higher scholarship.” She sits down, which makes Nick feel like this might be almost over, but stands right back up again.

Nick tries to fight the annoyance, the exhaustion, the worry. But he doesn’t do well.

“What’s with the face?” Matt asks, calming down. “You look weird.”

Nick presses his lips together. He won’t meet Matt’s eyes.

“Nick,” Matt says, softly. “What’s wrong?”

When he looks up, there are tears in Nick’s eyes. “I’m really gonna miss you,” he chokes out.

Matt walks up to him and yanks him into the best hug she can, and Nick, for the first time, realizes how much taller he is than Matt. “Oh, Nicky,” she mumbles into his hair. “I’m gonna miss you, too, but we’ve all gotta grow up, right?”

“Yeah, but you’re doing it faster than I am,” Nick says miserably. “We usually do everything together and it feels – it feels like you’re going away and getting further and further away.”

Matt stares at him. “I’m not gone forever.”

“That’s what you say!” Nick exclaims. “Matt, you don’t get it. I’ve been – I’ve been Matt’s little brother my whole life. And now you’re going to be gone off to college and I’ll be just another stupid – I’ll just be there!” he yells. He squeezes his eyes shut, refusing to give into the tears. “I’m going to be even more boring now that the most interesting part about me is gone!”

“What?” Matt asks. “Nick, you’re super interesting.” She stares at him, like he’s the one missing something here. “Basketball, and you’re kind, and you’re funny. What’s this about?”

Nick makes the strangest noise from somewhere he didn’t know existed inside him. “This isn’t about anything except for the fact that I’m realizing I am nothing but your brother!”

Matt’s face drops to careful neutrality. “Sorry I’ve been such an inconvenience.”

“That’s – Matt, this isn’t about you!” Nick says. He threads his fingers through his hair and pulls. “This is my problem! This is me, about to be completely alone, and you don’t even care!”

“If you hate being my brother so much, why do you always hang out with me?” Matt fires back. “Oh, I can answer that for you. Because you’re too much of a coward to go for what you really want, and you wait around until I do something so you don’t have to make a decision!”

Nick stumbles backward. “I’m not a coward!”

“You are,” Matt says. “You love Adam and you have forever and you won’t say anything. This is what this is all about, isn’t it? That you think you’re too boring for him or whatever? Because you’re just my little brother?”

“That’s not what I –”

“Yes it is!” Matt throws her hands in the air. “What am I supposed to do, take a gap year so we can skip off to college together so you can borrow my personality? You have an effing personality, Nick! You don’t need to borrow mine! You’re cool and smart and probably the basketball MVP this year, but you can’t see past me!” She glares at him. “And you need to remember we’re not kids anymore.”

The words ring in the air, and Matt doesn’t look for a second like she wants to take them back. Somehow that makes it hurt worse.

“Well, I’m glad you’re not sharing my room anymore,” Nick says, glaring. “Because I don’t want to see you. I’m taking the bus tomorrow.”

“Fine by me,” Matt says, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Maybe now you can be somebody other than Matt’s little brother.”

She stomps off before Nick can get another word in, and he sprints upstairs, not willing to let her see him cry.

Matt

“What did you do?”

Matt jumps as she sees her mom at the top of her bedroom stairs. “What? Nothing.” Her mom stares at her long enough for her to cave. “Nick started it.”

Mom laughs and sighs. “Sure he did. What did he start, then?”

Matt recounts the conversation. “And he’s taking the bus tomorrow,” she adds. “So make sure he doesn’t forget to set his alarm ten minutes earlier than usual.”

Her mom gets a weird look on her face. “You heard that, right?”

“Heard what?”

“You’re still looking out for him, even when you guys just had a huge fight.” She sits on the bed next to Matt. “You don’t need to do that all the time.”

“Well, he clearly can’t,” Matt snaps, rolling her eyes. “He thinks he’s boring, Mom, he’s clearly got no brain.”

Mom sighs. “Or,” she says gently, “you’ve never given him the space to figure things out on his own.”

“That’s his fault, isn’t it?” Matt asks. She kicks off her slippers and taps her toes on the chilly fake wood floor.

“You two have always been attached at the hip, because you make each other feel safe, but sometimes you lean on each other too much.” She smooths Matt’s hair. “Sure, maybe Nick’s being silly about the Adam situation, and maybe he’s anxious about you going off to college, but see it from his side. Without you, he’s worried all his friends right now will disappear.” She stares at Matt. “Like, I don’t know, somebody else who abandoned him when he went off to college?”

Matt lets it sink in. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Mom says. “Nick’s never let himself deal with what happened with Jude. It only made him feel more disposable. And now, you going to college, he probably feels like everyone who matters to him leaves.” She tucks some hair behind Matt’s shoulder, letting her hand rest there. “And, instead of hearing him, you started yelling at him.”

“I wasn’t –”

“Matty, your dad and I could hear you from the driveway.”

“He was yelling, too.”

Mom groans. “Okay, sure, but focus. You’re growing up, and graduating, and going to college. That’s incredible. You’ve become an amazing young woman this year, in such a short period of time. But that’s a lot of change. For everyone.” She kisses the top of Matt’s head. “I’m so proud of you, Matty girl, but sometimes you need to take a step back. Put yourself in other people’s shoes.”

Matt shrugs, and doesn’t want to admit her mom is right. “I still haven’t chosen my college yet.”

Mom sighs. “Alright, well, we’re probably not working through this tonight, are we. It’s 10:30.”

“My deadline!”

“Your deadline, meaning yours, meaning you can push it off one night,” Mom says firmly. “Or all the way to April 30th. Go to sleep. You have school in the morning. We’ll talk more tomorrow night.”

Matt nods, and yawns before she can stop herself. “Okay.” She fidgets. “But make sure Nick gets up in time. I don’t want to wait for him.”

Mom laughs and kisses the top of her head again. “Alright, kiddo. Sleep well. And don’t stay up too late talking to Mox.”

“How did you know I was about to call him?”

Mom laughs harder. “Baby, I was a teenage girl once, too.” She stands. “You’re not going to pull the wool over my eyes.”

Monday, April 14th

Nick

“Dude, what’s wrong with you?”

Nick twitches awake, sitting up. “What?”

Cole sits down next to him, the pizza practically bouncing as it drops to the table. “What’s wrong with you?” he asks again. “You’re all weird looking. You sleep last night?”

Nick shakes his head, resting his head back down. “Matt and I had a fight because she’s stupid and I’m boring.”

“Uh,” Kyle says, sliding into a chair next to Cole. “What?”

“Nick’s having a moment,” Cole says.

“Not helpful.”

“Well, you weren’t talking.”

The three of them bicker back and forth until Adam shows up. Nick freezes up before he can stop himself.

“Who broke Nick?” Adam asks, frowning at Cole and Kyle. “Which one of you?”

“It wasn’t us!” Kyle says, grabbing a pepperoni from Cole’s slice of pizza.

“You have your own right there,” Cole grumbles.

Adam looks at Nick. “Are you okay?”

“Matt and I fought last night, and now I’m tired,” he mumbles. Adam sits next to him, and it somehow makes him feel better and worse at the same time. “Because she’s the worst.”

“She’s not the worst,” Adam says, “but she can be incredibly…how do I say this nicely?” He thinks for a minute, taking a swig of his water bottle. “Ah, that’s it. Self-centered. Sometimes she isn’t, but that’s one of her worst traits.” He takes another sip and wrinkles his nose.

Nick’s so tired he can smell something that reminds him of a doctor’s office. “I mean, you’re not wrong,” he mumbles. “She was freaking out about college and I -” He cuts himself off. “I got pissed that she was being Matt and then we yelled and now I’m tired.”

Adam rubs his back so gently Nick could cry. Or fall asleep.

“Aw,” Willow says. Nick feels he sit down across from him. “Nick okay?”

“Nick and Matt had a fight and now he’s all sad,” Cole says. “And Kyle keeps grabbing my pepperoni.”

Nick snorts. “That – that did not come out the way you intended it.”

“I didn’t come out the way I intended it,” Kyle says. “Did I tell you guys about that?”

Kyle goes off on a tangent so absurd it makes Nick laugh hard enough to hurt his abs.

Matt

“Hey,” Mox says, kissing Matt’s forehead. “You and Nick are super weird still?”

She nods, yawning. “Reminds me.” She throws the car keys toward Nick’s general direction. Nick raises an eyebrow as the keys overshoot him completely and hit Caster in the ass.

Mox blinks. “So that’s why you’re not on the basketball team.”

“Shut up,” she mutters. “Can you give me a ride home?”

“Any time,” Mox says, and pulls Matt close. “Don’t – don’t hurt yourself over this, okay? You and Nick will be alright.” He kisses her temple, and she feels comfortable for the first time all day.

“I hope so.” She wants to apologize, even though she’s not sure she actually did anything wrong. But what she wants is for all of this to be over, for Nick to know why they all love him and for herself to make a decision about college.

She wants the world to slow down.

Mox holds her hand the whole car ride back to the house. “Love you,” he says, offering the kindest smile to her.

“I love you, too.” She jumps out of the truck then runs around to kiss him from the driver’s side, like always. “See you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

She feels antsy as she walks into the house, like something’s stuck under her skin. Normally she’d grab Mox and they’d have sex in her room, but her mom’s car is in the driveway and it’s a risk she’s not willing to take.

Then an idea pops into her head. It’s not a new idea. But it’s one that had been there for a while now, and she’s just miserable enough to try it.

She kisses her mom on the cheek as she gets her homework done, helps make dinner, and does everything she can to seem responsible. She and Nick don’t talk, exactly, or even really interact, but he doesn’t steal the Boston cream pie donut, and that means something.

After dinner is when she decides to go for it. Matt exhales, trying to look as put together as she can. She barely slept last night, zoned out through all her classes, and suffered through two hours of cardio training at cheer. This should be a piece of cake. She walks into the living room.

“So,” Matt says, sliding onto the couch next to her mom.

“Oh, gosh,” she says with a sigh, moving her arm so Matt can lean against her. “I know that tone. What are you about to ask for?”

Matt forces her tone casual. “Well,” she says, “I’m going to my first prom as a girl. With a date. In a pretty dress.” She shifts and does her best pretty-please look up at her mom. “Maybe I could finally dye my hair to match the dress.”

Her mom sighs and strokes Matt’s hair. “Matts, sweetie, you don’t have to be the stereotype and dye your hair every time you have a bad day.”

“Huh?”

“You and Nick are fighting,” Mom says, “and you’re dyeing your hair about it. Seems a little predictable, huh?”

Matt considers it. “A little. Maybe? I still want to.”

“Let’s sleep on it.” She kisses Matt’s forehead. “You’re tired and it’s been a long day.”

Matt nods and yawns. “Okay.”

Nick’s sitting at the dining room table. She wants to talk to him. She wants to apologize, or to make it better. Anything to make him hate her a little less right now. But he just nods, so she walks up to her room.

It feels lonelier than ever before.

#Is it obvious I'm trying to get as much of this fic done before I go back to school as possible?#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #moxmatt high school au #This fic is so long this point #It's gonna hit at least 75k #My brain is spinning

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judesmoonbeauty · 6 months ago

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Fairytale Keeper's Final Assessment SE:

Ellis Twilight’s POV Chapter 2 ཐིཋྀ

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do not post my translations elsewhere. Dividers: @/natimiles

Ellis: Kate, can you close your eyes for a moment?

Kate: …..Like this?

Ellis: Yeah….okay, open your eyes.

When Kate opened her eyes, she saw the picnic that I spread out before her.

Kate: Wow….scones and cranberry jam. All of my favorite things.

Ellis: I’m glad I can see you smile.

Ellis: I got a little excited because I had to let you choose.

Kate’s eyebrows curl into a curve and then a smile appears on her lips.

Kate: Thank you, Ellis. I’m happy.

Kate: You always spoil me, Ellis.

Ellis: So, then do l have to spoil you even more in order for you to choose me?

Kate blinked and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

Kate: If I’m spoiled any more, I won’t be able to make a rational decision…..

Ellis: Then I’m in a lot of trouble. Because that’s what this day is all about.

He breaks open a scone with his hand and offers it to Kate with plenty of jam on it.

Ellis: Here, ahhh.

Kate: Mmm…

Ellis: Is it good?

Kate: It’s very, very good! And this jam has just the right amount of sweetness.

Ellis: You like it that much, do you?

Kate realizes it’s for her she smiles happily.

(Cute…….)

Ellis: I’m so tempted to eat you, jam-sweetened Kate.

The kisses were so sweet even to me.

Kate: Mmmm….Ellis you’re bit of a trouble maker after all.

Kate: Remember?

Kate: That day we were having a picnic just like now, and you told me to let you know if I had a special crush on someone.

Ellis: Yea, I remember. It was a beautiful day like today, wasn’t it?

Flashback (Ellis’ main route)-

Ellis: Kate, are you happier spending time with someone or being alone?

Kate: What….?

Kate: Yeah, I like chatting with others….

Ellis: Who are you happiest talking to?

Kate: The best….?

Ellis: Yea. Is there someone special you like?

Kate: You know…..I don’t think there’s anyone who is the best……?

Ellis: I see……Let me know when you have the best in mind.

Kate: …..Why?

Ellis: Because I want to help you be happy.

-Flashback Ends

Kate: At the time, I was a little troubled, and then I felt lonely.

Ellis: Why?

Kate: What?

Ellis: Did you like me from that moment on, Kate?

Kate: ……Ah……it’s a secret……

Ellis: Hehe, that’s a shame.

At that time, I was already a little bit in love with Kate.

But I kept a tight lid on my desires, so I was able to suppress them.

If I had been able to keep a lid on them, then I might’ve been able to let Kate go.

(But, Kate blew the lid off.)

Ellis: ……So. Who do you fee; the happiest talking to right now?

Ellis: Is there someone special you like?

Kate: You already know. The one I especially love is right in front of me.

This time Kate kisses me and we look at each other and smile.

Kate: Ah, that’s right! I also brought a jar of hot milk, sugar and butter.

Kate: You like this right, Ellis? I thought we could have a drink together.

(You say that I’m a troubled one, but you’re a troubled one from my point of view.)

(The genius who makes me happy and the troubled one I love.)

Then I took Kate to see her favorite play, afterwards we strolled around the market and I savored my time with Kate.

I laughed when I was told, “This is not Crown’s daily life, rather it’s my daily laugh with you Ellis.”

Maybe that just shows how special our everyday life is.

Everyday with her is always special and lovely.

Meanwhile, the sun was setting and the line between day and night was a blurring.

Kate: The sky is totally twilight-colored……

Even though it feels like pain and suffering will last forever.

It feels like fun can pass in an instant.

Ellis: We say goodbye here, Kate.

Kate: Huh?

Ellis: If you quit Crown, we’d have to live separately.

Ellis: I was thinking that I could go back to Crown castle, and you could go back to the upstairs bakery.

Kate: I see……I guess that’s what would happen.

Ellis: Your room is still available because Victor has been paying for it.

I hug Kate’s body tightly as she keeps her eyes down.

Ellis: I’ll be waiting for you at Crown castle. So, think about it……and come back tomorrow.

Kate: Ellis…..

Ellis: Bye, Kate.

I turn my back to Kate and walk away.

(I want to look back. I want to, but can’t.)

(The meaning of today…..soon disappear.)

I turn down the road many times, and when I am far away, I look back.

Naturally, Kate wasn’t there, and my heart was saddened.

(This was the norm before I met her.)

(I guess I’m……lost in a world with you, Kate.)

When I returned to the castle, I was bored and when Roger found me, he gave me a job.

(I should’ve done Jude’s job too, It would’ve distracted me.)

My face reflecting in the beaker I was washing was not a face in the “present”.

Before I met Kate, I tried to make everyone I met happy.

I pushed my own desires away and lived to serve for the other person’s happiness.

I won’t let my loved one’s happiness become fake again.

But when I met Kate, I was able to pry open the lid of my desires.

(What separates me from Kate now is my desire.)

(I want you to choose me.)

(I want to make you happy.)

(I don’t want you to go anywhere. Stay with me, Kate.)

Roger: Hey, Ellis. You’ll get hurt if you’re not paying attention.

Ellis: Oh, sorry….Roger.

Roger: Hm?

Ellis: I met Kate, fell in love, and became a little bit selfish.

Ellis: If I keep going like this, will people eventually get annoyed with me?

Roger: Ask Kate about important things like that. But I’ll tell you one thing for the trouble you’re taking to help me with my job.

Roger: You’re not a little bit selfish, you’re extremely selfish. You’re also very pushy.

Roger: That’s what Kate knows, and accepts that.

Ellis: …..I see. I was being selfish.

Roger: It’s a little late for that. But well….

Roger: I like you because you’re a crazy, random, happiness-obsessed junkie, but I like you even more now because you’re more human.

Roger: It’s greed that keeps people alive. It’s alright to be consumed with greed.

Ellis: Yea. Thanks, Roger.

Ellis: I like you too, Roger.

Roger: Haha, Jude’ll get angry when he hears about that.

Ellis: When Jude fires me, I’ll become your assistant Roger.

I chuckled and Roger took the beaker from my hand.

As if to say, “Go ahead.”

I ran out of Crown castle to pick Kate up.

My stride increased as I ran all the way there.

(I told her to take a little time away from me, but I couldn’t resist.)

(I feel stupid, even though I’m the one who suggested it.)

I used to be so good at being patient.

It was all so easy to kill my desires.

(I’ve been a mess since I fell in love with you Kate.)

But you accepted me like this with a warm smile, this desire that overflows and doesn’t stop.

(Kate, choose me.)

[Bitter End] [Premium End] [Master List]

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empressofthesunwriter · 1 year ago

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The Stick of Truth

Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1!

N.K. is angry at her parents. Not only did they move again, no, but they moved into a snowy hicktown named South Park! She was sure she would hate it there, yet surprisingly she gets to participate in the epic RPG the kids play and falls for the human princess and the elf king. Who is friend, who is foe and which side should she choose?

Main Pairing: New Kid/Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski

Epilogue

I step out of my house and breath in the fresh and cold morning air.

I’m still not Elsa, but maybe I can live with this cold.

We will see.

“Morning N.K.!”, greets me Tammy happy.

I hug my best friend tight and arm in arm we walk to school.

“So ready for your first school day?”, she asks me.

“After the craziness of last week I’m going to so enjoy normal stinky school.”, I admit.

Tammy nods.

“Not that I blame yeah…so our Stick of Truth RPG is really stopped for now?”

“Well, without Stick and me being the Empress of both fractions it doesn’t make sense to still have war and play this RPG.”, I explain. “Besides it totally got out of control. Till we get a new idea, it’s the best it’s on ice.”

“If you say so. Also back to normal life. I hope I can join the next RPG earlier, even if it was crazy and fucked up, I had a lot of fun with you.”, confesses Tammy to me.

Smiling I give her a cheek kiss, which makes her giggle.

“As long as the boys make me play with them, I will always find a way to have you with me.”

We pass the bus stop where Cartman, Kyle, Stan, and Kenny are waiting for the bus. Waving at them in greetings and all besides Cartman, who rolls his eyes, wave back.

But me and Tammy continue going on foot.

“So…something new on the Kyle/Kenny front?”, wants Tammy to know.

I’m saved from answering since Leo joins us.

“Big sis, Tammy, good morning! Can I walk with you?”

“Of course Leo!”

I take his hand and he smiles like sunshine at me.

“We will talk about this later, you can’t keep me hanging!”, whispered Tammy in my ear, before she turns to Leo asking him about his weekend.

The truth is I don’t know how it will go with my two crushes in the future. Till I don’t know who I like more, I will do nothing.

Once again I ask you to consider polyamory.

Brain, go fuck yourself!

I’m part of you, also I don’t have hands, how should I do this?

You know what, I will just ignore this before I turn crazy. It’s surely not healthy to talk with yourself that way and concreted on Tammy and Leo.

Smiling I listen to their talking.

I could get used to this.

After I used my Magical Girl Wand Attack Eye-Patch-Grandpa and his minions didn’t appear again.

Maybe…just maybe I can finally live like a normal pre-teen life.

No more moving around.

Having a social life.

Living my teenage years with people I know and like.

Maybe South Park will be my home for a long time.

That would be amazing.

We have reached the school and I dare Leo and Tammy to a race at the front door.

Let’s start this new chapter in my life!

I'm going down to South Park

Gonna have myself a time

Friendly faces everywhere

Humble folks without temptation

I'm going down to South Park

Gonna leave my woes behind

Ample parking day or night

People spouting "Howdy neighbor!"

Heading on up to South Park

Gonna see if I can't unwind

I love girls with big fat titties

I love girls with deep vaginas

So come on down to South Park

And meet some friends of mine

We have reached the end.

Book Two will be called Friendly Faces Everywhere and will be about all South Park episodes till Franchise Prequel.

Then we will have the third book about The Fractured But-Whole!

Thanks for all your comments and support and I hope you read the other books too!

Till next time, my loves.

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mt-musings · 2 years ago

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Bluebell

Chapter 42

After being abruptly transferred to the BAU at what she suspects was Gideon's request, Cassie Boann struggles to find her footing. Shy and solitary by nature, the transition is made all the more difficult when Dr. Spencer Reid seems to take an almost immediate dislike to her. Unfortunately for them both, their respective areas of expertise leave them paired off more often than not. But when Cassie's past literally starts hunting her, Spencer is forced to consider that he might, in fact, not hate her at all.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Spencer Reid x OC

Warnings: Canon typical violence, kidnapping, stalking, drug use, blood, injury, death, PTSD, eventual smut, more tags to be added

Series Masterlist

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42. The Hours

“I hate your stupid turtleneck,” Spencer said, leaning against the break room counter as she refilled her coffee mug. She fought a smile as she put back the pot and leaned next to him.

“Really? I thought it looked nice,” she said easily, taking a sip of her coffee.

It did, especially with the cute little dress and tights she’d also bought with Penelope layered over it. She’d showed him the rest of what she’d gotten on their way to work when they’d stopped at her apartment to pick up her badge and work things, all of which was adorable and actually nearly in her size. He’d insisted he drive them in so they could stop for breakfast on the way and not get double Metro fees, but it was really just to allow him a little more time with her before they went back to pretending to be just colleagues at the office.

Morgan had noticed the hickey peeking out of Spencer’s collar right away, despite the concealer he’d borrowed from Cassie to try and hide it. Cassie’s were worse, but hidden under her sweater, something that would have seemed very suspicious for May if she didn’t wear some variation of it to work every day.

“Oooh, looks like Loverboy got lucky last night!” He’ d nearly sung, grinning from ear to ear. Spencer had turned bright red, stuttering out protests.

“I bruised my neck.”

“I think you definitely had help on that one.”

And of course that was when Cassie and Garcia had returned from her office talking about database security and hacking. Derek had called over to her, expecting, no doubt to embarrass the pair and out them as a couple, asking what she did last night.

“Penelope and I went out,” she said with an innocent smile. It was strange, now that he knew here so well, to see how good she was at disguising her emotions, at presenting exactly what she needed to in order to diffuse a situation. It was almost as if she stepped into the shoes of another person, as if it wasn’t quite as much of a front as it was a completely different persona detached from the rest of herself.

“Yeah, we celebrated wrapping the last case with dinner at that Mexican place I’ve been trying to get you to try, and then we shut down the mall. Doesn’t she look so cute?” Garcia gushed. Cassie blushed when she tried to get her to do a little spin, refusing.

“It was really fun,” she replied. “I didn’t even realize the mall was open that late after work.”

“See! I told you! Girl time is sacred. I think we should plan a karaoke night at that place you mentioned with JJ and Em.”

“I’m going to have to ask Ayesh what it’s actually called, because I only remember the weird alley it’s in, but not how to get there.”

“How do you not know how to get there if you’ve already been?” Morgan asked, laughing.

“I was already drunk when I got there. I know it’s by the Red Line.”

Cassie and Garcia went back to their conversation about databases as Cassie crossed to the other side of the bullpen to pick up a stack of papers from the printer. Morgan turned towards him, brow raised.

“So then who were you out with last night?” He asked, sounding half-impressed and half-concerned. It wasn’t as if Morgan hadn’t been the first to clock his crush on Cassie, before even Spencer himself had realized.

“No one. I stopped fast driving back from the case out in Alexandria and the seatbelt bruised my neck.”

Morgan hadn’t looked convinced, but he’d dropped it, though he’d kept a close eye on the pair the rest of the morning.

“Now he thinks I hooked up with some random person,” he complained, trying to glare at her. She didn’t bother hiding her smile.

“Well, he can’t tease you about having no game then,” she replied.

He snorted at the mischievous glimmer in her eyes, at the same unguarded smile she’d worn for most of their morning together. She reached out and threaded her fingered through his, giving him a gentle squeeze. She glanced at the door to the hall, brows furrowing minutely before slipping her hand from his and wrapping both around her mug.

“So basically, we can see disorders within the endocrine system pretty easily if it’s tied to an adrenal issue, since overproduction, like in Cushings and pheochromocytoma, can lead to the bone metabolizing itself, which then results in osteoporosis that you can see in a basic visual analysis. There’s not a lot of studies out on it yet, since most focus on the cardiovascular effects on the living, but from an identification standpoint, it lets me look into possible reasons for the osteoporosis other than age, which might have traceable factors. It seems a bit out there, but think it’s worth more research. What do you think?” She rambled, Morgan and Prentiss wandering into the break room partway through her speech.

“I mean, it depends on what you can get for sampling, right? Because you’d have to confirm the adrenal issue before decomposition in order to quantify the level of osteoporosis present,” replied, fighting his smile. There was no quicker way to disinterest most of the team than with scientific shop-talk.

“I suppose you could also include decomp as a factor to see if the the adrenal over-production lead to any structural factors that differed from age-dependent breakdown. Do you think there’d be a significant enough change in the chemical composition to trace?”

“Theoretically yes, though I think it might come down to the available equipment, and considering bone is non-conductive—“

“You two have the worst water-cooler talk I know,” Prentiss said, shaking her head at the pair of them as she grabbed her coffee.

“It could be worse, we could be talking about syphilitic structural damage in bone, that’s really nasty because it’s not just weakening of the calcium but actual necrosis. And that’s not even considering the amount of soft tissue damage that needs to be present in order to effect the bone.”

“Doesn’t the Mütter have one of the largest syphilitic collections?” Spencer asked, not bothering to hide his smile as Morgan made a face.

“If you count both the skeletal and artifact collections, definitely.”

“Aaand that’s enough for me,” Derek said, pouring his coffee and leaving without a further goodbye. Prentiss gave a little wave, following hot on his heels. Spencer fought a smile before bursting into laughter.

“You talk about the grossest things.”

“I have four degrees in dead people, I don’t know what you want from me,” she said, biting back a laugh.

“Did you get anything for graduation when you were out with Penelope? You’ve got nine days until you walk.”

“I didn’t get anything specific. I’ll probably just wear this, honestly.”

“You should pick out something special! You only get your doctorate once.”

“Unless you’re Spencer Reid, professional overachiever.”

“Okay, you only get your first doctorate once,” he said, teasingly.

“You’re a dork.”

“What does that make you, then?”

“Two thirds less of a dork.”

He rolled his eyes, watching as she stuck her tongue out at him before practically flouncing out the door. He waited another three and a half minutes before following her back to the bullpen, trying not to glance up at Cassie over his files more than what was normal.

“Hey,” Hotch said as he stepped out of his office, “Conference room, now.”

---

Spencer hadn’t expected to be back on the jet less than a day after their last case. He’d hoped for another quiet night in, but a serial killer in Clearwater had other plans. He sat on the couch, pouring over the case file, Cassie crosslegged next to him. They both looked up as Hotch stopped in front of her, leveling her with his perpetually intense stare.

“I know that medical cleared you, but you are taking it easy this case. No running down suspects, I don’t want you interacting with potential unsubs at all, do you understand?”

“But—“

“Those are orders, Boann, or you can continue working with Garcia back at Quantico. We’re not risking further injury, alright? We need your brain.”

She nodded, turning back to her case file. Spencer tried to figure out what, exactly, had struck him as odd in the interaction. It wasn’t unusual for Hotch to insist they stayed safe, nor was it strange for him to limit what they were allowed to do in the field after an injury, even after being cleared by medical. He shook his head, focusing back on the crime scene reports. He was probably just being paranoid.

He and Cassie were both tasked with going back to the station first to go over the evidence before meeting with the ME who’d autopsied the last two victims. Morgan hesitated handing over the keys to them, eyeing the pair.

“I don’t know which of you is more trustworthy behind the wheel,” he quipped, obviously ignoring Spencer’s outstretched hand to toss them to Cassie.

“That was solidly the wrong choice,” she said dryly, though she didn’t give them to Spencer either.

“Good luck,” Morgan said to him as Cassie dumped her kit in the back of the SUV and climbed inside, not bothering to hide his amusement. “Make sure you wear your seatbelt.”

Despite the teasing, Cassie wasn’t a terrible driver, perhaps a little lead-footed and sharp on the occasional brake, but not nearly as bad as he’d expected. They holed up in the station’s conference room, going over evidence and putting together a rough profile for the team to update when they returned from their canvassing. Every so often he looked up to find Cassie’s eyes on him and watched her flush and hurriedly drop her gaze back to the files.

He couldn’t help but smile.

---

Cassie was finding it hard to pay attention to the case.

First, there was the fact that Penelope had once more unknowingly provided her with another lead, one that would surely lead to a breakthrough—she’d outlined the sort of security that surrounded WITSEC files and the sort of skills a person might need in order to hack into their system and what sort of databases, historically, they were running out of. It gave her a narrower pool to search through, and perhaps—with Robert’s help—a new jumping off point.

After all, the FBI didn’t have records of Federal Marshals.

She’d guessed he’d have to have had some connection to the Marshals or the FBI, seeing how he always seemed able to track her down, regardless of location or manufactured identity, but considering the lack of cyber security present in the late 80s, early 90s, it didn’t seem out of the question that he’d merely found a way to hack the systems and pull her file. It still would have been difficult, but not impossible.

And according to the school records she’d had Detective Melnyk pull on Hadeon Lyvychko, he’d been bright. Unusually so.

Of course, if he was talented enough to hack into WITSEC, chances were he’d have had no problem hacking himself a new identity back in the Soviet Union to get a passport and immigrate to the US, if his immigration was above board at all.

So while it was exciting to have a new angle to try and track him down, it still left his in much the same place, which was equally infuriating.

And second, there was Spencer.

She’d been finding it harder and harder to avoid lingering on his features, absently recalling the previous night’s events, how his face looked with pupils blown and lips slightly swollen, hair a mess from her pulling at it. Harder to not remember how his voice had deepened, the shivers he sent through her with his words alone.

Which would be fine enough if she wasn’t actively trying to solve a series of machete murders.

Of course, that would have been a whole lot easier if the local department hadn’t literally hosed down the blood evidence from the latest victim’s driveway without waiting for CSI to collect samples.

Sometimes she really hated her job.

Especially when the trip to the ME hadn’t offered any further insight into the crimes, other than to underscore the ferocity of the attacks.

She threw her pen down, dropping her head in her hands. It would still most likely be hours before she received the X-rays back from the ME, before she could start reverse-constructing the weapon from the tool marks. She hoped the canvas was going more productively. Spencer looked up from his map across from her, where he’d been plotting out different factors in various colored markers.

“You okay?” Spencer asked, brows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah. I’m just coming up blank.”

“Me too,” he said, making a face. “It almost seems random.”

“Random as in convenience killings or random as in inside knowledge of forensic countermeasures?” She asked idly, flipping open another file. Spencer froze. She glanced back up at him when he didn’t answer, cataloguing the furrow of his brows, the intensity of his gaze in the middle distance.

So, the latter then.

She got up and crossed to the conference room door that they’d left propped open, glancing out over the officers in the bullpen discreetly before tugging it shut. She crossed back to her seat, pulling out a fresh sheet of paper from her notebook.

“Did we pull any of the victims’ financials yet?” Spencer asked. She shook her head and he just nodded, already dialing Penelope. Cassie turned back to the autopsy reports, zeroing in on the time of death intervals, seeing if there was any pattern that would correlate to shift changeovers.

---

Hotch ordered a whiskey on the rocks at the hotel bar, sliding a few bills over to the bar tender to cover it and the tip. He didn’t usually drink while they were out on cases, much less this late, but he needed something to take the edge off.

It wasn’t the case—or at least not the case in particular. It wasn’t the worst they’d dealt with by far, fairly open and shut, all things considered.

He narrowed his eyes as he spotted a familiar figure, half-hidden at a cramped table.

“What are you doing down here?” Hotch asked, ducking behind the potted palm tree to take the seat next to Gideon. He smiled, nodding at the piano.

“Waiting for the show.”

Cassie perched on the bench, one knee pulled up to her chest as she typed out something on her phone. She set it aside with another glance. He watched as she rolled back her shoulders and dropped her foot to the floor, posture so different from the shrinking violet he was used to seeing. She took a deep breath and held it for a few moments before she started to play.

He froze as she started to play. He’d expected a mediocre rendition of Fur Elise or Moonlight Sonata, something that lingered after two or three years of childhood lessons forced on Wednesday afternoons. Impressive enough to remember, but nothing out of the ordinary, really. But there was nothing mediocre about the way she played—her fingers were deft, as they danced across the keys. She pulled something mournful and resolute from the instrument, something brimming with unspoken longing. He didn’t recognize the piece, didn’t see any sheet music on the music stand. Indeed, her eyes slipped closed as she played, her face softening.

He turned to look at Gideon, brow raised. He smiled back, an almost nostalgic look on his face

It had never been a secret that Gideon had known Cassie before she’d joined the BAU—he’d recommended her to fill Elle’s vacant position personally, after all.

He’d never pried too much into what, exactly, their connection was. Gideon had said he’d known her parents, known her, growing up, and that had been good enough, coupled with her academics, her solve rate in CASMIRC, her near-perfect scores in nearly everything. He’d assumed they’d be bringing on a second Reid—a young, internationally trained forensic anthropologist and anatomist with a genius-level IQ scarcely a dozen points below his, that specialized in cases of child abduction and serial murder. It also hadn’t hurt that she’d scored in the top three percent in all her field assessments.

He’d expected someone confident, outspoken, divisive—someone very similar to Gideon. He’d been surprised, then, to find her painfully reserved upon her arrival. Private to a fault. Tireless in her investigations, but solitary until she’d achieved the desired results. He’d thought maybe it would simply take time for her to warm up to the team, to open up, but as weeks passed, and then months, he doubted it would ever happen. Her work was impeccable and she proved the asset to the team Gideon had promised, but she held herself apart from the rest of them—even Gideon, whom she very clearly looked up to with an almost childlike devotion.

Now he knew why.

It was a defense mechanism, honed and sharpened with deadly precision, everything about the way in which she carried herself meant to push others away, meant to dispel any interest, any curiosity. To keep her isolated and alone and in total control.

He felt a pang of sadness at the thought, especially as he listened to her play. She was extraordinary, truly something special—and yet he knew the only reason she’d come dome to play in the lobby was because she thought it was too late for anyone else on the team to be up, too late to be caught doing something she excelled at and so clearly loved.

That must have been why Gideon had hidden himself in the corner table, behind the palm. He wondered if it was something that he did often when they stayed at hotels with lobby pianos.

“She plays with the same intonation as her father. Even after all these years. Even out of practice,” Gideon said quietly, without looking at him.

“This is out of practice?”

Gideon nodded.

“Rasmus had been preparing her for an audition at Juilliard in the spring. He thought she could have started in the fall. They’d started looking for apartments. Liliya had been ecstatic—she hated Montana. She’d always lived in cities. They hadn’t wanted to tell Bebe beforehand, though. Didn’t want to put any sort of pressure on her. I never told her either. Sometimes I think I should have. Maybe then she wouldn’t have given it all up so easily for this,” he said, nodding at their half-drunk glasses of whiskey. He knew he meant the job, meant the forensic degrees, meant the death and horror.

Hotch understood the sentiment, understood the sentiment as a father who wanted his son’s life to be nothing but joy and triumph, to shield him from the evils of the world they faced every day. He also doubted the sentiment would have amounted to anything if he had told her, not with the visceral, yearly reminder of the worst the world had to offer.

“She’s good at what she does.”

“It’s consumed her. Everything that she was.”

Hotch gave him a hard look. It was a rather scathing pronouncement, especially for someone she clearly considered dear.

He wondered, then, if Gideon saw a twenty-six year old woman when he looked at Cassie, a woman who’d relentlessly pursued justice for her family and the other victims of the man who had held and tortured her, or if he still saw the broken little girl with the eyes far too old for her face, too old for the body she was left to inhabit. If there was a reason for the furrow in her brow when he’d insisted she take off time for her graduation, if, perhaps, the reason she hadn’t confided anything about her fellowship or the doctorate to Gideon in three years had been to avoid his disapproval.

It had been hard not to profile Cassie since finding out about her past, harder still not to let it effect how he treated her. Perhaps it was his being a new father, or simply the brief glimpse at the scaffolding holding up her unwavering facade, but he couldn’t help but feel for her. Couldn’t help but think of that laughing little girl in the back of the file, safe and loved between her mother and father.

He furrowed his brow as he saw Reid appear from the direction of the elevators, clad in pajamas, horned-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He was rarely one to be up and about late after a case, had always been the first to decline a celebratory round of drinks before Cassie had joined the team. And yet he stood rooted to the spot in the center of the lobby floor, clutching something in his left hand.

His cell phone, Hotch realized a second later. Which meant that it was Reid Cassie had been texted before she began.

It had been clear for months that Reid liked Cassie much more than their pronouncement of merely being friends. It was clear in the way he gravitated towards her, clear in the way his eyes always flicked first to find her when entering a room, clear in the way he stared at her empty seat when she wasn’t there. He’d been sure after she’d taken her ‘vacation’ to Ukraine and Reid had seemed grey and deflated, checking his phone every twenty minutes for a text when he usually barely bothered to use it. He’d been positive after Cassie had been concussed by the unsub in Ohio, when he’d stemmed her bleeding with his own jacket and had insisted he be the one to accompany her to the hospital, rather than Gideon. When he’d jumped in to take care of her upon their return before anyone could say anything.

Cassie had been harder to read. There was no doubt the pair were friends, but her face, her body language at work rarely betrayed anything she didn’t want to portray.

He watched as Reid shook himself of the spell of the music and crossed to her side, careful not to startle her. She turned and caught sight of him, her whole face lighting up as she grinned. They were too far away to hear the conversation, but whatever words were exchanged left her with flushed cheeks and a soft smile that reached her eyes. She scooted over to make room for him on the bench before turning back to the keys.

Gone was the mournful melancholy of the previous pieces, replaced with something earnest in its yearning, something wistful. Something that wove quiet adoration between its notes. She didn’t close her eyes as she played this time, instead turning to grin at Reid sat by her side. It wasn’t as clean as her playing before, lacking the same striking depth and technical precision, as if the new tone was unfamiliar, the joyous edge foreign under her fingers. But she played all the same, laughing as she muddled some of the trickier notes. She was no longer playing for anyone but Reid, her sole focus on him and the music.

He didn’t have to wonder, then, if she felt the same about him.

He tried to catch Gideon’s eye, but he was too focused on watching the pair. There was something strange in his expression, something he couldn’t quite put a name to. It struck him as odd. Reid was his protege, after all, and Cassie filled an almost filial role. He would have expected him to be pleased to find them enamored with one another, to know that they were at least well-matched in their interest. Sure, it would be paperwork and require a conversation about professionalism, but their work had yet to suffer—in fact they’d proved much more efficient since Reid had buried his jealousy.

Perhaps it was sadness that tinged his expression, but it wasn’t quite all of it.

He decided against prying, instead watching the pair as he finished his drink. His days were so often drowned in misery and depravity—there was something soothing about watching such innocent adoration. To remember, for a moment, what it felt like to be young and in the stumbling first steps of love.

He watched as she tried to teach Spencer how to plunk out a tune on the keys, as she tried to correct his posture, only for him to slump cartoonishly over just to make her laugh.

“It would be nice if the team all went to see Cassie graduate this weekend.”

“She’s never really cared about those things.”

“We should go, Jason. She doesn’t have family to celebrate with, and she worked hard. I talked to her advisor at the Smithsonian, when it all first came out.”

“Reid will go,” he deflected, nodding towards the piano where, even without being able to hear, it was clear Reid was rambling, Cassie hanging on his words.

Hotch just nodded, trying not to wonder how complicated their relationship was. What had happened in the years after Bluebell had disappeared, before Cassie had joined the FBI.

She’d needed an exception made, seeing as she was barely twenty-one, but it hadn’t been Gideon to push for it. Not like he’d pushed for Reid.

He bade Gideon goodnight before dropping his glass off at the bar, careful not to attract the attention of either of his young agents on the way back to the elevator.

He’d call Haley in the morning, see if they had anything else planned for Saturday. Cassie had yet to meet Jack, but he knew they’d get along famously—Cassie had always been good with the kids on their cases, always gravitated towards them. He was sure if he mentioned graduation to Garcia, she’d wrangle everyone else—it’d seem a lot more natural, too, coming from her.

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I Return!!! Thank you for all the questions!

Let's go again with the super long answers, because i am the worst at being concise

Do you think the story is making a comment on the inevitability of "succumbing" to the evil within you, or about fighting it?

I don't quite think it's making either of those statements. I think it's more about the "duality of man" (if there's one sentence you're gonna hear a lot in Jekyll and Hyde discussion it's that one hehe). Depending on what lense you read it through you'll get different "morals".

Classism: Beware the kind rich man, he has the means to hide his cruelty

Addiction: Cocaine will rip you and your loved ones apart

When it comes to good and evil specifically, I read the point to be that everyone holds both the capacity for good and for evil, and that's part of what makes us human. Dr. Jekyll is an awful person at times, but he has within him the drive to be good also. Once he drinks the potion that turns him into Hyde there's a shift, and it seems his impulse control is gone in the most extreme sense. It seems that he, in the form of Hyde, has no more good left inside him. To rid yourself of one of these elements, is to give up your humanity. Once Jekyll has spent a certain amount of time as Hyde, he cannot turn back without his potion. And he keeps involuntarily turning into Hyde. He was already wholy capable of being an ass before, but after indulging enough in it, he broke off his ability to not be an awful person. Perhaps the book is giving a warning, his gruesome demise saying "be careful what you cultivate within yourself, what you sow you will harvest".

A lot of adaptations play up Dr. Jekylls "goodness" in the start of the story, they make him almost a saint. In the 1931 movie he fixes a girls legs so she can walk again, and performs free surgury on an old lady who can't afford it otherwise. He runs a hospital for the poor, for free. This has been lifted into many other adaptations, i would't be surprised if it's one of the changes the original stage play made. He's often made out to be capable of no evil until Hyde comes along. This hightens the contrast in the story, i really like how he in the 1932 radioplay has to heal a girl that he himself wounded as Hyde. He's very directly shown the consequences of his actions. Tho, I'm not sure i like it as much as i do the books way of going about things: These adaptations end up placing the battle between good and evil, where the best outcome is to live entirely a "good", "pure" life. But humanity is not made to fit into victorian ideals of good and evil, we're weird and queer, and sometimes we're assholes. The book acknowledges this much better. At the same time, when looking at the book through the lense of wealth inequality, Jekyll being directly confronted with the consequences of his actions through meeting that little girl does the message a disservice i think. Rich people are able to be entirely ignorant of their consequences because of their wealth. Hyde in the book tramples a kid, and then pays her parents a handsome fee for it. He can fix all of his problems with money.

It got a little rambly, but it's me talking about Jekyll and Hyde, it will always be rambly and longwinded hehe :)

Hope that gave some insight on that question, if not feel free to ask follow up questions UwU

I would also like to hear your opinions on Jekylls level of acknowledgement that Hyde is a part of him, and how this affects the story.

Jekylls relationship to Hyde changes drastically throughout the timeline, and all of this is described in the last chapter "Henry Jekylls full statement of the Case".

I think the wording of Hyde being a part of Jekyll throws me off a little bit. There's this interpretation that some people have, that Hyde is some sort of seperate personality from Jekyll that lives within him and waits to get out, and your wording reminds me a bit of that. I don't agree with that interpretation, i think it reads the text wrong. The first case of DID being documented happened a few years after Jekyll and Hydes release, and people wrote letters to Robert Louis Stevenson, asking him if Jekyll and Hyde were one such case, and he stated that they weren't.

Jekyll at first sees Hyde as a sort of, combination fullbody mask and way of getting intoxicated. A way of freeing his senses, making him feel young, and powerful, but also with no possible way of anyone ever tracing his bad actions back to himself. During Jekylls full statement, we get to see this perception change a whole lot. Throughout it, he starts putting the blame of his actions on Hyde. He starts personifying Hyde as the person comitting all these evils, despite him earlier admitting to doing all of them himself. His guilt makes him shift the blame, and since he can't blame a person that doesn't exist, a person who's actually just himself with a different name, he starts to act as tho Hyde is real, lying, at the very least to the reader and Mr. Utterson, but most likely also to himself. He is a heavily unreliable narrator, caught up in making himself look as though he's a better person than he is.

Is there ever a part of the story where it seems Jekyll might get control over himself and restrain Hyde?

Yes! There is a period of time where he decides to essentially go cold turkey. He goes for months without turning into Hyde, hosting dinner parties and acting as he did before he drank the first potion. This is one of the places where the addiction reading of the story really can shine, as Jekyll at once feels freed from all the horror he commits as Hyde, but also longs to return to the potion. His friends fully believes he's recovered from whatever ailment kept him away from his social circle, but he relapses, going out in the night to do the horrors he usually would as Hyde, but now as Jekyll. After that, he is Hyde by default, only able to turn into Jekyll after drinking the potion.

I would love to hear about the 1932 radioplay. Is that like, a read-through? A podcast like thing?

Radioplays are basically the same format as audiodramas. It's essentially actors acting out character dialogue, with sound effects to establish the environment, tone, and any actions that happen that aren't expressed in voice.

The 1932 radioplay takes a lot of liberties from the original books, but it's one of my favourite adaptations anyways (so far, i actually haven't finished it because the mobile interface of the internet archives makes me uncomfy), since it manages the themes pretty well! I also think it's one of the better implementations of female characters in the story (the original book has no female characters of importance, and often adaptations only female characters are love interests or prostitutes that get murdered). It's not perfect at all when it comes to handling the female characters, but it's way better than say, the musical, where Lisa or Emma or whatever her name is depending on the year, is 100% dedicated to Jekyll, asking no questions about his weird behaviour, and definding him so much it's ridiculous. In the radioplay, Hettie experiences Jekylls cruelty once, and doesn't trust him afterwards. She breaks out of jail by herself! She has a personality that extents beyong playcating the men around her. She's a prostitute, she's treated poorly by the narrative, but god, she's a way more compelling character than Lisa ever was. Then there's Jekylls to be wife, (i forget her name, but in this version she's Uttersons daughter, which i don't particularly like). Ms. Utterson is in love with Dr. Jekyll, but once more, she has more personality than simply being his lover and servant. She has standards, when Jekyll speaks poorly of an old woman she goes off on him, when he starts spending less time with her, she demands a proper explanation. The radioplay was also written by a communist woman!!

The way it handles Jekyll is also so nice. Yes he has that free hospital for the poor, like he does in so many other adaptations, but he has also been a horrible human being from his birth. In his childhood he broke his sisters arm on purpose. He makes no attempt to stop one of his college classmates from comitting suicide. He routinely makes everyones life a living hell, and once he acquires Hyde, he uses the form to be able to indulge further in his dark desires.

I would also like to hear about the doppelgänger as a motif in literature!

WOO! :D

I wrote my SSO on this, if you speak danish i can send it to you :)

Otherwise, i have thought about translating it into english before, so i might do that (but no promises, it's a solid 20 pages).

The doppelgänger is a often utilized motif in literature, and can be used for many, and mean many symbolic purposes. But it's often used when there's a great contrast within a character, and often when that contrast is in regards to the characters morals. Jekyll and Hyde are often seen as one of these doppelgängers, and they sort of are, but don't quite fall into the 3 main categories of doppelgängers, so they sort of stand on their own.

The three big categories (with an example for each) goes as follows:

1- The mirror image

Oftentimes a literal mirror image, but can also be a shadow, a painting, so on. A good example is The Story Of The Lost Reflection (1932) by E.T.A. Hoffmann, where a married mans secret lover, reaches into the mirror and steals his reflection. This causes his life to fall apart. Symbolically, the stealing of the reflection is his affair, his "private self" no longer able to be out in the open, he now has to hide it. He covers mirrors and avoids other reflective surfaces. People thinks he's mad and it causes great loses in his quality of life. One day he meets his secret lover again, and she promises that he can get his reflection back, if he simply gives her his wife and son. He refuses, and lives the rest of his life in the forrest instead.

the doppelgänger as a mirror image is often a symbol for lust, or greed, and when the person gets their lust or greed fulfilled, something horrible happens with the mirror image.

2- The physical doppelgänger

This is what people might think Jekyll and Hyde is, but that's not quite right. William Wilson (1839) by Edgar Allan Poe has a physical dobbeltgänger, tho it works a little backwards to how doppelgängers usually do. William Wilson is an awful man, (by victorian english standards, so he's not very "pure", he gambles and so on), and his doppelgänger is a perfect twin of himself, except he only whispers. His doppelgänger appears time and again, to attempt to hinder William in comitting all his attrocities. I am fairly certain that William in the end kills his doppelgänger (which is also a common occurence. Often either the original or the doppelgänger is killed), but that there's confusion whether or not he managed to kill him, or just ended up killing himself.

3- The latent doppelgänger

the latent doppelgänger is the most subtle, and can be hard to point out. It can often be found when analysing the text through some of Freuds psychoanalysies. Essentially, two seperate characters, might stand within the story as opposites, or somehow connected. This connection often maps on the Freuds ideas about the Ego, the Superego and the Id. Say, in the picture of Dorian Grey you firstly have a very obvious Mirror Image dobbelgänger, but then you can also argue, that Basil Hallward is a latent dobbelgänger og Dorians. Basil expresses that he has put too much of himself into the painting that he makes for Dorian, a painting that ends up holding all the physical marks of Dorians evil, so that he can forever appear young and innocent. Basil is throughout the book presented as incredibly kind and compassionate, whereas Dorian starts out in a similar position, but become more corrupted and vile throughout the book. Basil essentially exists as a figure of what Dorian could have been.

Now there are more ways that doppelgängers can appear, and i think they even also names, but these are the big three. A repeating theme is that doppelgängers cause trouble in their originators life.

that's what i can write for today :)) thank you for the questions!!:D

(this has not been checked through for spelling/grammar mistakes, or anything else, wrote it in one sitting, i hope you enjoy)

Sometimes I feel sad that my special interest is learning as a broad because I used love school so much but obviously the school system and being autistic and shit kinda ruined my experience and now I really struggle to engage in my own special interest.

But then I remember I’m the perfect friend to other autistics. Like please. Tell me everything about your niche interest. I will ask questions. Lots. I will get as obsessed with you. I will remember for next time.

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