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catslvrr · 1 year ago

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for better or worse

pham hanni x fem!reader | one shot

Synopsis: You’re absolutely wasted at a party. You somehow end up spending the night lamenting to this stranger about how much you miss your ex. You find out the next morning that the stranger is said ex.

Contains: drinking, death-related jokes, cursing

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Like all bad decisions you’ve made in your life, it always starts with Danielle.

“Please,” Danielle begs, standing in the doorway to your room like a toddler who’s waiting to tell their mom that they just vomited. “Just for tonight.”

You glare at her as you pause your TikTok. “I’m not being your designated driver. Catch an Uber.”

Danielle skips toward your bed and flops on it, resting her chin on the palm of her hand and kicking her feet like a kid. She’s putting on this disgusting baby voice. “Please, I’m begging you… I don’t get paid until next week.”

You ignore her and press play on your TikTok. It’s an edit of Asami Sato, and damn, she is so fine. You’re blushing and giggling to yourself until Danielle rudely interrupts you by pulling your blanket to the floor, ridding you of its comfortable warmth.

“What the fuck!”

She pouts. “Please? I won’t ask again.”

“You said that last time,” you give her a blank stare. “And the last last time.”

“Last time was five months ago! And I always make it up to you.”

Danielle rolls over on her back, and her head is heavy on your legs. She begins to poke you.

“Please,” she whines, dragging the word out. You close your eyes as her voice rings in your ears like a mosquito, taking deep breaths to prevent yourself from murdering her.

Danielle is a lovely roommate. She pays her half of the rent on time, she keeps her space tidy, and she always brings you leftovers from the bakery that she works at. Only issue is, she’s a massive social butterfly. Meaning that wherever she goes, there’s always a party — either in your own apartment, or someone else’s.

She keeps trying to explain to you why she’s like this – saying that she’s an “E” for her “MBTD” or “TMDI” or whatever, but you couldn’t care less. All you know is that you want to peacefully rot in your bed.

But, damn, she can be awfully persuasive. Persuasive meaning incessantly pestering you until you give in.

You sigh in defeat. “Get out before I change my mind.”

Danielle sits up at the speed of light and grins.

“I love you so much,” she presses a sloppy kiss on your hand. You wipe your hand on your blanket in disgust. She then skips out of your room humming some song.

As you force yourself out of bed to get ready, you mentally prepare yourself for the night ahead.

Every time Danielle drags you to one of her parties, you hate her a little more. Which is impossible, because no one hates Danielle. But here you are, cursing her as you stand alone, leaning against the wall, arms folded, and cynical eyes scanning the crowd.

Danielle had practically abandoned you the second the two of you stepped foot in the house, preferring the company of her other friends. You don’t mind of course — this is always the standard drill.

There are the people who are not exactly drunk, just a little buzzed, who are mingling with each other, conversations full of giggles and exaggerated voices. Then, there are the people who are drunk, either dancing sloppily on the floor or passed out. You hear a group of people in the backyard cheering someone on to chug. Lastly, there’s the small group of people who are completely sober, stuck in the same boat as you are.

Okay, so maybe you do mind that Danielle abandoned you. Because you’re stuck here looking like a bitter loner, and in this very moment, you are one. You feel awkward, self-conscious, tired, and extremely bored.

You’re checking your phone for any new notifications (there are none) when you look up and make eye contact with a familiar face for a split second.

You immediately look back down and open Instagram, pretending that you have something to do. You hope she didn’t recognize you. If you can’t see her, she can’t see you, is what you tell yourself.

You hear footsteps approaching you, but you convince yourself it’s just a stranger walking past.

“Hey,” Minji says, a small smile on her face. Nevermind.

“Minji,” you greet her tentatively. “Hi.”

Nothing better than seeing your ex’s best friend for the first time since the breakup that happened three months ago. As expected, she’s taken on the role of the responsible one and is sober.

You mull over the past for a split second — you’ve never seen Minji tipsy, let alone drunk. She’s always been a good friend. It sucks that you guys don’t talk anymore, for obvious reasons.

Minji joins you in leaning against the wall. “How are you?”

“Good. You?”

You’re not curt because you have something against her — you just have no idea how to navigate these types of social dilemmas. There’s no exact rulebook for approaching a conversation with your best friend’s ex, especially an ex who you are still in love with.

“I’m good as well.”

Silence follows after. You fidget awkwardly, pulling out your phone just to stare at the same Instagram feed you were only looking at a few minutes ago. You keep refreshing the feed, but to no avail. You’re staring at the same reel of a cat playing a rhythm game.

“Look,” Minji says. “What happened between you and Hanni—”

Your finger twitches at the mention of her name. You straighten yourself up and rush out an apology. “I gotta go to the bathroom.”

Minji doesn’t stop you as you hurriedly weave your way through the mass of sweaty bodies. You don’t even know where the bathroom is. It takes you a good ten minutes to find it, and it’s surprisingly vacant.

You lock the door behind you. The air is humid inside, and you feel claustrophobic. The lights are dim. You steady yourself by gripping the sink. Hair is sticking to the back of your neck, and your clothes cling to your sweat.

You let out a deep exhale to collect your thoughts before washing your face. You stare at your reflection, and you’re not sure if you like what you see. You’re pale and your eyebags are prominent. You’ve lost the fat in your cheeks that Hanni always used to…

You splash water on your face again. If Minji’s here, then that means Hanni’s definitely here. Fuck, you knew you shouldn’t have come today. You close your eyes as the water drips down your face and back into the sink. It’s been a rough few months.

You grab some tissues to dry yourself and chuck them in the bin before steeling yourself to go back outside. You cautiously creak open the door and peek outside to check if Minji is still there. To your relief, the coast seems clear.

Your eyes scan around the house for a bit longer, searching for another corner to nestle into. And that’s when you see it. Or, more specifically, her.

Hanni’s leaning on the balcony railing, red solo cup in hand, and the moonlight is gently resting on her. There’s someone else with her – she looks familiar but you can’t remember her name. It was either Yunjin or Yeonjung. Or it could be Yeojin.

They’re laughing together, and Hanni’s eyes are crinkling just like you remember, and you remember the sound of her laughter, and how it was a melody that you were proud to bring out, and God, she just looks so pretty. Like she didn’t just go through a breakup.

Then Yunjin/Yeonjung/Yeojin places her hand on Hanni’s waist, and your body goes frigid. You feel hot — anger at first, shame next, and guilt last. And it’s a fiery concoction that burns all over you.

You have no right to be jealous. You force down the lump in your throat and look up at the ceiling until the tears are gone. Fuck. You will not survive the night sober. You take one last glance at Hanni and Yujin/Yeonjung/Yeojin and make up your mind.

You text Danielle: catch an uber, and send her $20 with Apple Cash. She’ll be fine. You hope. Then, you beeline straight to the kitchen, rummage through the cabinets, and help yourself to a small bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Then, you down it.

You grab another bottle of soju from a fridge (peach because it’s the best flavor) to slowly sip on as you settle on some couch. It feels slightly sticky, but beggars can’t be choosers. You know you’ll be too drunk to care in a second — you’re lucky you’re a lightweight.

It’s twenty minutes later that you feel the heat encompassing your body and the tip of your ears burning. You can barely hear the music over the pounding of your own heart. You automatically keel over to the side and relish the coolness of a silk pillow.

You’re mumbling to yourself (and possibly drooling) when you hear a muffled voice.

“Hey, you okay?”

Huh, the voice sounds just like Minji, but you’re too sluggish to respond. A few minutes later, there’s something blissfully cold pushing against your cheek, and then it’s gone. You’re pulled up so that you’re sitting again, and your head lays against the top of the sofa.

“Drink this,” Minji(?) says, and they guide the bottle to your hand. You shakily take a few gulps, and of course, you spill some of it on yourself, but Minji(?) cleans it up with some tissues.

“Thanks,” you mumble.

“Do you have anyone to take you home?”

You try to shake your head, but it makes you feel nauseous and you almost fall face forward off the sofa. Minji(?) luckily catches you and helps you back up.

“I’ll be back,” Minji(?) says. “Stay still.”

You blearily open your eyes, and everything still seems the same. Every movement of your head feels as though it’s in slow motion, like you’re in some kind of TikTok velocity edit, but worse.

People are still mingling, there’s still Boat Race and Beer Pong going on, and the night is still young. Your eyes close shut on their own. Your heartbeat is still as loud as ever.

Clearly, your plan to drink in order to forget about your ex didn’t work, because just a few minutes after Minji(?) has left, you think of Hanni again.

The two of you met in your first year of university the way most people meet: through a friend of a friend. In this case, the friend of a friend was Danielle. So, in retrospect, at least there’s one thing you can thank Danielle’s amiableness for.

You and Hanni hit it off quite well — both still new and adapting to the unexplored terrain that is university, and despite your initial awkwardness and standoffish nature, you both found an unlikely friendship through your common love for simulation and management games.

(If you scroll all the way back to the top of your message history, it would show your first conversation as you teaching her how to illegally download City Skylines.)

Four months later and after countless movie marathons and one laptop explosion (your Macbook Pro died in flames after you attempted to open the Sims 4 with all its DLCs that you pirated), the two of you officially started dating. The way Hanni asked you out was extremely nerdy, but you think that’s what made it all the better.

You were both playing Minecraft one night, and while you were in the dark depths of a comically humongous cave, Hanni was doing God knows what up on the surface. That’s how it always was: Hanni was the builder and you were the miner. There’s no better dynamic than that.

It was relatively silent for around ten minutes until your curiosity got the better of you. “What are you doing up there?”

“Nothing,” you could hear the smile on her face. “Just building.”

“I know that,” you huffed. “I mean, what are you building?”

A muffled giggle. “Secret.”

You paused your mining. You’d probably see endless corridors of stone and coal in your dreams. “Should I go back up?”

“No!�� Hanni quickly exclaimed. “Please, not yet.”

“Alright,” you grumbled, placing down a crafting table to make a new pickaxe. “Hurry up, I’m almost out of food.”

Fifteen minutes later, you heard a meek, “You can come up now”, and then the abrupt sound of her ending the Facetime. You were confused, and you tried to call her back, but to no avail. You spent an embarrassing few minutes trying to remember where the stairs back up were. Eventually, you began the arduous journey back up to the surface, and when you reached the top, your thumb ached from pressing the space key too much.

You saw it immediately. Right next to your cottage was a custom cherry blossom tree with a bench under it. You moved towards it, and a sign caught your attention: “Can we place our beds next to each other from now on? <3”

You laughed to yourself, blushing, and entered the house Hanni made before breaking your bed and placing it next to her pink one. You took a screenshot of this and sent it to her. She replied immediately with a Facetime call back. And that was that.

It was 9 months of this: enjoying each other’s presence, being disgustingly in love and domestic, opening yourselves up to one another… before The End arrived. Maybe you should have seen it coming. You were never good with your emotions though.

(Danielle’s horrified reaction upon seeing your ‘T’ result after that nonsense test she made you do flashes through your mind.)

Even if you did see it coming, would you have been able to stop it anyway?

Looking back now, it was so obvious. The number of dates dwindled down. The dates that did happen, once full of animated conversation and laughter over silly little things, now consisted of half-hearted and dry replies.

Maybe it was your fault. You know how distant you can get under academic pressure, and especially with a course as demanding as nursing, there’s barely any time to yourself, let alone Hanni.

The End happened on a Saturday evening. A familiar rhythmic pattern of knocks echoed through your apartment, and you slowly made your way to the door to greet Hanni.

“Hey,” you smiled tiredly as you leaned against the doorframe. “I missed you.”

With the hand that’s not holding takeaway, Hanni squeezed your hand lightly. “I missed you too.”

You both made your way back inside the apartment. You went to your room and slumped back in your chair, continuing your work as Hanni set up the table for dinner. Even though both your schedules were packed, you were glad that you were able to see her once in a while. It sucked, but it had to be enough, was what you told yourself. Little did you know.

At Hanni’s calling of your name, you remember running your fingers through your hair, closing your eyes for a second and taking a deep breath. A second was the plan. You ended up dozing off right then and there, and Hanni had to come in and shake you awake.

Dinner was quiet, save for the sounds of the clinking of cutlery and the occasional slurp. It had been like this for a while. At least there was background noise with the TV playing on some obscure channel. You wondered when this became the norm. The two of you didn’t even bother to ask about each other’s day, because it would elicit the same response: “Exhausting.”

You swallowed the last of your food and mentally prepared yourself to drop the bomb.

“Hanni,” you started off cautiously. “You know how we’re in second year now?”

She hummed in response, her eyes meeting yours. You missed when it used to have so much life and love in them.

“Well,” you breath hitched. “I start placement soon. And it’s full-time.”

“Oh.”

You both knew it was coming, but you guess it wasn’t something you were both prepared to face. Full-time placement typically ranges from four to six weeks, and the university allocates you a location to work at, usually far from home.

Hanni’s face was unchanging, and you hated this. She used to always be so expressive around you. You would always be able to read each other like a book — that’s how it always was. “How soon is soon?”

You tapped your finger on the desk nervously. “Like… next week type of soon?”

She dropped the chopsticks on the table. “Are you serious? You couldn’t tell me sooner?”

“It’s not that deep,” you hastily defended yourself. “A month isn’t that bad. At this point, it’s normal for us to not see each other for a month anyway.”

Your tone was harsher than you intended, but in the heat of the moment, your pride and your stress got the better of you. But this was the worst mistake you could’ve made, because it all escalated so fast and so wrongly.

Hanni scoffed in disbelief. “You say that like it’s my fault. You’re the one who’s always busy. You’re the one constantly canceling our plans. I’m the only one who’s trying to keep this relationship together.”

“Don’t act like I’m not trying here,” you gritted your teeth. “You know my schedule. All the free time I have, I spend it with you.”

“I can’t believe you’re guilt-tripping me over wanting to spend more time with you.”

“I’m not—” You stopped yourself from raising your voice. “I’m not guilt-tripping you. You should’ve told me how you felt rather than just dropping this all on me today. I’m already stressed enough.”

Hanni let out a scornful laugh. “Oh, you can’t be the one to talk about dropping bombs. And have the past few weeks not been enough of an indication for you? You’re too stressed to notice how we literally act like strangers?”

“You can’t expect me to read your mind!”

“Well, I expect you to at least care enough to notice!”

You threw your hands up in exasperation. “Look—”

She cut you off. “Whatever. I don’t think this will work out. Especially now that you’re practically going MIA for a month.”

“Are you serious?” You spat. “You don’t think our relationship is worth fighting over? You can’t even handle a few weeks?”

The jarring screech of the chair scraping against the floor as Hanni sharply stood up rang in your ears. “I have been fighting. But clearly, you’re too in over your head to see it. We’re over.”

And with that, she stormed out of the apartment with a thunderous slamming of the door.

You’re crying. You’re still at the party, drunk out of your mind, and you’re bawling your eyes out. You at least have some dignity to force yourself up and stumble outside so that no one has to witness what a horrible mess you are.

You drop yourself against the wall, and you hit your head against it. It hurts like hell, and there’s going to be a bruise tomorrow, and you want to scream so badly. You clench your fists instead, feeling the digging of your nails into your palm, your body racking with sobs as you try to breathe, but it’s too hard.

You couldn’t even grieve in the first month, because you were on placement. It did provide a temporary distraction from The End, but at night, when you lay in bed, miles away from home, there was nowhere else to run.

You sat with that weight, that feeling of your body closing in on itself. Tossing and turning, you could only rely on completely crying your eyes out until you were so drained that you had no choice but to fall asleep.

All you were left with each morning was the swelling in your eyes and the ache all over your body.

When you finally finished placement, you did what anyone else would do after a breakup: entirely shut the world out. The only time you left was for mandatory classes, which you barely survived. A cap and mask to hide your miserable self was the solution.

In the third month, Danielle somehow managed to lure you out of your room. She offered you some takeaway from your favorite restaurant, and you were surprised that she didn’t pry. You must’ve looked really bad. After that, you gradually assimilated yourself back into normal society and got a grasp of your usual routine.

What hurt most was that it wasn’t hard to live without Hanni, because you had already been separate and distant before you even broke up. The other hardest part was learning how to move on, because it was something you never thought you’d have to do.

You didn’t want to move on though, and although Danielle reassured you that it was fine (you finally broke and told her everything one night when she found you drunk on the couch blabbering to yourself), there was this nagging feeling in your chest that it was the right thing to do.

After all, it was your fault.

You hear the door of the house open and there are faint voices floating around. “Check if she’s outside.”

Some time passes by before a soft voice calls out your name. This is followed by a few gentle taps on your cheek.

You curl yourself up and turn away from the stranger, your voice small and croaky. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m gonna take you home.”

You shake your head. “I don’t want to.”

A few seconds pass by with no response. You assume mystery person has left, but they speak up again. “Why?”

“I’m sad,” your words come out nasally because of your blocked nose. “I’m really really really sad.”

You hear a sigh before the mystery person sits next to you, a few inches apart. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I miss my ex,” you whine. “I miss her so much.”

“Um—”

“I want her back,” you continue, slurring your words. “I’m so stupid. So stupid.”

Mystery person listens silently.

“And the universe keeps reminding me of her. Yesterday, I was playing the Sims, and the Sim I made of her burnt my house down. She must really hate me.”

“...You made a sim of her?”

You sniff. “Yes. And I made one of me. And I made us marry.”

Mystery person laughs quietly. The two of you sit there and focus on the muffled music from the party for a few minutes.

“Did you really mean it?” They suddenly ask.

“Mean what?”

“That you want her back.”

The question makes you burst into tears again.

“Yes,” you ramble. “I miss her so much… I want her back… I’d do anything…”

Your voice grows weaker with every passing word. You pass out after a minute of repeating the same thing over and over again.

You wake the next morning with a killer headache and swollen eyes. Huh, this doesn’t feel too unfamiliar. You’re snuggling yourself deeper into the bedsheets, but then you realize that this is way too comfortable to be your own bed. You blink your eyes open, adjusting your vision, and thankfully the room is dark, otherwise you would’ve been flashbanged.

Oh my god, your mind eventually registers. This is not your room. This is Hanni’s room.

You sit up in shock and horror. It makes you nauseous but you hold it down. How on earth did you end up in her room?

You can hear some shuffling outside the door. Okay, you think. Two options here. Best case scenario: It’s Minji, and you can awkwardly say hi and bye. Worst case scenario: It’s Hanni. There is no current thought as to how you will approach the situation.

Then you hear humming, and just your luck, it’s Hanni.

Okay, you think to yourself again and look out the window, is it possible to survive that jump? (It isn’t.) Your brain runs through hundreds of methods to somehow suddenly die, but none of them are plausible.

Hanni approaches the door, and you quickly hide under the sheets and pretend to be asleep.

She flicks the light on. “I know you’re awake.”

You sheepishly peek out from under the covers.

“Go brush your teeth and shower,” Hanni says. Then, in a smaller voice, as if embarrassed, she continues, “Your toothbrush is still there.”

You stand in the shower, contemplating all of your life decisions that have led to this very moment. You brush your teeth, still contemplating all your life decisions. You consider sending a text to Danielle, something along the lines of: I HATE YOU!!!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!, but that’s not very fair to her.

You decide on sending a nicer text: hi i hope you got home okay… sorry for not staying sober!

You pace around the bathroom, thinking of what to say to Hanni when you step out. You could just take off and run, but you’re probably not coordinated enough to do that. Guess it’s time to be the bigger person and have a mature conversation.

You take one big dramatic step into the living room of her apartment. Minji isn’t home, it seems. You gulp as you see Hanni, back turned to you as she’s cooking breakfast. There’s already a glass of water and Advil waiting for you on the table.

You wordlessly sit down and gratefully take it. After a while, Hanni sets the table up, and this takes you back to the day of The End. You sit there, frozen, but then she stares at you in confusion and you remind yourself to eat like a normal human being.

“So,” Hanni says after a bit. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

“No,” you fidget in your seat. “Did I do something bad?”

“You said you missed me. And wanted to get back together.”

“Oh,” you swallow.

Hanni tilts her head. You still can’t read her. “Did you mean it?”

You play around with your scrambled eggs. “...Yes?”

She continues to stare at you.

“I did,” you say, a bit more firmly this time, albeit shakily. “And I’m sorry — for everything. I took you for granted… and I should’ve been more considerate of your time and your feelings.”

A pause.

“I’m sorry as well,” Hanni bites her cheek. “I shouldn’t have expected you to know how I felt.”

Another pause. “And I miss you too.”

“Truce?” You offer an awkward smile.

Hanni puffs out her cheeks. “No more last-minute news?”

“No more last-minute news.”

“Spend more time with me? Quality time?”

You nod. “Tell each other how we feel?”

“Tell each other how we feel,” Hanni repeats. Then she says in a serious tone, so serious that you almost don’t believe what you’re hearing. “Buy me Planet Zoo?”

“Buy you… Planet Zoo?”

Hanni swiftly hooks her pinky into yours before you can stop her. “You pinky promised!”

Unbelievable.

“Whatever,” you mutter with a smile.

Planet Zoo is a small price to pay to get the love of your life back.

(“Okay, how drunk was I on a scale of one to ten?”

“Oh, you were so drunk.”

“I said on a scale of one to ten.”

“Like, passed out on the floor, crying, mumbling my name scale of drunk.”

“Okay, not my finest moment. But you were there with Yunjin… or Yeonjung. Or Yeojin. What else was I meant to do?”

“Yujin. It’s Yujin.”

“Oh… Agree to never mention this again?”

“Nope. Love you.”)

Dedicated to user shuxiii… hope you enjoyed if you are reading this…

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amerrierworld · 4 years ago

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Winter Blues

Ocean’s 8 fanfiction

request: “where reader is sick and the two of them worry about the reader”

Summary: You thought staying in bed by yourself was the best way to spend your day, but a couple of girlfriends have other plans.

Characters: Lou x Debbie x gn!reader

Word Count: 1,272

Warnings: fLUFF!

Your phone had been ringing on-and-off again all morning, muffled by a pillow thrown on your nightstand. The flu had decided to visit you after one too many nights out with Lou and Debbie, and you were slowly starting to regret your decisions.

A ding of a text notification sounded, then another, and another. You knew it was either Lou or Debbie, they were the only one who’d keep bothering you this much during the day.

‘sick today. can’t come to dinner.’ you had texted them when you’d woken up groggy and feverish. Not even five minutes had passed before Debbie was texting you, asking how high your temperature was, if you were staying in bed, and texting you all sorts of antibiotic label names that you couldn’t keep track of.

Lou had tried to call, but you’d let it go to voicemail. Not that you didn’t want to talk to them, but because you felt your dry throat wouldn’t be up to a conversation, and you didn’t want to worry them even more.

So you ignored them, and drifted in and out of consciousness, riddled with sickly dreams and an upset stomach. Snow was falling outside, and it was cloudy and grey, much like how you were feeling.

You woke to a rattling on your front door, followed by harsh whispers and hurried footsteps. You barely got a chance to open your eyes before two figures crowded your bed.

“G’morning,” you tried to say, but it came out more as a rude croak.

“Morning? More like late afternoon,” Lou scoffed, grabbing the dirty tissues off of your nightstand and cleaning up the mess you’d made. Her face was all-natural today, you noticed. No heavy eyeliner or mascara. Hair half-pulled up and wearing soft slacks and a bomber jacket with a t-shirt under it.

Debbie was looking more casual than usual as well. She was wearing leggings and an oversized knitted sweater rather than her typical chic and sophisticated look. She was fussing over the corners of your blankets and tucking them in properly.

You’d barely gotten a chance to sit up as a platter with toast and orange juice was shoved in front of your face.

“Have you eaten?” Debbie asked, sitting on the side of your bed. You shrugged, answering her question.

“I really appreciate it,” you swallowed heavily, “but I don’t know if I can keep anything down right now.”

“Nonsense, just a little bite, okay?”

Debbie tried to lift a bite up for you to eat on a fork, but instead, your reflexes convulsed and you vomited over the side of the bed. Your girls were there, Debbie grabbed the trashcan to catch the puke, and Lou grabbed your hair to keep out of your face as you got rid of what little food you had in your system.

Coughing a bit, you settled back in the pillows, muttering an apology.

“Shouldn't you be getting ready for dinner? Those reservations you made...” you began, feeling guilty at making both of them staying here with you.

“The restaurant will still be there when you get healthy again, sweetheart, no rush,” Lou said, brushing damp hair out of your face. “We’re staying here with you until you feel better.”

“You may have to replace your front door lock though, Lou thought it a good idea to break in.”

“That’s because you forgot to bring the spare on the way here!”

You giggled quietly, before saying, “but I’ll get both of you sick if you stay here!”

“Don't be ridiculous. Our immune systems are out of this world.”

You tried to argue with the two of them, but once these partners in crime had their minds set on something, they weren’t going to be persuaded otherwise. Lou managed to help you drink some water while Debbie grabbed fresh sheets that didn’t smell of sick and sweat.

Too tired to get out of the bed and take a shower, your girlfriends compromised and helped you take off your shirt before rubbing a damp, soothing washcloth up and down your perspired torso. Debbie brushed your hair, using a bit of dry shampoo to last you until you could get to the bathroom.

Lou, ever the smart ass, chucked a fresh shirt of yours in the dryer so it came out hot and sweet-smelling. As soon as you’d put it on you felt yourself drifting off to sleep again.

Debbie checked your temperature as you dozed on and off, opening your window to let in some fresh air, tidying up the room and prepping some snacks in the kitchen. Lou helped you clean your face a bit, rubbed moisturizer on your cheeks and massaged your back and shoulders before holding you close.

“I’m gon’ get you sick,” you protested, but she shushed you, turning on the TV to whatever movie was playing.

Satisfied that she’d cleaned almost your entire home, Debbie came back to your bedroom and stripped until she was just in her sweater and underwear. Lou did the same, before the women climbed under the clean sheets with you and held you close.

“You two are a pair of fussy old women, you know that?” you mumbled, your nose stuffy and voice sore.

“Yes, obviously, but you love us, so no complainin’,” Lou swatted your hand.

“You decided to ignore us on the phone, so now you have to deal with us taking care of you, because clearly you’re not up for it yourself,” Debbie gave you a pointed look. You grumbled under your breath, feeling like a scolded child, but shimmying closer to their comfortable body heat all the same.

“This is a terrible movie, Lou, why would you put that on?”

“It was just what’s on right now, okay? Don’t come for my ass.”

“Give me the remote, if we’re gonna be here we have to at least have good entertainment.”

“Why do you always get to pick the film, huh, Ocean?”

“Because you have terrible taste!”

Snuggled under your blankets, with three pairs of warm legs rubbing comfortably up against each other, you smiled drowsily at their familiar bickering. Debbie put on an old Christmas movie, and they started up again, this time comparing reboots with the originals.

At some point Lou made popcorn, and you managed to eat a couple because of how light they were, it was easy to keep down. Another glass of water, and a couple of apple slices. It had begun to grow dark, but neither of your bed partners made any move or sign that they were leaving any time soon.

“Are you staying the night?” you asked them as Lou leaned over to flick on the lamp on your nightstand.

“Of course, silly,” Debbie said, taking your temperature again. “Oh, look, your fever’s not as high anymore.”

“I still feel terrible though,” you murmured.

“You should sleep. Hopefully some rest will help break the fever,” this time her voice was soft and gentle.

“We’ll go to the couch if you really wanna get rid of us,” Lou added, “but we’re not going anywhere, not until you’re okay again.”

“No, don’t go, please? It’ll be so cold without you,” you admitted.

Lou and Debbie shared a mutual look, and not another word was said for the reest of the night. Lou pulled you to lay your head on her chest, pulling the blankets up snugly to your shoulders, and Debbie wrapped her arms around you from behind, spooning you until you felt a comfortable warmth spread through your body. You drifted away into a calm, dream-less sleep, your fever already starting to break.

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yoonguurt · 5 years ago

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Quatervois pt. 2

Warnings: cursing, violence, smoking, drinking

Pairing: Mark x reader, Yuta x reader

The sound of your alarm brought you into consciousness and you reached over to silence the annoying tone. You had set it early enough to give yourself plenty of time to wake up a little before getting ready to meet Yuta at the coffee shop. You turned to Mark’s side of the bed, finding it empty which was unusual for this time of day, Mark usually slept until late afternoon on the day after a party. You grabbed your phone, scrolling through your notifications for a text from your boyfriend, but there was nothing. Why was he acting like this? He had been fine until Yuta messaged you and that changed his whole mood, but that didn’t make a whole lot of sense to you. And this was the only time you could think of when he had left without telling you where he would be, and that upset you. What if something happened to him? Would you even know?

You did your best to push your hurt and confusion aside, choosing to spend your extra time tidying up the apartment. The cleaning didn’t help as much as you had hoped it would, but by the time you got out of the shower, you felt a small amount better. You flipped through your closet for a while before settling on a light blue sundress that you hadn’t been able to wear yet, locked your apartment up and headed to the coffee shop. The weather was nice again today and you stopped just outside the coffee shop for a moment to enjoy the breeze, your moment being interrupted by a voice to your left. “Why are you just standing there with your eyes closed, you weirdo?” You turned to find a wide smiled Yuta not even bothering to hold in his laugh. You gave him a slight shove before the two of you went inside.

You made your way to the booth as Yuta went to order your drinks, make yourself comfortable as you look out of the window, still trying to keep your thoughts from drifting to Mark. The sound of the drinks sliding across the table snaps your attention back to Yuta, who is giving you a bright smile, and you try your best to match his expression, hoping he doesn’t realize how fake it is. “Alright, spill. I can see right through that fake ass smile so out with it. It is too early for the late riser?” So much for him not noticing. You let out a huff of air from your nose, rolling your eyes in the process, before bringing your coffee to your mouth. You notice Yuta straighten his posture in the seat across from you and set down his drink. “Ok. Nakamoto Yuta, full time best friend, part time therapist at your service.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the serious tone and deadpan face he had put on, and you definitely had to admit that he had always had a way of making you laugh, while also making you want to talk about whatever was bothering you. He flashed you a small smile, paired with a wink, and just like that you were telling him about Mark’s weird behavior.

Yuta feels a stark difference in emotion now than he did when he first arrived. When he walked up and saw you standing there with your eyes closed in your pretty blue sundress, he felt the air leave his body. You looked so beautiful, hair and dress dancing in the slight breeze, all he had wanted to do was rush over to you and sweep you up in his arms and kiss you with every bit of love he could give. That happy feeling had been replaced with confusion and apprehension. He sat across from you, listening to you recount Mark’s strange behavior, both before and after the party and this morning, he feels himself start to clench his fists under the table. His thoughts flash back to the previous day and how quickly Mark had wanted you to leave with him, then to the words you had just spoken, and now that he was thinking about it, every time Yuta had plans with you for the last month or so, Mark would either show up and beg you to come home with him or you would cancel because Mark had asked you to. Mark was getting more possessive and that didn’t set well with him, and the fact that he only seemed to care about you being with him unless it came to Johnny’s parties made him feel even more suspicious. From his experience, Mark had not once tried to persuade you to go with him to Johnny’s and that felt fishy to Yuta. He notices your eyes are trained on him expectantly, obviously waiting on him to give you his opinion. He feels himself take a deep breath, ready to tell you what you need to hear, even if it isn’t what you want to hear.

You stare at Yuta from across the table, waiting for him to speak. He had sat and listened to your story without a word, and while you appreciated him not interrupting, you wanted his opinion. He took a breath, making eye contact with you as he did so. “Y/N, it really seems to me like Mark is getting more possessive and jealous and that really isn’t good. I can’t give you a reason why he would be doing this, he hasn’t said anything to me about anything, but you really should have a talk with him.” Yuta finished with a small smile, which you returned as you let your eyes fall to your drink as you gave it a stir. You knew that he was right, Mark had started becoming more possessive and jealous, and you knew that wasn’t ok and that you needed to talk to him about it. But you also knew that talking to him wouldn’t just be talking, there would be another fight and you didn’t necessarily want that. The two of you sat in silence as you thought about how to handle this situation before you finally came to a decision. “You’re right.” you gave a deep breath and took a sip of your drink before you continued. “I’ll talk to him when I get home.” With all of the sad talk, you decided to enjoy the rest of your time with Yuta and quickly changed the subject.

Mark leans up against Jaehyun’s car in the parking lot of the liquor store, mood still sour from you refusing to cancel your plans with Yuta. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his friend approach him, hand outstretched. “You want a smoke? You look like you could use one.” Normally, Mark wouldn’t accept because though you never give him any shit about smoking, he knows the smell irritates your nose, but today he doesn’t care. He can hear Jaehyun starting to talk as he lights his cigarette and he turns his body to give the man his full attention. “I know that’s your girl and all, but you really gotta get her under control, man. You know that I never liked her, but I put up with having her around for you and if you want my opinion, something’s going on with her and Yuta.” Mark feels himself stiffen at the sound of that. He’s thought Yuta may have feelings for you, but for the first time he’s considering you may be returning those feelings. Before he can follow that train of thought too far, he sees Johnny walking up with Taeyong.

“Hey guys, figured I’d find you two here. Just wanted to make sure you were coming again tonight.” Mark gave the older man a smile along with a “shit yeah” before giving Johnny a high five and telling him they’d see him later. “Like I was saying, I think it’s finally time for you to tell that girl that her days of hanging out with Yuta are done. It’s either you or him.” Mark had never had any intention of telling you that you couldn’t spend time with Yuta before, but now that seemed like the best option to him. “It’ll probably take her some time to accept it, but she’ll make the right choice, which is you. And while you’re at it, might be better not to tell her you’re going to the party. If she tries to fight you on this and you leave, she’s likely to follow you to the party and keep being a bitch.” He had to admit that that made a lot of sense. “You know, you’re right. I’ll talk to her as soon as I get him and tell her I’m heading to your place, she doesn’t know where that is.” He felt Jaehyun give him a pat on the back and he turned to see him smiling. “Good thinking, buddy.”

Taeyong stands next to Jonny as he talks to Mark and Jaehyun, face deadpan. He doesn’t want to be here and he doesn’t understand why Johnny seems to really like Mark and Jaehyun so damn much. Mark, he can kind of understand since Johnny doesn’t know what he does at the parties, and honestly if Taeyong didn’t know he would like Mark too. Jaehyun is a different story, though. He’s rude and almost any time there is a fight or any kind of disturbance around campus, Jaehyun is involved in some form. He just can’t see why Johnny continues to let him come into his home. His gaze flits between Mark and Jaehyun as Mark lets Johnny know that the two of them will be coming tonight, his eyes landing on Mark’s form. Right then, he decides he has to try to get you to this party. He may not have the courage to tell you what’s going on, but he’s damn sure going to find a way for you to find out.

As they walk away from Jaehyun’s car, Taeyong starts to form his plan and put it into action. “You’re going to invite Yuta, right? He’s always fun to have around.” He looks up at Johnny as he walks beside him, trying his best not to stare at him for too long so he doesn’t give himself away. He looks at the ground and Johnny throws his arm around his shoulders, hand patting his shoulder gently with a smile on his face. “You read my mind. I was just thinking about checking the coffee shop and seeing if he’s there.” Taeyong has to shake his head gently in an attempt to rid his cheeks of their red tint before he even bothers trying to form a reply. “He should be, he’s there every single day. Maybe he can actually convince Y/N to go this time.’ He watches as Johnny’s eyes light up at the mention of you and he can’t help the smile that pulls at his lips at the sight. “You’re just full of great ideas, another reason I love having you around.” He smiles back as Johnny gives his shoulder a squeeze. “Come on, let’s get to the shop.”

“Do remember the time you woke up late and rushed to school in your pajamas, only to call me to come get you because it was Saturday? Your hair was sticking up all over the place and you just looked so mad.” Yuta’s laughter at your past embarrassment rang out throughout the entire shop as you sat there with a pout. “We agreed to never bring that up! I had had a rough week!” After a moment of pouting, Yuta’s laugh became too infectious to ignore and you dropped the angry act and joined in. “Ok, but what about the time you-” your attempt at pay back was interrupted by a knocking on the window next to you. Slightly startled, you whipped your head to face the window to see a smiling Johnny, face pressed up against the window, and an obviously grossed out Taeyong doing his best to pull the larger boy away. You let out a loud giggle and you smile and wave for him to come inside.

“You go wash your face right now, there’s no telling what’s been on that window. Go.” An exasperated Taeyong comes over to sit next to Yuta as a cackling Johnny waves and walks to the bathroom. “I swear that man is going to be the death of my nerves.” Taeyong lets out a heavy sigh as he runs his hand through his hair and Johnny comes back to sit next to you. “There is no- you know what, I’ll deal with that later.” Johnny laughs and reaches across the table and ruffles Taeyong’s hair with a smile and a wink “Who said you were in charge?” You watch as Taeyong coughs a little before turning to face Yuta, causing Johnny to chuckle a little as he looks to Yuta as well. “So, Nakamoto, coming tonight?” You can see the flash of consideration come across your best friend’s face as he gives it some thought. Beside him, Taeyong begins of a chorus of ‘please please please’ followed by a ‘come on Nakamoto’ from Johnny before Yuta finally agrees to come. The shift in attention to you is immediate as Johnny and Taeyong turn to face you and you immediately know where this is going.

“Y/N? You know you wanna come too.” Johnny’s voice is quite a few octaves higher and more sing-songy than normal and you stifle a laugh as he begins to wiggle around in the booth next to you. For a moment, you consider going, but then you remember that you have to have a talk with Mark and you aren’t really expecting it to go very well. “Sorry to disappoint guys, but I kind of have something important to take care of.” A string of sighs ring out from around the table, with a few pleads from both Johnny and Taeyong.”Ok how about this, let me see how I’m feeling later on tonight. Deal? I promise I’ll let you know.” The two men take a few seconds to think about it before nodding. “I’ll hold you to that! We gotta go get ready. See you later, Yuta. Hopefully you too, Y/N.”

You watch as Johnny and Taeyong leave, thoughts running through how you want your conversation with Mark to go. Deciding that you should probably head back to your apartment and prepare, you stand and slide out of the booth, Yuta following behind you. “Thank you for hanging out today. And for talking to me and helping me figure out what to do. I really appreciate it.” You stretch your arms out towards him, taking a step forward to wrap your arms around him in a hug. “ It’s really no problem, Y/N. I’m always here for whatever you need.” His arms settle around you, giving you a slight squeeze and pulling you just a tiny bit closer to his body. Just as you’re about to pull away, you hear the bell over the coffee shop door ring, signalling someone entering. ‘What’s going on here?”

You turn to find Mark standing behind you, eyes boring into both you and Yuta. You had only seen the current look on his face a couple of times before, but you definitely knew the anger he felt behind it. Heaving a quiet sigh, you took a step towards your boyfriend. “We were just saying goodbye and I was thanking Yuta for hanging out today.” You noticed Mark scoff slightly before taking the few remaining steps towards you.” Come on, we’re leaving. We have some things to discuss.” His tone was harsher than he had ever used with you and you felt your feet all but plant themselves into the floor in defiance. “Now, Y/N.” His demanding tone caused a flare of anger to flash through you. He had no right to talk to you like that. “You’re right, we do have things to talk about, but you aren’t going to talk to me like that. I don’t deserve such a harsh tone, Mark.” You saw the flicker of rage in his eyes as he took the last step and came to rest directly in front of you. He reached out, hand wrapping itself around your arm roughly and a bit too tight for your liking. Any attempt at pulling yourself from his grasp resulting in a tighter grip.

“Let go of her, Mark. There’s no need for all that, you’re holding on too tight, man.” The shift in Mark’s focus from you to Yuta was scary and quick. His face was flush with red as his anger seemed to hit its high as he let go of you to move to face Yuta. This side of Mark was extremely new to you, and a side that you didn’t like at all. You weren’t sure where it was coming from, aside from his recently growing jealousy and possessiveness, Mark had always been a sweet and calm guy, seeing him like this was shocking and unpleasant. “Mind your own fucking business, Yuta. It’s not like I hit her or hurt her, so fuck off. Stop injecting yourself into MY relationship with MY girlfriend.” Mark stood so close to Yuta, their faces were almost touching and neither was backing down. Seeing the possible bad ways this could go, you finally jumped into action. “Mark! Knock it off. Stop being a dick, you’re causing a scene in public.” Mark took a small step back, not breaking eye contact with Yuta, whose face was blank but you could see the anger etched into his features. Mark finally turned around and walked to the door with a low “come on” and you turned to Yuta, telling him that you were sorry and that you would call him later before you followed behind Mark.

The walk back to your apartment was silent, and for that you were actually glad. You could practically see the steam Mark was emitting as he stomped off ahead of you. Again your thoughts went back to not recognizing your own boyfriend. Mark had never been a violent or angry man. Early on in your relationship, Mark had been nothing but shy and it had taken a few months for him to get past that. One of the only times you had ever seen him anywhere close to this angry was about 3 months into your relationship when some random man on campus had shoved you to the ground while running by. It had been a complete accident, but Mark had helped you up and made sure you were ok before yelling at the guy to watch where he was going and to slow down. It had always been one of your favorite memories because for the rest of that day, Mark had taken such great care of you, despite the fact that you were completely fine. And now it was tainted and ruined, his current anger wiping all good memories of Mark being anger from your mind.

The slamming of your apartment door brings you back to the present, and the sight of Mark standing in front of you with his chest heaving and face still tinged red makes you realize that you both need a moment before you jump into this conversation. “Alri-” Mark starts what seems like it is going to be a long winded rant and you promptly hold your hand up to signal for him to stop. His words immediately die in his throat as he holds his breath, eyes piercing yours. “I think we both need to take a minute to collect our thoughts. I don’t want a fight here, Mark. I just want to be able to talk like two adults. I’m going to go to the guest room and think about what I want to say, and I really think you should take this time to do the same.” Mark opens his mouth, obviously wanting to argue and have the conversation now, but you quirk one eyebrow up and walk away and you hear him sigh behind you. Closing the door to the guest room behind you, you sit yourself down on the bed with your head in your hands, taking a few deep breaths to pull yourself together a bit, picking your head up when you hear the water from the shower turn on. You really hope that the shower helps Mark calm down, though you strongly doubt that it will. Looking toward the desk beside the bed, you see a notepad and a pen and you reach for it, deciding to write down your thoughts.

After an hour, you open the guest room door and move to the living room, seeing that Mark has already dressed and is waiting for you on the couch. Taking one last deep breath, you take the chair across from him, making sure not to sit with your arms or legs crossed, wanting to show that you are open to having this conversation. You do notice that Mark did not take that same consideration, arms crossed over his chest. He stares at you, anger still very present in his eyes and though you know it isn’t a good idea, you let him talk first. “I don’t want you to see Yuta anymore. I think it’s time you cut ties. It really isn’t ok for you to be so close to him, especially since that includes having you wrapped around him so often.” You physically recoil from his words, shocked. There is no way he could have said what you think he just said. Absolutely no way. “You can’t be serious, Mark.” Your face is a portrait of confusion and hurt, looking at a man that you aren’t sure if you even know anymore.

“Oh, I’m very serious, sweetheart.” His voice and tone are laced with anger despite his use of the pet name. Somehow, him using a name that he has used countless times before in such a demeaning manner hurts more than his words or tone. You’ve always had the biggest smile when he called you sweetheart and now it’s just another memory that he’s ruined. All desire to keep open body language is gone as you fly to your feet, anger seeping from every pore in your body. “How dare you? Who do you think you are? Yuta is a friend, my BEST friend, and nothing more.” In a blink, Mark has gotten to his feet as well, voice raised louder than needed in anger. The thought of backing down is far from your mind as you stand your ground, refusing to take your eyes off of him.

“If you think that’s all he wants, you’re just fucking stupid! Everyone around campus can see the way he looks at you, Y/N. Don’t even try to tell me that you haven’t noticed, because I’m not dumb. And by the looks of what I walked in on today, you seem to feel the same!” Stunned. You’re actually stunned. You can’t form words or thoughts, you just stand there dumbfounded. It takes you a few seconds to muster your senses back up and as soon as you do, you don’t even bothering censoring yourself.

“First off, don’t you EVER call me stupid again. Second, your jealousy, which came out of nowhere might I add, has gotten far beyond out of hand. You have no right, and I do mean absolutely NO right, to tell me who I can and can not be friends with. I don’t know where you’re getting this idea from, but there is nothing going on between Yuta and I.” You take a break to take a few deep breaths, shooting Mark a pointed glance when he tries to start talking, causing him to shut his mouth as soon as it has fully opened. “I have not liked Jaehyun the entire time we have been together but NOT ONCE have I told you that you could not hang out with him. Not once, Mark.” As soon as you mention Jaehyun, Mark’s eyebrows furrow in anger, even though you hadn’t thought he could get more angry.

“That’s not the same thing and you know it. I’m not in love with Jaehyun and he sure as hell isn’t in love with me. This conversation is over. It’s either me or Yuta, you have the rest of tonight to decide. I expect an answer in the morning.” He moved to grab his jacket and as his hand landed on the door knob, your last bit of restraint snapped. With long strides, you made your way to him, stopping directly in front of him, looking up at him to stare into his eyes. Mark wasn’t the only who was angrier than you had ever seen. You had never been this angry in your life. Not only had your boyfriend, the one that was supposed to love and care about you, called you stupid, but he had also taken upon himself to give you an ultimatum, to make you chose between him and your best friend. And to top it off, he was leaving to go to a damn party directly after telling you that you had to choose. No. You weren’t having it.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re gonna set out ridiculous demands, ignore my point of view completely and tell me I have to choose between two of the most important people in my life and then just leave? For what!? A fucking party?” You were shaking with fury and though you knew it wasn’t ok to be yelling at him like this, but you just couldn’t help it. He had pushed you to your limits and was trying to run away and that wasn’t ok. He needed to stay and finish this and you were going to do your best to make sure he did.

“I’ve said what I had to say, Y/N, you just don’t want to listen. I’m not budging. I meant what I said, you have to choose, like it or not.” You watch as Mark throws his jacket on and snatches the door open, stopping in the doorway to turn and face you. “And just so you know, I’m not going to the fucking party. I told Jaehyun I would help him move some things and I’m keeping that promise. Don’t wait up, sweetheart.” And with that the door was slammed in your face.

Yuta shuts off the shower and runs his hands through his hair before toweling himself off and wrapping his towel around his waist. He moves to his closet, still needing to decide what to wear to the party, when he hears his phone ringing from the bed. Just from the ringtone, he can tell it’s you and though he would never admit it, he moves to answer it faster than he normally would. As soon as he speaks, he hears your sniffles and knows that this is not a call to let him know you’re going to the party with him. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you ok?” He listens for a moment, trying to focus on what you’re saying through your sobs and sniffles. “I’ll be there in 10. Breathe, Y/N. I’m coming.” As soon as he hangs up, he grabs the first thing he can find to wear, no longer caring about the party. In under a minute, he’s out the door and walking towards your apartment, it isn’t a long walk on the best of days and today he’s walking as fast as he can without running. His thoughts race through all the possible ways your talk with Mark could have gone. Obviously it didn’t go well since you ended up calling him in tears, and that recollection has his balling his fists. Mark made you cry and Yuta hated that, and if he had his way, Mark would get a good kick in the ass. He hated the way his thoughts drifted to how much better he would treat you, but he couldn’t deny that it was a fact. He would never make you cry and even though he hated feeling this way, he still had hope that one day you’d give him the chance to show you.

The knock on your door has you scrambling to answer it. You know it’s Yuta, and you really need him right now. The worrying about what to do could come later, right now you just needed your best friend. When you open the door, you see his eyes scan over your body to make sure you are safe and unharmed before settling on your face, worry very present in them.

The sight before his eyes broke Yuta’s heart. Your hair was messy from you running your hands through it, eyes puffy and face red from crying. He didn’t even stop to think before reaching out and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. He knew you wouldn’t be able to tell him much in your current condition, so he gently led you to the couch, whispering calming words into your ear before encouraging you to tell him what happened. As he listened to what happened, his anger from before came flooding back. How could Mark be so cold to such a treasure? Did he not realize how truly special you were? And who did he think he was telling you who you could and could not hang out with? That’s not how relationships work. He also felt angry at himself for not realizing just how bad Mark’s behavior had gotten. When you had finally calmed down, he took his arm from around your shoulder long enough to get you some water before wrapping you up again. He had an idea and though he was pretty sure you wouldn’t go for it, he had to give it a shot.

“Yuta, I don’t know. I really don’t think going to a party is the best idea right now.” You had considered going before everything with Mark blew up, but after crying for what felt like hours, you really just wanted to stay at home and watch a movie. Yuta was persistent, though, and he was making some pretty good points. Johnny and Taeyong would definitely be able to cheer you up, even if only a little. And the big point was that Mark wouldn’t be there, that was important. You really didn’t want to see him right now. Making the decision to not drink, just to go to hangout with some friends, you tell Yuta to wait while you shower and get changed.

Mark walks up to Johnny’s door, Jaehyun falling in step beside him. He still feels tense and angry from the conversation turned yelling match and he almost wants to turn around to go some place more quiet. “Hey man, don’t sweat it, Tonight’s about you, just enjoy your night.” He hears Jaehyun’s words, but doesn’t bother giving a verbal response, just a simple nod. He can’t get over how unreasonable you’re being. It isn’t like he asked you to stop seeing your family or anything. He just doesn’t like you spending so much time with Yuta, and he still feels like that is a valid feeling to have. His thoughts are briefly interrupted by a red cup being thrust into his line of vision. He knows drinking probably isn’t the best idea right now, but that doesn’t stop him from taking the cup from Jaehyun, downing it in two gulps. “There we go! Let’s get tonight started the right way.” His friend’s words bring a small smile to his face, and he feels a small amount better already. A strong hand clamps down on his shoulder and Jaehyun’s voice floods his ears. “Alright. We really need to get your mind off of that bitch of a girlfriend of yours. Let’s go have a look around, huh?” Any other time, he’d say something to Jaehyun about calling you a bitch, but tonight he just doesn’t want to. As they walk through, the crowd, Jaehyun points out a pretty brunette to him. About the same time, he notices a girl with red hair standing nearby. He looks back and forth between the two women, trying to make up his mind on which to approach. “Why not both?” The words come from beside him and he thinks that might be the best idea he’s heard in awhile.

Standing in front of your closet, fumbling through the coat hangers trying to figure out what to wear. After a few moments, you decide that you don’t really feel like dressing up too much, but you also don’t want to show up in sweats, so you decide on something simple. A black tank top and black jeans, which you pair with your black sneakers. Sure, it’s a lot of black, but you’re comfortable so that’s all that really matters. You enter the living room, doing your best to return the bright smile Yuta is giving you. “Ready?” You know he’s giving you the option to back out even though it was his idea, and you really are grateful for that, but your mind is made up. “Ready.” You give a firm nod of your head, making sure he knows your decision is final. You’re going to do your best to have a good time, damn it.

The walk to Johnny’s feels far longer than it actually is, the second thoughts have crept into your mind and aren’t going away easily. What if Mark comes back to actually talk about things and you aren’t there? Wouldn’t that make things worse? Yuta apparently notices your thoughts spiraling, bumping into your shoulder with his. “Everything is going to be ok, Y/N. You’ll find a way to fix this mess with Mark. And tonight is going to be fine. You’ve been locked away studying for so long now, it’ll be good for you to spend time with some friends.” You know he’s right, you have been studying every weekend for months now, and this probably will be good for you. By the time you resolved yourself again, you’re in front of Johnny’s door. You reach your hand up to knock only to hear a chuckle coming from beside you as a hand reached up to push yours down. “Man, it really has been a while, huh? You don’t have to knock, Y/N.” Still laughing, Yuta pushes the door open and steps inside.

The extreme crowd has you feeling slightly intimidated. You knew Johnny’s parties were big, but somehow you didn’t think they would be this big. Yuta turns to you, gently taking your hand and leads the way through the crowd. You hear a loud laugh coming from your left, immediately recognizing it as Johnny’s and soon the two of you are standing in front of him and Taeyong. As soon as you’re close enough, two pairs of arms reach out for you, smiles on Johnny’s and Taeyong’s faces as they pull you into a hug. “You came! Today is the happiest day of my life!” You can tell Johnny has already had a few drinks, but his excitement in seeing you made you feel good. Taeyong rolls his eyes at Johnny’s over the top reaction, pushing him aside slightly so he could give you a proper hug. With such a warm welcome, you were slowly starting to feel better. Johnny pulls Taeyong off of you, giving him a stern look before turning to you. “No hogging.” You see a small smirk on his lips before he turns to Taeyong and gives him a wink as he pulls him into a hug. “Alright. Anybody want a drink since I’m heading that way?” Johnny looks around with his eyebrow quirked and you all shake your heads and he heads off back in the direction you came.

“I’m really glad you came, Y/N.” His smile and tone made you feel like Taeyong really meant that and you gave him a wide smile as you told him that you were glad too. And you really were. You may not have wanted to come at first, and even though the volume of people was ideal, you were enjoying being out with the three men, even if you hadn’t really done anything but stand there. The three of you stood around talking about your weeks, how Taeyong really liked the song that was playing, then laughing as he did a little dance. After a little more conversation, Taeyong suddenly stills, expression serious. “Y/N, I need to tell you som-” he was interrupted by Jonny’s booming voice coming up from behind you. “Y/N! I’m really surprised you didn’t come with Mark.” Mark? Confusion washed over you at the tall man’s mention of your boyfriend. And why would he be surprised you hadn’t come with him? Especially since he wasn’t here? Looking up to meet Johnny’s gaze, your face twisted in confusion. “Why would that surprise you? Mark didn’t come tonight. He said something about going to help Jaehyun with something.” No one spoke for a few moments, eyes flickering around to each member in the little circle you had formed. Johnny looked a bit hesitant, but answered you anyway. “Well, I just saw him on the way to the kitchen. It’s him and Jaehyun and a couple of their...friends.” You didn’t like the pause he had at the end of his sentence. But you couldn’t think about what that meant right now. Mark had lied to you. Right to your face. All of the effort you had put into trying to forget about the fight and just enjoy yourself was quickly reversed. Your face fell into a stoney expression as you locked eyes with Johnny. “Where?”

“Y/N wait!” You hear Taeyong call out to you, but you ignore it. You don’t care about possibly causing a scene or embarrassing yourself in front of an endless amount of people. Mark, your boyfriend, lied straight to your face. He tried to control who you see and then lied to you. You thought you had seen the worst of your anger earlier during the fight, but that was nothing compared to what you felt now. You half wished you could blame your anger on alcohol, but you hadn’t had a drop. No, this was just the feeling of being fed up. You feel a tug at your wrist and you round on whoever decided it was a good idea to grab you, ready to give them a few choice words, to find Yuta. “I’m not letting you do this alone this time.” You wanted to be able to tell him that having him there made the anger ease, but that would be a lie. While you were still every bit as angry, you also had a sense of relief to have your best friend by your side. Weaving through the crowd, you finally made it to where Johnny told you he had seen Mark. Looking around, you started to think that Johnny had been mistaken. But then you saw it. Mark standing in a corner, tongue down the throat of a red haired woman, hand on the ass of a brunette.

Slapped. That’s how you felt. Like someone had just slapped you in the face. You stood there for a moment, watching your boyfriend cheat on you with not one, but two women. How could he? Just because you had a fight? Your body slowly regained it’s will to move and your rage hit full force as you started towards Mark. You were only able to take two steps before a body stepped in front of you abruptly, causing you to run into their chest. Lifting your eyes to see the face that the chest belonged to, you feel another spike of anger. “Get out of my way, Jaehyun.” The man just stares at you, giving a shake of his head, refusing to move. You repeat yourself, a little louder this time, but he stays put. “This doesn’t concern you. He’s a grown man and he can do as he pleases. Go home.” You scoff at Jaehyun’s words, confused as to how he could possibly think that this doesn’t concern you. Steeling yourself, you hold his gaze, making sure he knows that you know exactly what you’re doing. “Fuck off and get out of my way.” The smirk that played on his face immediately fell in a scowl, the lines of his face tightening in anger. He lowers his face, bringing it closer to yours. “Watch how you talk to me, bitch.”

Before you realize what is happening, you're pushed behind another body as Yuta quickly puts you behind him. “You watch how you talk to her.” The tone of Yuta’s voice was unlike you had ever heard. If you didn’t know for absolutely certain that he would never hurt you, you would be afraid. It was deep and almost growl like as he spoke to Jaehyun. Things escalated so quickly, you almost missed it. You couldn’t hear Jaehyun’s reply, but whatever it was it struck a chord with Yuta. In a flash, his right arm moved from his side and connected with Jaehyun’s jaw, while his left gave you a small shove to get you further back. “I meant what I said.” From the distance Yuta had given you, you watched as Jaehyun staggered a bit before recovering and taking his own swing at Yuta. Yuta swiftly dodges and swings again, catching Jaehyun in the ribs.The man recoiled a bit but still refused to give up, giving one last swing. This one making contact with Yuta’s cheek. Before either man could make another move, Johnny’s voice rang out.

“What the hell is going on here!?” You watched as Yuta moved to talk to Johnny, probably to explain the situation, but your attention was quickly shifted elsewhere. “Y/N?” Mark stood in front of you, shock and confusion written all over his face. “How long?” Despite how much you wanted your voice to match the tone you had used with Jaehyun, your words came out hushed. When Mark didn’t answer, you found the will to repeat yourself, louder this time. “How long!?” Mark’s face morphed from confused to angry in a split second. “I don’t answer to you, Y/N.” You knew you shouldn’t have, but your hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it connected with Mark’s cheek. Hurt flashed through Mark’s eyes, but you couldn’t seem to make yourself care. “I’m done. It’s over.” Turning your back to him, you grabbed Yuta’s hand and pulled him towards the front door.

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5, 9, 10, 13, 20, 21, 24, 25, 28, 30-35, 38-42, 44-46, 50, 52, 54, 60-62, 66, 71-74, 86-91, 96, 100! 😊

okay I literally have no clue how old this is and if I'm even taking the questions from the right post but here goes I guess? 🙈

5. What is your favorite Color?

PURPLE

9. How tall are you?

about 1,70 meters or 5'7"

10. What shoe size are you?

size 40-41, I think that's about 8 in US sizes?

13. What talents do you have?

uhhh good question... not sure if it counts but I guess I'm quite good at a lot if things but can't do anything extraordinarily well?

20. Are you religious?

Absolutely not. Due to family history and a lot of other things I'm actually against it a lot but people can do whatever they feel like is right for them as long as they don't harm others with it.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes, quite a lot actually. practically grew up in hospitals as a baby because of kidney issues, broke both my legs with 4 years old, had to revisit for tests a lot during my childhood because of the kidney issue. it calmed down afterwards until I was back in hospital last year because of my terrible mental health and I'm currently in a rehabilitation clinic for it as well.

24. Baths or showers?

Shower's because we don't have a bathtub

25. What color socks are you wearing?

currently none, I love going barefoot, but usually I wear white, gray or black. I know... I'm a bad gay.. no rainbow socks (;ŏ﹏ŏ)

28. What type of music do you like?

you know.... I hate this question with a passion even though I love music so I'll just throw in my yt-playlist here and everyone who's interested can look through it to get a picture xD not sorted in any way and not a conclusive list at all, I just add songs as I find them

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

mostly just one at a time but I've got two different ones. one is the normal fluffy kinda pillow, the other is made of some kinda foam material and rather thin.

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

I'm always lying on the side! have been doing that since I was a baby too.

32. How big is your house?

compared to what? 🙈 I'd say decent size for 5 people to live in, would have space for 1-2 more if rooms were used differently but definitely not enough to comfortably live with 12 or even more people like my family used to. we've got like 3 proper sleeping rooms (one of which is the attic so not very nice in terms of heat and the staircase is smack in the middle of the room), a kitchen, a dining room, a big living room, a tiny bathroom that barely fits a toilet and shower, and the basement is a mix of storage, electrics and stuff, washing room/utility room and it's got another smaller room that's been turned back into a small workshop but used to be the room of my brother and later my grandmother.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

I guess this is where it shows that I'm german but we usually just eat bread (preferably whole grain) with cheese or slices of salami or ..meat sausage? is that a proper translation? 🤨 idk... it's rather simple really. on the weekend maybe buns and boiled eggs. on the occasion that I'm too tired for it or don't have enough time I eat cereals but it's not very common when I'm at work/school

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

No, and I don't want to

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Yes!! I did last year when I was in the hospital and it was super fun! was quite good at it as well, even for my first try 😤

38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep?

I think about 3 days? if we count "barely unconscious for a few hours" as sleep that is... otherwise no clue...my memory of the bad sleepless time is quite hazy lol

39. Do you have any scars?

yeah, quite a few tbh. got 2 huge ones from surgeries due to my kidney issues, well they look like 2 but it's actually multiple ones since they simply cut open party of the old ones again, tiny hooman apparently have very little skin. then I got some other ones here and there from accidents, general dumbness, etc, like when I cut through my sunday morning bun and almost cut half of the tip of my finger off because my mother sharpened the knife and didn't tell me or that time as a kid I couldn't wait for my ironing pearl pictures to be done and burned myself on the hot iron, mostly stuff like that.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

I mean.. if they're a secret... how would I know? ;) not sure if it counts that it took me months to realize I had a crush on my best friend and the feelings were reciprocated and I was too blind to see the signs?

41. Are you a good liar?

Nope. People actually think I'm lying more often than I lie... so.... :/

42. Are you a good judge of character?

I'm.. honestly not sure what this one means? like, am I able to judge what kind of character a person has after barely meeting them or smth? if so, I'm terrible at it

44. Do you have a strong accent?

in german? nope. in english? hmm hard to judge since I rarely hear myself speak. I think the stuff I do know how to pronounce is mostly okay but since I learned it through reading I'm simply unsure of a lot of pronunciations. 'also'.... I can not for the life of me pronouns that word no matter how many times I hear it... it's kinda become a quirk after some classmates pointed it out to me and I'm incredibly aware how terrible I say the word but.... just can't get rid of it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

45. What is your favorite accent?

I.. actually really love the way my best friend talks? 👉👈 they're french btw. just... typical me for struggling to understand them though, already terrible at it in german too...

46. What is your personality type?

honestly, I don't think I can answer that. I'm big on self loathing and everything's pretty shitty so, no thanks

50. Left or right handed?

Right handed. but does it even count id I'm bad at doing things with that hand too? lol

52. Favorite food?

hmmmm tough question... not the biggest fan of food in general a lot of the time... probably Züricher Geschnetzeltes

54. Are you a clean or a messy person?

Definitely messy. my allergies did not like this post trying to clean and tidy up more often though. my depression does not like this post either

60. Do you talk to yourself?

sometimes. quite a bit when watching movies or if I mess stuff up

61. Do you sing to yourself?

barely. got a lot of bad experiences with that so i keep my singing to a minimum. my shower is a great listener though

62. Are you a good singer?

I was in a choir for a few years when I went to 'middle school' and I had like one solo part once but other than that I can't really say because I barely ever sing in front of people

66. Do you like long or shor hair?

this question is currently my absolute nemesis.. I've got suuuper duper long hair and have had it ever since elementary school and I used to be super happy with it and sometimes I still am happy with it but other days, depending on where I'm at genderwise, I absolutely hate it and I just want to take the closest scissors and cut it all off... currently haven't had the guts to look for new hair styles though... but in other people? or women more specifically? I love long hair 🥺

71. What makes you nervous?

Or the shorter question: what doesn't make me nervous... I'd say pretty much everything has got the potential to make me nervous. I'm an overthinker, anxiety is a big thing for me and ptsd makes me scared of almost everything. so.. yeah... sucks to be me sometimes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Yes, very

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

I try not to but sadly I sometimes do, even if it's not my place to. I really don't like that part and hope I'll be able to learn not to sometime

74. Are you ticklish?

Yes and I hate it 😭

86. What are you allergic to?

again, easier question: what am I not allergic to... it's... a lot... like, really a lot. with the test on the skin of my arm I reacted to every single substance and the more thorough blood test lead to much of the same result. the absolute worst are birch trees (pitty, love those), then the usual pollen of pretty much every tree or flower, all animals with fur or feathers, dust and... yeah list goes on and on, you get the picture... :/

87. Do you keep a journal?

no.. have tried to multiple times in the past but never made it more than a week... too depressing to write and read... the therapist at the rehab clinic is currently forcing me to try a positivity diary for the millionths time, can't even get that done each day even though I'm doing it on my phone and get notifications to do it each evening...

88. What do your parents do?

making my life hell lol.. okay on a serious note, my father was a car electrician, he's retired by now, my mother is a housewife, she used to work different jobs before her first kid, later on she took care of my grandmother who was suffering from dementia, got some money and retirement points for that too.

89. Do you like your age?

I-... I don't know? it's weird because I both feel a lot younger and a lot older than I am rn....

90. What makes you angry?

another tough question... I actually have anger issues in that way that I'm barely capable of feeling anger... used to be worse but I already worked a lot on it in therapy so there's at least some there now... in the past I simply started to cry and felt overwhelmed by sadness whenever I was supposed to feel anger... so I can't tell very well what makes me angry because I first have to realize that I'm feeling anger or more like should be feeling it....

91. Do you like your own name?

Not really, no, but I guess I finally figured out some reasons why.. I've recently started going by a bit of a different name too but only my closest friends know so far and I'm not sure if I'll be using it irl at all..

96. How did you get your name?

I'm still trying to get my mother to admit that she named me after this song but she keeps denying it.. she's a fan of this band so it would have fit.. but she keeps saying she just liked the name, no long thought process behind it..

my chosen name is a bit of a different story. an ex friend I got to know through yt gave me that nickname almost 10 years ago after I complained that you can't make a shorter nickname out of my birthname and it's also the name of s character I like, especially his voice, and... idk it just feels more gender neutral and I simply feel comfortable with it. it just fit.

100. Color of your room?

same as question 5: Purple 🥰 or... well half the walls are purple, the other half is white

phew... can't believe I made it through all of these....

in case people haven't noticed yet, I'm currently kinda getting back into tumblr? I think I've already stayed a lot longer than any times I tried getting back before. it mostly started because we've got super bad wifi at the clinc I'm at rn and reddit takes up waaayy too much mobile data and... idk, I guess I just missed the vibe of tumblr

I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stick around but we'll see

#ask game #answered #I really really do not have any clue how long this has been sitting in my inbox...#the og post was somewhere around december if I saw that correctly (๑•﹏•)#oopsie...#just hope posting goes through snd my 3 hours of hard work weren't for nothing....#edit; posting worked but tumblr messed up the formating...#I'm not gonna bother fixing that because it's late and I need sleep 😭

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percywinchester27 · 7 years ago

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Tic Tac Toe (Part-19)

Word count: 1.5k

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Warnings: None really

Series Summary: The reader shifts into a new city after being offered a dream job by a big firm. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect after an ugly break-up with a douche-bag Ex. But things turn out not as dreamy as she’d want them to be and the only thing that keeps her smiling is a totally coincidental game of Tic Tac Toe.

A/N: This chapter is a little small, but I’ll post the next one early as compensation ;) Feedback is really, really appreciated!

Beta: My awesome girls @thevioletthourr and @thevioletthourr. I love you guys and I wouldn’t know what to do without you <3

Catch up: Part 1, Tic Tac Toe Masterlist

You saw him get into a taxi and drive away. Truth was, it hurt like a bitch to be away from him, but not having him in your life wasn't even an option. You hadn't been lying, you really were lucky to have him in your life. He was the best damn thing to happen to you.

Reader’s POV:

"Welcome home, Y/N," you muttered, standing at the arrival terminal. This was it, you were finally back.

You barely knew the city, but it was so relieving to finally be here again. It wasn't that you didn't like your hometown or being around your mother. But staying there made you feel uneasy, impatient. There was no reason, but it still made you feel like something was going wrong. Being here, rid you of that feeling.

Maybe it was because you didn't have to live up to anyone else's expectations here, except yours. Or maybe it was because this place made you feel closest to Sam even if he wasn't with you.

"Great!" You groaned when you realized that you were going to have to hail a cab. You lived at least an hour and a half's drive from the airport, and paying for a cab was gonna rid of a considerable amount of cash.

Just when you were wondering if selling a kidney was a viable option to afford living in the damn city till your first paycheck, someone called your name.

You turned around to see Sam's driver aka "His everything" standing behind you.

"Philip!" You smiled. You didn't really know him, but it was good to see a familiar face. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to pick you," he scoffed good-naturedly. "What else do you think?"

"Really?"

"Of course Miss Y/L/N."

"It's Y/N. We've been through this. You call me just Y/N."

"Alright, Just Y/N," he smiled. "How about we get you home."

"That would be great," you smiled.

It never surprised you just how caring Sam was. It was all those little things. He gave you your freedom, never questioned what you were up to, but was still an effortless gentleman, careful about every little detail.

"You aren't one of those ex-marine, I-don't-talk-at-all, cryptic bodyguards are you?" You asked getting into the car in the passenger seat instead of the backseat. You knew, for sure, Sam treated Philip with respect. You could do as much.

"Do you want me to be?" He grinned. He was definitely not that.

"Oh no," you waved, as he started the car. "I just wanted to ask you if I can call you Phil. The cryptic, I-don't-talk-much guy would have said no."

He laughed a full body laugh that reminded you a little of Dean, and just like that you were homesick.

"You can call me Phil. Sam does too."

"Okay," you nodded. "I'm still curious about the ex-marine part."

"Not an ex-marine, but I do know how to aim a gun, Y/N," he looked over at you, effortlessly maneuvering the jaguar in the downtown traffic. "I used to be into pro wrestling at some point though. I thought the muscles gave that away."

"Damn," you swore lightly, noticing the bulging biceps for the first time and he chuckled.

Most of the ride went in light chatter. You asked Phil about all his days in wrestling and clarifying your silly doubts about how authentic it was. He was patient enough to answer all of those, but he also laughed a lot, which made you believe that he might, at least, find you hilarious on some level.

"We're here," he said, coming to a halt in front of your apartment.

"Thanks for the ride Phil. I owe you one," you smiled gratefully.

"Anytime, Y/N. Here," he said handing you a card. "There's my number. If you need anything, anytime just give me a call okay?"

"I'll remember that."

Your room was a bigger mess than you remembered. Every piece of clothing you had owned up until the trip was strewn across the floor, bed, everything. You sighed to yourself, dragging the heavy suitcase with you. At least now you had a sufficient wardrobe here.

The rest of your evening was spent trying to rearrange the small studio apartment you owned. You tidied it up as much as you could, paying attention to every last detail. This was a good way to keep your mind occupied. It was way better than laying in the bed all day, which was exactly what you had been doing back in your mom's house. Which was ironic because lying in the bed now was bringing back that impatience.

Suddenly you sat up bolt in your bed. There was no reason for you to be alone.

The clock read 11:43. It was an indecent time to make a call, but something told you he wouldn't mind. So you reached for the card on the table besides your bed.

00:05

You walked out of the mirrored elevator into the huge foyer, remembering the first time you had been here. Sam had been right next to you. The nostalgia was so overwhelming that you could almost feel him standing right next to you, you could feel the warmth, almost smell the scent. It was maddening. Which was why you completely ignored the door on the opposite side of the foyer and turned to the one besides the elevator.

With baited breath, you rang the bell, counting till 23 before someone opened it.

A sandy haired man with a somewhat annoyed expression opened the door. "Excuse me, lady? Do I know you?"

"Umm no… uhhh yes!" You stuttered. "I'm Y/N."

"Y/N?" He asked, starting to sound more annoyed now.

"I… Well I'm Sam's girlfriend… My name is Y/N. You're Steve right?"

"Oh… Y/N. Right!" He smiled, the annoyance clouding his features dissipating at once. "What's up. C'mon in."

"Oh no," you held up your hands. "I can't possibly intrude at this time. I'm just here to get Sam's number 1 girl, if you don't mind."

Steve laughed. "Of course not. Why don't you call her?"

You gave him what must be a genuinely excited and happy look. "Sophie?" You called. "Sophie, I'm here."

Within a couple of seconds, the huge German Shepherd came bounding out of the living room and right into your arms, drawing the first genuine laugh out of you in days.

"Hey girl!" You chuckled, nuzzling into her fur. "Did you miss me?"

She licked your face all the way from your chin to your hairline, covering it in drool.

"That means 'yes' in dog," Steve commented, making you laugh even more.

"How do you feel about crashing at my place tonight? It's not as monumental as Sam's but you get to have a girls' night," you asked her. Sophie was still licking your face.

You thanked Steve as he handed you Sophie's stuff, and he gave you a wide smile before closing the door. Apparently he was some sort of computer genius who made a lot of money just working from home. Sam had told you he was really lucky that Steve was around.

You called up Phil once more to thank him for making the call that let you into the fortress that was the skyscraper Sam lived in. Somehow it didn't surprise you that he was up at this ungodly hour.

Later, you pulled on Sam's T-shirt and climbed into bed right next to Sophie. Perhaps she was warming up to you more, or she recognized Sam's scent, but she turned to face you and nuzzled closer, making a contented sound in the back of her throat.

"You miss him too, don't you?" you asked, scratching her behind her ear. She rumbled deeply again.

"It's okay," you patted her gently. "We can both miss him together."

As long as Sam wasn't around, you were going to keep Sophie with you. If you were at work, you could ask Steve to look after her, but otherwise, she was your responsibility. You loved her, and it made you feel happier having her around.

"How about we make this a bachelorette pad till the mister returns, huh?" You asked her, and she bumped your nose with hers. It only made you love her more.

It was going to be a new day tomorrow. You were going to have a new team and were more than excited to see Donna again. By the end of the week, Sam would be back too, and things would go back to normal. Only, you had no idea what normal was supposed to be. This was all so new.... the job, the city, the relationship, being so irrevocably in love… everything. But be that as it may, in your heart you knew this was right. This was good.

You hugged an already asleep Sophie closer, catching hold of the silver pendent in the other hand, a soft smile playing on your lips. You were going to be just fine.

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