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*~Murder Movie Madness~* PT 1

A/N: YO! Super excited to finally share this fic with you guys!!!! You get two parts in quick succession and another two tomorrow before the final part on Halloween! Enjoy the fic! Word Count: 2K Pairings: First-year poly minus Ortho and Yuu Warnings: Swearing, Me typing out a country accent

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A dear server friend, @transguydeuce was able to draw art for this! It'll be at the ending of this part and I'm so excited for everyone to see how amazing their art is!!!

Yuu hadn't realized they didn't know of any of the horror movies of Twisted Wonderland, not until their second Halloween was coming up. A choice of movie for reviewing that week during the Film Research club was vetoed. Every other member saying the movie was ‘too scary’.

While the easiest and most obvious answer would be to ask Vil or even Idia for recommendations. They instead went the fun route and invited their Firstie group to a movie madness marathon. Each freshman was tasked with bringing a copy of their favorite horror movie for judgment. By the end of the marathon, they'd all vote on who's movie was scariest. A contest that Yuu wasn't shy on already claiming victory over. Something that had Epel already seething and stating he was going to find a movie so scary that Yuu was going to actually cry during it.

Soon their movie night approached, Ramshackle's lounge area was decked out with spooky and kooky Halloween decoractions. The large square-shaped coffee table filled to the brim with snacks and drinks for the coming marathon. Grim was pacified from wrecking the area in a tantrum, allowed to eat a bit of each snack before making his way to Ignihyde to play whatever games he could whine Idia into letting him try. Yuu always found it funny that the dire beast loved hearing stories and playing video games, but he couldn't stand to sit still for a movie.

Epel, Deuce, and Ace had been first to arrive, bringing more snacks and carrying disks of movies. They all sat around the lounge, waiting for the other three of their group to arrive. Deuce had sat at the disk player, Ace leaned over his back and nitpicking at every little adjustment the other card soldier made to the screen display. Epel placed himself on a floor cushion, already dipping into the bowl of melted marshmallows and chocolate with a graham cracker cookie the Heartslabyul duo had brought as a gift from Trey.

The Pomefiore student threw a smug little smirk over his shoulder at Yuu taking up an entire couch for herself, “The movie ah brought is gonna scare yur pants off. Picked from a list of recommendations from Vil and everythin’. He even gave me money to spring for the best versions an' cuts.”

Yuu smiled from their place, raising an eyebrow and reaching over his head to grab a handful of colorful caramel popcorn, “Says the fucker who made me turn off Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory-”

“That tunnel scene was fucked and ya know it…”

“Still don't know what you're talking about.” Yuu smiled, rolling their eyes and turning away from a fuming Epel laughing under their breath, “I don't know what you're talking about, there wasn't a tunnel in that movie.”

“Stop gaslighting me-” Epel took a breath, calming himself and eating his cookie before it dripped any more of the sticky mixture down his hand. Chewing thoughtfully, Epel pointed at Yuu and spoke when his mouth was clear, “Shut ya whore mouth. Ah asked Vil specifically what were the scariest movies he knew of to make ya eat ya words.”

He shoved the disk container into Yuu's face, explaining the movie plot while she looked at the cover. It was, painfully basic in Yuu's opinion, though they could find little details that made it interesting. The title of ‘Haunting Grounds’ was across the top in a stylized font, a group of stereotypical teens or college kids were all squished onto a couch with various expressions of fear and terror holding bright red party cups. A weird scene but the more Yuu looked at the cover the more they found had been snuck in to show it was a horror film. Blood leaking from under the couch, the slash marks along the back walls, How roughed up the people looked, the ominous figure silhouetted in the center behind the group seen from the illuminated bay window.

Epel tapped at the case, black painted nails tapping at an out-of-place red dot in the corner of the cover, “With the extra funds Vil gave me, Ah was even able to get the immersive copy. We gotta watch it first and really get the scene set for the rest of them.”

“Gotta set dress for a shit show, huh?”

Sebek, Jack, and Ortho arrived to the scene of Epel and Yuu rolling around on the floor fighting, the two smaller freshmen spitting insults at each other. Soon, everyone was seated and picking at the spread of snacks while Deuce gave the disk player a final check as he prepared each movie to play back to back so that no one would have to get up.

Ortho held out his hand, smiling with his eyes toward Epel, “Epel Felimer, may I see the disk case you brought? I wish to look at the reviews for the movies tonight!”

With the case in hand, Ortho had only just loaded the movie overview before his eyes caught the red dot at the corner of the case. His eyes widen, stuttering slightly, “O-oh! Epel Felimer, I don't have an issue with it but have the others agreed to engage in such an experience?”

“Huh?” Seeing Ortho hold up the case and point to the dot he smirked once again. “Oh yeah. Don't worry. Ah got the green light from Vil on how good this movie is. The immersion feature is just to scare us a bit more.”

“...” Ortho's brows furrowed down, an air of seriousness so deadly it made everyone around the couch pause, “Epel Feilmer, a pink dot is immersive, a red dot means interactive.”

“...Fuck.” Epel whipped back around, a knee braced against the coffee table as he tried to pull Deuce back, “DEUCE, WAIT-”

“Huh-” Deuce had turned around, his questioning tone cut short as his finger pressed the play button and the room went dark.

As their eyes suddenly snapped open, Yuu was painfully aware that the sun fucking hurt to look at, “Oh God, the fuck? It's like 8pm, why is the sun out-where am I? Hello!?”

They looked around in disbelief, Sage Island was just dipping into Fall, leaves turning crunchy and temperatures dropping by the day. Instead, they found themselves in lush summer grasses, tall and leafy trees in almost nauseatingly hot air. They look down, seeing their comfortable fall loungewear replaced by a simple V-neck tucked into denim capri pants and sneakers. Feeling something against their skin, they pulled a necklace tucked under their shirt out to find a heart-shaped locket with a photo of a completely different woman with an older man.

“What the fuck…?”

“YUU!? CAN YOU HEAR ME!?”

“Ace!?”

The woods weren't as big as they had seemed. Only a few steps and they found Ace and Sebek standing in a clearing, the other freshmen looking just as confused and in different clothes as well.

Ace was dressed sensibly, minus the open-toed sandals and layered top of a plain t-shirt and a comedically printed unbuttoned shirt. A baseball cap with several pins on it was a few feet away, no doubt supposed to be Ace’s.

Sebek…was in a sweater vest. The argyle top seemed to be too small yet fit him perfectly, he even had a little bowtie. Paired with pressed khaki shorts, matching knee socks and hiking boots, Yuu had to physically stop themselves from giving the half-fae a wedgie and demanding whatever money he had on his person.

The half-fae was awkward, standing as though he knew if he moved too fast the clothing would rip apart at its seams, “...This feels tight. I can tell it's not but it feels tight.”

Yuu placed a hand over their mouth but removed it to speak, “I wanna beat you up so bad right now.”

“I think I'd let you…”

Ace was looking around the treeline, hoping to spot another one of their group, “Juice!? Epel!? Jack!? You guys ok!?”

A familiar hulking figure comes from the bush. Jack was in a striped tank top, cargo shorts, hiking boots, and a varsity jacket tied around his waist. The closer he got, Yuu was able to see he had leather bracelets on each wrist and big gaudy ring on his right hand.

Ace looked at his boyfriend confused, pointing to something in his hands, “Where the fuck did you get a football?”

Jack looked down, only now seeming to realize he had a football in hand, “I…I don't…know…” He turned and threw the ball away, opening his mouth to speak only for everyone to jolt at the sound of Epel yelling in pain.

Sebek was already halfway through the trees, Jack hot on his heels with Yuu and Ace close behind, “Epel! Remain where you are! We are coming to you!”

The country boy was on the ground, the football beside him as he groaned and held his hands over his face. Sebek reached him first but stood back, a faint blush on his cheeks.

Jack stopped short too, looking at Epel's outfit with confused eyes, “O-oh…”

Epel glared at his boyfriends, standing up of his own accord as Ace and Yuu arrived to the other clearing, “Yeah, no, Ah'm fine. Ah'll get my own damn self up. Just got hit in the damn eyes with a ball and-...”

Yuu covered their mouth again, trying to fight the laughter struggling to escape them. Epel was basically in a bikini of an outfit. A small, brightly colored halter top that showed off his midriff, stark white booty shorts that had a rhinestone decal of a butterfly, and slightly heeled strappy sandals. Yuu also couldn't help but notice he even had a few thick metal bangles on.

“...” Epel gestured to himself, his voice coming out so loudly and angry that it was almost impossible to tell what he had just screamed, “WHO CHANGED ME INTO THIS!?”

Ace shrugged, looking Epel up and down with a slight smile, “I mean, it’s not bad.” ��My damn ass is hanging out!” Epel tried to pull the shorts down, growing more frustrated as the shorts either showed more of the top bands of a thong he was wearing or pulling them up to have the bottom of his asschecks exposed

Jack tilted his head a bit, his ears pivoting around before he turned his head away, “I mean- Wait, I hear Deuce.”

“Where is he?”

“Guys!?” A rustle from bushes pulls their attention, the spade soldier walking out of the brush and into the clearing while pulling leaves out of his hair.

Deuce was in loose jean shorts, the edges frayed and a nearly see-through white button-up that was opened enough to show off his collarbones and top of his pecs. As he walked closer, Yuu noted that his skin was glistening and he had on a shark tooth necklace.

He was wiping at his exposed forearms and legs, a look of disgust on his face at the feeling on his skin, “I’m…I’m like oiled up. Is anyone else covered in oil? Why am I covered in oil?”

Sebek huffed lightly, gesturing to everyone else’s clothing before pointing at his own, “Why am I dressed this way but you all have decent wear for the environment?”

Epel scowled toward the taller boy, “Decent?”

Jack’s ears folded back, turning back to the group with a look of worry on his face, “I can’t hear Ortho.”

… The group descended back into a momentary panic, each of them breaking off into the woods screaming out for their last lost member.

They were on an island. At the very least it was in the middle of a lake and not an ocean like Ace had feared before Jack and Sebek were able to point out faint buildings in the distance. Epel had pointed out a boat speeding away from the island at a different shore. Running over (Epel annoyingly managing to nearly trip over every exposed root) they all shouted and tried to wave down an old man scowling at them to turn back around. He yelled back at them, shaking his hook hand at them, “I WARNED YA! I WARNED YA! I HOPE YUR CURSED JUST LIKE HE WAS!”

“COME BACK !?” Yuu sighed, holding their hands up to the sky as if to question the heavens, “Why the fuck are we here if this place is cursed!? Epel, your movie sucks!”

“Don't ya fucking blame this shit on me, ya COW-”

Jack’s ears were pressed to his head, dread starting to fill the other firsties while Epel and Yuu fought in the sand beside them, “Oh Seven, we’re in the movie…”

LOOK AT THIS! I love how they draw so much and Im so happy I got them to draw the firstie's outfits. Just imagine them in these the whole time honestly.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #yuu oc #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #ortho shroud #sebek zigvolt #twst first years #first year poly

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decaffinatedfrog · 2 years ago

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In his eyes PT 7

Joel Miller fanfic

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Tlou

Summary: When your sister and her husband died, your left in charge of your niece. What happens when you encounter a man and another teen on a quick supply run?

PT.1 PT.2 PT.3 PT.4 PT.5 PT.6

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It had been a while since you got a good rest. Usually you're the first person to be up and getting things going but your going through a tough moment. A few months ago you injured yourself after running away from clickers at night. It confirmed your suspicion that raiders had been in this town recently but you just weren't sure how close they were to you. The aches on your body were strong enough for you to groan as you stood up, but not loud enough to wake up Sarah, who was curled next to you. You made your way outside to get some air and enjoy the pretty show of stars. Lost in your thoughts, and in the show of stars, you still managed to hear Joel approach you.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning" he quietly said standing next to you. Your heart clenched at those words you knew were coming, but it felt nice to have someone there. The silence was loud, it was hurting you. "I've got some things you can take" was all you said before both of you walked back down.

Joel was double checking his pack when you walked over to him with the pack you made him. "Here" you said as you gave them to him. "It's a bit hard for us to carry all these things, I think you guys can make better use for it" you continued to explain.

"Thank you" he quietly mumbled. He graciously took the packs from you, making room in their backpacks to carry. Sitting next to him, you felt comfortable. No tension, no urge, just calm. "What's next for you?" he asked, breaking the silence. "I honestly do not know. I've been to a town over, found a place near a lake but I'm still a bit hurt and wont be able to travel far " you explained, playing with your fingers.

Joel's' mind instantly ran to the thought of him kicking you off of Ellie and hurting you. "How about you guys?" you asked back. He then told you about his brother in Wyoming and how they planned to get there. Joel thought about asking you to join them but he didn't even know where he was going to go exactly or what was next.

"Thank you for letting me rest. I've been scouting for the last couple weeks. Found raiders and clickers, both times I got hurt. I can't express how thankful I am for you guys sparing my life" you said quietly.

Watching you crawl to Sarah was one of the most horrific things he's seen in all his years. It hit too close to home. Is that what Tommy saw as he crawled to his Sarah? The cries you let out were worse than hearing someone get hurt.

Joel stayed quiet. He wasn't sure how to respond.

You said your good nights and fell asleep..

Next morning.

You stood at the doorway with Sarah, watching Joel and Ellie getting ready to walk away. Your heart felt a little empty, but it was for the best. Missing the touch of humanity. From the corner of your eye, you could see Sarah being fidgety, but she' probably feeling the same right now.

"Ellie invited us to go with them y/n' "Sarah, I don't think that's a good idea. "

"I hate it here. I hate this life we carry. Its unfair to me, all we do is sit in one place and then leave when we get too comfortable. If you don't want to go, ill go. Everyone we love died because you couldn't keep them safe. I don't want to be the next one to die because of you!" you gasped in horror of the words that came out of her mouth. Where did all of these words full of hatred come from? Your throat started to burn but you wouldn't let the tears fall. Joel looked away but Ellie watched it all unfold in front of her.

"don't you dare mention them to me. I have done nothing but kept you safe for all these years. Do you need me to remind you of what happened a couple days ago? You couldn't even run. You're not going and that's final!" you yelled back "You're not my mom. You don't get to make these choices for me anymore. How are you going to keep me alive with your bad knee and back? that's right, you wont. " said Sarah as she ran to get her stuff. You looked at Joel and Ellie.

Joel was scolding Ellie for inviting Sarah with them, but in a second Sarah was already next to them. She looked back at you with anger in her eyes but you didn't know what to do. "I won't be here if you come back, Sarah" you yelled to her as she walked away. It was all you could say. You were too hurt to say anything else.

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A/N Hi everyone, thank you for reading! New chapter will be up 05-12-2023

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller angst #tlou hbo #joel miller x you #ellie williams #oc tlou

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gyusbambi · 4 years ago

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humph; han seojun (pt 4)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5

click here for humph masterlist!

story: frenemies to enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis: seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

note: humph! is a story inspired by pentagon’s “humph! / 접근��지”. originally, this is a seungyeon fanfiction, which i posted on my wattpad. words: 3.8k

to claim that the cupid-team is surprised to witness han seojun getting along with his long term frenemy would be an absolute understatement. in fact, they seem completely and utterly dumbfounded as they watch you both laugh at a joke seojun pulled in the middle of the bus ride back home. needless to say, the childhood friends tease each other now and then like they’re used to it, this time without hurting any feelings. all of these observations, including the fact that you decided to sit next to each other in the bus, lead to several assumptions and without you knowing, rumors start to develop.

for whatever reason, neither you nor seojun are aware of the gossip regarding both of you. perhaps it’s thanks to kim chorong, who’s apparently really skilled at being inconspicuous.

it’s been one day since you arrived home and you find yourself sleeping in till two pm on a saturday.

seriously, you should fix your chaotic sleeping schedule.

when you finally leave your room to get some food into your stomach, dressed in your favorite hoodie and sweatpants, your mum and juyeong are already eating lunch. like expected, they give you a quick judging look without interrupting their conversation. while you’re putting some rice in a bowl they talk about juyeong’s crush on some girl. soon their conversation moves to something related to seojun, and that's when you suddenly pay attention instead of playing with the cold food on your plate.

"y/n, is seojun’s mother in a better condition now?"

instantly you look up to react to your mum’s question. instead of looking at you, she puts more vegetables on juyeong’s table,

"it's been a few days since i last visited her, maybe i should do it again soon. i really hope she gets better."

"what are you talking about?"

"seojun hyung's mum is in hospital." juyeong answers, his mouth stuffed with food while pushing the vegetables away with a scrunched face.

"what?"

"hasn't he told you about his mum? i thought you guys would tell each other everything." my mum questioned with a small pout forming on her lips, finally meeting your worried eyes.

"they broke up.", your annoying brother fails the attempt to whisper.

"we're not together!"

displeased, you hiss at your brother, voice getting higher.

"you guys act like a married couple sometimes. it's annoying."

"shut up!"

"both of you stop now." your mother sighs while her hands move in the air in attempt to stop you from attacking your own brother.

"seojun’s mum is seriously sick and i'm going to visit her tomorrow morning. y/n, maybe you should do too? or talk to him a little since he's probably not doing so well."

"i will."

feeling upset that you’re just finding out about seojun’s mother’s condition, you can’t stop thinking about it for the whole day. besides that, you are worried and consider visiting them the next day.

even though their house is quite near to yours, you have to go through the dangerous part of your quarter. as you make your way to the han’s, your hand moves to your right pocket to grab the pocketknife, which seojun gifted you in your freshman year of high school. for defense reasons, he said.

"you need to be careful when you're walking down this street. here, have this."

however, instead of seeing a group of dangerous men, you spot han seojun himself, walking towards your direction with hands in his pocket. thinking of a casual way of greeting him, you clear your throat before taking a few steps forwards in order to greet him,

"hey!”

"hey, what are you doing here?"

surprised to see you in this area, seojun raises his eyebrows.

"well, i actually wanted to visit- what the hell happened to your face?"

rapidly, you interrupt yourself when the boy is finally close enough for you to spot the multiple bruises on his pale skin. this causes you take a few steps forward and reach for his cheek instantly, worry written all over your face.

he looks horrible. bruises all over his face, lip bleeding, knuckles visibly red.

seojun catches glimpse of your worried eyes and feels embarrassed for you to find him at this state. instead of making the attempt to explain the situation, he grabs your hand which rests on his cheek. the touch of your warm and soft hand causes a pressure building in this chest. seojun doesn’t dare to take his eyes off of yours.

suddenly your cheeks feel like they’re turning into the shade of a tomato. besides that, your heart starts acting all weird when you catch glimpse of his intense eyes.

"what happened?" you question once again, this time with even more concern.

"it's not important-"

"did you get into a fight?"

"that bastard lee seungyong was getting on my nerves again, it's not important." he sighs after running his hand through his hair.

"alright. come on, we need to clean those bruises before they get worse." you mutter after grabbing his right arm and pulling him towards your house.

seojun hisses with a painful expression as you attempt to clean the awful wounds on his cheeks. with a concentrated look crossing over your face, you focus on the terrible cut. however, you impatiently drop your hand on your lap when seojun can’t seem to stop moving, an annoyed sigh followed after.

“could you stop moving the whole time? i’m trying to do something here.”,

positioning yourself closer to the boy sitting on the edge of your bed, you’re ready to treat his wounds for the third time. seojun only grins playfully despite the painful bruises,

“look at you acting like a doctor.”

ignoring his comment, you raise your hand once again to reach for his chin. fingers brushing on his skin, you are able to focus. this time seojun doesn’t flinch. quite the contrary, he’s like frozen on spot. the only thing he seems to be able to focus on are your features.

nothing but silence dominates your room as you decide to clean the cut on his bottom lip. you fingers brushing over his soft lip, eyes completely focused on them, the poor boy’s heart is about to explode in front of you. he internally thanks to god that you don’t notice his chest rising up and down or his ears turning into a darker shade of red. breath taken away, his eyes linger on your lips, blinking frequently.

yet, his relief only lasts for a couple seconds when the silence eventually makes you look up to seojun, only to find him already staring at you, eyes gazing at your lips.

not aware of your slightly surprised eyes, he continues staring. clearly, your bodies are almost attached to each other. not to mention, you leaned in a little earlier, grip on his shoulder to prevent him from moving. the young boy practically prays that you won’t hear his heart racing in his chest.

aren’t you even a little nervous? it almost makes him annoyed how the closeness doesn’t seem to bother you at all.

little does he know that you feel the exact same way. in fact, you’re so bothered by the butterflies in your stomach that you suddenly wish that he would just continue making dumb jokes or rude comments.

pulling your hand away from his shoulder in a swift move, you blink. still, you’re not able to look away which seems so stupid and unbelievably odd.

seconds after you catch glimpse of his hand getting closer to yours but that isn’t enough for you to look away.

why would someone look attractive with a beaten face? that doesn't make any sense.

seeing him in this state, bruises, messy hair, intense gaze, flushed face, makes you want to hug him, ask him what was wrong, tell him you were here for him.

however, right when you think he is going to say something or reach for your hand and hold it...

"guess who just ate two big delicious menus-"

juyeong.

the second your brother lays eyes on seojun sitting super close to you, his eyes widen in horror.

"o-oh adult business, i get it. i'll leave now. bye, hyung!"

yet, of course, before leaving your room he doesn’t miss the chance to make gagging noises.

"and y/n, sadly, there wasn't enough food for you."

his fake pout makes you want to throw your slipper at him but you just close your eyes for a second and exhale, trying to remain calm.

seojun only chuckles with amusement.

"mum! y/n and seojun hyung are a couple again. can she move out now?"

juyeong’s annoying voice can be heard all the way too my room. embarrassed, you glance at seojun, who is obviously trying to hold in his laugh.

"i'm sorry for my brother."

"you don't need to be."

"a-anyways, are you better now? i mean your bruises?" you stammer while pointing at his face, wanting to ignore what just happened.

"yeah, a lot better. thank you."

he trails off, eyes darting through the room,

"i-i should probably leave now."

right, your stupid self forgot to ask him about his mum.

"i heard about your mum. i hope she's doing better?"

“thankfully, she is. it's a little difficult for us but we’re going through this."

“hopefully she’ll feel better soon. i’m sure you’re taking good care of her,”

you’re always like that. caring about others more than yourself.

“if you need anything, i’m here.”

he smiles genuinely, “thank you.“

and that's when he leaves.

the sun shines outside the next day. but instead of going out and enjoying the nice weather like other normal people, you lay on your bed while thinking about the previous day. strangely, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way seojun made you feel.

why did your heart race? why were you left speechless?

in the corner of your mind, there’s been an explanation for your weird feelings for your childhood friend. although, you’ve always tried to ignore it and distract yourself.

but now, thinking about all the times seojun made your heart flutter, it just made sense.

you like him.

“no!”

with widen eyes you swiftly stand up, not believing yourself.

it couldn’t be, right? everyone feels this way to their friend at some point of their friendship, no?

but the thing is: you’ve been feeling like this the whole time.

letting yourself fall on your bed, you scream into your pillow.

you like han seojun.

and there’s no way your former frenemy likes you back.

it’s another school morning as you walk into your class. this time however, you’re nervous to enter the room. after all, you’ll have to be around the one person you now feel nervous talking to. what if he notices your odd behavior. praying that he won’t approach you in a way that made your heart flutter, you eventually enter the classroom.

however, it seems like the universe is making fun of you when you’re met with something hundred times worse the moment you step into the room. instantly, all eyes land on you and all you hear are cheers and screams from your classmates,

“congratulations on dating, y/n and seojun!”

“you’re so cute together!”

“y/n and seojun sitting on a tree!”

at the sight of chorong and his group wearing t-shirts with your shipname printed on them, your eyes widen in horror. they think you’re dating han seojun?!

“why didn’t you tell me anything? i’m your close friend after all!”

sua pouts, hitting your arm playfully while your eyes are still glued on the ridiculous t-shirts.

“is it true, y/n?”,

from the corner of your eye you see soojin giving you a teasing smile.

“listen, guys. there has been a huge misunderstanding.”,

when you can finally focus on your friends, who surround you with curious looks, han seojun enters the classroom, completely unaware of what’s happening right now.

the young boy frowns at chorong after setting his bag on his table. yet soon his confused face changes to a shocked one, as he eventually notices the t-shirts, everyone congratulating him with cheerful laughter.

turning his head to you, he notices your helpless look while you tilt your head to the side. totally surprised by everything, seojun has no clue how to act at the beginning.

finally, both of you manage to stand in front of the class, facing your classmates as they continue asking several questions,

“since when have you been dating?”

“no way! did anything happen during the school trip?”

“tell us the truth!”

frustrated, you move your hands in the air, trying to speak with a loud tone so that everyone can understand you,

“i don’t know how you came up with this rumor but seojun and me are only friends, okay?”

hearing your statement, everyone groans at the same time, not believing you at all,

“it’s so obvious! just tell us the truth.”

letting out a sigh, you turn your head to face seojun with an annoyed look,

“could you at least say something?”

however, seojun only raises his eyebrows before taking his hands out of his pockets,

“would you hate it that much?”

his sentence makes you frown and multiple questions appear in your head. not quite understanding his point, you continue staring at him with furrowed eyebrows before he finally slams his hand on the desk in front of him, catching everyone’s attention,

“you guys better stop spreading all those rumors around. she’s only my friend...,”

disappointed, many students groan before going back to their seats while others still don’t seem to believe seojun and shake their heads in denial.

seojun bends down to your height so that his face is only a few inches apart from yours before whispering with one eyebrow raised,

“...right?”

nervously you blink, sadness starting to grow inside you after hearing his words. of course, he only considers you as his friend. there’s no way he would see you as something more.

friday nights are always the same for you: watching your current favorite tv show while snacking on whatever you have at home. whereas other people from your grade probably club somewhere.

that night your phone rings and an unknown number appears on the screen. thinking it’s a stupid prank, you pick it up with an annoyed sigh.

"hello?"

"hello. is this y/n?"

"yes. who am i talking to?"

there is a short silence before the unknown person starts talking again,

"look, i work at this club near your neighborhood and this dude randomly passed out here. i found your number on his phone so i thought of calling you. can you maybe come and get him? he's seriously wasted a– dude, what the hell, stop spilling all the drinks!"

"i'm sorry but who are you talking about?"

you heard the unknown man mumble before answering, "seojung? seung- seojun?"

"han seojun?"

"yes! that's his name."

a short silence takes over when you sit up in shock.

"so, are you coming?"

you sigh before replying, "i need the adress.”

the moment you enter that club, you want to return to your house. many people dance on the dance floor, totally wasted. everyone is pressing their bodies against each other's. the loud music makes you feel even more uncomfortable. you look around and let out a relieved sigh when you find a bartender with a phone on his hand.

"hello, i'm here for seojun. the guy who–"

"hey, finally! he's right here."

you follow the man to the other side of the club, where people are sitting on the couches and drinks were sold every minute. it doesn’t take you long to spot seojun sitting on the couch. his eyes are closed but his head is swinging from left to right. you can’t believe your eyes. you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen him in a state like this ever before.

"don't worry. your boyfriend didn't hook up with anyone." the bartender next to you said.

"he's not my boyfriend."

"what are you then?"

"i'm his..." you trail off before answering,

"neighbor! i’m his neighbor!"

seojun shouldn't know that you came to pick him up at this time.

without waiting any longer, you help seojun getting up and wrap his arm around your shoulder. before leaving the club, the bartender reaches you seojun’s phone and makes sure to call a taxi. after thanking him you leave with seojun’s heavy body.

while waiting for the taxi to arrive, seojun keeps rambling stupid things you can’t understand. it’s getting harder for you to stand with him by yourself every minute, so you decide to sit on the bench with him, which is a couple steps away from the bus station.

you let out an exhausted sigh after sitting down and then turn your head towards him. suddenly you grab his face and make him look at you. he smiles like an idiot after you brush his bangs away from his forehead. his cheeks are extremely red, his lips pouting slightly and his eyes struggling not to close. your cold hands hold his warm, soft cheeks while you analyze his expressions. you have to admit: seojun looks cute.

after a few seconds he suddenly frowns. he narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the side slightly, looks you up and down considerately before asking,

"who are you?"

“you don't know who i am?"

"hmmm..." he rubs his chin carefully, acting like he’s solving a mystery,

"no."

"good."

"you're telling me that that's fine?" seojun giggles and covers his mouth.

"yes, absolutely."

"alright! i'm han seojun. who are you?" he stretches his hand out for you to shake.

"does that matter?”

“of course! who are you, young lady?”

"that's not important right now. what matters is that you're extremely drunk. what were you doing here?"

"you're rude!" he pouts and crosses his arms,

"you won't even tell me your name."

"why are you acting so childish?"

"i-i don't know."

"never mind. that's fine."

"really?!"

"yeah, you're good."

you notice how his lips form a small smile,

"you're nice and then rude and then nice and then- you remind me of someone you know?"

yes, that's you.

"my friend y/n."

"oh, really?" you sarcastically laugh.

"yeah! she's like you. but prettier. like so much prettier. she’s pretty."

"that doesn't even make sense."

"huh?" seojun asks confused.

oh no, why do you have to be so cute.

"actually, it’s hard for me to be her friend." suddenly he’s all sad,

"sometimes i cross the line and don’t know my limits. but she's so dumb and stubborn!"

"and why is that?” frowning, you cross your arms in front of your chest, waiting for his response.

he only sighs with tiredness, "never mind–"

and then he falls asleep on your shoulder.

finally you arrive at seojun’s house and fortunately all the lights are out. with his heavy body pressing to your small one, you struggle to carry him up the stairs. quietly, the door is opened by you before seojun falls into his bed. your head starts hurting, which makes you sit down next to him and massage your temples. however, you help seojun standing up and carry him to the bathroom carefully, in order to wash his face. he lets you take off his jacket and his shoes. finally he lays down on his back, with his face facing the ceiling.

"don't lie on your back." you demand.

"hm?" seojun’s eyes are firmly closed when he mutters with tiredness.

"lie on your side." you pull his body to the side, so that he could face you.

definitely, his facials expressions change. his lips are no longer pouted, his eyes extremely tired, his cheeks pale. from analyzing his face once again, you fail to notice him staring at you with his eyebrows drawn together. soon his confused expression changes to a sad one when you cover his body with his bed sheets.

"i'm sorry." seojun mutters suddenly. you expect him to continue, as he grabs both of your hands and slightly pulls you closer to him. a shiver goes down your spine.

"y/n, you deserve better."

he knows it’s you?

"i know i treated badly but i need you."

his eyes are barely opened, his words barely understandable. your hands start shivering as his grip tightens.

"i-i should go."

"no! please stay here." he rambles drunkly.

you decide to stay a little longer, just until he would fall asleep and hopefully forget everything that has happened this night.

“i mi..."

you aren’t able to understand his quiet mumbling, so you lean in a little,

“what did you say?"

“i miss y/n."

silence takes over the room before you finally reply,

“i missed you too, seojun-ah.”

your words make him open his eyes immediately. with a surprised face he tilts his head slightly and narrows his eyes,

"y/n?"

instead of saying anything, you hold his hand while he’s still questioning your identity. all of the sudden his hands leave yours to grab your face. without waiting too long he pulls your face closer to his. instantly, your eyes widen when you notice the small gap between your noses. intensively, he looks into your eyes. so many emotions can be read from his look, yet you can’t figure out what he‘s feeling exactly. they have the most beautiful brown color you have ever seen. so deep, that you could get lost in them. only seconds pass, but it still feels like you were staring at each other for an eternity. you can even feel his soft breath on your face, which causes your ears to turn a dark shade of crimson.

seojun then glances at your lips before looking back into your eyes again. without waiting any longer he presses your lips together, one hand holding your cheek while the other grabs your waist. you let out a small gasp, your eyes remain closed, your whole body frozen. is this really happening?

when you’re finally able to kiss him back and hold firmly into his shoulders, he tilts your head, deepening the kiss. you feel your heart beating thousand times faster, almost exploding in your chest, as his soft lips press against yours. your face is glowing when you eventually wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, unable to resist the warm feeling. without doubt, you are sure that you've never felt something like this before.

seojun slowly pulls back when he feels your fingers softly tugging at his hair, leaving a small gap between your lips. you feel his breath on your face when he hums something before his lips meet yours for the second time, not giving you enough time to open your eyes,

“hmm, strawberries.”

feeling his lips forming a small smile, your heart is about to explode in your chest. seojun was insanly drunk but clearly enjoys the taste of strawberry lip balm, brushing his thumb over your cheek softly.

soon you break the kiss only to find seojun falling asleep on his bed seconds later. not believing what just happened you stare at him, admiring his features before panic takes over you and you rush out of his house.

would he remember any of this tomorrow?

to be continued...

(p.s: sorry for making you wait for so long🥺)

#han seojun #seojun #humph #true beauty #hwang inyeop #han seojun imagine #han seojun imagines #han seojun x reader #han seojun fluff #seojun x reader #seojun fluff #seojun imagine #seojun imagines #scenarios #fanfiction

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tipsylorie · 3 years ago

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Dream Project Pt. 3 {title in progress}

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: Hola everyone, here is part 3 but not yet proof-read. I hope you will like it nevertheless...

Word Count: 2.7K

THE NEXT DAY

Liviana drove herself to office due to the driver’s message early in the morning that says he will be late because of an emergency. Upon arriving the buildings parking lot, instead of her driver, it was her assistant who was waiting with a worried look.

“Why the long face baby boy?” This is the thought that has been running through Liv’s mind when she saw her assistant, and this made her laugh. It took a while for her to compose herself so with a long face, she just remarks as she exits the car, “Why the sad face Jer?”

“Why are you laughing though?” Jayceon asked with a growing grin, but Liv just dismissed it by saying ‘nothing’. So he continues to inform his boss, “It turns out that your driver for today had to rush her wife to hospital earlier so there won’t be anyone to drive you.”

“This won’t do, I have to get these cakes delivered and to check the situation in Paradigmia.” Liv said with worry written all over her face but then she suddenly smiles, “You do have a license, right?” She asked the young man who responses with a nod. “Then you’ll drive. I just have to get some materials in my office.”

Jayceon sees Liviana walking towards the car and anxious on how his driving should be. Because the only one who he was able to drive are his friends. Heck, his parents don’t even know that he can since he has always been provided with a driver and an assistant. It didn’t help either when Liv chose to seat beside him after she arranged the materials and cakes at the back seat. “Why are you sitting here instead of over there?” Jayceon nervously asked as he points to the back seat diagonal to the driver’s seat as where bosses should sit according to some according to etiquette.

“Well, I am not really used to passenger seat being vacant. Don’t worry Jer, this is perfectly normal and please just treat me more as your friend instead of your boss. It will be more comfortable that way.” Liv informed her assistant.

Jayceon smiles as he was happy hearing how humble his business partner is, so he proceeded saying, “Ok then Liv, buckle up and enjoy the ride!”

It was an internal chaos in Jayceons mind since he doesn’t really want to go to his habit of over speeding and to scare Liviana however his childhood acting lessons had paid off since he was able to act composed and relaxed while he’s driving his temporary boss. Okay, so if you’re wondering about Jayce’s early life, his mother well like all Asian mothers are, enrolled him in all extracurricular activities she could come across. Therefore, ever since in the age of 4 he had already experienced EVERYTHING, from sports to performing arts.

Upon arriving to the Academy’s main branch, Liv immediately went to her friend Anne’s office. “Annie! Been so long, I made you some cupcakes!” She enthusiastically greeted her friend.

Anne was a little bit puzzled by the sudden visit, “What’s up? Why the cupcakes?” She asked. However, Liv just gave her a questioning look as a response and it only dawned on her that it was their friend’s birthday. So, the look at her face was so funny as if she experienced horror while saying, “OH MY GOSH! How could I forget?”

“Don’t worry Anne. Just message her later or maybe give her a visit after your working hours. It’s just a 30-minute ride so… It’s up to you.”

“Well, if it is up to me, I will just take a half day off and go to her but yeah cannot do that because my boss would be mad.”

“Ha, I know what you’re trying to do, well just so y’know as your boss I would totally not mind however I know how keen you are with your work so I reckon that you will finish today’s job and just go to her later after working hours.” Liv said the last words with a tap on Anne’s shoulder then left her office.

As they left, Anne just snickered on how her long-time friend never failed to read her like an open book.

On their way to Paradigmia, they stopped at a gas station since Jayceon found the need to pee. So Liviana just waited in the car. Jayce always has the impulse to buy something since he finds this satisfying. When he was about to pay, only then he realised that he left his wallet in the car’s compartment that is in between the driver’s seat and passenger seat. So, he hurriedly opened Liv’s door side in a rush, and tried to open the compartment and reached it and however this fell on the backside and without thinking Jayce climbed on top of Liv and once he reached his wallet he exclaimed, “Yes! Finally got it!”

This woke Liv up and her eyes widened in surprise. Jayceon just froze and stared to her eyes, and he had the urge to gulp just to somehow slow the rapid beating of his heart. To snap him back to reality, Liv asked, “What are you doing?” in a concerned voice and was trying hard not to jump to conclusion since as far as she knows, the guy in front of her was gay.

Jayce or in Liv’s perspective, Jer stepped back to not cause any alarm and calmly said, “I was just trying to reach for my wallet,” showed the wallet in his hand, “because I have items waiting in the counter of that 7-Eleven.” He pointed to the convenience store in the side of the car.

“Oh okay, but you know you could’ve used the other door, right?” Liv asked genuinely.

“I didn’t think of that earlier since I was in a rush. I am so sorry about that.” Jayce apologised. “I promise it won’t happened ever again!” He subconsciously emphasised as his eyes asked for forgiveness.

In Liv’s perspective, she cannot stay mad to this adorable guy in front of her. “Fine, just never ever do that again to me or to anyone ever again.” She informed her employee.

“Pinky swear! Brb just gonna pay for those food! Thank you, Liv!”

As Jayce ran back to the convenience store, Liv thought it was really odd for Jer to stare at her like that. However, she just dismisses this immediately and went back to her nap since she knows it will be a long day in Paradigmia.

“Hey,” Jayce said as he tapped Liv’s shoulder when he sat at the driver’s seat. “You want some peanuts? It’ll help to lessen your sleeping.”

Liv slowly opened her eyes and looked at the bag of peanut he was holding, “Yes, that would be great.”

As Jayce prepped himself to drive, he asked a last question, “What did you do last night that made you this tired today?”

“Well obviously the cake made me use all my remaining energy last night. I don’t know maybe I had a tiring dream.”

“You also believe that? Despite not remembering the dream?” He asked and she just nodded with a faint smile as a response. “So glad that I am not the only one.”

After few more minutes they finally arrived to the apartment of Julie. Liv asked Jayceon to grab the balloons she prepared at the backseat. “You had balloons? Why haven’t I seen it?” He asked in amusement. “Well, maybe I unintentionally intentionally hid it?” This just made the pair chuckle as the guy grabbed the balloons, the lady handled the cakes.

“After centuries you’re finally here!” Liv’s best friend, Julie exclaimed as she hugged her while holding the cakes.

“Careful! My masterpiece!” Liv yelled.

“Sorry but that will not even last a day in this household.” Julie rebuked. This resulted to the three of them laughing.

“Did Anne tell you she’ll be here later?” Liv asked her good friend.

“Yeah, she felt so guilty of almost forgetting and thanked God when you thought of leaving some of your wonderful cupcakes in her office and she has time to prepare.” Julie nonchalantly informed Liv.

“So, what do you prefer, stay here while we wait for her or let’s head now to the hotel I already booked for tonight?” Liv asked.

Julie replied after some thinking, “Well, I think my family will still visit here shortly to give cakes and such, so maybe wait for Anne in here.”

With Julie’s response, Liv faced her assistant and informed him, “So, if you want to take a rest you can go to the hotel first. I am sending you know the voucher for your room, and by just showing this to the reception, I think you’ll be assisted to your room immediately. Just leave the car and keys since we really do not plan to get wasted so I’ll just drive us there and I’ll just let you know once we arrived there. Is that okay?”

As Liviana is explaining her proposition, Jayceon cannot help but take notice on how she always has the tendency to worry about everyone around her ergo, planning everything tediously beforehand. He admires this but at the same time feel sorry for her since she has the kind of person who loves to smile despite the truth that deep inside, she is already drowning. He can see this because she tries so hard every single time as if it is always her life on the line. He wishes that somehow he can help her to loosen up a bit and be true of what she truly feels. (A/N: Jayceon has taken a lot of Psychology modules in undergrad as a hobby that made him enjoy analysing human behaviour and Liviana has been one of the most interesting person he has met.) So after listening to Liv, he answered, “Yep, sure thing! That all sound great! So I guess, see you tomorrow?”

“Yes, Jer see ya! Thank you for the help. Ooh I almost forgot, I also set aside these cupcakes for you.” Liviana said as she gave the 3 pieces cupcakes in a sealed tray.

“Thank you Liv! Really appreciate it! Bye!” He remarked as he waved goodbye then got inside the taxi they messaged.

~Jayceon in the hotel~

Jayceon went to the counter which the receptionist immediately recognised him as his family being the co-owner of the hotel. In which he was greeted immediately with a bow and for the employee to immediately ring for the Executive Manager. Jayce then quickly tried to explain his stuation in the most discreet way possible. Telling him to stop his manager from coming because most probably him having prior commitments with his work. He just asked for the receptionist to give him the room stated in the voucher and instead to have Liviana Voss in the most expensive room available during her stay and charge her with only the amount the room she booked. So just like that, Jayce had his staff to put Liv in the Premium Suite Penthouse which is technically a room with rooms and a second floor that has a direct access to the rooftop.

Jayce was pretty proud with what he did especially on how smart he think it was. To have Liviana be one of the lucky winners in an online booking event that never existed. After feeling content, he took a nap to make sure he will not miss any updates from his “boss”. But didn’t miss the beat to take a taste of the cupcake after dinner. He can surely tell that it was made with love.

~Meanwhile in Julie’s Household~

“So, who was that guy? He looks so good! Do you have a thing with him?” Julie prompted with the question she has been holding until that guy left.

Liv answered with a grin, “I knew it! I can already sense your questions like once we both entered your house. And the answers would be: first us my assistant; second, yep he is but not interested with girls; and finally, I think no?”

“Omg, you do have! Spill!” Julie enthusiastically ordered.

“But it is your birthday! Why talk about me? We need to focus on you getting older!” Liv claimed.

Julie tried to explain, “Still, I am the birthday girl, so you need to let me use my power card for today of you to just share about this matter, please?”

“Fine! I love you so much that is why I am letting you use the card.” Liv gave in.

Julie was delighted with this by saying, “YAYYYY! BEST BDAY because of the BEST TEA!” But then suddenly interrupted with her family entering the house with their spare key. This made Liviana laugh so much that Julie’s family can see her almost rolling off the ground literally but thankfully she was able to stop herself. Julie’s family only stayed for like 2 hours since they also have some stuff already planned.

Once they left, Liv and Julie cleaned a little bit and wash the little number of dishes. Just right after they finished, Anne already arrived, and this made Julie happier since Liv can share the tea to the both of them at the same time. Liv’s narration went like this:

“Well, I was taking a nap since I was really exhausted with the baking and decorating so I really do hope you guys will love and like it. So, while napping I can feel that something is different, and I can see him staring at me adoringly? I guess, it was really weird because I felt something. It also feels like an eternity and still his position being on top of me didn’t change and remind you that the seat was declined so it was really awkward and I can also see his change in demeanour of somewhat being manly like more than so he normally is and he also gulped that really sent shivers to my spine. Just overall – WEIRD.”

Julie and Anne just looked at each other because they have the same idea. So Julie slowly proposed their idea, “Liviana, don’t you think it is time to consider that he is not gay? As we both can already sense with the vibes whenever the two of you are in a room, you guys act like high schoolers interacting with their first love like that is literally the aura the two of accentuates.”

Anne added, “Also this is nothing like the chemistry thingy back when we tried to ship you with someone in junior high instead this thingy right now is something that everyone can call sincere and genuine.”

Liv was really quiet with the insights her friends are telling her but all she managed to reply is a joke, “Okay guys, you two could really write a million-seller fiction right now.”

Anne just retorted as she and Julie are already used to their friend always being in denial which is the total hundred percent reason why she still never had any boyfriend, “Whatever Liv, just don’t tell us we didn’t inform you. I know that you know that there is a possibility with what Julie and I are saying. So please, don’t resist it anymore because you also need to find a partner too at some point.”

“Wow, our youngest just scolded me. Yes Ms. Annie, will do. So can we now finally celebrate Julie’s birthday?” Liv asked warily.

“YAYY!” The two girls exclaimed, and Julie shouted, “Movies and cupcakes!”

“Speaking of cupcakes, where did you put the cupcakes, I gave you Anne?” Liv asked.

Anne replied, “I have the half of them in my house and left some to my mother’s because you know how much she loves your cooking and baking!”

Liv responded, “Yes of course, I am glad she still does.” She asked, “Julie, what movie do you want?”

“Ugh please, let’s not do that, we will spend like an hour just looking for a movie, guys just pick a number up to 10.”

“Three!” Liv exclaimed.

“Five!” Anne yelled.

“Okay the Liv, just choose the eighth one while pressing the arrow down keys in the remote control.”

“We got, Force of Nature, a 2020 film. Is that okay?” Liv asked as she manages the TV.

“Yup!” Julie replied while she takes the cupcakes to a plate and placed the cake in her refrigerator.

“Sounds great!” Anne responded as she handled the flavoured drinks. They all agreed to get drunk once they arrived at the hotel.

After the movie, the cupcakes also ended. So they cleaned up and prepared their things for the second party in the hotel.

Re-blog for part four!

Lemme know what you think…

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oscar-lettjohanssonloveme · 4 years ago

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Purple Roses pt. 2 (Miss Venable x reader)

hiya..its 4 am in germany and im really tired :3 but here we go, Mina is damn soft in this fanfic..i hope its okay sksks..here is the first pt.:

https://littlejeaniehugsbumblebees.tumblr.com/post/640902350735818752/purple-roses-ms-venable-x-reader

summary: Mina meets ur parents and u have ur coming out..ouhh and she wants to ask u smt

warnings: nothing its super duper fluff i guess :D

tagglist: @d14n4ol

google translate sksksk

"Earth to Mina ..", you grumbled and reached out your finger to tap her cheek gently.

"What?"

Your girlfriend looked away from her newspaper with a frown to look down at you, who was lying in her lap.

You had to grin as she stared down at you in confusion as the glasses slid down a few millimeters on the bridge of her nose.

"I asked you something.."

"And what did you ask?"

"So ..", you started after your fingers had moved to her glasses and you had pushed them up again.

"Imagine you had to decide: Either you are the only mortal human among immortal humans or you are the only human who is undying among all mortal humans.. What do you choose?"

"Is that a test?"

"A test for what?"

"For finding out if I'm a psychopath or something like that?" She asked, still staring down at you, frowning.

"No ..." you shook your head. "I just saw it earlier on instagram and was just thinking about it .."

She looked at you thoughtfully for a few seconds.

"I would probably want to be the immortal human among mortals .."

"For real?" You shouted, tilting your head.

"Then you should see all your friends die .."

Mina raised an eyebrow.

"Which friends?"

"Oh wow .." you rolled your eyes.

"So, am I a psychopath now?" She smiled and you could see her white teeth.

"No .." you mumbled as you started to play with her purple blouse.

"I would probably have taken that too .. but just because it would have been weird to be the only person who would have to die at some point .."

Mina let out a low snort.

"Imagine that, a graveyard for one person ..".

"Yes! .." you exclaimed cockily. "I would probably be exhibited in a museum as the only human corpse. And I would get a coffin made of gold and people would come from all over the world just to see me dead .."

"Or some crazy scientist would use your dead body for their projects .."

"Ew .." you made and grimaced. "That wouldn't be that great ..".

"Better to be immortal, then ..", Mina said with a grin before leaning forward to put her newspaper on the table.

"Now I have a question for you, Y / N .."

"Oh yeah?" You looked confused into her brown eyes and she hummed in agreement as her fingers started to comb through your hair.

"Okay, imagine a bitter old woman comes up to you and asked you, if you want to marry her, what would you answer?"

"I would say no, of course ..." you said, tilting your head to one side.

"First of all, I don't find old, bitter women really attractive and, secondly, why should I marry an old, bitter woman when I can just have the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Mina laughed softly before tapping the tip of your nose with her index finger.

"You know what I'm getting at ..".

"What I know is that you could then leave your show-off house and then finally move into my horror apartment ..", you grinned cheekily at her and she just rolled her eyes.

"You know, I've been thinking, Y / N .." she continued, suddenly sounding serious. "We've been a couple for almost a year now and the only person who knows about it is your aunt and some of your friends .."

"Should I start tagging you on my pictures now?" You laughed.

"You're the one who doesn't like all the love stuff in public and that's not supposed to be a reproach .. I-"

"I want to get to know your parents ..", she interrupted you and looked at you carefully.

You met her gaze for a few seconds before you swallowed.

"My parents?" You repeated quietly.

"Your parents."

"Uhm..okay..that's unexpected .." you muttered as you rose from her lap to sit up.

"So my parents are nice people, but you know, that they dont now that I am ... you know-"

"That you are attracted to old, bitter women?"

"Oh shut up Mina .." you hissed and slapped her gently on the upper arm.

"If you say that again, break your stupid stick and throw it in the fireplace ..".

"Ouhh now I'm scared .." Mina teased, grinning, but you just shook your head.

For a moment there was silence between the two of you and Mina was finally the one who interrupted them.

"I don't want to force you to do it and if you say, you don't want to do that, then that's okay .. I don't want to drive a wedge between you and your parents either .." she said and put her hand on yours. Your gaze landed on her hand, ran down her arm to finally meet her face.

"Maybe it's a good idea .." you muttered and she smiled gently.

"At some point I have to tell them anyway .."

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"Hello beautiful woman .." you greet your girlfriend who entered your shop. Like she did every Tuesday night after work ... It was one of your favorite traditions in your relationship.

"How can I help you today?", You smiled brightly at her as she leaned against your counter

"Well Miss Y / L / N, my wonderful girlfriend and I will be with her parents for dinner for the first time tomorrow evening .. You know, her parents don't know that she is a lesbian ...", Mina explained seriously and brought you to grin.

"That sounds interesting .."

"That's it! We're both just pretty nervous and I thought it would be a good idea to bring flowers to her parents ...".

"That's a great idea, Miss Venable .. what were you thinking of?", You tilted your head and wandered your eyes over the woman who was just standing in front of you.

The lavender suit, the way her hair was perfect and the dark lipstick ... she was so fucking beautiful.

Mina cleared her throat briefly when she realized that your attention was no longer on your conversation.

"You know, Miss Y / L / N, I love to watch your talented little fingers remove the thorns from the roses ..", she playfully raised an eyebrow and you couldn't help but laugh.

"How vulgar, Miss Venable .. just make sure that your girlfriend doesn't notice this, otherwise she'll get jealous ..".

You bent down briefly to get the box with the red roses from under the table. You put them on the table between you and Mina and took out the small knife to start removing the thorns.

"How was your day, honey?" You finally asked her after a minute had passed.

"Good," she said curtly.

"Good?", You looked at her grinning. "You sound like a school child who is asked how it was in school ..".

Mina shrugged her shoulders.

"I hate those idiots from my office, but that's nothing new ..".

"Imagine if I would work for you .. maybe you wouldn´t hate it so much anymore ..", you muttered while you still slid your knife over the flower stems.

"I think that wouldn't be a good idea .."

You just nodded and stared intently at the roses in front of you.

"What about the purple roses?", Your friend suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You had these roses once and never again .."

"That was a special delivery .." you explained and reached under the counter, took out the paper and wrapped the roses in it.

"But we can also make some ourselves ..".

You put the flowers in Mina's arms and looked expectantly into her confused face.

"How is that supposed to work?" She asked.

"You water white roses with purple color .."

"Should we try it sometime ..", she mumbled and you nodded.

"Listen Mina, you wait in the car and I'll finish everything here and then we can go home .."

"Sounds good .." she replied just before she turned around and strutted out of the shop.

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Her dark eyes stared at Mina in the mirror as she smoothed her blouse with her hands. Miss Venable was usually never nervous, which was because, due to her dominant demeanor, she almost always had the strings in hand when it came to dealing with other people and she didn't care how much she hurt someone with her words. But that was you, her precious little princess and what she wanted least of all was to see you sad because of her. She also knew that she couldn't win over your parents if she intimidated them.

She leaned forward to apply her dark lipstick when you stepped into the bathroom behind her and let out an impressed whistle.

"Is that the blouse you wore on our first date?" You asked, examining the silk fabric on Mina's skin.

"Yes .." she muttered.

Miss Venable's eyes watched you in the mirror while she admired how beautiful you looked in the dress you were wearing.

"My parents should just like you and not want to go to bed with you .." you said with a grin when her eyes found yours in the mirror.

"Ha ha ..", Mina made dry before she screwed the cap of her lipstick back on and turned to you.

"Are you ready?" She asked and you nodded while you smiled wryly.

"You look beautiful .." she muttered and planted a quick kiss on your temple before walking past you to leave the house.

"So to summarize again what my parents know ... or rather

what they think they know .. "you started staring out the window of the moving car.

"Well, actually they don't know anything .. I think they used to think that I had something with my best friend because he was my homecoming date .. And now they think I was single and I told them on telephone you were a good friend... "

"That sounds like it will be a very relaxed evening ..", Mina joked and you couldn't help but grin.

"I'm just afraid it might be a little too much .."

"Too much?" Mina repeated confused.

"Is it a good idea to come out and bring your girlfriend with you? Don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with you .."

"Well ... you have a point, but let's speculate ..", Mina said when the car stopped at a traffic light.

"How could they react?"

"So .. we have these two iconic situations: The first situation would be this "we always knew it mimimi".

The other situation would be that they will be angry ... and so angry that they don't want to see me anymore .. "you explained and Mina could hear the concern in your voice.

"Something like that is sure not going to happen ..", Mina muttered as she took her right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on your thigh.

"I hope so .."

You were silent for the rest of the journey and that's why Mina decided not to say anything. Would you want her words, you would let her know.

"Here we are ..", Mina mumbled when she finally parked the car in front of your parents' modest house. She looked at you sideways and found that you were staring at the house as if you were about to start crying.

"Hey .." she cooed gently and grabbed your chin to force you to look at her.

"Everything will be fine..".

She examined your worried face and grinned when she saw that there was still a print of her lipstick on your temple.

"What?" You asked confused.

"You have my lipstick on your face ..", Mina mumbled and wiped her thumb over the print to remove it.

"And I think you don't want your parents to find out about your homosexuality that way."

"Not funny ..", you rolled your eyes.

Mina glanced at the car clock.

"We should go in, princess, we are already 5 minutes late .."

"Okay .. here we go ..", you mumbled and suddenly sounded brave as you leaned forward to press your lips against Minas for a moment.

When you both stood in front of your parents' front door and your mother opened the door for you both beaming, Mina immediately noticed the resemblance between you and your mother. This woman seemed just as straightforward as you, and you both had the same laugh. If your mom were really as carefree as you, then the evening wouldn't be complicated, Mina thought as she greeted your mother.

The first half of the evening was totally relaxed, your parents seemed to be really nice people, as far as Mina could tell.

While your mother was just as crazy as you, your father was a bit more introverted, but he had the same sense of humor as you and he was the one who cooked. A fact that somehow gave Mina hope, as it showed that your parents didn't seem to care about the old gender roles (cooking housewife and working businessman).

It was really nice. Mina, who usually had her problems with people, thought she might really like your parents at some point. they didn't ask private questions, didn't let an awkward silence reign, and were totally open-hearted people.

And yet she felt how nervous you were while you were sitting next to her at the dining table and trying to choke the food down even though you were probably extremely sick. Usually you played with your fingers when you were nervous or excited, but since your hands were holding the cutlery, it was your leg that was pushing off the floor all the time. And it was Mina who then, invisible to your parents, put her hand on your knee to calm you down.

It was around 9 o'clock when the four of you ran out of conversation and it was you who finally broke the silence.

"Well uhm, I actually came to tell you something .." you said and your voice sounded thick. Immediately all pairs of eyes were focused on you and Mina tensed her hand on your thigh to show you that she was there.

"Oh yeah?" Your mom asked confused before you nodded.

"Well, you always wanted me to be in a relationship with someone .." you continued and stared lost at the half-empty wine glass in front of you.

"And surprise..I'm in a relationship .."

"Oh really?", Mina could see your mother's eyes starting to glow and she wondered if the whole thing was really a good idea.

"Yes ..".

"Who is he?" Asked your father.

"Well uhm she's sitting right next to me ..".

Mina closed her eyes for a moment when she felt the confused looks of your parents on her. For a few seconds no one said anything and she felt you start to slide back and forth on your chair.

"Oh ..", Your mom finally pounded when she understood what you were talking about.

Mina opened her eyes again and stared into the flame of the candle that was on the table.

"You and Wilhemina ..?", Your mom looked confused between Mina and you.

"We've been together for almost a year .." you added and Mina heard your voice break at the end.

"What does being together mean?" Your mom asked sharply.

"She is my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend like best friend?"

"No, girlfriend like i love her ..", you muttered and looked carefully at Mina who smiled gently at you while she rubbed your thigh.

"Does that mean that you .....?", Your mother stared at you with her eyes wide open.

"I'm a lesbian, yes .." you said firmly and returned her gaze.

"Damn it .." your mom muttered and fell back into her chair.

Finally your father cleared his throat, too, who hadn't moved an inch before.

"How long have you known?" He asked, leaning forward.

"Since Highschool i guess ..".

"Since high school? Are you kidding me?" Your mom shouted angrily and Mina could feel you flinch under her hand.

"Why are you telling us this now?"

"Maybe because your most asked question to me was whether I have a boyfriend or when I will finally get one ..?" You croaked.

"Because we thought you were straight .." your mom yelled back. "If we had known that you were into women, we would never have asked such a thing .."

"I thought you'd be disappointed or something."

"Disappointed? Oh damn Y / N ..", your mother shook her head in disbelief and looked at you sadly.

"Can you say something too, Dad?" You asked after two minutes of more silence as you looked away from your mother to look at your father, who was staring at you thoughtfully.

"I uh ... so when you have a daughter, as a father, you imagine all the things your child has in store for you ..." your dad began.

"That includes the person your daughter wants to grow old with at some point and I just imagined that this person was a man and now it's a woman .. And now I need a few seconds to turn this man into one woman .. if you understand.."

"Okay ..." you replied quietly.

"You know, at the same time I wonder if I have said anything homophobic in all the years of your childhood that could have scared you .." he continued and you nodded slowly.

"Who knows it?" Your mother suddenly asked.

"Uhm .. some friends and aunt Phoebe .."

"Aunt Phoebe?" Your mother frowned when you mentioned your aunt.

You shrugged your shoulders.

"She noticed that Mina only comes to the flower shop when I'm there and then wanted to know why .."

"My sister knows that my daughter is a lesbian and I don't know?" Your mother called, sounding reproachful.

"I was afraid that you would be angry or something .." you defended yourself.

"Y / N you're still our damn daughter .." your mother mumbled and swore again.

"No Y / N, you are our daughter .." your dad interfered.

"There is no place for a 'still' because you are simply our daughter and your sexuality could never change that .. Who you love is your business and you do not need our permission .."

You stared at him and felt tears welling up in your eyes.

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that .." you muttered before getting up and walking over to your dad to give him a hug.

"Thank you so much .." you whispered against the fabric of his shirt.

Suddenly you felt your mom, who had also got up, put a hand on your shoulder and pulled you from your dad's arms into hers.

And while you all played happy family, Mina was still sitting a little lost at the dining table and watching the situation in front of her. It all happened faster than expected.

In her eyes, your father had taken it a little better than your mom, who seemed a little disappointed because you had only told them now.

"I should go to the bathroom to fix my make-up ..." you mumbled and smiled sheepishly as you withdrew from your mom's arms.

Your mother just nodded before you turned around to jump out of the room, leaving Mina alone with your parents.

"So you're a lesbian too .." said your mother, mumbling as your parents sat down again.

"I am.", Mina replied curtly and pressed her lips together.

"And is that serious between you?"

"It is."

"This is probably the moment when I should threaten to kill you if you break her heart .." joked your father.

"I'll propose to her," Mina said firmly.

"So it's really serious ..", your mother's eyes widened at Mina's words.

"It is .." repeated she.

"Well, we would be happy if you would invite us to your wedding..", your dad interjected and Mina decided at that moment that she liked your parents.

A few seconds later you were standing in the doorway and had your radiant smile back on.

"I think we should go now, Mina .." you said and Mina hummed in agreement.

"That's a good idea.."

As soon as you were outside, after hugging your parents for a long time, you jumped into the arms of your girlfriend to kiss every inch of her face.

"Jesus Y / N ..", Mina muttered, who stumbled a few steps back from your sudden attack.

"I'm such an idiot ..", you laughed. "I've been worrying for free all these years and now they have reacted so well to it ... I should have done that much earlier .."

Mina smiled as she pressed a quick kiss on your forehead.

"I'm proud of you, princess .."

"So and now ..", you shouted cockily and pulled her hand to your car.

"Now I want to get to know your mother .."

"No way..You don’t want to meet that witch ..".

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"Come on, Y / N .. you promised me .." Mina pleaded.

"But it's really cold up there and besides, I'm tired .." you replied.

It was New Year's Eve and the two of you had decided to spend the evening at your apartment and then climb onto the roof around midnight to watch the fireworks. To your surprise, it was Mina who suggested going to you, although she usually doesn't like visiting your "horror apartment".

"If you put on your winter jacket you won't be cold and besides, I'm there ..", Mina tried further.

"You know, I think the idea of you as a human heater is really cute, but we could just drive to you ..".

"That wouldn't be the same."

You sighed.

"Okay ..", you mumbled and had your friend give you your coat.

Surprisingly, you found out that you were the only ones on the roof. At least you couldn't see any of your neighbors when you went over the roof to your self-made bed.

It was currently 11:37 pm and until the fireworks started at midnight you had enough time to watch the beautiful starry sky, as you always did when you were with her.

Your head was on her shoulder as always while she had an arm around you as always and was playing with your hair.

"I actually wanted to talk to you .." you mumbled after a few minutes.

"Is everything okay?", Mina asked and looked down at you worriedly.

You nodded quickly.

"Yeah .. it's just uhm, you know I love the flower shop, but I don't think that's what I want to do for the rest of my life ..".

"No?"

"No ..", you said. "That's why I'll catch up on my school leaving certificate and then probably study something ..".

"Thats great, princess .." Mina smiled gently at you.

"And what do you want to study?"

"History .. I guess and then I'd like to work as a professor .. At schools or colleges .." you mumbled.

"Professor sounds hot," said Mina and you had to laugh.

"The good thing is that when I study I can still live with you."

"Yes?"

"Yep .." you nodded. "We have a college in town, in case you forgot .. and if they take me, I don't have to move to campus ..".

"That would be great ..", Mina muttered and glanced at her watch.

11:52

"In 10 minutes it will be ready ..".

"Ouhh, we should stand by the railing .." you said before you jumped up and stretched your arm to help Mina up.

"Well ..", you began as you clung to the railing of the roof and leaned forward a little so that Mina was afraid you would fall off the roof at any moment.

"Josh lives back there ..", you explained and pointed with an outstretched finger at another tower block. "He is the brother of a friend of mine. He makes a lot of fireworks with his friends every year. Then my neighbors, the Andrews, who are not there today for whatever reason, always let a lot of fireworks rise from our roof, even though it is actually is forbidden .. And then there are all the people on the street who bring their fireworks .. ".

You stared at a group of people who were standing on the corner of the street in front of the bakery and were already setting off fireworks

"It occurred to me, I think Josh broke his leg and can't even go on the roof .." you mumbled with a frown and Mina hummed in agreement, not even listening to you.

As your eyes wandered over the city, hers glued to you and looked at you lovingly. She looked at her watch one more time (11:55) and took a short breath before reaching into the pocket of her coat to feel the velvet-covered can with her fingers.

You didn't even notice it when you were still happy watching other people's fireworks

"Okay, Y / N .. I'm not good at this, but I'll try my best, okay?" Mina said suddenly and you looked at her confused.

"What do you mean?"

"We've been together for almost a year and I have no regrets, except for one small thing .."

"Oh yeah?" You frowned as she continued.

"About a year ago you asked me in the evening, if I believed in love at first sight and I told you, that I generally don't believe in love and that was actually a lie. So it was true somewhere, I didn't believe in love until the moment I walked into your little flower shop and saw you cut your finger because of your lack of concentration.

You know how much I hate people, but with you it's different..I can't hate you and I never could hate you and I hope that you understand that between all the 'hate' I try to explain to you how much I love you .. because I do and I have no idea what I would do without you, I would probably just be a bitter old woman .. ", she finished and grinned when she saw you roll your eyes.

"I hope you're not mad at me, because I can't get down on my knees because of my handicap .." she mumbled and took out the small velvet box to hold it towards you.

"But do you want to marry me?"

You stared at her in shock.

"Shit, that wasn't a joke?"

"Does that mean no?", Mina frowned.

"God no! I'm just- Oh damn, Mina, of course I want to marry you ..", you grabbed her face between your hands and pulled her close to kiss her tightly.

"This is going to be great .." your eyes lit up as you pulled back.

"I already have so many ideas for the wedding, I'll take your name and all that .. Y / N Venable sounds amazing, change my mind.. and then I'll move in to your house and then I can catch up with school and maybe one day we'll adopt a lot of children from poor countries..".

"Slowly, Y / N ..", Mina laughed and took your hand to slide the ring onto your finger.

"We still have enough time to plan, let's celebrate New Year's Eve now, please..”

"God, it is beautiful .." you muttered, staring at the silver ring on your finger. Mina smiled as she leaned over to press her lips against your forehead.

"Happy new year, princess .."

"Happy new year, my dear future-wife.."

#wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson x reader #wilhemina venable imagine #american horror story #purple roses

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Rafe Cameron x reader (pt 3)

Summary: You, a pogue and Rafe Cameron, a kook are friends of benefits, secretly of course. But what happens when you get pregnant?

Part 1 // Part 2

A/N: Here is part 3!! Please please please read the author’s note at the end! Thank you so much for the continued support of this. You all are AMAZING. I love y’all. xx

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**MASTERLIST**

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I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

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Dean Winchester

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John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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There was screaming and cries all around you. What happened? Oh right, someone shot a gun. There was a pang in your side, huh, that kind of hurts. When you looked down you could see your white shirt turning red, that looks like blood. Is it mine? Looking at the eyes in front of you, you could see a panicked Rafe. He didn’t look high anymore, they looked normal, like the ones you fell in love with. Turning your head, you could see John B rushing to you out of the water. Then you let your eyes fluttered closed.

John B and everyone around watched in horror. He was quick, catching you before you fell against the sand. “Y/n!” Slowly he went to his knees, with you in his arms, your back against his chest.

“What the hell, Rafe?!” John B yelled, looking up at Rafe.

As soon as that gunshot rang out, Rafe’s high was over and he was back to reality. “I-I didn’t mean too!” His hands go up to his head, gripping at his hair, “Is she alive?”

JJ pushed Rafe out of the way and dropped to your side, holding his hands against your stomach, “Someone call 911!”

Kie screamed. JJ was yelling about being stupid for bringing the gun in the first place. Pope was yelling about keeping pressure on the wound. John B was yelling at y/n to stay with him. Hands were shaking him, “Rafe! We gotta go man, the police are on their way.” Topper. He was in a haze, watching the scene in front of him. He doesn’t remember doing it, but his feet carried himself through the sand and to his truck.

“Oh god, JJ there’s a lot of blood.” John B cried, rocking back and forth.

“I know dude, I’m trying!” He looked around, “I need more towels!”

John B looked around, “Where the hell is the paramedics?!” His hands were gently rubbing your cheek, “Please, please stay with me.”

Kie and Pope quickly returned with the towels gathered from the beach.

Pope dropped to y/n’s side next to JJ and put more towels, but the blood just kept seeping through. “Kie, run up to the road and flag them down.” Pope instructed. Kie nodded before running off.

John B cradled you in his arms, “I can’t lose her…I can’t.”

That’s when JJ and Pope knew, you were the mystery girl he was in love with.

“Please, let me ride with her!” John B begged the paramedic, who shook her head, “I’m sorry son, you can’t. Is there anything else we should know about her?”

John B nods, “S-she’s pregnant. 2 months…” The paramedic nodded before hopping into the back with you.

JJ grabbed John B’s shoulder, “Come on man, I’ll drive you. We’ll follow behind.”

“She’s coding!” Is the last thing he heard as the doors shut and the paramedics drove off.

John B’s knee bounced up and down as he sat in the hospital chair. His head was in his hands. It had been 4 hours since they arrived and there was no word. He’d called your mom, but she was out of town with your dad and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow.

“She’s going to be fine, John B.” Kie comforted, “She’s strong.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” John B looked up when he heard JJ yelling. Walking through the waiting room doors was Rafe and Topper.

“Please, I just wanted to make sure she was okay.” Rafe begs, “I don’t want to start anything.”

“You’re the reason she’s fighting for her life, asshole!” Pope yelled.

Kie stands and goes to the boys as people begin looking around, “We’re all going to get kicked out if you idiots don’t shut the hell up!” She whisper yells, “JJ, Pope, go sit back down.” JJ and Pope didn’t move, “I said go.” She gave them a little shove and they finally obliged and sat back down.

“Please, Kie, is she okay?”

“We don’t know. We haven’t heard anything.” She points to chairs on the opposite side of the boys, “Sit down.”

Topper and Rafe follow Kie’s orders and sit down.

“If she dies, it’s on you Cameron.” John B snaps, looking up at Rafe before standing and storming off.

After two more long hours, a surgeon walked out into the waiting room, clip board in hand. “Is the family of y/n y/l/n here?”

All the pogues, Topper and Rafe stood from their seats.

“You all are family?” The surgeon asked.

John B nodded, “We’re her family.”

“Our mother loves to adopt kids.” JJ comments when he sees the surgeon looking at all of them. The surgeon continues to look at them weird before shaking his head, “Alright.”

“How is she? Is she and the baby okay?” John B asks.

The surgeon motions back to the chairs and sits down. They follow and all sit back down, John B at the edge of his seat.

“It was touch and go for a while, but she is one lucky girl. She lost a good bit of blood and she coded in the ambulance. However, we finally managed to get a pulse when she arrived. Then, we took her straight into surgery. The bullet was a through and through, hitting her spleen. We did have to remove the spleen, there was no way around that. However, she’s going to have to be very careful the rest of her life because now she’s going to be prone to infections. But other than that, she should make a full recovery.” The surgeon explains.

“is..what about the baby?” Kie asks, “Was the baby okay?”

The surgeon nods, “fetus is fine.”

“Can we see her?” JJ asks.

The surgeon nods, “Only 2 at a time though. I’ll have a nurse show you to her.” The surgeon stands.

“Thank you, doctor.” Rafe holds his hand out to the surgeon who nods, returning the hand shake and walking off.

The pogues and two kooks share glances, Pope asks, “So, who’s the first two?”

Rafe knows he won’t be one of the first two, so he doesn’t even try it, “John B, you and Kiara go back first.”

Rafe waits patiently in the waiting room with Topper and the other pogues. You were going to be okay.. and so was his baby. His mind’s running a million miles a minute. It had been confirmed, you were pregnant with his baby. He’d overheard some girls at the Boneyard talking about it and that’s when he stormed off to you. Was that what you wanted to talk about when you stopped by his house that day? He’d been such an ass to you. The drugs had taken control of him and he just let it, which caused him to lose the best thing that happened to him. He wondered how you’d ever forgive him after this.

John B was the first one you saw when you woke up. His hand was holding yours and he was smiling through his tears, “Hi..”

You smiled weakly, “Hey.”

He gently pushed hair off your forehead, “I thought I had lost you.”

“What even happened?” wincing you laid your head back on the pillow, “This shit hurts.” John B looks at Kie who nods, “I’ll go get the nurse,” she stands from her chair and exits the room.

“Well, you got shot.” He chuckled softly, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand, “You saved my life and managed to get shot while you and Rafe fought over the gun..”

“Oh.”

He nods, “Yeah.”

“The baby?”

“Perfectly fine.” He smiles and places a kiss on your hand, “They had to remove your spleen, but the doctor said you’ll make a full recovery.”

You weakly bring your hand up to his cheek, wiping a tear, “Don’t cry. You’re going to make me cry”

“I’m sorry, I thought I was going to lose you.” He uses his hand to wipe the other cheek, “I couldn’t lose you.”

It was JJ and Pope who came in to see you next. They stayed for a little while before you had to kick them out because JJ kept making you laugh, and it hurt. The next person that walked through your door was Rafe, carrying a bouquet of flowers.

“Can I come in?” He asked from the door.

You nodded and sat up a little, “Yeah.”

He comes in and sets the flowers on the bedside table, then stands at the end of your bed. He looks like a mess. His hair was messy; his face red and splotchy. His hands were shaking as he gripped the edge of the bed. He hadn’t had his drug fix since before you were shot and he could feel himself drifting into withdrawals.

“Y/n I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” He whispers, “All those things I said that night, I didn’t mean them. It was the drugs. I was stupid enough to try them.”

“Why did you do it, Rafe? The drugs? You always told me that you hated them..”

He nods, “I know and I did but I got in a fight with my dad. About you. Someone saw us on the mainland together and he snapped on me. Then I went to a party with Topper and it was just there. And I thought one time wouldn’t hurt. But then I got hooked.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I could have helped you.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t know, I was stupid. After my dad said all those things, I thought it would be best to push you away. I didn’t deserve you and you didn’t deserve to be with a joke like myself. Then yesterday I overheard someone say you were pregnant and I snapped. I was high when I came to talk with you at the Boneyard.”

“Yeah I know. You had the same look in your eyes that night at your house.” You looked down at your hands, “Rafe, you scared me that night. I mean you were a completely different person. You weren’t the man I fell in love with.”

He rounds the bed to come to your side, taking a seat in the chair, “I know.. but I’m going to stop. For you and for the baby.” He takes your hand in his, “Then we can be together and be a family.”

You slowly pull your hand from his and set it back on your lap, “Rafe, I don’t know if we can be a family.” You whisper, “I’m a pogue and you’re a kook. Always will be. Your family will never accept me or this baby.”

“Screw my family. I love you and that’s all that matters. I don’t need my family’s acceptance.” His eyes are filling with tears, which match with yours.

“Rafe, I don’t know if I love you anymore. After everything that has happened, you showed your true colors.”

“But it was the drugs, y/n. I’m going to stop, I’m going to get help for you and for the baby. That wasn’t me.” His bottom lip trembles, “Please, I need you.”

It seemed like you had a big decision to make. How would you choose between the two?

John B had been your best friends for years. He’d been there for you when a stupid boy broke your heart. He’d taken care of you anytime you had one too many one night at a party, He opened his home to you whenever you needed a place to stay. He was available any time of the day, ready to talk if you needed it. If you called him crying about a bad date with a guy, he’d “I’ll be right there.” And then he’d show up at your house, your favorite candy in his hand and would hold you for hours or listen to you talk. He talked about you all the time to Pope and JJ, but he never let on who it was. They never knew who he was in love with until that night you were shot that you were his mystery girl. You were his everything and he was your person.

But Rafe Cameron. He had been just another guy you fell into bed with. He was the asshole everyone warned you about. However, that’s not what you saw in him, you saw someone different. He would open doors for you. He held your hand whenever he could and would give you a kiss whenever the moment allowed. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you. He carried you on these dates every Saturday, never missing a beat. He treated you like a princess. He made you laugh, more than anyone ever had. He was a softy around you, not the hard ass everyone else saw. He made you feel beautiful. He didn’t make you feel you were different than him. He called you every night before he went to bed to tell you about his day and he’d listen to your rants to the late hour of the night. You didn’t know this, but even around his kook friends, he defended your honor. He never let them talk bad about you. Rafe Cameron was your first real love.

How could you choose between your first real love or your best friend?

It had been 2 weeks since you had been shot. You had decided it would be best to recover at your own home instead of at John B’s. You needed time to think about your decision and being at your home could give you that. Both boys came by your house every day to check on you.

John B showed up one morning a basket in his hands. It was filled with your favorite candy, salty snacks, bubble bath and your favorite scented candles.

“What is all this?” You ask, smiling. You sit up in your bed and pause the show you’d been watching.

He gives a small shrug and walks over, “A little care basket from me and the pogues.” He gently sets it in front of you, “Kie helped me pick out the bubble bath and candles.”

“John B you didn’t have to do all this.”

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you, “Well, you did kind of take a bullet for me. I’m pretty sure a basket wouldn’t make up for that, but it’s a start.” He chuckles.

“Well, thank you. I really appreciate it.”

He nods, “anything for you.”

A quiet silence fell upon the two of you and he cleared his throat, standing, “Well, I guess I’ll go and let you rest.”

You grab his hand as he stands, “No, stay? Please?”

“You sure?”

You nod and pull the covers back beside you. He then slips off his shoes before climbing in bed next to you. As he gets comfortable you slip under his arm and lay your head on his chest, getting comfortable yourself. This wasn’t anything new for the two of you, however, after the spoken feelings, there was a difference.

Your recent cravings ended up being cheez its and pickles and you were currently munching on some, Rafe sitting next to you in the bed. The two of you had just put in a movie.

Rafe scrunched his nose up as he watched you eat the cheez its and pickles, alternating between the two with each bite.

“What?” You ask, popping a cheez it in your mouth.

“I just don’t see how that tastes good.” He chuckles.

“It’s like the best thing every.”

He shakes his head at you, “You’re adorable..”

You blush, “You won’t think I’m adorable when my hormones decide to change gears on you and I’m pissed because you put your shoe in the wrong place in the closet.”

He gives a small shrug, “I’m prepared for it.”

“We’ll see about that, Mr. Cameron.” The two of you went back to watching the movie, but not a few minutes later, Rafe spoke up.

“I talked with my family last night and told them about you and the baby.”

You quickly paused the movie, “Okay… how did that go?”

“Well, they were pissed at me at first, but after they calmed down, my dad and Rose agreed you could move to Tanneyhill, live in the apartment over the garage.” He smiles, taking your hand in his, “We can move into the apartment… and be a family.”

“Rafe, that all sounds amazing..”

“I can sense a but in that.” He frowns.

“But I don’t know about us yet.”

“I’ve come over every day to check on you… I’ve brought you flowers and whatever you were craving.” He looks at you in disbelief, “I’ve sat here for hours and watched movies with you. And I’ve been clean since the night you got shot.”

“I know and you’ve been so amazing,” You take your hands in his, “and I’m so proud of you, but first of all, I’ve never formally met your family and they’re just offering to house me? For how long, until the baby comes and then we’re kicked to the curb? It just sounds too good to be true. Plus, you broke my heart that night, Rafe. You were an asshole and you said some hurtful things.”

“You don’t know about us because of John B, isn’t it? You’re in love with John B?” He quickly got off the bed, “I can’t believe this.”

You winced as you sat up on the edge of the bed, “Rafe I never said I was in love with John B! John B has nothing to do with this.”

“I can give you so much more than him, y/n. I have money, I can provide for us. John B can’t even keep himself afloat! He barely scraps by! And that’s MY baby you’re carrying.”

“Yeah but I don’t want money, Rafe! I want love and support, money or not. If you really knew me, you’d know that! Plus, it doesn’t matter who’s baby it is. It is who’s there for me and the baby that matters. Just because I’m carrying your baby doesn’t mean I have to be with you.”

“I can give you the world, y/n. At the tip of a hat, we can have anything we’re going to need. You and the baby will have anything you need.” He crouches in front of you, “You wouldn’t have to work, you can stay home with the baby. We would never have to worry.”

“Rafe, you aren’t listening to me.. I don’t want money. I don’t care if you have money coming out of your ass, I don’t want it! I want you to show me this is what YOU want. That you won’t leave me high and dry when things get bad or you decide you don’t want to be held back because you have me and a baby to think about. I have a future to think about. A future that will also have an effect on the child I’m carrying.”

He stands and runs his hands through his hair, “Okay. Okay…” He looks at you, “I will show you that I’m ready for this. That I’m ready for the responsibility of taking care of you and our baby.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch him take one knee in front of you, his hands taking a hold of yours, “Marry me.”

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Part 4

A/N: AHHHHH Our very own Rafe Cameron has dropped to one knee and asked her to marry him. What will she do?? Who will she pick??

Please leave a comment or message me who you think she should pick!! I’m seriously stuck on which boy to choose so I may let you guys decide.

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etherealwaifgoddess · 5 years ago

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What He Wants (Pt. 22)

Main Characters: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader

Summary: On going series of Bucky getting his shit together and falling in love with you.

Warnings/ Content: more lemons, shocking i know lol. And a VERY brief mention of past non-con while he was under HYDRA’s control, nothing graphic or specific, just a reference but I felt the need to include it because I love ya’ll and don’t want to offend anyone.

Word Count: 1458

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! Here’s one more part for tonight and then tomorrow I’ll post the rest. Can you believe we’re only two parts from the end?? I certainly can’t. But for now enjoy another lemony fresh installment. Because as much as Bucky enjoyed your little performance in the last part, the man is a giver.

If you missed the first few parts, you can read them here: 1 2 3 4 5 67 8 9 10 1112 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

XOXO - Ash

What He Wants, Pt. 22

Bucky’s silence worries you a little considering how vocal he was beforehand. “So that was… okay?” you ask hopefully. The last time you had done that you were still in college so you weren’t exactly experienced, but you hoped it was good for him.

Bucky stares at your incredulously. “Doll that was… that was… fuck, I still don’t even have the words for it. Good doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

“Oh.” you can’t hide your surprise or how pleased you are, “Good. I wasn’t sure and I tend to overthink things.”

Bucky shakes his head, “It was perfect, absolutely amazing. I just wish I could have hung on a little longer.” he blushes, feeling a little self conscious, “It’s been a while and god help me just the sight of you down there about did me in.”

“It’s okay, Bucky. Please don’t think I care about that, I really don’t. It’s been a very long time for me too.”

Bucky chuckles, “My definition of a very long time and yours are really not comparable, mouse.”

“You know I’ve had my abilities for eleven years now. I’ve only had three failed relationships since then and only two of them progressed to the bedroom. And it was disastrous both times. After that I gave up.” you explain, hoping it helps ease his mind a little.

It doesn’t, it just makes his heart ache for you and he wishes he knew who those idiots were so he could go tear them limb from limb. “Well, sweetheart, I went off to war in 1943 and I wasn’t exactly a ladies man before that.”

You try to sort out if he’s kidding or not, unsure by how nonchalant he’s being. “You’re kidding, right? I saw the exhibit on you at the museum in DC when I was a teenager. All those pictures; you and Steve before the war, and then you in your uniform, and in the Howling Commandos. You looked every bit the ladies man they played you up to be.”

Bucky laughs, “It wasn’t hard to seem suave next to Steve before he was given the serum. And honestly, I grew up in a house full of women and a best friend who was either sick or tripping over his own two feet. I spent all of my time taking care of my sisters, taking care of Steve, and at the library.”

You struggle to respond to his brutal honesty. It seems so unbelievable but also explains a lot. “Okay, so maybe the historians exaggerated. But what about after all that?”

Bucky cringes, “There is no after. HYDRA captured me and that was pretty much it for the next seventy odd years. Once Steve got me out I wasn’t fit to be around anyone, let alone try to date a girl. I get flashes sometimes and I think… I think they used the soldier sometimes. With other agents or whatever. I don’t know why and I don’t remember all of it though.” Bucky takes a long breath. He never talks about the little he remembers of his time with HDYRA but he wants to with you. Bucky feels a little lighter unburdening to you and he thinks that at some point maybe he’ll share all of it with you, when he’s ready.

You try to stomp down your horror at his revelation before he sees your expression. You wish you hadn’t pushed the conversation, “Bucky that’s awful.”

“It’s okay, doll. Don’t look so upset. Like I said, I don’t really remember it much. But now you believe me? It’s been a very long time for me. And I couldn’t be happier that it’s with you. You’re perfect, mouse.” he leans over to caress your face with his right hand and you nuzzle against him.

“I’m glad it’s with you too.” you say against his palm, planting a firm kiss against it.

“Now, no more gloom. I’m gonna go grab my arm and then you’re gonna be the one who’s lying brainless on the bed.” he gives you a wolfish smile and jumps up off the bed.

Bucky returns to your bedroom, fastening on the arm Fury had brought for him, testing it out carefully. “God, I love this thing.” he says.

Bucky joins you on the bed, sitting on the edge so he can run his vibranium hand from your hip to knee. “So soft,” he purrs, “I can feel it.”

The cool metal leaves trails of goosebumps as he trails it along your skin. “That’s amazing. I’m glad Shuri was able to make it for you.”

“Me too, mouse, because I want to feel you every way possible.”

Your eyes widen as he pulls your hips so you’re laying on your back on the bed.

“Scoot up, doll.” he tells you and grabs a pillow. He wraps his vibranium arm under your thighs and lifts your legs and hips up to slide a pillow under your butt. Bucky starts trailing kisses across your thighs and up your hips to the soft swell of your belly and the fleeting self consciousness that rises up in you is quickly shot down by the throaty noises of appreciation he’s making. Bucky moves his kisses over top the soft cotton of your panties and you can feel his hot breath through the thin fabric making you clench your fists in the blankets so you don’t squirm. He finally pulls down your panties, tossing them on the floor by his sweatpants, and you’re bare in front of him at last. Bucky makes an almost pained sound and lays his head on your thigh for a moment. “Oh, doll, you really are perfect.” he says reverently.

You are floating at his compliment. There is a lightness in your chest in knowing he has seen all of you, even the flaws that you would hide, and still desires you. Bucky runs the long pointer finger of his right hand up your folds while his vibranium hand rubs a thumb over your hip and squeezes it gently. You tremble, knowing what’s coming. Bucky’s right hand parts your lips and he runs his flattened tongue along your core. He laps at you, his nose rubbing at your clit for a moment and you squirm a little uncontrollably. He pulls back a moment, “So fucking sweet.” he growls before diving back in. Latching on to your clit, he alternates between sucking on it and flicking it gently with his tongue. You’re trembling hard, unable to believe how good feels when he slides two cool, metal fingers into you. “Oh fuck, I can feel you tightening up on me.” he moans and his shoulders shake a moment. His mouth continues to worship your core and his right hand jolts up to cup your breast, kneading it gently.

Your body is on fire under him. You feel positively consumed by him, his mouth and hands overwhelming your senses. You can’t keep up with the flood of pleasure and you’re grinding down on his mouth with embarrassing fervor but you can’t help yourself, it’s just too much all at once and into too many places. The rhythm of his tongue against your clit and the two fingers inside you speed up and you make a soft keening sound, barely able to keep your hips in place on the pillow. His right arm snakes back down to lay across your lower belly, keeping you in place securely. The orgasm that hits you does so with little warning and you go from whining gasps to screaming his name in an instant. Bucky groans loudly and the vibrations add to the intensity of your orgasm as he draws it out longer and longer, before slowly bringing you back down. Carefully he laps at your slick folds, cleaning up and savoring the taste of you before he moves away.

You’re still breathing hard and your thighs tremble beneath his cheek as he rests on you, tracing circles on the soft skin of your thighs. You slip a hand down to play in his hair affectionately and he looks up at you, his beard glistening from your arousal. He can see the joy on your face and pride swells in him for being the cause of it. Bucky moves up next to you on the bed and carefully removes the pillow from under your hips. You can’t help but notice a hardness pressing against your thigh and you look down to see Bucky is rock hard again. “Round two?” you offer with a mischievous smile.

Bucky groans but shakes his head, “You don’t have to, doll. This damn thing is an overachiever.”

“We could… you know. If you want to.” You’re suddenly shy but very, very ready.

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 6 years ago

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Tomorrow Never Came PT. 6 (SMUT)

Summer is gone, and with it, your mysterious stalker as well. It’s been two months since the confrontation in the bar, and you’ve mostly forgot about his ominous warnings - but now you realize that you have only half a year to finalize your plan of attack with nothing to go on and no idea what to do. So, you take a risk, one that almost completely ruins everything and gets you caught out by Roger. And speaking of Roger...

Read PT. 1 here | Read PT. 2 here | Read PT. 3 here | Read PT. 4 here | Read PT. 5 here

(a/n: DOT DOT DOT so I forgot one of the guys names was already William SO I changed creepy future stranger guys name to Weston srry im a mess. also..... this is IT folks FINALLY the roger x reader fluff/smut i have been waiting to write we’ve all been waiting for in this series. its.... something)

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay, darling? I can let Roger go on his own, he’s a big boy.”

Freddie was curled up with you on the couch, having forced his way into an impromptu cuddle session with you after he saw that you were bundled up in a blanket, drinking tea and scribbling in your notebook. He felt terrible, seeing as he and Roger were going to a party that night, one you’d opted out of on the claim that you were working on your resume so you could get a better job than the café.

“Freddie, go on,” you laughed, giving him a gentle shove, and he exaggerated your strength as he pretended to nearly fall off the couch before laughing and giving you a shove in return. “Go on, you scoundrels. I’m happy right here.”

Roger was watching from the front hallway, leaning against the wall and smiling at the banter between the two of you. He looked good tonight, mouthwatering, actually – he was clad in one of Freddie’s black silk shirts, only the bottom half of it buttoned, and several necklaces laid across his dainty collarbones. The silk shirt was tucked into leather pants, and he topped it all off with black messenger boots, having refused to put on Freddie’s platform boots for a good part of an hour. There was something missing, though, and you couldn’t put your finger on it until you literally spotted it on the dresser as Freddie passed it, bumping the brim with his shoulder.

Freddie and Roger were about to leave when you scrambled to your feet, calling out, “Hey, wait a minute!” Grabbing the black newsboy cap off of the dresser, you padded over to the two of them, stopping in front of Roger as he raised an eyebrow before ducking his head, letting you put it on for him. “There. Perfect.”

Freddie rolled his eyes playfully before giving your side a pinch and kissing you on the cheek, then flouncing out of the door and leaving you alone with Roger for the moment. Roger watched Freddie with a small grin, then turned back to you, a questioning look in his eye.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” he asked, fixing the cap so it laid right on his head. An unruly hair stuck out and caught on the brim of the cap, so you reached up to tuck it back into its original place, smiling.

“I’ll be fine here, Rog. Don’t have too much fun without me, though,” you warned jokingly, and Roger gave you a goofy grin before leaning in and quickly giving you a peck on the cheek, starting out the door.

“Wouldn’t dream of it!”

And with that, he’d closed the door, leaving you in silence as you walked back to the couch, slumping down against it and sighing. It was always nice having the flat to yourself, but tonight you were on edge a bit. Deciding that a nap would be the best to take your thoughts off your mind, you crawled back under the blanket, getting comfortable again as you closed your eyes, dozing off quickly to the sound of cars honking and dogs barking outside your window.

When you woke again, it was significantly darker outside, and you sat up to yawn and stretch, a heavy weight settling over you in the room. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something was making you uneasy still. Maybe it was the fact you were half a year closer to that day and just as nervous as when you began, or just the fact that you were still planning on completely winging your ‘save the day’ tactic. Or it could have just been the terrible Chinese Roger had basically forced you to eat because he swore up and down that it was the best.

In any case, it was too dangerous to be as confident in your ignorance as you were. But at the same time, you remembered your uncle’s warning that the past would fight back if you were to impose on their daily lives – that’s why he’d urged you to move into this apartment. It provided a decent enough vantage point without letting you interact with the two. You’d cut it close with your mom, but thank God it was in a different part of the city. You were reclusive enough as it was, staying inside all day on Sundays to avoid chancing a run-in with her, seeing as she came to church every single weekend. You’d hoped you could go the whole time without seeing her to make it hurt as little as possible, but that moment in the little market had eliminated any chance of that.

6 months without seeing your mom was rough. Even if she wasn’t mentally there for quite a while before you’d came here, she was still your mom, and to see her suffer like that was hell. It was almost worse being here, but you had to remind yourself that barely any time was passing there. She most likely wouldn’t have even moved an inch by the time you got back, which was horrifying and relieving at the same time. Hopefully, if you managed to pull this off, she would be moving when you got back.

God, the thought of her smile when you got back. You felt a small smile come to your lips as you stood back up, ambling over towards the window to peer out of it. Night had settled in, the streetlights making the front of the church even more ominous as you gazed down at it, humming to yourself. “All for you, mom.”

That’s when you saw them. Both of them, William and Ted, exiting the church, standing on the steps. The street was mostly empty, and they mulled around on the steps as they pulled out packs of cigarettes, lighting up and seeming like they were deep in conversation as you stared at them in mild horror. A faint dizziness took over your senses, but a pinch to your arm by yourself brought you back to reality, and you scrambled to find your shoes and a light jacket before you were flying down the stairs.

What came over you, you had no idea, but you had to get down to that alleyway to hear their conversation. You felt like you owed it to your mom, and you needed to know what type of guys these were before everything went down. As you rounded the last set of stairs, heading down it, you heard Weston’s voice in your head, and you skidded to a stop as your hand came to rest on the door that let outside.

“It can’t be fixed.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you muttered, pushing open the door and stepping out into the cool night air. There they were, right across the street, chumming and smiling like they weren’t some of the scummiest people on this side of the city. They took no note of you as you crossed the street, slinking into the alleyway next to the broad staircase before you settled your back against the cool stone of the wall surrounding the steps, crossing your fingers that they weren’t planning on taking a stroll.

“Stop while you’re ahead. Reset.”

Shaking your head, you pushed Weston’s voice out of your mind again and tried to focus on the two morons that were literally maybe 10 feet from you, just on the other side of this wall. Scooting over to the edge of the wall for optimal listening, you curled up as small as you could, hiding yourself as you started to register the sound of two men talking.

“Yeah, we should be able to get something set up soon.”

A drag from a cigarette. A pause. “Diane said she’d be able to come and help tomorrow.”

Not your mom, but you wondered if it was the same Diane who your mom had brought over for dinner a few times when you were a child. She was frail mentally and physically even in your early years, so it wasn’t much of a surprise when she passed away around your pre-teen years.

“Heh. Diane.” An awfully lecherous snicker was shared between the both of them, and you almost gagged at the sound of it. Honestly, they sounded horrid, and you seriously questioned your mom’s judgement of them as good people in the first place. But then again, this could be how they spoke in private. They probably didn’t have a clue that a 21 year old from 2018 was sitting on the other side of the wall in a pile of trash, spying on them. That didn’t excuse them, of course, but it definitely explained the lack of judgement.

“Did you hear she’s seeing Dan now?” Dan? Your Uncle Dan? You’d never know he dated Diane. This convoluted mess of people was quickly overwhelming you, and you started to feel dizzy as you tried to keep up. “What’s he live, a few blocks over?”

“Yeah. I’d like to pay her a visit right now, know what I mean?”

Eugh. Gag again. One of them cracked up, laughing before you heard the sound of a light stomp, probably putting out a cigarette. “No disrespect to Daniel, but how is he getting it from a girl like that? She is one gorgeous piece of ass, I’d like to-“

You knocked over a can of trash as an earsplitting ringing sound started resounding in your head, making you double over in pain. It took all of your strength not to cry out for help, and in a daze, you crawled over until you were curled up behind a trash can. One of the men’s shadows appeared around the corner moments later, and you held your breath as you tried to recover from the ringing that was slowly fading. Pressing your eyes shut, you felt hot tears rolling down your face, faintly hearing something akin to “Probably a rat getting frisky. Let’s go inside.”

It felt like years as you sat out in that alley, your eyes shut tightly, fighting the ringing, but it was still there, faintly, and you opened your eyes as you sighed in exasperation. But the sigh caught in your throat as you came face to face with your mom, 2018 mom, sitting in a rocking chair across the alleyway.

“You’re saving me and not Diane?” Her voice was eerie, an echo of herself as she tilted her head impossibly far to the side, too far to be a physical reality, and your mouth dropped open in horror as you watched her, unable to move, unable to speak.

As soon as you blinked, she was gone, no evidence of her presence there at all, and you could feel your body scrambling to your feet, although you weren’t cognizant and telling yourself to do so. Leaden feet carried you across the street, hurtling you through the front door of your building, and before you knew it, you were up the stairs. When you rounded the corner to your floor, the nightmare continued.

Your 2013ish era mom and dad were smack dab in the middle of the hallway, screaming at each other. The sound was deafening, like someone had taken a stereo system and put it together in your brain before cranking it up to full volume. Clutching at your ears desperately, you sunk to the floor as you tried to block out the sound of them bickering, but it was no use. They were there, in your brain, screaming their heads off. It felt like you were 15 again, yelling desperately to try and break them apart, but nothing worked. They were too far in, too far gone to go back on what they’d said now. The arguing would go all night long. Your head was pounding as you dug your fingers into the side of your face, more tears spilling out of your eyes as you started to beg, plead for it to stop.

Another blink. They were gone. The sound had stopped abruptly, and you were alone in the hallway. Face wet with salty tears, you glanced around like a trapped animal, spotting a clock on the wall. It was just before midnight – you’d only been out in that alley for maybe 20 minutes. And yet, you were exhausted like you’d just spent a day running nonstop.

Slumping back against the wall, you let more tears run down your face and closed your eyes, your head falling back with a thud against the wall. “Fuck me, Dan wasn’t joking,” you choked out, wiping some mucus out from under your nose with the back of your hand as you tried to take deep breaths and calm down. Understatement of the century, the past will fuck with me .That was a fucking nightmare, not just a casual ‘Don’t do that.’

You could hear someone coming up the stairs and you sighed as you tried to will yourself to your feet, but nothing was happening. All of the energy in your body was gone for the moment – it would take a literal miracle to recharge you.

“Y/N, bloody hell, what happened to you?” Roger’s voice rang clear through the faint buzzing now in your ears, and you looked up at him while shooting him a pitiful attempt at a smile. “You’re bleeding!” His observation was slightly horrified, his worry only amplified by the slightly tipsy state he was in.

“Am I?” you wondered aloud, holding a hand up to your face and coming into contact with a small stream of blood running down the side of your face, pooling near your hair from the angle you’d been holding your head at. Must have been digging my fingers in harder than I thought. “Shit, I am. I’m sorry.”

“Christ, don’t be sorry,” he muttered, crouching down to your level and nearly falling off balance as he did so, holding on to the wall near you before repeating himself. “What happened to you?”

You shrugged, wiping away the rest of your tears before laughing softly at the state of yourself. “I’m a clumsy moron, I guess.” After that, you made finger guns at Roger and started to close your eyes, mortified that he of all people was the one to find you like this. As your eyes fluttered shut, you felt a strong hand encircling your arm and vaguely sensed that Roger was pulling you to your feet, leading you down the hallway back to the flat and pulling you towards the bathroom once you’d gotten inside.

In no time at all, you found yourself perched on the closed toilet lid, Roger cleaning up the blood from the side of your face as he watched you with an apprehensive expression, not sure what to make of finding his roommate out in the hallway, crying and bloody.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d ask if you were on the rag,” he joked as he dabbed at the side of your face, chuckling when that got a small smile out of you. “Just taking the piss, don’t beat me.” After another pause where you didn’t even attempt to pick up the conversation, just watching him with a guarded stare, he swallowed hard. His cheeks were a bit red from the alcohol in his system, and you could tell he was overheating in the cramped bathroom from the small amount of sweat forming on his forehead. “Y/N, you worry me.”

That made your heart flip as you furrowed your eyebrows, the expression change enough to make Roger pull his hand away shakily and fumble for a band-aid, nervously avoiding what seemed like a critical look from you. “Why are you worried about me?” you asked, genuinely curious as to why this 70’s sexpot of a roommate was even halfway concerned with your well-being when he was literally on his way to becoming one of the biggest rockstars of all time.

“Because,” he mumbled, opening the bandaid and applying it carefully as he avoided your gaze, more for his sake than anything. “You’re my flatmate.” An eyebrow raise from you made him sigh, and he dropped the wrapper in the trash before starting to clean up his mess. “Okay, you really want to know? Because Buzzed Roger is about to get real.”

“Third person,” you reminded him, and he gave you a nasty look before starting to wash his hands, clearing his throat.

“You go and work all hours of the day, write a bunch of shit in your notebook when you’re here, we have to beg you to come out with us, and when you do, you end up leaving early or…. or, I don’t know, like that one night, when you ran off with that old guy without checking in with us, and then came back looking like you’d just been through the wringer!”

“Didn’t know I had to check in with you before I left with a guy,” you replied, almost in a haze as you watched him dry his hands, looking at you with an unfathomable expression.

“Well, damn it, you should!” he replied irritably, throwing the towel down on the counter. The sudden outburst actually shocked you, and it must have registered on your face as well, because he was immediately apologizing out of his ass for freaking out. “Shit, no, I’m sorry, god damn it, I just found you all beat up in the hallway and now I’m yelling at you, just hit me, I’m such a knobhead-“

“God, Roger, I’m fine, breathe,” you interrupted, climbing up off the toilet and coming over to look at yourself in the mirror. “Woof.”

“Woof?” he repeated, also looking at you in the mirror. Your face was tear stained, but free of blood, and the redness around the rim of your eyes had mostly disappeared by now. He thought you looked as adorable as ever. Sure, you were a bit messy from your brief stint as a spy, but he didn’t know that, and he marveled at the way you managed to make his heart skip a beat even when you were fresh from crying.

“Just looking a bit rough, is all,” you murmured, wiping at your under-eyes before sighing and making your way out into the hallway, headed for the kitchen. “How was the party?”

Your attempt to change the subject was not lost on Roger, even as drunk as he was, but he chose to mostly ignore it since it seemed to bother you when he’d asked about it. Instead, he followed you to the kitchen, watching you grab two glasses of water. “It was alright. Freddie’s fucking plastered and left without me, so I came back here ‘cause…” he trailed off, shrugging and pursing his lips a bit.

“Because why?” you asked, taking a drink of your water before you handed him his, which he accepted gratefully. The smile on his face as he took a drink rejuvenated you a bit, making you feel less dead, so you decided to crack a joke to see if he bit. “You miss me?”

“No!” he replied defensively, an even deeper red covering his cheeks as you sipped at your water, just watching him. Getting no reaction was even worse than getting a bad one to him, and he stuttered as he fell over his next words, a certified hot mess in a silk shirt and leather pants. “I didn’t mean no like that, God, I meant- I came back because- ugh! Fine. Yes, okay? I missed you. I wanted you to be there with us. It made me sad when I thought of you being here all alone, without us, without me and Fred.”

Despite feeling like you’d just crawled up through the crust of the Earth, you couldn’t help but smile slyly at that, forgetting all about the nights events. “Roger Taylor missing me? I feel honored.”

“You should,” he muttered, taking another drink and trying to hide his embarrassment with a biting tone as he avoided eye contact once again. “I don’t even have to ask if you missed me, I already know the answer to that one. Freddie misses me even when I’m gone for two minutes, so you? You were probably missing me before I got out of the door.”

“Well, someone’s got an ego,” you mumbled, finishing your water before sitting the glass in the sink. Roger laughed at your comment, following you as you made your way to the couch, grabbing your hand and trying to tug you to your feet when you attempted to lay down. “Hey, I’m trying to sleep here. Obviously, I’ve had a rough night.” Although you had obviously had a terrible night, you secretly hoped he would disregard your words and stay, or something similar to that.

And he did. He mocked your voice in a high-pitched imitation as he wrapped his other hand around yours, pulling you to your feet. “You’re mad if you think I’m going to let you sleep on the couch tonight. You’ve had a rough night.”

Groaning playfully as you let him raise you back to a standing position, you followed him down the hall, smiling far too widely at the feeling of his hand around yours. “Rog, you don’t have to share your bed with me. I’m fine.”

“Tell that to the bandaid on your face.” Rolling your eyes, you followed as he led you into his room, letting you go sooner than you’d wanted him to, and you gave him a teasing deadpan look before you crawled into his bed, grumbling playfully. “Oh, don’t pretend you aren’t happy to sleep in a bed for once.”

“You’re not wrong, actually.” You had to laugh at that, and as you laid down on your back on the far end of the bed, Roger chuckled and began to unbutton his shirt. He strolled over to the closet as you watched him, silently admiring the ripple of his understated muscles under his skin as he shrugged the shirt off, tossing it into the closet before starting to unbutton his pants. Out of politeness, you shifted your eyes up to the ceiling – as much as you would enjoy the view, you had to restrain yourself. “If you really wanted to know, yes, I did miss you once you guys were gone.”

“I told you, I already knew,” he teased, crawling into bed once he’d gotten in to boxers and a tshirt. When you scoffed and rolled over to face away from him, he laughed and tugged you back down to your original laying position, propping his head up on his hand and he looked down at you. “Don’t ignore me. I can kick you out of here lickety-split, sweetheart.”

“You wouldn’t do that. You’re too much of a softie,” you snickered, pulling the covers up over your shoulders as you turned on your side to face him, clutching the edge of his duvet.

Raising an eyebrow at that, he gave you an almost insulted look before he spoke. “Roger Taylor, a softie? I’ll have you know-“

“When will you ever stop talking in the third person?” That irritated him a bit, and you could tell from the way his mouth twitched as he tried to calm down and not say something snarky back.

“You’re being real mouthy for such a weak thing, you know that?” he asked, sitting up a bit on his elbow and daring you with his eyes to talk back. It was almost like he wanted to you to, like the banter was fueling him, getting him closer and closer to snapping.

So, you did. “Weak thing? That’s rich, coming from you.”

Now he was pissed. “You little rotter, you- I ought to…” he trailed off, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fist, searching for the right words to say. But nothing was coming to mind, not until you prompted him.

“You ought to what, tough guy? Shut me up? I’ll have you know my right hook is mean and-“

Roger’s hand clamped over your mouth all of a sudden, silencing you immediately and making your eyes widen a bit as he stared you down with something unmistakable in his eyes. You’d seen it before, but never quite this pronounced. Hunger. A ravenous hunger, almost to the point of lasciviousness. But there was still a fondness in the way he held your jaw, his fingertips just tight enough to silence you but nowhere near tight enough to leave any marks. And then his fingertips moved away, uncovering your mouth and quickly running over the small bandaid on the side of your face, his breath hitting your lips and smelling of alcohol and something minty. His thumb stroked at your chin once, then took a hold of it with his thumb and index finger before leaning down over you and pressing his lips to yours.

He was impossibly gentle with his kiss to contrast that fierce look you’d just witnessed, testing the waters before he got in too deep, and that set your skin on fire. You tangled with the fact that Roger Taylor, your roommate of 6 months and currently one of your closest friends on top of being a future fucking rockstar, was kissing you. It took you more than a moment to realize you’d been frozen in your spot, but when you did finally realize, you moved your hand up to his wrist and halfway wrapped your fingers around it, barely gripping his arm as you kissed back while your brain was going haywire at the current situation.

Gentle kisses quickly gave way to frenzied, impetuous kisses, the overwhelming smell of alcohol and Roger’s cologne more intoxicating that any liquor you’d ever tried before. His hands explored your body languidly, taking his time touching and feeling anything he could get his hands on. You were about the same, your hands sneaking underneath the back of his shirt and coming to rest on the heated skin of his back as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around yours and eliciting a quiet purr of appreciation from you in response.

That perked him right up, making him double his efforts as he moved his hands to your ass, gripping it and pulling you on top of him as he rolled onto his back. Straddling his hips, you pulled away to catch your breath and sat up, Roger’s heavy eyelids fluttering open to find you pulling your shirt off and looking down at him, panting ever-so-slightly from the breath-taking makeout session you’d just engaged in.

Really, he didn’t say much, but his demeanor and expression gave everything away as his hands came to rest on your thighs, his eyes devouring every inch of skin you’d exposed by the simple action. And then he was pulling his shirt off too, tossing it to the side as you pulled your bralette off, hissing at the cool air that suddenly directly hit your nipples.

The feeling didn’t last long, however, for Roger sat up and immediately started to place sloppy kisses along your collarbone, making his way down until he left an open-mouthed kiss to one of your nipples, teasing the other with his thumb and making you shiver. Running a hand into his hair, your let your eyes flutter shut as you zoned out, reveling in the feeling of Roger’s mouth on you, hot and desperate.

For a moment, you questioned whether doing this was okay in the grand scheme of things. After all, what if this was the magnum opus of fuck-ups you could do here? But then Roger’s hand ghosting up your thigh before grabbing your ass distracted you, making you breathe out his name in surprise before pressing your ass back against his hand. His grip tightened just a bit when your hips shifted over his and your clothed core briefly passed over his cock, which was beginning to strain against his boxers a bit.

“God, do that again,” he mumbled against your chest, resting his forehead against your collarbones as you began to grind down against him, his hands flying to your hips to guide you in just the right way to drive him crazy. Soon enough, his hips were rutting up against you, needy for any kind of friction he could get. The two of you rocked against each other, getting yourselves off just on the feeling of what could happen if those layers of clothes were eliminated.

Sooner or later, you supposed you’d seen this coming – you and Roger – but never did you imagine it would be so impromptu. Sure, you’d done your fair share of flirting back and forth, but this had been so out of the blue. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he was still slightly intoxicated and you were at your most vulnerable, but you didn’t care anymore. All you cared about was getting all of Roger, skin on skin, body to body, fully being one with him.

“Rog,” you almost moaned, tugging his hair back so he’d look up at you. With a half-focused grunt, he raised his eyes to yours as he slowed down his hips, looking delectably keyed-up with his fucked out eyes and parted lips. “Have you got a condom?” you asked, taking his face in your hands so he’d focus completely on you. Nodding as his shaky, irregular breaths hit your lips, he licked his lips and nodded over to the desk.

“Top left drawer, to the left in the very back,” he managed to say, hardly wanting to let go of your hips but doing so once you pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips before crawling off of him. He watched as you went, pushing his boxers down and off without tearing his eyes away from the curve of your ass that was peeking out from under your shorts, which you dropped to the floor on the way to the desk, leaving you only in some panties that left even less to his imagination. Digging through the drawer, you finally found one and snatched it up, putting it between your teeth before shimmying out of your panties too as you turned to face Roger again.

A small smile played at the corner of his lips as you made eye contact, and you found yourself blushing as you took the condom wrapper out of your mouth, carefully making your way back over to him and trying to subdue the redness of your cheeks. Coming to kneel between his legs, you tore the package open with the help of your teeth and pulled the condom out, glancing up at him to find him watching your hands with interest. So, you looked back down and started to roll the latex on to his impossibly hard member, keeping your touch light, which made him squirm a bit and grip the sheets until you’d gotten it on fully. Then you threw your leg over his hips, straddling him again and leaning forward to meet him for a kiss, which he eagerly reciprocated.

His hand took on a firm grip of the nape of your neck, keeping your lips against his as he wrapped his other arm around your waist, flipping the two of you so that he now had you pinned down to the mattress. Taking his cock in his hand, he ran the tip along your folds, velvety smooth and practically dripping at this point. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed the tip against your entrance, wrapping your arms around him and trying to press his hips closer to yours, which he took as an invitation to push into you. A strained groan left his mouth as he pulled away from the kiss, and when he bottomed out, you felt him still for a moment inside of you.

After a short and sweet pause, he started moving again, beginning to thrust in and out of you at an initially unhurried pace. All he focused on at the moment was the small whimpers and moans of appreciation that were leaving your lips irregularly, making him groan your name as he rolled his hips achingly slow, wanting to savor the moment.

But you couldn’t stand it. The suspense was killing you – you needed the frenzy, the rushed passion, or you’d get lost in your thoughts again, and you didn’t want to ruin this moment. So, you rolled your hips up to meet his thrust, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck before you murmured in his ear, “Fuck me, Roger. Let me have it.”

He trembled at the sound of your voice, nearly failing to support his weight on his arms before he nodded, breathlessly pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Then he began to thrust faster, harder, and the sweet, high-pitched moans that you let go were enough to make Roger let out a string of curses before burying his face in your neck, panting harshly as he dug one of his hands into your hips, pounding into you at a feverish pace.

“Oh my god, Roger,” you breathed out, curling up your fingers in his hair and against his back as you felt your eyes flutter shut. Your back arched up in pleasure when he angled his hips, thrusting deeper and slower for a moment, and an almost-pornographic moan tumbled out of you, gaining an equally sinful moan from Roger in response.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbled between pants, trailing love bites along your shoulder before snapping his hips forward and eliciting a surprised cry of pleasure that was sure to wake up all of the neighbors. “Wish I could have fucked you senseless the moment I met you.”

“Wouldn’t have been opposed,” you laughed brokenly, cut off by another snap of his hips that buried him deep inside of you. “Oh my god¸ you’re-“

You cut off as you felt a shiver run up your spine from the feeling of Roger moving his hands to your shoulder as he sat up a bit, using your shoulder as leverage so he could continue to thrust deep into you. He was still sweating, probably worse now, but so were you, so you didn’t mind. His hair was an absolute mess from your desperate tugs on it, and he looked about as close to an orgasm as you did.

“I’m what?” he asked, slowing down his hips for a moment and expertly rolling them as he watched you expectantly. It took all of your remaining brain functions to try and remember what you were going to say, too focused on the way he filled you with each thrust to recall the whole thing.

“I said you’re so good,” you breathed out, and with a low moan that caused another shiver to run down your spine, Roger sped up gradually, sending all of your senses haywire as you neared your high. “I’m close, Rog.”

“Let go, sweetheart,” he groaned, gazing down at you through heavily lidded eyes as he steadied his pace, reaching down to rub your clit on top of that. The overstimulation was enough to send you over the edge, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you came, Roger still pounding away into you while you chanted his name like a prayer, over and over, experiencing probably one of the best orgasms you’d ever had.

Roger felt himself getting sloppy as he watched you ride out your high, and a strangled groan left his lips as he sped up his thrusts, chasing his own high in the wake of yours. You opened your eyes finally to see how close he was, so you wrapped your legs around his hips and dug your heels into his back, pressing his hips towards your as you tugged him down for another kiss again. “Come for me, please, Rog,” you begged between kisses, Roger only responding with a broken moan before he pulled away from the kiss completely He thrusted into you a few more times before letting out a long, drawn-out moan and spilling out into his condom, rocking his hips forward a few times to ride out his own high.

“Y/N… oh god, Y/N,” he panted, resting his forehead on yours as he finished himself off. Reluctantly pulling out once he was done, he crawled off you to dispose of the condom, coming back with a towel from his closet to clean you up. You closed your eyes, throwing an arm over them as he did so, absolutely exhausted from the whole day, and almost found yourself dozing off before he crawled back into bed with you, still completely naked but far more satisfied than before. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a spooning position with him, but it seemed more intimate than anything. The fact that you two were still completely nude didn’t seem to arouse any overtly sexual feelings – you just wanted to be in his arms, and he just wanted you in his arms. It was mutual, the unspoken affection between the two of you – no words needed to be said as he pressed a small kiss to your shoulder before settling in and pulling the blanket over the two of you.

You didn’t even have to say goodnight, the both of you just dozing off in each other’s company. For two people who could never shut up around and about each other, you were, for the first time, completely silent, just happy to be alive, and happy to be in love. Love? Am I in love with him? God, how scary is that? Roger made a quiet noise in his sleep and twitched a bit, pulling you closer and nuzzling your shoulder. So worth it, though.

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Child’s play pt. 4

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Child’s play 4

“Captain!” the girl hurried to stand between Oluo and Levi, who was taken aback by her actions and serious attitude “you better sit down for a moment. Oluo is leaving.” She turned to look at the soldier, telling him with her eyes that it was time to flee.

“I’m… I’m so sorry…” he babbled that and left the office, confused and worried for the Captain’s attitude, as well as her fellow squad member. Deep down, he knew it might not have been the best moment to tease Petra, but he never imagined his Superior in charge could react like that. Apparently, he woke up something that was buried deep in his past, but that showed up with that strange amnesia he had.

Meanwhile, inside the office, Eren was ready to contain the Captain in case he decided to attack the other soldier, although he had a hunch it wouldn’t b easy. On the other side, he was a still a Little astonished because of Petra’s attitude. As for her, as soon as she made sure Levi was sitting and he didn’t want to go after Oluo, she approached the window again to get some fresh air and take deep breaths.

She was still mad at Oluo, but at the same time she felt responsible for her superior’s reaction and feared for what might have happened. Suddenly, Eren’s voice took her out if her thoughts.

“Are you alright, Petra? If you want to, I could go get Gunter or Erd, or I can stay with the Captain if…”

“No, it won’t be necessary, Eren.” She answered, still looking through the window “I shouldn’t have reacted like that and…” she finally looked at him, doing her best to show him a smile and make him feel at ease, but suddenly, she felt Levi’s intense gaze on her and looked at him worried “I’m sorry, I…”

“I don’t like when they treat women like rough.” His voice was gloomy.

“Oh, it’s not that. Oluo was only joking and…” she tried to explain, but the Captain interrupted her.

“But you didn’t like his joke at all and it made you mad.”

“That’s true.” He spoke with sincerity “although it wouldn’t bother me so much in other circumstances. I know it’s only a way to get attention. It’s just that I’m not really in the modo to tolerate him. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lost patience like that.”

“If he does it again, I’ll kick his ass. He’s just like those men who visit mom… first, they say they are joking and then..” Levi’s face got dark while he remembered the things he had seen in his mom’s house, but when he felt the girl’s hand on his shoulder, those images went away and he relaxed. His warning was sincere and both of his subordinates understood it, not completely understanding what was it about, but it didn’t take much imagination to figure out what he actually meant.

A few minutes later, he apparently forgot about the conflict and expectantly looked at Petra, who was still keeping an eye on him.

“Are w going to continue with the reading today?”

“If course, if you want to.” The girl relaxed and showed him a tiny smile. Then, she looked at Eren and asked “What was your favorite story when you were a child?”

“My favorite story?” he thought for an instant “I don’t remember the name. It was a story my mom used to tell me, about a girl that, trying o save her father, she became prisoner in an enchanted castle with a horrible beast and…”

“Oh, I know which one you’re talking about!” she finally smiled, remembering the story that was also one of her favorited and then, she hurried to take one of the books she left in the bookshelf the day before “lucky for us, it’s in one of these books.” She opened it and looked through the pages “here it is.”

The afternoon passed without any other significant event. Both soldiers and the Captain were very entertained reading the beauty and the beast and, apparently Eren’s theory was true to certain degree, since it was easy for Levi to learn some letters again, as if those memories were in a deep corner o his mind, waiting to be remembered.

Before the night fell, the temperature began to decrease and it looked like a storm was coming. When Petra noticed Eren didn’t have his jacket with him, she left him go back to his rom so he wouldn’t catch a flu. Besides, he seemed to be very tired, and before he was gone, he went down to the kitchen to get some tea for her and the Captain.

When they were left alone, Levi continued with the reading and drank tea with the girl. He took the cup by the handle, careful not to get burned with the hot beverage and took a sip. When she noticed the way he drank, he felt confused. The Captain had always grabbed the cups in a very peculiar way and she couldn’t help but wonder about it.

“Hm...Levi?” he looked at the girl, waiting for her to keep talking “don’t you think it’s easier to grab the cup in… I don’t know, in a different way?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean something like this.” She grabbed the cup by the edges, imitating the peculiar way the Captain always did, at least since she met him. She almost dropped the cup, since it was a little uncomfortable.

“It’s very hard to grab it like that.” he made a pause and then looked at her with suspicion “the military have very strange customs.”

“No, it’s not that. We don’t actually grab them like that. It’s just that…. I thought it would be easier for you because…” she didn’t know what else to tell him “just grab it however you like.” She smiled and thought that, perhaps the reason behind that bizarre custom of his, was the result of something that happened in his past life.

Slowly, the sky began to get cloudy and Petra thought it would be better if the Captain went back to his room, before there were more soldiers in the barracks because of the rain and, conveniently, small drops of water began to fall from the sky as soon as they entered his room. When he noticed it, Levi ran to approach the window, fascinated by the rain. He’d never seen raindrops like that, without anything to block the way.

As for the girl, she took a glance at her superior’s room. It was pristine, except from the bed, which was undone since the early morning, but without much effort, Petra could imagine his room always immaculate. In many occasions, she had wondered what his room would look like, and truth to be told, the reality was quite similar to the image inside her mind. The room was a little bigger than the soldiers’. Being one of the highest ranks in the legion, Levi earned certain amenities, like a bigger room with its own bathroom and a beautiful view towards the woods nearby the barracks.

Petra decided to sit in the chair next to the desk, thinking about something that could keep the captain entertained before going to bed, but he interrupted her when he started to tell her about the rain in the underground city. When it rained in there, the water fell through some cracks in the caverns and when they finally reached the floor, it was practically mud. There were also some small sites on the city limits where the sky could be seen through small holes on the heights and, with some luck, rain fell as clean water.

Levi told Petra how much he liked to see the rain with his mother, who sometimes took the opportunity to gather some clean water. The captain shared some details about his past life, which had been very harsh and the girl couldn’t help but thinking the circumstances of his past had been very unfair and cruel for a little child. The memories Levi had about his mother were happy, although he seemed to have some uncomfortable memories about her job and the abuses she received from her clients.

Levi was sitting on the desk, while Petra listened to his story and, suddenly he felt the warmth of her hand on his, as if he was trying to console him somehow. She looked at him with tenderness and the Captain felt shocked, since it was unexpected, but he immediately smiled and held her hand

“It must have been though for you.” Her voice was sweet and serene “but I think you are very brave for surviving it.”

“Do you really think so, Petra?”

“Yes.” She smiled again and a light blush appeared on her cheeks “actually, you are the bravest man I know.”

Suddenly, she became very aware of the situation they were and with a quick movement, she took her hand away from him and looked away. In that moment, the bookcase next to the bathroom door seemed to be the most interesting thing on earth and she stood up to examine it, avoiding the Captain’s gaze. Still, his eyes followed her while a smile appeared on his face. He looked at her warmth and his blue eyes shone while they rested on her silhouette, but a moment later, he heard a thunder in the distance and became got very surprised..

“What is that’!”

“What is what?” she was alarmed because of the tone Levi used.

“That noise” he looked around, fearing for the worse and when it sounded again, he looked at her with horror in his eyes “is it a titan?”

“That noise?” she looked through the window “don’t be afraid, it’s just thunder. Apparently, there’s a storm.”

“I don’t like those noises….” Shen another thunder sounded, Levi stood very close to the wall, as if he wanted to hide.

“It’s alright, come.” She made a movement so Levi would get closer to the desk “why don’t we play with shadows to pass the time’”

Levi looked at her with concern, discerning if he should believe her or not, but to be honest, he didn’t have a reason not to trust her, so he approached her and Petra lighted the candle on the desk. It was dark enough for the light to project clear shadows, and they began to play with them.

At night, Erd knocked on the door. It was his turn to take care of the Captain and he entered the room with a grin.

“Hi… am I interrupting?”

“Not at all, Erd. Did you have enough rest?” the soldier brought a food tray with him and put it in the desk.

“Yes. Enough to keep an eye on the Captain tonight.” Levi seemed to be relaxed and pleased, he looked at Erd “tomorrow morning Gunther will be here, then Oluo with Eren and then you. I’ll spend the night tomorrow as well.

“Understood.” The girl stood up and approached her colleague “I guess…. I’ll see you tomorrow. Good luck and, just in case, remember that my room is at the end of the hall, in the floor below.” She made a pause “rest well, Captain. See you tomorrow.”

And then she left the room, headed towards hers and noticing the storm continued. Without a doubt, she lost track of time and didn’t notice her surroundings while she played with Levi. Suddenly, before she could get farther from the room, she felt something pulling her jacket and when she turned, she became surprised after seeing the Captain’s hand. She noticed his gaze was fixed on the floor, as if he was ashamed and even a little afraid, a gesture he’d never shown before.

“Don’t… don’t go…”

“Captain!” Erd hurried to catch him up.

“What’s wrong?” she got closer to the captain, looking for his eyes.

“Please, don’t leave me alone at night” his voice was sad and frightened.

“But Captain, it wouldn’t be right. I mean, if someone…” Petra tried to explain while she blushed a little, looking around in case there was another soldier nearby, and Erd looked at them a little confused.

“I… I’m scared of the lightning… when the sky sounds like that, bad things happen.” There was nostalgia in his voice, a genuine feeling with certainty that something could happen if he stayed alone.

Petra looked at him sweetly in the eyes and then the three of them went back to the room. There, the girl tried to comfort him and caressed his arm, but suddenly she met Erd’s puzzled gaze, and before he could say something, she hurried to whisper.

“He is afraid of the lightning and…” the soldier interrupted her, finally understanding what was going on.

“Don’t worry Captain. I won’t let anything happen to you. You can sleep peacefully while…”

“I want Petra to stay with me, not you.” His voice was deep and for an instant, both soldiers were speechless. Perhaps their Captain was back, based on his attitude, and yet, they knew he would never say something like that, despite showing some predilection towards the girl once in a while.

“But Captain, it wouldn’t be appropriate that…”

“I said, I want Petra to stay with me!” apparently, he had made his choice and there was little the soldier could do about it.

“Very well,” after looking at each other with serious eyes, the girl touched Erd’s shoulder in a persuasive way and softly spoke “for me, there is no problem. Besides, considering the situation, I don’t think...”

“Don’t even joke about it!” Erd’s expression became shady “you would be committing a very serious crime and…”

“Erd!” she blushed and pushed him “I didn’t mean…” then, the soldier began to laugh “ey, that’s not fair! I thought you were being serious.”

“You should have seen your face, Petra.” He kept laughing “alright, you can stay.” He smiled “I’ll be back in the morning to make sure no one sees you leaving the room and to wait for the next turn. We don’t want anyone to misunderstand the situation. It will be a secret between us.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“The diner is there, so… would you like me to bring you something else? Perhaps a blanket or… perhaps you won’t even feel cold if you sleep with him.” His attitude became thoughtful, but he was evidently not being serious.

“Just go already!” she pushed him while he started to laugh again and she hid her blush.

“Behave, Captain. Remember that Petra is a girl, so…” he took the door’s knob to open it “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He winked and left the room, followed by a book the girl threw at him with indignation.

“It’s not funny.”

“What’s not funny?” immediately asked Levi, very confused.

“That…” she didn’t know what to answer “because of… adult stuff…” she was about to say something else, but another lightning was heard in the distance and the Captain hid under the blankets.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” She got closer and lighted a candle on the nightstand “see? There’s nothing here. Those are only sounds coming from the thunders. Nothing will happen.” He looked at the girl and then around the room, as if he was looking for something that could be hidden in the shadows.

“Thank you.”

“Besides, titans don’t make those sounds. I assure you.”

While they had dinner, the girl told him about the missions and expeditions they had survived and described him the looks of the titans and how they were killed, until she noticed Levi’s sleepy face.

“I think it’s time to sleep. Why don’t you rush your teeth while I look for something more comfortable for you to sleep.” Levi glanced at her as if he was about to object, but finally he nodded and headed towards the bathroom.

Meanwhile, the girl wondered what kind of clothes did the Captain used to sleep. At first glance, he didn’t seem like the type who would wear a pajama, but in different occasion, she became rather surprised after assuming something about him, particularly his cleaning outfit. Given the circumstances, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to let him sleep with the military uniform, but she was sure he’d slept with it the night before and it needed to be washed, so she decided to look into the drawers.

She picked a cotton long sleeved shirt that seemed comfortable enough to sleep with and a pair of loose black trousers. Then, she waited for him to open the door and, before he went out, she handed him the clothes, telling him to put it on, and he agreed without any further objection.

“When you’re done, give me your uniform so I can put it with the laundry clothes, please.” She said from the room, wondering if he heard her through the door, but suddenly her doubts were cleared when Levi abruptly opened the door.

“What did you say?” he looked at her, tilting his head in confusion. He was only wearing the trousers, so he bare chest was exposed.

“I said that…” she looked at him for an instant and then she looked away, ashamed for seeing him like that. Despite the Captain being a strong man, his complexion was rather slim, but in that moment, Petra confirmed a couple things she had wondered in the past. Number 1: yes, his muscles were perfectly ripped and number 2: as crazy as it might be, she felt terribly attracted to him “when you’re done, give me your clothes to put them with the laundry…” she said as she walked towards the window, intentionally avoiding looking at him.

“Alright.” Then he entered the bathroom again and finished dressing up.

Once he was outside, he handed her his uniform, which was all tangled and seriously needed to be washed.

When Levi finally got in bed, Petra got a chair to be close to him and sat down. The storm continued, but the thunders were less frequent. Still, every time the sky sounded, he looked rather afraid, so the girl decided to keep talking. She told him about life inside the walls, while he listened with attention. When he lost his memories, he forgot about how things were in the surface and all seemed like a fairy tale. Nevertheless, and despite wishing to listen until the story was done, it was impossible for him. He fell asleep and a few minutes later, Petra noticed it. She smiled and began to think about a strategy to be aware of his movement, but being comfortable at the same time and suddenly, she felt the Captain’s hand looking for hers, taking it to make sure she was still close.

At first, Petra was surprised, but then a huge grin appeared on her lips. She didn’t have a heart to get away from him, so he just adjusted the chair right next to the wall and she leaned on the headboard. That way, she could sleep a little, but immediately would notice if Levi stood from the bed.

At first, she was determined to stay awake, but slowly, she was defeated by her tiredness and put her feet on the bed to be more comfortable, until a few hours later she fell asleep.

Author’s notes.

Thank you so much for continue reading my story. Sorry for the late update, but I’ve been a little busy with my work. Teaching teenagers is exhausting… but I still enjoy it… any comments are welcome and please, enjoy the reading

#Rivetra #Levi x Petra #Levi Ackerman #Petra Ral #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #rosirinoa

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sleek-mendes · 6 years ago

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Starting Over (L.H) Pt. 2

That night I spent all night tossing and turning, wondering what I was gonna do and how I was gonna do it. After an hour of turning I gave up with a loud sigh and left my room wandering over to Gabi’s door. I pushed it open and noticed she was still awake scrolling through her phone.

“You okay?” She asked as she turned her bed side light on.

“I’m okay but can I sleep in here? I’m really nervous about tomorrow and it’s tradition that when one of us can’t sleep we go to the other.” I said and she nodded, scooting over and making room for me.

I sat on the bed next to her as she turned on the tv and started our favorite netflix show at the moment, The Office.

“Can I say something?” She said after a couple minutes of not talking, only the sound of the show and occasional giggles filling the room.

“Is it mean?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

“No. I mean I don’t think so.” She said and I nodded her to continue.

“It no longer shocks me that people think we’re a couple... were fucking weird.” She said causing me to laugh.

She was right. We had grown up together. We went through everything together. When her mother passed away she lived in my house so she wouldn’t have to be alone. Every time something happened we always called the other. we were sisters , just not biologically. She had watched Luke and I’s relationship blossom , and watch it come crashing down. She stayed up until 4am on the nights I couldn’t sleep because my heart was breaking all over again. She listened to my rants as I watched the countless pictures of different girls with him float around the internet. And the times when I couldn’t stand up for myself she stood up for me. I could always count on her more than anybody and for that I was so grateful.

“Yeah we are pretty weird.” I added and we both giggled before settling back in the comfortable silence of the TV.

“Alright time for bed, you have a big day and if you ever plan on showing him just what he’s missing you better go to sleep now.” Gabi said after a while , turning the tv off along with the light.

“You’re right.” I said quietly, trying to push the thought out of my mind.

I laid down beside her and turned my back away from her trying to force myself to fall asleep.

“Y/N..” She said quietly.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Don’t let him break your heart again.” She said and I smiled sadly even though she couldn’t see it.

“I’m not going to.” I said softly before my tiredness finally took over and i fell asleep, forgetting all about how in less than 24 hours I had to schedule an interview with the boy who was no longer a boy , that broke my heart. But who still managed to have it.

“Get up!” Gabi yelled as she threw a pillow at my head from across the room. I flinched as it hit my face and threw it back at her, missing completely.

“Wow, we need to get you back to the gym.” She said and I rolled my eyes sitting up.

“I don’t know how you manage to wake up on the sarcastic side of the bed every damn morning.” I retorted and she shrugged.

“I sleep on the same side of the bed every night.. simple.” She added.

“God sometimes I wanna punch you.” I laughed as I flipped her off before making my way to the bathroom.

I started the shower and soon stepped into it letting the hot water calm my nerves.

Keep it professional. That’s all you have to do. Are the only positive things I could tell myself to do. I hadn’t even scheduled the interview yet but I knew the boys well enough to know that there was no way they would turn down an opportunity so close to the albums release.

I took my time getting ready, slowly blow drying and straightening my hair, putting extra effort into my makeup, and picking out an outfit.

“Y/N if you don’t hurry the fuck up we’re gonna be late!” Gabi yelled from her room and I rolled my eyes as I pulled my second heel on to my foot.

“Okay mom!” I shouted back sarcastically. “I know you’re rolling your eyes right now!” I added before she appeared at the door frame.

“Wow you know me so well! Now hurry up before I leave without you.” She said smiling sarcastically.

“I’m coming Jesus.” I retorted grabbing my purse and following her out the door.

LUKES POV:

“Bro if you don’t cut it out!” Calum yelled swatting Michaels hand away as he laughed at Calum’s response. I rolled my eyes at the two and followed Ashton into our management teams office.

I sighed as I plopped down into the chair that I had become way to accustomed to.

“Alright boys,” Our manager said rolling her eyes, “We need to talk about your schedule for the week. I have a lot of publicity planned, nothing for this afternoon but i’m sure that will-“ She was cut off by the phone ringing and she huffed glaring down at it.

“I can’t get a sentence in without being interrupted can I?” She said, the annoyance clear in her voice before she cleared her throat and answered the phone.

“Nice to meet you too,”

“Yeah that sounds great! They’d really appreciate it! Does 3 work for you? Fantastic! We’ll see you then.” She said her mood boosting as she hung up the phone.

We all looked at her confused.

“That was a writer from cosmopolitan magazine. She wants to do a piece on you guys. They’re a big magazine with a big fanbase. It’s important that this goes well.” She explained, the stern voice returning as she gave us the same boring speech that we had heard many times before.

“Isn’t cosmopolitan like a girly magazine.” Michael asked, horror filling his face as we all laughed.

“It doesn’t matter. She explained that it wasn’t going to be annoying questions about your love lives or would you rather, but a real insight on who you are and what life is really like. This will give your fans a more personal level to relate to. You need something different like this.” She retorted shooting Michael a glare as he put his hands up in defense.

“And this girls name is what exactly?” Ashton asked, making us all realize we had no idea who this girl was.

“I didn’t catch her name actually but i’m sure she will introduce herself.” Our manager said.

“I hope she’s hot.” Calum added and I nodded bumping fists with him as our manager rolled her eyes for what seemed like the 100th time just in this 10 minute meeting.

“Please go find something to do before your first interview.” She said annoyed and ushered us out of the room.

“No but really I hope she’s hot.” Calum said as we all got into the elevator.

Y/N’s POV:

“It’s scheduled.” I said looking up at Gabi from my desk.

She nodded and smiled.

“Good. I have to go teach this intern what the fuck she’s doing, i’ll see you later.” She said rolling her eyes causing me to laugh.

“Have fun!” I yelled as she walked away.

“Good luck!” She yelled back giving me a thumbs up before disappearing into her office.

I spent the rest of the morning trying to come up with questions to ask the boys. I think I could actually pull this off. For the first time since I got this assignment I actually felt confident. As 2:00 rolled around I knew if I didn’t leave now I would be stuck in LA traffic and would make this company look bad.

I sighed one last time gathering my things before heading towards the elevator.

“How’s the assignment going?” Amanda asked as she passed me and I nodded giving her a tight smile.

“Good. I’m on my way to the interview now.” I said and she nodded, narrowing her eyes like she knew something was up but didn’t want to ask.

“Good. Let me know how it goes.” She said and I nodded, the sound of the elevator opening giving me my cue to leave.

“Oh and Y/N?” Amanda asked as I walked away. I stopped in my tracks and turned around to meet her eyes.

“Yes?” I asked.

She paused for a second and looked over my nervous demeanor.

“Keep it professional. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t need to know. This is your job. Do it well.” She said sternly and I nodded once again before continuing my walk to the elevator.

I drove in silence trying to calm my nerves as best as I could. All that filled my mind was the memories of Luke.

“Luke! Stop! I’m gonna kill you!” I screeched as he tickled my sides causing me to laugh uncontrollably.

He placed a hand over his heart and gasped. “But what would you EVER do without me?” He asked and I thought about it.

“You’re right I won’t kill you but I won’t kiss you either.” I smirked as his face fell.

“Hey that’s not fair.” He pouted and I giggled as I moved from under him.

“Neither is tickling somebody against their will!” I said and he thought about it for a second before nodding.

“Touché” He said smiling at me, my threat long forgotten as i pulled myself next to him and pressed my lips to his.

“I love you.” I smiled and he pecked my lips again, the smile on his face evident.

“I love you too.” He said.

The sound of a horn brought me out of my thoughts and I shook my head focusing back on the road realizing the light had turned green and I hadn’t noticed.

“Oh fuck sorry!” I said waving my hand in my rearview mirror.

But I still couldn’t help the memories that flooded through my brain.

“You’re gonna be huge.” I smiled as Luke mindlessly played with my hair. We had just gotten back from his rehearsal and I couldn’t believe how amazing him and all the boys were.

“You really think so?” He asked quietly.

I sat up and turned to face him and nodded.

“Babe you guys are really good. One day you’re gonna be playing huge stadiums of people.” I smiled.

“As long as your there I don’t care how big the stadiums get.” He added and i grinned.

“I’ll always be there.” I said softly as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

“Promise?” He asked holding out his pinky. I giggled at the childish but cute gesture and locked my pinky with his.

“I promise.” I smiled.

I scoffed at the memory and rolled my eyes, only anger building up in my body. I did promise. And I always intended on keeping that promise. It wasn’t my fault that the promise fell through. It was his.

When I pulled up to the large building I took another minute to gather myself before grabbing my things and heading inside.

“I’m here to see 5 seconds of summer? I’m the writer from cosmopolitan.” I smiled politely and she nodded smiling back as she typed for a second on her computer.

“Yes. I’ll lead you to the room the interview will be held if you’ll follow me.” She said removing herself from the chair and motioning for me to follow.

I tried to calm my nerves, my hands shaking, heart feeling like it was gonna beat out of my chest.

“They’ll be right in there!” She smiled and I nodded thanking her as she walked back towards her desk.

I took a deep breath trying to prepare myself for whatever was about to happen.

“You must be the writer from cosmopolitan!” A lady, probably in her late 20’s early 30’s smiled as she approached me.

“That’s me.” I said shaking her hand.

“I’m Rachel, and I didn’t catch your name. It’s been driving the boys crazy all day just thinking about if your hot or not.” She snorted and I forced a laugh to come out of my mouth.

If they only knew.

“Y/N.” I said and she nodded.

“Beautiful name! Don’t let them flirt too much, they’ll take it and run.” She laughed and I nodded sending her a tight smile as she stepped closer to the door and pushing it open.

“Boys!” She called walking into the room and I stood outside for a second before following her inside avoiding eye contact with all of them.

“Y/N?” I heard a voice breathe and I looked up, my eyes locking with the beautiful eyes of the man who broke my heart years ago. Every sense of confidence thrown out the window at the sight of seeing him after so long.

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pottercrew · 7 years ago

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Study Pt 2

Hey guys! It’s been a while since I posted something for my Pottercrew Snippet Series and I apologise for that but here’s part 2 of Study. (Right click on these links and open them in a new tab cause I’m crap at linking to open to a new tab lol)

I hope you enjoy <3 They shared an awkward walk back to the eighth year common room and separated to grab the things they needed from their rooms. Harry couldn’t quite pinpoint how he felt, just that he needed to be as quick as possible to meet Malfoy in the common room. He huffed, why did his mouth have to speak before his brain thought about it? To ask Malfoy, of all people, if he wanted to study with him.

It wasn’t that he hated Malfoy, no it was quite the opposite, him and Malfoy, to everyone’s surprise and some horror, had come to some sort of unspoken truce. Maybe it was the pressure of their last year, what with their N.E.W.T.S, or maybe it was the fact that the war had changed things between them. Nothing too big, but something had just shifted, when Harry had seen Malfoy for the first day back two months ago, he was surprised at himself that he had felt nothing when he had looked at him, his mind had flashed to a skeletal terrified looking boy gazing horrified at him.

That had been the change, he no longer saw Malfoy as the same boy how had terrorised him and he back throughout their school years. Now, he just saw Draco Malfoy, blonde posh attractive smart Draco Malfoy who was trying to make amends.

Harry quickly grabbed the rolls of parchment strewn haphazardly across his desk and swore as he upended his open inkwell across the wooden surface and down it’s front right leg. Why had he left that open?

He cursed himself, then snatched his wand from his back pocket, cast a cleaning charm, and summoned his bag. Stuffing everything he needed to study, he cast one quick glance around the room, nodded once, and left, closing the door a bit too loudly behind him.

Out in the common room, Malfoy was standing with his back to Harry and looking out of one of the two large windows overlooking the forbidden forest. Harry keep his eyes on Malfoy’s back, refusing to look at the expanse of brown and green tree tops stretching to the horizon.

There was something about the way the light hit Malfoy’s hair and his face that had Harry pausing mid step, forgetting what he was about to say. Malfoy looked like he could quiet have easily been a moving painting painted by an artist long dead who aimed to capture an angel.

Harry had never seen anything like it. Since when did Malfoy look so beautiful and yet so handsome at the same time? He had always been beautiful, even Harry could admit that, what with his pointy features and aristocratic cheekbones. But here, he looked different.

Harry was snapped out of his thoughts when the portrait to the common room slammed open and two obviously drunk figures stumbled in. Dean and Seamus were laughing loudly, Dean holding onto an open bottle of firewhiskey in one hand and his other thrown around a much drunker looking Seamus.

Malfoy turned his head to look at them and they both tried to shush each other before Dean spoke

“Harry mate, can’t talk, got to escort this drunken chap to bed”

Seamus laughed loudly, “Chap when have you ever said chap. Oh hey Malfoy, got to talk to you about the charms work later” Seamus was slurring, and he pointed at Malfoy at every second word, sending his body tipping and swaying every which way.

Malfoy nodded, “Probably best if you do that tomorrow Finnegan, it looks like you’re about to throw up”

Dean laughed and grabbed Seamus by the hand “Come on you, let’s get you to bed”

Seamus looked at him “You can take me to bed anytime you want Thomas” Seamus purred and Harry had to stifle a laugh at the look at surprise on Dean’s face. It was common knowledge for Harry, Ron and Neville that Seamus had fancied Dean since third year, they all had to deal with his moaning about Ginny and any other girl Dean got with. None of them however, had felt they had the right to tell Dean.

Dean didn’t say anything, just looked at Harry and Malfoy mumbled a goodnight, and helped Seamus down the corridor towards the boys bathroom.

Harry turned back to face Malfoy to find him staring at him. “I don’t think it’s a good idea studying in here” Malfoy said, and Harry felt a slight panic that Malfoy might have changed his mind. “People are going to be stumbling in all night” He explained.

“Oh yeah, right” Harry said “How about the library?” Malfoy nodded at this and pulled the strap to his bag higher on his shoulder.

“Okay” He said and walked towards the portrait and swinging it open. Malfoy looked back at him as if expecting him not to follow but Harry did, the sudden realisation that he and Malfoy were going to be alone in the library making his throat dry. Merlin he hoped he didn’t put his foot in it.

Draco really didn't know why he had said yes to this, but here he was, sitting next to Potter, seeing the face he pulls when something confuses him, the slight wrinkle between his eyes, hand clenching slighting around his quill.

Draco would on no means, under no circumstances admit to liking the way Potter acted when he understood something, the small smile of triumph, the focused look in his eyes as he put his head down, almost too close to his quill, (Draco did have to hold in a snort when it did actually hit one of his lenses) and wrote sentences and sentences, seemingly on the roll.

Not only that, but somehow, in the few seconds they had separated to get their stuff, Potter had managed to spill what looked like an entire ink pot down the bottom of his blue shirt and to reasons that infuriated Malfoy, he found it charming. He didn’t say anything though, and the fact that Potter didn’t seem to notice it was there amused him greatly.

He was utterly distracted and there was no cure for it other than kicking Potter out of the library, and that didn’t seem like an option. He ran his eyes over the dark shelves, wondering if Madam Pince was still here. He doubted it, he was never more grateful to Mcgonagall more than when she had told the small group of 8th years that the library was now open later just for them, their individual magical signatures allowing the doors to open and let them into both the normal section and the restricted section.

It seems now, that every teacher knew they had been through a war, they were given full access to the books that lay in there, knowing that nothing they would see would be as horrific as what they had witnessed during the fighting.

Potter let out a small sigh and Draco’s eyes bore into the top of his dark head then snapped down to his own parchment when Harry raised his head and threw his arms up in a stretch.

“I don’t think I’ve ever got so much work done in one session before” He yawned, pushing his fingers underneath his glasses and rubbing his eyes. “I think it’s probably because Hermione's not here and I have space to think” He snorted, flopping his head back. Draco didn’t know what to say to that so he said nothing, just looked down at his own unfinished sentence and tried to remember how he was going to finish it.

“What are you specifying in?” Came Harry’s voice and Draco looked up again, from the upward tilt of Potter’s lips, this wasn’t the first time he asked. It took Draco’s brain a few seconds to catch up before he realised Potter was asking about which type of transfiguration he was choosing to specialise in, in his exams.

“What?” Draco winced at how dumb he sounded.

Potter just smiled and nodded his head towards Draco’s transfiguration parchment “What are you specifying in this year?”

“Conjuration” Draco answered.

“Really?” Potter asked, eyebrows raising “Impressive”

Draco felt heat rising on his ears and forced himself to roll his eyes “If you paid more attention in class you’d get it”

Potter looked sheepish before sending Draco a wide grin “Yeah, that’s true, I’m specialising in vanishment”

“Of course you are” Draco snorted and leaned back in his chair when Harry let out a laugh

“What does that mean?”

“Didn’t you vanish a plane of glass when you were 9? Of course you’d do vanishment, you’d be a fool not to” At Potter’s look he carried on “It’s better to play to your strengths, I saw your untransfiguration at the beginning of the year. Let's just say you picked the right thing”.

Potter let out a bark of laughter and Draco was again relieved that they were alone. If this had been in the day, they definitely would have been kicked out by now.

Draco dragged his eyes away from Potter’s face and looked back at his work. It was no use, he'd have to re read the chapter to get back into the roll of writing this. He stood up.

“I need to go find a book”

Potter just picked his quill back up and started writing, “Okay, call me if you get lost”

Draco tried to hide his smile as Potter’s laugh floated after him. It would do no good for himself nor Potter’s ego to react to everything Potter did. Draco ran his eyes down the main aisle, taking in the pitch black corners of the library, shadows dancing along with the flickering of the candles.

He did like the library at this time of night, although yes, it was different having Potter at the table with him, it wasn’t a bad different, more...less lonely. He shook his head, less lonely, what was he, a child?

Draco carried on to the aisle he knew housed the transfiguration tomes, and yes they were tomes written by long dead wizards and witches with out of date views, boring long script on nothing but theory, in tiny black inked text. Draco breathed in deeply, taking in the smell of old parchment, leather and mildew and sighing in contentment.

Although nothing could beat the smell of a potions lab, there was something comforting about the smell of old books, maybe it just reminded him of being in the manor’s library, sitting in his mother’s lap and hearing her voice as she read any book that Draco liked the colour of, normally ending up being long scripted accounts of wizarding laws going back centuries, but he never cared, just liked the sound of his mother’s voice.

He ran his fingers down the spines of numerous books as he walked, the feel of leather to velvet to paper to fur leading him forwards. He knew where the book was, having taken it out a few times in the past. He stopped, tipped the spine towards him to read the silver lettering on dull red leather before pulling it out fully. He scanned the index then shifted through the book to the chapter he needed, nodded, closed it and walked back to their table.

Potter was bent over his parchment again, quill moving furiously and Draco got a thrill out of making him jump as he dropped the large book down onto the table.

“Prat” Potter said, and to Draco’s surprised looked guilty about it, “Sorry” Potter said, looking back down at his work.

“Whatever for?” Draco found himself saying as he sat back down. Why was Potter apologising to him for calling him a prat, like they haven’t been calling it each other for years?

“Nothing” Potter said too quickly and Draco snorted.

“Out with it Potter, not all of us have the amazing ability to figure out what you mean like Weasley and Granger”

Potter looked at him “I didn’t...I didn’t want to offend you” He mumbled, looking thoroughly embarrassed now.

“Why would you offend me Potter?” Draco asked, perplexed. What was wrong with Potter? But Draco had a small feeling he knew what it was, and he didn’t like it.

“It’s just” He took a deep breath before continuing “You just seemed different, in the common room and I didn’t want to upset-”

“You didn’t want to upset me” Draco cut in, “Why would you calling me a prat upset me? You are aware we have been calling each other it for years now Potter, unless someone has obliviated those particular memories?” he drawled. Part of him was furious that Potter would treat him with kiddie gloves, but another deeper part, was slightly happy that Potter had been worried enough about him or something to do with their acquaintanceship to censor himself.

“No” Potter shot out looking defensive before huffing slightly “I just, don’t want to fuck this up” He breathed.

“Fuck what up?” Draco asked.

Potter motioned between them “This...this truce or whatever”.

Draco felt his ears return to being red and had to look away. “Just don’t be weird”

“I wasn’t being weird” Potter said, but at Draco’s look he continued “Okay I was, but so were you!”

“What are you? Four?” Draco said raising his eyebrows but he could feel the smile on his lips.

“Maybe, still older than your mental age” Potter shot back. Draco tried to look offended but he had missed this, more than he realised and all he could do was smiled down at his parchment.

“Shut it Potter, we have work to do” Was all Draco said back, feeling a feeling of normalcy he had not felt in years.

#Drarry #pottercrewsnippetseries #Pottercrewwritings #Harry James Potter #Draco Malfoy #drarry fanfic #deanmus #hinted Dean x Seamus

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defsoulaioa · 7 years ago

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As The Sun Sets Pt.2

Member(s): Youngjae X Reader ft.Jinyoung, Jaebum & Jackson Genre: Angst Words: 2092 Plot: Youngjae comes running back to you to make things up and rebuild your relationship before things are too late. However, he comes to find out you’ve moved on before he could even have the chance to explain. When he attempts to seek you out for privacy to give an explanation, it comes too late for the both of you.

There was a knock at the door making me break apart from Jinyoung. Quickly opening the door, Youngjae stood there pale as ever, in front of me, with his hands behind his back.

"What are you doing here, Youngjae?" I questioned raising my brows as it was something unexpected. My mouth began to open again to speak, but it slowly closed when I noticed the shadow casted behind him. A bouqet of flowers was what he was holding from behind. "..Let's not do this." I sighed, looking back up at him, however, it doesn’t make him step back any further. "Please? There’s some-" "Don't come back begging me... Why?" I asked cutting him off.

When he didn’t answer, I hesitated to let him in or not. "Wh-why don't you come inside.” Youngjae’s eyes lit up and smiled kindly. “I mean, you came all the way here. I don’t want to make you leave suddenly.” I added making an excuse for my soft-hearted self.

I led him into the living room and sat him down as he gave me the bouqet. “Thank you... I’ll uh set it here and place them in a vase later on.” I simply said giving a warm smile.

"Babe, what took you so lon-" Jinyoung comes running out of my room in his shorts, half naked and soon stops his tracks when he notices Youngjae. “Oh, hi." Jinyoung warmly greets bringing his hand out to shake it with Youngjae’s "Hi." Youngjae replies a bit coldly refusing to offer Jinyoung his hand.

I bit my lip feeling awkward in the moment between us three. "Uh look, why don't you just sit here and I'll go get you a drink. Hm? Warm water?" I asked, fixing the couch. "Ginger tea," Youngjae responded. I examined him, confused why all of a sudden but remembered that he sometimes preffered this over water. "..if you wouldn't mind." He continued. "Ah, right.” I mumbled quietly turning around.

I walked to the kitchen and behind me followed Jinyoung. "Hun, why don't-" I turned around and paused, realizing I was leveled with Jinyoung's bare chest. I grabbed his arms and pushes him away. "Go get dress, will you?" I whispered up to him with a bright smile.

He smiles and brings a hand to fix my messy hair. "Sure," Jinyoung pecks my lips before giving me a long warm hug. I turned back around, as he leaves and grabs a cup and a pot before slicing pieces of ginger into the pot full with water. I threw in a bit of rosemary to add into the smell.

Walking out of the kitchen, Youngjae who was quick to get up when he saw me. I just gave him a caring look and a small smile, before walking passed him. "Jinyoung!" I shouted, calling for him. "Yes, my idiot." He comes out from behind the closet door and cups my face instantly before kissing my forehead another peck.

"Are you leaving soon?" I asked, as he pulls me close to him. He nods, "I got work in an hour." "Stay with me a bit." I insisted with a simple pout before giving him a sly smile. "Hm?"

He smiles and sighs before unlocking eyes with me in sheer embarrassment. "I can't." He answers. "You know that."

“Ugh, I know.” I rolled my eyes and simply give another pout before rubbing his arms. "Hey, come here." Jinyoung lifts my chin up, and gives me a long lasting kiss."Mm! The tea," I quickly pushed him away and ran out to check up on the drink.

Pouring the drink into a cup, I began to walk out of the kitchen."Here, Youngjae-" I almost ended up spilling the tea all over myself when he suddenly got up coughing crazily and left.

"Youngjae!" I shouted after him, forgetting about the lingering burn on my skin. What the heck just happened? I ran outside after him, but Jinyoung stopped me. "Y/N, don’t go. It's better to leave him alone," A panic ran over my head, "What are you talking about? He just-"

"Looking at it, he doesn't seem to be in the best condition. Just let him be, it's not your place to care right now." Jinyoung says again rubbing my arms, but worries kept on rushing over my head. "But shouldn't we-" "No, it's not your concern." Jinyoung says boldly. "Come on, go back inside the apartment and clean off that burn. I will be back after my shift, okay?"

I nodded slowly, knowing he was right. I shouldn't be concerned about him, it's not my position to. Quietly, I walked back inside as Jinyoung leaves for work and shut the door before going back to clean the mess.

Later that night, I got a weird text from Youngjae.

Fr: Choi Youngjae Do you.. have time to talk? Can't you meet me up at the roof where we would always go?

I read it and turned my head looking at Jinyoung who was asleep beside me.

...Right now? It's late, how about tomorrow morning?

I couldn't even put my phone down when Youngjae was quick to reply. No.

I... can't. Will you just come out for a bit?

I promise, it won't take long. He adds.

I reread the message, thinking to myself what I should do. I just couldn't bring myself to answer him and meet him. Jinyoung's voice rang through my head: "It's better to let him go." "Just let him be, it's not your place to care."

Taking a deep sigh, I typed. I can't right now, Youngjae. It's late, go to sleep. I placed my phone back on my small desk and shifted my position on the bed to face Jinyoung, who was sound asleep. I tried my best to smile as I soothe my hands over his dark hair. Combing it, I gave a soft chuckle at his facial expression.

My phone ringed again with a notification that Youngjae had texted me, but I didn't dare to turn and check. I continued massaging Jinyoung's ear, knowing that he likes the feeling of it. The man snuggled with a soft groan and I smiled before going to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with my phone ringing nonstop. Calls after calls, rings after rings, and notifications after another. Groaning, I rubbed my eyes while stretching. "Jeez! Pick up your phone will you.." Jinyoung groans, throwing the covers over his head.

I turned to my side and grabbed it, picking up the call instantly. "What is it? Gosh, it's so early, why the hell are you bothering me now, Jaebum?" "You need to come now." He answers boldly in demand.

"When are you guys going to stop bothering me? And come where?" I yawned still rubbing my eyes.

"Youngjae's apartment. His roof." Jaebum answers in short.

"His roof?!” I shot up from the bed. “Wh-what do you mean his roof?!" I quickly got up from my bed yanking the sheets off of me and ran to my closet picking up the outfit I can find.

"I'll explain later, it's urgent." He ended the call shortly and I panicked. Things ran through my head, and I couldn't focus on putting my clothes on. Hesitatingly, I scrolled down to all the messages that people had sent to me this morning about Youngjae or so.

Fr: Choi Youngjae I just want to explain everything, so please come out. I don't have much time..

My heart sank. Much time... What the hell does he mean!?

Tears swelled my eyes, as I grew more concerned. I swear, if this is all a prank planned by Youngjae I am going to kill them all.

"Where are you going?" Jinyoung asks getting up. "I have an urgency, I have to go.” I quickly answered throwing on my sweater. “Call you later when your shift ends?" I said rushing out of my bedroom door and out my apartment.

I arrived no later than 10 minutes, and raced up the 10 story building to the roof. Right as soon as I opened the door,police officers were there.. pens and notes being written on their notepads. Yellow prohibited lines were drawn and placed on the scene. Reporters with mics and cameras were all huddled in an area trying to get a tape of something. A helicopter floating above us all with nurses and doctors inside. My eyes shifted to where Jaebum stood. I ran to them in panic and rush. "What's going on." I demaned for an answer. "Answer me!" I screamed, getting more furious when Jaebum couldn’t look at me in the eyes.

Jackson helped pried me off of Jaebum and told me to calm down. "Look over there." He told me and for some reason, I didn't want to. I knew it was going to be a horrible idea, but the other half of me knew that I needed to. I needed to know.

There. Youngjae on the floor, looking as frozen as ever. Cold as ice, lips sealed blue... "No." I gasped, trying to get Jaebum's hold off me. "Youngjae!" I screamed in horror and shouted in tears.

"No, you can't!" He warned, but I couldn't stop yelling and screaming for Youngjae to come back. "No, no no! This is all lies!" I shouted repeatedly not wanting to hear anymore of those helicopter noises, nor those cameras flashing or those officers talking about the incident.

"Tell me this isn't true." I begged looking vulnerably at the guys.

"He's gone, Y/N. He's gone... we can't do anything." Jaebum says, patting my back. I refused to believe. "No, he's not."

"He's not coming back, Y/N." Jaebum says again, calmly. I continued sobbing into Jaebum's arms not wanting to accept the truth. "He-" Jaebum hesitated choking back a tear. "He wanted to tell you, but he didn't know how to express himself."

I sniffed and wiped my nose, looking at Youngjae's distant body being lifted and carried into the helicopter. "He's been sick Y/N... for quite a while now... those nights that he left? He was up on this roof, thinking how he could be able to spend time with you. But.. he took those times thinking for granted and you eventualy... left."

"No no no, stop. Stop it." I whined in tears. “I dont want to her it anyore.”

"Youngjae-... he came yesterday wanting to explain, wanting you to understand and listen, wanting another chance.. just before he visited he had an appointment. The doctor said he only had 3 weeks left due to the growth of his disease.. and he told me he wanted to be able to spend those 3 weeks with you... He wanted exactly 3 weeks with you if possible."

"This is all lies, tell me that!” I shouted ripping his hands away from me.

"I guess it didn't turn out well when I dropped him off yesterday. He called me to pick him up here late last night, but I missed the call.. only receiving it this morning. Y/N, he wanted to explain, he just didn't even know how to accept it himself." Jaebum comtinued to explain looking at me with pity in his eyes.

And that's when everything started making more sense... why he kept leaving... why he couldn't tell me... why he left coughing out blood that was stained on his shirt.. why he wanted to meet last night...

I let out a breathe of air and collapsed onto the floor. I still sat on the ground after hours when everyone left. Jaebum stayed by my side for a while in comfort after everyone left, but he soon left me too.

I fisted my hand in anger of my own self and in resentment. If I could go back time...

"Y/N." I heard a voice calling my name. I looked up, seeing that the sky had dropped. The sun had already setted, and it was leaving me. The sky was turning darker within ever moment and what shined above me was the glistening moon. "Y/N." My head turned to find the where the voice was coming from, but no one was there.

"Y/N... I'm here." It was Youngjae's voice...

No, I'm hallucinating. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" The voice was Jinyoung...

With disappointment, I looked back at my own frozen hands and breathing for the last time, I let out a breath. "Youngjae..."

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jaeminlore · 8 years ago

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Enchanted Pt 2 // Moon Bin

Pt. 1

the prompt: could you pretty please write a continuation/spin off/sequel of the mermaid Moonbin AU?? If you WANT to make the sequel have a happy ending, I won’t complain~

words: 4011

category: angst + fluff

warnings: torture

author note: you guys I had this planned before I put the first part up, no lie. I’ll do Eunwoo’s spin-off story eventually, although it’ll take awhile. Also I left this ending kinda open. I might do a part 3, but I knife like how this ends.

- destinee

the entire second part was planned bc of this gif right here i wasn't going to have one until i saw this gif

You sat at your kitchen table. The screen door facing the ocean was wide open, and you gladly let the ocean breeze blow through your hair. You were doing your homework, struggling to bring your grades back up after missing school for a week.

Your father took you to the doctor, afraid you had developed depression. He thought it must be related to your mother’s leaving the two of you, although that was years ago. Your change in mood had started a week ago. As you sat in the therapists office, you couldn’t answer any of the questions she gave you.

No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t remember why you had been so unsocial the past week. You had no memory of those days.

“Y/n!” Your father bounded through the screen door, a few bags in his hand.

“Hey, Dad,” you said, smiling. “Did you find everything you needed in town?”

“Yes. I got something special for you.” He set one of the bags on the table, “I got you some custom shoes.”

Your father was a fisherman, and he had a knack for finding special scales that looked beautiful and glowed in the sun rays. He would take them to a place and have them sewed onto shoes or a bag just for you.

You eagerly opened the bag and pulled out a pair of wedged heels, decorated in cobalt blue scales. A sense of déjà vu came over you, but you couldn’t place where or why. “What fish did this come from?”

You never asked about the fish your dad harvested. You didn’t like the smell of dead fish, so you never came down to the dock on the days he brought home whatever he caught. You only went to the dock to help him unpack or pack his fishing boat.

“I actually think you’re old enough, Y/n. Why don’t you come on the boat with me and see?”

You crinkled your nose. “No, thanks.”

“C'mon,” your dad coaxed. “These fish don’t smell. I promise you won’t regret seeing them. The fish these scales came from got away, so we’re going to go after him tomorrow. Wanna come?”

As strange as his phrase sounded, you couldn’t help but want to see what fish these such beautiful scales belonged to. “Okay, I’ll go.”

The ocean water smelt of salt and fish, and it sprayed you every now and again. You stood against the railing of your father’s fishing boat, a life jacket over your chest.

Men from your father’s crew were bustling around, dragging heavy ropes behind them. You looked down at your own rubber boots and smiled, liking the feeling of being counted a fisherman like your father.

You waited anxiously to see the colorful fish he would bring up.

“He’s been spotted!” Your dad said, running over to you eagerly.

The day was getting colder as winds picked up. Something about your father’s voice reminded you of Captain Ahab, constantly hunting for Moby Dick. He sounded desperate, and unwilling to comply to anyone else’s orders. You wondered why he sounded so strange.

“How do you know it’s a he?” You asked, peering down into the ocean. “Isn’t it just a fish.”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you,” your father said, also peering down into the water. “I don’t fish for fish.”

“What do you fish then?” You asked innocently. “What else has beautiful scales besides a fish…”

As your voice trailed off in recognition, you father waited patiently for your reply.

Mermaids weren’t a myth in your town, you knew. However, you grew up knowing the legend: that mermaids and mermen could draw people in with a simple note of song.

You knew they lived in your ocean. You knew there were communities of merpeople swimming beneath the surface. However, there was an unspoken rule between both species, and that was the simple don’t bother us and we won’t bother you rule.

Mermaid poaching was illegal, and considered murder. Especially by you, who had always spoken vocally against the poaching of innocent merpeople.

You felt dirty, knowing that the shoes you had been wearing to school were made from some mermaid’s beautiful tail. You felt dirty knowing this is what your father did without your knowledge.

“Now, Y/n, before you get worked up, we don’t kill the mermaids.”

“Then what do you do?” You asked, hoping for any answer that would make your dad seem less like the monster you were beginning to think he was.

“We just capture them and scrape the scales off of their tales,” you father explained. “Their scales regenerate, so it’s not like we’re hurting them.”

“Doesn’t it hurt to get the scales off?” You asked, still not believing your father.

“Not at all,” he assured you. “It’s the equivalent to shaving your legs.”

Still skeptical, you followed your father to the edge of the boat, where men were casting nets down. “Don’t let him get away!”

You listened to the roughness in your father’s voice. What if he was lying to you? Were you to sit around while they hurt innocent merpeople?

While everyone was on deck, struggling to situate the nets so that they would catch the merman, you ran under deck.

While under there, you walked up to the porthole and peaked through, hoping to spot the merman they so desperately wanted to catch.

When you caught it, a fleeting flash of cobalt against the green tinted water, you banged on the window as loud as you could, hoping to distract the mermaid into coming towards you, where no net was.

If he swam to the other side of the boat, he would surely be caught.

You kept banging on the glass loudly, and when you finally locked eyes with the merman, you gasped in excitement.

His eyes were wide and brown, and his eyelids dropped almost sleepily as he looked at you. His brown hair floated around is face like a soft, underwater halo.

A strange look came over his face as he swam closer. Finally, there was only the porthole spreading the two of you, and you watched him silently as he pressed both his hands against the wall of the ship.

His mouth moved, and you could’ve sworn he spoke your name.

Though you had no idea who this merman was, he seemed to have a clear indication of who you were.

You made an X shape with your forearms and pointed to the other side of the ship, alerting him that he shouldn’t go that way.

As if he understood, he nodded.

“Y/n! You’re a genius!” Your father’s voice came out of nowhere. He was just climbing down the stairs to find you, and upon seeing the merman, he turned back around and began to shout at his men to change directions of the net.

“Oh no,” you mumbled. Then you turned back to the porthole with wide eyes and made shooing motions.

“Get away!” You shouted, hoping he would be able to hear you.

The merman looked up, and then back at you with a look of fear on his face. A net suddenly fell upon his head, encasing him.

You watched helplessly as he was pulled up towards the surface. That’s when you saw it, patches of dark blue scales were missing from his tail. Red, irritated skin could be seen in the empty places.

There was no way that didn’t hurt him.

You made you mind then and there. You were going to do whatever you could to save this merman.

Moonbin felt like crying. No matter where he searched, he couldn’t find Eunwoo anywhere.

Although he trusted his friend to be responsible, mermaid poachers had been bothering their hidden reef lately, and Moonbin was a fair Eunwoo would be caught.

Moonbin already knew what it was like to be caught by those horrific men. Only a day after he made you take the potion, he had been in the reefs, looking for shells to distract himself from thinking about you.

He was so busy, he didn’t see the shadow of the net as it was cast above him, trapping him.

He was pulled above the surface and met with the faces of jeering humans, some with frightening harpoons in their hands.

Once of the deck of the boat, Moonbin was strapped and tied down until he lay absolutely rigid with a gag in his mouth that made him unable to protest the horrors that continued.

One of the men took what looked to be a large, flat knife, and placed it against the grain of Moonbin’s sales.

White hot flashes of pain flashed in Moonbin’s head as the man scraped the knife upward, causing tons of individual scales to fly off in every direction.

Moonbin gritted his teeth and writhed around, hot tears falling out of his eyes. He had never been in so much physical pain before. He had to wonder if he would survive the torture he felt in that moment.

Eventually, the man stopped. Moonbin breathed deeply, his chest heaving up and down as he finally felt some sort of peace from the pain.

It was all over as the men grabbed him harshly and threw him over the side of the boat.

The salt water added more pain to the sore areas, and Moonbin swam home as quickly as he could, hoping to get to the doctor before he passed out from the pure shock of it all.

Now Moonbin was back, playing with the fish in a different part of the ocean.

This time he saw the shadow of the ship, and he darted away quickly. Only when he heard receptive knocking did he turn around.

He made eye contact with you, and his heart nearly dropped. Y/n? Were you okay? Why were you signaling him?

He swam forward, pressing his palms against the side of the ship and watching you from the other side of the glass. You made continual negative signs, and he understood that you were warning him to get far away.

However, before he could, the familiar weight of a net fell upon his shoulders, cementing him to the ocean floor as bait.

You looked back at the porthole, hoping to glance at your face one more time, yet you were gone.

“Dad! What are you doing?” You asked, hysterically pulling on your father’s elbow.

Your eyes drifted to the helpless mermaid on the deck. He looked pitiful, his eyes closed tightly as your father’s crew jeered at him.

“Stop!” You spoke once again, this time louder and more authoritative.

You pushed through the crowd of men and fell to your knees in front of the merman. Hesitantly, you reached for the ropes that held his wrists together.

As soon as your skin made contact with his, his eyes darted open and he winced.

“It’s okay,” you whispered in a motherly tone.

As his gaze softened and his breathing slowed, you continued to untie him.

“Get away, Y/n.” Your father’s gruff voice spoke. He grabbed you by the elbow and pulled you back. “I told you we don’t hurt him.”

“That’s bull,” you spat. “Look at the fear in his eyes! You obviously hurt him enough last time to make him afraid of you.”

You shoved your father away and glared at him. “Leave him alone.”

“Honey, this is how I make money. I can’t just let one of the most beautiful tails go.”

“He’s a merman, he has emotions and can feel pain just like you! His tail is a part of his body and something you have no right to.”

“Didn’t you like your shoes?” Your father asked.

“You told me they were made from fish scales. Fish that you eat! Not a merperson!” You shouted, feeling absolutely horrible for ever liking those shoes.

Your father sighed. “I didn’t want to have to do this, Y/n.” He then turned to one of his crew members, “Lock her up downstairs.”

You protested greatly, but in the end you were no match for the large man who pushed you downstairs, locking the door behind him. You made a ruckus, shouting loudly. “Don’t you hurt him!”

You quickly extracted your phone and called the police. “Hello, I need to report a mermaid poaching. Please come arrest these men before they hurt another mermaid.”

After giving them your information and asking them to send out a rescue boat, you slid down the wall and covered your ears, hating the pleads of mercy that came from the poor boy’s mouth. Especially because you could do nothing about it.

Moonbin woke up in a confined space, his arms constricted to his sides, yet not tied up. Blinking slowly, Moonbin managed to gaze up at a white ceiling.

He looked around, taking notice of the ivory toilet and sink. He was in a human bathroom.

That would explain why he felt constricted. He was sitting in a bathtub, with lukewarm water coming up to his ribs.

A confused look appeared on his face when he gazed at his tail, which was covered with some kind of clear paste.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Your voice jolted him out of his thoughts.

“Y/n,” he breathed.

“How do you know my name?” You asked, not seeming very bothered as you sat criss-crossed on the tiled floor.

“Uh, your father called you by it. I’m Moonbin.” Moonbin quickly covered himself, not knowing how to tell you that you were once under his curse.

He wasn’t sure what hurt more: his tail wounds or the fact that you still didn’t remember him.

You handed him half of a sandwich. “Hello, Moonbin. I don’t really know what you people eat, so I hope you like peanut butter and jelly.”

Moonbin’s heart swelled as he tasted the familiar food. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“I couldn’t let you starve, could I?”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Moonbin began, “Where is your dad? And those other men?”

You looked down at your hands, embarrassed. “They’ve been arrested. You passed out before the police arrived, and they helped me transfer you here. This is my house.”

“Why didn’t you put me back in the ocean?”

Red colored your cheeks as you answered, “I wanted to make sure you were okay. This is going to sound weird, but I feel like we’ve met before.”

“That’s not weird at all,” Moonbin said, smiling at you. He felt the urge to tell you the truth, but he was also afraid of scaring you. “But how am I going to get back into the ocean?”

You bit your lip and shrugged shyly. “I didn’t think that far. I’ll call my friend to help me.”

“My tail is really heavy,” Moonbin said.

“Rocky is strong,” you said. “I’ll call Jinwoo as well, though.”

Moonbin frowned. His head pricked with insecure and jealous thoughts. Wouldn’t you prefer a human over a merman anyway? You probably had a crush on one of the boys you mentioned. Why wouldn’t you? If you didn’t have a crush on them, one of them certainly had to have a crush on you.

Moonbin felt panic rise in his heart. What if you were already dating someone? That was possible, since you would’ve forgotten about them under the curse.

It still hurt the merman that your feelings were fabricated. His feelings for you were still very real and it pained him to see that you had no recollection of your time together.

“I wish I was a mermaid,” you mumbled, eyeing Moonbin’s tail. “I would want a light blue tail.”

“Y-You can’t pick your tail color,” Moonbin repeated the words he had said just days ago.

You replied exactly as you had then. “It’s just a dream. I can have whatever tail I want.”

Moonbin was about to reply when you whispered in a low voice. “I feel like you guys have more fun in the ocean. Besides, I think I would look pretty with seashells in my hair.”

“You would,” Moonbin quietly agreed before he could stop himself.

You were too busy staring at his tail to notice. “My father said your scales would regenerate. Was he lying?”

“No,” Moonbin said. “They do regenerate, but it will take a few months. It’s like losing hair and having to grow it back.”

“Oh.” You looked at him, inquisitive, “Can I touch it?”

“If you want. I’ve heard people say it feels like a dead fish.” Moonbin was pulling out every conversation he had had with you in the hopes that something would click in your mind and revive your memory.

He received nothing.

You poked his tail hesitantly. “I thought a mermaid tail would be light, but it’s really heavy, like you said,” you spoke, thinking back to how many police had to carry him into the house. “And sorry to say, but that person was right. It does feel like a dead fish.”

You shot him a smile, which he returned, his eyes soft with an unreadable emotion.

Then you turned back to his tail, eyeing the angry patches of red. “I’m sorry my father did this to you. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him.”

“You tried,” Moonbin whispered, for he remembered how hard you fought the men before they locked you up.

You stroked his tail calmly, almost like you were petting the back of a dog. “I know, but I still hate they’ve hurt you. You didn’t deserve it. And your tail is my favorite color…”

“Are you crying,” Moonbin pushed himself up and reached towards you. He brushed a stray tear out from under your eye with the pad of his thumb. “Why are you crying?”

“I wore the shoes!” You said. “My father made shoes out of your scales and I wore them to school! I bragged about them! I’m just as horrible as he is!”

“Hey,” Moonbin cooed softly, “You didn’t know, okay? How were you to know if he didn’t tell you?”

You sniffed and met his eyes. His big, brown eyes that were so soft and personal, as if he were your closest friend. They were open, as if he trusted you with everything.

“You should be fussing at me,” you said. “You should be angry.”

“I’m not,” Moonbin replied. “Y/n, I’m not mad at you.”

You folded your arms over the edge of the tub and sighed. “I know. I’m just mad at myself.”

“Don’t be,” Moonbin said. He reached over and pulled your hand away from your folded grip. He squeezed your hand, “I’m okay now. It’s only a memory.”

You looked at his large hand incasing your own. He was still looking at you, his lips quirking into a smile as you let go and instead began to play with his fingers.

“I can’t get rid of this feeling like I’ve met you before. Nothing between us feels awkward or strange.”

Moonbin bit his lip. He wanted to tell you. Taking a deep breath, he blurted out before he could stop himself, “We have met before, Y/n.”

You stopped playing with his hands and looked at him. “Are you serious? How? When?”

Moonbin’s voice came out softer as he dropped his hands into the now-cold bath water. “I, uh, cursed you?”

“What?” You weren’t sure you heard that right. “What curse?”

“The merman’s curse,” Moonbin answered. “If a human hears a mermaid sing, they become enchanted.”

“I’ve never heard you sing,” you said.

“You have,” Moonbin insisted. “I got a potion from a sea witch that would reverse the enchantment. You…you told me you loved me and I would feel sorry once you took it and nothing happened. You were wrong.”

You plopped onto the bathroom floor, shocked. There was no way. You would’ve remembered being cursed by a boy like him.

However, the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. There was that week or so you couldn’t remember no matter how hard you tried.

You looked up at Moonbin, “D-Did I love you?”

Moonbin sat back and looked straight towards his tail. “Not really. Any love you had for me was fabricated by the spell.”

“That didn’t answer my question. I loved you, didn’t I?”

The look on Moonbin’s face answered your question. It answered another question too.

“You loved me back,” you spoke quietly, afraid you had read his expression wrong.

Moonbin cut his gaze towards your face. “So what if I did?”

“Did?” You asked. “Are you over me?”

“No,” Moonbin mumbled. Then he sat up quickly and turned so that nearly half his torso was out of the bath. “So now that I’ve made it awkward, can you please call your friends to let me back in the ocean?”

“Y-Yeah,” you said, scrambling into a standing position and grabbing your phone. “Wait…No.”

Moonbin looked at you as you typed something on your phone before pocketing it. “What do you mean? You’re not going to call them?”

“I texted them,” you answered with a shrug. “I’m more interested in you, however. I want to know why you loved me in the first place.”

“Oh.” Moonbin’s ears grew red as he struggled to find the words to say. “I used to watch you help your dad at the dock. I always thought you were beautiful. Then I accidentally hummed and you heard me. From there we became friends and something a bit more than friends. But you were becoming delusional, and I was afraid you would drown yourself trying to follow me. So I made you drink the potion. I love you because you are the sweetest human I’ve ever met. The curse may cause fake feelings, but personality never changes. I fell in love with your personality and I’m still in love with it; with you. I understand if it’s weird or awkward because you technically don’t know me, but I’m just telling you the truth.”

You stayed quiet, not quite sure how to respond. Honestly, how do you reply to a merman confessing his love for you? “Moonbin…”

“I know you don’t love me back,” Moonbin chuckled. “I don’t expect you to, so don’t feel pressured.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Still, you felt sorry for the boy. “I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t like you, it’s just because I don’t know you.”

Moonbin smiled. “I know, Y/n.”

You looked at him and cocked your head sideways, studying his face. Your cheeks suddenly heated up as you made eye contact with him. “I don’t think I would mind getting to know you, though.”

“Really?” Moonbin perked up at this, his mood brightening.

“Yeah,” you answered. “I really like you, so I don’t want this to be the last time we meet.”

“Then it won’t be,” Moonbin said, smiling. “How about we meet on our rock, every Thursday at sundown.”

You furrowed your brows, “Where’s our rock?”

“Oh, sorry!” Moonbin said, a chuckle leaving his mouth. “I got excited for a minute and forgot you didn’t know. It’s the large clay one down a ways from the pier.”

“The one that sticks out of the water?”

“Yeah!” Moonbin said.

“Wait…” You pointed your finger at him. “That time I woke up on that rock randomly and found a half-eaten sandwich: that was you?”

“That was the day you took the reversal potion.” Moonbin said. “I watched from behind the rocks.”

“Wow,” you breathed. “How did fate bring us back together?”

“I know, right?” Moonbin looked at his tail. “Fate could’ve done it in a less painful way.”

You snorted, although his joke was more sadistic than funny. “Don’t joke about things like that.”

Moonbin shrugged, “It doesn’t hurt much anymore, so it’s okay.”

You were about to reply when the doorbell rang. “That’s the boys!”

Moonbin watched you go, no longer worried or jealous. You agreed to give him a chance, and that’s all he could ever ask for.

~the end~

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justbeingbrookee · 8 years ago

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I JUST WANT TO DO IT PT.8

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 9]

Can also read on AO3

Word count: 9,788

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What is love?

Hm, the easiest answer would be Park Jimin. Right? No….

Love is a word that everyone knows but no one can truly explain. Most of us can even say it in multiple languages, Sarangae, Amour.

You google the meaning of love and this appears ‘a strong feeling of affection.’

Well that was a great help in deciphering your new feelings for Jimin, not! You sit up on your bed, then lay back down before rolling around and placing the covers over your head. You have never been more confused about anything in your entire life. Even picking a University was easier than this.

Then you remember his eyes, the way they twinkle when he looks at you, the way your heart reacts so strongly to his presence. Jimin is the most beautiful person you have ever seen in your entire life but not just on the outside, his soul is beautiful too. The kindness in his heart and how pure his soul is just makes you melt. He makes you feel more confident about yourself, more like a woman deserving of a man’s love. You shiver just imagining his soft touch running down the spine of your body. His feathery kisses running up your inner thigh.

He gives you butterflies every single time you are with him and he just makes you excited, you feel giddy again like you are about to go on the scariest, tallest most thrilling rollercoaster ride ever. He makes you feel whole like before him there was a part of you missing, something you can live without but once in a while that empty feeling will creep in. Before Jimin there was nothing in the world that could fill that emptiness until that day on the stairway when you met Jimin and everything changed, the emptiness fully disappeared. Even now just thinking his name makes you smile, it makes your heart race and it’s addictive. You can’t and don’t want to imagine a life without him and surely that’s what love is, right?

But how can there be love without trust…

You remove the covers and sit up. Your heart sinks just thinking about the deceitful things you have done. Playing two guys, having sex with two guys…You bite your nails, a habit you haven’t done since you were a child and blankly stare across the room.

‘It’s already done, you can’t go back,’ you tell yourself. How you move forward is what is important now. With more lies or finally with the truth?

You exhale.

You have to tell him the truth, both of them and then hope that your love is strong enough to withhold this bumpy ride.

Lalalalala

Speak of the devil

“Hello,” you answer too excited.

“What are you up to?” you hear a bored Jimin on the phone.

“Just rolling around all lonesome like in my bed,” you respond joyous and giddy just from hearing his angelic voice.

“Hm, why does that sound so good right now?”

“Wanna join me?”

“Don’t tempt me, I might just walk out of here, work is so boring right now. Someone messed up the design samples and I have to redo them before tomorrow morning.”

“Aww, does that mean you will be doing an all nighter?”

“Why would you miss me so much that you won’t be able to sleep?”

“Ha, yeah right,”

“Whyy you always lying, MmmmOhMyGawdd” he sings through the phone.

You recall the meme and can’t help but laugh at his silliness … why do I love this dork again?

“Stop acting like a Loser, Park Jimin,” you grin and he lets out a small laugh.

“You know I like it when you say my full name.”

“Park Jimin, Park Jimin, Park Jimin,” you repeat for no apparent reason. (Is this foolishness a symptom of love, if so I am so screwed.)

“I love you,” he quickly says in a low serious voice over the phone. The thing is he speaks those three words with such vigorous confidence as if their equivalent to saying Hello but to you it’s not equivalent, it hit’s you hard. Like a boulder crushing a tiny ant, you stop breathing for a second. As these strange yet pleasant feelings that those words bring, warm your cold heart. He loves you, you repeat those words in your head once more.

But since you can’t bring yourself to say those words just yet you say the first thing that comes into your mind.

“I will cook you dinner,” the words are out of your mouth before you can even process the magnitude of what you have just said. ‘I will cook you dinner,’ the fuck, you can’t even cook toast. Okay, well maybe that’s a massive exaggeration but you get the gist.

“What, well now I like the sound of that,” Jimin says sounding happier, more alive. You hear him shuffle through the phone (sitting up perhaps).

“I knew calling you would cheer me up, it will probably take me an hour and a bit to finish everything up here and then I will come home.”

“Please, don’t get too excited,” you try to lower his expectations.

“__ don’t worry anything you make will be fine.”

“You promise, Jimin,” you ask searching for some reassurance because you haven’t done this in a while but for Jimin you will try. If you don’t kill him or give him food poisoning the dinner will be a success.

“I promise, okay, let me finish this up, I’m feeling hungry already.”

You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone and curse your big stupid mouth.

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You go into the kitchen and rummage through the little food you have. You decide to make spaghetti Bolognese as that is the easiest, quickest meal you can make with a ray of confidence that you won’t burn it and he might actually…(might being the strong word here) enjoy it.

You start by placing the dry spaghetti in the pot now full of boiling water and you close the lid and let it cook. Whilst that cooks you start chopping the onions, garlic, carrots and celery sticks before placing a pan on the hot cooker and putting the whole packet of beef mince inside, you let it simmer then place everything inside.

You carry on cooking your meal whilst biting your bottom lip, what if he doesn’t like the food and deems me a terrible cook, hence a terrible girlfriend….wife…everything…. you shake your head in disillusioned horror. Jimin isn’t like that you convince yourself.

After finishing up with the cooking you turn everything off and go into the bedroom to change. You decide to wear something comfortable (since you are inside the house) yet cute because you know this is the courting or pursuit stage of this relationship. So you decide on wearing a cute blue dress shirt with big orange lace details at the front. As if the left side of the dress shirt has big orange shoe laces on it.

You put on a tiny diamond bracelet on your right arm and fluff up your hair and call it a day. Good thing as well because just as you were getting up you hear a knock on the door and a massive smile spreads across your face.

His here.

You open the door glee with joy, so much so that you lose any form of control you had and leap into his arms as if it’s the most natural way to greet someone. You wrap your legs around his waist as he stumbles back trying to find his balance. Shocked and amused at your level of excitement he smiles. You place your hands between his handsome face and just take in this view. Your eyes are fixated on his messy brown hair parted in the middle down to his perfectly shaped dark eyebrows but when they land on his bright soul baring hazel eyes you fall into a trance, you want to soak up this moment…just for a few more seconds you want to imprint this memory in your brain forever so that you never forget how his eyes are looking at you right now. Filled with patience and warmth and how his skin glows against your gentle touch and the way his lips are pressed together in a beautiful heart shape.

You reach down and kiss him, whilst overwhelming yourself for no good reason. It’s then, amidst feeling the wet and warmth of Jimin’s lips against yours that you decided that tonight would be the night you would tell Jimin everything, the whole truth about Jungkook. You break away from him and smile before saying “You ready to eat?”

You serve him a plate of the food you cooked and wait for him to take a bite. He does and you watch his face closely, looking for any signs of his opinion on your food. You find none.

“Do you have any salt?” He raises his head to face you and your heart sinks sharply.

Shit, how could I forget the salt?

You pass the salt shaker to him quietly already defeated. I can’t even remember salt, the basic ingredient to any meal, shoot me now. You think completely over this meal… this night. You just want to sleep already.

You sigh deeply and grab your plate before sitting in front of him and eating quietly.

“Hmm,” he says.

And you slowly raise your head and look at him from under your lashes. You don’t dare talk.

“Oh, this is really nice,” he takes another bite and you realise that he has already eaten half of the contents on the plate.

Is he being truthful or not right now, you make a face and watch him closely. Still not daring to say a word.

He licks the sauce off his succulent lips and takes another bite.

“hm, this is probably the best spaghetti Bolognese I have ever had,” he says scraping the last piece of food on the plate and giving you a big grin.

Your heart starts to flutter and you start cheesing so hard you cover your mouth with your hand and look to the side in an attempt to hide the immense joy his words are giving you. Ohh snap, he actually likes my cooking, *you internally squeal* does that mean I’m girlfriend, no fiancé…no. Wife material. Ahhhh, your brain goes into overdrive.

You literally have an episode inside your head whilst Jimin just stares at you in awe. He really fell in love with a cuckoo bird didn’t he? He silently laughs to himself.

After you finish your meal you put the plates away and come back to the table.

“Come sit here,” Jimin says patting his lap. You go over to him without any objections in fact you lightly skip over into his lap and then place your arm around his shoulders.

“I have something for you, close your eyes,” he says bending down sideways to retrieve something from his bag.

You do as you’re told and close your eyes shut. All you can see is darkness but your other senses suddenly heighten. The sweet peach like smell oozing from Jimin hits you then and you enjoy the pleasing smell so much that you shuffle a little bit closer. You then hear him place something small like a box maybe?..... on the table.

“You can open your eyes now,” he softly whispers into your left ear.

You press your lips tightly and freeze for a minute, letting the anticipation build up. What in the world could he have gotten you? Then you open your eyes slowly and spot a….

Beautiful blue little box with a white ribbon around it. You slightly lean in and read the black inscription that says ‘Tiffany & Co.’

Your eyes bulge out and a large gasp comes out. No…noo…no you shake your head. Refusing to believe this is happening. You’re not really a jewellery kind of girl, especially not the expensive type. So much so that if someone was to name all these expensive brands you would probably not know any of them but THIS little blue box you know….Every girl knows what this little blue box means.

Your bottom lip starts gaping up and down as your mouth refuses to close. Jimin wouldn’t, it’s only been 5 months…then your mind remembers Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon, they were together for three months before he proposed….But their divorced now so no….NO. You finally turn to Jimin and you see him trying to hold back a laugh.

“What…is…this?” You squint your eyes not trusting him one bit.

“Open it and see,” he leans back as if he has just handed you a packet of crisps.

This can’t be what I think it is, if it is an engagement ring then boy, I’m saying no because he needs to go down on one knee and say all the mushy shit about how much he loves me and wants me to be his wife.

You pick up the light blue box gently before pulling off the white ribbon and slowly removing the lid.

You see a single gold key. And you instantly let out a deep breathe.

Then you hear a loud angelic laugh, it fills the whole entire apartment.

“Oh my gosh, you are too funny, you thought it was an engagement ring didn’t you?” Jimin leans back and then curls into a ball before slapping his leg still in a fit of laughter.

“You FUCKING SHIT,” you turn around a hit Jimin on the shoulder.

“Oh man, you should have seen your face, I honestly wish I had a hidden camera in here.”

For some reason, you don’t find this funny. You look to the left and then to the right, still missing the punchline of this joke.

You drop the box onto the table and stand.

That laughter quickly stops then.

“Playing with my emotions isn’t funny Jimin,” you sulk.

His soft hand slowly caresses your left hand.

“I’m sorry,” he says whilst wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you back down into his lap.

You turn your head to the left not ready just yet to forgive him.

He picks up the opened little blue box and places it in front of you.

“I mean it, I didn’t mean to play with your emotions, can you forgive me?” he apologises in a sweet and sincere voice. Well, how can a girl still be mad after that?

You face the box in his hand and look at the shiny gold key.

“Hold on what’s this key for?”

Jimin smiles “I was going to give you this, my apartment key so that you can come and go whenever you like because what’s mine is yours. I also had it engraved turn it over.”

You pick up the box from his hand and flip the key around and read what it says ‘You hold the key to my heart - jm’

“Why are you like this Jimin,” you hurriedly turn around and plant aimless kisses all over his button nose, cheeks, lips… “Huh, why do you make me so emotional, my heart is about to explode.”

You kiss him on the lips again. “Will you take responsibility if I die because of an overwhelming amount of love, huh?” You look up trying to push back the tears, no but seriously why am I so flipping emotional lately?

“Come here (he brings you in for a nice embrace) there’s no such thing as overwhelming amount of love, I love you *he pauses for a moment* I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love you, crazy huh?”

“Not crazy at all,” you respond in a timid shy voice. For the first time truly understanding that Jimin himself is feeling the same way you are feeling right now.

You are about to tell him that you love him back but then he whispers something in your ear “Check underneath.”

There was a silver little container around the key that you carefully lift up and then you gasp again.

“Awee, Jimin,” you squeal looking at the beautiful earrings. There are two thin and long silver earrings each with a pink pearl at the end.

“You like them?” He asks modestly.

“Like them, I love them, Jimin you didn’t have to, aww.”

“And I already have a special occasion to wear them at, our company is having a special ball because we have a new CEO, I was wondering if you wanted to come… as my date?” You give him a wide grin and a cheeky wink.

“Well how can I say no to that wink, when I can’t even wink.”

“Whyy you always lying,” you sing and Jimin goes into another fit of laughter.

“I seriously can’t wink,” he protests.

“I have seen you wink Jimin.”

“Look, look,” he closes his right eye a little bit too hard and then you start giggling. “Ohmygosh, you idiot, what was that, haha.”

“I’m crying, literally because of you Jimin,” you wipe a little laughter tear away from the edge of your eye.

“When is this ball?”

“Erm, Thursday next week.”

“hmm, yeah, I think I can make it,” he says.

“You can,” you respond very excited, you nuzzle your nose on his button nose.

At the end you never get a chance to tell Jimin that you love him and you clearly don’t get a chance to tell him the truth about Jungkook. You decide that maybe after the ball you will let him know everything but as of now there’s no harm in just appreciating a few more precious moments whilst enjoying the blissfulness of this new found love.

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Thursday couldn’t have come any sooner, all everyone can talk about at work is the ball. Everyone who is everyone is going to be there, people from other accounting firms, business moguls, a few politicians and some heavy weights in the tech industry. If there was ever a place to be for networking, this ball would be it.

Everyone was allowed to leave an hour early in our team and you were all relieved, you had already bought your dress and had already painted your nails with a sexy yet subtle grey colour. You had even text Jimin to double or more accurately triple check that he was definitely coming and of course he was.

Tonight was going to be perfect, like Cinderella going to the ball except you were an independent grown woman who didn’t need no prince to help find her glass slipper. Whilst thinking of glass slipper’s you decided to match your sleeveless navy blue midi dress that had intricate patterns with some cute pointed black heels that had a thin black ankle strap.

An hour before you and Jimin had planned to meet up you have finished putting on your make-up and had parted your hair to the side with a low ponytail and a strand of hair curling down the left side of your face. You are going for the stunning yet smart professional look. You then put on your black bra since the top part of your dress is sheer black lace. And as you’re doing so you brush your hand on your left breast and it slightly feels tender, you press both your breasts and something feels different, you look down and push your boobs together. They feel heavier or is it just my imagination. Hm, you decide since it’s almost that time of the month and you haven’t gone yet and that’s probably the cause.

You push that thought to the back of your mind and start getting dressed and glammed up.

You feel so ecstatic tonight that from the point Jimin knocks on your door and you see his handsome angelic face smartly dressed in a matching navy blue suit you just go into cloud nine. Nothing could possible ruin this night.

And it is perfect.

From the moment you arrive at the venue you are in awe at the extravagance of everything. The white majestic building, the sheer number of foreign expensive cars probably carrying multi-millionaires. Even when you enter the beautifully decorated high ceiling building and spot the waiters holding crystal and champagne glasses and different coloured ball gowns twirling around the dance floor. You just melt and soak in this beautiful atmosphere.

“__,” you turn your head as you hear someone calling your name.

It’s Judy, you sigh and force a fake smile.

“Hi, Judy,” you say as she reaches were you and Jimin are standing. You haven’t even been here for 5 minutes, she is not going ruin your positive vibes you tell yourself.

“Oh, who’s this lovely man next…” Judy pauses mid-sentence almost salivating at the presence of Jimin. A part of you can’t even blame her, he is a rare beauty.

So you just smile and introduce them.

“Judy this is Jimin, my date. Jimin this is Judy we work together”

“Ah,” is all Judy manages to say as Jimin reaches out to shake her hand. You see her cheeks turn slightly red and try really hard to not laugh.

“Where’s your husband Judy?” you ask and her dagger eyes quickly shoot up at you. Was I not supposed to ask that? Oops, you grin.

She presses her lips together before saying “He wasn’t feeling too well….I better let you guys mingle, bye,” and she’s gone.

“Well that was interesting,” Jimin says after she leaves.

You shake your head and try to forget that just happened. “Do you want a drink?”

“Yes please.. *buzz* oh, hold on wait,” and he reaches down to check his phone before letting out a swear word under his breath that only you are able to hear. You look at him concerned.

“Is everything okay?”

“I have to go.”

“Oh!”

He types something fast on his phone and then lets out a deep breath.

“I really have to go, some stuff at work, it’s like they can’t even run the place without me.”

“yeah…okay,” you mouth in a barely audible deflated voice. It’s like de javu. You look down slightly disappointed.

“Look at me, please,” he whispers moving closer and placing his tender hands over yours. You lift your head but your eyes dart around everywhere else but on Jimin.

“You’re mad aren’t you, you can hit me, here hit me,” he turns his body and points at his shoulder. You look up slightly but don’t say anything.

“Okay, if you’re not going to hit me, I will do it,” and he actually punches his shoulder twice. You don’t say anything and then he slaps himself on the face. You gasp and hold his hands down before a laugh escapes you.

“Stop, why are you like this…okay, okay I’m not mad, Jimin, go,” you giggle truly unable to stay mad at this cute little fuzz ball.

He smiles, kisses you on the cheek and then exits the ball.

Luckily, you soon find your friend at the ball and you greet each other. She’s just as excited as you so she’s able to lift your spirits.

“Have you seen the new CEO?” You had asked sipping your champagne glass.

“His over there next to Hoseok,” you look at the direction she’s pointing at and spot them together speaking to another guy. Then you see one of your co-workers manoeuvring his way towards the direction of the CEO but then he stops abruptly and turns the opposite way.

“Woah, did you see that,” you say to your friend.

“Yup, that’s Hoseok for you, his like the CEO’s bodyguard or something, his only letting certain people speak to him.”

“Well, that sucks doesn’t it.”

“You can say that again, let’s forget about him their so many powerful women in this place, it’s crazy, come let’s mingle.”

And you do just that, you are so astounded by all the women that you meet and speak to, Ursela Burns who is currently the chairwoman of Xerox and was previously CEO of the company just leaves you speechless, she was so nice and forthcoming and a little bit inspirational because as a smart woman she has climbed so high. But Sheryl Sandberg who is the Facebook COO leaves a huge impression on you and you are left feeling empowered. All the women you meet have a great story behind them and it makes you remember why you worked so hard to get here and how your journey is just beginning and you never know where you could end up in ten or twenty years’ time.

“Gurl, you were right about the amount of powerful women here, wow,” you say finally resting as you sit down waiting to hear the speech from the new CEO.

“I told you…__ don’t turn around, I think someone’s coming this way,” your friend’s mouth suddenly opens as she looks behind you. You try to turn around, way too curious not to. But she holds your shoulders still.

“No, __, I think his coming this way, fuck __ he is smoking hot.”

“How can you say that and not let me look, let me just take a small little peak,” you try to reason with her, he can’t be that good looking. So you take a peak.

*Sigh*

Let’s just say she didn’t tell a single lie, he is smoking hot with an amazing body that just fits perfectly in that black suit, it’s just…

You turn back around and sink down into your sit contemplating why your life is like this.

“I know him, his one of the guys I told you about,” you whisper to her.

“Shut up, noo,” she takes a peak at him again and then gives you a cheeky look.

“No, he looks so fucking delicious though, you lucky bishh…okay, his almost here,” she straightens up and fidgets with her bag and then grabs her phone.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and instinctively you look up and find a rather dashing guy smiling down at you. You can’t help but smile back. What is wrong with you?

“Care to join us Jungkook?” You say on impulse.

He sits down next to you and you then introduce your friend to him. He lightly squeezes your thigh under the table before whispering. “I missed you __,” you just giggle and lean into him.

Luckily you hear the mic sound and you turn towards the direction of the sound. The CEO begins his well prepared speech but you barely hear anything as Jungkook whispers sweet nothings in your left ear that make you blush and you end up placing your hand over his under the table whilst you play footsie with each other.

You didn’t mean for it to happen, you love Jimin and his the only one that you want but it’s just so hard to ignore Jungkook especially when he speaks to you in that velvety sensual voice of his and caresses your thigh, your hand and the back of your neck. It’s just so hard. And the guilt tries to fight it’s way into your consciousness but it feels so good being around Jungkook that you just giggle like teenager and go with the flow.

“Have you guys had a chance to meet with the new CEO yet?” Jungkook had asked after his speech was over.

You and your friend had both said no and Jungkook just smiled.

“Let’s go, I haven’t spoken to him either,” he said standing up and holding his hand out for you. You hesitated for 2 seconds (in your defence those 2 seconds felt like an eternity, so at least you tried) before taking his hand and signalling for your friend to come as well.

To your surprise Hoseok didn’t send you guys away instead he had greeted the three of you, well mostly Jungkook in a very friendly manner. It seems Jungkook was quite close with the new CEO and you see them talking about catching up with a game of golf. Then his attention draws to you.

“And who is this lovely lady?” The CEO says, you can see Hoseok opening his mouth about to speak but Jungkook beats him to it.

“She’s my girlfriend and she also works here as an accountant so you better look after her,” Jungkook says proudly holding your hand.

You force a smile, your friend coughs and Hoseok gives you a warily look.

You’re not sure if that’s the way you would have wanted to have been introduced to the new CEO.

But neither less the introduction has been made and you and your friend have a rather pleasant conversation with the guy.

“Have you guys seen the patio, it is rather beautiful at this time of night,” the CEO suddenly says and Jungkook looks at you asking if you would like to see it.

You slightly nod and you both say your goodbyes to everyone and make your way to the patio.

Jimin POV

Jimin finds himself standing at the entrance of the ball, he spots many people conversing, some drinking and a few dancing. The atmosphere seems more relaxed and joyous now than when he left earlier. He searches the room looking for __ but he can’t seem to spot her anywhere. Surely she hasn’t left already.

He made sure to hurry to the office and sort out the crisis there until it was rectified in a state where everything was fine to be left until tomorrow before rushing back here. He was driving so fast that he almost got a speeding ticket but now that his standing here alone, unable to locate __ his thinking if maybe he shouldn’t have left in the first.

She had been looking forward to this ball all week long and he had just left without so much as a warning. He had to make it up to her, he wanted to make it up her and show her that this won’t happen again. To him she has become someone who is more important to him than anything else in this world and he didn’t want to lose her to anything especially not because of work.

Then he spots Ju…(his mind goes blank for a second) Judy, yes the woman he had been introduced to before he left. He walks up to her and another female.

“Did you see him Judy, she’s so lucky,” you hear the other female speaking to Judy as you approach them.

“Hello, Judy, I’m not sure if you remember me from earlier,” you interrupt their conversation.

Judy turns around and her face goes slightly red whilst the other female stares at you.

“Oh, Jimin was it, how could I forget,” she looks at the other female and then back at you.

“Have you seen __ by any chance, I can’t seem to find her,” you ask.

“Erm,” she looks around the hall. “You said you were her boyfriend right?” She finally speaks. You look at her with a stone face wondering how that was relevant to the question you had just asked before forcing a smile and nodding.

“Ah, do you know where __ is?” Judy turns towards the other female standing next to her. You turn to face her and she instantly begins to cough and shakes her head strongly saying no.

“YES, I remember now I think I saw her with someone, they seemed pretty cosy, didn’t you say they went up to the patio to see the romantic night light or something,” Judy speaks before reaching down and sipping on the champagne glass.

__’s friend watches Jimin walking away towards the direction of the patio and then turns towards Judy.

“Judy you are soo messy, how could you say that to him?”

But Judy just laughs and sips her drink because tonight has just gotten so much more entertaining.

After leaving the hall Jimin asks a couple of waiters for directions towards the patio but as they tell him where to go Judy’s words keep ringing in his ears.

Pretty cosy….with someone….romantic nightlight…..

__ wouldn’t do that, he trusts her completely and knows that she would never do anything that would break his trust. And from the looks of things __ and Judy didn’t seem to be that close so it could all be a ploy of sorts.

But when he reaches the door leading to the patio his heart starts to accelerate and the craziest thought occurs in his mind.

What if…

He unexpectedly hears a female voice followed by a male voice.

And that what if automatically turns into a, could she really do this?

He suddenly starts doubting himself, she wouldn’t do that.

Slowly, he turns the door and looks inside.

Indeed what he heard was a female and male voice.

….

But luckily it wasn’t __ but some other couple in there.

He nods his head and apologises for disturbing them before slowly walking out.

Relieved, he rubs his chest and decides he will just head home, she might have just gone home and is probably waiting for him to return.

So he makes his way to the car park.

And as he does that he curses himself for even doubting for one second that __ would ever cheat on him or even entertain another guy. Even though she hadn’t said it yet he knew that she loved him and that they love each other greatly.

He smiles to himself when he enters the car park as he recalls the time when __ had thought the little blue box contained an engagement ring. Even though she was pretending to act all shocked he knew that deep down if indeed there was an engagement ring in there she would have said yes. A part of him wishes, it was an engagement ring, as crazy as it sounds.

“Jungkook, stop it.”

Jimin freezes.

He knows that voice, he would be able to pick out that voice anywhere, even in a room full of a thousand people.

He doesn’t want to turn around, his heart beats faster as his body refuses to move.

“Your words say one thing but your body says another,” a male voice speaks and the car park is filled with a giggling sound that Jimin has heard a million times before.

He forces himself to turn around and is gobsmacked by what he sees in front of him. It feels as if he has been hit by a truck and it is crushing his heart into small pieces. As if a sword has just been pulled through his heart and now blood is dripping from it.

The woman he loves is currently in another man’s arms, she is looking up at him with a massive smile on her face. His hands are wrapped around her waist and their slowly moving down. She’s giggling and his head is reaching down towards her ear and nibbling it.

“Jungkook, stop,” she says again her voice full of joy.

Jimin blinks multiple times, he even rubs his eyes. Is his brain deceiving him right now because what he is seeing right here can’t be true. The woman that he loves is at home not in this other guy’s arms. Yes, that’s it, whoever this is, it can’t be her. So Jimin makes the decision to go home and check if she’s there.

He refuses to believe this is her so he turns his head away from them.

…….

*HONK*

A car behind him honks very loudly making him jump out of his skin and instinctively he looks back at their direction. He sees her huddling up closer to him as the car honks but then her eyes navigate towards you and slowly her eyes register with her brain who you are and her face instantly changes, the once happy giggling person has now turned into a lost confused perplexed one.

[BACK TO YOU] – same time

Please tell me that isn’t Jimin standing there looking at me right now. You feel Jungkook rubbing your back and you move his hand away and try to step away from him. What the fuck is happening, that’s not Jimin, no, noooooooooo. No! You start to hyperventilate and breathing suddenly becomes more difficult, no.

The car that had honked speeds past you and you spot Jimin very slowly walking towards you. Jungkook says something but you can’t hear anything, your ears start ringing and your head starts spinning.

You take deep breaths but nothings helping, Jimin is still walking towards and you Jungkook is still staring at you. NOOOO. You want to cry but your body is frozen in place unable to fathom this horrendous situation you have suddenly found yourself in.

You start digging your nails into the palm of your hand as Jimin finally reaches you. You can’t stop staring at him unsure what he will do or say to you.

He stops in front of you and looks at you dead in the eyes. You have never seen Jimin’s eyes so cold and dark before. He lifts his left hand and you flinch but don’t move away. He gently moves his soft fingers onto your ear and moves down it towards your earrings until the pink pearl is in between his fingers.

“I see you wore my gift today as promised, they look nice on you,” he mouths in a raspy voice you have never heard from him before.

You can feel Jungkook stiffen on your side but you dare not look at him.

And Jimin lets go of the earring, you want to explain yourself….you want to say something….anything but your brain won’t let you, your brain can’t accept that this situation right here is actually happening.

“I’m Jungkook, her boyfriend and you are?” Jungkook suddenly extends his head.

You lean your head back and stop breathing. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME, what is that…boyfr……you close your eyes. Ah, I’m feeling a migraine coming on. The sides of your temples start to throb.

“Are you now, that’s the first time I’m hearing of this,” you hear Jimin’s calm yet cold voice.

“Unless you’re her father I don’t know why my relationship with her should affect you, but since you are so curious let me enlighten you, we are together, we have been together for some months now, is it what 5 months __,” Jungkook looks down towards you. You can feel two sets of eyes facing you even with your eyes closed.

‘It’s done... they know about each other, it’s over…there’s no more hiding or lying anymore. The truth is finally out,’ these thoughts run through your head a few times before you finally open your eyes. You face Jungkook first and grab hold of his wrist before saying “Can you wait here for a minute?”

JUNGKOOK POV – same time

I nod my head and watch her grab his wrist and move 10 feet away. At first after seeing him touching on her ear like that he became jealous, only he was allowed to do that. Which is why Jungkook felt the need to inform this guy of their relationship. But now as he watches her move him away and him moving his arm away from her Jungkook starts to feel something.

“Jimin I’m sorry,” Jungkook hears her say. Her eyes look as if they’re about to cry.

“Is what his saying the truth, are you and him in a relationship whilst you’re also in a relationship with me,” he shouts visible angry now.

Jungkook is stunned, out of all the jealous feelings he had felt a part of him never would have thought that this guy would have been someone she was serious about.

“I’m sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean for it to happen like this, you just both came into my life at the same time and I didn’t know how to stop it but I love you Jimin, I love only you,” and the woman Jungkook loves starts to cry.

Jungkook hates seeing women cry and still a small part of him wants to go over there and wipe her tears away but her words of endearment for this Jimin guy stop him, she loves Jimin, only Jimin. Then what about him, what have they been doing all these months, why would she let him take her virginity if she loved this other guy.

He is in shock and angry. How dare she, how dare he.

“Did you have sex with him?” This Jimin guy asks her with his hands in a fist now.

She looks down before slowly nodding.

“Wait…wait so you were screwing both him and me at the same, were you even a virgin or was that another lie?” He speaks each words with such visible hatred.

She tries to hold his hand and carries on pleading for forgiveness but he just pushes it away and suddenly turns to Jungkook before looking back at her.

“I was such joke to you wasn’t, every time I told you I loved you, you probably thought what an idiot, okay so go, go to your boyfriend. I never want to see you again.” And he turns around, walks towards his car and drives off.

It’s then as you see __ on the floor crying her eyes out because of another guy that it hits like a tonne of bricks that she was in love with another. You walk over to her and hand her a handkerchief from your pocket. She accepts it without looking up and wipes her moist face.

“ __, I don’t even know what just happened right now, one minute we are laughing and the next some guy I am guessing someone you love appears and now you are on the floor crying. I know you probably don’t care but I’m hurt, stupidly I saw a future with us but I guess I was the only one. I’m not going to shout at you because there’s no point you look like you have already had enough of that but I just want to say one thing before I leave. You __ meant a lot to me and you made me happy and joyful and silly me thought the feeling was mutual.”

She looks up then and says in a hoarse voice “No, Jungkook, I enjoyed our time together it’s just,” before another wave of tears began to stream down.

“I know, I know…but it wasn’t enough was it, I wasn’t enough.” Jungkook reaches down and wipes her tears from her cheek and kisses her forehead one last time.

“I want you to be happy __, even if it’s not with me I just want you to be happy.” And with that he gets up and walks away towards his car.

BACK TO YOU – same time.

You hear Jungkook’s car start up and then drive off. You feel your body shake as you place your hands on the cold concrete floor. You want to remain here and let the ground take you in but you know you can’t, not if you still want to have a career as an accountant. So with that one remaining thought that even if you have potentially lost both Jimin and Jungkook at least you still have a thriving career.

You push yourself up and brush the dust off your dress before grabbing your phone and turning on the camera. You check your face and try to fix it and your messy hair as much as possible. You just need to make it to the taxi and you are free.

You take a calming breath and then start walking. Your legs are still shaky from everything but they still move one in front of the other towards the car park entrance.

The thing is when you finally lift your head up you spot the last person you would ever want to see at the entrance.

“Judy,” you acknowledge. She’s there grinning with an empty glass in her hand.

“Aw, __ are you okay?” She asks with a condescending tone in her voice.

You don’t have the strength to deal with bully Judy right now. So you walk past her but clearly that wasn’t part of her plan so she shouts after you.

“I don’t even blame you, two handsome guys if only I was younger, such a shame it had to end like this but to sleep with both of them, isn’t that a bit hoeish....if that’s even a word. Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise now you don’t have to screw two guys at the same time,” and she starts laughing to herself.

“Who would have thought, eh…” you stop listening to her at that point and just carry on walking. You don’t care about Judy or anything else right now.

You don’t know how but you manage to leave the building and find a taxi. All the way in the taxi ride you stare blankly outside the window. You remember thanking the taxi driver when you arrive home and make your way up the stairs towards your apartment. When you get in you remove your shoes and drop your bag before making your way blindly into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

The second the water hits your face and starts dripping down your dress all the way down to your feet you start to cry. This time without any restraint. You drop to the floor and hug yourself as the water continues to hit you. Your cries are loud and so hard that for that moment you lose yourself in a very dark and depressing place. You have never been like this before. You let it all out, the sadness, guilt, sorrow and regrets you have been holding in all this while, you let it all out and just cry.

You are in the shower for a while until you tire yourself out from all the crying. So you force yourself up before drying yourself and getting into bed. Even though you are tired it still takes some time before sleep calls for you and when it does your mind replays over and over again the incident that occurred in the car park. It affects you so much that you end up waking up at 4am in the morning and every time you close your eyes images of Jimin’s angry face or Jungkook’s irritated face appear so you decide to get up and check your work email.

The first thing that you see with a red alert on is an event of a presentation for one of the company’s sustainability efforts. You can do these presentations with your eyes closed now so you can usually do the preparation within a 20 minutes slot but since you can’t sleep you decide to go the extra mile and do a bit more research on this company so that you don’t just cover the requirements but go beyond that.

At 6:20am and with 20 slides full of information and analysis’s you happily decide that you are satisfied with the presentation the way it is and it has been a great distraction from everything you have on your mind.

You quickly hop in the shower and then put on your black sleeveless dress and some matching heels. You have some coffee just to keep you awake before quickly heading out.

When you arrive at work you are still in a daze and your mind doesn’t feel as though it’s fully there but as you walk into the office something feels off, you can see people glaring at you and others just shaking their heads at your direction.

You sit down regardless, not caring to even ask but then your friend comes to your desk as you are turning your computer on and drags you outside into the storage space.

“Are you okay?” She looks at you concerned.

“What do you mean,” you stare at her confused.

“I heard….Judy has been spreading around something about you. She said that both the guys found out about each other and left you alone crying on the floor yesterday,” she leans in to give you a hug.

You are still as you try take in what she has just said.

“Judy said,” you repeat gently moving out of her arms.

“Yes, she told everyone in the coffee room about it and they told people. I ended up finding out about it from Jin from the law department.”

“Oh wow, who knew my love life would be so interesting to others, I’m fine, it will all blow over soon. Judy can gossip all she want’s, that’s the least of my worries.”

“Yeah, she’s probably like that because her husband didn’t even come, just ignore her,” your supportive friend says whilst giving you a friendly smile.

“I will,” you smile back touched by her concern.

Judy on the other hand, you will find a way of dealing with her later, she is becoming rather troublesome, you think as you walk back into the office ignoring the stares and finishing the preparations for the presentation.

At 10:15 you set up your slides on the projector and you stand up in front of everyone, there are about 15 people in this room, mostly senior staff and a few secretaries but before you start Hoseok walks in with the new CEO and they sit down at the back.

You don’t let it phase you and commence to giving your presentation. You make eye contact with everyone and speak clearly as you go through each slide. At the end a few of the senior staff members even ask you a few questions and you respond as best as you can before everyone nods their heads in agreement that this companies sustainability is fairly good with a few questionable aspects that you pointed out but still with further investigation you can find a suitable solution to meet the standards.

The new CEO claps his hands “I like this presentation, it looks as though you did a lot of in-depth research into the company and have a rather knowledgeable understanding of sustainability in that industry,” he nods his head and whispers something to Hoseok who also nods his head.

“Thank you,” you respond and with that the CEO and Hoseok get up and leave. They are followed by some senior staff and as you shut down everything on the computer you hear two females whispering near you.

“Is that her?” one says to the other.

“Yes, that’s her, did you see the way her face lit up when the CEO said something to her, maybe she wants to add a third guy to her group of men,” the other replies.

Your face starts to heat up and you click the X button repeatedly on the powerpoint presentation. [not responding] appears at the top.

“Didn’t you hear that those two guys she was sleeping with left her crying on the floor after she was caught,” they both start laughing before getting up and leaving.

And of course that is when the computer finally shuts down.

Your face is still burning up as you exit the meeting room so you decide to go to the ladies bathroom instead of the office so you can at least cool down with some cold water.

As you enter the bathroom you instantly hear Judy’s voice and to no one’s surprise she’s retelling what happened yesterday. Does this woman have nothing better to do, you think annoyed now.

“Do you have nothing better to do than gossip about my life?” You say, completely done ignoring this shit now.

She turns around and starts laughing whilst looking at the two women she was just telling the story too. They both look down and manoeuvre around you to leave the bathroom.

“It’s not really gossip if it happened is it, it’s more like facts,” she says with a smug face.

“So it’s facts then that your husband of less than a year only married you for money but now that he knows you’re not as rich as you pretended to be his already moved on to his next suga mamma,” when you finish speaking you see the hate through her eyes, she begins to grind her teeth and for the first time today you have found something to smile about.

“At least I’m not a fucking dirty slut…”

…….

Everything unexpectedly goes dark. You remember grabbing Judy’s hair and her pulling your hair in reverse. You are both screaming at each other and then someone’s pulling you away from her.

“I have never been in a fight before,” you say to a stranger sitting next to you. Is this the person who pulled you away? You don’t know where you are. You can’t believe what you have just done. You just snapped and…

“You can go in now,” the secretary speaks looking at you and you stand up and head into the room. When you enter you see Hoseok sitting behind the desk. Oh yeah, you remember his been promoted to a partner now.

He gives you a disappointed look and tells you to sit down. You do as you are told.

“You don’t know how saddened I was to hear that you of all people were in a fight inside the building, this is unacceptable __,”

“I’m sorry,” you manage to say with your head facing down.

“Why? Everything was going so well for you here, after that brilliant presentation we were even discussing promoting you next month,” he stops and lets out a heavy sigh. But you don’t say anything.

“If it was up to me I would have just told you both to go home for the day and calm down but with new management and the company looking to go on in a new more positive direction I have no choice but to suspend your contract indefinitely.”

A single tear rolls down your face and you get up saying “I’m sorry,” before walking out of the office.

You want to cry but you don’t. Not here. You hold back the tears and lift your head up high as you march outside the hallway down the stairs and outside the building.

Suspend your contract indefinitely….you hear again and again in your head. You carry on walking and then search inside your bag. You can’t find your wallet. Of course of all days today is the day you forget it at home. You search your bag and find some change that is enough for a bus to take you home.

You stand at the bus stop your mind in disarray as to what has transpired in the last 48 hours. You start to feel light headed all of a sudden so you go to sit down on the bench as you wait for the bus. Sitting down makes you feel a little bit better.

Shortly after the bus arrives and you pay for your ticket but as you are walking towards the seats at the back that light headed feeling returned, everything starts spinning and darkness overcomes you and the last thing you see is the floor moving towards you.

…………

“young lady, young lady,” you hear as you half open your eyes. Is she an angel? You see a figure surrounded by white lights.

“Can I ask for your pin so I can call someone to get you,” the angel speaks. You blink a few times and then mouth 4599 before closing your eyes and letting the darkness consume you again.

……….

That is until a loud beeping sound wakes you up. You squeeze your eyes shut and then lick your dry lips. You slowly open your eyes and then blink a few more times. Surprisingly you feel a lot better than you did before. When your eyes finally adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings that look like a hospital room you then honestly curse the heavens for making you end up here.

“How are you feeling?” a deep strained voice says. You turn to the side of your bed and see Jimin sitting on the chair beside you with his eyes red holding your hand.

You blink a few more times, I must have really bumped my head hard when I fainted, no way Jimin….

The door slides open and Jungkook followed by a nurse enter the room.

Jimin’s hand instantly releases yours and he leans back into the chair.

“Ah, good you are finally awake,” the nurse smiles at you. She looks peppy you observe.

“It looks like you fainted on the bus and an ambulance was called to get you. I’m sorry I wasn’t sure about an emergency contact so I called the two numbers you call the most,” she smiles.

Really lady…..you just stare at her blankly not even bothered to fake a smile.

“We took your bloods when you arrived and the doctor should be here with the results, but there’s nothing to worry about, these things do happen but mostly it’s nothing serious,” she finishes her sentence and then reaches down to pick up your chart and begins writing something down.

Whilst she does that you look at Jungkook at the end of the room with his arms crossed on his chest. The corners of your mouth ever so slightly lift up. He came, he didn’t have to but he still came.

Looking from Jungkook who is facing the ground to Jimin on the chair a part of you feels a little bit of joy as this has confirmed that even though they’re both mad at you when they knew that you were in trouble they still came.

The door suddenly slides open and the doctor enters.

“You must be __, how are you feeling?” He asks looking at you and then nurse all the way down to the papers in his hands.

“So your blood results have come back and they show that…” he pauses and looks at Jungkook who is behind him facing the ground and Jimin on the chair who has suddenly sat up.

“Congratulations, you are currently three weeks pregnant.”

The room falls silent.

………………….

“Hahahahahahahaha,” you start laughing and strangely enough you can’t stop…

You are pregnant.

“Hahaha,” you carry on laughing. The doctor and nurse join you. “It is indeed wonderful news, congratulations, do you know who the father is?” The nurse asks all cheerful and innocent like.

And you laugh even louder, do i….do i?

“Of course, his in this room with us at this very moment,” the only problem is I don’t know which one of the two guys in here is the father.

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