#good luck trying to breath with that massive ear on your face lol

[sraksha]

@noblebluebird I had to draw Sky with a remlit after seeing your art ♡

I think remlits should be like cats and sleep as close to one's face as possible

[rainythefox]

Nightfall (CH.16)

Synopsis: Pre-Resident Evil 1, slight-AU/Canon Divergence. Claire Redfield comes home to visit her  brother Chris for the holidays but gets caught up in a dangerous game of  cat and mouse with Albert Wesker, the Captain of STARS, after stumbling  upon dark secrets. She can’t call the law; Wesker is the law, and she  can’t tell Chris. She is trapped…Claire/Wesker & Slight Chris/Jill (There’s Wesker & William Bromance too lol). Rated M for smut, language, violence, adult content.

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Chapter 16: Mine

Warning: this chapter contains lots of smut. You’ve been warned, okay? Okay! :P Because of this, only the first section of the chapter is available on Tumblr. Please follow the link to AO3 to read the rest. Thank you! :)

Okay, she knew her luck had taken a big dump recently, but this was ridiculous! If she thought the university job was difficult, she promptly changed her mind. That was a walk in the park compared to this. Claire stared at all the people. The exquisite party was happening at the ritzy Orient Restaurant on the second floor of the most luxurious hotel in the city, Central Hotel.

There had to be close to a hundred people here! The whole restaurant was closed to cater for the invitation-only event. Why did she even assume this “Christmas Party” was going to be just a group of rich, old dudes bragging all night? With how her luck has been, she should've known better!

Claire gaped at the man beside her who was unfortunately the closest thing she had to a friend at the moment. She recalled William’s little “briefing” on the drive over here.

“The party’s not gonna be that big. Just a simple “get in, get out”. You’ll be home in no time! Actually, you’ll probably be at Al’s home in no time!”

He was still rubbing his arm where she decked him.

“This is nothing like how you explained it!” she hissed.

But the mad scientist only half-heard her, his eyes lit up as though he was a kid about to enter his very first amusement park. Something in here was on his kill list because Claire overheard he wasn’t a stranger to parties, at least not to parties like this that could get him something he wanted. 

William was actually quite handsome all cleaned up in his suit. Claire had grown accustomed to his usual disheveled appearance that made him attractive in his own way.

He grinned slyly. “Oh relax, sweetheart. You’ll be fine. Most of these people are total bores…losers just out trying to feel important. They got nothing on you!” He winked at her. “You know what to do, who to find. Ada’s on your earpiece and Al and I are here to watch your back. Don’t worry. Al _definitely _won’t let you out of his sight. Just…don’t distract him too much. I need him focused tonight.”

“Are you fu-”

“Erica!” William nearly squealed, waving both arms and abruptly abandoning her. “Is that gown designed by Broca’s aphasia? Because I’m speechless!” 

Claire glared at the fickle bastard as he ditched her to join some other people standing around talking and drinking. She was on her own for now.

“Forget about him, Claire. Just focus on getting to Bennett. Best not drag this out longer than we have to and risk exposing ourselves,” Ada said on her earpiece.

“Okay,” she mumbled, and got into character, her natural Redfield bravado and assurance making it easy to stroll through the party like she owned the place.

It was a beautiful Asian restaurant. Most of the dark tables were accented with candles and glasses. The lounge-like chairs were colorful and comfy, and the tall ceilings gave way to soft LED string lights, oriental paintings and sectioned lattices. In warmer seasons, the same kind of setup could be seen on the massive balcony, but it was currently closed off.

She felt many eyes on her as she started her objective. But she only cared about one set of eyes as she discreetly scanned the place for them.

This many people here was both a blessing and a curse for her mission, and it could go either way real quick at any time. More people meant no room for mistakes, too many eyes. But on the other hand, this many people distracted amongst themselves could make it easy to get away with nearly anything.

Claire soon found the eyes she had been seeking, felt the familiar, pleasing burn on her skin they always caused. She traced them to an area with more people, where a grand, gold statue of Lord Yama sat. Directly in front of the god of death, Wesker was encircled by a small group, mostly beautiful women, and he charmed them effortlessly.

The younger Redfield had to keep herself from staring, also charmed by his chameleon smile, good looks, and striking black suit. Her nerves tingled from simmering blood. She couldn’t believe it. She was actually jealous?! Claire was angry with herself. How could she possibly feel anything of the sort over the man that was blackmailing her?

Besides...she knew Wesker well enough by now to know that it was all pretense. She was sickened and enthralled by how easily he could deceive and influence people. Ada was right. His calculating mind, his clever tongue, those were his deadliest weapons; not his hands, not his gun.

The statue of Yama was simply a backdrop to the true god of death in the room. His admirers probably had no clue and listened intently. The women batted their eyes, pushed out their chests, even the ones who had dates. And those men did nothing about it, perhaps too enthralled themselves or maybe it was the fact that Wesker had an uncanny ability to make most men around him submissive.

He may have looked like he was paying attention to them, his eyes concealed behind black shades, but Claire knew he was watching her. All of her. Every breath, every step, he was in complete tune. Something about that lit a fire in her belly so fierce, she trembled.

The jealousy she felt instantly crumbled. It didn’t matter if those women were rich or prettier or dressed in nicer dresses. They meant nothing to him. Not like she did.

And why was that, exactly?

Claire frowned, faltering mid-step, eyes still locked on Wesker across the room when she should've been moving on. She had some suspicions, if her gut and Ada and William were anything to go by. 

More importantly, why do you care?

“Claire?! Earth to Claire, hello?”

“Huh?”

“You aren’t exactly being inconspicuous staying in one spot drooling over Albert.”

Claire’s face flushed and she briskly walked away with a huff. “I’m not drooling!”

The first place she needed to check for her target would be the bar. Typical. It was in the back of the restaurant, low-lit, a massive, semi-circled bar with a marble countertop up against an airbrushed wall depicting a dragon floating through the clouds.

“Whatever you say, hun.”

Claire bit her tongue, taking a deep breath. “I was just happy to see him chatting up other women. Less problems for me.”

Ada sighed. “Claire, fishing is beneath you. First, they aren’t his type. More importantly, Albert detests easy women.”

That wasn’t her intention. “I wasn’t-”

“Unfortunately and fortunately for you, you are his type and are as difficult as they come. I probably shouldn’t be saying this, but you’re as close to obsession as he’s going to get romantically.”

The only fortune she could come up with was that it was unlikely Wesker would kill her. But obsession through people with sociopathic and psychopathic tendencies like Wesker were never a good thing. Her life might be spared at the end of all this...but at what cost?

Claire briskly pushed that thought aside, something cold and heavy dropping in the pit of her stomach. She needed to focus on finding Bennett and getting this over with. That was her excuse. After all, she wasn’t ready to acknowledge that her own growing infatuation would likely veer her into her captor’s arms for good.

She looked around the bar area. There were all kinds of high-status people attending Bard’s Christmas party. Doctors, politicians, city officials, even Mayor Warren and Chief Irons were here.

She recognized Mueller from Raccoon University having a casual conversation with the man that had to be her target. A picture was never granted, but a detailed description allowed her to quickly analyze him. It had to be him. Tall, average build, auburn hair and an anchor beard. He chatted with Mueller with a drink in his hand.

Just as Claire stepped their way, a strong grip snatched her wrist. She was spun around, coming face-to-face with Nathaniel Bard. He looked fine since the anaphylaxis she put him through with the shrimp, but the creep wasn't happy one bit with her, still keeping a painful grip on her arm.

"I knew I'd see your face again, girl. What happened at the university is all your fault."

Claire glared at him. "You're gonna be hurting more if you don't let me go right now."

The music and all the guests chatting around them helped conceal her threat from eavesdropping ears but the Spencer Memorial doctor heard her clearly.

He considered challenging her, lips pursing, but soon let her go after his eyes scanned the numerous faces within the party. "I know you're working with those two bastards. You have no idea how much harm you’ve caused me and several of my colleagues. Lowery was a good man, understand? He had a family. And now I’m trapped doing those two psychos’ bidding.”

“Maybe you aren’t the only one who is trapped.”

“Well then there’s more to your pretty face, isn’t there? They wouldn’t risk it otherwise.”

Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Claire clenched a fist, as it took all of her willpower not to break his damn nose. She had a job to do here. If she caused a scene in the middle of this party, especially with the man hosting it, then she could kiss her freedom and potentially Chris’s life goodbye.

She did let him in on what he was narrowly missing out on by grabbing his hand and twisting it slightly, squeezing hard on a pressure point. Just enough to make it really hurt, just enough to get her point across while looking like she was just holding his hand to nearly everyone else. “If my life didn’t hinge on fulfilling this job, you’d be on the floor with a broken fucking face, do you understand me?”

“Damn, Claire. I like your style,” Ada chimed in.

The younger Redfield ignored her and smiled, showing the guests they were having a pleasant conversation. Bard hissed in pain, quickly nodding. Claire released him and he jerked his hand away, shaking it off with a grimace.

“Listen, I’ll make the job easy for you. Just...do what you need to do and get out of here. Take those assholes with you. And never show your face at one of my social events ever again.”

“I’d love to, but it’s not my call. But...I have a feeling you know exactly who you can talk to about that.”

Bard scowled, rubbing his injured hand. He muttered something under his breath and motioned her to follow him, heading towards Bennett and Mueller in the back of the bar. “C’mon, and follow my lead.”

“Ugh, he better not screw this up.”

Bard put on a welcoming smile once they reached Mueller and Bennett’s table. Mueller recognized her, but didn’t say anything. She barely got a moment’s glare from him before he flashed Bard a guarded look, as if asking “what are you up to now?” The two men stood and the doctor shook their hands.

“Mr. Bennett! I trust you are enjoying the party? What kind of host would I be if I was neglecting my honored guest?”

He looked to be in his thirties maybe. His smile was warm as he nodded. He noticed Claire nearly right away, and there was a definite reaction of some kind. Attraction, she guessed, immediate infatuation. Great…

“Oh yes,” he said in a European accent. “I am grateful to you and Greg’s hospitality. You’ve made being so far from home much more bearable.”

“Good, good! It’s a shame your business partner couldn’t join us this evening. But I’m sure he had his reasons. You two are busy men, after all!”

Bennett nodded, composed yet amiable. “That we are. I’m sorry, but I have to ask, who is this beautiful young lady you have with you?”

Bard didn’t skip a beat in his front, presenting her with a grin like she was a piece of treasure up for auction.

“I know, stunning right? This is Elza. She’s one of my...assistants.”

The European man held out his hand with a handsome, friendly smile. It could’ve fooled anyone, and it almost fooled her. But her gut constricted at the last moment, her first indication something wasn’t right about this guy.

He took her hand and kissed it softly. “It is my utmost pleasure, Miss Elza. I’m Stephan Bennett. Please, just call me Stephan.”

Claire put on the sweetest smile she could muster, batting her lashes. “The pleasure’s all mine, Stephan.”

He looked her over, and although he was an attractive man, it made her skin crawl.

“Has Greg taken you up to your suite yet?” Bard asked cordially. “I’ve left you a little treat as a thank you for choosing to stay the night in Raccoon City’s famous Central Hotel!” 

Bennett ripped his eyes from Claire and shook his head at the host. “No, sir. I got the keycard to the room earlier, but wanted to check out the party before retreating for the night.” He presented a friendly, almost sheepish smile. “Honestly, I’m still a little messed up with the time zone changes. I didn’t think it would affect me this much.”

“That’s not a problem. My assistant and I will escort you up there. There’s a little bit of business I’d like to discuss with you anyway,” Bard replied.

“What about your party?”

“Eh, they’ll entertain themselves! Greg will take care of things while I’m gone. It won’t be but a few minutes.” Bennett glanced at Claire, expression unreadable, and Bard quickly added. “My assistant is completely trustworthy, don’t worry. She knows about our research.”

Bennett nodded, relieved. “Alright, lead the way, Nathaniel.”

Claire was uncertain what to do as Mueller shook hands with Bennett and bid them good night before heading for the bar. Her job was to stick a bug on the European businessman, probably so Wesker and William could track him straight to Aaron Roth. Leaving the party just tossed her whole plan into the garbage. This just got way riskier.

Nothing like winging a mission where my life’s literally at stake. What’s the worst that can happen?

“Great,” Ada whispered in her ear, not helping Claire’s gut feeling. “Wesker’s watching and listening through your piece. He says it’s fine. Just get that bug on Bennett without him knowing.”

Was that supposed to make her feel better that Wesker said it was fine? And how exactly was he able to do that anyway? That just made her earlier conversation with Ada a lot more awkward...

With a slight tick of her jaw, Claire composed herself with a friendly smile and followed the two men out of the restaurant and into the fancy, historical hotel.

They went to the lobby, a grand room with high ceilings, bright lights, and expensive carpet and decor. The elevator ride to the fifth floor seemed extra crowded, even though there were just three of them. Bard and Bennett chatted normally about their lives and careers. Claire didn’t like the frequent glances Bennett gave her. She waited for an opportunity, stayed vigilant with that inkling sprouting in her gut.

It got worse when Ada told her she lost visual on her from their location.

Wesker’s making you do this alone because he wants to see how you do, said a small voice in the back of her head. She didn’t have proof, but she wouldn’t put it past him.

She gave vague answers when Bennett asked her something, either curious and flirting or digging and deceiving. She wasn’t exactly sure.

Bennett scanned his card and held the door open to the big, two-bedroom suite. Bard strolled right on in but Claire hesitated, not wanting to put her back to these men. When she did, she felt his eyes all over her, and when he closed the door, he purposely brushed her to get by.

They stepped into the spacious living room first, accented with a bar and impressive kitchen. There was a home theater set up in the den, opposite a wall of glass that displayed downtown Raccoon City. Dark buildings silhouetted within soft glows of lights of all colors. Speckles of white rained down softly outside.

“You meant it when you said this suite had a view,” Bennett stated, drawn to the panorama.

Bard gave her a look, dipped his head in the direction of his “guest”, as if urging her to get her business done. Claire glared at him as he turned off to the bar instead.

“Yes, I did! And over here, something just for you, Mr. Bennett. Your favorite wine. All the way from home!”

“I don’t like this. Are you okay? Cough if you are.”

“How thoughtful of you, Dr. Bard. Thank you. You’ve gone out of your way to make me feel at home here.”

Claire didn’t like it either. She looked around, keeping up her appearance as she joined the men at the bar. She didn’t see any danger, but something like it was lurking about. Whatever it was, she was fine for now.

She coughed. “Oh, excuse me.”

Bennett watched her more than Bard, but she still couldn’t read his expression. Bard took the fancy bottle out of the container of ice. “Shall we have a glass while we talk?”

“Yes. I’d like that.”

That clicked an idea in her brain. Claire put a hand on Bard’s arm, mustering up the realest fake friendly smile she could handle, looking between the two men under thick lashes. “How about you gentlemen take a seat, get comfortable? Let me serve you.”

Bennett’s smile held something darker, but it was gone in a flash. Bard looked at her funny, but composed himself and slowly put the wine down on the counter. “Of course, Elza! You’re always the sweetest thing! Come, Stephan, over here.”

“What do you have planned, exactly?” Ada asked. “Ugh, I hate going by sound alone.”

Her cohorts had lied to her, she realized. William promised Wesker wouldn’t let her out of his sight and Ada said she would watch over her. Wesker didn’t say much to her before the party, but disclosed if she did what she was told, she would be fine. She was alone here and certainly felt something other than “fine” was coming her way.

The doctor and his guest went to the lounge chairs nearby, sitting across from each other. It was the perfect way for Claire to bug Bennett without him knowing. She opened the white wine and poured their glasses, giving them time to get settled in their seats and start talking. The more distracted they were, the better. It also gave her a moment to get the tiny tracking device ready.

The younger Redfield served Bennett first. She caressed her fingers up his arm, across his shoulder, stopped at the back of his neck, squeezing his collar gently. Her flirtatious smile was enough to distract him from Bard when she handed him his drink. She didn’t remain long, crossing to Bard and giving him his drink with the same smile, the same caress that made her skin crawl. She left them and returned to the bar, gathering up the wine bottle and ice bucket and placing them on the table in between the two men.

Claire eavesdropped on their conversation, but a lot of it made no sense to her. Big research, Sheena and Rockfort Island, Roth, Ashfords, prototypes, T-series. All similar topics that Wesker and William discussed and were involved with.

“You know, it’s strange how all of our business associates keep coming up dead or missing since we’ve been in town,” Bennett said after a long sip of his wine.

Bard grew quiet, confused, his fingers clenching around his wine glass. “What…do you mean?”

The European man looked at Claire, like he knew all of her secrets, not near as charming now. “You know what happened to them...don’t you, Miss Walker? Or should I call you Miss Redfield?”

Claire stiffened, nails digging into the chair arms. She dared not blink, glaring at him, keeping calm, but reeling underneath on how to react. He knew her name. Her _real _name.

Shit!

“Shit!” Ada echoed in her ear. “Claire, don’t do anything rash. Hang in there.”

It wasn’t as though she had much of a choice. She was on her own. Bard’s alarmed face told her everything. He was just as surprised as her, but would be too much of a coward to help her.

Claire took a deep breath. “I don’t know what happened to them.”

“I think Dr. Lowery would say otherwise.”

“How do you know my real name?”

The European businessman crossed one leg casually, swishing the wine in his glass, sharp eyes on her. “All it took was a little digging. You really shouldn’t use your mother’s maiden name as an alias, darling. Especially one as unique as hers.”

Cold steel bumped the back of her head. A gun.

Wesker had told her the same thing. Warned her.

She was careless to use it after not being prepared at the university. Now she was in real danger. The other wolves that Wesker claimed he was protecting her from had stalked her right into a corner. Then again, maybe he wasn’t expecting _this _pack. Or maybe he had and was ready to give her up as tribute for his own motives…

“Uh, Stephan, what’s going on, is t-this necessary?” Bard asked.

“Quiet, or you’ll have one to your head also.” Bennett motioned for Claire to stand. “My business partner, Aaron, would like to speak to you one-on-one, Miss Redfield. You have the time, right? You can help fill the gaps on what’s been happening to our dealings. We’re getting warm, but it seems as though everyone is too afraid to give us answers. Whoever you’re working for, we’ll cut you a nice deal if you expose them.”

Claire kept his gaze, defiant, silent. She had no choice but to comply. She had no weapons on her, no way to hide one in this dress. She slowly moved her hands down to her sides, preparing to push herself up, and felt it. The cold, metal coil of a corkscrew. She forgot she had brought it with her while serving the drinks.

Snatching it up between her fingers, she stood. The man who had the gun to her head pulled her out away from the chair. Bennett rose from his seat, finishing his drink and setting the empty glass down.

Bard shot up as well, looking between Claire and his guest, panicking. “Wh-What are you doing?”

There were two other men in suits now. They must’ve been hiding in the suite this whole time. Although they didn’t have weapons drawn, they were probably packing like the one behind her.

“Nathaniel, lying to me that she is your assistant? After what happened to Simon, I’m shocked. Someone’s got you cowering and afraid, just like Greg. Just like our friend the Police Chief.”

“I-It’s n-not what you think.”

Bennett nodded to the other men. They grabbed Bard by the arms, containing him. The European man pulled a gun equipped with a silencer from his suit jacket.

The doctor fought his captors. “Wait! No!”

Claire stabbed the man behind her in the groin with the corkscrew. He cried out as she spun, disarming him and shoving him away where he tumbled to the floor. She grabbed the bottle of wine and threw it at Bennett’s head just as he switched his gun on her. The bottle shattered on his face.

She didn’t get far with running. Not in that dress, not in those heels, before she was snatched by his men. A bash above her temple instantly made the world spin. Still, she fought, as weak as she suddenly felt.

Bennett was soaked, his face earning a few gashes from broken glass, blood mixing with golden-colored wine. He cursed, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He grabbed her neck, squeezing hard.

“You little bitch! You’re lucky Aaron wants to speak with you, or you’d be dead!”

That’s when his arm snapped. Like a twig. He screamed. Claire, her vision still hazy from the blow to her head, realized he was attacked. His men were attacked; she was let go. A few blinks and she saw Wesker using some sort of martial arts to swiftly dispose of them. Not Bennett though. He raced away to his escape while holding his limp arm that flopped uselessly as he ran.

The STARS Captain had killed the other three. In seconds. With his hands. He paused, looking to the door where Bennett had fled, as if deciding whether to pursue him. He was over it in seconds though, grabbing her and pulling her to him. Not as rough as she had expected, but gentle wasn’t really in his nature.

“Hold still,” he commanded. She felt his hand on her head. He must’ve been examining the clout she had received. “Are you alright?”

There was some blood on his hand when he withdrew it, and she felt it trickling in her hair. It must’ve been just a small cut, otherwise it would’ve been all over her face by now.

“Yeah,” she said. And she was. It had only made her light-headed for a minute or so.

The nearby chair squeaked as it scooted on the carpet, and a muffled curse came from the other side. Wesker finally looked away from her, jaw clenching. He marched over to the furniture and kicked it. The chair crashed and skidded several feet away. Wesker seized Bard by the collar and picked him up, slamming him into the nearby bar counter. The sound his body made hitting the granite countertop made her flinch, and Bard’s yelp confirmed it.

“Wesker, wait, please! I d-didn’t know! I didn’t! I swear! He was gonna kill me too!”

“He was,” Claire confirmed. 

She had no idea why she defended the asshole, especially when he didn’t offer her any help before. But she could tell he was telling the truth. Wesker paused, but didn’t look at her, probably contemplating what to do with the doctor as he shuddered in his hands.

“Consider your...contract extended indefinitely,” Wesker growled, and shoved him over the other side of the bar. He put a couple fingers up to his ear, the same hidden piece she had. “Ada, William, we’re finished here. Ada, track Bennett. William, tell Irons he has a mess to clean up with Bard and Mueller.”

Bard got to his feet, shaken, his surprised eyes finding hers. The younger Redfield glared at him, a silent message he understood. She had spared him a cruel fate from the Devil. But she wouldn’t do it again.

She returned her gaze to the three bodies around her feet. The one she stabbed with the corkscrew had a snapped neck. The other two looked as though they had suddenly dropped dead, nothing to attribute to the hands of the STARS Captain. But she had seen it with her own eyes. And although it shouldn’t have, it lit a fierce fire in her lower belly, spreading when his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her towards the door.

The flames were fanned when he whispered in her ear, his hand squeezing her hip. “You did exceptionally well, dear heart. You make me proud.”

When Ada told her Wesker would want to take her home after seeing her in her dress, she had denied wanting him to, denied she wanted to go home with him willingly. But after what she saw, how he held her close to him like she was his, and his alone, how his breath upon her ear titillated her, made her receptive to him only, she could no longer deny it.

Claire wouldn’t be able to stand the drive there. She wanted him. Wanted him to take her. She was a liar; it wasn’t just a one-time fling or a mistake. It was going to happen again. And she wanted it to, and would do nothing to stop it.

[chocosvt]

⚬ pairing: seungcheol x reader. ⚬ word count: 4865. ⚬ warnings: drinking / smoking. ⚬ genre: mostly angst, fluff, some suggestive/borderline nsfw scenes. a casual life!au? (meaning he isn’t an idol) 

✧✎ synopsis: seungcheol knows you’re no longer together, that he should’t be thinking about you as often as he does, and yet, you keep appearing. his heart doesn’t know how many times it can afford to split.  

✧✎ a/n: i really wanted to write smth as i work toward finishing that other massive fic. so HERE. bc i miss seungcheol ;-; and idk i just like angst lol. 

i.

Seungcheol doesn’t know if it’s right for him to be looking at you like this. It doesn’t necessarily feel wrong, but there’s a distinct craving in his gaze that spots him with doubt. You’re not together any more. The chapter where your lives were once romantically intertwined was coldly shut months ago, leaving little room for reconciliation or even the most surface-level of acquaintances. Yet, Seungcheol is struck with a sudden pining as his eyes inspect you from top to bottom across the room, finding it pure luck you were both at the same new year’s party.

There’s a doorway from the living room that leads into the kitchen. Seungcheol is sitting on the sofa with a jade-tinted bottle in his hand, though the amount of alcohol he’s consumed since first arriving has greatly subsided. He’s too distracted by you to even raise the bottle to his lips, nor does he adequately listen when Joshua attempts a conversation. You’re talking to some people he doesn’t recognize, your eyes rather milky and a shiny can in your hand. He stares at the side of your neck and thinks it would be nice if he were giving you a hickey right now.

“Hey.” Joshua bumps Seungcheol’s shoulder and the boy finally turns his head.

He sees Wonwoo and Hansol as well, who give Seungcheol a warm glance. He notes that Hansol is carrying his signature black lunchbox.

Joshua then leans toward Seungcheol’s ear in order to whisper over the music: “We’re going outside to smoke, you coming or not?”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “Pass,” he says, “I don’t really feel like it.”

He pays attention to the beer in his hand, titling his head back as he gulps down a significant amount of the tangy, bubbly flavour. It doesn’t taste that good, and the bottle’s not even cold at this point, but Seungcheol figures he should just finish it anyways. Joshua sees you in the kitchen, leaning generously against the sink while you attempt to smile at the strangers who converse with you. It was worth a try to get Seungcheol off the couch and away from lamenting at your lost relationship, but he’s unimaginably stubborn when he wants to be.

“Okay,” Joshua replies, patting his shoulder, “don’t get too hung up or anything.”

Seungcheol watches the small crowd weave their way through the congregation to reach the patio door, the last he glimpses of Joshua being his bright blue hat before he slips into the chilly night. Quickly, Seungcheol polishes off the remaining alcohol inside the jade bottle, heavily swallowing the deep burn that melts down his throat while deserting the glass on the arm of the couch. He senses a distant thrumming in his cranium, knows he’ll regret every sip by morning, but for now he cares so very little.

As he leans back in his seat, Seungcheol comes to focus on the body that’s suddenly standing right in front of him. It’s weird, who would do that? However, the breath instantly whisks from the boys’ lungs when he realizes that it’s not just some intoxicated, fucked up stranger who isn’t even cognisant of what room they’re in. It’s you. You’re standing in front of him, to which Seungcheol poorly hides the stupor that colours his face. Before he can stumble out a single word, you’re straddling his lap and settling your hands against his firm shoulders.

Evidently, Seungcheol doesn’t know what the hell is happening. Neither of you are in a sober headspace. Furthermore, he hasn’t touched you (let alone been this close to you) in almost three months. Out of habituality, he grabs the familiar warmth of your waist, the simple contact with your skin igniting an emotion that was once wholly repressed. Staring into your eyes, he sees how foggy they are. He knows his can’t look much different.

“W-What are you doing?” Seungcheol stutters, his cheeks hot and sunset pink.

At first, you don’t speak, only crack a small smile while wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing your faces in close proximity until you’re practically breathing the same air.

You blink at him heavily. “Kiss me.” You whisper against his mouth.

Seungcheol doesn’t believe he’s capable of ever denying you.

The next few hours seem to seamlessly blend together. Seungcheol remembers the intense make-out that ensued on the couch and the little regard he carried for the environment around him. Once he tastes the sharp liquor from your lips, he completely submits to that catastrophic buzz you give him. Feeling your weight push down against his lap, how your fingertips slip through his soft, onyx hair, the way it feels morally wrong to welcome your tongue into his mouth, but so physically right that Seungcheol can only pull your hips closer.

He remembers the warm, open-mouthed kisses he nipped to your sensitive neck, murmuring in a slurred, gritty tone: “let me take you upstairs, baby.”

Joshua might throw the remainder of Hansol’s stale bong water over his head if he discovered what you and Seungcheol did. Somehow, there’s an empty bedroom available at the end of the dim corridor. After falling onto the sheets, you hastily pull the white top over your head and fling it toward a dusky corner, reaching for Seungcheol as he climbs over top your body. While pressing more heated kisses against your throat, already bruising and marked with indents from his teeth, Seungcheol’s hand rubs a sweet friction between your thighs, right over your jeans.

He hears you release a small cry of his name, your nails dragging down his back.

Nothing has ever made his heart shake more.

ii.

Seungcheol is confused as to what time is it. There’s no alarm clock on the bedside table, and his phone is buried within the pocket of his navy green jacket slumped at the end of the bed. He can’t hear much from the level beneath him. Looking toward the blinds, he can only gauge slits of the night sky. All of a sudden, there’s a sickly coughing noise from behind the shut bathroom door, to which he views a small sliver of yellow light underneath. Seungcheol notes the empty space beside him. He hears another cough, followed by a pained and irritated groan.

Damn – you have to be hungover.

Stumbling drearily out from the bed, Seungcheol brushes away the black strands of hair that flop before his eyes. He almost topples over trying to get his boxers back on. The pounding in his head isn’t unbearable, and he figures he’ll be fine after getting some water in his system and dozing off to a few painkillers. Seungcheol taps his knuckles against the bathroom door.

“Hey,” he calls out, his voice still thick with sleep, “how bad is it?”

There’s a moment of silence. Seungcheol assumes it must feel bizarre to have your ex consoling you through a hangover, especially considering the history of last night.

“I don’t know…” comes your weak response, “I think I’m dying.”

Seungcheol leans his head against the wood and laughs. “You’re not dying, honey. Can I come in?”

The door swings open, and Seungcheol sees you half-dressed in your white t-shirt and underwear, a watery film in your eyes and a look of pure exhaustion draining your countenance. Then, you’re immediately collapsing back to the cold tiling, leaning your head against the side of the bathtub while the toilet sits across from you. This doesn’t feel like an unfamiliar scene. Seungcheol used to always nurture you through your intoxication, and at least this time you possess enough strength to stand without your legs trembling.

“You want me to get you anything?” Seungcheol asks. “Water? A wet cloth? Some pills?”

He doesn’t know where he’ll get the pills. It’s probably three in the morning, but he figures the convenience store in town might still be open.

You swallow tightly and wrap your arms around your knees, the fluorescent lights gleaming against your balmy, flushed skin. It seems as though you won’t look him in the eyes. Seungcheol understands. This isn’t supposed to be happening. Neither of you should be in this bedroom.

A poignant sigh escapes your chest. “What’s wrong with me?” You ask, the water glimmering bright in your eyes. “Why did we do this?”

Seungcheol stiffens. When he catches a glimpse of his body in the mirror, he can read the hazy extent of your night together. The bruises are tinted like cherry and violets, smudged against his chest, his collarbone and neck. Even now, as he really concentrates, Seungcheol can feel the cool air sting dully against his back, which he can only hypothesize is decorated in long, deep scratches that will possibly burn like hell in the shower. His body hasn’t looked like this in months. There’s a clandestine part of him that wishes the marks will never lose their vibrancy.

He doesn’t know how to soothe your conflict.

Instead, Seungcheol takes a seat on the edge of the bathtub and stares down at you tenderly.

“I don’t know,” he replies, “we don’t always make the right decisions.”

You tilt your head back and meet his eyes. Seungcheol’s chest flutters.

For a moment, you look like you want to say something; however, an immediate grimace wrinkles your face and a tight hand is curling around your stomach. You scoot close to the toilet, holding onto its rim while a heavy cough burns acrid against your throat and suddenly, you’re upchucking the potent, venomous liquor from last night. Seungcheol collects your hair in his hand, pulling it back from your face. Once the surges calm for a few minutes, you’re too energy-depleted to do much apart from hang over the toilet, Seungcheol rubbing your back.

It’s three in the morning, but he feels like he would do anything for you.

iii.

Seungcheol opens his wallet and forks out the bills necessary to cover his lunch. He slides out from the booth first, accompanied by Seokmin and Jeonghan who suggested they go out to eat after their basketball game. Seungcheol trails behind them on his phone as they walk down a slim corridor toward the front of the restaurant. He’s texting Joshua about what their fridge looks like, and if it’s necessary to ask Jeonghan about making a stop at the supermarket. The afternoon light is dull as they enter the front house, and Seungcheol sees it’s raining outside.

“Wait—,” Jeonghan stops them before they can leave. “Let me try the gumball machine. Does anyone have ten cents?”

“The gumball machine?” Seokmin laughs. “Are you a child?”

“Shut up.” Jeonghan tuts in response. “I want a pink one. Now do you have ten cents or not?”

“Sheesh, give me a second, I’m checking.”

Seungcheol has developed the skill of tuning out their innocuous banter. He looks through the windows and into the downpour, which ripples unforgivingly against the glass and slicks the pavement. For their sake, he’s glad Jeonghan was able to find a parking spot across the street. As the boy gets down on his knee and crams the small coin into the slot, cranking the handle, something manages to catch in Seungcheol’s peripheral vision. His heart skips a beat. You’re looking out the window while nibbling worrisomely upon your bottom lip.

“Are you freaking kidding? Orange? That’s the worst.”

“Why does it matter?” Seokmin quips. “They all taste the same.”

Jeonghan huffs petulantly. “But I wanted pink! Do you have another ten cents?”

Seungcheol hasn’t seen you since your wicked hangover at the New Year’s party. Though it’s a moment of the past, he remembers the situation so vividly, even more so how restless he felt afterward. He was unable to remove you from his mind, and he thought about you so often that he felt the ache with his whole chest. You haven’t noticed him yet. Seungcheol wants to approach you, though he’s not sure how kindly you’ll react or if you’ll brush him off.

“Awe, yes! Pink!”

Jeonghan stands triumphantly from the gumball machine. He holds the pink candy between his fingers and gets ready to pop it straight in his mouth, and yet, the slippery thing flings from his grasp at the last second. The gumball hits the floor, rolling outside into the rain just as someone runs indoors with their umbrella. Seokmin starts cackling, and Jeonghan just looks like he wants to go home. But Seungcheol can’t leave right now. He decides he has to talk to you.

“Meet you guys in the car,” he says, “I have to do something first.”

Seungcheol taps you on the shoulder. You jump slightly, and he feels bad about scaring you, but he’s relieved to see that your expression is cordial rather than aggravated. It blatantly feels strange. You don’t resemble a stranger, yet you’re not extremely clear to him either.

“Seungcheol? Did you eat here?”

The boy nods. “Yeah, I came here after basketball with some friends”

“O-Oh,” you stutter, looking off to the side, “I’m just waiting.”

You then gesture out the window, toward the grey, heavy rain. Seungcheol spots Seokmin and Jeonghan walking across the street, sporting their jackets pulled over their heads, looking somewhat like imbeciles who he has a soft spot for. At one point you were close with both of them, but now Seungcheol doesn’t even know if you still keep in touch. When you broke up, your worlds started floating apart, and that included contact with each other’s friends.

“Right,” Seungcheol snaps his fingers, “you’re still doing the tutoring thing at the library, huh?”

A timid smile pulls on your lips. “I’m tutoring someone today, but it’s so rainy out. I don’t think it’s gonna pass very soon.”

Seungcheol finds that he doesn’t even process what comes out from his mouth. There’s a sudden rush of giddiness in his veins, and he feels like his nervous, sophomore-self that once crushed on you before your relationship even started. At the same time, it’s an offer he used to make without thought when you were dating, and it warps into a conflicting, emotional mess.

“Do you want my windbreaker?” He asks, plucking at the black and white fabric. “It’s waterproof and stuff.”

Your mouth hangs open for a little bit.

“Uhm… I just—I don’t know, you don’t have to—,”

“It doesn’t matter, seriously.” Seungcheol replies, staring into your wide eyes with a soft expression. “Just give it back whenever we see each other again, okay?”

You lick your lips, swallowing tautly before nodding your head. Seungcheol removes his jacket and helps you slip into the material. It’s a little bit big on you, and the hood droops down far over your face, but, god, seeing you in his clothes engenders Seungcheol’s heart to beat so unbelievably fast. He experiences a concoction of different emotions, different memories. He remembers how it felt seeing you wear his t-shirt after the first time you slept together, how he felt when you’d set up a long distance skype call and you’d be dressed in his old hoodie.

Everything comes rushing back. He doesn’t want to walk away from you, but he knows it’s wrong to linger. You don’t belong to each other anymore.

But at least he’ll get to see you again.

iv.

Seungcheol bounces the basketball a few times against the lacquered floor, feeling the leather texture brush beneath his palm. Then, he takes a deep shot, watching the ball suction perfectly into the hoop just before it echoes against the ground. He was the sole person occupying the gym after a late-night practice. Seokmin was with him about ten minutes ago, but he ended up packing his things and heading off to shower stalls, wishing Seungcheol a goodnight. Even though Seungcheol said he would be leaving shortly, he didn’t know why he was still here.

He picked the ball up and tossed it again, hearing the satisfying swish of the net.

The gym doors suddenly squeak, loud and metallic, to which Seungcheol takes out an earbud assuming that maybe Seokmin forgot something. However, the face that smiles at him doesn’t belong to Seokmin at all, and Seungcheol feels his heart soar. You’re holding the windbreaker that the boy let you borrow during the downpour last week, and he hears a relieved sigh.

“I figured I might catch you here.”

Seungcheol smiles and sets his earbud back in. It astonishes him that you can recall the days he has basketball practice, though Seungcheol supposes it makes great sense considering you used to attend all his warm-ups and games. He grows oddly fond seeing you from the court again.

“Just put in next to that black bag on the bench.”

“I never got to thank you for letting me use it,” you explain while returning the windbreaker to the rest of his belongings, “it was really pouring out, but I was definitely less wet than if I had nothing. I wasn’t too sure if you would still be here. Of course, I knew when I saw Seokmin.”

“It must’ve been weird for him to see you coming back here.” He replies. You would never come to the court unless Seungcheol was there.

“He said hi to me,” you admit, scratching your arm, “he looked kinda nervous though.”

Seungcheol can’t help but note that you seem a little saddened by the interaction. The break-up between you two was all but civilized and pretty. There was shouting, tears, bitter and cold words shanked through the thick air with infinitesimal regard for the other’s feelings. Seungcheol remembers you pushing a picture frame of you two together off the shelf, how the glass cracked, different shards scattering far across the floor. He remembers storming into his bedroom and throwing all your clothes into one heaping pile, demanding that you leave, swearing that he hopes to never see you again. Now, everything feels so pointless and stupid.

The falling out crumbled an entire web of ties between you. Seungcheol understands why Seokmin would be nervous to see you, but he hates to know how it’s upset you.

“Hey,” Seungcheol calls out, attempting to lift the depressive mood, “Wanna shoot?” He bounces the basketball.

You immediately tense. “Uh – no. I haven’t touched a basketball since we were dati—I mean, well – you know. I haven’t played at all.”

Seungcheol smiles, rolling his eyes. “Just come here.” He beckons. “I’ll remind you.”

“I-I don’t know, my friend is in the car. I shouldn’t keep her waiting.”

“It’ll take two minutes.” He reasons. “I promise.”

The boy is delighted to see you comply, even if you are hesitant and approach him with bleeding apprehensiveness. While he shows you how to hold the ball as well as the correct motion to make with your wrist, there’s a smile blooming from one corner of your mouth to the other. Sometimes the past feels exactly like it should: the past. At this moment, a warmth ignites between you two, a spark that feels passionate and ever-lasting. Once he gives a few examples, the ball is suddenly in your hands, and he watches brightly as you sink a basket.

Seungcheol collects the ball, smirking. “You wanna play?” He then asks, checking the ball straight into your chest.

“No,” you respond, sending it back harder, “you know I just said I have someone waiting.”

“It hasn’t been two minutes yet.”

“There’s probably thirty seconds left. We have no time.”

“Fine,” Seungcheol shakes his head, “be a loser.” He doesn’t wait for you, and flicks the ball through the hoop.

It hits the glossy wood, bounces a couple times, and proceeds to roll slowly across the ground. You look at Seungcheol, and Seungcheol looks at you. There’s a small moment of silence.

Until you’re both racing across the floor with arms extended, practically throwing yourselves toward the basketball. It just ghosts under your fingertips, and somehow you manage to secure it against your chest, though you’re unable to even rise from the floor as Seungcheol straddles your waist and attempts to whack the ball out of your grip. The chime of your laughter echoes loudly through the entire gymnasium. You’re too slippery and end up weaseling away, scrambling haphazardly to your feet and using your last breath to sail the ball toward the net.

Seungcheol is too late. He reaches for you, but the ball has already gone through.

As the boy wraps his arms around your waist and hugs your back against his firm, hard chest, you cry out triumphantly, pumping your fists in the air. To anyone who observed from the outside, you wouldn’t exactly paint the image of a broken relationship. You were laughing, celebrating, making harmless mockery pertaining to the other with stupid grins on your faces.

“You’re such a cheater.” Seungcheol says.

Wriggling to face him in the comfort of his grasp, you slide your arms around Seungcheol’s neck and scrunch your nose.

“How did I cheat? That was fair!”

Seungcheol grabs your hips tight, pulling you in close against his body until he can almost count the individual sparkles in your eyes and smell the sweetness of your hair.

“Uh? You said you weren’t gonna play.”

“I wasn’t!” You giggle. “Until you called me a l—,”

The metal doors squeak again. At the speed of light, you and Seungcheol detach from each other, the playful mood disintegrating as the girl who’d been waiting in the car comes looking for you. Seungcheol sees the light drain from your eyes. He watches your shoulders slump, and the deep lump you forcefully swallow upon being interrupted. Seungcheol is utterly disappointed too. His heart doesn’t quite beat the same when you bid him the tiniest, quietest goodbye before running over to your friend, apologizing to her for the unexpected wait. The doors rattle once more, and then the gym is completely empty. It stings worse than anything.

Seungcheol doesn’t understand why he can’t just have you back.

v.

It’s sometime after ten-thirty when Seungcheol finally leaves Hansol and Wonwoo’s house. It’s not a long walk back to his miniscule apartment complex crammed in the middle of town, and he loves to soaks in the calm beauty belonging to the clear, star-speckled sky. He only went over to smoke after a tiresome day at his job, but he ended up staying much longer after Wonwoo revealed his game console. They took turns playing Portal and Grand Theft Auto. It was fun, a perfect way to unwind, and now Seungcheol is ready to wash up and go to bed.

He’s wearing his earphones while walking through town, listening to old songs that remind him of you, a playlist actually, one he started making before you were even together. No matter what happens – Seungcheol is always thinking about you these days. He misses you in a way that aches deeply, like his heart has been split in two by a sharp and jagged stone. In fact, while standing at an intersection, waiting for the light to glow in a walking man symbol, Seungcheol almost mistakes someone sitting at the bus bench across the street for you.

A moment passes, and he squints through the meagre lighting. Wait—that is you.

Your gaze keeps flitting nervously from the lurid phone in your hand to the dimly lit area that surrounds you. Your knee is quickly bouncing, and Seungcheol can sense at a distance how nervous you’re feeling. He doesn’t know why you’re sitting alone in the dark, but he can’t just leave you there. Instead of walking his usual route back to the apartment complex, Seungcheol approaches you, calls out your name softly as to not make you afraid. At first you respond to him with a moonfaced expression, but then you recognize his face and your heart quiets.

“Everything okay?” Seungcheol asks, taking out his earphones.

You gulp thickly and reflect a jittery smile. “Um, kinda. My boss made me stay late for closing. I tried texting my friend to pick me up, but she’s not responding.” A frozen breeze rifles through the air and you shiver. “I-I just, I don’t want to walk home alone.”

Seungcheol doesn’t hesitate to extend his hand.

“C’mon, I’ll take you.”

A grateful smile warms your face. Standing up from the cold bench, you grab Seungcheol’s hand and interlock fingers. Your address is still fresh in his mind, to which he easily navigates the streets with you beside him. At one point, a loud dog starts barking from a few blocks over and you nearly jump out from your own skin, though Seungcheol just slides his arm around your waist, gently pulling you further into his solace. He feels you instantly relax against him. An indescribable light fills his chest. To be able to make you feel safe, like he used to, it’s aweing.

“This is it, right?” Seungcheol asks upon approaching the house porch. He knows it’s right, but he waits for you to confirm it.

“You’re right.” You tell him in a tiny voice.

His hand grazes the small of your back as you walk up the steps together, stopping before the door and its weathered, white paint. A bitterness stings against Seungcheol’s throat, a truly horrible bitterness. He doesn’t want to say goodbye – he wants to stay. He wants to take you inside and wait on your bed as you get ready for the night. He wants to experience that beautiful fluttering in his stomach when you crawl into his arms and shut off the light, his hand stroking your spine as you fall asleep, your soft, slow breaths fanning against his neck.

Why does it have to hurt like this? Seungcheol hates that he’s so in love with you, but he’d never want it any other way. Even if he has to endure this pain, it’s better than never getting to know you, touch you or love you. He swallows the hot salt and gets ready to bid his goodbye.

“Sleep well, okay? Maybe I’ll see you agai—,”

Suddenly, you’re hugging Seungcheol. Your arms wrap securely around his waist and you bury your face in his neck. He takes a slight step backward, caught off guard by the blitz of affection. He hears you suck in a trembling breath, and then he feels wet, cold droplets slide against his skin. Instantly, he holds you, one hand dearly cradling the back of your head while the other passes up and down your back. You shake in his arms and he doesn’t know why. Seungcheol just hugs you tighter. If he has to, he’ll hold you for the entire night.

“S-Seungcheol,” you release his name in a sob, lifting your head from his neck. His heart beats wildly as he looks directly into your teary eyes. “I’m s-sorry.” You cry to him. “I-I’m so sorry…”

“What?” He cups your face, collecting a few thick tears with his thumb. “For what, honey?”

“E-Everything,” you hiccup, grabbing his waist tighter, “for the st-stupid fights, the p-picture, all those h-horrible things I yelled at you – I hate my-myself because of it.”

Seungcheol shakes his head and brings your face in closer to his, brown eyes glistering. “I don’t care about that. I don’t. I said horrible things too, sweetheart. I yelled at you, I told you to leave, I made you so upset, and I know exactly how you feel.” He rubs his thumb tenderly below your damp eye, and you ease into his touch. “But that was a different time. No matter what, I’m still in love with you. What happened months ago doesn’t change that. I promise.”

You sniffle back the new pearls that nearly stain your face.

“Really? Y-You still love me?”

Seungcheol leans in. He presses his forehead against yours, his fingers delicately framing your wet, warm cheek. And then he’s kissing you softly, pouring every ounce of his heart into the contact. Your hand curls around the back of his neck. You respond passionately, keeping him as near as possible, nipping gently at his bottom lip while stealing each other’s breath. Seungcheol peers directly into your gaze. It’s glassy from the tears, but also sincere and welcoming.

“I never stopped.” He says earnestly.

He feels your fingertips thread through the black silk of his hair. You kiss him again, and his grip finds the familiarity of your hips, leading you backward until you press against the door.

“I love you too.” You admit to him between every peck.

In the rising heat, you whisper against the boy’s pretty mouth, “I want you back,” to which the words engender Seungcheol’s heart to positively melt. Seungcheol knows you already have him. It doesn’t take long before you’re unlocking the door with the key beneath an ancient flowerpot. You hop into his arms, and Seungcheol catches you like it’s nothing, sitting you on top of the corridor dresser while his kisses wander further down your neck. Every whimper he hears turns him fonder. You admit again that you love him and he smiles against your skin.

Seungcheol will always need you. He hopes he always has you.

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The Smallest Outlaw Chapter 4- The Point of Snow Return

I’ve really got to progress to the Horseshoe Overlook chapter. I’m running out of snow puns. A bit of a boring chapter, but there is Ollie’s origins and a small (lol) physical description...that’s kind of it really. Also...I really stink at trying to write accents because of stupid hearing

I’m still trying to figure out if this story will follow the plotline exactly or make it in to a fix-it fic. Oh the choices...help...

As usual, feel free to submit ideas you would like to see. Also, acknowledgments and thank yous to @yeenybeanies (Devin is awesome), @lilnoodlegal (Outlaws and Winglings is a much better story than my brain barf shitposting), and @tiny-james (for fuelling the fire of my madness regarding RDR2 G/t).

Feel free to let me know if you want to be tagged for updates to this story. Let’s get this started.

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I don’t know when I fell asleep. I’m no longer on a wooden surface in front of the fire. Judging from the feeling, I’m still wrapped up in Hosea’s scarf…and it’s dark. One surface I’m resting against is moving steadily. Occasionally I can hear a deep thump.

I try to adjust my position to get more information. I hear a questioning hum reverberate above me. A sliver of light above me widens. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see the towering figure of Hosea. I unconsciously attempt to retreat.

“Mornin’ Ollie,” he smiles as he looks down at me.

I look around. As well as being wrapped up in his scarf, he also had me under his coat. That explains the movement and the thumping.

“Morning,” I mumble in return.

I cover my eyes and hide back into the scarf, whining about bright light. Hosea’s chuckle rumbles through his chest as I feel the woollen material close around me. I brace myself as I feel my confines move.

“You have an explanation due,” I hear Hosea’s voice almost directly outside.

I emit a grumpy ‘no’ sound and burrow further into the scarf.

“Are you going to continue this stubbornness?”

“Yah huh.”

“Just my luck,” he mutters with a sigh.

Honestly, now I kind of feel sorry for him. I scrabble my way to the open part of the bundle, only to pull part of the scarf over my head like a hood due to the cold air nearly freezing my ears off.

“I can’t tell you what’s going on, because I don’t rightly know,” I admit with a shrug.

“How is that possible?” Hosea raises an eyebrow.

I think about this. Should I tell this giant stranger about myself? He did admit that he and his friends were outlaws. Outside, there’s wolves, bears, and a blizzard. Inside, a whole lot of giant outlaws. My question is, which is more dangerous? Well, if these guys wanted to kill me, I’d be dead already.

“Because two days ago, I was human.”

A brief look of disbelief crosses Hosea’s features.

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Your pointed ears were off putting.”

“My what?!” I exclaim.

Hosea looks confused, then smiles.

“You obviously haven’t seen yourself in a mirror, have you?”

“Uhhh, no. I woke up with my hotel bed the size of a barn and lit a shuck anywhere else. No time to preen,” I admit, hesitantly moving my working arm to one of my ears.

They’re pointed, as Hosea said, but much longer and stick out. At my surprised realization, they twitch upward.

Hosea chuckles softly and my ears flick at feeling the exhalation of his breath.

“At least you’re entertained,” I grumble.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you end up in Colter?”

“I stowed away in someone’s satchel. Turned out he was an O’Driscoll. Not my best decision.”

“An O’Driscoll? Do you remember which way they were heading?”

I try to recall what direction the horseman was going.

“Uh, North East, I think.”

“Ah, we’ve already run into them,” a dark look passes briefly over Hosea’s face.

“What about your arm?” any sour attitude regarding the O’Driscoll’s has gone.

“Oh, the horse bucked. I landed badly, then staggered over here for shelter.”

“How are you still unconvinced that I was human?” I ask on seeing Hosea’s dubious expression.

“It sounds too simple.”

I shrug off my makeshift hood and go to search my bag, but I don’t have it.

“Where’s my satchel?”

I’m sure I had it with me.

Hosea shifts me to one hand then rummages through his pocket and pulls out my bag. It’s positively dwarfed in his palm. I move one hand to take it from him, then reconsider. I just spill out the contents.

“If I wasn’t human, all that would be too much of a coincidence,” I gesture to the two food tins, my journal, and a small amount of coins.

Hosea raises his hand closer to his face to inspect the items.

“Awake already, old friend?” Dutch enters the room with a booming greeting.

“Just talkin’ to little Ollie here,” I feel my ears flick in irritation at the nickname Hosea just referred to me as.

“What have you found out about our latest acquisition?”

“Used to be human. Ended up in Colter by accident,” Hosea answers, passing Dutch the stuff I had poured into his hand.

He inspects the items before placing them back into the bag.

“And how is Ollie feeling?” Dutch hands me my satchel.

“I’m a tiny human with a broken arm and a thin coat in a blizzard. I’ve had better days.” I grumble.

I recoil as Hosea brings his other hand up, but he only rearranges his scarf to cover my shoulders.

“At least you’re no longer stuck outside alone,” he smiles.

With that in mind, this isn’t one of my worst days.

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 Hosea had left the cabin to discuss something with the other gang members, something about another missing member. I kept myself busy by reading…trying to at any rate, the book Hosea always has.

When you had no-one to teach you as a child, it’s a hard thing to teach yourself. I’m no exception. I understand enough to know it’s a crime story. It doesn’t take long for me to focus all my attention on reading.

 My ears flick as I feel a short gust of warm air from behind me and a familiar chuckle.

“Sorry, probably should have asked you first,” I mutter, grabbing the cover of the book to close it.

I’m stopped by Hosea’s massive hand over mine. I track my eyes up his arm to look up at his face. He’s kneeling next to the small table.

“I would never have taken you for a reader,” he says with a smile.

“Uhh, I can’t read…not very well anyway,” I admit.

He takes the book, marking the page with his finger and puts his other hand out in front of me.

“C’mon Ollie,” he urges.

“Why?” I ask cautiously, slowly backing away.

“Because you’ll freeze to death like that.”

I look down at myself. I hadn’t realized the scarf was no longer over me.

“Oh,” is all I can say as I shiver.

I give a squeak of fright as Hosea wraps his massive hand around me. I struggle to escape his grasp as he lifts me off the table.

“If you keep squirming, I might drop you,” he warns softly.

“I’m trying not to hurt you.”

That’s kind of true. I notice that his grip isn’t actually tight. More of a secure hold trying to avoid my splinted arm.

My stomach drops as Hosea stands up and I grab onto his finger with one arm, holding on for dear life. He takes a step to sit down in a chair in front of the fireplace. He leans back slightly as he settles into his seat. His fingers loosen and I drop the short distance, landing on the fur lapel of his jacket. I barely have time to get my bearings before his hand pins me down. I try to wriggle out from under his hand.

“Shh, just relax. You need rest with your injured arm, and you are going to freeze without intervention,” his voice rumbles through his chest.

My next sentence is interrupted as the cabin door opens. It’s not Dutch or Arthur, but an older man with glasses. Hosea quickly places his other hand over me, concealing me from the new arrival, though I can just see through the slight gap in his fingers.

“Ah, good evening Herr Matthews,” the new man greets in a thick accent.

I’m guessing German maybe. As he turns to close the door, Hosea closes both hands around me. I register upward movement then I’m dropped onto his shoulder. Specifically, between his shirt and coat collar. He wraps his scarf carefully around, then stands up. I grab his coat in fright.

“Evenin’ Herr Strauss,” Hosea’s booming voice echoes in my ears.

“I’m vondering vhen we are getting off zis mountain. I’m sure zhe others are curious about zhis also,” Herr Strauss says as he attempts to rub some warmth back into his arms and hands.

“We have to be extremely careful, Strauss. Pinkertons are still crawling all over the state.”

Pinkertons?! What did this gang of outlaws do? And what have I landed myself into?

“I know. I’m just anxious, is all,” Strauss replies.

I don’t register the pounding of hoofbeats until Strauss is already at the window.

“Zhere back. Wit John. Mein Gott, he looks awful,” he exclaims.

Hosea took the opportunity while Strauss was distracted to take me off his shoulder and put me into the small drawer of the end table, then gesturing ‘shush’, before following German outside.

That was…weird.

[straykats]

Hi, I'd like to request a scenario with Hyunjin where the reader is also an idol who's very famous for her dancing talent, they bump into each other backstage at an awards show and the reader compliment him a lot, praises him and asks for a private lesson from him cause she really admires him... His reaction is up to you... 😊

I’m not really sure how award ceremonies run behind the scene, so I based this off my experiences when I was in music ensembles..? I had like.. three different openings for this typed out, but I think this was the best one i could work with lol sorry if it’s kinda iffy jcdknd

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“30 minutes until the opening ceremony!”

As the staff pops back out of your dressing room, your make-up artist does the final touch ups. “Okay, y/n, you’re all done! Be sure to wink a few times - I didn't spend all that time on your eyes for no reason!”

You laugh and thank your stylists and makeup artists before leaving the room… Well, it wasn’t really a room. All the female artists had been grouped into one massive hall, divided into smaller sections by pin-up boards. You had heard that all the male artists were in another massive main hall. On your way out, you pass many signs of well known groups, your mind rushing with names. Politely greeting everyone you pass, you make your way out into the hall.

As a fairly new artist, this was your first award show. You weren’t completely oblivious of how things ran, but sometimes you wished you were part of a group, not a soloist. While being a soloist had its pros, it was often at times lonely, as you remember now, standing in front of the elevator doors. 

“... late, Channie-hyung’s gonna scold you, and Minho-hyung’s gonna make you practice way more. See you soon, hyung!”

You look up to see a tall guy walking towards you, dressed in a blue suit. He was looking at the ground, his hair covering his face. As he got closer, you greet him.

He looks up, and your heart jumps - you recognised him. Hell, you looked up to him.

You were sure a lot of people did. He was rather tall.

“Ah, hello-” He greets you back, and stops next to you. “You’re y/n, right?”

“Oh!” You nod your head. “Yes, I’m surprised you know me.”

“You’re surprised?” Hyunjin lets out a laugh. “You’re one of the most looked forward to rookie this year. Or, like… For me, anyways.” He blinks a few times, frowning, before rephrasing himself. “I mean, I look forward to a lot of your performances. You’re a very good performer. I wish I was like that when I debuted… Ah, I’m Stray Kids’ Hyunjin-”

“Hyunjin-sunbaenim, yeah, I know-” The elevator pings, door opening. You both step inside. “What floor are you going to?”

It turns out that he was going to the same floor as you - that is, you were both on your way to the main stage. While you were going just to get ready to be seated, he was going to prep for some MC-ing. 

“You’re an amazing dancer, you know, and being able to sing like that, while dancing? I never understand how my members can do it,” Hyunjin says.

“Oh, I’m- I’m nothing compared to you. You’re control is so much better than mine, and you’re ability to synchronise all the different movements! I was such a fan-”

“Was?” 

“Oh, no- i didn’t mean-”

Hyunjin starts laughing, and you laugh too. You had always wondered what would happen if you met the idols that had inspired you, but you never would have thought they would be teasing you in an elevator.

“You were one of my idols,” You confess. “I looked up to you a lot as a trainee… and even now. I really hope I can perform like you one day!”

Hyunjin seems a little taken aback. “I- Wow, thank you, y/n. I guess i’m not a rookie anymore, but I haven’t been in the industry for too long, so to hear something like this…”

The tips of his ears are red, and you turn away. The elevator doors open, and you both step out. 

“Anyways, I’ll- I’ll see you around, yeah? Fighting, y/n!”

You nod and bow.

The awards ceremony goes smoothly. You’re sitting two rows in front of Hyunjin, and in any other circumstances, you would probably find yourself turning around to look at him. It still seemed a little unreal to you that you had talked to him so soon after your debut. 

You watch Hyunjin MC during some of the small breaks, reading out live comments and praising the performances in the first half of the show. Stray Kids perform as well, and you watch earnestly, your eyes scanning the members for Hyunjin. He had changed into a red jacket for this stage, the outfit complementing all the other members outfits, black and red and white. 

The intermission comes after their performance, and you wish you could find the boys and praise their performance, but you were performing the opening stage for the second half. You make your way out of the sitting area and find your way back at the dressing rooms… You had only twenty minutes to change and get all your makeup touched up. It took just over fifteen minutes, everyone rushing and double checking.

You’re getting mic’d up backstage when you hear someone call your name. You look around, seeing a person clad in red diverging from a larger group. 

“You’re performing next, right?” 

You nod, feeling a little guilty that you couldn’t face Hyunjin directly due to the staff securing your mic.

“Good luck! I’ll be cheering for you, y/n!”

“Thank you…! And good job, your performance was amazing!”

You can finally turn around to face him, and how does he still look so good after such a powerful performance?

“Well, I should let you go. You only have a few minutes, and I need to get changed too…”

He starts walking off, but you call out his name again.

“I- I don’t know if this is out of place or wrong of me to ask, so I fully understand if you deny-”

“Y/n, quickly!”

Your head snaps around at the staff member’s voice, adrenaline filling your veins at the idea of performing in front of such a large crowd. You take a deep breath. “I would really appreciate if you could… teach me, someday? Dancing, that is.”

He’s blinking at you, his tongue between his teeth. You weren’t sure if this was a good or bad reaction. 

“I’ll talk to my manager about it! But go, y/n! Rip the stage apart for me, yeah?” He pats your shoulder and gives you a charming smile. You can only bow your head as he hurries off.

“Y/n, we’re live in a few seconds!”

“Sorry, coming!”

The performance goes alright, to say the least. Nerves got the better of you at the beginning, and you start a beat late, but you manage to recover. By the end of the first verse, you’re calmer. When the dance break comes, you’re feeling fierce, and the adrenaline in your was converted to energy which you showed brilliantly in your performance.

You’re sweating by the end of your stage, and you make your way backstage to the staff handing you towels and bottles of water. In less than half an hour, you’re ready to return to your seat.

You catch Hyunjin’s eye as you walk to your seat and he throws you a thumbs up.

-

The van ride back after the awards show lulls you to sleep, and you try to focus on the passing lights to stay awake. You’re pretty much on the verge of sleep when you feel your phone vibrate. Pulling it out, you see a message from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: hey, y/n! This is Hyunjin, we talked a few times tonight. You’re performances were very good tonight! I talked to my manager, and I should be able to meet up with you for a few dance practices at the following address. I’ll be looking forward to a reply :)

A location is sent, directing you to a dance studio between both yours and Hyunjin’s company. You try to get your manager’s attention to talk to them about this meet-up, but you’re asleep before you can formulate a sentence. Tomorrow, then. Tomorrow, you will reply.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Author note: hey!! Sorry it took.so long! Between Christmas and a nasty cold I got (and honestly having massive writers block on how too end this lol) it's been a long year already Haha

Warning: none

Rating: PG 13

Bad writing / did I proof read : No sorry lol

The biggest problems with small towns . Everyone knew everyone’s business, for example when Nancy and Jonathan got together the entire school started talking about it. And by the next day the entire town knew! It surprised you. Not them getting together you saw their attraction for each other a mile away. But Steve’s reaction shocked you.

Mr. Popular turned mushy. All cause of Nancy! It stunned you seeing Steve heartbroken over Nancy. You never were close with Steve. Especially since you werent popular or pretty so Steve left you alone.

That all changed the moment you stumbled upon monster or “Demodogs “ as they called it. You screamed, cried in fear and spent the night in terror running around ans seeing your cousin Dustin and his friends. Basically being bad asses with a girl who can move things with her mind! It was a Night too remember. But it did lead you too become friends with Steve something you never imagined. Or did anyone else could imagine.

A lot of things happened after that., learning about the fucked up things that was your town, Elle dying too protect the town. What stunned everyone was your bubbling relationship with Steve Harrington! The hottest guy you ever met. Once getting over your annoyance of great hair Harrington. You both ended up falling madly in love.

The summer hit and Everything changed.

First week of summer you discovered you were pregnant. With Steve's baby.

At first you thought he was happy. Steve acted like he was blissfully happy. Unknown too you how terrified he was. Begging Steve too be with you too tell your parents. He agreed but ended up not showing up. A common problem lately. He was flakey. The one time you needed Steve he wasn’t their. Thankfully your grandpa decided on the spot too take you in, he was being more helpful then your boyfriend and all you could think about was if your dad was right that Steve was a good for nothing who would abandon you and the baby the second he could. And unfortunately Steve wasn’t helping his case by not showing up or calling you back.

You would call him and he would call back. Two days later. He has cancelled every plan you set up. Saying it was “work" so far . Grandpa is the best support you had. And it was driving you crazy!

Today you had enough! You decide after puking for the third time and it’s only ten am! You had enough with Harringtons behavior So you left and headed too the new mall. You knew Steve worked today. Robin has been complaining about how moody Steve has been lately.

Getting too the mall. You headed straight too Scoops Ahoy too see Dustin your cousin pushing Steve into the back. Arriving too your destination seeing Robin calling out too Steve. He jumped out plastering a big smile on his face. All the anger disappeared seeing his pearly white. Seeing the boy you love standing there it made you burst into tears. Steve dashed toward you gripping your face tightly. “hey baby whats wrong? Are you okay?”

You just cried harder pushing Steve away. You ran away. Steve chased after you. You beeline too the women’s bathroom. Knowing Steve couldn’t follow you. However you didn’t expect Steve too barge in after you.

“baby what’s wrong? Is it the baby?”

You whipped your cheeks fast turning too Steve. “No! It’s you Steve! Your ignoring me! Flaking out! Your being a dick!”

Steve stepped forward. Looking at you, “its complicated y/n! This-this wasn’t the plan! You weren’t suppose too have my baby for another ten years! When I wasn’t working in a shitty job that makes me dressed like a fucking sailor!”

“Oh I’m Sorry! Well maybe If you didn’t sneak me out of my house and we didn’t go on top of that ridiculous stupid Hill! We wouldn’t of slept together under the moonlight! And I wouldn’t be pregnant! I had plans too! But we can’t change the fact it happened!! This is happening Steve! “

“HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SUPPORT YOU AND THE BABY! I MAKE THREE FUCKING DOLLARS A HOUR!”

Steve kicked the garage can hard making it move across the bathroom. It made you Yelp . Steve instantly apologize. Taking a deep breath in.

“it’s humiliating Y/N… god this whole thing.. sucks.!”

Looking at this Steve reminded you of Steve from high school before Nancy. The Steve who was Mr. cool and a dick.. the Steve who you hated! Who wouldn't say anything but let his dick friends mock you as you walked passed. The Steve who was a dick!!

“Who said you were in this alone Harrington?”

That caught him by surprise. You haven’t called him “Harrington” since English when he was trying too charm his way too get the answers from you about a book he was supposed too read. Tears streamed down your face as you snapped. “if your so embarrassed about having a baby with me! Forget it! I don’t need you involved Harrington!”

You ran passed him this time Steve let you run away mainly because he felt like you just kicked him right in the heart. After work Steve went too your house. With Rose’s. Too only see Dustin coming out of the house.

“Y/N isn’t here man. My aunt kicked her out.”

The moment Dustin said it. Steve remember you mentioned that too him he groaned rubbing his face. “ shit-where does your grandpa live?”

Dustin offered too take Steve. They drove too a large house seeing Dustin and your grandfather sitting on the porch. With some ice cold lemonade. He spotted the flowers and Knew Steve was Steve.

“Y/N isn’t here- some curly hair fellow took her too the movies"

Steve cursed knowing who would do that. Billy! He bolted back into his car as Dustin followed. They hurried too the Mall. Searching for you and Billy. With No luck.

For a week nothing. You just disappeared. The police figured you ran off. Dustin tried distracting Steve with decoding a Russian secret message. When they figured out the message. And stumbled into the Russian base, too be captured.

You were sitting in a chair unchained, thanks to your grandparents you knew a Tad bit of Russian enough too say you were pregnant. Some of the guards treated you better then others. It was your ears that got you in this mess! You went too the movies with Nancy and Jonathan. You heard the Russians talking about a secret base and you ended up following them. Mainly because you couldn't believe what you heard! "Secret base" could easily mean "scoops ahoy!"Your Russian was Rusty.. apparently not that rusty since you got captured.

A week passed, of being in the room and being questioned over and over. When the doors opened you jumped high too see two similar faces Robin and Steve were thrown into the room. Steve’s eyes grew large seeing you. Steve scrambled over too you hugging you tightly. You hugged him back tightly digging your head into his shoulder as you both started crying. Steve pulling back cupping your face tightly as he quickly touched down too your stomach touching it softly . “ Are you and the baby okay?”

Nodding your head fast he reached over squeezing you tightly. ‘God. I thought you ran off!”

Steve pulled you into a hard kiss. Before wrapping his arms around you again. Holding him tightly you rested your head on his shoulder soaking in his scent you never thought you would see him again. “I went too the movies with-"

“Billy I know he’s MIA everyone thought you ran off with him.” Robin spoke up you forgot she was in the room as you shook your head. “with Billy? No! I went with Nancy and Jonathan! I overheard some Russians talking about a secret base so I followed them.”

Steve rubbed his face hearing how reckless you were. He couldn’t help but snap “what the hell Y/N! Your pregnant !!! you cant be doing stuff like this!”

You wanted too snap at him . But his tears rolling down his face. Stopped you. Hearing a banging you all jumped ass Steve leaped in front ready too attack anyone who enters. Non of you expected it too be your kid cousin. You never been more happier too see Dustin in your life! Following your cousin and he’s best friend kid sister you couldn’t help but smile at their bickering it reminded you of you and Steve in the beginning of your relationship. Getting up too the top of the mall. You noticed someone with a ice cream cone. A chocolate ice cream with sprinkles. You stopped in your tracks as everyone ran off. You walked too the ice cream scoop. Steve turned around looking around for you. Catching you walking into the scoop Ahoy he bolted too you grabbing your arm.

“Baby what you doing?”

Looking at Steve you rubbed your stomach. “I’m hungry and I need a ice cream cone .”

Hero rubbed his face. Steve snapped. “We have Russians after us! I’ll get you a ice cream cone later!” Steve dragged you out. Catching up with the group. A wave of anger rushed over you. It wasn’t a simple craving. You could substitute a normal craving. This was a Need. People needed oxygen, water too survive. In your mind you were convinced you wouldn’t survive without a chocolate ice cream cone. It was all Steve fault! He denied you your ice cream cone.

“Steve.”

Getting into a movie theater too hide he turned looked worried .”yea babe?”

“Later.. when were safe and not in Danger I need you too do something for me.”

“Anything! Baby whatever you need”

You dig your nails into his lap as you spoke calmly. “get me a chocolate ice cream cone with sprinkles!”

“Ow! Okay! OKAY! OW BABE THAT HURTS!”

You freed his leg grabbing his hand again reaching over kissing his cheek.

[kpop---scenarios]

Lost In The Stars (6)

Warning: Violence

Word Count: 1.5 

A/N: I'm sorry it's shitty, I tried. Lol

“What the actual fuck" Hoseok hissed as he replied his managers words through his head. He couldn’t understand what went through that girls head, other than she was clearly delusional. Hours ago she had just been here trying to sell that story to him and he called her out on her lies. So what was the motive here? 

 “She was just here” you chimed in. “A few hours ago, trying to tell Hoseok he was the father". His managers eyes went wide. 

“Why didn’t you tell me! I’m supposed to handle this shit so it doesn’t get out like this" 

 “I didn’t tell you because I had thought I handled it. If she is pregnant, I’m not the father. I didn’t sleep with her. “ Hoseok explains. “I thought I got rid of her when I called her out on this bullshit.” 

 “Well you didn’t. I need to do some serious damage control" he sighs, answering his phone with an angry Hello. Walking up to Hoseok, you wrap your arms around him as you hear your phone buzzing non stop. You bury your head into his neck as you let out a small groan of frustration. What now? You drag your feet to the side table to pick up your phone. Opening it up, you’re astonished at the amount of texts, calls and mentions you had received. Most of the messages were from your friends and family, asking you what you had gotten yourself into and if everything was true. Confused you opened your twitter account, only to see your name being dragged through the mud because of two tweets, from one lying psychotic bitch.  

Your stomach sank as you read the things these people who didn’t know you were saying. You hadn’t done anything wrong, but you were a nobody, so who would believe you? 

 “Hoseok..” you whisper, scrolling through the mounds of hateful messages. He walks over to you, just before you drop your phone. He grabs it, only reading maybe one tweet before tossing it aside and embracing you. 

 “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll fix this. I promise” Hoseok whispers in your ear. 

 As much as you want to believe him, you’re not sure if he will be able to fix this problem. 

 ** 

 A few hours later, you’re laying in your bed, scrolling through your phone, looking at all the tweets that are still being posted about you. Your heart hurts as you read them, you’re not that person. You would never wreck a relationship had they actually been in one. Hoseok had left, his manager wanting him to meet with a PR person to come up with a statement to release about the whole situation. You glance at the time on your phone, seeing it was almost 10pm and you knew Hoseok would be home much later, you decided to just close your eyes and try to dream about something else, anything else but this nightmare that you were currently living. A few hours later, you’re awoken by the sound of things crashing in the living room. You sit up in your bed, your heart racing as you hope its Hoseok just being angry. 

Getting out of your bed, you slowly creep to your door, opening it slightly hoping to see whoever it was through a crack in your door. Unfortunately you had no such luck with seeing anyone, so you sneak out of your room, quietly creeping down the hallway. As you peak around the corner you see an unknown man standing in the living room, his body shaking seemingly with rage. Before you can creep back into your room to lock the door, he spins around, locking eyes with you. Even from a good distance away you can see the rage in them, the darkness. You gasp as you turn to run back to your room. He acts quickly chasing after you. You get to your room, but not in time before he grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking you back towards him, wrapping his arm around your neck. You fight as he drags you back to the living room, his arm tightening around your neck making it hard to breathe. Once in the living room, he releases you, tossing you to the floor with a hard thud. 

 “What do you want!” You cry, your arm aching from landing on it funny. 

 “What do I want?” he chuckles. “I want you to suffer for what you did to my beloved Mia. How dare you take her babies father away from her.” He snaps. 

 “I didn’t! They were never together. It’s not even his child, if she is even pregnant" you yell. 

The man chuckles. “She would never lie about that. She’s amazing and truthful, unlike you, you lying slut" he snaps, stomping towards you. He brings his leg back, swiftly kicking you in the stomach. You gasp for air, as he knocked the wind out of you while also hitting your ribs. “You’re going to pay for what you did to her. And I’m not going to be the only one to do something to you.” He bends over, grabbing your by the hair again, your scalp tender from before. 

He yanks you up, facing him, bringing his hand back, he slaps you hard across the face. Your tears falling from your eyes as your cheek burns from the hit. 

 “I didn’t do anything" you sob. He brings his hand back again, ready for another hit. Before he manages to land one, you bring your knee up, connecting with his stomach causing him to falter back, bending over to catch his breath. You take this chance to run to your room but he recovers quicker than you expected, running after you. You make it into your room, he slams the door open with his shoulder before you get a chance to close the door fully. Diving, he grabs a hold of your ankle, pulling you to the floor, making you hit your head on the hard floor. The man shimmies his way on top of you, raising a fist this time, landing a blow on your face, almost knocking you out. 

The man lands a few more hits and kicks to your stomach. You hear and feel your ribs breaking for sure, something now not right inside you. You cry out in agony, praying for Hoseok to get home soon in your head. Like magic your prayers are answered as you hear Hoseok’s voice calling for you from the living room. Hoseok's stomach sinks as he looks around the room at the broken glass on the floor. 

 “Help!” he hears you scream. He quickly runs to your room, seeing a man ontop of you. Hoseok grabs the man by the back collar of his jacket, pulling him off of you in one quick motion. 

 “What the fuck do you want” he growls. 

 “Justice for Mia you piece of shit" the man snaps, trying to fight his way out of Hoseok’s hold. 

 “Y/N, call the cops" Hoseok yells. You do your best to scramble your way to your phone, still laying on the side of your bed, your body in so much pain. With shakey hands, you unlock your phone, quickly dialing 1330. “

1330, what’s your emergency?” the woman asks. 

 “S-someone broke into my apartment” you stutter and cry. 

 “Are you injured? Do you need an ambulance? What’s your address ” she asks. 

“Yes, I think I have a few broken ribs” you cry, your body feeling weak, you’re out of breath and dizzy. “My address is.. *your address* “Officers are on the way” she tells you. 

“is there anyone with you?” 

 “My.. my boyfriend just got home and has him pinned down" you say, trying to keep your mind right and your eyes open. 

 “They’re almost there, stay with me" she says. 

You wheeze into the phone. “I think.. I think I’m going to…” you say, passing out before you can finish. Before Hoseok can react, he hears yelling from the living room, the police had finally arrived. 

 “In here” he yells. The officers come into the room, Hoseok releases the man as the police handcuff the man, yanking him up. The paramedics rush in with a stretcher, loading you up swiftly. Hoseok doesn’t care about anything but you, leaving the mess for later or the cleaning ladies. Hoseok holds your hand the entire the entire time, his head leaning against your hands as he whispers quiet apologies to you, regretting that he wasn’t there to help you or protect you. They rush you into the hospital, the doctors rushing to you immediately. They quickly examine you. 

 “She has massive internal bleeding and a punctured lung. We need to get her into surgery now" the doctor yells, pulling you away from Hoseok and begind doors he wasn’t allowed to enter. Hoseok sinks to the ground, his heart breaking. This was all his fault. He put you in this danger by being stupid and not admitting his feels for you when he knew they were there. 

Now you were facing emergency surgery and he couldn’t do anything to help you. The only thing he could do, was take down Mia. And there was no doubt about it, he was going to destroy her. 

[truxblooded]

Jason Todd and Reader knowing each other on the streets then they loose touch with each other when Bruce takes him in. that is until the day Batman finds and saves the reader, taking them In too and making them the newest member of the vigilante family

[Goddamn, this one got away from me lol ENJOY!]

He felt like he’d known her since forever. 

That’s just how it had been since day one. The streets were a cruel, hard world where only the strong survived and the deviously cunning ruled. And it was while learning this lesson that Jason Todd met Y/N. It was while on the receiving end of a massive ass whipping that Jason Todd met the one person he felt he could truly rely on for possibly the rest of his life. 

Y/N had come in out of nowhere, brandishing pipe and fist, taking no mercy on every grown man who had decided it was worth their while to beat a clueless kid who was only trying to survive in a place that no one taught him how. She’d been the one to carry him off to some place safe, nurse him back to health, and ultimately begin teaching him the ways of the streets to stay safe and to survive. Y/N stuck close to Jason and he to her, and for a good long while they stayed that way.

That is until, Jason decided to try and steal the tires off the most infamous vehicle in all of Gotham.

That had been almost thirty years ago. 

The last time Jason had ever seen Y/N was when he was being swept off by the Batman and she was left to stand there in the middle of the street watching after the leaving Batmobile like an abandoned puppy. The last time Jason had ever thought about Y/N was when he was left tied up and beaten to within an inch of his life by the Joker inside a warehouse. As he stared down the bomb that was rigged to explode in less than ten, his final thoughts were about her. About how grateful he was to have known her, to have had her in his life, and how miserably sorry he was for never tracking her down to see her. 

The last time Jason had ever thought about Y/N had truly been the last and final time… that is until now.

He stared dumbstruck in almost frozen surprised horror at the sight before him. Laid out on the medical table in the Batcave covered in too many cuts oozing blood that mixed with grim, and looking both just like the last time he had seen her and not at all, was the last person he ever thought he would find back in his miserable chaotic life. And now that she was suddenly back in his life, she teetered on the very verge of leaving it all over again.

Batman had called in as he raced back to the Batcave, ordering everyone into high gear and prepare for an emergency medical situation immediately. Alfred had been ready as soon as the Batmobile came roaring into the cave, slamming to a tire screaming halt that kicked up burned rubber and smoke. He and Selina assisted as soon as the canopy of the Batmobile slid back and Batman was vaulting up out of the driver seat shouting instructions and detailed information that Barbara started inputing into all the machinery that Jason had zero fucking clue over.

Watching from the sidelines, his nose crinkled at the sight of the mangled and beaten body that was carried to the table and laid out. Some poorly beaten woman had the extreme luck of being found by the Batman, and instead of dumped off at Gotham General, she was in the Batcave being treated. From what Jason caught in between medical jargon being shouted the infernal racket of the hospital equipment squealing high pitched here and there, the bloody victim had been at the mercy of Victor Zsasz. How she had gotten into that position was unclear, but from what Bruce had learned in the short span of time he had had, she’d put up a huge fight against more than just Zsasz himself.

It was only when Bruce had rambled off further details, including her name, that Jason nearly hit the floor. Shoving his way between Selina and Alfred, earning a cuffing to the ear for his mannerisms and chastising words, Jason stared wide eyed at the face of the one person he truly never thought he’d see again.

Reaching out a shaking hand, he gripped her arm closest to him and gave a squeeze. “…. Y/N?”

“Jason, you need to back up.” Bruce’s regular voice ordered as he watched the sudden and very rapid eye movement beneath closed lids, the machines they had hooked up to the woman suddenly speeding up in their readings as her pulse and heart rate were quickly climbing.

“Y/N?!” He was almost frantic, leaning in over her abused face that had aged much like his own and yet… there was something that was just as young as it had been the day he looked up at her in relief. “Y/N!! FUCK YOU!! DON’T YOU FUCKING DIE ON ME!! OPEN YOUR EYES!!”

 “Jason, back up!” Selina gripped his shoulder and tugged, not gaining more than him roughly shoving her off with a heavy shrug of his shoulder.

“Master Todd, please, you need to—!”

The noise volume grew chaotic. The hospital machines squealing loudly in alarm and the lights overhead suddenly starting hum as the intensity in wattage the bulbs were giving out were starting to grow. Bruce was the first to notice the environment reacting to the sudden chaos, and in his long years of experience it was never nothing good.

“Y/N OPEN YOUR GODDAMN EYES!!”

“JASON! BACK UP! NOW!”

Without any further warning, the world suddenly seemed to just erupt about the small gathering with an ear splitting noise that was almost ungodly in its high pitched density, the sound almost comparable to the Canary Cry. Screen glass shattered while light bulbs of every varying degree exploded alongside the filaments inside, casting the Batcave into a darkness that wasn’t uncommon but unexpected. Bruce, Selina, Alfred, and Jason all threw their hands up over their ears and groaned in pain as the sound tore deep into their hearing with unforgiving relentlessness. 

For thirty seconds the sound held reign before suddenly dying as quickly as it erupted, leaving all four of them perplexed and momentarily deaf. Only the cast off glow of the computer screens further back away from the medical bay that hadn’t been directly impacted by whatever had just happened, illuminated the cave along with the emergency track lighting switched on by backup generator power.

As soon as he had his bearings, Jason’s immediate instinct was to check on Y/N, his fingertips seeking her pulse and holding his own breath in minute terror that maybe something had happened to her in turn. But right there beneath the tremble of his fingers, he felt the steady rhythm of her pulse and he exhaled a hard sigh in relief. 

“What the hell just happened?!” Selina shouted, more from a lack of not having the control of her volume thanks to the lack of hearing.

Two weeks.

Y/N was unconscious for a little over two weeks and monitored at all times by someone in the family, whether it was Alfred or even Damian (much to Jason’s dislike). In those two weeks Bruce had found out through scanning and testing that what had occurred in the cave the night he’d rescued her from a death at the hands of Zsasz was a result of Y/N being meta-human. What kind and what powers she held were unknown for the time being, and for that, Bruce labeled her ‘dangerous’.

Jason was in and out of the recovery ward, whether it was only for a few minutes or lengthy stay, he was in and out watching her with the hope she would wake up and that he could have back something in his life from the very beginning. He never did more than silently sit and stare, brooding as Dick called it more than once, but he did it at her bedside all while silently willing for her to wake up.

It was going on three weeks when Damian, who was on current bedside watch, stuck his head out the ward door and shouted that “THE FREE LOADER IS AWAKE!”

Jason was the first in the room and unceremoniously shoving Damian out the door and slamming it shut in his face, much to the shortest member of the family’s disdain and hollering protest. A reunion was long over do. And while it took a few seconds longer than Jason enjoyed, Y/N’s eyes went wide as recognition flickered within them.

“Jason?” Her voice was a little deeper than he remembered, rasped and broken from a lack of not using it while unconscious, but the familiar tone and lilt were there. 

He nodded, licking his lips out sheer nervousness while his hands flexed at his sides, the way she was looking at him punching a hole straight through his chest. It was… broken… a broken expression that mixed relief and anger and heartache all in one alongside who knows how many other emotions, but it was the way her brow buckled and her bottom lip wobbled that got to the rather emotionless ma who knew anything but rage and anger.

“You’re alive.” 

In less than two he was at her bedside, face buried in the crook of her neck while he awkwardly stooped to hug her fiercely, holding on with a desperation to not lose what he’d lost for the last decade. Jason took in short, shallow, and ragged breaths as he tried to keep himself from falling apart. He refused to cry in front of her back then, and he sure as shit wasn’t about to do it now. But that refusal crumbled the moment her arms encircled him and gave a weak squeeze, and Jason Todd broke with a heaving sob.

“The fuck was he thinking when he designed that?!” Jason squawked, irritation clearly scrawled on his face to make up for the fact that the sight before him was entirely too arousing.

Half-heartedly rolling her eyes, Y/N shook her head as she turned about in front of the dressing mirror in her room, glancing over her shoulder to look at herself from every angle possible. “I like it. It’s comfortable and I can move in it without a problem.” 

“You look like Selina’s mini-me… if you weren’t an inch taller than her.” Screwing his face up into a semi-scowl, Jason crossed his arms and attempted to look not happy as possible. 

“How? I’m entirely zipped up and covered!” Y/N returned while turning to face Jason with arms held wide as she cocked a brow at him. “Is it because of the black? Because I hate to break it to you, Jay-bird, but every one in your family has a thing for black of bordering on extremely dark colors. Including yourself.” 

She watched his brow twitch, the way his gaze darted to dance over her figure and then away just as color started to touch his cheeks. And then it dawned on her, expression holding a look of surprise for just a few seconds before a Cheshire grin began to curve her lips. 

“Jason Todd… are you turned on by the way I’m dressed?”

“Fuck you, I’m out of here.”

[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

Damsel in Distress

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1658

Summary: Baz’s father made the mistake of bragging to the gods, and now Baz has to pay the price. That is, unless a golden hero comes and saves him.

Carry On Countdown day 5: Mythology

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AN: Heyyyy I know I said I wouldn’t be doing anything for the Carry On Countdown, but I love Greek mythology, and this idea just came to my head. So, here’s another dumb greek myth AU from Theo. Enjoy! :)

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Baz

I hate this. I fucking hate this. Which is understandable. There isn’t much enjoyable about being chained to a bloody rock.

I uselessly pull at my cuffs, but they stay in place. What I wouldn’t give for Hercules’ strength right now.

“This is stupid!” I shout back to where (I think) my family and friends are. “Are we sure this is necessary?”

“The Gods demanded it!” Dev shouts in reply.

I growl and look back out the sea. “The Gods can shove it for all I care.”

“Don’t say that! Blame your dad for bragging about how brilliant you are!”

“I blame him too!”

And I really do. Stupid arsehole bragged that I could outsmart any god. (Which is probably true. I'm brilliant.) But David, King of the Gods, was not at all pleased by that statement. So he made a completely reasonable demand of my father; chain me, his only son, to a rock so I could be eaten by a sea monster as punishment for his arrogance. Which is stupid. It’s not like I said what offended the Gods. Why do I have to get eaten?!

I guess those questions are pointless right now, since I’m already chained up.

The ground starts rumbling. Fuck, guess my time is up. I can see something coming up very, very quickly in the distance. I press myself back by instinct. Not that I can escape. I just have to stand here and wait. I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m going to die, I’m going to die, fuck, I’m going-

“Hello.”

I open my eyes, and I gasp. I must already be dead and in Elysia. Because this man has to be a gift from the heavens.

He’s perfect in every single way. Tawny skin covered in moles that looked the constellations of the sky. A beautiful thatch of curly bronze hair illuminated in the sunlight. His eyes, though plain blue, are gorgeous. The corners are crinkled up with his glowing smile. His short white chiton blows in the sea breeze, which almost makes me squeak. There’s a bag over his shoulder, along with a polished shield and strange curved sword.

“Um,” I say. “Hi.”

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Baz. Who are you?”

“My name is Simon.” He leans to the side, looking at my restraints. “Why are you here?”

I scoff and rattle my chains. “Same old story. My father pissed off a god, he has to pay a price. I’m the price.” I tilt my chin towards the ocean. “The sea monster is going to eat me.”

Simon frowns. It’s painfully adorable. “That’s not good. You shouldn’t pay for his mistake.”

“You’re telling me. But i’m already stuck here so,” I shrug, “guess I’m sea monster chow.”

Simon keeps frowning. He’s thinking, I can tell. I can almost see him the gears turning in his beautiful head. Whatever it is, he takes a little longer than I think he should considering my limited time. But eventually, he grins again, looking at me with bright, idea filled eyes.

“I could save you, from the monster. Would that be okay?”

My eyes go wide. What the tartarus? “Sure, if you can, I wouldn't complain. I’d very much like to live.”

Simon puffs out his broad chest. “Of course I can. I’m a hero.”

I’m about to question that smug statement, but the rumbling gets very close. Simon’s head whips back. He looks back at me. “Stay here,” he says, then runs towards the edge of the cliff where I can’t see.

“It’s not like I have much choice!” I yell.

Simon doesn’t reply. I huff and slump down, only chains holding me up. Suddenly, the entire rock starts shaking. I tense up. Fuck, here it comes. I look up, and the ocean explodes in a monumental geyser. The massive sea serpent rises up from the water. It’s taller than any building I’ve ever seen. It’s blue-green scales are beautiful, almost distracting from it’s enormous mouth filled with rows of pointed teeth. It growls, and large fins fold out from it’s head, trying to intimidate me. I want to be brave, but this thing is terrifying. I’m breathing heavily, pressed back up against the rock. The beast sniffs the air, then looks down at me, and roars so loud the ground rattles and my ears hurt. I press back even more.

“Simon!” I shout. “If you’re going to do something, I think you should damn well do it now!”

“Close your eyes!” he shouts back.

Well, I don’t know what he’s going to do, but if I’m going to die I’d rather not see it coming anyway. So I close my eyes tight. The monster roars again. I can smell it’s disgusting fish scented breath. I’m waiting to feel it’s bite on my flesh. I hear another bone shaking roar, but suddenly it dwindles into a whine. There’s a weird crumbling and cracking sound that follows. I can’t smell the monster’s breath anymore. Slowly, carefully, I crack open one eye. I gasp.

The towering sea serpent, the one that was about to eat me, is now a huge stone statue. Frozen with it’s mouth open to eat me, but no longer a threat. And there’s Simon, fucking floating above me. Well, more flying, actually. His shoes have goddamn tiny wings. He’s putting something back in his bag, something with snakes on it. I’m intrigued, but I’m not sure I want to know what the fuck that thing is.

Simon flies back down to stand in front of me. He’s smiling so hard his pretty freckled cheeks must hurt. “Told you I could save you.”

“It seems you were telling the truth,” I say, still in a slight state of shock.

“M-hm. I’m a hero.”

I chuckle. “Well, Mr. Hero, could you do me a favour and get rid of these?” I shake my chains.

Simon looks very surprised and a bit embarrassed. “Oh, right, sorry.”

He takes out his odd sword, then holds it up in front of me. I wince away instinctively. There’s a sound of metal on rock, then my arms are loose. I open my eyes. A few links from my chains still hang from the cuffs, but I'm free.

“Thank you,” I say. “For, everything.”

His golden skin flushes a beautiful shade of pink. He scratches the back of his neck and shuffles his feet. “No problem. Uh, all in a day’s work for a hero.”

Gods above, he’s adorable. And kind. And brave. And downright gorgeous. I take a step towards him. “Well, I’ve never met a hero before,” I drawl. “Are you all so courageous and devastatingly handsome?”

He turns bright, bright red like a tomato. He's so cute. “Well, uh, I-I don’t know. I’ve never met another one.”

I chuckle once more, taking another step closer. “What, you don’t all have some sort of club to compare grand quests?”

“Nah, doesn’t work like that. People only tell your stories when you’re dead, I think.”

“That’s depressing.” I tilt my head to the side. “Want to tell me about your quests then? I’m sure I wouldn’t mind some heroic tales.”

Simon’s blue eyes go wide. “Oh. Uh, sure, yeah, I’d like that.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I could, um, fly us out of here. Go somewhere nicer.”

“Please do. I don’t want to spend another minute on this blasted rock.”

Simon smiles. He takes my hand, rough skin dragging on mine, and pulls me even closer. So close I can feel his hot breath. My mouth feels very dry. “Mind if I pick you up?” he asks.

I nod before even thinking. “Please do.”

Suddenly, Simon puts one arm around my back and the other under my knees. He picks me up like I weigh nothing. I yelp and instinctively grab his neck. He grins, then we fly up into the sky. I hold tighter. The ground shrinks into nothingness. Dev, Niall, and my father are mere awe struck specks.

“Wow,” I gasp. “Please don’t drop me.”

Simon chuckles and pulls me closer. “What kind of hero would I be if I dropped my damsel in distress?”

I glare at his stupid smug, beautiful face. “I am not a damsel in distress. I was an unfortunate victim of a god’s bruised ego.”

“Okay, true.” His brow adorably furrows. “Which god did your father anger anyway?”

“The king arsehole himself, David.”

Simon’s eyes go wide, but his smile doesn’t go away. “Uh, that’s weird. Because David is actually my father.”

Shit. Of course, just my luck. I hold on even tighter. “Does that mean you’re going to drop me now?”

Simon looks positively horrified. “No! No, of course not. I would never. Besides, I don’t like my father that much. He’s kind of a prick.”

“Well, that we can agree on.” An idea crosses my mind. A terrible, wonderful idea that might get us struck from the sky by a bolt of lightning. But it would be worth it.

I turn towards Simon with a smug smirk. “Say, how much do you think it would piss off your arsehole father if you kissed the man he tried to have eaten?”

Simon flushes down to his neck. He looks shocked at first. But slowly, his lips pull into a big smile. “I think he’d be really pissed. But I’d really like it.”

I wind a hand in his thick curls and pull us so we’re nose to nose. (I really hope he doesn’t lose focus and let both of us fall.) “I would too.”

He leans down and presses his mouth firmly against mine. His lips taste like the sweetest fruit. I sigh into it, tilting my head, deepening the kiss. He presses me closer to his warm body. I feel like I could melt into him.

Well, this isn't how I thought my day would turn out, but I’m certainly not complaining.

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AN: Hope you liked that :D I changed stuff from the original Perseus and Andromeda myth for Carry On's sake, so don't jump down my throat because it's not accurate to myth plz. I know my greek myth lol I'm just adapting. So I don't know if I'll do anymore Carry On Countdown prompts, what with my big bang still a WIP, but who knows. If so I'll make this part of a series. Maybe inspiration will suddenly hit me again haha. Have a good day and good countdown everyone :)

[peterporkerpeter]

Code Red — Part Three [Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader]

MASTERLIST//CR MASTERLIST

WC: 2.900

Y/N shuffled into the black car, Tony sitting in the front with his hand steadily curled around the steering wheel. Clint happened to be conveniently placed beside him, his eyes continuously darting towards the rear view mirror to glance back at the two teens.

The car ride was absolutely silent—at least for the first half of the ride. Y/N was too anxious to make any half-assed quick-witted remarks, and Peter was too concerned with consoling her. His hand gently rest upon hers, the warmth of his fingertips radiating onto hers. A part of her was put to ease by the simple gesture, but that certainly didn't distract from the waves of anxiety crippling her every limb.

On top of that, she was hoping Clint would keep his big fat mouth shut, but that was unlikely. The archer always seemed to enjoy being a chaotic human being, so he was entirely unpredictable. Y/N despised that about him. She hoped that maybe he did know how to shut up, otherwise she was in for long ride and an earful from Tony.

"Why is no one talking?" Tony cut the silence with a knife. He spared at glimpse at the Clint then flickered his eyes up towards the mirror where he made eye contact with Y/N.

"Because I'm trying not to hurl," Y/N groaned, slouching back.

She blinked away fearful tears, not wanting to appear weak. She kept forgetting she was still a child, but Natasha's words kept ringing through her head. Now was not the time to act like a kid. It was important to remain structured and intact for the mission, as much as it pained her to do so. Y/N didn't realize how hard that was. Natasha seemed to do it so fluently like undercover work was merely instinct. Then again, she was a trained assassin.

"I think we should call this off," Clint added, pondering on his little conversation with Y/N earlier. He couldn't stop thinking about the miscellaneous Prom question. Why would she ask that?

"No!" Y/N shouted, sounding a lot harsher than she intended. Everyone shot her concerned glances before she relaxed, calmly shaking her head and adjusting her tone. "No, Clint. It's fine. I can do this. We've gone too far to give up now."

Time to grow up.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, this is going to bother me the whole night. Tony, I walked in on—"

"No!" Peter cried.

"Clint, I swear to God, you say one more fucking word I will throttle you! I. Will. Kill. You."

"Language!" Tony hissed. He looked skeptically between his three team mates, a muddled look in his whiskey brown eyes. "What the hell is going on?"

Clint was squirming in his seat like a five year old just desperate to tattle on Y/N and Peter. He kept fidgeting with his hands, making silent conversation with Y/N through mouthed words and violent hand gestures.

"I will kill you. Hold off for now. Do it later."

"Do what later?" Tony was starting to get antsy. "Someone tell me what the hell is going on."

"Nothing!" The three chanted in sync.

Tony pursed his lips, rolling his eyes before settling back into his seat. "Whatever. You guys are children. Ridiculous children. I'm gonna' bitch about this moment to you later during the drive home, FYI."

"You did not just say 'FYI' like that," Y/N winced. "You sound like a total dad when you do that. Soon enough, you're going to start saying 'LOL' out loud to fit in with the cool kids."

"You're very snappy tonight, little miss. You're lucky I don't hate you, otherwise I'd be yapping your ear off like a Chihuahua about how much your getting on my last nerve."

"I'm getting on your last nerve? Are you joking? Tony, I've pretty much had it up to here with you," she used her hand to show how fed up she was with him by furiously shoving it high into the air, "and the night has barely begun! You're practically throwing me into a fucking war zone to die! Give me a break!"

"Y/N, it was a joke! Jesus, kiddo!" Tony argued. "Remind me to never get on your bad side."

Y/N thought she could hear her own heart loudly thumping against her chest. She could certainly feel it too. There was a giant lump in her throat, limiting the accuracy of her breathing, trembling, shallow breathes puffing past her lips. She slumped against the corner of the car, her arms wrapped around her body as if to protect herself from the cruel world. Slowly, she sank into a silent panic attack, shutting her eyes to hide herself from the people in the car.

"Y/N?" she noticed Tony's voice, but this time isn't wasn't dripping with sarcasm or aflame with a fiery remark. It was soft and soothing, full of uncommon sincerity. "You've gotta' stop thinking so much. All you're doing is freaking yourself out. You have five of us in there with you. Five. They'll have eyes on you the whole time, they're going to keep you safe. Nothing bad is going to happen."

Y/N used the pad of her thumb to blot away a tear that managed to appear on her waterline. She didn't want to ruin her makeup—another reason why she hated wearing it so much. Tears were bound to happen eventually, and she did not want to be walking around with mascara tracks stained onto her cheeks. She drew out a shaky breath, then swallowed her fear.

"Yeah," she replied. "That's what they all say right before something bad happens. I don't want to talk about this anymore. Let's just get it done."

"Sounds good, Hermione," Clint sighed.

Y/N grinned.

Eventually, the car pulled up to the front of the location. The gala was located at an art museum in the center of the city, which Y/N found to be quite the glamorous place for such a luxurious party. She noticed all the women entering through the entrance wearing long, elegant gowns with their handsome dates locked like a chain around their arm. The jewelry was flashy and the cameras were clicking. She could hear conversation carrying fluently across the sea of expensive color rolling in through the grand front doors.

"Good luck, Y/N. You got this kid. And you look like a million bucks," Tony turned around in his seat to face her. "Also, no making out with Parker. At least, not during the mission. I don't care what you do afterwards. Make sure your comms are on."

"Love you," she said quickly, not even thinking before the words came flying out of her mouth. Subconsciously, she supposed it was a good time to say it, seeing as there were a million different ways—good or bad—that this thing could go. She didn't want to take any chances.

Her hand found Peter's as he escorted her from the car, and immediately the folding red hot waves of anxiety succumbed to the tenderness of his touch. Y/N let out a long breath, collecting herself before forcing the fakest smile onto her painted features. She wanted to apologize to Peter for how clammy her hands were, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest. With ease, he extended his elbow towards her, and she took it graciously.

"You okay?" Peter asked. Y/N hadn't even realized they were already up the whole flight of steps.

"Yeah, just flustered. I can do this, right?" Y/N whispered, breathing in how attractive he looked in his suit. She wondered if they looked good together from afar.

Peter smiled daintily, brushing a messy strand of hair from her eyes. "Definitely."

She flashed her friend a dimpled grin before lacing her fingers with his. They poured into the museum, the hum of classical music instantly filling her ears, drowning out the harsh clamor of perturbation. She heard the steady taps of high heels rapping against the sleek marble tiles, men's shoes clicking aimlessly as they trailed behind their dates or danced with them enthusiastically. Chatter hovered at an even pace throughout the tall halls, wine glasses clinking together in an epiphany of joy and gathering.

Y/N glanced up towards the massive crystal chandelier dangling from the sky like a star. A large mural painted the ceiling with reds, blue, beiges and greens. The colors seemed infinite. Art littered the walls, surrounded by engraved golden frames. The place was absolutely stunning—it reminded Y/N somewhat of a building she'd see in France or Greece. God, how she wished she could see those wondrous places.

"Wow!" she gasped, absorbing the view for all its worth.

Peter shared a similar awestrucken expression as his date. "I see Natasha and Clint. Wanda and Steve should show up by the bar any second now."

Y/N nodded, ignoring the brisk stares from adults silently commending her dress. She made the smile on her face relaxed, trying to keep her appearance more inviting by standing up straight and keeping her brows subtly lifted.

"Testing, testing. Ground control to Major Tom. This is Tony Stark—AKA Iron Bitch. Do you copy?"

"Oh, my God. Stark. Shut the fuck up," Clint groaned.

"Affirmative."

Y/N giggled, Tony's ridiculous commentary settling her nerves and making the situation appear less frightening than it initially seemed.

After everyone checked to make sure their comms were working, the plan was in motion.

Peter stuck out his hand, blinking nervously. "Uh, wanna' dance? I-I mean, we kind of have to, but . . ."

"Spider-ling shoots his shot aaaaannndd . . . he fails. Quite dramatically. Better luck next time, pal."

Y/N bit down on her lip, repressing a cheeky smile. She graciously accepted his hand, entwining their fingers together. A gleeful chuckle flew from her lips and Peter felt relaxed by here sincere reaction, escorting her to the dance floor.

"Fair warning, I-I don't really know how," Y/N warned.

"It's okay. Me neither. We can just follow what everyone else is doing and hope they don't judge us."

She extended her arms, trying to follow what the other adults in the room were doing. She clasped her hand onto his shoulder then threaded her other soft, manicured hand with his, moving their arms outwards away from their bodies. His available hand looped around the girl's waist, lying firmly against her back. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together. Y/N could feel his breath on her lips, her heels providing enough height for her to be eye-to-eye level with him.

"I kind of want to kiss you right now, but Tony's in my ear and that just makes me feel dirty," Y/N said, staring at his lips, annoyed that she couldn't close the agonizing gap between their faces.

"I don't know whether to feel relieved or uncomfortable."

"Wait, are they kissing? Should they be doing that?" Definitely Steve.

"Ha! I walked in on them kissing in Peter's room." Clint. The rat.

"Way to keep a secret, Clint. I'm never telling you anything anymore!" Y/N hissed under her breath.

"Sorry, Mr. Stark!"

"I'm sorry, they what in Peter's what? I'm offended I didn't know that. Is that the secret you three gremlins were fighting about in the car? It definitely was. I don't care. I want the details. How was it?"

"Y/N made a vow to not fall in love with Peter, and she broke it barely thirty minutes in."

"You made a vow to not fall in love with me?"

"I thought she broke that vow like a month ago!" Steve felt confused. "Or was that a different one?"

"That was the one where she vowed off chocolate milk."

"Ohhh," he understood. "I remember that."

"Yeah, you're an old man so you wouldn't remember those kinds of things, Steven."

"What?! Everyone shut up! Focus on the mission, stop talking! You're stressing me out!" Y/N muttered, her tone thick with irritation.

"Yikes, I feel like I'm listening to a soap opera."

The conversation finally died down, and Y/N just wanted to curl up beside Peter and take a long nap. Her exhaustion was nearly enough for her to ask to call of the mission, but she decided that was rather a ridiculous reason.

Y/N slid her arm around Peter's neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. His arm tightened around her waist, large palms resting flat against her bare back. Her skin was cold against the pads of his fingers. He felt electrified by her. The scent of vanilla soon wafted towards his nose, and he closed his eyes, their hands still absentmindedly entwined, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

For a moment it felt like they weren't on mission. It was just Y/N and Peter, swaying away in the middle of a ball room, bodies pressed together, undoubtedly young and in love, unbeknownst to it. It felt like they were normal—like Y/N didn't have powers and Peter wasn't enhanced. They weren't Avengers or superheroes. They weren't challenged by the everyday horrors of the real world. They were just stupid teenagers with a lot on their plate and diverging paths, with broken vows and shimmering promises.

Reluctantly, Y/N opened her eyes, settling back into reality, removing her hand from Peter's and placing it smoothly onto his shoulder. He snaked his hand down towards her waist until his arms locked around her. Peter started to scope out the area out behind her, attempting to identify Axel Klein in the crowd. Y/N's eyes skimmed past anonymous faces until finally they did a complete rotation around the entirety of the room, her eyes recognizing the blonde haired boy meandering through the hefty crowd with a glass of champagne.

"I've got eyes on the subject," she mumbled, taking one last moment to press her mouth against Peter's shoulder. She inhaled the scent of his cologne, closing her eyes to bask in it.

"Go for it, Y/N. Your time to shine."

Y/N felt the anxiety slowly creep back, but she couldn't turn back now. She was brave. She could do this.

"I loved dancing with you, Peter Parker," Y/N always loved to say his full name. It rolled so pleasingly off the tongue, by now it was a habit. "Please tell me I'm not going to fuck this up."

Peter half-smiled at the girl, rubbing her shoulder gently. "You're not going to fuck this up. And I liked dancing with you, too."

"Ugh, cringe . . . Sorry, did I say that out loud? I would say just kiss already, but that would blow the whole operation. So Parker, kindly stop staring at Y/N's lips, please and thank you. Good luck, kiddo."

Y/N started to walk, but she couldn't leave yet. She didn't want to leave Peter. She already felt alone without his hands caressing her back like she was the most important thing in the world to him. She turned around to face her friend, eyes practically pleading with him not to let her go.

Peter himself had no clue how he felt. His heart was racing, his palms were sweaty. He felt like he would pass out at any given moment. All he wanted to do was protect Y/N, but he knew deep down that she needed to do this. Something inside of him stirred at the horrific thought of this being their final interaction together. He wanted to be with her forever. He would love to be with her forever.

"I-is Axel looking?" she asked, pressing her lips into a thin line.

"W-what? No? He's uh, he's turned around talking to some man."

"Good," Y/N breathed, lurching forward to grab his face. She pressed a quick kiss against his lips, basking in the moment as short lived as it was. Her thumbs laid gently on his cheekbones, as if Peter himself was the most delicate, precious thing in the world to him. She wanted just one more memory of Peter Parker, just one last part of him to hold onto. She just wanted to taste him one last time.

"Oh! Shit! She shoots! She scores!"

Muted colors rained down upon them from the mural painting the sky, violins humming softly in the distance, the deep groan of a cello bouncing like an echo off the walls. The kiss was short but more passionate than the first. It said everything that needed to be said without the interruption of unnecessary words threaded together into unnecessary sentences. It was everything all wrapped up into one pretty, defective bow.

"Thanks for the dance," she whispered, turning around quickly, not taking the chance to see the look on his face. She was afraid if she did she would never leave him.

"Woah. That was . . . pretty intense." Clint took a long sip of his drink.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Hormones."

"Is it just me or am I feeling way too many emotions? I'm literally drowning in teen angst. This is horrible, I feel like I'm in high school all over again," Tony added, sinking back into the seat of his car, the laptop balanced on his lap.

Y/N casually walked through the crowd, fixated on getting Axel's attention. An idea burned bright in her mind, a smirk growing confidently onto her red lips.

She strutted over in his direction, keeping her shoulders back and chin high. Just out of the corner of her eye she could see Steve and Wanda watching intensely.

Once when you're in the car. Twice in the house. Three times in case of an emergency. Three times in case of a code red. Once. Twice. Thrice.

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[midnightblaine]

Breaking Open - Klaine Advent 2018

Notes: I uploaded this part yesterday on AO3 but forgot to do it on here lol. I’ll be playing catching up now that I’m on break to hopefully finish it before december ends.

Day 5: Exclude

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Blaine didn’t like going shopping anymore.

He knew he had been going overboard with the cronuts and the international food, the pints of ice cream that found their way to his hands every time he binged some show on his laptop. He was acutely aware that he only exercised once a week when he had stage combat.

He had gotten fatter than he ever thought possible.

And okay, maybe it was just a handful of pounds, but they showed. His chinos didn’t fit as well as they used to, digging into his waist, stretching more than usual across his thighs. His ass was getting bigger and jigglier. He couldn’t look at himself too long in the mirror without wanting to forego food altogether.

Going shopping meant he had to look for slightly bigger clothes and that was unthinkable. Buying new clothes meant accepting defeat, accepting that he wasn’t going to ever lose the weight he had gained. He wasn’t a quitter.

He made a plan of steering clear of the bottoms section of the store, going straight to the bowties, picking a new one for good luck. He needed all the luck he could get.

*

He stood outside of Callbacks, far away from the entrance line. Alessia and he had agreed to meet fifteen minutes before the concert was bound to start. She was nowhere in sight.

Blaine felt his heartbeat picking up. He had to tear his gaze away from the end of the block, hoping Alessia would arrive at any minute. He looked down at his clothes and wondered if he had time to go back home and change, surely purple suspenders weren’t appropriate attire for a night out. His plaid shirt felt too rural, he was wearing the wrong pair of shoes. He was getting anxious.

He almost dropped his phone when it suddenly vibrated with an incoming message.

Alessia NYADA – 7:45 PM: I’m so so so sorry Blaine

Alessia NYADA – 7:45 PM: I couldn’t finish this project on time

Alessia NYADA – 7:45 PM: I HAVE to submit it before midnight I can’t make it :(

Alessia NYADA – 7:45 PM: I’m sorry

There it was, a sign from god that he wasn’t supposed to be at the concert. He was leaving.

He started walking towards his apartment when another incoming text alerted him.

Alessia NYADA – 7:46 PM: Already texted Kurt, he’s going out to get you. Have fun for me.

Blaine stopped dead on his tracks. What was she thinking?! He couldn’t go inside there alone! He didn’t know anybody! A lot of them were in his classes but they had never exchanged a word. Most important of all, he couldn’t face Kurt by himself, what would he even say?

Before he could get too worked up and find a good enough excuse to leave immediately he saw Kurt walking out of the bar, his searching eyes finding Blaine easily and shooting him a smile as he walked towards him, greeting people as he went.

Blaine was screwed.

He hadn’t planned for this, for having to speak to the boy he had a massive crush on without a friend to fall back on when he inevitably turned into the awkward, fumbling mess he was. He took a fortifying breath and greeted Kurt when he was close enough.

“Hi.”

Yes, that was fine. Kurt had this concerned look on his face for a moment, before it was quickly put behind a pleased smile.

“Blaine! It’s so good to see you!” Kurt went to hug him, only faltering for a moment before he went for it, enveloping Blaine in his arms.

Before his brain could even catch up and do anything other than try to breathe, Kurt was pulling away, steering him towards Callbacks with a hand on the small of Blaine’s back.

“Sorry about your friend, classes can get tough sometimes,” he told him. Blaine was still thinking of something smart to say. “I hope you have a good time here. I noticed some of the people waiting are classmates of yours,” Kurt tried to be reassuring.

Blaine barely talked to anybody at school and he doubted a night at a karaoke bar would change that. He tried to give Kurt a encouraging smile that felt a lot more like a grimace.

They walked through a small door on the side of the building that led directly to some sort of backstage/changing room where Dani, Elliot and a few other people were. All their eyes fell on him.

He hunched over in dread, taking a short step back to try and hide behind Kurt but he was led to stand before the others with Kurt’s hand rubbing his shoulders. His cheeks were flaming red, he was sure.

“Guys, this is Blaine,” Kurt said, grabbing his shoulder more surely. “Blaine, these are the guys: Dani, Elliot, singers; Bill, Allan, Sabrina, guitar, bass and drums, respectively.”

“Nice to meet you,” Blaine muttered, still infinitely intimidated.  

Dani was the first to approach, kissing both of his cheeks and telling him how cute he was. The guys with the instruments all waved at him good naturedly and Elliot came to him, smirking all the way at Kurt before he gave Blaine a hearty handshake.

“Blaine, glad you could make it. Kurt here was very worried you wouldn’t show up.”

Blaine had no idea how to respond to that. Luckily, Kurt was busy shooting daggers at Elliot.

“We have to head out soon, let’s get you seated.”

Blaine tried to wish everyone good luck in a small voice and hurried after Kurt to the front where it was bustling with people. All the tables next to the stage were occupied, everyone was drinking and talking, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Blaine was going to be sick.

“Here,” Kurt pulled him to a stool next to the bar, close enough to the stage to see absolutely everything. “Here you won’t get bothered, the front tables tend to get a little rowdy.”

The boy was ignoring absolutely everyone in the bar who was looking at him trying to get his attention. He had eyes only for Blaine. Blaine didn’t know how to react. He felt like he didn’t know a lot of things.

“I have to run but thank you again, Blaine, for coming. I hope you like it.”  

Before Blaine could do more than simply nod dumbly, Kurt was gone, rushing towards the back to join his friends. Blaine felt like he was in a ridiculously elaborate dream. He was known for having those regularly. He was so out of his dept it would be funny if he didn’t feel like he was going to cry.

He sat there, wondering if the bartenders carded people. He had never had a fake ID and he was too much a lightweight, but he felt like he needed a drink, a strong drink.

He was still debating whether to ask for something to drink or not when a heartening applause made him look towards the stage. One Three Hill was occupying the stage, grabbing their microphones and instruments, greeting the crowd. They all looked amazing.

Kurt started them off, thanking everyone for their presence and introducing the band, rattling off all their names and being his usual charming self. Blaine sat there fascinated.

Being on a stage, under the spotlight, with the crowd eating out of the palm of his hand. That was were Kurt was supposed to be, his true place in the world. He was enthralling. He announced their opening song and the three of them, Kurt, Dani and Elliot began to sing.

They were incredibly good. Those videos Blaine had watched obsessively didn’t do them justice in the slightest. Each of their voices was completely unique and they all had such contrasting personalities that seemed to fit perfectly. Blaine was sold, as was most of the crowd as far as he could tell.

Roaring applause followed the first song’s final notes and Blaine couldn’t help but try to clap the loudest. He was grinning from ear to ear, adrenaline rushing through him like he had been the one on the stage. He felt so proud of them.

Kurt came forward on stage and announced a solo performance from Dani who was bouncing about excitedly. She then explained it was a song she had written herself and the proceeded to blow everyone’s minds.

The drummer, Kurt and Elliot were all providing background vocals as Dani brought the house down.

“…like a skyscraper,” she held a soft note as everyone came to their feet.

Blaine had never been so glad he hadn’t missed a social event. These people were so talented and raw and gorgeous, he felt privileged to see them perform live.

“Thank you, guys,” Elliot addressed the audience, making everyone fall silent in a heartbeat. Kurt drew a delighted Dani to his arms. “And thank you, Dani, for giving us an incredibly hard act to follow. As part of our comeback setlist, we wanted to perform a song that Kurt and I used to sing during the first rehearsals of the band but never really got a chance to perform in front of an audience,” he shot a smile directly at Kurt who rolled his eyed but was grinning nonetheless. “Until now,” it felt like witnessing a private moment, an inside joke only the two of them were in on. Blaine felt a twisting hole in his chest at the sight.

Dani ran to grab a guitar as Elliot looked at the audience again. “So, let’s go.”

I believe in a thing called love was the last song Blaine would have thought Kurt would be performing that night. It suited him though, it suited them. Kurt and Elliot, who rather than sing to the crowd, were singing to each other, teasing each other, pointing at each other. They were having fun, going as far as leaving the stage to weave through the crowd without missing a beat.

Sweltering heat began creeping under Blaine’s collar, making him tug at his bowtie in discomfort. Had it been that hot in there before?

Kurt perched himself on a table directly in Blaine’s line of sight as Elliot climbed onto the frigging bar. The audience was eating everything up, cheering and whooping as they performed. In an instant, Kurt’s eyes found his in the crowd, he was beaming, open and carefree. Blaine had to look away.

Kurt continued his song with Elliot.

“I want to kiss you, every minute, every hour, every day…”

Blaine felt an acute need to get out of there.

The song finished with a standing ovation, cheers flooded the place as Kurt and Elliot came down from their high. Elliot threw his arms around Kurt excitedly, spinning him around as they laughed.

Blaine watched everyone in the audience clapping and whistling, catcalling at them. They were all eager to hear more, to see more. A current of electricity was cutting through the air. Everyone was having a great time, drinking, hanging out with friends. Blaine felt excluded from it all.

He left his stool and fought his way to the door. There were people still waiting to go inside, to witness the sheer spectacle that was One Three Hill.

On his way home, Blaine told himself that he had left because his social skills and introvert tendencies had had enough interactions with people for one day. He resolutely did not think once of Kurt and Elliot, their intense chemistry and how good they looked together.  

[prettyyoungtragedy]

You and I, Just the two of us - Chapter 13

You and I, just the two of us - (AU!) 13

James (Bucky) x reader, – Steve x reader

Summary: The reader is reeling from a life changing event; a year later can she finally move on? Or will the past come tumbling down like an avalanche…

A/N: This chapter is a little personal, anyway, enjoy it I guess. I finally got around to posting all these chapters lol They have beeeeen sitting in my drafts, I don’t really know what I am doing with this fic anymore but yeah! hope you guys like this chapter!

Word Count: 3638

Warnings: gun violence trigger...

Chapter One | Chapter Two| Chapter Three| Chapter Four| Chapter Five | Chapter Six| Chapter Seven| Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven| Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen |

You and Sam stared at the pregnancy test on the table. Both of you at a loss for words,

Finally, you broke the silence, “It’s Steve’s,” you said, “I think…”

Sam looked at you incredulously, “You think?”

You looked at him, a guilty look on your face.

“You didn’t…” He said disbelievingly, looking at you.

“We did…” you replied, facepalming yourself in regret,

“God fucking dammit, you two are idiots.” Sam exclaimed, shaking his head,

“What the fuck am I going to do, I don’t want a kid right now,” You wailed, your head slumping into your arms, defeated. This was everything you were trying to avoid. This was just a cluster fuck at this point.

Sam was quiet for a moment, “You have to tell Steve…about you and Bucky, Y/N” he said softly, “If this kid isn’t his, he deserves to know.”

You knew his was right, this was something you couldn’t keep from Steve any longer, he deserved to know what was going on. Especially if this baby wasn’t his. But you also knew Natasha was going to murder you, genuinely straight up fuck your shit up when she found out what you had done.

“This is going to be a disaster,” you mumbled, silently praying that the test was wrong, and you weren’t pregnant.

“Yes, and you also need to fix things with Bucky, if this child is his, he also needs to know Y/N,” Sam pointed out, “Time to start owning up to your mistakes,”

Sam was being the voice of reason, that’s why you had come here. He was harsh and straight to the point which is what you needed in this situation. He was also scarily always right when he gave advice.

“Okay, time to go face the music,” You said, getting up and putting the test into the brown paper bag.

“Good luck out there kid,” Sam said, giving you a quick hug, before you left his apartment.

The first thing you did was go and see Bucky, you called his apartment, and Artur informed you that he was at work. As you stood outside the massive towering building, you looked up at the skyscraper. The big bold letters of Barnes Industries, glinting in the afternoon sun.

You knew the moment you stepped through those doors, and told Bucky you were pregnant, everything was going to change. You didn’t know if you were ready to say it out loud yet, but you knew you had to get it over and done with.

It felt wrong to tell Bucky before you told your fiancé, but you had to tell him first. So not to blindside him when Steve finds out.

You walked into the airconditioned building, making your way to the reception. The receptionist knew you and waved when she saw you. you returned her greeting with a smile,

“Is Bucky here?” You asked, she nodded and waved you upstairs as she picked up the phone.

Once inside the elevator, you hit the top floor button and waited as it travelled towards it destination. Your heart thundering all the way up. When it dinged on the landing, you took a deep breath and exited the elevator, greeting his assistant as you approached his office door.

“Hey Leah,” You greeted,

“Y/N, hey!” She said getting up from her desk to give you a hug, “How are you, I haven’t seen you in a while!”

“I am good thanks,” You replied, “Is he in?”

She nodded, “Yeah, you can go in,” taking her seat again as the phone rang,

You knocked slightly on his office door, you heard him say come in, and you took one last deep breath, steadying your nerves before you entered. His office was massive and lavishly decorated, in kin to his obvious CEO status at Barnes Industries.

“Y/N,” Bucky said, surprise in his voice when he saw you. he quickly got to his feet,

“Hey,” you said softly standing nervously at the door, your nerves on edge when you saw him. seeing him again after so many weeks apart set your heart racing.

He moved toward you then stopped, like he was remembering why the two of you hadn’t seen each other in such a long time.

“How are you?” He asked, giving you a small smile,

“We have to talk Buck,” You said, not responding to his pleasantries,

“Sure,” he said, motioning to the couch in his office,

You took a seat and waited for him to take a seat opposite you, he adjusted his tie and then took a seat. Both of you silent for a moment,

“What’s going on?” He asks, concern in his voice,

“I’m still mad at you,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What for now?” Bucky replied rolling his eyes,

“Wanda?” you say,

“And again, you didn’t let me explain that situation, you just jumped to conclusions!” Bucky said exasperation evident in his voice,

“So what is the explanation Bucky?” You snapped at him, angrily brushing your hair out of your face.

“Wanda and I were never dating, we gave it a try and it didn’t work out. That was it.” He said. It was hardly an explanation, nor did it give you any insight into why he made you hide from her.

“Yeah sure, I believe that,” you replied sarcastically,

Bucky sighed, “Why are you here Y/N?” he asked,

“I’m pregnant,” You said, the moment the words left your mouth, you felt the weight of them. It was like a tidal wave, crushing you.

Bucky stared at you for a moment, a look of shock came over his face, replaced by confusion.

“And I need to know this why? You’re engaged to Steve.” He replied with a sigh,

You were slightly taken aback by his reaction, and frankly a little annoyed by it as well.

“The night we slept together,” You started, “We didn’t use protection,”

“Oh god,” you heard him mutter, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously,

“Yes, there is a very good chance its yours,” You continued,

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bucky repeated, then cursed some more, getting up he paces across the office. You waited for him to calm down, before you continued talking to him.

“I haven’t told Steve yet, but I am going to have to tell him about the night we spent together,” You said,

Bucky stopped pacing and looked at you, “He’s going to break up with you, if you do.” He replied,

“I know,”

“You can’t tell him,” Bucky said, coming over and taking a seat beside you,

“Why not?” you asked looking at him in confusion, you had assumed he would ant you to tell Steve, and for the two of you to break up,

“Because you’re happy and I don’t want to be the reason you’re unhappy Y/N, you deserve to be with Steve,” Bucky said softly,

“I can’t lie to Steve, Buck” You say, swallowing the lump in your throat, “Its eating me up inside,”

“You have to, Y/N don’t fuck it up with Steve, he is good to you. Better than I will ever be to you. I have accepted that,” he said, gently brushing your hair behind your ear,

“And if this child isn’t his? I have to lie to him?” You replied,

“Get rid of it,” was his reply.

His answer shocked you, and you stared at him. not knowing what to say. Suddenly rage ripped through you, even though you didn’t want a child, that thought hadn’t even crossed your mind once and you slapped him, hard.

“What the fuck was that for,” he exclaimed, looking at you angrily,

“You’re a fucking idiot.” You replied, then stood up and storming out of his office.

You blew passed his assistant who looked up confused as Bucky ran after you, “Y/N wait,” he called. You furiously jammed the elevator button, you were fuming.

“Y/N, just let me explain” Bucky murmured, coming up beside you placing his hand on the small of your back, his assistant glancing at the two of you with a curious look on her face.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you hissed, stepping away from his touch,

A hurt look came across his face, “Can you just give me a chance to explain please, in my office” he glanced at Leah, who quickly looked back down at her computer.

“No, I heard everything I need to,” You snapped, then stepped into the elevator. Needing to get away from him before the tears started falling.

Bucky grabbed your hand as you stepped into the elevator, but you pulled away from his grasp, and a defeated look flashed across his face before he stepped back, and the elevator doors closed.

You wandered around the streets of Manhattan for half the day before you finally headed back to Steve’s apartment. You had a work event that evening that you had to get ready for, and you were already running late.

When you walked into his apartment, his stylist was already there waiting for you. as was a makeup artist, you weren’t really a fan of someone else dressing you, but it made Steve happy when you used his whole team of people, so you just went along with it.

“There you are!” His stylist exclaimed when she saw you, “Lets go get dressed,” she dragged you off before you had a chance to even greet Steve. You needed to talk to him, but for now it would have to wait.

Two hours later you were dressed in a simple cream silk dress, with simple make up and you you’re your hair down , Steve was waiting for you in the hallway dressed in a black tuxedo. He was your date to the event, the party was the Lasker science awards, and Tony was hosting it.

“I still can’t get over how beautiful you are,” Steve said, pulling you into his arms and giving you a kiss when he saw you,

You smiled at him, but guilt tripped through you once more. He was always so kind, and loving, however were you going to tell him about Bucky.

“Steve,” you said softly, “Before we go, I have something to tell you,” as the two of you headed downstairs to the town car waiting to take you to the Rockefeller center where the event was being held.

“Sure,” he said, “Is everything okay?”,

You got into the backseat beside him, and looked at him. Your heart was racing as you built up the courage to tell him that you were pregnant.

“You look great in this tux,” you murmured, adjusting the bowtie he wore, giving him a quick smile.

“Thanks, but I know that isn’t what you had to tell me,” he replied, taking your hand in his.

“Please don’t freak out okay.” You mumbled, barely being able to breath, “But I am pregnant.”

Steve was quiet for a good minute before he said anything. “Uh wow…” he said, when you looked at his face you weren’t sure what to say. he didn’t look to thrilled by the news. He let go of your hand and had a frown on his face.

“Yeah…” You replied, for some reason you were expecting a better reaction than this from him.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you. Steve stared out of the window as you traveled to your destination. Your mind was numb, you didn’t expect him to react this coldly towards the news, he said he wanted kids.

When the driver pulled up to the venue you turned to him, “Are you not going to say anything?” You murmured touching his hand,

But Steve was silent, he glanced at you for a moment, then down at your hand touching his.

“You know what, I think it’s best if I go to this by myself tonight,” You say,

Expecting him to put up a fight, but he doesn’t. “Yeah, I think so too, enjoy.” Was his curt reply,

You were too stunned to even reply to him. you got out of the car and made your way into the center. Feeling entirely numb by this whole situation. Steve was cold, almost aloof to you. This was a whole new side of him you were seeing.

The evening went by in a blur. It was the type of event you loved going to, getting a chance to meet extraordinary people in your line of work. But tonight, you were just numb. You couldn’t focus on having a good time, as all that was on your mind was Steve and his col reaction to you telling him you were pregnant.

Natasha and Bruce were at the party, enjoying a night away from being parents. Nat kept asking you if you were okay, and you kept insisting you were fine. She was highly suspicious when she saw you not touch a single drop of alcohol that night.

“Nat for the ninetieth time, I am fine!” you sighed, as the three of you walked out of the center by the end of the evening,

“Really because you don’t seem fine Y/N.” Nat persisted.

“I am just tired and would like to get home.” You said, stifling a yawn. Your body was tired, and this day and night had been exhausting.

“Alright well, call me tomorrow?” She said, giving you a hug. Bruce hailed a cab for you and you bid them goodnight before getting in.

A couple of blocks before your apartment, you had asked the cab driver to stop and let you out. You wanted to walk for a bit, to clear your head. And your hormones were getting the better of you, you were craving chocolate ice cream. There was a 24 hour convenience store nearby, so you decided to take a quick walk to it, in search of your treats.

The bell on the door chimed as you walked in, a young man behind the counter gave you a quick smile, before you headed off to the freezer section. You stood for a good few minutes trying to decide between two almost identical chocolate ice creams. Suddenly there was a bang, and a shout, and what sounded like a scuffle. You quickly move to the front of the store it investigate and you stop dead in your tracks.

At the cash register, stood a man with a gun. Pointed directly at the cashier. In a low voice he was demanding the money in the register. The young man behind the counter look terrified as he held his hands up in surrender. His gaze flitting to you for a second, and as it did the gunman turned his gaze upon you as well.

You dropped the items in your hand, they clatter to the floor, loudly. Your heart stopped. Fear had you paralyzed as you watched him turn his gun on you. He shouted something at you, but the only thing you could hear was the blood pounding in your ears. Your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Your body frozen from terror. No words could come out and it was as if your life flashed before your eyes, as you watched him place his finger on the trigger and squeeze.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The loud bang of the gun going off startles you. You felt the wind get knocked out of you, as you toppled backwards, into the glass door of the fridge. You didn’t feel any pain, not yet anyway. Dazed, confused, and scared you try to sit up. the gun goes off again, and you look down at your body, your cream dress now crimson soaked.

You didn’t know where you were hit. The adrenaline coursing through your body was staving off the pain for now. Your vision blurred, as you saw the gunman turn and bolt out of the store. The cashier was on the phone immediately, yelling something into the receiver.

Again, you couldn’t seem to focus. Your breathing was suddenly ragged, and you struggled to take a breath, feeling like you were underwater. The young man, was suddenly beside you, applying pressure to somewhere on your body, his eyes wide with fear.

“Ma’am, you have to stay awake.” He yelled at you, “Emergency services are on their way.”

But you couldn’t stay awake. No matter how hard you fought it, you felt yourself growing weaker by the second. And within a matter of minutes, your eyes flutter closed, darkness engulfing you.

Your eyelids feel like lead as you try to open them. There’s a metallic taste in your mouth and pain, just pain everywhere. Mainly in your chest, as you tried to breathe, you reached up and felt a respiratory mask over your mouth and nose. Pulling it off thinking it was hindering your breathing, you tried to take a deep breath but a sharp pain lances through your lungs. Leaving you panting in pain.

“Hey hey, Stop.” A voice beside you, holds your arms down. You force your eyes open and see a nurse. She’s wearing pink scrubs and has a clipboard in her hand.

You try to talk but your throat is as dry as sandpaper, and you end up coughing. The nurse quickly moves to the side of the table and brings you a glass of water. Which you accept gratefully, by drowning the drink down in a matter of seconds.

“Welcome back,” she says giving you a smile. Your mind is racing as you look around you and the realization of what happened to you, hits you.

“Where am I?” Your voice hoarse,  

“Lennox hill hospital, do you remember what happened?” The nurse asked you,

You nodded, and then looked down at your chest. It was wrapped in gauze and bandages. You could feel the stitches beneath it all. The bullet had landed in your chest, so breathing as difficult for you.

“How long have I been here?” you asked, your throat dry and sore.

“It’s been a few days, but you’re okay. So that’s all that matters.” The nurse replied.

“I am going to get the doctor and your fiancé, they are just outside okay?” She said, reassuringly. Then exited the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts for a moment.

You closed your eyes for a moment, a relief washed over you. You were alive and in that moment, that was all that mattered. It could have been so much worse for you. then a sudden awareness hits you, and your hand instinctively touches your stomach. Was your baby okay?

A few minutes later, Steve came rushing into the room.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, practically bolting to the side of the bed. He grasps your hand and places kisses across your face. “Can I hug her?” Steve suddenly asks, looking at the doctor,

“Gently yes, be careful of her stitches,” The doctor replied with a smile,

Steve doesn’t wait, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. Slightly jostling your body. You winced as pain lanced through your chest as your stitches shifted with the slight movement.

“God, I thought I’d lost you.” He said, voice choked full of emotion. He lets you down gently once more and takes a seat beside you as the doctor comes up to check your vitals.

“Y/N, as I am sure you are aware. You suffered a GSW to the chest a few nights ago, we were able to remove the bullet, and repair the damage that was done. You did however go into cardiac arrest due to the trauma that your body went through, and we had to resuscitate you.” The doctor paused as he let the information sink in.

You were staring blankly at him, he was saying words, but you were barely understanding any of it. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest, making it ache slightly. All you wanted to know was if you were still pregnant.

“We did so, but unfortunately we cannot tell if your pregnancy is still viable or will survive to full term after doing so.” He continued,

As soon as the words left his mouth, you didn’t hear anything else. You felt like you couldn’t breathe again, you just stared blankly at the doctor. Until Steve touched your face, “Baby, are you okay?” he murmured beside you,

“I..I just need a minute.”  You replied, squeezing your eyes shut to keep the tears back. It wasn’t that it was a planned pregnancy, but it didn’t hurt any less. You had a fleeting moment of knowing you were with child before in a blink of an eye, it is taken away from you.

The doctor and Steve left the room to talk outside, leaving you alone for a moment. You suddenly couldn’t contain yourself, you began to sob, softly to yourself. The pain in your chest unbearable. Everything hurt and somehow you felt like this was karma for what you had done, in a bitter way you deserved this. After everything you had done, you were willing to hurt Steve for this child, to tell him about what had happened between you and Bucky for this child, you knew how many people would get hurt if you admitted what you had done yet you were going to do it. And in some strange way, this was karma for that, for your selfishness and now the thing that you were willing to hurt so many people for was taken away. This made you sob harder.

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[remeny-writes]

Roses are red, Violets are Adored (Viadore/Katlaska/group fic)

As promised! Sorry I've been so neglectful of the story lately but now that my hallowe'en and Christmas fics are out of my system, I can get back to hopefully finish up Roses soon. I am working on an optional epilogue as well and sometimes even though I haven't finished writing the story, I know what's gonna happen so I write the epilogue for a bit.

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Happy Christmas/Chanukkah/Yule/Kwanza/Holiday Monday to you and yours! Stay safe and remember, if you don't have supportive family, we get to make our own. You are valid. Your pronouns are important. Your sexuality is not up for debate. You are loved.

Love n Glitter,

Remény

Phi Phi’s POV

I love the post-show euphoria, fresh off a meet and greet with the best Phans anywhere. The feeling of contentment that you are living your dream. The adrenaline rush was unlike anything else, I hummed to myself as I quickly changed into some more comfortable clothes. I noticed my phone lit up as I pulled my makeup wipes out of my bag. I frowned as I read Pearl’s angry and mis-spelt text.

Pearl - U told Katya? Do yuo WANT me t kill you? She’s gona tell Alaska who can’t keep anythng from her bestie Sharon! And after I’m done killing you, FAME IS GOIN TO KLIL YOU!

I angrily typed in:

Me- Pearl! I didn’t tell ANYONE! I promised I wouldn’t!! I PROMISED! I wouldn’t do that to her! I have no idea what you are talking about!

Pearl - BULLSHIT! Katya texted me that she knew what happened and that Fame didn’t fall!

I jabbed in a response as I stood up and stalked around the room, looking for the skinny Russian queen and her even skinnier Alien boyfriend, getting more livid by the moment.

Me- Did Katya SAY I told her?! Because she hasn’t even SPOKEN 2 words to me tonight!!

And then the three dancing dots appeared, knowing Pearl was formulating a much larger response to ream my ass out for something I didn’t do, I stalked out the side door to see if Katya was out smoking.

Sure enough, Katya was there with her head back mid-laugh while Alaska gazed at her annoyingly adoringly. They stopped when they saw me steaming from the ears in the doorway.

“Oh heeeyy Pheephs!” Alaska greeted me in an unnaturally high voice as she feigned innocence. “How ya doing?”

“Well...you see...I just got my ass handed to me by Pearl for something I didn’t do.” I spat out, punctuating my words by jabbing the cell phone clenched in my hand in their direction.

“Listen, Jeremi…” Katya started, putting her hands out.

“Oh DON’T ‘listen Jeremi’ me! I promised I wouldn’t say anything and now Pearl is PISSED at me! Even if I didn’t say anything, you KNOW how Pearl is. She’s gonna fucking close up again and it’s going to be YOUR FUCKING FAULT!!”

“JER STOP!!” I heard Alaska plead and felt a hand on my shoulder. Alaska’s hand. My hand was clenched around a fistful of a scared looking Katya’s Tshirt. How did I get to this? I let it go and stumbled backwards, landing on my ass and putting my face in my hands and bursting into loud, messy tears. My phone clattering to the ground. I stiffened momentarily when Alaska wrapped her arm around me, sitting beside me. I felt Katya sit on the other side of me, placing my phone on my leg.

“I...I’m sorry Kat.”

“Hey, hey, it’s ok! You’re ok. We are all going to be ok! Fame too.” Katya murmured, “I’m going to text Pearl now, I’ll get this all straightened out, I promise.” Katya frantically started tapping away with her thumbs.

I nodded mutely. I can’t believe I lost my temper like that. All this stuff with Fame and Pearl was digging up the rage that bubbled barely under the surface some days. Usually, aside from bitchy comments, I was able to keep my shit in check but I was so damn tired, which totally didn't help with my shoddy impulse control. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth, keeping my eyes closed but letting my hands fall into my lap.

“Phi Phi come here.” Alaska said, trying to pull me towards her chest. “I said come here you. You’re shaking!” Alaska fretted, pulling her sweater off and draping it over my shoulders, she wiggled closer to me and pulled my stiff body in. I finally relented, putting my head on her shoulder and leaning into her. I started crying again, I wasn't even sure what I was crying about. Kat was going to sort it out. Pearl has to forgive me. I didn’t DO anything!

Katya reached over and linked her arm with mine. Her phone dinged and it made me jump. Then my phone dinged making all three of us huddled together jump.

Pearl - It seems I’ve been fucking misinformed. Sorry Pheefs! I really am. Can you please swear the Russian and the Alien to secrecy? Tell them to keep it quiet if they don’t wish to die a slow and painful death from evisceration with a rusty spoon wielded by one pissed off drag queen.

I burst out with a little giggle and typed in

Me - Gee thanks so much for that mental image lol I’ll tell them. How’s Fame? Are you ok?

Pearl - You’re welcome! Police came, were absolutely no help, I’ll explain it all later. Fame’s conked out, they gave her some pain meds and had to give her anti-anxiety meds because the police got her all riled up. I’m tired but fine. Just remembering shit I don’t really want to.

Me - I will get a ride over there after I ditch the Russian and Alien and then you can go back to the hotel and have a rest. Did they say if she’d be released or admitted tonight yet?

Pearl - They haven’t said anything!! It’s driving me fucking bonkers! You don’t have to come over, you worked tonight, I just sat here. I’ll be fine although I may sneak out to have a smoke but with my luck, if I did, that would be when the Dr would fucking come in so I better stay here. It can’t be that bad because the MRI was done HOURS ago, if it was bad, they’d be in here.

Me - too bad, I’ll be there in 15, you’re stuck with me. Muah hah hah ha! Maybe the Dr will come in while I’m on my way?!

Pearl - LOL you are something Pheefs, ever the optimist! If you insist on coming (and you REALLY don’t have to) can you bring me a phone charger if you have one in your drag bag please? And I’m sorry again, I feel like they tricked me. I will take care of Katya, just tell them NOT to tell anyone, be VERY clear you mean ANYONE and specifically say that includes Sharon!

Me - I will. I’ll see you soon. It’s ok, I would be mad too, I understand. I’m just glad your wrath will be directed at them not me anymore! Lol!

I put my phone face down on my knee and looked from one queen to the other. “Ok, I have been told to tell you,” I said calmly and slowly, “that if you tell ANYONE what you know, that Pearl will disembowel you with a rusty spoon.” They both made squidgy faces as I turned to point my finger into Alaska’s chest, “and she said to specifically say that ANYONE includes Sharon fucking Needles! But tell abso-fucking-lutely no one if you wish to keep Pearl from going all homicidal homo on your asses.”

Katya let out a wheezy bark of laughter. “Sorry! Ha homicidal homo...that’s a good one Pheefs!” Alaska started laughing too and I joined in.

After a few minutes of us cackling, Alaska gave me a little squeeze and let go. “Are you coming back with us? I’m going to order an uber or something.”

“No, I’ll get one on my own, I’m gonna go relieve Pearl for a little bit so she can have a cigarette, maybe convince her to go back to the hotel. She sounds like she’s climbing the walls over there.”

“We could come with you and keep you guys company? How’s Fame doing?” Katya offered.

I shook my head, shrugging off Alaska’s sweater and trying to give it to her, she wouldn’t let me though and draped it over my shoulders again. “No, I’ll go by myself, I’m sure they are just in a little tiny room. Pearl said Fame was sleeping anyway so I don’t think we should wake her, especially if she has the good drugs in her system and isn’t in as much pain.” I said with a little chuckle.

“At least I’m glad she’s resting now.” Katya said, chewing on her bottom lip. "I'm so sorry that Pearl got mad at you, I should have used my brain."

"It's ok, it's just...Pearl has grown so much, I'd hate to see her close in on herself again. She's gonna need to be able to talk with people, especially if something...uh...happens with Violet." A pang of pain went through my heart, I know that Vi's tests came back that they were beating this beast but I couldn't help worrying. Cancer is so damn unpredictable.

"Hey, hey, Vi's gonna be ok." Katya reassured me, rubbing my back. I just nodded.

Alaska ordered us both ubers, I grabbed my wallet and charger from my drag bag and sent the rest back with them. There was no reason to lug 15 pounds of makeup and pads to the hospital and back.

The hospital was pretty big but the uber driver dropped me off at the emergency entrance, I hesitated outside the nurses window. What was Fame's last name again? I couldn't very well walk up and say I was here to see a patient named Kurtis. I was just about to text Pearl when I remembered.

I pulled the curtain back slowly, peeking in but not stepping in yet. Pearl was dozing in the armchair. I sucked in a small gasp of air at the sight of Fame. Something about seeing her in a hospital bed, in a gown with an IV, her head lolled to the side. A giant oxygen mask obscured half of her face, large purple circles under her eyes. She was pale which made the purple and blue bruises on her face stand out in stark contrast. It somehow made what happened to her more real and I felt a surge of anger at the assholes that did that to her.

I paused in the doorway, I didn't want to make any noise. Pearl grimaced and ground her teeth in her sleep, I winced at the grating noise. At least she was getting a few minutes of sleep in. I could hear a gurney rolling down the hall and took a few tiny steps into the room. Pearl's head snapped up, eyes wide as she took in her surroundings until she saw me, she quickly pasted on a smile but it didn't reach her haunted looking eyes.

I quickly walked over as she stood up, I pulled her into a hug and couldn't help but notice the tremble running through her body and into mine. "Hey there you." I said softly.

"Hey," she whispered and cleared her throat.

"Y'ok?" It was a stupid question and I immediately kicked myself for it, "sorry dumb question."

She sank back down in the chair, lacing her fingers together and staring down at them like they were the most interesting thing in the world. I crouched down, she momentarily flinched when I put my hand on her knee but quickly recovered. "I'm not ok Pheefs, I'm far from ok. I'm so tired." She whispered brokenly, bowing her head down. I knew she didn't mean that she was physically tired, although I'm sure she was, I knew in my gut that she meant that bone crushing emotional weariness that comes from the energy it takes to keep going, to keep the walls up to protect your heart at all costs, even from yourself at times.

"I know you are babe, I'm so proud you can admit that you aren't ok, that you feel safe enough and trust me enough to admit that means the world to me." My voice cracked with emotion.

She looked up at me, tears were in her eyes but they didn't fall as she said seriously, "I will always trust you Jer. You are one of my very best friends and I don't know what I would have done without you these past few weeks with everything that has happened."

"What happened with the police?" If I thought I was mad before, it was nothing to the rage I felt after she told me, my hands balled into fists. I couldn't blame Fame for not wanting to bother reliving it but it made me furious that the fuckheads who did this to her wouldn't pay! I didn't get much of a chance to respond since Fame stirred and let out a little whimper.

Pearl hopped up and dashed around me and pulled Fame's hand into hers. "It's ok Kurtis, I'm here. You're safe. I got you Kurt. No leave that on please." Pearl replaced the mask back on Fame's face and captured both of Fame's hands in hers to prevent her from doing it again. It took Fame a few moments to wake up enough to stop struggling to pull her hands from Pearl's as Pearl continued to reassure her that she was safe. Fame seemed to calm, closing her eyes again.

"I'm going to go see if I can get an update." I couldn't just sit there doing nothing. I went out to the nurses desk, drumming my fingers on the countertop as I waited for someone to come by.

"Can I help you?" The nurse looked up from her stack of papers and then did a double take, she smiled, "hey, aren't you Phi Phi O'Hara?"

"Guilty as charged." I joked with a little grin back.

"Are you ok? I just got here and I'm playing catch up," she waved a hand at the stack of clipboards and paper-laden file folders, she frowned, "are you sick? What can I do?"

"I'm fine, Fame is here and she's not so fine. Pearl and I were wondering when we would get to talk to the Dr and if we could take her back to the hotel tonight."

"Oh Fame and Pearl are here too? I'm sorry Fame isn't well, I know the doctor just got here too, let me go check with her. I'll be right back." She rifled through the files for a minute til she found one that had Kurtis Dam-Mikelson on the front and took off to the back. She was gone for maybe 5 minutes, she came out with a troubled look on her face and I knew she had read what happened to Fame, I hoped she wouldn't tell anyone. "So Dr Fisher will be in in about 5 minutes, it's a safe bet you'll be able to take her home with you...well back to the hotel."

I smiled, "when you travel as much as we do, our home is each other instead of a place."

"Aww that's lovely. Ok well tell Fame I hope she feels better. I'm so sorry about what happened to her! Now, you might want to prepare her that a counsellor will probably want to talk to her before she goes, it's policy in cases of violent crimes. Oh I feel so bad!" She had tears in her eyes, "sorry, I'm not usually all emotional like this, I just feel like you guys are like...like friends...like I know you."

I echoed my statement from earlier that I had said to Pearly, "hey, it's ok to not be ok!" I gave her a lame little pat on the back and walked away. It wasn't that her words or display of emotion bothered me, I just wanted to get back to Fame and Pearly. I didn't know if they had eaten since the pizza this afternoon, I mean Fame was asleep but Pearl hadn't had more than half a piece of pizza all day that I had noticed. I doubted that she had left Fame's side to seek out food or water.

Well I thought Fame was asleep until I heard her raised voice, I wondered if the police had made their way back into the room. I pulled the curtain aside and ducked, narrowly avoiding my head coliding with the mug Fame had just thrown at a startled looking young woman with a hospital ID that said Deena Dale and then Psychologist Resident in smaller letters. She ducked and the mug shattered against the wall behind us.

[onewfantaesy]

lol what if it is all an elaborate reality to show or something with shinee as the stars but they aren't in on it and basically everyone's actors and shinee actually think it is doomsday

Like their manager sends them to an island to film something and the island is massive and rigged with cameras and after a few normal days everything goes to hell and they think the world has ended lol 

so the ending is kind of shit and it’s not as detailed as i would have liked, but here’s doomsday au!! i might add more little side-stories about what else happened on the island, but here’s the main story!

“Vacation, vacation,” Taemin sings to himself as he and the other members roll their suitcases into the hotel.

“I can’t believe we actually get an entire week here,” Jonghyun says, a grin on his face as he shuffles to walk next to Taemin. “It’s like a dream come true.”

“Okay, children,” Kibum says sarcastically as he moves to walk in front of them. “Let’s go check in, shall we?”

He walks past them, an annoyed huff leaving his mouth as Taemin and Jonghyun makes faces behind him. Jinki nudges Taemin in the side when he catches sight of the faces the other two are making, and Minho is practically skipping as he hurries to catch up with Kibum.

They all take in the scenery of the resort their manager sent them to. There’s a pool outside, just to the left of where the front desk is. It looks like there’s a restaurant off to the right, and Jinki’s shoulders start bouncing up and down at the thought of ordering room service.

When they get to the front desk, Kibum does most of the talking, and the hostess hands them all room keys.

“We have minimal staff so you can have as much privacy as possible,” the hostess says as they check in. “Please enjoy your stay.”

“Kickass,” Taemin hisses quietly as he and Minho hurry down the hallway to their rooms. Kibum rolls his eyes at them, and Jinki and Jonghyun pretend that they’re not just as excited as the two who are practically running around like a couple of kids.

The first two days are fine. They get breakfast delivered to their rooms, they have lunch brought to them by the pool, and then they have dinner on the beach. Everything is fine; they get plenty of drinks, Taemin’s a little more tipsy than usual because there doesn’t seem to be many other guests around, and on their second night there, he goes to bed a little earlier than the others so he can drink off all the alcohol he drank.

That’s why he’s alone when the moving room shakes him awake.

Taemin swears there’s a mega earthquake happening, and he gets out of bed and looks around, keeping his hands rooted in his bed so as not to fall down while the ground shakes underneath him. He lets out a weird-sounding, shaky groan when there’s one particularly massive shake, and he reaches to grab his phone and yank it off the charger. He tries texting one of the others, but it says he has no service, and he lets out a very undignified shriek when he topples over on top of his bed as the shaking stops with one final, aggressive quake.

Once it’s finally over, he sits up in his bed, shakes his head a bit, and lets out a shallow breath. That was not fun.

“Taemin?” Minho’s voice sounds out from behind the door, followed by a series of loud knocks. “Taemin, are okay?”

“I’m fine!” Taemin shouts back, and he gets out of bed to pull on a pair of pants and hurry to open the door. “The fuck was that?”

“Earthquake?” Minho responds, but he grabs Taemin and pulls him a couple doors down over to Jinki’s room where the others are all gathered.

“Excuse me?” Taemin asks once he’s pulled inside. “Was there some meeting I didn’t get the memo for?”

When he sees the toppled-over wine bottles, he narrows his eyes at the other boys in the room. These assholes drank without him. Some group-members they were. Dicks.

“You went to bed early,” Kibum says with a shrug. “Not our fault.”

Taemin huffs at him, but he sits down in the chair next to Jinki when the oldest member pats the seat and nods his head towards it. Jinki pours him a drink, and Taemin takes it gratefully. The five of them talk for a little bit, mainly about how crazy that earthquake was. There doesn’t seem to be too much damage, though, and it’s too dark to go outside and really look. Jonghyun says they can go check in the morning, and they spend the rest of the night in Jinki’s room drinking, talking, and laughing until they fall asleep.

When Minho wakes up with a hangover, he groans and gropes around the nightstand for the phone, hoping to call for some room service. When he finally gets the phone and holds it up to his ear, he’s met with no sound at all. He lets out a little groan, realizing something must be wrong with the phone lines because of the earthquake last night, and he slams it back down.

“Someone get up,” Minho croaks out. “Come get breakfast with me.”

“Shut up and go back to bed,” Jonghyun mumbles, throwing a pillow in Minho’s general direction.

Minho manages to drag Kibum out of bed to come get food with him, but as the two walk throughout the resort, they realize there’s a severe lack of other people. They don’t see anyone out cleaning, there’s no one by the pool, no one at the front desk. When they go over to where they thought there was a restaurant, there met with only a small kitchen, a couple refrigerators, and a pantry. This is not good.

This is very not good.

The two of them walk around for a little while longer, looking for any sign of anyone else, when a gust of wind blows open the front doors of the resort, along with the door that leads to the pool. The two of them startle at it, moving closer to each other for a moment until the wind dies down. They both look at each other for a moment, and Minho nods before the two of them hurry back to Jinki’s room.

When they’re walking down the hall where their rooms are, they can see through the windows that the wind is blowing fast outside. There’s a chill up Kibum’s spine, and when he opens the door to Jinki’s room, Minho announces that there’s no one here.

“What do you mean there’s no one here?” Jinki asks, sitting up in bed and pushing Taemin onto the floor.

Taemin, meanwhile, startles awake, pushing himself up from the floor and staring at the two standing in the door through barely-open eyes.

“Food?” Taemin asks, his voice barely working as he wakes up.

“No,” Kibum says in annoyed voice, slamming the door closed, “Taemin, there’s no one here!”

“I thought that was the point of this place,” Taemin says, scratching his head as he moves to sit down. “Privacy and all that.”

“Yeah,” Kibum says, sitting down in a chair, “except there is literally no one else here. At all. Just us.”

“Oh,” Taemin says, nodding his head sleepily, “that’s not good.”

Jonghyun is about three seconds from panicking when Taemin just smacks his lips and leans back against the wall, running his hands over his face and saying, “That’s okay, we’re getting picked up in a couple days anyway.”

“Oh just go back to sleep,” Kibum hisses at him.

Taemin smiles, his eyes still closed, and he mumbles an “Okay,” as he falls against the floor, pulling a blanket over his head.

The others don’t believe that there really isn’t anyone else on the entire island. By the afternoon, the five of them are all up and about, trying to find someone. They managed to make their own breakfast in the little kitchen, but it consisted mainly of cereal and other foods that didn’t need to be cooked because none of the burners on the stove would work.

They try not to think about it too much at first, just going about their day as they would if they were on vacation. Minho and Taemin run about on the sand, kicking a ball between them and laughing. Jinki lounges on a chair near them, napping on and off as he listens to them laughing and shouting at each other. Jonghyun and Kibum are closer by the water, but they’re not too far away from the other three. Minho says that maybe they went to go get someone to fix all the electrical stuff that isn’t working, and the others agree. The earthquake must have just broken some things, and the staff needed to get people to fix it. That’s it.

Jonghyun and Jinki go off some time in the afternoon to go get food and to see if anyone is back at the front desk. They come back with food, and with no sightings of anyone else. Taemin says they all worry too much through a mouthful of food, and he just laughs at them when they tell him he’s gross and goes running towards the water.

“We may as well enjoy this vacation!” Taemin shouts as he splashes around. “You’re all way too up tight! We only have a few days here, may as well make it fun!”

The others grumble about for a few minutes, listening to Taemin laugh as he splashes and dives around in the waves. Minho agrees with him, and he pulls off his shirt to go join the youngest in the water. Jonghyun joins them after watching them splash water at each other, but Jinki and Kibum remain on the beach. Kibum keeps trying to find service on his phone, but he has no luck, and Jinki tries to figure out what they’re going to do if they can’t get off the island.

“You know,” Taemin says hours later, when the sun is setting, “if we wanted, we go totally Disney right now and start singing about life on an island.”

“Go away,” Kibum groans, shoving Taemin’s face away from him. Taemin only laughs, little cackles leaving his throat as he rolls over on the sand.

The next morning, the phones still won’t work, and there’s still no one else in sight. All five of them are visibly more worried, and even Taemin looks a little nervous as they all gather around one of the fire pits on the beach.

“There’s no running water,” Kibum says, “how am I supposed to take a shower?”

“Or a shit?” Jonghyun says. Taemin snorts, but Kibum slaps Jonghyun’s arm and tells him not to be so gross. Jonghyun narrows his eyes and asks, “What? It’s a serious concern!”

“You know there’s an ocean right there,” Taemin says, pointing behind them to where the waves are crashing against the beach.

They end up digging a hole somewhere over in the foresty-looking part of the island. Jinki says they can go to the bathroom there, because, “I saw it on TV once,” and that way they won’t get sick from anyone’s shit germs.

“I’ll go christen our new shit-hole,” Jonghyun announces once it’s made, taking a roll of toilet paper with him from one of the bathrooms, and Taemin and Minho hide their laughs when Kibum looks at them with an annoyed expression.

“Jinki,” Taemin starts, “you lived in the jungle for that show or whatever, so you know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“I mean I guess,” Jinki says with a shrug. “Let’s just try and figure out what’s going on.”

“You don’t think this island is cursed, do you?” Minho asks.

Taemin snorts, “If anything, it’s probably just some stupid TV show that no one told us we were on.”

“No way our managers would let us go on something like this without telling us,” Kibum says. “Isn’t that, like, against the law?”

Taemin shrugs, and Minho and Jinki admit that they don’t know if that’s legal or not. When Jonghyun comes back, he says that it’s probably not legal, but that wouldn’t stop their managers from doing something like that.

When they get rained off the beach and forced inside the resort, they doubt if their managers would actually do something like that to them. They especially doubt it when the electricity actually goes out, and they have to huddle under blankets to stay warm while the wind blows outside and rain falls hard against the roof of the resort.

“If they did this to us,” Taemin says to no one in particular, “I quit.”

“Same,” the others all mumble, because while they’ve done some pretty shitty shows in the past, they’ve never been completely abandoned in the middle of nowhere, left to their own devices for God knows how long.

The next morning, they’re starting to doubt if anyone’s ever going to come back. The food they have from the kitchen is running low, along with the water bottles that they found behind the front counter and in the kitchen. That afternoon, Minho starts talking about how they need to go into survival mode, rationing their food and water and everything. Taemin goes off on his own after a while, mumbling quietly to himself. Meanwhile, Jonghyun starts pacing back and forth when it finally hits him that they’ve been left on this island with seemingly no way to get home.

That’s when Kibum snaps, telling them that they all need to stop acting like a bunch of idiots.

“Ki - Kibum, just calm down a for a minute,” Jinki begs, holding his hands up as Kibum runs around. Kibum stops, turns around, and stares at Jinki with the most annoyed face anyone’s ever seen.

“I am calm!” Kibum screams at Jinki. “But in case you hadn’t noticed, we’re stuck on an island with barely any food, no way to get fresh water, and no way to get home! We’ve got Jonghyun running around like a chicken without a head, Minho’s going all caveman on us, and Taemin’s in the corner trying to pray the problem away! How the fuck am I supposed to stay calm?”

“We need to build a shelter,” Minho calls out from where he is across the beach.

“You fucking moron!” Kibum screeches. “We have a goddamn resort to live in! We don’t need to build a shelter of our own!”

“Can you not use the Lord’s name in vain,” Taemin mumbles, walking towards them from his previous place under a palm tree. “And I found some coconuts and stuff. I just can’t open them.”

“This is some Cast Away level bullshit,” Jonghyun mumbles in a terrified sounding voice. “Gonna be living off of coconuts and sand for the rest of our lives.”

“Look, look,” Jinki says, trying to gather them all together, “we all just need to work together, okay? We can go to bed tonight, and tomorrow we’ll get everything figured out. There’s still food at the resort, and water-”

“Just because you were our leader in SHINee doesn’t mean you our leader when the world is ending,” Kibum says. He sniffles miserably, grabs his jacket from where it was hanging off the side of a chair, and goes stomping off to the room he had been staying in.

“Kibum?” Taemin calls, and he goes running off after him after Jinki nods his head at him. “Kibum, wait!”

Taemin follows him all the way to the room, and he manages to squeeze in despite the fact that Kibum tries closing the door in his face.

“What do you want?” Kibum groans out, flopping on his bed.

“It’s just,” Taemin lets out a shaky breath, and he plops down on the bed next to Kibum, “you don’t really think the world is ending, do you? We’re just gonna be stuck here for a couple days, and then the plane will come pick us up like it was supposed to and bring us back home, right?”

“Taemin,” Kibum says slowly, sitting up and putting his hands on Taemin’s shoulders, “there was a massive earthquake and some weird wind shit. Then, the people we were supposed to be on the island with fucking vanished, and none of the TVs work or the internet. Either this is some massive conspiracy theory bullshit, or the time has come that we’re living through some doomsday crap, and I don’t know about, but I don’t really feel like dying right now.”

Taemin’s breath hitches for a moment, and Kibum turns away for a couple minutes to fluff his pillows and scoot higher up on his bed. When he turns back to the other, he sees Taemin’s shoulders just barely shaking. Kibum’s eyes go wide, and he scoots back closer to Taemin.

“Oh my God, Taemin?” Kibum asks as he leans over to look at Taemin’s face. “Hey, hey, I know this is kinda scary, but we can’t freak out, okay?”

“What if it’s not just here, though?” Taemin squeaks out. “What if it’s bad at home, too? Shit, Kibum, what about my parents? Or my brother? Or my dogs? What if they’re not okay?”

“Taemin,” Kibum says, and he pulls Taemin close to him in a hug. “Taemin, don’t cry. You’re not the one who cries, you can’t start now.”

“That’s different,” Taemin says miserably. “That’s when we win stuff; when we’re happy. Kibum, if my family is dead-”

He can’t even finish his sentence, and he lets out a sob as he buries his face in Kibum’s shoulder. Kibum only squeezes him tighter, rubs his back, and whispers in his ear.

“You can’t think like that,” Kibum says softly. “It’s like you said. Maybe a plane will come in a couple days and pick us up.”

“You just said that was bullshit,” Taemin huffs.

Kibum is about to argue back at him, saying he was just the one who said to be optimistic, but there’s a knock on the door, and Jonghyun comes in with a worried look on his face.

“We got a TV to work. You should come see this,” Jonghyun says quietly, and Kibum pulls Taemin off the bed so the three of them can go to where the other two are watching the television.

“Ocean currents?” Minho asks as the three of them get to where the TV is. “You’re telling me all this bullshit is caused by some screwed up ocean currents?”

“What bullshit?” Taemin asks, kneeling in front of the television.

“Earthquakes, hurricanes,” Jinki mumbles. “Happened all over this half of the world, apparently.”

“This is the only channel it will get?” Kibum asks, and he goes over to the television to punch the side of it. “This is crazy! I don’t fucking believe it!”

“It’s on KBS,” Jinki says quietly. “How can you not believe it?”

Taemin is still kneeling in front of the television, his eyes wide as he watches the single newsreel play over and over again. The others start fighting in the background, someone saying that they need to find food, another saying they need water, and the other two both trying to stop the other two from fighting, only to end up right in the middle of the fight themselves. His eyes glaze over after a couple minutes, but his breathing quickens and his hands start shaking as he brings them together.

“Oh great, he’s praying again!” someone shouts.

“What’s your problem with him praying, huh? At least he’s trying to do something!” another one argues.

“Praying isn’t going to get us off this damn island!”

“You don’t know that!”

“Just let him do it, it’s comforting for him!”

“Shut up!” Taemin screams, turning around and staring at the four of them. “Holy crap, we’re all gonna die on this stupid island if you all keep fighting!”

He stands up, stumbling a bit at first, but he ends up stomping off in a different direction as the sun starts setting. The others start shouting for him to come back, but he hurries all the way back to his room and shuts the door, leaning his back against it as he breathes heavily. He brings a hand up to his chest, and he stumbles over to his bed and kneels on the floor, leaning against the edge of his bed. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through his contacts until he finds his mom’s number, and he tries desperately to call it again.

“Mom, mom,” he mumbles, tears welling up in his eyes as the call keeps not going through. “Please, please just let me call her, please.”

He tries in vain to call his family, but his phone can’t dial any of the numbers because there’s no signal.

“It’s not going to work,” Jinki’s voice says quietly as comes in through the door. He crosses the room quickly, falling next to Taemin and pulling him into a hug. “There’s no signal, Taemin, it’s not worth getting upset about.”

When Taemin can’t find any words to say back, he just hides his face in Jinki’s shoulder as the older man hugs him tightly.

“We’re gonna be fine,” Jinki whispers to him. “It’s gonna be fine.”

The five of them spend that night in Taemin’s room, reassuring each other that everything’s going to be fine, and that they just need to all get their shit together so they can actually get through the next however-many-days on this island until they can get off.

The next day, everyone is on edge as they try to figure out what they have and what they need to actually survive.

“I hope you all know that if we ever get off this Gilligan’s Island bullshit,” Jonghyun says slowly, “I’m gonna go home, I’m gonna hug my dog, and I’m not doing any of this idol shit for a year. Like a full year, okay? I’m sick of this crap.”

“What does being stuck on an island during the apocalypse have to do with being an idol?” Minho asks him, slamming a rock into a coconut to try and open it.

“Why are we here?” Jonghyun shouts back at him. “Because we’re on vacation from being idols! Being an idol is what causes every horrible thing in the world!”

“You’re just grumpy because you’re tired,” Taemin snorts. “Why don’t you go take a nap or something?”

“Taemin, I’ve been your number one fan for years, can you just have my back on this please?” Jonghyun screeches, tugging at his hair as he stumbles around in the sand.

“What makes you think idols are even gonna be a thing if we get home?” Taemin screeches back at him. “The world’s ending, dumbass! Half the world’s probably dead and you’re crying over being an idol? Just go take a nap!”

Jonghyun lets out a long, squeaky sounding groan, and he goes stomping off to where their bedrooms are. Kibum comes back a few minutes later with an annoyed look on his face, mumbling about short people having short tempers and loud voices.

The next day, Minho starts complaining about how he wants to eat meat, and there’s fish right in the ocean that they could go catch. Kibum doesn’t think it’s safe, but Taemin agrees that they should go have a try at fishing. Taemin and Minho start sharpening the ends of sticks, and they go change so they can wade around in the ocean in their swim trunks.

They spend hours out there, until the skin on the bottom of their feet is wrinkly, but they don’t catch a single thing. Taemin, however, does manage to scrape his foot on a rock, and that sends Kibum over the edge.

“He got hurt!” Kibum screams. “You had to go catch fish and be some caveman, and it got him hurt!”

“It’s just a scrape, he’ll be fine!” Minho screams back, and the two of them press up against each other as they fight.

“This is how it starts! It’s just a scrape now, and in a couple days, his foot falls off!” Kibum shouts in Minho’s face, and after a couple minutes, the two of are wrestling each other down to the ground.

“Stop! Stop it!” Taemin shouts at them both, he and Jinki trying to pull them apart as Jonghyun comes running over to them.

“What the hell is going on?” Jonghyun asks. “Did you catch any fish?”

“No, they didn’t, because Minho is a reckless asshole!” Kibum screams as Jonghyun holds him back.

“What happened?” Jonghyun asks, looking over at Taemin and taking in his soaked appearance, a faint red patch on his right foot.

“I scratched my foot, that’s all,” Taemin says, “it’s not a big deal, it’s fine.”

“You know what, fine,” Kibum says, pulling out of Jonghyun’s grasp. “You can go and get hurt and be dumb, reckless idiots, and you’re gonna get yourselves killed! Have fun dying!”

“You got hurt?” Jonghyun asks, going over to Taemin as Kibum stalks away. He looks over at Minho and asks, “Why’d you let him get hurt?”

“I didn’t let him get hurt,” Minho says through clenched teeth, “it just happened.”

Then Jonghyun starts arguing with Minho, telling him how irresponsible he is for letting this happen. Taemin joins in after that, telling Jonghyun that he’s not some child that needs protection from everything. It takes Jinki a good seven minutes to break up the fight, but in the end, Jonghyun goes to join Kibum back at the resort.

The three of them stay out on the beach for a while, sitting in the sand as they wait for Jonghyun and Kibum to crack first and come out and apologize for being rash.

No one apologizes to anyone, and Jonghyun and Kibum stay in the resort.

“It’s cold,” Taemin mumbles, standing up to go back inside.

“Go put on some clothes,” Jinki says to the two of them. “We’ll start a fire or something tonight.”

“Wow, fascinating,” Minho says with a sigh. “We gonna have roasted coconut for dinner? Or maybe a burnt banana?”

“Don’t be a smartass,” Jinki warns him.

There’s a visible divide between the group that night. Jonghyun and Kibum stay huddled by the fire, whispering to each other while Jinki pokes the fire every so often. Taemin sits in-between Jinki and Minho, the look on his face making it seem like he’s contemplating the meaning of life as they eat some of the food that’s been left at the resort.

“We should build a boat,” Taemin says after a while. Minho quickly agrees with him, Jinki looks thoughtful, but Jonghyun and Kibum are fast to disagree.

“And just where would we go on this boat, Taemin?” Kibum asks. “Are we gonna sail away back home? We don’t even know which direction home is.”

“I’m just saying,” Taemin says through clenched teeth, “that it might be a good idea. I saw Moana, dammit, we can’t just stay on this island forever!”

Kibum huffs, sits back in his chair, and crosses his arms.

“I’d like to see you even try to build a boat. You can barely keep your cell phone in-tact, how are you gonna build a boat without fucking it up?” Kibum challenges.

“That’s really fucking rude of you,” Taemin snaps. He gets up, kicking sand over half the fire and going back inside to sulk in his room.

The next day has Taemin sitting on the beach, tying slabs of wood together with ropes he and Minho made out palm leaves. He slumps over the pieces of wood, letting out a huff of a breath to blow his hair out of his eyes. He gets up after tying a few more pieces together, and he drags his makeshift raft over to the water, jumping around and shouting when it actually floats.

“Guys! It floats!” he shouts back towards the resort. “It floats!”

Taemin keeps laughing, and he pulls his raft back to the beach so he can try and make some sort of sail for it. He’s in the midst of trying to figure out how to make a sail when something in the distance catches his eye, and he turns to see a giant cruise ship sailing by off in the horizon.

“Boat,” Taemin whispers to himself. “Boat! There’s a boat!”

“We get it, Taemin, your stupid boat can float!” Jonghyun shouts at him.

“No, there’s a boat! Hey! Hey, come here! We’re stuck here!” Taemin screams. “Someone start a fire, there’s a boat!”

The others come running towards the beach when they hear him screaming, but by then, Taemin is already pushing his raft back onto the ocean. He’s trying to paddle with his hands, splashing around to try and get to the cruise ship in the distance, screaming the whole way there. The others start shouting for him to come back, that it’s not safe, but he won’t listen.

A big wave comes and crashes into Taemin’s little raft, pushing him off and into the water. Minho ends up catching up with him, but Taemin’s spitting out water and still trying to scream for the ship to come get them at the same time. Jinki catches up to them and helps Minho pull Taemin back to the beach. When they get him back to the sand, Taemin holds himself up on all fours and coughs up water, Jinki patting his back to try and help. Kibum hurries over, putting a towel around Taemin’s shoulders and helping him stand up.

“It’s leaving,” Taemin cries, still looking out at the horizon and watching the ship disappear. “It’s leaving, oh God, we’re gonna be stuck here forever.”

Taemin buries his head in his arms, letting out a strangled scream as he keeps mumbling about the boat being right there, and being stuck on the island. Jinki and Jonghyun sit with him, try to coax him out of this little breakdown he’s having while Kibum and Minho try to start a fire. They add palm leaves to it, trying to make as much smoke as possible, but no one comes.

Taemin spends that night curled up against Jinki, mumbling about how they’re going to die on this stupid island while the others barely keep themselves from falling into the same dark mental space Taemin managed to fall into.

In the middle of the next day, after a morning spent huddled around a fire, trying to keep the smoke dark and rising high, a helicopter lands in the middle of the island. The five of them can’t believe their eyes when a couple cameramen and a well-known variety show host get out, laughing and trying to say it was all a prank, a hidden-camera show.

“There were cameras hidden throughout the island,” the host explains, still laughing.

“The - The news, though,” Taemin stutters out, stumbling to get up. “Ocean currents, tsunamis, the earthquake!”

“It was all fake!” he laughs. One of the cameramen comes and points the camera directly in Taemin’s sunburned face.

“It was all fake?” Taemin asks.

“No one’s dead?” Jinki clarifies.

“No one is dead,” the man tells them. “We’ve got a helicopter here to take you guys back to the local airport, and you can all go home.”

He keeps talking for a little bit, explaining the show and everything, and that’s when Taemin snaps.

“Get that thing out of my face!” Taemin shouts, shoving the camera away from him. “What kind of show does this to people? This isn’t funny!”

Taemin starts fighting with the cameraman, but Jinki easily holds him back and tries to calm him down. That’s when they stop filming, because all the members start freaking out about being made to think that the world was ending all for some reality show.

They all need a couple weeks off before they can go back to their lives as idols.