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racheloveyunho · 4 years ago

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Till Death do us part - 2

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess, bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 2237

TW series: Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug, kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

TW chapter: Body shaming, reader being forced into a marriage, character got slapped, swearing, threats.

I was finally back home. Fortunately for me, my dad hadn’t noticed me since he was already sleeping on the couch.

I quickly went upstairs to my room and collapsed on my bed, my mind still processing what had happened earlier. It was scary to say the least but fascinating at the same time. I was still confused even after showering. This San had a deep effect on me, not only mentally but physically too.

“Choi San…” I muttered before closing my eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.

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Chapter 2

2 years after.

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Days and months went by so fast, I didn't even see them go by.

It has already been two years since my first meeting with San and since then, I didn't met him again. However, he was still on my mind, from the moment I woke up tired in the morning until the moment my head was hitting the pillow at night.

I just couldn't stop myself from thinking about him, his voice, his gaze, his touch, and the shivers he gave me when his mouth had come close to my ear.

"Hey sis’, what is going on? You had been absent-minded for a while and I still don't know why" Jin said with a hint of worry in his voice before he looked around, checking the surroundings to make sure we were alone "Is it because of dad?" he asked.

For the first time since our mother passed away, dad was at home for a whole month without any explanation. He was now working from home and even though It was something I dreamed of a few years ago, it was now so stuffy, I couldn’t breathe properly in my own house. Every single time I went outside of the comfort of my room, I silently prayed not to meet him, hoping that our house was big enough to let me avoid him.

"I'm fine but I'll be better if he wasn't around" I shrugged while looking at my plate "I'm not hungry today" I nonchalantly played with my food.

"Please force yourself and eat a little, you loosed too much weight recently" he furrowed his eyebrows with true concern in his soft brown eyes.

"I'm fine Jin, really! No need to worry for me" I stood up but felt a hand on my shoulder, stopping me in my track.

I turned around and saw my dad with his usual stern expression "Sit down." he calmly ordered.

I sat down without a word, I knew I was about to be lectured one more time.

"Why are you not eating?" my dad asked, voice sounding more as a threat than a question.

"Not hungry" I simply answered.

A long silence settled in the dining room, Jin and I were looking down, trying to avoid any eye contact with the man we referred to as our dad. I laughed internally at the situation, wondering if the kids in other families were afraid of their parents too.

"You don't have to eat if you don't want to, men love slim girls so it'll be good for you to start a diet." He stated, unbothered by the awkward silence.

I was annoyed by his remark 'how dare he' I thought 'Is he thinking my body is his?'

"I'll be dumb if I'd choose a man who loves me just for my body, I will not change anything for anyone" I retorted, Jin nodding in approval, visibly proud of me. But, my father didn’t seem pleased at all by my answer and my rebellious behavior.

"Well, I wasn't talking about any random man, but about your fiancé. He likes slim girls." my dad crossed his arms.

I shot a glance back at my father with wide eyes, he was smirking over my shocked expression, feeling visibly satisfied by the way he made me go silent.

"My fiancé? What are you talking about? I never had a boyfriend in my whole life, how could I have a fiancé?" I shouted, standing up from my chair which quickly and loudly fell on the ground.

"I chose a good boy for you, he is the son of a rich politician who will be useful to me and the future of my company. In two months, when you'll turn 20, you will marry him" he said, not sparing a glance at me as he busily taped on the screen of his new expensive phone.

My mouth was now wide open, and so was my brother's.

Jin stood up angrily, it was the first time I ever saw him defy our father's authority. His brown eyes who always seemed so soft to me were now darker than ever. The anger in his body was showing with his tensed muscles and the vein in his forehead that was angrily popping up. His jaw was so tight, I swore he could have been able to break his own teeth.

"What to do you mean she will marry him? Are you not concerned about your daughter's happiness? Can't you stop thinking about your work and think more about your family instead, for at least once in your life? That's why mom died! You-..." Jin got slapped by my father before he could even finish his sentence. Our father’s face was red and rage was visible through his eyes.

I gasped and kneeled myself to my brother's side, the impact was so hard that he was now laying on the ground, his right hand hiding his red cheek. Jin shot a death stare up at my father who was still standing in front of us.

"I heard that you want to integrate the Seoul national university, Y/N. You will need money for that, right? If you marry this man, I'll give you all the money you want. If not, you can already say goodbye to this dream of yours." he told me with a harsh voice "Think well cause your birthday is coming up" he added before exiting the room.

I collapsed on the floor, tears were stinging my eyes and blurring my vision. Jin hugged me tightly and patted my back, whispering sweet nothings to my ear to comfort me the best he could.

I hid my head on his neck and cried silently, I hated this, hated this situation, hated this life. I was like a bird trapped in a silver cage.

I ate nothing for the rest of the day after my dad had announced my upcoming wedding.

I still couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. How come a father could do this to his only daughter? Wasn't he supposed to love and cherish me?

It was Saturday and after a lazy morning, I finally stood up to do my daily routine. I put the prettiest dress I had on my dressing and put natural makeup on. I tried my best to cover up my dark circles and hide the exhaustion in my face caused by a long night of crying.

Today, my best friend Hana and I, planned to hang out together for a shopping day. It was the best way for me to think about something else than my current situation.

I took a look at my phone and saw her message "Hey honey, I'm waiting in front of your house~" I read before smiling and joining her outside the house, in front of the big gateway.

"Wow, you are stunning! Why is that? You're going to meet this San again?" She smiled widely.

Hana is the first friend I ever made in my life, I first met her when I was just 6 years old and she always stayed by my side even when I went through hard times. Her cheerful personality and her warm smile made her easy to get along with, she was the best at socializing, she was literally a burst of energy by herself and never failed to make me crack up a smile even when I wasn’t in a good mood. She made everyone feel attracted to her, she wasn’t only nice and outgoing but beautiful and funny as well. Her short and messy hair were completing her chubby cheeks and her brown eyes. Her tall frame and perfect curves made everyone drool over her, men and women.

She knew everything about my life. When something happened to me, she was the first one I talked to.

"I already told you! I know nothing about him, I don't even have his phone number, how could I meet him?" I pouted before laughing playfully.

We took the first bus we saw and headed downtown.

"It's a shame he isn't on any social media" she whined loudly "Dude, don't get me started" I answered, almost complaining.

During the bus ride, I talked once again about how I felt about San and the gorgeous charisma he had. Hana listened to me as if it was the first time I talked about this whilst I already told her a hundred times before.

Within ten minutes, we had reached our destination.

"Y/N! Look at this! I'm sure this top will fit you perfectly" I heard Hana yelling from the other side of the shop.

Everyone looked at us, some customers were judging us silently while others smiled, probably finding amusement in my friend’s behavior. I apologized to the other customers for the noise and quickly went to my friend's side, slightly embarrassed even though I was used to it. Hana didn't know the word "silent".

After 3 hours of shopping, I went outside to eat ice cream with Hana. We moved to a quiet spot with no one around. The weather was nice, it was a sunny day and I let myself relax under the comfortable heat. I always liked rainy days better but I liked to feel the sun against my skin from time to time.

"I'm sorry to say this Y/N, but your father is truly an asshole" Hana swore between her teeth after I told her what happened at home the previous day.

"I don't know what I'm going to do about this. Is it better to agree and then divorce this guy? But my dad is well-known, he always will find a way to keep me under his grip, no matter what I do. I feel completely useless and trapped, I can’t find a good way to escape from this" I spoke in a low tone, sadness filling my voice the more I talked.

I sighed, concerned by the situation I was into. Hana gently rubbed my back to give me some comfort while my head was on her shoulder. We stayed silent for a few minutes, both of us didn’t know what to say because we both knew that there was no way I could escape my fate.

"Excuse me, are you Kim Y/N?"

I turned around to see who had called my name. In front of me stood was a well-dressed man, a bit older than me with a confident look. He wasn't especially handsome, but he wasn't unpleasant to look at. He had this classic Korean vibe one could find everywhere here in Korea.

"Yes? Who are you?" I politely asked.

He took my hand in his own, making me stand up from the bench I was sitting in. Soon after, he put a slight kiss on the back of my hand.

"What the hell?" I shouted and took my hand off his.

It wasn't in our culture to do something like this so I first assumed he had grown up abroad but honestly, from what I knew, even in the USA or Europa no one kissed a perfect stranger met in the street less than ten seconds ago.

"Who the heck are you?" Hana jumped between the man and me.

"I'm Hwang Jinyoung, her future husband" he simply stated, a smirk on his face.

"I never agreed on that." I frowned my eyebrows at his statement.

"What do you mean you never agreed? Your father told us that you were glad to be my future wife" The man seemed truly surprised or at least, he was pretending well to be.

"He lied!" I yelled out, the anger taking over me while I clenched my fists, nails finding their way onto y skin.

I was angry that my father had one more time, talked for me without my consent. My body was shaking from anger while the man laughed at my reaction.

"Move, you're in my way" He suddenly stopped laughing and violently pushed Hana to the ground.

My eyes opened wide from the shock. I was about to check on Hana to be sure she wasn't hurt but Jinyoung grabbed my wrist and pulled me in his chest.

"Why are you so angry? I will take good care of you!" he chuckled.

"Let me go!" I screamed against him, feeling the tears tingling my eyes.

I suddenly felt a strong arm around my waist which encircled me from behind.

"Holy shit." Hana gasped when she saw the handsome man who was protectively hugging me.

I had no need to look back, I already knew who it was. This touch and this warmness were simply unforgettable.

"If you don't let her go in the next five seconds, I'll blow your hands off." the voice behind me growled against Jinyoung.

The beating of my heart quickened. For the past two years I had dreamed about him every night and now, I was finally able to see him again.

"San!" I shouted happily, finally looking to the handsome boy. He smiled back atme but his expression became cold again as he stared at Jinyoung. My so-called husband finally let my wrist go and hardly swallowed his spit.

"Y-you! What are you doing here?" he asked with a shaking voice. I had no doubt about the fact that he knew who San was and that he probably knew him better than I did.

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Edit: Guys, I'm so surprised, I didn't think I would get so many likes for this series, I just uploaded it two days ago after all lol but I'm glad! The next chapter is already done but I'll wait a bit before uploading it, maybe next week? Anyways, thank you again!

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zillennial97 · 4 years ago

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Friends to Lovers | Larry Fanfic Recs

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Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.

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A Will & Kate Au- with a twist.

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or Louis has just been elected Prime Minister of Canada and Harry is his best friend since childhood.

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Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

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* Where Louis gets a little crush on Luke and for some reason Harry starts acting weird *

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— Or an AU based off the Voice where Louis’s Adam, Harry’s Blake, Niall’s Shakira, Zayn and Liam have a cliche Romeo/Juliet love story and Louis’s too old for pathetic pining.

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Reason #40 – Called/texted the wrong person, but he was into it anyway

“So, this isn’t really an invite for a sex, I see,” Louis spoke, not missing the chance. There was a teasing smile on his lips as he turned around to face Harry again after he had just closed the door.

Harry let out a laugh as he closed his eyes and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh for fuck's sake, Louis,” he looked back at Louis, “this will haunt me forever now, won’t it?”

Louis shrugged. “Not my fault some people manage to mistext and sext others at the same time.”

When Harry mistexts Louis, Louis realises that he wouldn't mind Harry bothering him with anything, especially not with sex.

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“Honesty, Lou, just ask Harry for help.”

Louis remained silent as he continued to scowl at the Christmas calendar Niall had hung on their refrigerator.

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Harry had always been Louis' best friend and...well...his baby, until one day he realized that his baby was all grown up.

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Louis laughed, the sound loud and borderline obnoxious. Harry winced. “Are you kidding, Haz? I wouldn’t even look twice at someone that couldn’t pick me up.”

And, well. That was new information to Harry. It’s not like Louis had ever mentioned to him that he was his type in any way, shape, or form. Harry shifted closer into the space between Louis’s legs, even more intrigued than before. “Why not?” he asked curiously, all pink lips and big curls. Louis smiled.

“Tiny, innocent, little Harold. Need someone that can pick me up, don’t I? I like being tossed around a little. You know, pinned down and made to take it. Lifted up like I’m nothing,” Louis said it all with a confident smile, his sharp little teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he locked eyes with the jock across the kitchen. “Think he might come over here. Move over. I don’t want him to think we’re together.”

Or, the one where Louis has a type and at sixteen and scrawy, it's definitely not his best friend's little brother Harry...ten years later, he changes his mind.

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Harry nearly faints on the spot. He got the job. He’s going to be on Saturday Night Live.

Three of Harry's dreams come true, then one of them falls apart.

the SNL au that no one asked for

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“Seriously?” Surely, Harry must be joking. Louis arches a skeptical brow and snaps the waistband of Harry’s joggers playfully. “What exactly do you have down there, Styles? I know you’ve got four nipples, d’ya have a couple extra bollocks as well or summat?”

“No!” Harry shrieks, his voice bordering on shrill. “No,” He repeats a little quieter, calmer, “I just—I’m, er, kinda…big, I guess.”

Louis rolls his eyes in fond exasperation. “That’s hardly a problem, curly.”

*Or Harry is insecure about a certain rather large part of his anatomy that is apparently intimidating to the point where it has actually scared off potential shags. When he ends up confessing this to his best friend and roommate, Louis takes it upon himself to prove that Harry’s size doesn't have to be a curse, and decides to help show him just how perfect he is.

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Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s omega, of this Harry had always been sure. Unfortunately for Harry, Louis seemed to think they were just best friends. The six weeks that Harry has to live with Louis were going to be rough.

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Louis walks in on Harry jerking off in the shower. What happens after is just… Impulsive and spontaneous.

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Louis and Harry are best friends and absolutely nothing more. It’s a bit strange that, suddenly, everyone thinks they’re dating.

Or the one where they’re all teachers at a high school and students are more invested in their lives than normally expected.

trusting things beyond mistake by sarcasticfluentry | 9k | Explicit

"Is that even possible?" asks Harry.

All of them stare at him for several seconds, and then Louis says, "What, coming untouched?"

"Christ," Zayn mutters, throwing his hands up. “This fucking band, I swear.”

...or, Harry wants to see if he can come without touching his cock and ends up getting more than he bargained for.

And I Will Steady Your Hand by kiwikero | 9k | Explicit

All first year university students who had not yet presented were strongly advised to join the Fire Away meetings, a support group for so-called 'late bloomers.'

They were not, however, advised to fall in love with someone else at the meetings without knowing what they might eventually present as.

A Christmas Wish by Snowy38 | 8k | Mature

"So when are you going to tell him?"

Louis pursed his lips at his sister, his Skype video call relaying his thoughts on that subject perfectly.

"Next question," he mused.

Lottie rolled her eyes.

"It's your birthday in four days, Louis."

"What difference does that make?" He scoffed.

She shrugged.

"You can get drunk and confess how you feel and take it back afterwards if he doesn't feel the same."

That might work if Louis wasn't in love with Harry. But Lottie didn't know that and she didn't need to find out.

"Thanks Lots," he said anyway.

"Seriously Lou what's stopping you?"

Louis sighed.

"Fear mostly."

Under that Damn Mistletoe by hickeystyles | 7k | Mature

Louis' heart froze when he looked over and saw Liam whispering in Harry’s ear and nodding towards the mistletoe. Louis’ eyes widened comically before he dove out of sight so Harry couldn’t see him standing under the mistletoe like an idiot, or worse, like he was part of Liam’s plan to have Harry kiss him.

Or a Christmas Party AU where Louis is in love with his best friend Harry and everyone else is trying to force the two of them under the mistletoe together

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“So, I’ve never seen you at one of these parties before,” Harry says as he hands Louis his drink. “Who’re you here for?”

Well, shit. Louis was definitely not expecting that. He sips on his drink to give him a few moments to think of an answer and then, “Oh, y’know. I’m dating the host’s brother. What about you?” He’s quite pleased with himself. Great answer. He takes another drink as a reward.

Harry grins at him, eyes bright, and shrugs. “Gemma’s my sister.” Louis hums around the rim of his cup waiting for him to elaborate. “She’s the host,” he tacks on, smug smile on his face. Louis chokes on his drink and tries his best to glare at Harry while he coughs. Harry rubs at his back until he can breathe properly again, which is actually really not that helpful. “Didn’t realize we were dating, Lou. I’m flattered.”

(Basically; Louis meets Harry at a party that he wasn't invited to. He ends up asking Harry to tutor him so he can keep seeing him. Featuring a bit of pining and a tea party.)

Mission Fucking Impossible by orphan_account | 7k | Mature

“Are you and Louis fucking?”

Harry nearly spits out his drink as he tries to communicate a "what the ever living fuck" to Niall with his eyes.

Niall takes another casual sip of his beer “Not like I’m the only one thinking it mate, I’m just the only one saying it out loud.”

- Harry is in love with Louis, and he is almost positive Louis is in love with him too. Naturally, Harry deals with this by trying to get Louis horny and hope for the best.

Things don't exactly work out how he plans.

One day to believe in you by mediaville | 7k | Explicit

A mysterious force compels Louis to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even when it's really inconvenient.

Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised. "You think about me when you get off?"

"Yes," Louis says. He wonders how hard he'd need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out.

"Often?"

"Yes, Christ, Harry," Louis groans. "Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I've been visiting family. Anything else you'd like to know?"

Fake It Till We Make It by whileatwiltshire | 7k | General Audiences

#33- Keeping up with the Neighbors

“We can fake it.”

What?

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“No I did not. Say it again.”

“I said” Harry started slowly, “We can fake having sex to teach them a lesson.”

It was clear to say that Louis's mouth went a little dry at the suggestion.

Or ,

Their neighbours were a bit too loud during their bedroom activities and Harry comes up with the worst plan to shut them up. Louis agrees anyways.

Web Me Harder by iwillpaintasongforlou | 6k | Explicit

Louis Tomlinson, otherwise known as London's masked hero Spiderman, finds himself crashing through the window of Harry Styles one night after a particularly nasty fight with a villain. Luckily Harry is a nursing student with a soft spot for caped crusaders who's more than happy to tend to all of Louis' wounds, no matter how many times he swings by.

candy in your mouth (i know you love me) by embodied | 6k | Explicit

“You’re wrong,” Harry says, jaw clenched tight. “Because if all I wanted was a fuck, I’ve got at least three willing parties a phone call and a five minute drive away. What I want is you. I want us, I want it to be normal again -”

“What the fuck is normal?” Louis yells, much too loudly, and has to pause to consciously lower his voice before he speaks again. “Because a year ago, normal was eating too much takeaway and watching B-movies on Netflix in your room, and then normal was me choking on your cock at half past two in the morning, and I don’t know about you, but as of the past few weeks, normal is not seeing or talking to you at all, because I’ve all but admitted that I’m fucking crazy for you and you don’t know what to say to that.” Louis’ chest heaves, his breath coming out short. He hears his own throat stick when he swallows, and his voice is decidedly weaker when he asks, “So which one is it, Harry?”

AU. Things have shifted since last Christmas.

Running Through a Cloud of Steam by allwaswell16 | 5k | Mature

As Harry’s long anticipated twenty-first birthday approaches, he anxiously awaits the moment when he finally meets his soulmate. He’s not even sure he believes in soulmates, but at the very least, he hopes to prove to his best friend that nothing can come between their friendship--not even a soulmate.

You Can't Blame Me For Tryin' by lululawrence | 5k | Mature

Reason # 38 - Because He Is From One of the Countries You Haven't Had Sex With a Person From Yet.

Louis had been accepted into the study abroad program through his uni back home and therefore got to spend a year in rural Minnesota, of all places, but he wasn’t going to complain. It was still a pretty cool experience, even if it was far different from what he had been expecting. And besides, if he’d been sent to literally any other university, he’d never have met Harry.

If It's Meant To Be (It'll Be, It'll Be) by lululawrence | 4k | Not Rated

“So, anyway. I’m done here and on my way to the airport. I think I’m expected to be there in the morning, around ten. I’ll let you know when I’m getting close.”

“Sounds good.” Harry pulled back from the window and threw himself onto one of the beds. Once he got comfortable, he steeled himself and then went for it. “It’s been too long this time, Lou,” he finally whispered. He watched as Louis bit his lip and nodded slowly.

“I know,” Louis agreed, just as quiet in return. “We have to swear to never go this long without seeing each other again. Two months is just...unacceptable. I’m gonna go now, but I’ll see you soon. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah. See you. Be safe,” Harry said, far too fondly for his best friend. He couldn’t help it though. It was how he always had been and probably always would be.

They hung up and Harry threw his arm over his face.

“I am so in love with him,” he whined to himself. “Fuck.”

Satisfaction by iwillpaintasongforlou | 2k | Teen And Up Audiences

Louis and Harry have known each other since before they could remember and been in love with one another for about as long, even though both steadfastly refuse to admit it. When Louis starts dating other people, it is only to help himself move on and not at all to make Harry jealous. And the sulking sort of anger Harry feels when he watches Louis kiss other people is completely irrelevant anyways.

#larry fanfiction recommendations #larry fanfic rec #larry fic #larry fanfiction #larry stylinson #louis tomlinson #harry styles #one direction fanfiction #one direction fanfic recs #larry fanfiction masterpost #friends to lovers

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Soulmate

— pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

— genre: Slice of life, Romance

—Synopsis: You return home from college one summer and are reunited with your childhood best friend Bang Chan. After not seeing each other for years, how will this summer turn out?

— words: 5.3k

— rating: SFW

— warnings: Seungmin being an evil wingman and a rowdy game of truth or dare.

— notes: Hello everyone I now am a fan of Stray Kids! Something about summer vibes on the beach with the boys really got me thinking and this came from it! The whole soulmate section was from this twitter thread about Chanlix I 10/10 recommend. I also didn’t proofread because I never do so sorry!

You weren’t really expecting to go back to your hometown over the summer. In all honesty, you were planning on a two month road trip with your best friends, Senior year girls trip they said and yet somehow last minute, everyone's lives seemed to pull in different directions. Your family was more than happy to have you back home over the summer, but you were a little bummed you weren't doing anything to commemorate your last summer before your senior year of college.

You watched out the passenger window of your mother's car, speeding down the familiar rodes of your childhood. A fond smile found itself on your face as you got lost in the nostalgia, It had been awhile since you had returned home, and surprisingly, it did seem you missed it a lot. Your mother chatted excitedly beside you, plans she had for you all and what not, but as you zoned back in you heard her voice ask you a question.

“Hm?” You asked looking back at her. Your mother huffed as she rolled her eyes.

“Chan and his parents are coming over for dinner tonight, so you’ll need to freshen up. His friends are coming as well.”

You sat up quickly, “Chan? Like, Bang Chan, that Chan?” You asked, a little surprised. Your mother nodded, “Yes and they are so excited to see you after all these years! Chan especially. He still always made time to come over even when you were gone. His friends come over as well, they are such a nice group of boys.” Your mother added, not helping your nervousness. Your family had lived on the same street, in the same house, since the day you were born. It was the same story next door. The family next to yours had a son, the same age as you and you both had become an inseparable duo. Y/n and Chan. You and Chan grew up together all the way until college, when he decided to stay and attend your hometowns university while you traveled abroad. You couldn’t lie, the day you left Chan felt like your heart was torn in two, but over time you healed. Gradually the two of you had minimal contact, and then none. Now at the sudden news of seeing your once best friend made your heart race.

The car soon pulled into the driveway of your house and you spotted the gathering of neighbors who seemed to be waiting for your arrival. You grinned as you hopped out of the car quickly, giving friendly waves to the once familiar faces of your childhood. You smiled even wider spotting your father, barbecuing in the yard as you lunged yourself into his arms. It felt better than you’d like to admit, being home with your family like this. You heard more familiar voices and recognized them as Mr. and Mrs. Bang, you smiled at you lovingly.

“Y/n my dear! You’ve grown up so lovely.” Chan’s mom smiled, giving you a tight hug. His father nodded as you gave you one as well, “It’s great to see you again Y/n. Chan should be around here somewhere, but I’m sure he’ll find you.”

You nodded, a little on edge. You had at least wanted to prepare to meet Chan, but that didn't seem to be on the table. Would he still be the same Chan you remember? You doubted it. It made you nervous, who has he become in these past few years? You both didn’t mean to lose contact, but with the pressures of school and new found social lives, you just lost touch.

Is he mad at me? The thought crosses your brain in a panic, your family ushering you into the house so they could start the meal. Friends and neighbors flooded the halls of your home and you gave smiles to everyone, until you could hear rowdy jeers from the living room. You turned the corner to find a group of guys sitting in front of your families TV, aggressively playing Mario Kart.

“Hyunjin is cheating! There's no way he can keep getting these blue shells!” A blonde boy yelled, while another side eyed him, you imagined that one was Hyunjin.

“Well if Chan could stop red shelling me I wouldnt have to blue shell you Jisung.” Hyunjin stuck his tongue out at Jisung but you faltered as a voice turned your head.

“Guys calm down, she’s gonna be here soon.”

His voice was deeper than you thought it was going to be, and it sent chills up your spine. There he was. Chan was blonde now, but his hair still had that familiar curl to it. His shoulders seemed to be larger than you remembered and he looked even taller. The guys mumbled as they started to pack away their game, but you stepped out from behind the corner, clearing your throat.

“I mean really, you guys don't have to stop for me.”

The group whipped their head around to gawk at you, shifting in your spot. You gave a shy wave as you met Chan’s eyes, his staring wide back at you.

“Bro you didn’t say she was this hot.” Jisung interrupted, breaking the silence, earning a swift headlock from Chan. The air seemed to grow lighter as they stood up, walking over to greet you.

“Hi Y/n we heard a lot about you, we're Chan’s friends and we also frequent your house because your mom’s cooking is delicious.” Hyunjin smiled as you shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, and thanks for keeping my parents company.” You smiled as you greeted the rest of the group. The last one was Chan. He walked up to you shyly rubbing the back of his head, his hands raking through his hair.

“Hey Y/n.” He said simply, a side smile on his face. From the social atmosphere you had with his friends, you were surprised by his sudden awkwardness. “Hey Chan long time no see.” You smiled, rubbing your arm. He didn't make an advance to hug you or shake your hand, but rather settled for a pat on the shoulder. “I think your dad finished cooking, let's go eat!” He said more so to the group as he led the way to the kitchen, you trailing behind. You were now definitely confused, but you decided to try and make the most of the night. Turns out, Chan’s friends were amazing. You found yourself laughing with them in the backyard as they told you about their adventures with Chan and what they know about you. Chan had become friends with the others during their first year of uni, and they all had been inseparable.

“He’s so much different than the Chan I remember.” You grinned, earning oooh’s from the group. “Tell us Y/n what was he like before you left?” Seungmin asked. You tapped your chin thinking, “He was always a big crybaby, he worried so much whenever I wanted to go have fun.” You glanced at Chan who seemed to roll his eyes. “Plus he wasn’t blonde. I like it.” You added, earning a quick glance from him. Chan seemed to loosen up as the evening went on, returning to the Chan you imagined. The party went great, and gradually people started to take their leave. You started to help clean up the back as you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning around to see Felix. “Hey Felix whats up?” You smiled as he helped you collect plates. “Well tomorrow, the guys and I, we're all gonna go to the beach and I just wanted to know if you wanted to tag along?” You had to admit, there was a part of you that was sad it wasn’t Chan inviting you, but you were still excited for the adventure. “Sure I’d love to!” You grinned, Felix smiling as well. “Awesome well here, that’s my number, but I’m sure Chan will pick you up to meet us!” You nodded as you put his contact info in your phone and waved goodbye. The only ones left was your family and Chans, all lounging in the house. Chan stood in the kitchen, bent over the sink doing the dishes. You smiled, walking up behind him, frowning as he took a quick step from you.

“Hey Chan umm Felix invited me to go with you guys to the beach tomorrow...that's okay yeah?” You asked with a raised brow. You could see his eyes flicker from your profile to the dishes as he gave a quick nod. “We're leaving at 8am.” He said quickly as he dyed his hands, taking his leave to the living room.

His behavior was definitely odd now. Shrugging it off you finished cleaning as you heard Chan and his family getting ready to leave. You smiled as they hugged you once more, commenting on how beautiful you had gotten, and you gave a final wave to Chan as he gave you a half smile. You shut the front door, the exhaustion from the day sinking in as you retreated to your old childhood bedroom. Collapsing onto the bed you found yourself falling asleep within minutes.

You were awoken to taps on your window. Small at first but then growing more and more persistent. Groggily, you sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes as you headed to the window. On the lawn was Chan, a frown on his face. “Y/N c’mon we gotta go!” He called, motioning to his car next door. Gasping you checked the time, seeing it was already eight in the morning. You opened the window, “Give me like ten minutes I’m so sorry!” You called out, fumbling in your suitcase for some clothes for the beach. In record timing you sprinted down the stairs, waving to your parents as you flew out the door, jogging to Chan who was heading to his car.

“Jesus Chan I’m so sorry I overslept-” You looked at the car as he opened the door, a smile stretching your face. “You still have the jeep!” You grinned, quickly hopping in with a familiar ease. During highschool, Chan worked at the local pool every summer so by senior year he could have a car. It was a red beat up jeep, but he loved it immensely.

Chan seemed to be in a lighter mood than he was last night, as he nodded with a light smile, “Yeah I haven't had the heart to get a new car.” Turning the ignition, the jeep started as he started to back out of the driveway, one hand on the back of your seat as we watched the back for incoming cars. Soon you both were on your way. You fiddled with your hands on your lap, glancing at Chan from the side. He did seem to be in a better mood, maybe you could talk?

“Last night was super fun! Your friends are so nice.” You smiled, earning a nod from Chan. Then silence. It was almost suffocating how awkward it was, so you glanced at the floor of the jeep to see cases of Cds littering the ground. There was one in particular, a blank CD colored with sharpies which you recognized instantly.

“You still have our CD?” You asked, astonished. Chan cleared his throat as he refrained from making eye contact. “Well yeah..you made it for me in what like..middle school?” You nodded happily, putting the disc into the cd drive, familiar tunes of your childhood started to pour into the car. You laughed as the wind blew through your hair, singing along to the nostalgic songs, and even happier when Chan started to softly sing along as well. As if the weight had been lifted off of your guys’s shoulders, you both screamed along to the song, laughing with each other and returning to the sense of comfort you had made in one another.

“You had me scared Chan! You were acting so weird last night!” You huffed, earning an apologetic smile from Chan. “Sorry Y/n, but in my defense it had been years since we’ve seen each other, I wasn’t sure how we could just click like we used too.” He admitted and you nodded. “Well I’m glad we're good now, right?” You asked. He gave a swift nod as he pulled the jeep into the beach parking lot, “Definitely.”

From the car you could already see the chaos of Chan’s friends on the beach. One umbrella was up but they managed to set up a volleyball net and had coolers or drinks and food. Hopping out of the car you collected your bag and sprinted to the beach, the cheers of the others making you run faster.

“Hey guys!” You panted, out of breath from how fast you were going. The others gave you high fives and pats on the back as they took your belongings into the shade.

“There are drinks and snacks in the cooler, Changbin set up volleyball for us too!” Hyunjin grinned as he showed you where everything was. “Wow this looks great guys!” You laughed as you kicked off your shoes, relishing in the hot sand beneath your toes. Some of the guys had gone into the water and noticed the gathering so started to head back. “Hey Y/n!” Felix called, brushing his wet hair back and giving you a friendly wave. “Hey Felix! You smiled, offering him a towel from the pile nearby. He happily took it as he started to dry himself off by you, water droplets splashing onto you. “Hey stop getting me wet!” You warned which only caused a mischievous smirk to grow on his face. “Oh yeah?” and before you knew it, you had been lifted from the safety of the sand and into Felix’s arms. “Felic I swear put me down!” You laughed as he spun you around, walking dangerously close to the oncoming waves. Both your guys’s laughs could be heard along the beach, causing Chan to look up from unpacking the extra drinks he brought.

“They look oftly close.” Seungmin commented, much to the dismay on Chan’s face. “Yeah I guess so.” Chan mumbled, setting down the last of the beverages. “What if Lix likes her Chan? What will you do?” Seungmin mused, picking up a can and opening it. Chan whipped his head towards him, “It’d be fine. Felix is one of my best friends and so is Y/n-” Seungmin interrupted, “You told us all how Y/n was like your little sister. I think you know that’s not true. I’d rethink your feelings before Lix gets in too deep.” and with that Seungmin jogged over to the volleyball game, leaving Chan alone with his thoughts.

You and Felix cackled as he held you over the waves, which were up to his knees now.

“Felix put me down or else there will be consequences!” you screamed as the waves started to get dangerously close to your feet. Felix raised a brow at you as his grip started to loosen on your body and before you could stop it, he dropped you in the ocean. Quickly standing up you glared at him, splashing him with all you could. Your laughter seemed to attract the attention of the others and soon one by one, everyone was in the waves.

The sun hot against your skin as you all tumbled on the sand, watching the others from the shore. Jisung was up on Changbins shoulders, while Minho rested on Chan's shoulders, fighting to knock one another over. With a shove Jisung managed to topple Minho into the cold water, his arms high in victory.

“I challenge you Y/n! Get on Chans shoulders!” You stopped as you heard his request. This was a game you and Chan played all the time as kids, but as he said before, things were a bit different now. You walked to the shore, looking at Chan for any signs of discomfort. He gave a shrug, “Seems we’ve been challenged Y/n. Let's show them.” You grinned as you waded into the water near Chan. His shoulders were definitely broader than before, all those years of swimming taking an effect on him. Carefully Chan grasped your hands as he went below the water, your legs carefully situated on his shoulders as he rose up. You squirmed at how high you were, but felt a hand on your thighs.

“It’s okay I got you.”

You tried to glance down at him to see his face, but Jisung charged at the both of you, Changbin surging through the water. You grinned as your hands collided with Jisung’s, shaking between the both of you.

“C’mon Chan push harder!” You called, feeling yourself slowly get closer to Jisung. As the two of your shoved each other back and forth, finally, with all your power, you managed to land one hard shove against Jisung. His eyes widened as he lost his balance, falling into the water. “We did it Chan!” You grinned, waving your hands in the air as everyone cheered. Chan laughed as he patted your leg before signaling he was letting you down. You smiled up at him, your heart fluttering because this was the Chan you remember.

This was the Chan you loved.

High fiving each other, you both made your way back to the shore where Felix stood, holding out a towel for the both of you. “Thanks Lix.” Chan smiled as he took it. You nodded your thanks as well, wrapping the towel around your shoulders. As you walked back to the picnic, you playfully nudged Chan’s shoulders. “I’m glad I get to be here with my best friend again.” you admitted, playing with your wet hair. Chan glanced down at you with a smile, “Me too Y/n.”

The rest of the day was spent playing games and simply relaxing on the beach. Soon the set began to set on the horizon, the sky turning orange and red.

“Well we actually brought stuff to make a bonfire. If you guys are down?” Jeongin offered, earning nods from the group. Together you and the others began to slowly craft a small bonfire, it wasn’t spectacular but it kept you guys warm as the night cooled down. Everyone huddled by the crackling flames as the banter passed back and forth.

“All right all right now let's get to the interesting stuff.” Jisung stood up, commanding the attention of everyone. “Hyunjin truth or dare.” Everyone groaned and rolled their eyes at Jisungs as he shook his head, “C’mon guys it’ll be fun!” Hyunjin thought for a moment before answering coolly, “Dare.” Everyone oooh-ed as Jisung grinned evilly. “I dare you Hyunjin, to swim in the ocean.” Hyunjin looked at him with furrowed brows, “Is that it? That's pretty easy-” “Naked.” Jisung added quickly, causing everyone to burst into laughter. Hyunjin scowled, but stood up, taking a running start to the waves, bits and pieces of clothes flying off. Your head turned to follow but your eyes were covered by a large hand. You stifle a laugh, “Chan I’m not five.” Chan huffed behind you, “Yeah but they forgot a girl was here.” His hand radiated heat on your face and suddenly you could tell how close he was to your back, the hairs on your neck standing up.

You could hear a splash, and a scream and you quickly moved Chan’s hand, seeing Hyunjin neck deep in the water, waving back at the group. Jisung rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah alright let's move along, Seungmin your up.” Seungmin grinned as he glanced around the group, “Alright...Felix truth or dare.” Felix who sat a few spots away from you glanced up..”Uhhh truth.” Seungmin frowned as the group jeered, “C’mon pick dare!” Felix groaned as he waved his hands, “Fine fine dare then you bullies.” Seungmin grinned, a glint in his eyes. “Felix I dare for you...to kiss the prettiest girl here.” The air seemed to stand still.

Wait...you're the only girl.

Seungmin grinned as he saw the shocked expression of you and Felix, “Notice how I didn’t say prettiest person, because I would have smoked all you bitches.” The group seemed to laugh it off, the energy crackling as they waited in anticipation. Felix sighed as he moved slowly, making his way over to you. A tight hand gripped your arm as you glanced back at Chan who quickly removed it, “Oh-uh sorry.” You felt more nervous without the contact as Felix gave you an apologetic smile. “Hope this is okay Y/n.” You nodded, a reassuring smile on your face. Felix gently put a hand on your cheek as he glanced at you. His eyes seemed to wander past you before returning to your face where he leaned in gently. Your eyes fluttered closed, but rather than a sensation on your lips, Felix gently placed a kiss on your forehead. He retreated back with a cheeky smile, a loud groan coming from everyone. You gave a sheepish smile, a bit relieved at his choice as you moved back into your seat. “You didn't say where I had to kiss her.” Felix shrugged as Seungmin glared at him. You tried to take a glance at Chan, but he simply smiled at the interactions of his friends as he sipped his drink. You flinched when a hand found yours in the sand, but you relished in the sense of familiarity without even having to look at who it was. Seungmin rolled his eyes, “Alright Y/n, your turn truth or dare?” You grinned, giving an apologetic shrug, “Truth.” Again Seungmin with the evil glint in his eyes, “Have you ever wanted to date Channie?” Your eyes widened as you coughed, your drink burning the back of your throat. All the boys leaned in, shit eating grins on their face. “W-what? I mean..” You were too afraid to look at Chan. “I’ve always liked Chan. We’re best friends. I have a lot of love for him.” You stammered, Seungmin grinned as he shook his head, “Tsk tsk Y/n lets just make this a yes or no question.” You panicked, nervously shifting in your spot. “I mean..if I dated him it’d be weird right? We’re like siblings?” Seungmin nodded at your answer. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love him!” You quickly added, the group cackling at the blush on your face. You were too nervous to look at Chan as the game went on, your feelings in a jumble as the game stretched into the night.

The night went on with games and trouble and soon, everyone was yawning from exhaustion. Gradually everyone started to pack up their belongings retreating back to their vehicles. You wished everyone a good night as you and Chan hopped into the jeep. The ride back was quiet, but not in an uncomfortable manor, just one of exhaustion. You rested your head on the door, the wind chilling your body. Chan glanced around the car as he reached a hand back, pulling out an old jacket. “Here.” He smiled, gently placing it on you. You smiled as you grabbed the fabric and snuggled into it. “Thank you Channie…” Your eyes couldn’t seem to stay open as Chan turned the music up gently. The gentle weight of his hand rested on your legs curled up beside you. It felt too natural. Being with Chan here like this, with his friends, driving with him. You’d be lying if there had never been a part of you that loved Chan. He was your other half, your best friend your entire childhood. Were you allowed to have those same feelings now, years later? The love you had for him, was it even romantic? Your thoughts became quiet as you focused on Chan, softly singing along with the song on the radio, his voice low and rhythmic.

Hopeless, hopelessly romantic

You, you got me stranded

Your hand moved from propping your head up to reaching for Chan’s, your fingers easily interlocking. Chan’s thumb gently brushed your knuckles as he pulled down your guys’s street, quickly entering the driveway to his house and putting the car in park. Without disturbing you too much, he exited the car as you sleepily sat up looking around for him. Your door opened softly as he stood there, shifting in his spot. You watched him with heavy lidded eyes as he brought his arms out to you. You smiled, a warm and fuzzy feeling in your stomach as you put your arms out to him as well, Chan carefully scooping you out of the car. He seemed to have no trouble holding you and finessing his way through your front door. He eventually found your room where he laid you down on the bed gently. You hummed happily basking in the soft comfort of your sheets as Chan took a seat on the floor beside your bed. The room was dark but you could feel his head resting on the mattress as he closed his eyes. You watched him carefully from your spot before moving beside him, your head facing his. Using light fingers, you traced his features with feather like delicacy, Your traced his nose and cheeks, up to his hair and his jaw. He was the Chan of your childhood and someone you didn't know all at once. His eyes gently fluttered open watching you from the side of his eyes. “What are you doing Y/n?” He asked softly. You shrugged, your hand continuing to trace his face. Your hand danced from his ear to his chin before gently landing on his lips. You let them stay there for a split second longer than intended and you halted as you felt his hand grab yours, pressing his lips to your fingers. His head turned to look at you as he let your hand go, slowly pulling it back to yourself. “What are we Y/n?” Chan asked softly into the darkness of your room. Your heart sped up as your answer immediately tumbled out of your mouth.

“We’re best friends.”

“Are we?”

Chan paused as he glanced at you. “Before you came, I told all the guys how you were my best friend, like a sister too. Then suddenly you were here and-” Chan moved so his hand gently landed on your cheek. “You were here, and I realized you were more than a best friend to me, after all these years.” He laughed a bit, “And it didn’t help too much that Felix seemed to have taken a liking to you.” Chan pulled his hand away much to your dismay as he sat up straighter. “And I’m sorry if this ruins us. Our friendship. But I just...I don’t want to just be your best friend anymore Y/n. As selfish as that is…” he laughed gently. You watched him with wide eyes, as he stood up in the darkness of the room, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your head. “I don’t want your answer now. Think about it. Good night Y/n.”

You were left all alone in the dark.

The smell of breakfast was what woke you up. Your stomach growled hungrily as you made your way downstairs, your family seated at the breakfast table. “Looks like you had fun yesterday,” Your mother smiled as she served you a plate. You smiled, the memories of last night replaying in your head. Especially Chan’s confession. “Hey mom-” you asked as she nodded, alerting you she was listening. “Did you ever think..did you ever think Chan and I would date?” Your mother paused before laughing wholeheartedly. “I mean of course we did, Chan’s mother and I even thought you’d both get married! It was quite a shock you both lost contact.” She admitted. Your heart lurched in your stomach, so you weren’t the only one who wanted this to happen? Your mother smiled sympathetically at the confusion on your face as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “Sometimes Y/n, there's a person in the world who knows you better than anyone else. Someone who inspires you to become a better person, someone you’ll carry with you forever. Chan was the person who knew you and believed in you before anyone else did. No matter your feelings, he will always love you and nothing could ever change that.”

Your heart started to pound in your chest, everything becoming very clear to you.

You knew you loved Chan. What you didn’t know was that it was this kind of love.

Grinning you stood up from your chair, quickly running to the front of the house, tugging on your shoes. “I’ll be back!” Your mother chuckled as she waved, the front door slamming shut. “She just realized she loves him, didn't she hun?”

It takes 10 seconds to run from your front door to Chans. Which was not enough time for you to formulate what you were going to say as you already rang the doorbell. Luckily it was Chan’s mother who opened the door. “Y/n dear! What can I do for you?” Your heart was in your throat as you gave her a smile, “Is Chan here?” She smiled and shook her head, “He went for a run down to the beach, he usually spends his mornings there. Feel free to take a bike and head down there!” You smiled your thanks, locating Chan’s old bike on the side of the house. Quickly you rode down the road, thankful for this time to yourself. What were you going to say? What if he was upset? What if he regrets what he said? The beach was approaching quicker than you anticipated. The cool ocean breeze gently blowing through your hair. The entire shore was empty, but you could make out one figure close to the water. Setting the bike at the start of the sand, you moved as quick as you could, a dumb grin on your face. “Chan!” You called out, watching him turn around with a shocked look on his face. He was still far away enough he had to yell out, “Y/n! What are you doing here?” You laughed as your legs picked up speed, he was here. He was happy to see you.

Once he was close enough, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly, causing him to stumble back onto the soft sand beneath you too. You let out an oomph as you landed on his chest, a laugh emerging from both of your throats. You stared down at him, a confused smile on his face. “What's going on Y/N-” “Chan I love you.” You interrupted. He stopped, his mouth open as he searched your face for any signs of joking with him. “I’ve always loved you. You’re my soulmate Channie.” Chan's eyes glossed over at your confession as you lowered your head down, resting your forehead against his.

The waves crashed against the shore as you two stayed like that for a while, simply wrapped up in one another. You placed soft kisses on Chan’s nose and cheeks as he happily closed his eyes. He then chased your lips with his own, smiling against you, his hand rising up to cup your cheek. “I couldn’t help falling in love with you.” Chan whispered to you as you both sat on the beach together, hands intertwined.

What is a soulmate?

Sometimes, it’s like a best friend but more.

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Wish You Were Sober

Summary: The Pogues are growing up and following their dreams, which means it's time for JJ and Kiara to sort through some feelings. Loosely inspired by "Wish You Were Sober" by Conan Gray.

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: This was originally posted on ao3, but I wanted to share here as well.

August is full of gold and light and sunsets and new beginnings. It’s exciting and revitalizing and hopeful. But at the end of this August, a deep blue shadow edged nearer and nearer, threatening to turn all Augusts deep and blue and dreary for the rest of history. They were all leaving.

After the chaos of the gold hunting summer, when John B and Sarah finally made it back from the Bahamas with the gold, the Pogues had made a solemn pact to stay in the Outer Banks together, and they took it very seriously. Then came graduation and talk of going to college. The constant, “What are you going to do with your life?” questions wore them down. John B, Sarah, and Pope took a gap year, but Pope’s parents had threatened his life if he changed his school plans, especially after he “won a scholarship” from the mysterious “Denmark Tanny Education Grant” - in other words, his secret savings account. Sarah started talking about becoming a social worker, while John B wouldn’t shut up about the police academy and honoring Sheriff Peterkin’s memory. Kiara also talked about her plans, the Peace Corps, or volunteering in Thailand, and though she made it sound like that was years down the road, everyone knew she was getting restless. So, as summer approached, the Pogues had had a serious meeting about the future, or as serious as you can be at eighteen-almost-nineteen. They absolved the pact to stay in the Outer Banks, but they kept strict communication rules: regular updates in the group chat, facetime sessions at least weekly, and frequent visits. And so plans were made; John B and Sarah were moving to Chapel Hill at the end of August so she could attend the University of North Carolina (John B had considered getting a degree in law enforcement, but had decided to work until he was old enough to apply for the police academy). Pope was headed off to Duke to study forensic pathology like he had always dreamed. Frequent jokes were cracked about them attending rival schools, but at least they’d live within thirty minutes of each other. Kiara’s plans involved a little more distance. She had decided to volunteer her way through Europe for a few months once the tourist season was over. She had one-way tickets booked for the middle of September, and she hadn’t mentioned her plans to return as of yet. JJ was the only one without any plans. It came as no surprise that he hadn’t graduated high school, he never attended. Instead, he got a job at a local auto shop his cousin owned. He was lucky they hired him, and though the pay wasn’t phenomenal, it was enough he could pay rent to John B and Uncle T and stay in the Chateau without tapping into his savings. He joked that you couldn’t pay him to leave the Outer Banks, though that felt like a lie. Especially now that summer was ending and these dreams were becoming a reality for everyone else.

“One last kegger!” John B was saying. JJ tried not to wince at that word: last.

“Pogues for life!” Kiara whooped, jumping up and threatening to flip the hammock she was sharing with JJ and Pope.

Pope wrestled the half-finished beer from her hands. “I think you’ve had enough of that.”

Kiara dove across him clumsily, trying to recover the bottle. Almost-drunk Kie was more comfortable around Pope. After their kiss that one summer, things had gotten awkward fast as she realized she didn’t have any romantic feelings for him. They had fought hard to get their relationship back to the easy-going friendship it had been, but it hadn’t made a full recovery - unless one or both of them was drunk.

“Easy tiger,” JJ said, pulling her back into her spot between himself and Pope.

She gave him an odd look. “You’re not drunk.”

“No, I have work in the morning.”

“When did JJ become the most mature?” Sarah slurred. She really hadn’t had that many drinks, but then again she was a total lightweight.

“What do you say, Oh Mature One?” John B shifted so he was looking directly at JJ. “Kegger tomorrow night at the Boneyard?”

“Hell, yeah!” JJ settled back into the hammock, not really thinking about the fact that his arm was still around Kiara’s waist.

The rest of the Pogues whooped in agreement, downing their drinks and reaching for more.

***

JJ woke up five full minutes before the alarm on his phone went off the next morning. Kiara’s feet were in his face and she was snoring softly, as she tended to do when drunk. The slight headache pulsing through his temples told him he had had more to drink than he should have despite going to bed before the rest of the group, which was probably why he didn’t remember Kie crashing in his bed. He threw a blanket across her and made his way to the bathroom. He could see Sarah and John B wrapped around each other in their room, and in the other room, Pope passed out on the pull-out. Just like old times, he thought with a pang of nostalgia.

As he got ready for work and made breakfast JJ found himself getting more excited about the party they’d have that evening, despite his initial apprehension. Though the Pogues were over at the Chateau almost every night this summer, they hadn’t had a real hang at the Boneyard in a while. Maybe one last summer hurrah really would lessen the sting of the Pogues parting ways.

JJ hadn’t bothered with being quiet that morning. Most of the Pogues were deep sleepers. Add alcohol to the mix and he doubted he’d wake anyone up, so it was a surprise when Kiara wandered bleary-eyed and half-asleep down the hall. “Look who decided to make an appearance!” JJ said.

“Shh,” Kie groaned. “No speaking, just coffee.”

JJ obediently handed over his mug of coffee and set about pouring a new one. Kiara hugged the cup close and sank to the floor, sitting conveniently in the exact center of the kitchen. She was wearing one of his sweatshirts - but she always stole all the guys’ clothes.

“Jeez, Kiara, could you choose a more inconvenient spot, maybe?” She simply squinted up at him from the floor in response. “You’re in pretty bad shape, hope you don’t have work today.”

“Shit!” she cried. “What time is it?”

“Almost ten.”

“I have to be at work at ten,” she groaned. “My dad’s gonna kill me if I show up late and hungover.”

“Need a ride over there?” JJ asked.

“It won’t make you late, will it?”

“��Course not,” he lied.

“You’re the best!” she jumped up clumsily and kissed him on the cheek before stumbling her way back down the hall to freshen up. She was more or less ready within five minutes, opting to keep on JJ’s sweatshirt, paired with yesterday’s shorts. “How do I look?” she asked, shoving on sunglasses and reaching for a second cup of coffee.

“Hot.”

“Liar. Let’s go.”

They arrived at the Wreck, and JJ asked, as Kiara jumped out of the van, “When do you get off?”

“Four-thirty. Dad might make me stay longer to make up for showing up late, though.”

“I can’t get back here till five.”

“Okay, that’s cool. See you then! Thanks for the ride!” She downed the last of her coffee and chucked the travel mug into the back of the van through the window. She was still off-balance as she ran up to the door. JJ watched until she was inside. Today was going to go by so slowly, he could feel it.

***

The day ended up dragging by for everyone. There was usually quite a bit of work at the auto shop, but today was abnormally slow. The same went for the Wreck; as they approached the end of tourist season, their business dropped considerably. When five o’clock finally rolled around, Kiara dropped everything and bolted. JJ was just pulling into the parking lot, followed closely by John B and Sarah on JJ’s bike. “Pope’s meeting us there a little later!” Sarah called. She raised an eyebrow as Kiara approached, noticing JJ’s sweatshirt.

John B was trading off keys with JJ, “Sarah and I are going to pick up the kegs; meet you there?”

Despite the earliness, a few kids were milling around when the crew arrived, mostly Tourons. JJ and Kiara started a bonfire and kicked the party off with some of his cousin’s “cripple.” As it got later more and more people showed up, still mostly Tourons and other kids from the Cut, but a few Kooks made an appearance. Tensions still ran high between Kooks and Pogues, but if beer and weed were offered, they were pretty much willing to put aside their differences. The sun began to set, while the party began to heat up. Someone had brought a speaker and was blasting some obnoxious club mixes; people were dancing.

Sarah made her way over to the fire where Kiara was beginning to relax thanks to the joint in her hand. She’d had a few drinks at this point and was pleasantly buzzed. She tried to take the joint from Kiara but was pushed away. “You puke when you’re crossfaded, Sar!”

“I do not! Besides, I’m not even drunk.”

Kiara just laughed. Sarah plopped down next to her best friend and wrapped her arm around her. “I’m gonna miss you, Kie.”

“I’ll miss you, too. But don’t get emotional on me. Tonight we’re just having fun!” Kie put out her joint and threw it in the fire. Someone walking by handed the girls another drink.

“So,” Sarah wiggled her eyebrows and tugged on the sleeve of Kie’s - JJ’s - sweatshirt. “You and JJ?”

“Me and JJ, what?”

“Did you hook up?” Tipsy Sarah was even blunter and to the point than sober Sarah.

“God, no!” Kie couldn’t tell if the blood rushing to her face was due to the alcohol, the fire, or something else. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re wearing his clothes!”

“I’ve stolen clothes from all the guys, including your boyfriend! It doesn’t mean anything.”

Sarah hummed, half in disbelief. She decided not to fully change the subject. “Have you asked him yet?”

“Mm?” Kie hummed. “Oh… no. I don’t think he’ll want to go.” When Kie had realized JJ would be the only Pogue left in the Outer Banks this fall, she’d decided to ask him if he wanted to join her in Europe. She knew he had talked a big game about running away to Yucatan at sixteen, and perhaps he’d like to see a bit of the world. It’s not like they were strapped for cash, or he really needed his job at the auto shop. Even though they’d had to turn over most of the gold when John B and Sarah brought it back from the Bahamas, the crew had managed to hide enough of it away that they were pretty much set. The jobs they held were more for appearances, and so their parents didn’t ask too many questions.

“Of course he’ll want to go! Even if he doesn’t, worst-case scenario is he says no, and you go alone like you were already planning.” Sarah watched as Kie started chewing on her lower lip like she did when she was anxious. “Unless you don’t want to go alone?”

Kiara didn’t want to admit it, but she really didn’t want to travel by herself. She could take care of herself just fine and she enjoyed her alone time, but she’d never left the country before, and the thought of being so far from home with no one familiar around was starting to worry her. Just a little bit. She downed another beer and reached for another joint, saying lightly, “No I’m totally fine!”

“She says as she gets totally smashed,” Sarah muttered under her breath. Kie had gotten up and dragged a random Touron girl to dance with her.

Kiara’s tolerance was pretty high when it came to intoxicating substances, she rivaled JJ, though he wouldn’t admit it. By the time Sarah had joined her she was quite relaxed, so when she’d decided to dance she was well on her way to wasted, the combination of weed and beer making her a little dizzy. As she spun around with the pretty redhead in front of her, she caught sight of JJ standing way too close to a girl who was obviously there with her boyfriend. Kie fought the urge to roll her eyes until she noticed the boyfriend was equally fascinated with whatever bullshit JJ was spilling. She laughed to herself; leave it to JJ to flirt with a girl and get her boyfriend thrown in the mix, too. Somehow the thought of JJ flirting with someone else bothered her, but she chalked it up to the anxiety of asking him to go traveling with her. She called out for more beer.

JJ was having an alright time. He’d drank much less than he normally did, and he hadn’t even touched the joint in his pocket. The party he had been so excited for was setting him on edge for a reason he couldn’t quite place. His mind kept wandering back to the ride over to the Boneyard, with Kiara clinging to his waist as he took the backroads on his bike... There was a cute Touron girl talking to him and he allowed himself to flirt back until she introduced him to her boyfriend. He was always wary of boyfriends, and for once he really didn’t want to start a fight, so it was surprising when the boyfriend started flirting back. Shit. JJ thought and tried to back the hell out of that situation, a situation he normally would have been dying to jump into. He was two seconds from bolting just to get away from them, when Pope stumbled up, crashing into him drunkenly.

“Dude, you’re wasted!” JJ chuckled gratefully, pulling his less-than-sober friend away from the Tourons. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Enough,” Pope laughed. He was a happy drunk, though JJ could tell he was a moment away from puking. He steered Pope towards the cooler full of non-alcoholic drinks and fished out a water bottle. “Drink all of it,” he demanded.

Pope complied, first saying, “Kie’s dancing.” JJ had already noticed, of course. The pretty redheaded girl he didn’t recognize had her arms around Kie’s waist and they were passing drinks back and forth, neither of them anywhere near sober. Even drunk, Kie’s dancing was amazing. And she didn’t care who danced with her, she was always looking for a partner. Part of JJ wished he had been closer to her, and maybe she would have pulled him into the dance instead of the other girl. He was pulled away from the scene by the sound of Pope losing his entire dinner. “Shit,” Pope groaned. “I think I’m sticking with Coke for the rest of the night.”

“You do that, man,” JJ laughed.

The party wore on, but JJ stayed near Pope, making sure he wouldn’t pass out or anything. A nervous-looking girl wandered over, she was obviously not drinking and seemed rather uncomfortable with the whole situation. Pope asked her where she was from and she awkwardly explained that she was here with her sister, who had disappeared. To JJ’s surprise, Pope easily struck up a conversation with the girl, and she actually seemed interested in the crap he usually talked about - dead bodies and such. She actually knew a fair amount about forensics, studied it for a year or something. JJ decided to leave the two of them to their weird fascination with cadavers. He caught sight of Kie again, still with the redhead girl, though not really dancing anymore as much as stumbling aimlessly and laughing obnoxiously. JJ couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her that drunk.

Kiara saw JJ standing at the edge of the group of teens dancing. “JJ!” She cried wildly. She tugged the girl she was with along, “This is my bes’ frien’, you hafta meet him.” As she got closer, she waved, “J - JJ! Hi!”

She fell into him. He pulled her upright, saying, “Hey, Kie.”

“JJ! This is my friend! She’s so pretty. She’s..shit, wha’s your name?”

“Leah,” the girl giggled, in a North Carolina accent. She was as drunk as Kie. “OMG, y’all are too cute! She hasn’t stopped talking about you all night! I kinda thought I’d get to take her home with me, but not with you hangin’ around…” She trailed off with a boisterous laugh. She pulled a pen out of her pocket, grabbed Kiara’s arm, and started scribbling a phone number. “If you ever get bored with him, text me!”

“She’s so nice,” Kiara gushed. “So pretty. Her hair looks like the sunset, and she danced ama-amazing. Amazingly? Do you say amazing or amazingly? She smelled nice, too. Like strawberries.”

“Kie, how much have you had to drink?” Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes unfocused, her speech slurring more by the second.

“Dunno…” she whispered, too loudly. JJ took her arm and moved to lead her away from the crowd, back to where Pope was still chatting with his new friend, but she pushed him away. “Can do it myself!” She said belligerently, taking a few faltering steps, and promptly tripping over a stray piece of driftwood and falling hard into the sand. She laid in a crumpled heap, not bothering to move.

JJ rushed to her side, cursing himself for letting her get this bad. He made her sit up, and asked, “Did you hurt yourself?”

Kie nodded tears filling her eyes. She didn’t cry over injuries, so it was either the alcohol in her system, or she’d actually gotten pretty hurt. She put a hand to the side of her head, and JJ noticed a thin line of blood running in between her fingers. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said. “Let me see.” She’d hit her head on the driftwood as she fell, and though the scrape didn’t look too bad, head wounds did bleed a lot; he just hoped she hadn’t given herself a concussion. “Okay,” he continued. “That’s not so bad. C’mere, let’s clean you up.”

He steadied her as she struggled to her feet, but as soon as she took a step, she cried out. She sank back down to the ground this time clutching her foot. “Fuck,” she muttered. “Think I fucked up my ankle, too.” She’d moved past the happy-friendly-drunk stage, and was headed into angry-drunk territory, or maybe sad-drunk, neither of which JJ wanted to experience at that moment. He knelt to examine her foot, sliding her now-broken sandal off and prodding her ankle. He carefully wiggled her toes and twisted her ankle in various directions, checking for a break.

“Not broken,” he said finally. “Maybe sprained.”

“Fuck,” she growled - definitely into angry-drunk territory, now.

“I’m going to take you home-“ JJ started.

“No!” At this, the tears spilled over and down Kie’s cheeks, maybe sad-drunk after all. “No, I’m fucking shitfaced and my parents are going to kill me, especially after being late to work today…”

“Okay, okay. Wanna go to the Chateau instead?”

She nodded, tears still falling, her breathing erratic.

JJ managed to grab a water from the cooler and let Pope know what had happened. The harder task was convincing Kiara to drink the water before they took off on his bike. He would have preferred to take the van, but John B was nowhere to be found, and neither was Sarah. They were probably off getting into trouble somewhere. The bike ride back to the Chateau was surprisingly nice, Kiara still retaining enough sense to cling to JJ’s shirt, even if her balance was off. Once they pulled up to the door, JJ reached to help her dismount. “I can- I can do it myself!” She said.

“That’s what you said before you fucking concussed yourself, Carerra.” He lifted her off the bike easily and tried to set her on the ground, but her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into him.

“You smell nice,” she muttered.

“Sheesh, Kie, if you wanted to cuddle, you could have just asked. Didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

They’d barely made it to the Chateau’s bathroom when Kie groaned, “Gonna puke.” JJ held her hair as she knelt in front of the toilet.

“Did you mix, Kie?” He asked surprisingly gently.

She nodded, catching her breath.

“You know better than that.”

She nodded again.

“That first-aid kit is still around here, right?”

Kie groaned in response resting her head against the toilet bowl. JJ continued rummaging in the cabinet, before finding a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a small first-aid kit. The cut on her head had almost stopped bleeding, so he started there, wiping it clean with peroxide. He handed her a wad of gauze and guided her hand to hold it to her head. “Hold this,” he said, as her hand started to drop. He placed her hand back on her head. “Hold this here. I’m getting ice.”

JJ returned with two bags of ice, one of which he placed on her rapidly swelling ankle. The other was for her head. He found antiseptic and a large bandage for her head. “How’d you get so good at this?” Kiara slurred.

“Practice,” he said with a grimace.

“Shit… sorry.” JJ hadn’t seen his dad in over a year at this point, but he still had a hard time talking about the things he experienced. Both Pope and Kie had tried to convince him to talk to a professional about his problems without much luck. Still, he had come a long way.

Once JJ had helped Kie clean up her injuries, he left her to take a shower. She noticed the redhead’s - Leah’s - phone number on her arm, and rolled her eyes with embarrassment; she set about scrubbing it off. When she stepped out of the shower, she saw he had left her a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt. She found some toothpaste and fumbled through brushing her teeth with her finger while inspecting herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red-rimmed and glassy, there was a massive bandage on the side of her head, and she was nowhere near sober, so some improvement was needed. Maybe sleep would help. She limped into the living room, her still wet hair dampening the back of the t-shirt and making her shiver. She flopped onto the pull-out, and almost dozed off.

JJ shook her leg, “Hey, Kie, you hit your head, you can’t sleep yet.”

She groaned as she sat up, “Dammit, Maybank.”

“You’re the one who decided to get totally shitfaced! Tea?” He handed her a hot cup of mint tea.

“Since when do y’all keep tea in this place?” She was grateful for the warmth, the mint soothing her dehydrated throat, and relaxing her.

“Since Sarah.” JJ made a face that, even drunk, Kie knew he didn’t really mean. He climbed onto the pull-out next to her, and she leaned into him, her head on his shoulder.

“It’s gonna be weird without them…” Kie said, trying to keep her eyes open.

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll finally get some damn peace and quiet around here,” he said lightly.

“You won’t get lonely?” Kiara hadn’t meant to shift to that particular topic of conversation, but she was drunk enough she didn’t care.

“Probably will,” JJ was surprised at his own honesty, but then again, Kiara was so far gone, she probably wouldn’t remember this conversation.

“Come with me,” she said suddenly, sitting up.

“What?” JJ laughed nervously.

“To Europe. Come with me.” The words were just spilling out, now. Kie could feel her cheeks burning and decided to blame it on the alcohol, and maybe the tea. “The Outer Banks will always be here when we get back, so why not see the world with me?”

“Kie, you’re drunk,” JJ said slowly. “And you’re hurt, and you’re tired. You don’t really want me to come with you. I’d fuck up all your plans.”

“No, no you wouldn’t!” She made sure to set her cup of tea on the floor, despite the fact she almost fell off the pull-out doing so. Sitting on her knees, she leaned toward him, “JJ, I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while. I think you’d have fun, and I can’t stand the thought of you staying here alone!”

“Kiara, it’s a really bad idea. Imagine how much damage I could do in another country,” he laughed, though his voice was tight.

“That’s why we’d go together. To keep each other out of trouble and patch each other up when we do get scraped up. We’d have each other.” She was leaning over him now, her face inches from him.

“Kie, you’re drunk-“ he started again. She closed the last few inches left, and pressed her lips to his, sloppily.

He pushed her away and jumped up. “No,” he said firmly. He started pacing, “Damnit, Carerra, you’re the one always going on about consent, and you’re fucking wasted right now, and do you know how long I’ve been waiting for that-“ he cut himself off. “Fuck! I wish you were sober right now!”

He took off then, out the back door onto the porch. Through the window, Kie watched him fish a joint out of his pocket along with his lighter. He shakily ran his fingers through his hair and flopped down to sit on the stairs, staring out across the sound.

Kiara blinked furiously, tears of anger, sadness, embarrassment threatening to spill over. She was not sober, she knew, but she wasn’t that drunk either. The shower and tea had gone a long way to sobering her up. Granted, she probably shouldn’t have relied on the alcohol to get her through that conversation. And kissing him? God, what was I thinking?!

Wiping her eyes, she grabbed the quilt off the pull-out, made another cup of tea, and made her way out to the deck. It was slow going, with her sprained ankle and all, but in a moment she was easing herself down to sit next to JJ. She wrapped the quilt around their shoulders and handed him one of the mugs of tea. She leaned into his side, setting her chin on his shoulder. He tensed but didn’t pull away.

“Kie-“ he started.

“No, I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have… I am drunk.”

They sat in silence for a few moments. Between the tea and the joint, JJ had started to unwind. Kie was getting sleepy, each time she blinked her eyes stayed closed for a little longer. “Can we talk about it tomorrow?” She murmured.

“Sure, Kie.” He wrapped his arm around her then. “Yeah, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

***

Kiara woke up in JJ’s bed, again. She didn’t remember going to bed or falling asleep, honestly, she didn’t remember going inside at all. The last thing she remembered was the smell of JJ’s shirt, saltwater and bonfire, and weed and dozing off on the porch stairs. She was still wrapped in the quilt from the pull-out, now. Her head and ankle were throbbing, but there was a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water on the nightstand, which she took advantage of. JJ was nowhere to be seen, and the rest of the house was quiet; she wondered if any of the other Pogues had even bothered to come home the night before. On occasion, when a party got really out of hand, they would just crash in the van until they could drive again. As Kie made her way into the kitchen, her suspicions were confirmed, it was still just her and JJ. She smelled coffee.

“Mornin’,” she said softly. JJ was leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in one hand, a cigarette in the other. She poured herself a cup of coffee and pulled herself up onto the counter.

“You sleep well?” JJ asked.

She nodded.

“Headache?”

Again, she nodded, then laughed, “This is so fucking domestic, who are we?”

The silence that followed was awkward. Kiara finally broke it, “Listen, about last night…”

“Kiara, I don’t want to-“

“We have to talk about it, J. I’d rather get it over with.” He sighed and gestured for her to continue.

“Okay,” she began. “I didn’t ask you to come with me to Europe because I was drunk. If I’m honest with myself, I got so drunk because I was nervous to ask you to come with me.”

“Why were you nervous?” JJ hated how small his voice sounded.

“Um, I guess I didn’t want you to say no. I’m kinda nervous to travel by myself and be away from the Pogues for so long.”

“Oh, and I’m the only one without plans, so I’m the only one left to ask.” There was no malice in his voice. It was just a fact.

“No, you were actually my first choice,” she held eye contact with him, willing herself to feel more confident. “Regardless of the others’ plans, I wanted to ask you.”

“Why me, Kie?” He’d put out the cigarette and set down his coffee cup.

She took a deep breath and decided to be honest with him and with herself, for the first time. “Because you’re my best friend, and I can’t stand that I won’t see you for months if I go alone. Because you’re the kindest person I know, despite everything you’ve been through. Because I was so fucking jealous last night when I saw you talking to other people that I got absolutely shitfaced and tried to make you jealous, too, but even then you weren’t, and you were still nice to me. Because when I made a total fool of myself and busted my ass you took care of me. Because even though I made things totally awkward you were still sweet and even carried me to bed, I think, I mean who does that-“

“Kie…”

She continued, “Because even though I waited until I was drunk to kiss you, I’ve been wanting to do that for a fucking long time-“

In two steps, JJ had crossed the kitchen to her and grabbed her face in his hands. He captured her lips with his, almost desperately. When they broke apart, he said, “Kiara, I’ve loved you since we were thirteen.”

“You’ve got me beat, Maybank. I’ve loved you since we were sixteen.” They both chuckled. “What took you so damn long?” She asked.

“Me? What about you? And your stupid, ‘no macking on other Pogues’ rule?”

“Fuck that rule,” she said and pulled him back to her for another kiss.

“Now that I’m pretty much sober, and only slightly hungover,” she said. “Will you please come with me to Europe?”

“Well, since you’re sober…” he said gently. “I’ll follow you anywhere, Kiara.”

For JJ, August was still full of gold and light and sunsets and new beginnings, and now that he had Kiara, it probably always would be. The Outer Banks and the Pogues would all be there when they returned.

#obx #outer banks #obx fic #outer banks fanfic #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jiara #jj maybank x kiara carrera #jiara fic #fanfic #fics with liv

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gameofdrarry · 4 years ago

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Quidditch Player!Draco

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Seeker, Chaser, Keeper by VivacissimoVoce Rated: Mature Words: 59181 Tags: Quidditch, Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Falling In Love, Competition, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Post-Hogwarts, Snark Summary: Rumor has it that a wealthy investor is starting up a brand new professional Quidditch team and he’s looking for players. Harry and Draco both want to make the team, but there can be only one Seeker. Will competing for the position bring them closer or drive them further apart? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Coming Home by PalenDrome (nerdherderette) Rated: Mature Words: 9828 Tags: Major Character Death, Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Ghost Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Loss, Grief/Mourning, Angst and Feels, Marital Bonds, Bonds Beyond Time, Flashbacks, Domestic Fluff, Mild Sexual Content, Ghost Sex, Mentions of Offscreen Canon-Typical Violence, Loneliness, Drinking, Reckless Driving, Hopeful Ending, Moving On, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020 Summary: Three years after his world was shattered, Harry tries to pick up the pieces at the place he once called home. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Guest by BummedOutWriter Rated: Mature Words: 59826 Tags: Kid Fic, Mpreg, Time Travel, Boggarts, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Auror Harry Potter, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Seer Draco Malfoy, Grimmauld Place, Chudley Cannons, Slytherins Being Slytherins, Visions, Potions Accident, Prophecy, Truth Serum, Humor, Animagus, Family, Bottom Draco Malfoy Summary: In consequence of an accidental spell, Harry and Draco's five-year-old daughter is sent ten years into the past, where she meets her teenaged parents. Awkwardness ensues. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Falmouth Falcons Conundrum by slytherco Rated: Teen And Up Words: 1177 Tags: Press and Tabloids, Quidditch, Quidditch Player Harry Potter, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Getting Together, The Daily Prophet, Press Articles, Gossip, Secret Relationship, Fanart, Snippets, Illustrated Summary: A collection of The Daily Prophet snippets over the years after The Falmouth Falcons recruit a new Beater, one Draco Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Closer by fanfictionbubbles Rated: Explicit Words: 11480 Tags: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Quidditch, Magic Theory, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Quidditch Team Owner Harry Potter, Quidditch Injuries, Injured Draco Malfoy, Bets & Wagers, Post-Hogwarts, Oblivious Harry Potter, Sexy Draco Malfoy, Stubborn Harry Potter, Humor, One Shot, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, H/D Fan Fair 2019, Secondary Theme: Book Fair Summary: Harry makes a bet with Ron when he's not paying attention and ends up one Quidditch team up. Fine, he can deal with that. But then he finds out who the Seeker is and suddenly there's a whole lot more to deal with. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Pottering with Potter by keyflight790 Rated: Mature Words: 3606 Tags: Wizard Wireless Network, Dirty Talk,cListening for that Smut, Bad Radio Shows, Bad Slogans, even worse puns, Some Dad Jokes, Draco thinks Harrys homophobic but he's definitely not, The boys really need to learn how to talk to each other, No apologies are made by the writer for the bad jokes, Mentions of Sex, hearing, TasteofSmut 2020 Summary: Harry doesn't know why he has a wireless show either, but he's going to make the best of it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Rookie Moves by Elle Gray Rated: Explicit Words: 60061 Tags: Quidditch, Auror Harry Potter, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, Hotels, Charlie Weasley is a pillar of gayness and a great confidant, Friendly Squib, French National Team, Harry wondering if he's a bit gay, Witch Weekly meddling again, Rookie Aurors, shit coffee, Draco in a towel, Benedict Cumberbatch is probably a wizard, Nobody has forgotten the fiendfire, Scientific explorations of gayness, Shower shananigans, Blowjob or sandwich?, wanking, Blatant and enthusiastic nudity, shit got explicit!, a tiny bit of bondage, Bickering, Humour, Harry ties a few really good knots, Kink, but only entry-level kink, Explosions, Toast, a lot of tea, Veritaserum, frottage?, Lots of conjured lube, Hermione's chicken pie, That weird owl is back again, Switching, Wandless Magic, Español | Spanish, Eggs Benedict, English National Team, Dodgy Transfiguration, Misunderstandings, Funny, Snarky Draco Malfoy, Banter, Coming In Pants, Lemon Scented Draco Malfoy, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Outercourse, Robards has no boundaries, Chanero, Slut Shaming, A 16 year old human has SEX, oh no, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Bodyguard, accidental magic, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Shibari, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Bisexuality, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Sex God But Still Insecure Draco Summary: So the war's over and Harry's a Rookie Auror, and everything seems... fine? I mean, he's single, his life is mostly work and he hasn't been out in ages and he's tired and annoyed most of the time, and he should probably be a bit more social, but the last time he kissed a girl he had to Obliviate her... but that's normal, right? And then Robards throws him a file, yells at him a bit and he finds himself guarding Malfoy of all people, and maybe that little feeling in his gut he thought he'd disproved as indigestion once and for all.... maybe was something else. Something lots gayer. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Of Mirrors, Farms and Quidditch; AKA Luna Fixes Everything by twistedmiracle Rated: Mature Words: 23554 Tags: Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Mutual Masturbation, Harry Potter/OMC - Freeform, Community: hd_erised, Post-Hogwarts, Quidditch, harry is a farmer, Draco plays professional Quidditch, Luna and Pansy run a matchmaking service, Ron and Hermione have a teething infant and a sleep deficit, Don't copy to another site Summary: Harry's got his whole life under control, and everything is great! Well, except for the bloody, hideous press. And he's kinda… lonely. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Kisses Don’t Count, If No One Else Knows by oldenuf2nb Rated: Explicit Words: 41492 Tags: FeelsFriends With Benefits, Secret Relationship, Pretend Relationship, Misunderstandings, Switching, Sexual Tension, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Snarky Draco Malfoy, Sexy Draco Malfoy, Long-Haired Draco Malfoy, Pining Harry Potter, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Minister for Magic Harry Potter, Head Auror Ron Weasley, Undersecretary Hermione Granger, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Wizarding Politics (Harry Potter), Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, H/D Sex Fair 2020 Summary: Minister for Magic Harry Potter does not love his job. The one bright point in his life is his secret relationship with Quidditch Super Star Draco Malfoy. When they're 'outed' by a peeping tom with a camera, Harry has to decide what's really important. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Nimble Fingers by Ladderofyears Rated: Explicit Words: 2627 Tags: Quidditch Player Harry Potter, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Masturbation in Shower, Inappropriate Erections, Fantasizing, Banter, Flirty Language, Invisibility Cloak (Harry Potter), Nudity, showering, Mutual Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Peeping, Orgasm, Happy Ending Summary: Draco is happily masturbating in the showers after Quidditch practice when he gets a surprising visitor. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Do I Make You Cringe? by Theartfulldodger Rated: Mature Words: 4710 Tags: Quidditch, Professional Quidditch, Angst, Angry Harry, Seeker Draco Malfoy, Beater Harry Potter, Pining, Mild Sexual Content, Adult Language, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Alcohol, Falmouth Falcons, Shower Sex, Sort Of, Hand Jobs, Quidditch Player Harry Potter, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Casual Sex, Friends With Benefits, POV Alternating, Harry does not deal with trauma very well, Draco has caught the feels and just wants to help, Tattooed Harry Potter Summary: Harry and Draco play for the Falmouth Falcons, a professional quidditch team known for its questionable sportsmanship. While they've been sleeping together casually for months, Draco wonders if Harry's means of coping with his past might prevent them from having more. ❤️ Read on AO3

#quidditch #quidditch player draco #drarry #drarry recs #game of drarry #wizards hearts #wh masterlist

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faefictions · 5 years ago

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Lonely People | Ch 1

(If you would like to listen to the Lonely People playlist, either send me an ask/message or search for it on my profile!)

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader (slowburn, enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 4,015

Warnings: underage drinking (that’s all for this chapter, but I would just like to state now that this story will deal with some heavy topics later on, such as abuse, addiction, and mental health issues. Those chapters will have those warnings before them!!)

“Y/n get over here!”

She searched the room for the voice calling her name, scanning over what seemed to be hundreds of heads before her eyes landed on her friends. The 2 were standing next to the beer pong table, waving their hands, urging her to come over.

“Jace needs a partner,” Sierra explained, handing her the ping pong ball as she approached.

“And why couldn’t you play with him?”

“Because I wanted the best, now get over here,” Jace said, pulling her wrist so she would join him.

Ten minutes later, y/n had made every shot while the other team had made none.

“Well, as fun as that was, I think I need to actually drink,” she winked at Jace, before grabbing Sierra’s hand and rushing off to take shots.

“It’s really good to see you two finally socializing again,” Sierra commented loudly over the music.

“I told you he would get over it eventually,” y/n replied.

Just two months prior, Jace had tried to pursue a relationship with y/n, but her reply was less than ideal. Her exact words were that she didn’t “do the whole relationship thing”. They didn’t speak for more than a month after that, creating an awkward situation for Sierra considering their shared residence.

“I mean I don’t think he’s really over it, he just knows that ignoring you isn’t going to get him anywhere.”

Y/n poured 2 shots, hoping that her best friend would just drop the subject. She had done her best to avoid talking about it for the past two months.

“I thought you thought he was great anyway, I don’t get why you don’t just give him a chance,” Sierra remarked as she took the glass.

“How about shut up before I stop talking to you too,” Y/n joked, clinking their glasses together and downing the liquid.

2 shots later, the girls made their way to the living room of the house, sitting on the couch laughing through another story from Sierra’s childhood. This was their usual Friday night, although it wasn’t unusual to find them drunk at a party any other night of the week.

The three roommates were all in their sophomore year of college and at that point, it was a miracle that none of them had been kicked out of their university. They all had their fair share of absences, tardies, and failing grades.

Sierra and Jace grew up in the same town, and went to the same schools most of their lives. They didn’t really become friends until they went to college though. People tend to gravitate towards what is familiar, especially in foreign situations. That was the real reason the two became friends, but their bond became inseparable through their freshman year.

They had met y/n halfway through their first year. She was at a party with her old best friend and Sierra ended up accidentally spilling a drink all over her. She helped her clean up and introduced her to Jace. That was just the first party of many for the three. Y/n fit in right away, and their friendship extended to make them an inseparable group.

As they were laughing on the couch, the girls heard Jace’s cheers and laughter. They both turned around to see him running laps around the beer pong table, a sign that he had definitely had enough to drink already.

“We should probably get him home,” y/n stated, a bit disappointed that she hadn’t had the chance to drink nearly as much as she wanted to.

They both sighed as they got off of the couch, heading over to where he was still cheering. He was now high- fiving his partner, stumbling a little as he did.

“Hey Jace, Sierra isn’t feeling too well, we should go.”

The thing about getting a drunk 20 year old boy to leave a party is that he never wants to go. Without a good reason, there is no way he will depart without a fight. So the girls had a system of getting Jace home. They always lied about one of them feeling ill. If he wasn’t drunk every time they used it, he may have caught on.

“What a shame, he’s one hell of a partner,” the boy beside him chuckled out.

“Are you sure we’re talking about the same guy? Because as far as I’m concerned, he’s never made a shot in his life,” Y/n snarked, making Jace gasp comedically.

“I never said he was good, just fun. I’m Tom by the way.”

He reached out to shake both of the girl’s hands. Y/n looked at Sierra as she shook the boys hand, and it was obvious that her friend was smitten.

“I’m y/n, and this is Sierra.”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” he said, holding eye contact only with Sierra.

Jace came over to y/n and threw his arm around her shoulders in an effort to keep himself up, causing her to tense.

“You know it’s a good thing you guys are wanting to go, I’m starting to feel like maybe I had a liiittle too much.”

“Ok, big guy, let’s go,” she chuckled, then glanced to her other friend, “Meet us out front?”

Sierra nodded in response, prompting y/n to try to guide Jace out the front door. After a lot of struggling and weaving in-between underage drinkers, they were at the front door. As y/n reached to open it, Jace fell to the floor. She sighed in annoyance and tried to help him up, but he refused to let her grab him.

“You are the most stubborn piece of shit.”

“I could say the same about you,” he chuckled from the ground.

She rolled her eyes at his remark as Sierra and Tom appeared at her side.

“Need some help?” Tom asked.

“If you can work the miracle of getting him out the front door, be my guest.”

Tom stuck out his hand, and Jace took it right away, sticking his tongue out at y/n as he got up. The girls watched as Tom helped their roommate stumble out on the front lawn. They reached the front sidewalk when Jace suddenly stopped. He stumbled over to the tree a few feet away and used it to prop himself up while he spewed everywhere.

“We were only here for like an hour. How is he this drunk already?” y/n mumbled to Sierra.

“I told you he’s not over it. This is just exhibit A. Welcome back to the shit-show.”

A bit of guilt hit her in the chest, but she pushed it away. She told herself she shouldn’t feel bad for not liking her roommate back. At least she didn’t string him along, she told him the truth the second he mentioned his feelings.

“Hey, mate, everything ok over here?” they heard someone call over to Tom.

“Oh my God, there’s two of them,” Sierra squealed quietly to y/n, causing her to stifle a laugh.

Tom told his friend that he was helping the girls get Jace out of the house, and introduced the boy to them. “This is Harrison.”

They all mumbled some nice to meet you’s before returning their attention to Jace. He was now leaning against the tree, luckily his puking had paused.

“I’m taking the chance between hurls to start walking him home. You can stay here if you want, Si.”

She knew Sierra would have much rather stayed and gotten to know the boys. The expression on her face every time she glanced at Tom really gave it away.

“I’ll feel like a terrible person if I don’t help you get him home.”

“We live like 2 minutes from here, I’ll be fine. You should really stay. I don’t know that there will ever be a party where you don’t have to babysit Jace again.”

“Hey, I can still hear you,” Jace called from by the tree.

“Seriously, Si. Stay, and call me if you want me to come back and walk you home.”

Y/n walked over to Jace and put his arm around her shoulders again, helping him stand up. She was almost a whole foot shorter than him, so she wasn’t the best support, but she was better than nothing.

They got back to their apartment, only having to stop twice for Jace to puke again. As soon as they were in the door, he rushed to the bathroom in his room, too rushed to shut any doors. She sighed at the sound of him violently heaving, knowing he was going to feel like shit the next morning.

She went to her bathroom cabinet, grabbed some tylenol, and went into his room. She got his water from his bedside table, replacing it with the tylenol, and grabbed a blanket from his bed. Jace was sitting against the wall across from the toilet, so she took a place right next to him, setting the blanket over his legs.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

“No problem, now drink,” she said, handing him the water bottle. He reluctantly grabbed it and took a few sips before closing it again.

“I put some tylenol on your bedside table. Take a few when you wake up, and when you’re done they go in my cabinet. Where’s your phone?”

“In my jacket.”

“Ok,” she grabbed the phone from his pocket and walked to his bed to plug it in.

“It’s charging. Feel free to come knock on my door if you’re dying, Ok?”

“Ok… Thank you y/n. Seriously,” he was quiet, but she knew he appreciated her.

“Of course. What are friends for?”

She returned to her room, finally getting the chance to look at her phone.

She had four texts from Sierra.

OH MY GOD this Tom kid is my future husband stg

His friend Harrison is pretty cute too. We could double date. Jace would hate it ;)

TOM IS GOING TO WALK ME HOME LATER!! AHHHH!!!

It might be the alcohol, but I think I’m in love

She chuckled at her friend. Their romantic lives were exact opposites. Relationships were the last thing on y/n’s mind, love didn’t matter to her anymore. But to Sierra, EVERY-SINGLE approachable boy was automatically her new soulmate. Going to the mall with her was like going on Tinder. Y/n was annoyed by it initially, but she found it entertaining at this point in their friendship.

Y/n waited up for Sierra, wanting to be sure she got home safe. When she heard the front door open, she peaked her head out of her bedroom. She heard Tom and Sierra exchange goodnight’s, and watched as he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek before walking away.

The blush on Sierra’s cheeks was evident even in the dark, as she closed the door with wide eyes.

“Ok, for a heartless woman, even I thought that was adorable,” y/n whispered from her doorway. Sierra immediately turned to her, a giddy grin on her face.

“He was such a gentleman. Those don’t exist around here. I told you, I am marrying him. I have dibs. Every other girl can suck it.”

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On Monday morning, y/n woke up to her alarm loudly sounding off. She hated Monday’s because she had one of the only classes she cared about. She had it on Wednesday’s too, but skipping parties on a Tuesday was easier with her roommates. But Sunday nights were a little more difficult for her to turn in early. If she skipped class, she would feel guilty, but getting up at 7 am was hell. So when the alarm went off, she got up and threw on some pants and a sweater, bracing herself for the chilly morning.

She walked into one of her few Photography classes, being 2 minutes early for the first time all year, despite having stopped for coffee on the way. She sat down near the door on the left side of the room, getting her laptop out of her bag and sighing in and effort to ready her brain for the lecture.

It was a fairly small class, full of Visual Arts majors. Y/n wanted to be a photographer when she graduated, that was the reason she never skipped that class. Even if she got herself kicked out of the university, at least she would have soaked up some knowledge about what she actually wanted to do.

There were only about 12 students in the class when the professor, Mr. Sullivan, walked in, quick to comment on her being there before him. She wasn’t teachers pet, but she definitely had a relationship with this professor. She wasn’t lacking talent and he was quick to pick up on it. He wished she had better work ethic, but he knew that nothing he said could change that in her.

After the first few minutes, the full class was there, a measly 16 students. The professor was going over some kind of composition lecture, but y/n wasn’t exactly paying attention. She tried her best to not go out drinking on Sundays, specifically so she could go to her Monday morning class without a hangover, but Jace and Sierra had begged her to go out with them for a couple hours. They promised they would be home by 9 pm, but 9 turned to midnight, and by the time they were leaving, she was about 6 shots in. That was the point where she went over the line between tipsy and drunk.

So she was definitely hungover that morning, despite drinking a couple cups of water before bed. She tried her hardest to pay attention, but her professors voice was monotone and seemed to fade to the background, her headache the only thing on the forefront of her mind. She grabbed the bottle of pills she kept in her bag, full of tylenol and allergy pills. She took a couple pain relievers with the coffee on her desk, before trying again to concentrate on the lesson.

Halfway through the hour, her professor finally caught her attention by announcing that they were going to begin working on their midterm.

“We are going to be partnering with one of my colleague’s Fashion Modeling classes. I want you to make a portfolio as if you were applying to be a fashion photographer. I know that isn’t the field a good chunk of you are interested in, but it’s a good source of income and you might find yourself doing it on the side at times. You’ll all be paired up with a model at the end of class, and together, next week, you will find a few different outfits that our theatre department is nice enough to lend to us. The portfolio will be due on the last Wednesday of the quarter, so you will have about 2 months to complete it.”

Y/n sighed, resisting the urge to bang her head on her desk. She had taken portraits of families and High School seniors to make money on the side, so she knew how the general public was on the other side of her camera, but the one time she had worked with an aspiring model, she wanted to punch the girl’s face in. She was so bossy and entitled, and she openly said that she could have taken better photos of herself. After that, y/n openly hated models.

He continued on to show different examples of fashion photography from magazines and websites, being sure to go over every single tiny detail of his favorites.

With about 15 minutes left in class, someone poked their head in the door, asking if his class could join them. The modeling class came in. There were 18 of them, meaning that 2 of the photographers were going to be having 2 models. The only thing that would have made the situation worse for y/n would have been having to work with two models instead of just one.

“We took the liberty of pairing you up based on prior assignments,” her professor announced before starting to call off the names of partners.

She breathed a sigh of relief when the second photographer with 2 models was called out, knowing she only had to deal with one diva.

“Y/l/n, you will be photographing Harrison Osterfield.”

She looked around the room to see which model raised their hand. She was relieved that she would be working with a male model, and when she saw who was raising their hand, she was even more relieved to see the boy she had briefly met at the party on Friday night. He hadn’t seemed too horrible, so she had hope.

The professors finished calling out names and released the students to meet their models, get acquainted, and exchange contact information so they could begin planning shoots.

She said hello to Harrison as he approached her, opening her sketch app on her laptop, ready to begin planning shots.

“You’re Sierra’s friend right?”

“Yeah, y/n,” she said, reaching out to shake his hand.

“It’s nice to put a name to the face,” he smiled.

“Here,” she said, writing her name and number on a piece of scrap paper. She tore the excess off and handed it to him with a small smile.

He entered it into his phone, shooting her a text letting her know it was him.

“When you have exchanged information, you guys are excused. We will be meeting back here first thing on Wednesday,” the modeling professor announced

“Y/l/n, stay behind a second,” Mr. Sullivan called out before she could make her way out of the class.

“Ohhhhh,” the boy sitting next to y/n whispered to her.

“Oh, shut up, Rob,” she scowled, swatting at his shoulder, causing him to chuckle.

Y/n packed up her belongings in her bag, and made her way up to the professors, leaving Harrison behind without so much as a glance goodbye.

“So, y/l/n, we paired you two up for a reason. According to Mr. Reynolds over here, Harrison is the most promising model in his class. He asked me to pair him with my most talented.”

“And you didn’t give him to Robin?” she asked in false surprise, causing the professor to scoff.

“Don’t be a dumb ass. But since I paired him up with you, that means you are going to be coming to class on time from here on out, right? And hopefully this is the last class you come to with a hangover.”

“Professor, you and I both know I am too young to drink. I would never come to my favorite class with a hangover. How dare you?” she said, sarcasm thick in the entire interaction.

“They’re going to get along well,” Mr. Reynolds scoffed from the side.

“I’m serious, y/n. You and I both know you have more potential than you are showing right now. This is my second year with you, and I am not going to go as easy on you as last year. I’ve let a lot of your behavior slide, but I am not going to be like that anymore. I want a perfected 15 shot portfolio from you. Anything less will earn you a failing grade.”

Her smug expression fell, “15? You told everyone else 10.”

“Well, congratulations, you are my most promising student, and I’ll be holding you to a higher standard for this assignment. Show me you can do it and your final will be the same as everyone else’s at the end of semester.”

“Ok, fine, but you better expect an extra photo at the end of my portfolio, a picture of a very specific finger.”

He laughed at her snark, knowing fully well that she was serious. She had turned in a photo just like that for one of her assignments the previous year. The composition fit the criteria exactly, so he hadn’t failed her, and that had started his interest in her as a pupil.

“I’ll expect nothing less, I’ll see you on Wednesday, Ms. y/l/n.”

She smiled as she walked out the door, ready to go home and fall back asleep in her bed, but the boy in the doorway ruined her plans of that.

“Wow, you really have some balls,” Harrison said and she passed him.

“Were you listening to that whole thing?”

“Of course. I heard my name as I was walking out, so I had to eavesdrop. Glad to know I’m the most promising in my class, and that I’ll be working with the best photographer.”

“Oh, trust me, I am far from the best in my class. Sullivan just has some weird obsession with pushing me harder than anyone else. I think he thinks I am a prodigy or something, and he assumes that if he pushes me hard enough I’ll have some kind of breakthrough and become this amazingly famous photographer and I’ll owe it all to him. I would shut that theory down, but he lets me get away with a ton of shit because of it, so I let him think whatever he wants.”

“So if you aren’t this amazing photographer that he thinks you are, should I be worried about the midterm grade?”

“Oh, no, don’t worry about that. I have perfected the art of giving that man exactly what he wants. We’ll pass with flying colors.”

“Ok, good to know,” Harrison chuckled, “By the way, Tom hasn’t shut up about your friend since Friday night, in a very obnoxious way. Any chance she likes him too?”

“Why doesn’t he ask her himself?”

“Is that a yes?”

Of course y/n knew how much Sierra liked this guy. She had spent the weekend listening to her drone on and on about him, asking why he hadn’t texted back or complaining that he hadn’t shown up to the same parties. It had gotten old after the 17th time she had brought him up, so y/n understood where Harrison was coming from.

“That’s her business. But if he wants to see her, we’re going to a party tonight. I can send you the address.”

“But it’s a Monday.”

“And?”

“Do you often go out on Monday nights?”

“Day of the week doesn’t matter. You want the address or not?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Ok, well I’m going to go sleep off this headache, I’ll send it to you later.”

She departed their path, leaving him smiling after her. He was amused by her. She was a small girl with the personality of a seasoned bouncer outside a nightclub. Something told him that working with her was going to be a difficult task though.

Sure enough, a few hours later, he got a text from her. It was an address of a house about 20 minutes away from his shared apartment with Tom. Harrison was in his bedroom waiting for Tom to get home when he got it. He glanced at the message, too focused on the textbook in front of him to actually read it. He knew that if he was going to be going out that night, that he should get at least some of his work done beforehand.

Tom came through the door, throwing his bag down on the floor in exhaustion. He had 2 back to back morning classes and then a 4 hour shift at work. He wanted to lounge for the rest of the night, but his plans were quickly ruined when Harrison appeared from his bedroom.

“So guess what I did,” he called with a smug smile.

“Good afternoon to you too,” Tom replied, collapsing onto their sofa.

“You know that girl you won’t shut up about?”

Tom’s face lit up, eagerly asking Harrison to continue.

“I got the address of a party she’ ll be attending tonight. Figured you would want to go.”

“But it’s Monday.”

“That’s what I said. Sounds like you found yourself a party girl. You want to go or not?”

Tom let out a loud groan. Of course he wanted to go, he had a huge crush on Sierra, but he didn’t want to stand up ever again.

“Fine, when is it?”

“We’ll leave in 2 hours, lover boy.”

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interstellix · 5 years ago

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kind of people ↳ bang chan ft. stray kids

genre: fluff

summary: classmates can be cool but your kind of people are better

word count: 1146

requested: "Hii, could you do a imagine where reader and chan go on a late night drive?“

warnings: none

a/n: this... made me so fucking emo and soft oh my goshfjkdfdk

“can you come and pick me up?”

it’s not that you really dislike the friends in your class.

alright, truthfully, you’re not sure if you you can call them friends but you can talk to them and be with them. they’re good people! however, most of the time you only meet them within the campus of your university, rather than one of their places a late friday night.

they’re loud, unusually loud which most likely is due to the alcohol running inside them right now. they’re laughing, pulling jokes and have spent most of the time on gossip about people you hardly know, rate the looks of others in your class and which one of them you’d be up for to, well, get down with. at first, you didn’t really mind but they aren’t your friends. they aren’t your other friends, the friends outside uni.

they aren’t the friends you rather spend time with a late friday night.

thus, as much as you had felt a bit bad about it, you decided to get up from your spot in the sofa and drag a little lie, “hey, I don’t feel so well so... I think I’m gonna head home.”

and that’s how you find yourself in the autumn cold later that night, waiting for your ride to pick you up; a deep breath of relief emits from you when an all too familiar car pulls up by the side of the road.

“sorry for making you pick me up this late,” you sigh as you enter the car.

chan shakes his head with a small smile, “it’s fine, I wasn’t asleep anyway.” his gaze shifts back to the road and his foot returns to the pedal. “so, how come you wanted to leave?”

you shrug and despite now leaning your head against the window and looking out, you still answer him, “they’re just not my kind of people I guess.”

“did you apologize for ditching them?” “... no.”

chan immediately lets out an amused snort, “so they’re not your kind of people.”

clicking your tongue, you roll your eyes at him, “sorry for not being a fan of gossip and obnoxious people who only talk about who they’d like to fuck the most.”

“hey, it’s fine,” he chuckles and gives your knee a pat, “you don’t have to force yourself to it.” he momentarily pauses, only going on when he sees you silently nod in the corner of his eyes, “want me to drive you home?”

you think about it for a second before humming, “can we go for a drive?”

when chan nods, a thought sinks down on you; it’s only a bit after eleven but it could’ve been past midnight, it could’ve be two in the morning, it could’ve even been arond sunrise and your best friend would still respond in the same way.

the realization makes you slightly smile and somewhere in the back of your mind, you can’t help thinking about how blessed you’ve been for him - and the rest of your friends - to be your kind of people.

satisfaction fills you and you relax in the leather seat when chan starts playing music from his phone, secretly aware that he had, on purpose, gone for a song he knows is a favorite of yours.

other than the music, silence fills the air but it’s not of the bothersome type. it’s comforting, the type of silence you don’t feel forced to break for being painfully awkward. chan keeps only a single hand on the steering wheel; you’re not entirely sure when but before you’re aware of it, his other hand has already reached out to humbly rest on your knee, thumb drawing tender circles over your tights in a soothing manner.

the ride continues like that for quite a while, long enough for you to reach the almost empty highway by the outskirt of the colorfully, lit city. at some point, you eventually kill the silence and replace it with small talks, lame puns and laughter that you, without doubt, preferred over the ones with your classmates.

“y/n, are you sure you don’t wanna go home?” chan suddenly ask, glancing at you for a short moment in concer, “you sound tired.”

you shake your head in denial. “if I’m tired, it’s because of those girls,” you snort.

he laughs in response, bottom lip jutted outwards in surprise upon hearing your comment. “man, they’re really not your kind of people.”

“they are only people I hang out with at uni, chan,” you sigh, “I don’t really talk to the rest in my class.”

“I swear, you’re so anti-social if it’s not us.”

you shoot him a second glare only to make him laugh once again. “I’m not anti-social.”

“whatever you say, sweetheart,” chan hums, still grinning.

the conversation comes to a stop when his phone suddenly rings and in the speakers of the car, the music is replaced by someone’s voice; it doesn’t take a single second for you to pin-point of the voice whining almost ear-breakingly loud, “dude, pick y/n up and come over, the rest are already here.”

“dude? jisung, when did you get so informal with me,” chan scoffs but goes on shortly after, “what’s going on, you guys throwing a party or what?”

“party? no way,” jisung answers as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world, “a sleepover. you better come here fast, we’re about to watch the second movie and minho is eating up all the snacks.”

“wow, how nice of you to start before us,” you snort.

in return, he chimes, “oh, y/n is already with you? that’s even better, hurry up and c’mere already!”

chan glances at you, waiting for you to nod in agreement before answering, “sure thing, we’ll be there in twenty.”

“make it ten or we’ll lock the door!”

without letting any of you to continue, jisung ends the call and the music starts once again. next to you, you hear him sigh, “does he wants us in an accident?”

“are you surprised?”

despite your comment, he can almost hear the smile on your lips even as you’re turned away from him. he doesn’t comment this though and instead gives your knee another pat. “I hope you meant it when you said you’re not tired.”

“hm, what do you mean?” you say, curiously furrowing your eyebrows at him.

chan looks at you with a grin and as he speaks, none of you can’t help but laugh,

"what? you really think they’re gonna let us sleep tonight?”

he has a point; your friends are loud, probably louder than anyone else in your class. they’re grown up and yet often seem to have the mentality of five year olds and their silly and utterly childish behaviour often make you question your pick of friends.

however,

they’re still your kind of people.

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kthstrawberryshortcake · 5 years ago

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Snowflakes or Sugarplum Fairy

pairing: jin x reader

genre: fluffy Christmas fluff

warnings: none. perhaps verging on cheesiness and that’s it.

word count: 2k-ish

This is just a little cute festive fluff starring my love Kim Seokjin. :) I hope you all enjoy it!

Also, RIP Jjangu :’( I wanted to include a dog as part of the plot so it felt fitting to make it him.

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At first it seemed like an ordinary Saturday afternoon near Christmastime. The winter cold had everyone bundled up, trudging through a light layer of snow as they made their way down the streets. Y/N walked toward her favorite coffee shop, looking forward to her habitual quiet reading and soaking in the ambience of the shop. She eventually reached her destination, the warmth enveloping her as she stepped inside. She lightly tapped the snow off her boots on the door mat before getting in line. She aimlessly looked around the shop as she waited before noticing a man a few people ahead of her in line.

He was facing away from her, towards the counter. He was tall with black hair and very broad shoulders. He was the kind of person who would attract anyone’s eye. He briefly turned his head to look at something and Y/N caught a glimpse of his profile. First of all, he was almost criminally gorgeous. But there was something else. She had a strong feeling that she knew him from somewhere. He looked so familiar. Then it hit her. Was it possible that she was staring at…. Kim Seokjin?!

He had been her best friend for most of her childhood, up until halfway through high school when he moved away. The last time they had seen one another, he was still a scrawny kid, looking more like a gawky boy than a man. Y/N thought about it, supposing he could’ve been a late bloomer and just have majorly lucked out when it came to the result of puberty. After all, it had been almost ten years now, she had no clue what he looked like anymore. Y/N was pulled out of her daze when she had reached the front of the line, her turn at the counter having come. There the man was, standing next to her and tapping her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention.

“I hope you don’t find me too forward, but I took the liberty of getting a drink for you. I wanted to be sure I didn’t miss out on a chance to talk to you.” He said with a charming smile. Y/N stared up at him. “….Jin?” she asked tentatively, her eyes wide and her voice unsure. A puzzled expression crossed his face and he blinked at her in confusion. “I’m not sure what you mean…. We’ve never met before, but I saw you and couldn’t help but want to speak to you.” The man said, causing Y/N confusion. So this WASN’T Kim Seokjin after all? How odd. Well, regardless of if he was her long lost friend or not, he was a very handsome and friendly guy, so Y/N decided to talk to him.

He held out a coffee cup to Y/N, and she took it, offering a smile in return. “What is it?” She inquired, smelling the hot steam wafting out of the cup to try to identify the cup’s contents. “Earl grey. You looked like a tea kind of girl.” The man answered, a bit of a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Y/N grinned. “Excellent guess.” She replied. The man glanced out the window, thinking for a moment before asking, “Would you like to take our drinks and go for a walk with me? The snow is so lovely.” Y/N nodded at the suggestion, agreeing with the sentiment completely. “Yes, I love the snow. Winter is my favorite.” The two exited the shop, walking side by side down the sidewalk, eventually reaching a large park, where the trees were adorned with snow and ice, making the scene almost unreal.

Y/N took in the scene around her with a sense of wonder. “It makes me think of The Nutcracker, it has that kind of magic about it…” She said quietly, almost to herself, but her companion smiled at her comment. “So is it the snowflakes or the sugar plum fairy?” he asked, and her gaze snapped to meet his in surprise. “You know it,” Y/N said, more as a statement than as a question, but the man nodded. “As a child I had a friend who made me go see The Nutcracker every year.” He replied, and Y/N’s mind flew back to when she and Seokjin had made the tradition of always seeing the ballet together each winter. “What a strange coincidence…. I used to go as well, with someone special to me.” She murmured, feeling a small pang of sadness at the lost joy of her childhood friendship.

Nothing had been the same after he had left. The rest of high school was boring without him, and it wasn’t until her final year of university that she could bring herself to see The Nutcracker again, it seeming too sad to go without her old partner in crime. The man studied her face. “Are you alright?” He inquired before she nodded in response. “Memories are a dangerous thing, you know? You can hold onto the warmth and the joy of the past, but the feelings it brings evaporate so quickly. On the other hand, things you haven’t considered in years can suddenly grip your heart and pull you down.” Y/N said as they strolled slowly through the park. He stared at her for a moment before looking straight ahead again. “Yeah. I know a little something about dangerously longing for the past.” His expression was distant and a little pained for a moment, before he sighed, shaking his head as his features returned to neutral.

“The person you saw The Nutcracker with…They’re not around anymore?” He inquired casually. Y/N shook her head. “No. It was my best friend. I’m not sure if he even cared anything about seeing the show, to be honest, but he was probably the kindest person I’ve ever met. He was really caring and he knew how much I loved it, so we always went, every year without fail.” She smiled to herself at the memory. “I always had a bit of a crush on him actually, in middle school and high school. Well, the part he was there for. He was this gawky kid but he was my favorite person on Earth.” He was smiling a little now, too, watching their feet make footprints in the snow as they walked.

“What were you like at that age?” He asked curiously, and she gave a little laugh. “Very shy. I didn’t have very many friends, but the few I had were good ones. I loved animals, still do, so I volunteered at the animal shelter here and there. I had more interest in books and music than in socializing. My best friend and I…we used to have movie night every single Friday, and that was the highlight of my week. At least, through the end of sophomore year. The last two years of high school were different. I spent a lot more time alone at that point. Once you’ve had an awesome friend, someone who really gets you and you feel close to, it’s hard to settle for the kind of mediocre friend who doesn’t understand you or is always letting you down.” She explained, looking over at him to see him frowning, still looking down.

Just then, a small dog came bounding through the snow across the park, letting out an excited bark as it approached. Its tail was wagging wildly and its white fur made it blend in with the snow. Y/N crouched down and held her hand out to the dog, and it pressed the side of its head into her hand for petting. “Jjangu, what are you doing out here?!” She asked the dog, almost as if she expected, a reply.

The dog moved over to her companion, jumping up on his legs before he crouched down as well, scratching behind its ears. “It’s funny…My friend I spoke about, this is his grandmother’s dog. He’s usually kind of standoffish with new people, but I guess he really likes you,” she said, confused by Jjangu’s very out-of-character friendliness. The man shrugged. “I’m a dog person, maybe he can just tell.” Y/N nodded, accepting that explanation. “I’m assuming you know where he lives? Should we take him home?” He suggested. “Good plan. It’s just down this road.” Y/N pointed to the street she was referring to.

The three followed the snow-covered sidewalk out of the park and down the road in comfortable silence. “I can’t believe I’m just realizing this, but I never got your name,” Y/N said in surprise just as they approached the house. Her new friend opened his mouth to answer but before he could, the front door opened and Jjangu ran to his owner, a cute little old lady with a wide grin on her face. “My little Seokjinnie, I’m so happy to see you!” She exclaimed, causing Y/N’s eyes to widen drastically in shock. “Seokjin?!” Y/N replied incredulously, almost squeaking it out in surprise. Seokjin smiled a little guiltily, now blushing slightly. “Surprise, Peanut,” he said, using his old nickname for her.

“Come in, kids, you’ll freeze to death!” Seokjin’s grandma Mrs. Kim said as she ushered them inside, closing the door behind them. Mere minutes later Seokjin and Y/N were sitting in the living room to talk, while Mrs. Kim made hot chocolate in the kitchen. Y/N was still staring at him in total shock, breathless and way caught off-guard. “I…. you…. you said we hadn’t met before!” she exclaimed, and Seokjin’s cheeks turned even redder. “I wanted to talk to you without the context of having a history. I didn’t want to insert myself back in your life if you only liked me because we knew each other as kids. I guess me moving away really made high school tough on you, huh?” He sighed, and Y/N blushed, avoiding eye contact.

“Well, yeah. I really missed you. Plus, like I said, having a close friendship to compare it to made most other shallow friendships seem pointless and disappointing.” She admitted, watching Jjangu sleep by the fire. He smiled slightly. “I missed you too, you know. You don’t just forget your best friend because you moved away.” He said, and she looked up at him. “So you had a crush on me, huh?” He asked, causing her eyes to widen and her cheeks turn red. “I, um, uh… when we were kids…” She mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

He took her hands, causing her to look up at him in surprise. “I had the huuuugest crush on you too, you know.” He admitted, smiling at her. “I was the most awkward kid, though, so how do you as a gawky teenage boy tell your cute best friend you like her? I could never gather the courage.” He said with a little shrug. She laughed and leaned over to hug him. He hugged her back. They stayed like that for a bit, and it felt like coming home. They let go of each other after a moment, both wearing the biggest smiles that they’d had in recent history.

“You know, there’s a performance of the Nutcracker tomorrow afternoon…” He said hopefully. “Let’s go.” Y/N replied immediately, hardly able to believe that this was happening after so many years. Seokjin was looking at her intently before he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She blinked in surprise, temporarily shocked, but then she leaned back in and kissed him again. “I guess we have to make up for lost time…” She said quietly, to which he just nodded.

“Oh, goodness, you know, I predicted this years ago!” Mrs. Kim laughed as she entered the room, clearly reading the romantic atmosphere. She handed them each a mug of hot chocolate. Seokjin smiled to himself as he sipped on his drink. “Fourteen year old me would be losing his mind right now.” He laughed, almost making Y/N spit her hot chocolate across the room at him saying that in front of his grandmother. “Jinnie, you big dork.” She muttered as Mrs. Kim looked on in amusement. Y/N had found her Nutcracker Prince, she thought to herself, and more importantly, her best friend was back, and she wasn’t letting him go ever again.

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Uwu y’all I love this a little too much, it gives me the warm fuzzies. <3

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chronicparagon · 4 years ago

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Free Verse

I decided to move this to its own post to keep verses better organized and make Harmony’s information versatile.

The profile for Harmony’s Free verse is below.

NAME: Harmony Halcyon NICKNAMES: Harm, Har, Harmy, Ha-chan, Har-chan, Mato Ciqana (by her family, which means Little Bear).

Her nickname in her family changes to Mato when she inherits her grandfather’s Lakota name in honor of graduating from high school. AGE: Varies by verse between 18 years to 26 years. Default age is 19-20. POSITION: Default verse is a university student majoring in nursing and member of the swim club. Becomes a certified midwife nurse later on. RESIDENCE: Grew up on the Black Hawk Reservation in Montana, United States. Her current location depends on the verse. FAMILY: Destiny Halcyon (mother), Lucas Halcyon (father), Issac “Mato” Halcyon (grandfather, deceased). NOTE: Mato means bear or fiercely angry in the Lakota language. Harmony’s relatives are found here: LINK

ETHNICITY: Native American (enrolled member of the Lakota) Note: She’s half Lakota Sioux, a quarter Crow (the Crow Nation), and a quarter Euro-American (Irish and British). SEXUALITY: Pansexual

RESIDENCE: Grew up on the Black Hawk Reservation in Montana, United States. She moves to Yokota Air Force Base near Tokyo before relocating to Iwatobi when her father retired from the Air Force.

IMAGE COLOR: Turquoise MOTIF ANIMAL: Grizzly bear SWIMMING STYLE: Butterfly, breaststroke, freestyle (crawl)

Reference

Art made by Yohao88

Appearance: Her long hair is dark brown, sometimes mistaken as black with long bangs and gray eyes. Harmony stands about 5 foot 4 inches (162.5 cm) who is toned due to working out with a pear-shaped figure. Her weight fluctuates between 135-140 pounds (61.2- 63.5 kg).

Her style varies. Compared to many girls in Iwatobi, Harmony is deemed to be a bigger girl due to her figure and musculature. Harmony is a member of the Lakota tribe from her father’s side. It was a goodbye present from her grandfather before leaving Black Hawk.

Harmony has three piercings. One on each ear lobe and she has a piercing on her tongue. When she swims, the piercings are replaced with retainers.

She also has features indicating her motif. Harmony has sharper canines to resemble a grizzly bear’s teeth. Hidden beneath her clothing are ghastly scars over her body. Her upper back, right shoulder from childhood. Growing up, there’s a reason why she opts to wear long sleeves. By the time she turned eighteen, Harmony received a tattoo on her upper back of an eagle.

Note: Due to cultural norms, Harmony would conceal the tattoo in public in Japan. in other verses where she is located elsewhere, she would be more likely to reveal her tattoo and scars.

More information for it can be found here: Link

PERSONALITY: Generally, Harmony a shy girl who can get excited on occasion. This can be off-putting to other people, especially if she just met them. It makes her come off as socially awkward. Most of the time, she’s more reserved, often in the background. She fears that people won’t like her because of the color of her skin, her name, or the scars she hides. This makes her have little confidence in herself. It will take time for Harmony to warm up to someone. Once she does, she’s sweet, even affectionate. Her most noticeable traits are her kindness, being polite, and quiet nature. Much like a grizzly bear, she can be fierce, which may be a bit scary. It occurs when she witnesses injustice or when her friends are in trouble. This is a little bit of a contrast to what she was like living in Tokyo prior to moving to Iwatobi. She was more belligerent and had a habit of getting herself into trouble. This is explained more in detail to what brought this on in her full backstory, which is further down the profile. She’s stubborn, sometimes this can do more harm than good. Harmony means well, but even after living in Japan for several years, she still has much to learn and a lot to adjust to. Harmony is dedicated, sticking to her tasks to the end. The last thing she wants to do is let anyone down.

BASIC MEDICAL INFORMATION BLOOD TYPE O+ MENTAL DISORDERS: Depression, anxiety, insomnia MEDICAL PROBLEMS: Scars, family history of Type II diabetes, heart disease, and kidney disorders (tied to diabetes). More information can be found here: LINK

STATUSES CURRENT STATUS: Stamina: 4/5 Body: 4/5 Mental strength: 2/5 Water repellency: 3/5 Logic: 3/5 Courage: 4/5 EXPECTED STATUS: Stamina: 5/5 Body: 5/5 Mental strength: 5/5 Water repellency: 5/5 Logic: 5/5 Courage: 6/5

FULL BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Triggers: Fire, racism, xenophobia, death

Harmony Halcyon was born and raised in Montana. Her parents owned a small bison ranch, and she used to spend her days helping her parents and riding her horse to endless plains. She loved the mountains that stand in the distance and the sky was open, limitless. As a child, she spent time with her paternal grandfather. He often told her various stories from legends passed down between generations and humorous misadventures of himself and his sisters as children.

She had a Karelian bear dog named Sedona and a paint mare, Mojave. She used to take long horseback riding through the trails in the neighboring forest. Harmony was a happy child.

.Unfortunately, her life would dramatically change. Harmony was a child when her parents lost everything. It all started with fire. It grew and ravaged the wilderness, stretching far and wide. The Halcyons couldn’t save their home. The fire surrounded Harmony who was riding Mojave on their way home with Sedona in tow. The raging fire scared the horse, and the girl fell from Mojave’s back. She was trapped in the fire. A burning tree strikes her down, pinning her to the scorched ground. A desperate attempt to free herself burned her right hand and arm. Burning debris fell upon the girl.

She couldn’t escape.But she wasn’t alone. Sedona desperately dug at the pile of fallen branches and ash. The dog pulled Harmony out and to the edge of a lake away from the smoke. Sedona left her, only to return with a rescue team following her. If it wasn’t for her Sedona, Harmony wouldn’t have survived. Mojave’s return without Harmony warned her parents and they acted quickly, only to find that rescuers found their daughter and was transported for burn treatments. The burns would remain as scars on her skin. Harmony struggled when she became ill from infections, a result of the burns. In the end, Harmony would pull through. But the same could not be said for the stability her family had.

The wildfire took everything. The herd was killed by the flames and stifling fumes. Harmony’s home engulfed by flames. It almost claimed her life.All that was left was her family, Mojave, Sedona, and a few of their belongings.

.The Halcyons had nowhere to go and the hospital bill was high, Indian Health Service couldn’t help cover all the costs. Employment was difficult to come by in Black Hawk. No one in their small town would hire them, except two Air Force recruiters who met Harmony’s father, Lucas. He took a chance that day. He enlisted and soon found out he must go to Yokota Base near Tokyo, Japan. The family made sacrifices before leaving the United States. Harmony’s heart broke when her parents sold Mojave. They couldn’t take her with them. The little girl could only watch when a strange man drove away with Mojave in a trailer behind his truck. Harmony wouldn’t ever see her again.

Thankfully, the family kept Sedona, and the family relocated when Harmony was ten years old. They lived modestly, just like always while sending some money back to help Mato make ends meet. She struggled in a new country. New expectations, new people, new language. She was rebellious as a child, not adjusting well to the culture shock. Children made fun of her trying to speak in Japanese and her appearance. She was darker compared to the other children. The children often question whether “Indians” still scalp people or live in tipis like in the old movies. They teased with war cries and left her out in most of their activities.Fitting in society was just part of the problem. Harmony couldn’t stand the sense of claustrophobia with the city enclosing around her. She stayed in the large city, almost forgetting what the stars looked like and it’s as though the sky that she once loved is imprisoned by towering skyscrapers. She missed the mountains and valleys, and the sky that could go on for thousands of miles.

Yet, Harmony soon got used to it. Slowly adjusting to the life on the base and in an urban setting. The family learned to speak Japanese and blend in the best they could. Unfortunately, there would be another tragedy inflicted on Harmony when she turned thirteen. Her grandfather passed away, succumbing to his long battle for hsi health.

First her home, Mojave, and now her grandfather. Harmony felt isolated, hurt, and yet she couldn’t do anything. Kids made fun of her for not looking the same, her necklace, and although she became more fluent in Japanese, she still stuck out. She tried to make the most of it but wished things were different. Isolation has left her longing for friends, becoming withdrawn and unsure of herself. This led her to get into trouble for any sort of attention. This included getting into fights.After several years, Harmony’s father went into retirement from the Air Force.

Her parents grew to love Japan, but missed the quiet life in the country. They were also afraid of Harmony getting into trouble, such as joining gangs that were rampant in the city. They thought Iwatobi would be the perfect place and relocated there. Harmony’s mother, Destiny, received an education from Yokota and gets a job as an elementary school teacher in Iwatobi. Lucas got a job as a security guard at Samezuka Academy, and Harmony transferred to Iwatobi High School.

After moving from the city to the quiet town, Harmony must acclimate to another dramatic change of environment. This time, it was easier because Iwatobi is closer to nature, just the way she likes it. However, making friends isn’t easy, which led her to wonder if joining a club would help in achieving that goal. After searching for all the options, Harmony discovered the Iwatobi Swim Club. A chance to challenge herself, make a name for herself, and make friends.

#ooc #for Harmony's Free verse #the default bio will be a little different #working on that for my new promo

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imogengotdrunk · 6 years ago

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DRUNK DBH SPAM TIME

Time for some Captain Allen and OC shit that I’ve written after drinking a lot of gin, let’s do this – under the cut though because there’s a lot.

Might write this as a full story one day, might not. What matters is that I’ve been thinking about Daddy Allen a lot (and that’s Daddy as in Daddy, not Daddy as in father, kids) and he needs more love and I shouldn’t drink so much and go near my laptop, whoop whoop

David Allen Or as we know and love him: “Captain Allen”

43 years old (Born Dec 2, 1994)

Family:

His mother is Donna Allen-Winters, and she’s a fun-loving and free-spirited artist (possible ties to Carl Manfred; they have at least met before). His father is Hiroshi Allen. He was a stern and uptight police commissioner in the DPD, and has been retired for over ten years.

Hiroshi and Donna divorced when Allen was 16 and his younger brother was 11. They are extremely different people, and while Allen suspects that they did love each other at one time, their differences began to clash in their later years and their marriage gradually stopped being happy.

His younger brother is called Matthew (Matty) Allen, and he is currently 38 years old. He’s the stereotypical little brother; cheeky, troublesome and light-hearted, whereas Allen’s always been the more serious one. Matty’s a sports coach at a university, has a dog called Janet, and is in a very happy relationship with his long-term girlfriend.

Matty and Allen are on great terms, and go for runs together twice a week.

Random facts:

- Allen broke his leg when he was fifteen, after pulling Matty out of the road and saving him from a passing car. As a result, he still has knee problems in adulthood, sometimes debilitating if he doesn’t rest it properly (which he frequently doesn’t).

- He’s a clean-freak; every room in his house is pristine, apart from his bedroom which is in total disarray – he needs neatness where he works, but not necessarily when he sleeps, so the mess just piles up in that one room.

- He was also in a relationship with a woman called Sophia for several years, but they separated after she began talking about marriage and children. Allen knows from experience that a job like his (and his father’s) leaves little time for children, and the idea of marriage was something he realised he wasn’t comfortable with at all. It also made him realise that he was not in love with Sophia, although he did care for her. Their relationship was built more for the sake of having a relationship, rather than on a genuine, loving connection.

Sophia understood and respected his feelings, but they’ve never been on great terms since. Allen doesn’t regret the breakup, but he does regret continuing the relationship for so long whilst knowing that he had no desire to move forward into marriage or starting a family. He’s very much a career man, and he needs someone who understands that and doesn’t expect it to change.

- Allen and Jeffery Fowler are good friends, and they meet up to complain about the people under their respective command from time to time. Gavin Reed is a very popular topic in these instances.

- Allen and Hank were never that close, but Allen was genuinely shaken up when he heard about Cole’s death. And after the revolution, he’s happy to hear that Hank’s getting back into shape and taking his job at the DPD seriously again.

- He also kept tabs on Connor after the incident at the Phillips’ penthouse. There was something about him that Allen wasn’t comfortable with and he didn’t want to let Connor slip completely off his radar. After he finds out that Connor’s been accepted full-time into the DPD, he makes an effort to be civil with him, but he’s still not entirely comfortable around him. And he still can’t pinpoint exactly why.

- Allen likes Tina Chen a lot, and thinks she’s one of the most capable officers in the DPD.

- He’s bisexual, and it’s something that his ex was never 100% comfortable with.

- He doesn’t drink.

Personality:

Allen’s level-headed, but socially awkward when talking about anything that isn’t work. He’s terrible at telling jokes, but good at telling stories. He’s very compassionate, but also very work-focused and he likes routine, and he finds it difficult to relax or sleep after a high-risk job.

Likes and dislikes:

Children like him; animals don’t, and Allen doesn’t particularly like either. But he does have an artificial fish called Greyson – a present from his mother from when he graduated to the force, and Allen grows to like him mainly because he doesn’t have to remember to feed him.

He also hates coffee, tea or anything with caffeine. He’s a smoothie man, the nerd.

He likes nature documentaries, James Cameron movies and Korean food.

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MY OC

FN700 android “Finn”

Mid-twenties in appearance (Made in 2037)

About Finn:

Originally a retail service android, Finn is a ‘lightweight’ model designed for fast, city-wide deliveries. In a random instance of bad luck, he was intercepted by a drug dealer called Manuel Shipmen in early 2038, and his memory was wiped. He was reprogrammed, and became Shipman’s personal android; used to deliver illegal goods to his clients.

Like Carlos Ortiz, Shipman physically beats and abuses the androids in his care, which gradually causes Finn to deviate. A few weeks after the android rebellion, Finn manages to fight Shipman off and escape, damaged but alive.

How he and Allen met:

The DPD hear about the attack, having been tracking down Shipman’s operations for several months, and Captain Allen’s team go in search of Finn in the hopes of using him as a witness against Shipman.

They find him in an abandoned outlet store after talking to some shop owners near the docks. He’s injured and shaken up, but he agrees to be escorted to the DPD after being reassured that they return him to Shipman. When Allen doesn’t feel comfortable leaving Finn in protection at the DPD, he offers to let him stay at his home.

It’s awkward at first, but they gradually become closer, and Allen warms up to his company and accepts that he’s missed having someone around when he’s not at work.

Personality:

Finn is shy, but incredibly funny with a very blunt sense of humour (he makes Allen laugh a lot). He’s curious, but naïve and far too trusting (and therefore vulnerable to manipulation). He’s restless and bounces his leg a lot when he sits down (Allen suspects it’s a nervous tick from working for Shipman, and the only way to stop it is to gently put a hand on the back of his neck).

He’s also fascinated by fish (he loves Greyson, and Allen seriously doesn’t get it because?? Greyson is a fucking fish?? and doesn’t do anything but float around all day. But Finn’s fascination is kind of adorable so he doesn’t give it too much thought).

Likes and dislikes:

Finn doesn’t like dogs or confined spaces (again, courtesy of working for Shipman, who had guard dogs and kept any androids he had in very small and bare rooms).

He likes movie soundtracks like Amelie and Guardians of the Galaxy, and taking long baths – Allen had to ask if androids were waterproof and it was the first time he made Finn smile (it was a pity smile. Finn actually thought it was the dumbest question he’d ever heard, but he appreciated the concern all the same).

He also likes yoga because it relieves stress, and wearing Allen’s jumpers, which are far too big for him.

And yes, like a lot of Allen-lovers out there, Finn probably develops a daddy kink.

Because why the fuck not, Daddy Allen is hot.

#ho ho ho #why do I drink #detroit become human #dbh #captain allen #my ocs #headcanon #mine #i dunno man #I have a lot of ideas and feelings when I have gin #sue me #maybe there will be more #in the future #maybe

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korstudies · 6 years ago

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College And Anxiety

When I was in high school, I had a friend who went absolutely everywhere with me. We would sit in the morning and wait for classes to start together, we would meet up between every class. She would skip into my class and I would skip into hers and this kind of mutual co-dependency can be scary but for someone who has severe social anxiety, it was actually pretty comforting. Somehow we kept up this act of class-dodging, teacher-fooling acrobatics for nearly four years without being caught and still managed to graduate with 3.5 GPAs. This ill-advised scheme we had developed between the two of us kept us from being overwhelmed by schoolwork, the school itself, and the people in it. While I have moved around a lot, somehow, I always found another companion with the same issues of being alone in public as I had and that made the struggle somewhat easier.

However, we ended up going to different colleges so there I was on the first week of school facing a few facts that I had avoided for 19 years of my life:

I did not know how to make friends and I had held myself back from ever developing this skill through chronic shyness and awkward platonic attachments along with the near agile aptitude that I had developed for never having to speak unless it was utterly necessary.

I had no idea how to go places alone. (My over-protective family had this social handicap covered entirely.)

It is not so easy to find an anchor when you are dropped in a place with thousands of other people who don’t know you and have absolutely no motivation to talk to you.

I had gotten through school by barely forming any lasting social bonds.

Fortunately for me, I am only 19 and so I took it upon myself to correct these inadequacies before I reached an age where they would be irreversible. I looked at social interaction in the same way I look at posture: If you can fix it before you're thirty, then you're not too late. Some people never catch themselves on this. When I asked my grandma, for example, “how do you make friends?” she promptly replied to me with “I don’t.” and while her response was met with a ton of laughs from myself, I was slightly worried that I would find myself in the same place at her age. That being said, Here are my top 3 tips for making friends in college (when you know no one and just don't want to be alone):

No one cares. Okay, so this tip may seem counter-intuitive to begin with since one of the main worries of anxiety for some people is that you're alone and no one cares about you or no one likes you, however, I mean this in the best way possible. During my first week of college, I saw a boy wipe out on his skateboard on the wet breeze-way just after a light shower. While I remember this happening, I have absolutely no recollection of who the boy was or what he looked like. If he were to walk up to me today, I would have no idea that was him. This is one of the big differences between high school and college. Unless someone knows you personally or you do something like commit murder (don't commit murder for notoriety. I've gathered that it typically doesn't go as planned.) no one is ever going to know that you tripped over the third step in front of the library and spilled your dunkin' donuts or that you dance in the elevator on your way to class when you're alone or that you locked yourself out of your dorm room once when you went to take a shower before a talent show. (all of these things have happened to me and a cute boy saw me doing the last one but team #noshame) In high school, things were majorly a popularity contest and while you will encounter this same primary, predatory hierarchy somewhere else in life, college probably won't be that place. At least, not during your first year. The thing about college is that while high school was about being better than everyone else, college is just about being the best you that you can be. In high school, everyone was worried about being pretty or cool or...whatever the kids want these days but in college, people are mainly just worried about getting their shit done on time and well and graduating. Whether or not some dorky girl dances on her way to do her laundry, doesn't matter to them. In college, no one cares and everyone minds their own business and it is beautiful. Sure, every now and then you will come across with spiteful people who will go out of their way to be awful but it's rare and they should be given no merit since they are simply being spiteful because of their own issues. Pull an old lady move and offer them some hard candy and move along.

Join a club. This one seems like a no-brainer but it can be a pretty daunting task. If you have social anxiety, walking into a room full of people who are probably close to each other and don't know you, at all, can be utterly terrifying, however, joining a club will help. In high school, people make friends due to obligation and proximity, but in college, there's no obligation to spend time with anyone unless they're in a club with you. This may seem to defeat the purpose of making lasting friends in college but it isn't. If you choose the right club with something you genuinely care about or are interested in then you're more likely to make lasting friends with them. Another factor that will help you make friends is the fact that friendship tends to be a chain reaction. If you make friends with people, you will most likely make friends with their friends and so on and so forth.

Live On Campus. There’s two reasons for this. Partially because you can't be late to class if you're already there and partially because everyone loves those apartment building cute-meets and that's exactly what a dorm building is, a slightly smaller apartment building. Now, I’m not saying that you’re gonna meet the love of your life or your future maid-of-honor here since it’s (like I mentioned before) a friend of circumstance situation but you’ll definitely meet some pretty good people here, especially if your school has a roommate matching service. Since international students most likely live on campus, you’re also more likely to meet some new and unique people here that aren’t necessarily from your country or area which is really nice because new things are great! (This also means you won’t be late to class and will bump into people in your classes more but that’s less of a focus.)

Show Up To Class Early. Showing up to class early can put you in some different situations. In high school, you had less than ten minutes between each class every day. College is not like that, at all, the time between classes varies but normally, colleges won’t schedule two classes in the same room back to back and even if they did, your classmates will be outside. Something important to remember is that college is costing everyone there money, so people will normally be on-time to class or they won’t show up at all. While the few minutes before class where you may have passing conversations with your classmates seems super insignificant and like it doesn’t matter, I assure you, that’s probably not the case. These small conversations can lead to other things and you may even have more than one class together (this is more likely if you’re an undergrad).

Be open about your interests. This one is a little difficult. It can be trecherous territory trying to balance talking about yourself and finding more out about the other person but this is the only way that people find common interests. A good way to think about it is to tackle every conversation like the popular improve game: Yes and? This is a good thought to use when you try reciprocating most things. Basically, when someone asks you a question, you respond with your answer + a little something extra as your “Yes” then ask them something about themselves as your “and?” Here’s an example conversation:

A Person you just met: What classes are you taking?

You: Oh, Basic Philosophy. I was really inspired by a book I read called Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe. Do you read a lot?

Obviously, you don’t want to do this for a long time and in every conversation, but it should be enough to get you started!

These tips are just something to get you started in your journey to making more friends and exploring adult life! Until next time, signing off!

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7wanderingpaws · 6 years ago

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1. Whales.

Genre: marine biologist AU

Pairing: Bambam x reader

Word count: 3.5K

0. Synopsis // 1. Whales. // 2. Dolphins.

(( Please do let me know what you think! It would mean a lot! <3 Also, the names of the chapters have nothing to do with the actual content of the chapter hihi. ))

- - - WHALES - - -

Busan, 2018

What were the odds. . .

You thought you wouldn’t pass this exam. It was quite hard and you hated oral examinations at its best. You loved to hate them, to think about how much you hate them. Talking in front of a professor who was working hard to not make you pass was certainly you utmost hateful experience and you loathed every minute of it.

As soon as the words slipped out of the teacher’s mouth, you thought you are just dreaming.

“You passed.”

Because, truth to be told, you hated chemistry. Ugh. What a pain in the butt. Biochemistry? Okay, doable, but still a big amount of students hated this subject (plus the professor? Oh my god. Horror.) Oceanology was something that you absolutely adored and decided to once do a PhD in this area. Zoology was certainly nice. And then... Fisheries. What a course. Well, what could you say. Without fish there are no oceans. Without oceans, there is no marine biology or oceanology or oceanography or humanity itself. No big deal.

Overall, you loved your degree. And now... you achieved something in it.

Did you really pass?

Oh my.

Did you officially become a marine biologist?

Could you finally do what you always dreamed of doing? Did you dream came true? Somebody should slap you.

“Mum,” you breathed, adjusting the big glasses on your uneven nose. “I did it. I’m a marine biologist.”

Your mum gave out a sigh of relief as she was happily jumping on her short legs. “I’m so proud of you.”

You nodded, unable to process everything. “Yes. I’m proud of myself, too.”

“So what is the next step? You will stay in Busan, right? The researching possibilities are much bigger over there-“

“No, mum,” you interrupted her, before she could say more reasons why you should stay in your university town. “I’m coming home. I’m going back to Mokpo.”

“Oh, are you sure about that? I mean this is a very little town, only good for fishing.”

“No,” you repeated, this time much more confident. “I grew up in Mokpo so I will make Mokpo famous. I will prove that this part of Korea is also as important as any other seaside in this country. But mostly, I will break all the stereotypes about us that ever existed.”

It was your time to shine.

“So I’ve heard the news,” said Jinyoung as he sat down opposite you in the university cafe, a tea cup in his hand. “Congratulations.”

You smiled, stretching your tired arms above your head. “Thanks!”

“So we’ve made it,” he stated again, this time a big smile spreading across his gentle face. Jinyoung was proud of you. After all, he knew you very well.

You were one of the shiest people he got to know throughout his young life. You were awkward, stuttering, and extremely introverted and yet, he thought you were one of the most beautiful girls he ever laid eyes on.

The gentle freckles on your nose, the warm big eyes, the ever-messy dark hair, the glasses that magnified your eyes and you kind of looked like a squirrel but not entirely. The knitted sweaters you insisted on wearing even when it was warm outside... You’d always say: “So what if it’s hot? That’s why there are ACs. To make the room cold. So I can wear sweaters.”

“Ah, donneven,” you mumbled, supporting your elbows on the table and placing your chin into your hands. “From tomorrow on, I’m going to apply for the researching institute and I will prove how important our seas are!” you exclaimed proudly.

Jinyoung chuckled and took a sip from his tea. “Look at you, all bright and self-confident. I really hope it will stay this way, Y/N.”

“I hope so too,” you replied. “And what about you? How is your job going?”

“Oh well, kids are messy but I still love them,” he answered kindly. “There is maybe one or two students who are interested in my subject.”

“C'mon, Jinyoung, they are ten year olds. Nobody cares about literature at that age.”

“I know, I know, that’s why I can’t wait to get out of this grade and start teaching older ones.”

“I still think you should have become a psychologist. You are mine and you are doing hell of a great job,” you laughed, winking at him through your smudgy glasses. You took them off and cleaned them with your light pinkish t-shirt you were wearing.

Jinyoung thought about your words for a moment. “Maybe if the kids will kick me out of the class, I will re-consider my career options.”

“If that happens,” you said as you put your glasses back on, “I will be there to support you.”

5 years later, Mokpo, 2023

“Jaebeom, could you please come over? I think I found an interesting lab result,” shouted Jackson from the other room. He was sitting behind a big microscope, many papers and books scattered around, unfinished coffee and lots and lots of to-do lists.

Jaebeom was just on the phone with a representative of the Thai marine researching team. He was walking over to Jackson while smiling politely althought the representative couldn’t see him. “So when do you reckon you will arrive? We will need to arrange everything around your arrival as well as book the boats and yachts for the trips.”

He walked to Jackson who was showing him results on the computer screen. “Well, erm, Ms Y/L/N is not here at the moment, she is out on a little trip just out of Mokpo. I can tell her whatever you need me to tell her,” answered Jaebeom and squinted his eyes on the computer screen. He was listening intently to the strong Thai accent this person had. “I see. Alright, I’ll definitely let her know. One more question - is Mr Bambam also coming?”

Jackson was dying for Jaebeom’s attention but he had to stay patient for now. He was turning on his chair, zooming in on his friend then zooming out. Jackson was also bearing big glasses that would magnify his already big eyes. Some said he was cute, others he was crazy.

“That’s great news! We are looking forward to meeting you soon. All the best! Bye bye!” Jaebeom let out a tired sigh as he finished the call and tossed the Samsung smart phone on a pile of books. “God, this is gonna be horrible,” he muttered as he leaned in to see the screen.

“You said the exact opposite to them, though,” commented Jacskon. “But yeah, if that mean ass is coming as well, it’s gonna be hell of a nightmare.”

“I can’t say the truth to our business partner, Jackson,” explained Jaebeom, running his eyes through the information. “Anyway, let’s just let Y/N deal with all of it. Oh god, am I seeing positive results for everything?”

“Yup!” squealed Jackson and jumped once in his chair. “I think we are on a very good way to our goal!”

“Then we better tell it to Y/N before she will go craz-“

“What’s happening?”

Both boys turned around to you walking in with your scuba dive suit in your arms.

“We received the call from the Thais,” informed Jaebeom, “they are arriving tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh, that’s good then, isn’t it?” you smiled, going to the little bathroom you had in your tiny headquarters. “It shall be an interesting expedition, don’t you agree?”

“Sure,” muttered Jackson, tunirng on his chair to focus his gaze on the computer again. “We have better news though. All the results from the samples you brought in are positive.”

You dropped your suit in the shower as you turned to run into the lab. “What? Are you being serious now?” You pushed Jackson aside who shot you a glare, to have a look for yourself. “If this is really true, that means-“

“Yes,” nodded Jaebeom, bright smile on his lips, an unfamiliar sight for you. “The expedition will be successful, I’m sure.”

“I think we should re-run the tests,” you said, as you looked at your colleagues. “This way we can be 100% sure.”

“But the results are right here,” replied Jackson, pointing at the computer screen. “We would just waste time with getting the samples and running the tests again.”

“Plus, tomorrow the Thai crew arrives. We need to show them some proper results that are not doubted,” added Jaebeom as he leaned against the table, his arms folded on his chest. “I don’t think we need to re-run the tests, Y/N.”

You didn’t like their arguments. You could see where they were coming from, but this was your lab, your tiny research institute that you worked hard on for 5 years. If you wanted to re-run the tests, you certainly would do that. “I will take care of it. After all, I’m the director here.”

“And we are your senior scientists,” muttered Jackson in monotone voice, still not looking at you. “You should listen to those with more experience since you are still just a laboratory scientist.”

“Arhh, Jackson!” you shouted, making him finally turn around to look at you. “I’m trying really hard! But I’m just this way – I need to be sure in things.”

“Well, next time just hire a team that gives you a reason to doubt all the results!”

“But I’m not doubting your work-“

“Then what are you exactly doing at this very moment?” shouted Jacskon as well.

“I’m trying to do my work well!”

“That’s enough, guys,” interfered Jaebeom. Neither of you listened to him though.

“This is my project!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air. “I’m the one who decides about things!”

Wow. You and Jackson never really got along well. He was the exact opposite of your personality. Talkative, cheerful, loud, sociable. He would always argue. For anything.

You? You were quiet, neutral and freaking anti-social. What were friends anyway...

“You are right,” nodded Jackson, his eyes blazing. “You are absolutely right. Who am I to tell you shit?” He looked angrily at you a little bit longer and before you could react, he was taking off his white lab coat and throwing it on the chair, leaving you and Jaebeom in a very unpleasant silence.

You sighed.

“Well, that went well,” concluded your colleague before he sat down in front of the computer to continue his work. “He meant only well, you know? Jacks wouldn’t advise you things he wouldn’t consider correct himself.”

Tears were prickling behind your eyes as you were standing still. For some strange reason, you felt horrible for fighting with Jackson like this. There was no doubt you both accepted each other but any type of fight with him drained you on many levels. Probably, it was because he was always the funny, easy-going guy, whilst with you he was on edge.

“I know,” you stammered, taking off your glasses to massage your tired eyes. “I know.” You shuffled around, trying to collect your thoughts. “Did Youngjae come? He promised he is going to stop by with Yugyeom because of the boats.”

Youngjae was your childhood friend. You were going to the same kindergarten together (the kindergarten his mother owned).

“Nope, didn’t see him today,” answered Jae in a sing-song voice as he moved to the microscope. “He shall be here soon. It’s almost evening anyway.”

And so by the time Youngjae and Yugyeom appeared, you and Jaebeom worked in peaceful silence, none of you paying attention to each other, only acknowledging one another's presence. Jaebeom finished his studies three years before you along with Jackson, so they definitely had more experience in the field. Jackson visited many researching institutes in Australia so to be entirely honest with yourself, without him, you couldn’t move an inch. He had all the necessary information you could use for your own advantage.

“I need him on board,” you said out loud without realising.

Jaebeom snickered, focusing on the samples from the sea you brought in earlier. “Then go talk to him.”

“He totally hates me, how could I.”

“He doesn’t hate you. He is Jackson after all.”

“I totally agree,” exclaimed another voice that was entering the labs.

“Youngjae!” you smiled happily, standing up to hug your best friend. “Where have you guys been for so long, it's already past 8pm!”

“Sorry,” rasped Yugyeom. “We had to finish everything on the construction site.”

“I just needed to know if the boats I reserved are still in the game,” you rambled quickly, eager to have it all confirmed.

Youngjae nodded, plopping down on your chair. “Yup, all good. Get your asses to the docks at 7am.”

“7am?!” squealed Jaebeom, horrified.

“We can go earlier if you want,” said Yugyeom in a fake-monotone voice.

You glared at Jaebeom. “No, he is fine with coming at 7. He will have to go to bed early tonight.”

Jaebeom gladly glared back at you, before Yugyeom asked: “Where is Jackson?”

“He...” you trailed off, guilty.

“God, did you fight again?” rolled his eyes Yugyeom.

You lowered your head, ashamed. “I’ll go and make up with him. We need him tomorrow.”

“Oh right, the Thais are coming,” laughed Youngjae. “Definitely bring him. He will be the only peacemaker before we will kill each other on board.”

“Apparently that Bambam guy is coming. He is the leader of the expedition,” informed Jaebeom.

“Oh my god. That shall be a ride!” laughed Youngjae loudly before he almost fell off the chair.

-.-.-.-

Knocking harshly on the door, you refused to give up. “You are a stubborn child for not opening the goddamn door, Wang!” you shouted but eventually sighed. It was a bit late and you didn't want to wake the neighbours. For sure Jackson would not like that either.

Knock. Knock.

“Jackson,” you murmured, “please, open. I know you are there.”

Exactly 1 minute later and one glass of patience filled up to its limit, the doors swung open and a sleepy looking Jackson appeared.

“What is it, Y/N, it's late!” he hissed, looking around to make sure nobody was lurking around.

“I came to apologise,” you started before he could pull out any more of his arguments.

“Fine, it's good, now go,” he said, dismissing you with a wave of his hand, turning to close the door.

“Jackson,” you pleaded, reaching out your hand to stop him.

“Listen, Y/N,” he grumbled, his angry face scaring you a bit, “I know exactly what you came for. Yes, I will be present tomorrow at the meeting. Yes, I will share my knowledge with your research.”

His words...hurt. “What have I done to you? Just because I told you I want to re-run some tests-“

“Oh, right, that one. I already forgot about that,” he fake laughed. “That is not the thing that pisses me off.”

“Then what is it?” you asked in a pleading tone. “I didn’t mean to do harm to you!”

He fell silent, poking his tongue in the inside of his cheek. “Just go, Y/N. It's late, you shouldn’t wander around by yourself.”

“I care about you Jackson.”

He bit back a sarcastic scoff. “Right. Go. See you tomorrow.” And with that he closed the door, its shutting echoing in the empty corridors.

Clenching your jaw, you made your way out of his apartment building before you could cry. There was no reason for him to be this way. What was his issue?

The next day, the sun was shining strong, skies were clear and blue, barely any wind. You met with the boys at 7am just as planned to run your last errands. You collected the needed samples while Youngjae and Yugyeom were navigating the boat in the quiet waters near Mokpo. They were skilled sailors and understood well boats and yachts as they mostly worked on boat constructions. The duo had great dynamics and both of them were your good friends, what else did you possibly needed?

After you returned from the water back on the board, you looked at Jaebeom and Jackson to make sure they didn’t see anything unusual on the monitors as they were scribbling down notes of the underwater world from the machines.

“I got some good samples I can show to Mr Bambam,” you exclaimed excitedly, showing them the sea flora to prove your point.

Jaebeom smiled at you kindly, taking it from you to put them in the bags while Jackson barely paid any attention to you.

“You will do well, Y/N, I’m sure of it,” said Yugyeom as he came to you to squeeze your shoulder. “You have few hours left till the meeting, you should make sure everything is alright.”

“She already did that like 300 times,” muttered Jackson, not bothering to look up from his notebook.

Yugyeom shot him a disapproving look but you just decided to let it go.

It hurt. It hurt a lot that he was being this way but at the moment you needed him to focus on his work.

By 7pm, all the five of you were neatly dressed and waiting for the Thai crew to arrive at your labs. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until Jaebeom motioned for you to keep breathing.

“Okay, should we run over everything again?” you asked, as you were massaging your hands anxiously. “I mean, I’m sure all of you know but...”

Youngjae smiled reassuringly. “Of course we can go through it if it will give you a peace of mind.”

But before you could actually go over it, the doorbell rang loudly. Oh god, they were here!

Your time to shine.

You quickly opened the door to find the famous Thai biologist standing there tall and... well, proud. He gave you a look and entered, ignoring your greetings.

“Hello, welcome,” you said to his 4 teammates as they were entering. Unlike their leader, they had manners.

“Is this the team?” asked Bambam as he was looking around with a confused face, once again ignoring the greetings from the boys.

“Yes,” you answered, trying to be positive. “We already stumbled upon a great discovery, Mr Bambam-“

“Please,” he interrupted you, finally giving you a generous smile, “just Bambam.”

You gulped, nodding energetically. “Yes, Mr Bam- I mean, Bambam.” You could literally feel Jackson and Jaebeom rolling their eyes at your horrible stuttering.

“I was expecting a better, perhaps more advanced laboratory than this. This is a laboratory right?” he raised his left eyebrow as he looked at you, not that interested.

His words threw you off guard. “Well, yes, this is the lab we work in. I can assure you we have all the necessary equipment for this expedition.”

“Don’t worry, I brought machines, too. I am more accustomed to them anyway.”

You nodded once again, not sure what to say anymore. He seemed to have the right answer for himself either way, so you looked to the ground when you heard a voice speak up, startling you.

“So how was your way here? Also I absolutely adore your watch, Bambam.” Jackson. He was walking towards the man with a bright smile, grabbing his hand without his permission and looking at the expensive Swiss watch. No more grumpiness or disgust.

Bambam's eyes lit up right away. “Oh, maaan, I bought them last week!”

And that’s how it started. The long evening full of fake kind conversations.

As you were standing aside, watching others interact, Youngjae came to you, nudging you with his elbow. “Hey, everything is going alright, don’t be so stressed.”

“I’m not stressed.”

“Yes, you are. Just a look and all of us can see it.”

You sighed and pursed your lips. “I just care about this project a lot, that’s all.”

“And you will do just fine. After all, he is one of the best marine biologists out there,” said Youngjae, nodding his head towards the laughing Bambam. He did get on well with Jackson.

“I wish,” you scoffed, “but I will work hard, that’s for sure.”

By the end of the meeting, you all warmed up to each other in a certain way. You managed to laugh with the Thai colleagues, but their leader, that Bambam dude, was a tough one. He was so full of himself, ew. You didn’t know he was such a bastard. There wasn’t a single time he wouldn’t talk only about himself and his research programme he was leading in Thailand. Not even once did he bother to ask more about your research and your colleagues which started to piss you off pretty badly.

Jaebeom was trying to talk about findings that your team made in the surrounding sea but Bambam ignored him smoothly, and changed the subject on the differences in the water temperature in the seas around Phuket.

God. This guy.

It didn’t matter to you that much. You had his famous name, his knowledge and that’s all that mattered to you.

When all of you stood up to part ways and get some rest before the hard work tomorrow, Bambam once again startled you in an unpleasant way. “I would like you, Y/N, to show me around tomorrow afternoon. I prefer to sleep in in the mornings if you don’t mind. Others don’t have to come, you have free day tomorrow.”

Your mouth fell open while your friends gave you a shocked look. “Well, I’m afraid the work in this lab never stops.”

“It will tomorrow,” answered Bambam as if nothing happened. “I would like to get to know you better, Y/N so I know who I have the privilege to work with.”

You gulped, feeling his gaze on you. Jaebeom was about to interfere when you said: “Alright. Jaebeom and Jackson, it’s a free day tomorrow for you. I’ll gladly show you around, Bambam.”

Challenge accepted.

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jimins-crooked-tooth · 7 years ago

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Apartment 504 — Chapter 3 (Edited)

Summary:

Mark eyed the glass in Jackson’s hand and hesitated. He didn’t know this man. The only time he’d ever talked to him was once when Jackson was intoxicated past the point of coherence, and once after both had returned home at the same time. This man was so loud, so sporadic, so unpredictable, and so unlike anyone Mark would ever want to be around.

But still, after a timid look into Jackson’s hopeful brown eyes, Mark met Jackson’s glass midway, the clink of glass and a shared smile between the two kicking off the start of the night.

More Chapters

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]

Also read on Archive Of Our Own:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11292225/chapters/25263081

Tags/Trigger Warnings:

Alternate Universe - College/University, Fluff, Romance, Eventual Smut, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Eating Disorders

i dedicate this chapter to my best friend, madison (tumblr: jaemamba) who motivated me to write this chapter. i want to thank her for pushing me to write to the best of my abilities and for being my amazing, honest editor. love you <3

A few weeks had passed as Jinyoung and Mark grew accustomed to living in their new apartment. Compared to dorm life, apartment life was paradise for Mark; he and Jinyoung now had their own separate bedrooms, a joint bathroom that only the two of them had to share, a living space, and a full kitchen all to themselves. That meant no more awkward encounters with dorm floor residents, no more smelly bathrooms, no more dirty showers, and, above all, no more breeches of privacy. He had space now—space to live, space to think, space to breathe. Additionally, their apartment complex was far enough off campus that they weren’t kept awake at night by rambunctious Greek-life party-goers anymore.

The school-year was fast approaching and Mark was excited to begin his last year of university. The overall college experience had treated him well over the years, despite his crippling social anxiety and his persistent unwillingness to “put himself out there.” Sure, Mark’s introverted tendencies cost him a lot of what was deemed “the true college experience” but he was happy with his time spent here. He had accompanied Jinyoung to a handful of parties, lived in the dorms, stayed up late studying for exams, even stressed over classes like any other college student, but he never quite lived up to the social aspects; he didn’t get involved in any clubs, groups, or organizations on campus like most other students. For Mark to even think about committing to something that depended on frequent meetings made him irrationally anxious, simply from the off-chance that something may someday come up and prevent him from attending whatever it was he was a part of. Not to mention, the uneasiness he felt from the potential of not fitting in with others. He never was one to fit in.

And so, Mark never joined anything. Instead, he lived vicariously through whatever Jinyoung did on campus and in turn, he supported his friend whenever possible. Jinyoung was an active participant in their university’s debate team as well as a periodic member of the on-campus book club, which Jinyoung swore was not nerdy, (but Mark knew the truth). Jinyoung was reserved at times, but very often he was extroverted, willing to meet new people, indulge new experiences, and get involved in campus activities. He was the only reason Mark ever got out of the house to do anything like go to parties, festivals, clubs, etcetera. Without Jinyoung to drag him different places, Mark was a total home-body.

The only other time Mark wasn’t hanging around the house was when he was at work. Despite Mark’s displeasure for human interaction, he found comfort in being around and working with children, which is why he began working at his university’s on-campus daycare center midway through his college career. He grew up with several younger cousins, nieces, and nephews, and always seemed to find a special place in his heart for them. Kids were kind, curious, optimistic, imaginative, hopeful—traits people Mark’s age and older seemed to lack. And while it was obvious that Mark loved kids, it was even more obvious that kids loved Mark. For some inexplicable reason, children flocked to Mark like bees flocked to honey, whether it be at family gatherings or even at his own job. But he didn’t mind it. He felt at ease around children—cherished, safe, accepted.

“Kang Yi-Na!” Mark scolded from across the room, scooping up the crying child at his feet, and sauntering over to the young girl stationed at the play table. She hung her head as Mark approached, fiddling with one of her puzzle pieces to purposefully avoid his gaze. “Yi-Na,” Mark said again, softer this time, and crouched down to her level, holding the sobbing boy against his chest. The child wrapped his chubby little arms around Mark's neck and wailed into his shoulder. “Why aren’t you letting, Kyung-Woo play with you?" Mark inquired. "He just wanted to help you make the puzzle.” Yi-Na pursed her lips but still said nothing, bright eyes cast down to the puzzle pieces in her hand. “Yi-Na,” Mark sing-songed, rubbing Kyung-Woo’s back to soothe his pitiful cries. “I know you can hear me.”

Yi-Na looked up at Mark, cheeks puffed out in a undeniable pout and eyes desperate for understanding. “If Kyung-Woo plays with the puzzle, he’s going to mess it up!” she defended. “He’s too young!"

Mark took a seat beside her while simultaneously holding a clearly distraught Kyung-Woo in his arms. “Well why don’t we try to show him how to play,” Mark suggested with gentle eyes. “He might not understand how to play because he’s never been taught. Here.” Mark grabbed a puzzle piece off the table and handed it to Kyung-Woo whose cries finally began to cease once Mark sat him in his lap and started showing him how to play the game. Mark spent the next ten minutes helping rekindle the relationship between the two playmates, eventually slipping away from the pair and leaving them to their own devices.

Days like this were not uncommon at the day-care center, children crying over being excluded from playing a game, children crying over hurt feelings, children crying over not receiving enough attention… the list goes on. Still, Mark loved his job. Being surrounded by these crazy, creative kids every week warmed his heart and gave him a gratifying sense of responsibility.

The day passed by relatively quick between all the regularly scheduled daycare activities, and before he knew it, all of the children were picked up by closing time. Mark stayed behind for a bit to clean up the children's messes, dusting, sweeping, vacuuming, the lot. A half-hour later he waved goodbye to his boss, promising to see her during his next shift and made his way out the front doors.

Mark exhaled a deep sigh as he settled into his car, resting his head softly against the seat and closing his eyes in exhaustion. He was tempted to call off his evening plans with Jinyoung and spend the rest of the night sitting alone in his room playing video games or catching up on some much-needed sleep, but he and Jinyoung hadn’t been out together in a while, and canceling now would not only upset Jinyoung, but also make Mark feel like a bad friend. So, after another couple moments of contemplation, he grudgingly shoved his keys into the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot.

. . .

The brief journey from Mark's car to the crowded bar had his anxiety spiking and he was again tempted to just call it quits and retreat back to the apartment. And yet he continued to make his way towards the front doors. Upon entering, however, he realized things were even more stress-inducing than he'd imagined. The bar was absolutely roaring with life—college students standing around in groups, yelling at their favorite sports teams through television screens, knocking back round after round of shots, and laughing drunkenly at each other. Mark glanced briefly around the crowded room in hopes of finding his roommate already reserving a table for the two of them, but was ultimately disappointed after a quick once-over. He heaved a sighed and approached the bar, shimmying past rowdy college students to settle himself on a stool towards the end of the counter, an empty seat beside him for Jinyoung. The bartender made his way over to Mark and he ordered a drink for himself as well as one for his friend who would surely be turning up soon.

As he waited for Jinyoung to join him, he spun around in his wooden stool, sipping slowly on the edge of his glass as he absorbed the chaotic environment around him—intoxicated jocks goofing off around the pool table, carelessly spilling drinks all over the floor of the bar, hormone-driven couples making out obscenely in corner booths (Get a room, Mark thought), and tipsy college girls dancing to music playing over the loudspeakers. Mark shuddered at the overwhelming atmosphere and turned around to face the counter again, the commotion behind him suddenly becoming a little too much with so little alcohol in his system. He downed the rest of his drink and asked the bartender for another, his eyes falling to the still-full glass he’d ordered earlier for Jinyoung.

Mark pulled his phone out of his back pocket to check the time and found a half-hour old text message from his roommate sitting idly on his screen.

From: Jinyoung

Hey, I’m getting off work later than usual… reschedule drinks for next Friday???

Mark groaned and dropped his forehead onto the bar, a muffled thud causing the alcohol in his glass to tremble. Why couldn’t I have checked my phone before I came in here? Mark groaned. He cursed himself for not checking his messages sooner and his roommate for… well, he didn’t know what he was cursing him for yet, but he was cursing him nonetheless.

“Everything alright?” a soft voice asked. Mark lifted his head from the counter to meet the eyes of a young girl staring back at him. She seemed to be around his age, shorter than him with big, light brown eyes, and long black hair pulled into a loose ponytail. She looked slightly amused, a gentle smirk playing on her thin pink lips.

Mark massaged his forehead tiredly and reached for the glass in front of him. He raised it to his lips and tipped his head back, feeling the slight burn of alcohol gradually making its way down his throat. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he breathed, resting his chin in his palms and staring at the wall of liquor behind the bar.

“You look like you’ve been stood up,” she acknowledged, taking a seat beside Mark and placing her drink on the counter next to his.

He shrugged. “Sort of, I guess.”

“Well, that makes too of us,” she said, downing a quick sip of beer and exhaling an obvious sigh. Mark shifted in his seat awkwardly, unsure of what to say in return. Not only was small-talk not his strong-suit (or any kind of talk, for that matter), but he also wasn't exactly known for his comforting skills, as evidenced by his pithy oh in response to her comment. It seemed to not phase the girl though; she pressed on, only pausing momentarily to ask the bar tender for another drink.

“It’s unfortunate,” she explained gloomily. “I spent all this time getting cleaned up for nothing.” Mark nodded, sending a small, sympathetic smile in her direction to indicate that he was still listening, despite the fact that his heart had started beating faster in his chest as it began dawning on him that this girl was definitely hitting on him now. “You look like you're in the same boat,” she maintained, gesturing to Mark. He glimpsed down at his outfit—a pair of black jeans with rips at the knees, a white tee-shirt, and a red and black plaid flannel. Mark was not typically one to dress for style over comfort and today was no exception, so to him he looked no different than he normally did. But perhaps this girl was seeing something he was missing... or maybe she was just trying to get into his pants. Either way, he nodded curtly and smiled, running a shaky hand through his hair as she proceeded to make casual conversation with him.

The girl finished off her drink and exhaled a satisfied breath before looking to Mark again. “So, what’s her name?” Mark furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head a little in confusion, not quite understanding the question. She chuckled lightly and clarified, “The girl who stood you up."

Mark’s eyes widened in realization and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “O-oh,” he stammered, feeling his face heat at her words. She had misunderstood. He wasn't stood up by a girl, just his friend. “Uh, well…” He felt the weight of her eyes on him and he suddenly felt an uncomfortable churning in the pit of his stomach. To avoid the question, he swiftly slid his phone out of his back pocket and pretended he was receiving an important phone call, politely excusing himself from the conversation to answer it.

Weaving through tight clusters of students, he managed to push his way into the bathroom, forcing the door shut behind him. Mark stumbled over to the sinks to examine his reflection, hunching over the counter, his strong hands gripping the granite edges. He took note of the pink sprinkled across his cheeks, closing his eyes and willing the blush to disappear for good. He reached for the faucet and splashed a handful of cool water onto his face to ease his nerves.

Why didn't I just go home when I had the chance? Mark thought. I could have avoided all of this—the people, the environment, the girl at the bar, all of it. Why didn't you just tell her your friend stood you up? She wouldn't have asked questions. Why do you always have to get so worked up about everything? He shook his head. Whatever. It doesn't matter. Just go back to the bar, tell her something important came up, pay your tab, and leave.

Mark lifted his head and stared at himself in the mirror again, water droplets sliding down his thin cheeks and chin. He sighed and reached for the towels on top of the counter to dry off his wet face. As he dabbed the water off his cheeks, the bathroom door behind him opened and in entered a familiar blond. They locked eyes in the mirror momentarily, the newcomer doing a double-take before stopping in his tracks and smiling cheerily.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Jackson greeted, stalking over to the counter beside Mark and grabbing another towel for Mark. The brunette nodded in thanks and accepted the gesture, taking a minute to pat down his forehead and brush his messy bangs back into place with his fingertips. Once he was finished cleaning himself up, he met Jackson's gaze in the mirror. His neighbor's head was tilted ever so slightly and his deep brown eyes were squinted in gentle concern.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

Mark's eyes fell to himself in the mirror again, searching his face for any leftover traces of a blush, but to his delight there were none. He brushed a thumb under the corner of his eye to wipe away a drop of water he had missed while drying his face earlier and replied with a quiet, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You drunk this early in the night?” Jackson asked, a shadow of a grin appearing on his lips. Mark shook his head in response and closed his eyes, suddenly feeling himself on the brink of a headache as the craziness ensuing just outside the bathroom door billowed through the thin walls. Jackson’s gaze softened a bit at Mark’s odd behavior and he took a seat on the counter. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look a little… out of it,” he said.

Mark leaned back against the bathroom wall and looked up at the ceiling, eyes tracing the simple patterns above his head. “It’s just been a rough day,” he answered softly.

"Care to elaborate?" the blond added, swinging his feet back and forth.

Mark shrugged. “I don't really want to be here. My roommate canceled our plans last minute but I was already here by time I saw his text, work was long and exhausting, and now there’s this girl at the bar who’s hitting on me, but...” He trailed off and shook his head dismissively, his sentence never quite reaching fruition.

“'But' what?” Jackson pushed.

Mark shifted his weight from one foot to the other, crossing his arms tightly over his chest and returning his gaze to the patterns on the ceiling. “'But' nothing. Never mind. It’s not important.”

“'But' you don’t like girls... do you?” Jackson said, as though he had been reading Mark's mind all along. And in that moment Mark had never wanted to be swallowed up more in his entire life (and that's saying something). All the blood in his body instantly rushed to his cheeks and he cursed himself yet again for allowing the things people say and do to have such an effect on him.

“Hey, there's nothing wrong with that,” Jackson assured him, his brown eyes full of compassion.

Mark tightened his fists to force the blush off his face. “How did you even know?”

Jackson chuckled softly. “Well, for one, when cute girls hit on straight guys, straight guys don’t usually hide out in bathrooms." Mark's hands rose to cover his face, embarrassment rendering him speechless because of course, straight men don’t complain about cute girls hitting on them at bars. And at this point, Mark was fairly certain he was destined to die of embarrassment right then, right there. But he was surprised when he felt a light tug on his wrists as they were pulled away from his face. He grudgingly opened his eyes and was met the soft, understanding smile on Jackson's lips. “Not to mention,” he continued, “I’m gay myself so that makes finding my fellow gays extra easy.”

Mark struggled to fend off the small smile forming on his own lips, but Jackson’s grin was far too contagious. He felt his cheeks cool as he met Jackson’s gentle eyes again and he cleared his throat to break the growing silence. Mark shoved his hands into his pockets and started to walk in the direction of the door leading back out to the bar. “Anyway, I'm gonna... go," Mark murmured. "I have to do something about this girl and then I'm... I'm gonna go.” He swallowed hard, already dreading having to turn down the advances of the girl at the bar.

After a quick nod in Jackson's direction and a quiet, see you around, he slipped out of the bathroom, and pushed through the crowd to return to his seat at the bar beside the dark-haired girl from before. She smiled as he returned and took the liberty of ordering the two another round of drinks. Mark sighed silently. He wanted to thank her for the drink, tell her that she was very kind and that she seemed like an all-around great person, but what he needed to tell her was that he did not swing that way. But how would he even start? How was he supposed to work up the guts to tell her that there would never be anything between the two of them because he didn’t like women in that way—he never had and he never would.

Mark’s throat closed up and his anxiety rushed through his veins, paralyzing him, the thought alone of outing himself to this girl, this stranger, making it difficult for him to breathe, the fear of the unknown beginning to eat away at his core. But before Mark could mull it over any longer, he was startled as a pair of strong arms wrapped around his middle.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” the raspy voice said above the music, and Mark spun around in his seat to find Jackson’s grinning face only a short distance away from his. He winked at Mark and slid a warm hand around his waist, turning to face the girl beside Mark. “Hi there,” he greeted. “Thank you for keeping my boyfriend busy until I got here,” he said appreciatively, his fingers tightening subconsciously on Mark’s hip.

Boyfriend? Did he just call me his boyfriend? Mark’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing those words, his eyes widening in surprise and chest tightening almost on command. A lot had just happened in a short period of time. The warmth of Jackson’s body pressing into Mark's side and the arm enveloping his torso caused Mark's heart to beat rapidly and his stomach to flutter, the dizzying scent of Jackson’s cologne and aftershave making his head spin.

The girl looked between Mark and Jackson as if trying to understand the correlation between Mark, Jackson, and the blond's words. Eventually, a gentle smile formed on her thin lips and she nodded. “It’s not a problem," she replied warmly. "Maybe I'll see you around soon.” She slid past the two, placing a reassuring hand on Mark's shoulder as she passed by and headed to the opposite side of the bar.

Mark exhaled the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and sighed in relief as Jackson settled into the seat beside him. The weight and warmth of Jackson's arm retracting itself from Mark’s body caused him to shudder slightly; he grabbed his untouched drink off the bar and began gulping it down in its entirety, the aftereffects of the alcohol leaving his throat burning.

“Woooah,” Jackson laughed, placing a hand on Mark’s shoulder and removing the glass from his hand. “Slow down.” Mark panted in an attempt to catch his breath and soothe the stinging in his throat.

“Why did you do that?” Mark asked sharply, still slightly on edge from the play out of the situation. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I thought it might help. You looked like you were about to have a mental breakdown when you left the bathroom,” he explained softly.

Mark bit the inside of his cheek, unsure of what to say or how to feel. Should he thank Jackson for helping him? Should he chew him out for not asking if it was okay for him to interfere in the way that he did? He couldn't place exactly what he felt in that moment and it made things difficult for him.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” Jackson apologized, fiddling with the fingers in his lap. “I probably should have asked if it was okay first.” The blond's brown eyes fled Mark’s in regret, and Mark found it somewhat odd. In his experience, Mark had only witnessed two sides of Jackson: drunk Jackson and confident Jackson. This was certainly new.

A moment passed before Mark shook his head. “It’s okay,” he said, eyes cast down at his lap and fingers drumming lightly on his thighs. "I probably wouldn't have been able to do it myself anyway." Before either of them could say anything else, Mark locked eyes with the bar tender and waved him over to order the two of them drinks. Jackson started to protest but Mark assured him that he wanted to, that he felt like he owed him.

"Thank you," Jackson smiled warmly and proceeded to take a sip out of his glass.

Mark nodded and took a drink from his too. He swallowed hard and hissed a bit, this new drink slightly stronger than his previous ones. “Who did you come here with?” he asked Jackson, spinning in his seat to observe the crowded room.

“Well, I was here with my roommates, but they both left,” he stated nonchalant.

Mark raised an eyebrow. “Are they coming back for you? How are you getting home?”

Jackson raised his drink to his lips and looked at Mark over the rim of his glass. “I was hoping I could catch a ride home with you,” he said.

Surprised by the sudden request, Mark’s drink caught in his throat and he coughed abruptly, covering his mouth with his hand as he sputtered. Once he’d regained his composure, he set his glass back on the counter and cleared his throat. “Uh, y-yeah. That’s fine, I guess.”

“That’s a relief,” Jackson breathed and Mark hid a shy smile into his palms as he rested his face in his hands. Jackson’s bold personality sure made it hard for Mark to say 'no'. He sat contently for a few minutes, staring into his glass and watching the bubbles rise from the bottom to the top. A clap on his left snapped him out of his daze and he turned to see Jackson sat facing him, his hands clutched together in front of his chest as he made a proposition.

“Well,” he started. “Since my friends ditched me and yours never showed up, how about we have our own fun tonight, just you and me?” He scooped up his glass and extended it in Mark’s direction, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity.

Mark eyed the glass in Jackson’s hand and hesitated. He didn’t know this man. The only time he’d ever spoken to him was once when Jackson was intoxicated past the point of coherence and once after both had returned home at the same time. This man was so loud, so impulsive, so unpredictable, and so unlike anyone Mark would normally associate with.

But still, after a timid look into Jackson’s hopeful brown eyes, Mark met Jackson’s drink halfway with his, the clink of glass and a shared smile between the two kicking off the start of the night.

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turnsoutnoonewasexaggerating · 7 years ago

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Part 13 of The Sam Diaries

Summary: Meet Sam, a sweet confused unfit demisexual, as he encounters his celebrity crush Andrew Minyard time and time again despite, or perhaps because of the fact that he doesn’t actually like Exy all that much. (That or because his girlfriend owns the ice-cream place Andrew’s obsessed with. One or the other.)

Chapter summary: Sam's origin story, or, at least, the origin of his friendships

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10507836/chapters/28723324

“Well you know what, fuck you guys, because that makes three of us!” Nicky exclaims, to everyone’s confusion. A second ago Neil was sure Nicky was about to cry at Andrew’s (for him) heartfelt thanks, and now he looked a second from tearing his hair out.

Neil and Erik shared a look. Sometimes he hated being part of this family.

“I had to find out from fucking YouTube that you’d been outed to the press, you little asshole.” Nicky continues, pointing a finger at Andrew accusingly. “And, you!” Nicky shouts, now stabbing the finger at Aaron, who doesn’t back down on his glare at Andrew but somehow still manages to look sheepish. Erik and Neil both slowly edge out of the car, and Katelyn also attempts to sneak away from the trio, but Aaron won’t let go of her hand so she settles for sending pleading looks Neil’s way instead. “You got engaged?! MONTHS AGO?!” Neil’s slightly worried Nicky’s going to strain his shoulder with how sharply he’s gesticulating. He looks around for Erik, his main support here, but Erik’s talking to what he assumes is one of their co-workers, smiling a bit forcefully and trying to turn their attention away from his angry husband. “So if a fucking family intervention is what I had to stage to get the two of you to fucking talk to me that’s what I fucking did! Fuck you!” He frowns. “It’s been a while since I’ve spoken English. I feel like that was too many fucks.”

“You’ve always given too many fucks.” Andrew deadpans, with a hint of the double-edged sense of humour that sends thrills down Neil’s spine, at the same time that Aaron says, “Why are you dressed as a pilot?”

Nicky makes an inarticulate noise of frustration, throws his hands in the air, and stalks off to Erik, which is ten times more dramatic because of the sequined vampire cloak he’s currently supporting.

Andrew is still in the car.

When Sam Goldsmith had arrived at university, he’d been quiet. Quiet, scared but sweet had been most people’s first impressions of him. At first, his roommate had thought Sam was just socially awkward, but after politely but firmly being turned down repetitively to go out to a party, he figured Sam might just be really into his studying.

Everyone liked Sam well enough; he kept his room clean, he took out the bins when it was his turn, he didn’t smoke weed in his room and despite his thick Southern accent he didn’t appear to harbour any racist or homophobic beliefs that everyone attributed to the south. Nobody knew Sam; perhaps if pressed they could recall he had a fairly standard home-life, expressed no interest in exercise and liked Harry Potter enough that he knew what house he’d be sorted into (Hufflepuff, obviously) but generally he was unremarkable.

There was a boy two floors above Sam’s that gave him smiles and Christmas presents after Sam had helped him build a shelf. There was a girl who spent most of her time in the library being sexiled that always shared her crisps with him after Sam had run up three flights of stairs to get her inhaler for her (thankfully it wasn’t in the room she’d been sexiled from). There was even a professor who awkwardly smiled at him every time they passed each other on campus because Sam read to their mother once a week at the old people’s home down the road, and it always made the lady’s day.

And then there was Yasmin.

Katelyn soon-to-be-Minyard is an incredible doctor. She can keep calm and collected even during the most panicked life-or-death moments (and none of her colleagues believe that it’s from years of Cheer practice (possibly because it’s not entirely from that; but trying to explain her almost brother-in-law’s slightly knife-happy tendencies without making him sound insane is mostly impossible)), but for some reason, standing in a parking lot, freezing her tits off in her ‘sexy Doctor’ costume that she likes to make fun of and likes how Aaron always eyes her thighs in, with her fiancé who’s locked in a stare-down with his brother that she, even after all these years, still doesn’t know whether it’s mostly just to rile up Nicky, makes her blurt out the first thing that comes into her head.

Andrew on-bad-days-still-sometimes-forgets-his-last-name-is-now-Minyard, hasn’t wanted to kill his brother’s partner for years (Katelyn may be unsure about that but Andrew’s not. He’d never be unsure about something that concerned Aaron’s safety). And yet, as soon as he registers the words that Katelyn has just spoken, he has a split second of longing for a present where he’d just done away with her all those years ago (a feeling Neil would mock him for and say was ‘regret’ but Andrew doesn’t believe in it), but finds it difficult to put into practice when he is still in the fucking car and can’t leave until one of the people who own keys for the vehicle comes back to lock it up (he doesn’t think Nicky lives in a particularly bad neighbourhood but it’s not like he was concerned enough to Google it before he came so who knows. Maybe German bad neighbourhoods look really fancy).

Aaron on-bad-days-still-wishes-his-name-wasn’t-Minyard, loves Katelyn very much. So much, in fact, that her words make him break his stare-down with Andrew to stare at her in confused delight (not that he hasn’t wanted to be staring at her for the past five minutes anyway, because if possible he’d like to live in a world where his eyes would never have to leave hers, but glaring at Andrew has become as ritualistic as fist-bumping Nicky nowadays).

“You really missed an opportunity to come as skeletwins.”

Sam didn’t like parties. He didn’t like clubs. But he wasn’t completely averse to alcohol (no-one except him had twigged that he was averse to crowded places filled with sex and no escape seeing as that was most freshman’s dream come true) which is how he managed to be at the pub (a sensible mile from campus) at the same time as Yasmin Harris, who, among other things, was stoned out of her mind.

“We should fuck.” Is what Yasmin says to him, sitting down next to him at the bar like that’s a normal greeting. Sam shoots a mournful look to his roommate who’s chatting up the girl on his other side and resigns himself to having to deal with this. He glances at Yasmin and finds himself blinking slightly in surprise. He’s been at university, away from his family, for more than a semester now, and he’d thought he’d seen just about every version of whacky looks possible. Yasmin Harris might be about to take the cake however. She’s tall, unusually tall for a girl, like a good head and shoulders taller than him and he’s not exactly short. She has a very sharp face (Sam finds himself comparing her to Draco Malfoy before he can stop himself), bright purple contacts that absolutely do not match her sunshine yellow hair that is so bright it almost hurts to look at. She also has a fairly impressive burn scar on one side of her face that she’s drawn round in black sharpie, to show it off. It mars one of her nostrils oddly, and twists the left corner of her mouth into a grimace. He meets her eyes eventually and when he does she snorts, and he doesn’t understand why.

“You reek of virgin kid.” Sam’s brother had said that to him, at Thanksgiving Christmas dinner. Then he’d showed off a hickey he’d got (apparently) off some leather-clad biker dude that ‘reeked of Derek Hale almost as much as you reek of virgin’ and Sam had pretended to not be hurt by the way his mother had been absolutely scandalised at the ‘sinful’ gay activity but not at how Sage was being a dick. Sam also didn’t know what to do with the information that his brother is apparently still watching Teen Wolf, or began to watch it in the first place. Sam’s hoping this girl isn’t going to go down the same route. “My name’s Yasmin Harris. You’re Sam Goldsmith, the nice kid who’s even nice to fucking wheezy Winter.” Sam narrows his eyes.

“No-one calls her wheezy Winter.” Yasmin shrugs, and then grins, her tongue lolling slightly out of her mouth like a dog’s. “I don’t want to have sex with you.” He adds.

“But,” Yasmin says, and pokes one ridiculously long talon-like fingernail into his chest, “Do you want to have sex with anybody?” Sam feels his chest seize slightly and forces himself to relax. He’s a freak, but he’s not a liar.

“Not particularly.” He says, eventually.

“If you stop reeking of virgin I’m going to have to kick someone’s ass now, aren’t I?” Yasmin sighs, looking worn down all of a sudden. Sam blinks.

“What?”

“Because we’re friends now, dickhead.” Sam thinks with longing about the next day, where presumably Yasmin is going to completely forget this happened and Sam can go back to being quiet, scared and sweet.

Surprisingly, or not, Andrew doesn’t kill Katelyn. It is only, as he’ll admit to Neil later, 50% because he’s still stuck in the car. Instead, Erik comes back to lock the car up with a grumpy Nicky standing very pointedly off to the side and eventually they all go into the party.

“I’m expecting an apology. From both of you. And an explanation.” Nicky finally says, sniffing, and Andrew and Aaron share an conspiratorial look of smugness that Nicky cracked before they did. Both of them pretend like these looks never happen.

“I wanted to tell you in person.” Aaron says, when Andrew doesn’t speak.

“I didn’t even know you were thinking about it!” Nicky huffed, grabbing Katelyn’s hand to look at the ring. He introduces his family to a co-worker who taps him on the shoulder in German, barely even looking at her. When he looks back up from Katelyn’s hand he’s a bit teary and Aaron thunks his head on the table in defeat.

“I am not drunk enough to deal with you being sappy.”

“It’s not my fault I’m already on edge from Andrew’s fucking speech in the car.” Nicky says, more than a little choked.

“Why’d you make him cry?” Aaron says, frowning at his twin, disapproving. Andrew shrugs.

“Just said thanks. Not even to him.” Andrew huffs, the words partially muffled in his whiskey glass as he drains it.

“Neil’s been holding out on an Andrew who’s actually nice and has emotions.” Nicky stage-whispers. Aaron raises an eyebrow, disbelieving.

“Nicky I am never going to thank you again.” Andrew deadpans.

“How about an apology?”

“I don’t do apologies.” Nicky glares at him. “Neither does Neil.” Andrew argues confidently. Neil winces a little beside him, but when Andrew turns to look Neil’s looking at Aaron of all people. “What?” Andrew snaps.

“That’s not quite true.” Neil hedges, still looking at Aaron.

Yasmin doesn’t forget in the morning.

Instead, she turns up at Sam’s door in a very tinted pair of sunglasses and a bikini, with a cocktail in one hand and Winter White in the other. Winter White is the girl Sam has been sharing crisps with in the library, and apparently he’s just found the roommate that’s always sexiling her. She’s waves to him, sheepishly, and Sam’s roommate groans at him to close the door because it’s letting in the light from where he’s lying face down in bed.

Sam obediently moves into the corridor. If Sage’s mysterious hickey-giver had been Derek Hale then Winter is the female version of Stiles Stilinski, all lean and freckled and nerdy, with geek glasses that frame warm brown eyes and very fidgety hands. Sam doesn’t know why he’s still thinking about Teen Wolf.

“Wheezy here’s all hung up on that guy who couldn’t get a shelf up on his first week here. And don’t worry, I’ve already warned her all about if he can’t get a shelf up there might be other things he can’t get up too but she’s adamant that he’s the one and apparently you know him. Jesus. I think I’m the only one with balls around here. Anyway, you’re going to introduce them because god knows I owe Wheezy a few nights of shagging and she’s pretty much the sweetest so if you try and get out of this I will cut off your non-existent balls.” Sam thinks about this.

“Stop calling her wheezy.” He offers back, and Yasmin does that grin again, where Sam’s kind of wondering if she’s only been smiled at by dogs before because no human being smiles like that.

“I know you were a sweetheart. Here’s the deal; you go help this darling with her romantic troubles and then the four of us are going to be A Group. Like a clique. It’s going to be a thing.”

“What if Anders already has friends?” Winter points out, quietly. ‘Anders’ is referring to the guy who couldn’t fix a shelf, who goes by his last name ‘Anderson’ and has so far refused to tell anyone what his first name is.

“He doesn’t.” Sam and Yasmin say in unison. Yasmin holds her hand up for a fist bump and Sam is already bumping her fist before he realises he’s moving his arm.

“How do you know?” Winter argues.

“No-one knows what his first name is.” Sam points out. “Which means no-one knows him well enough to ask.”

“Shrewd, Sherlock.” Winter concedes, with a small smile. Sam wonders whether he might have had a friend this whole time and just hadn’t realised. When he thinks about Anders, upstairs, and the exchanged Christmas presents and the smiles, he feels heat rising in his face.

Yasmin makes a noise like she’s physically pained. “Ugh. Can we keep him? Please?” She stage-whispers to Winter. “He hasn’t even asked about my face yet.”

“How strange. Not asking people personal questions as soon as you meet them.” Winter deadpans, and how did Sam not know she was sarcastic? Yasmin scoffs, unoffended.

“In my defence, I was high as a kite.”

“When are you not?”

“Now who’s asking personal questions?”

“Anders?” Sam cuts in, when their banter doesn’t subside. Winter immediately starts trying to back down the hallway but Yasmin’s got her scary nails wrapped round Winter’s wrist before she’s taken two steps.

“I’m in A Group with cowards.” Yasmin sniffs. “Sam barely leaves his room, Winter’s been crushing on a guy for like High-School long without saying anything and this Anders guy can’t even tell people his first name.”

“I leave my room.” Sam mutters, affronted.

“Yeah, barely.” Yasmin snaps right back, and Sam feels sort of like he should be taking offence at this woman who he’s only known the best part of twelve hours judging him but she’s not exactly wrong.

So much for quiet, scared and sweet. Looks like he’s going to have to settle for slightly social instead.

“Matt’s out.” Is what Aaron says as soon as he opens the door to Neil’s knock, already preparing to close it.

“Cool. I came here to talk to you though.” Aaron’s face immediately pinches tight with worry.

“What’s happened to Andrew?” He demands, opening the door wider.

“Nothing. As far as I know.” Neil brushes past Aaron into his old dorm, ignoring the fact that Aaron didn’t invite him in. “He’s in class.” Before Aaron can ask what the Hell Neil is doing, Neil’s looking at his Biology notes with a weird blend of queasiness and interest. The notes are spread out all over the floor because Andrew might have an eidetic memory but Aaron didn’t get that particular blessing/curse, and he has midterms he actually cares about unlike apparently everyone else on this sodding team.

“What?” He snaps, when Neil doesn’t explain why he’s staring at his notes like it’s a particularly disgusting museum display.

“I remember having to learn all the different arteries and veins, how close they were to the surface, all that stuff.” Despite himself, Aaron’s a little intrigued; he genuinely loves Biology and it doesn’t take much to get his interest.

“Did you do Biology at Milport or something?” Neil looks startled.

“Ah, no. I got taught this stuff by Lola. When I was eight.”

“Not in this level of detail.” Aaron argues, slightly affronted. Neil’s expression lifts, become more humoured.

“No. Didn’t need to know how the circulatory system worked just how to sever it with a particularly sharp knife.” His voice is for a second distant yet hard, and then he blinks and his normal closed-off expression is back. “Anyway. I came here to talk to you about this.” Neil gestures between the two of them with a grimace.

“There is no this.” Aaron scoffs. For some reason this startles a laugh out of Neil.

“You really are twins.” He muses.

“What?”

“That’s what Andrew says whenever I refer to our relationship.” Neil says, almost fondly. Aaron narrows his eyes at him.

“You’ve been… Dating for what, a year now? And Andrew refuses to acknowledge you have a relationship?” Neil frowns.

“Not like that he just. Doesn’t do it verbally. It doesn’t matter.” Aaron really thinks it does matter but he’s learning to ask before he asserts his own judgements. He’ll bring it up next time they go to see Bee. He knows what it’s like to be called nothing. To some extent, he even knows what it’s like to be called nothing by Andrew. He knew now, in some capacity, Andrew had done and had been doing more to protect Aaron than he ever knew at the time, but that didn’t change how little he’d valued Aaron’s opinions or existence in general. It wasn’t so much that Andrew had not lived up to Aaron’s expectations as subverted them completely. While Aaron doesn’t like Neil and he definitely doesn’t trust him, he also doesn’t want Andrew to drive Neil away because of stubbornness when Neil’s clearly the only person who Andrew can stand for long periods of time.

“Hurry up Josten I need to get back to studying.”

“I wanted to apologise.” Neil says, eventually. Aaron was expecting a gun to his head more than he was expecting this. “Except I’m kind of shit at that. So I thought maybe I could teach you how to drive as an apology instead.”

“An apology for what?” Aaron asks, baffled. Neil pulls a face.

“Are you going to make me list it?” When Aaron just continues to stare blankly at him, Neil sighs. “For throwing Tilda in your face, for interfering in your relationship with Katelyn, for lying, for endangering everyone on this team, for persuading Andrew to go to the Hemmicks, for not talking to you much afterwards and for stealing one of your shots last week. Did I about cover it?” He asks, sarcastically.

“The shot was the real grievance.” Aaron shoots back, unimpressed. “You don’t have a car. How are you going to teach me to drive?”

“I bought Andrew’s car. I get a key.” Aaron’s eyes widen.

“You bought Andrew’s car? What the fuck Neil?” Neil shrugs sheepishly.

“I thought I was going to die at the end of the year so I didn’t need the money anymore.”

“Andrew doesn’t accept gifts that aren’t food related.” Aaron disagrees. Neil, if possible, looks even more sheepish.

“I traded him for not taking cracker dust anymore. Wanted to limit his addictions.”

“Why didn’t you take him off cigarettes they’ll kill him much faster.” Aaron complains. “Bastard.” He adds, almost as an afterthought.

“It’d ruin his aesthetic.” At that, Neil Josten succeeds in the previously impossible and makes Aaron laugh.

“Oh thank fuck you also think the all black is a little much sometimes. You know he wore a skull cap to meet the team on our first day here?”

“What’s a skull cap?” Aaron sits down by his laptop and does a quick image search for him. The vindication he feels when Neil I-am-physically-repelled-away-from-fashionable-clothing Josten looks horrified is the most satisfying feeling he’s had all day. “I don’t think I’d wear that even if I had no other clothes.”

“I would if only because everyone would think I was Andrew.” Aaron admits. “I’ve bought the same tie as him for this year’s Christmas banquet just so I can pretend I’m him if anyone tries to talk to me.”

“Can you even do a good Andrew impression?” Neil asks, not convinced. Aaron does his best to shut down all his facial expressions and stare blankly at the wall in front of him. “Oh my goodness! It’s almost like you’re tw-”

“Don’t.” Aaron cuts him off, unamused. Well, maybe a little amused but Josten doesn’t need to know that. “Is Andrew ok with me learning to drive in his car?” He asks, suspicious.

“When I asked he said I’d never convince you so it didn’t matter what he thought.”

“Are you any good at driving?” Neil’s hand goes to the side of his stomach for a second, rubbing at the skin there.

“I’m better than Nicky and obey more traffic rules than Andrew.” Neil offers.

“Good enough.”

Almost two semesters later and Sam’s not entirely sure he remembers what it was like to not be in A Group. Anders’ (who still goes by Anders to everyone except Winter, who he lets call him ‘Tal’ but all of them at least know what his first name is) parents have lent him their apartment for a couple of weeks while they join in on some sort of pilgrimage (Anders hadn’t explained and only Yasmin had asked, only to be shut down) so Anders had invited the three of them up to stay with him. It was nice, because Anders could have just invited Winter but he was as invested in their Group as much as Yasmin was, as much as all of them were to be honest.

Sam was more comfortable being around them than he was anywhere else, but he was still an introvert at heart. Which meant he got up early and went for a walk by himself round the city every day, just to clear his head. He went a different way every time, because for some reason he was falling more and more in love with this city (city? Town?) every time he discovered something new about it, and he wanted to explore it all.

There was a café he found, after about half an hour of walking, which he was about to go in to until he saw a sign for what looked like an ice-cream parlour round the corner. Sam felt the way the sweat was beading on his forehead in the heat and his stomach concurred with an emphatic grumble so he went there instead, pushing his way through the door eagerly.

Inside was bright and colourful, with tables and chairs that looked slightly rickety but very homely. Even though this town was pretty large, it was clear this place was the kind of place that had regulars and meant something to the community. There were so many homely vibes coming from the whole place. Sam loves it immediately.

“Hi there! Can I help you?” Sam stops taking the place in and looks behind the counter. There’s a young woman stood there, around his age, her hair held back by a simple headband instead of the hairnets he usually associates with people dealing with food. There’s something about the dark circles under her eyes and the weary slant of her posture but real, genuine smile that makes Sam want to draw.

He’s not sure even his Group knows about his drawings. It’s not something he was encouraged to do; his father was sure it was going to lead him into being ‘one of those prissy little gay boys’ so it’s become something he does only when the need to draw overcomes the weird lingering bad feeling he gets whenever he does.

He blushes, realising he’s been staring for slightly too long and shuffles closer to the counter. Luckily there’s only a couple of other people in the store to witness his embarrassment, and they seem far too interested in shoving their tongues down each other’s throats to care about him. “Um, do you have a recommendation?” Sam manages to stutter out, gesturing at the ice-creams on display.

The woman sucks her bottom lip into her mouth thoughtfully, looking him up and down. Sam thinks the heat must be getting to her too, if the way the back of her neck is going splotchy is any indication. “You look like the kind of person who’s into vanilla-ry things, right?” She smiles at him again and then her expression blanks before he can return it, looking mortified. “Oh my goodness I’m so sorry I meant in terms of ice cream I wasn’t trying to- Shit.”

“What else would it be in terms of?” Sam asks, bewildered. The woman buries her face in her hands, her hair sweeping past her shoulders at the bottom to help. She peeks at him through her fingers and then waggles her eyebrows, comically enough that Sam finds himself laughing even before he’s made the connection between that and the looks Anders and Winter give each other when they think no-one’s looking.

“I promise I wasn’t trying to be creepy.” The woman says, laughing a little with him but still looking embarrassed as hell. Sam thinks it’s adorable. Now he’s closer to her he can see the pretty impressive muscles she’s got in her arms, that he doesn’t think are just from scooping ice-cream, and the freckles that dot all over her visible skin.

“Don’t worry.” Sam assures. The woman bites her lip again.

“So, ice-cream? I think you’d like something classic, like Honeycomb or maybe the white chocolate and raspberry?”

“They both sound good.” Sam admits. “Can I have a scoop of each?” The woman rings up the order and then freezes.

“Ugh I meant to not charge you for this-”

“It’s fine.” Sam says firmly. The woman seems unsure.

“Can I at least buy you a coffee sometime? To apologise?” Sam smiles shyly at her.

“Can I have a name to go with that coffee?” He replies, as she scoops out his ice cream, and Sam is more than a little impressed by the way her muscles ripple as she does.

“Eunoia.”

“Sam.” He offers back. She hands him the ice cream, but doesn’t quite let go of it yet.

“Sam.” She says, testing the name. “It suits you.” Sam doesn’t know whether that’s a compliment or not. “You free now?” Sam blinks at her, perplexed.

“Are you?” He says, pointedly looking at the counter separating them.

“I’ll be done by the time you finish your ice cream.” Sam wonders what weird shifts they have going on at this place but doesn’t question it, finding himself excited to get to know someone, for quite possibly the first time in his life.

And if he spends most of the time that he’s supposed to be eating the ice cream doodling Eunoia in his sketchbook, well, only the two of them are going to know.

And maybe that couple in the corner if they’d stopped to disengage their mouths.

“You actually taught Aaron how to drive?” Andrew says, a little bit stunned and trying not to show it.

“You said I could.” Neil says quickly and Andrew nods, but sends him a look that clearly says ‘I didn’t know though’. “We had the same free blocks on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Plus Aaron’s a fast learner. We just took the car out when you were in class. I figured you knew.” Andrew narrowed his eyes at Aaron.

“You could drive for our last two years? Why was I stuck driving you everywhere?”

“You didn’t?” Aaron replies, frowning. “The only time you drove me places was to go to practice or to Eden’s.”

“Yes but if you could drive why would you still come to Eden’s with us?” Andrew says, genuinely confused and not liking being so. Even Neil looks like he knows the answer and Andrew’s being particularly dense.

“Because I wanted to.” Aaron answers, shortly, and Neil and Nicky and Katelyn all grin at each other because; progress!

“It doesn’t feel complete without Kevin here too.” Nicky says after a moment where Andrew’s still glaring at his glass like it’s offended him as he tries to wrap his head round this new information.

“Maybe next time you scheme us all into a surprise reunion you can get him too.” Aaron says sarcastically. At Nicky’s excited expression Aaron points his finger in Nicky’s face. “No, nope that was not an idea-” Nicky’s already bounding off to talk to Erik, shouting something about ‘Weihnachten’. “Fuck.” Aaron says, thunking his head on the table again. Katelyn runs a hand through his hair comfortingly, although it’s shaking slightly because of how much she’s laughing.

“We’re having Christmas this year.” Andrew says, in the same tone of voice one might deliver the news of a death, and everyone on the table looks at him in surprise. “Can you come?”

“Does coming mean I have to do Christmas next year?” Aaron says, shrewdly.

“It’s Wymack’s next year.” Neil assures.

“Has it really been another five years since we beat the shitty prick already?” Aaron muses. “They always say you get fonder of dead people as time passes but…”

“Yeah no Riko’s still a massive asshole.” Neil agrees, and how in holy hell did Andrew not notice his brother doesn’t hate Neil anymore?

Christ, he’s getting old.

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weekly fic rec hoard

here's what i've been enjoying reading (and re-reading) this past week for different fandoms across the board! this week features: atla, bnha, coco, descendants, harry potter, the hobbit, and sonic ♡ means: all-time fave, (m) means: 18+

avatar: the last airbender

♡ Mismatched by Kimberly_T In Season One, when Prince Zuko unexpectedly becomes Papa Zuko, he rocks not just the cradle but his entire ship, and eventually a lot more!

♡ Embers by Vathara Dragon's fire is not so easily extinguished; when Zuko rediscovers a lost firebending technique, shifting flames can shift the world...

Treachery of the Highest Order by LoserLife592 Sometimes life is unfair. Sometimes the universe likes to kick you when you're down. Sometimes bad things happen to good people. But there a still lines that need to be drawn. And this? This is beyond that line. (or, You Think You Know A Guy)

boku no hero academia

those hardest to love need it most by DancingInTheStorm Aizawa visits Aldera Junior High and finds out some disturbing truths.

♡ And Now I See Daylight by DancingInTheStorm A social media fic following Deku post-graduation.

♡ the art of scraping through by smallmightysmash An enlightening day during those ten months of training before the U.A. Entrance Exam, an injury that Toshinori frets over and one sad Midoriya Izuku.

♡ learn how to love (like you) by aloneintherain “Fusion is supposed to be beautiful, Izuku," Mum says. "You’ll make more friends, and fuse with them, and feel how much they love you. I promise." Izuku thinks about the wave of hatred-disgust-fear that rose up when Kacchan realised the extent of their fusion, and buries his wet face in his mum’s shoulder. He doesn’t want to fuse with anyone ever again. (AU where fusion isn't just a battle strategy; it's a form of affection and trust between loved ones. Izuku always thought fusion was for other people. Not for him. Not for quirkless Deku. And then he meets All Might.)

Sentimental Youth by ChiaRoseKuro Bakugou Katsuki knows that he’s luckier than most—very few bullies ever get forgiveness from their victims, and fewer still would be able to seek it. It complicates things, a little, when his erstwhile victim is also his current lover and one of the most popular Pro Heroes in town— But if they could survive everything life threw at them as children, then what’s stopping them from overcoming a little separation as adults? Bakugou starts out fine, at first, but as the days wear on… ( wherein absence makes the heart grow fonder, once it’s done hurting it immeasurably first )

coco

Watchful Eyes by NanixErka or "I have to watch my ex husband be a good dad and it kind of gets under my metaphorical skin"

♡ Offerings by SatuD2 In the years following Miguel's visit to the Land of the Dead, Día de Muertos was very different for one shabby skeleton.

♡ I Dreamed About You by papergardener Miguel wonders… what if he didn’t make it in time? What if he hadn’t saved Héctor? But on the night Coco passes away, Miguel is visited by a familiar face.

♡ the family skeleton by pennylogue Five ways Miguel stays connected to the dead side of his family, and one way he learns to be close with the living.

♡ to days of inspiration (making something out of nothing) by aletterinthenameofsanity Anger fills her. Where were they while Héctor was being Forgotten? Where were they when this wonderful man grieved, cried, wrote such haunting music for Frida but never penned a note for himself? Where were this so-called familia? How could they abandon this man who, though flawed, is still one of the best people Ceci has ever met?

♡ Miguel’s Big Secret by papergardener Years later, Miguel finally decides to tell someone the truth of what happened on that Dia de los Muertos. But he doesn’t expect another secret to come out thanks to a bunch of eavesdropping spirits.

♡ I’m Into Fitness by loracarol There’s a hole in the ceiling and a man falls through. At least, he’s man shaped, once he’s completely through the hole - until then he’s mostly skeleton shaped. He’s man shaped enough that Elena cringes when he crashes onto the ground; luckily he looks mostly winded, and not particularly in pain. She wonders if that’s part of whatever pushed him through the hole as well.

the cool parent by Humanities_Handbag aka: miguel had definitely expected héctor to be a cool parent. he was absolutely wrong.

descendants

♡ To Kill A Dragon by PBWritesStuff Life on the Isle of the lost is hard, but the core four are well adapted to it, thanks to the beatings and the constant struggle for survival. Their parents won't help them. Auradon won't help them. So these kids are going to have to help themselves, starting with a hostile takeover.

harry potter

i owe you by broadway_hufflepuff Hesitating, Draco sat down next to him. "What... was that?" Harry let out a dry scoff. "My childhood, Malfoy. Not exactly the 'Saviour treatment' you expected, huh?" Or, Draco is ordered to teach Harry Occlumency.

♡ Through The Quiet Emerald series by alwayslily22 and Des98 Slytherin Trio. Deaf Harry.

♡ survival is a talent by ShanaStoryteller In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone. Their best isn't perfect.

the hobbit

♡ If You Love Someone by authoressjean Erebor is being rebuilt and just in time for Bilbo and Thorin's wedding, which would be perfect, except for one problem. They're awkward together, they don't speak anymore, and they rarely see each other. It's nothing like when he first asked for Bilbo's hand, before they went to Erebor and...well. That happened. It's as if he no longer loves Bilbo anymore, and is marrying him out of duty or obligation. And when Bilbo realizes that everyone else has figured that out except for him, he knows what he has to do.

Of Mead, Rights, and Sleep by GallantGeekery Bilbo is propositioned by another dwarf. Thorin does not approve.

♡ A King’s Ransom by lilithiumwords "I have come to receive my claim of the treasure of the Kingdom of Erebor, as promised in my contract of employment signed by Thorin, son of Thráin, and Balin, son of Fundin. To get to the point, this jewel is worth a king's ransom. So, I'd like to trade for that, please. The king. Now." Bilbo claims his fourteenth share of the treasure -- and it's not the Arkenstone.

♡ To Have and To Hoard by PurrpleCat When Gandalf strolled up the Bagshot Row towards Bag End, Bilbo Baggins was far from pleased. He might have owed the wizard a favour, sure, though the old coot himself never even mentioned payback of any kind, but a suicidal quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a dragon with only thirteen dwarves, and not thirteen of the brightest at that, was a bit too much. Then there was, of course, the issue of him being a dragon. Kind of. And even bigger issue of Goldlust that could only be controlled by a Tamer. But Bilbo's people were long dead and gone, and his potential Heart with them. So why is his spirit all but purring at the sight of a certain pigheaded Dwarf King?

sonic the hedgehog

(m) Evil Grows by MadQueen Agent Stone's crush on the doctor finally comes to light and is dealt with accordingly.

The truth will come out by Caloor Agent stone wants to hide his feelings and Dr.Robotnik just invented a truth serum.

♡ the definition of insanity by VoltageInside “What would you do for me?” Robotnik asked softly, his head tilting all the way to the side. Stone’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, chasing after the feeling of Robotnik’s breath. “Everything.” (Agent Stone is Dr. Robotnik's devoted henchman.)

♡ (m) An Odd Experiment by technetium43 A conversation between Dr. Robotnik and Agent Stone unfolds a little differently.

♡ It Seems to be that Everytime I Look at you Evil Grows in Me by Gamergirl_exe87 After spending half a year grieving what seemed to be the loss of the man he had secretly been in love with for years, Agent Stone has to messily, hastily get his life back together again when Dr. Robotnik appears on his doorstep. He finds that proximity does not mend feelings or make up for the unrequited. Even more shocking, maybe he isn't as unrequited as he originally thought.

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and to all my fellow authors who may feel a little down about not getting onto rec lists, this is for you:

#fic rec hoard #bookshelf #fic recs #atla #bnha #coco #descendants #hp #the hobbit #sonic movie #the gaang #bakudeku #himelda #core four #drarry #bagginshield #stonenik #(dunno if that last one is the actual ship name or not)

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