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marchioness-caprina · 4 years ago

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You Like Me Not?

{ Final Part }

Pairings : Takami Keigo ( Hawks) x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warning : Cussing, Stalker Tendencies, Toxic Tendencies.

Word Count : 2947

Read; { Part 1 } , { Part 2 }

3rd Person's POV

A month has Passed. Yes a whole Month has passed and y/n was surprisingly doing well; in the surface at least.

Inside. Not so well but at least she's coping up a lot better than a few weeks ago where she'd often cry herself to sleep, even in the showers. The lingering pain was still haunting her like there's no tomorrow but now she's getting used to it.

After all, First love is usually the greatest and the most painful experience.

Instead of moping around and sulking, she began investing her time and effort into being a Hero. And the effort paid off greatly; her performance was improving and she's proud to say that she's on par with the top three of the class which mainly consists of Izuku, Todoroki and Bakugou.

She was finally getting the attention that she deserved, plus it takes her mind off of Keigo and his jerkass.

However, at the end of the day she felt so empty and devoid of something---someone she longs for. And she will never accept that it was Keigo she was looking for.

But she needs to stay strong and let go of those people who can't even appreciate the little things she does; she won't let them bring her down. No, not when she's finally seeing something big for her up ahead.

Unfortunate as the saying goes ; All good things will come to an end. And for y/n, that is today.

Their class was split in groups for an Activity. Y/n along with Kirishima and Mina and Izuku were paired up to patrol the busy part of the city where crimes are mostly committed.

And guess who their Hero guide is? Yup one of them is Hawks and the other one is Enchanting.

Y/n who had a smile on her face seemed calm on first approach but inside she was cussing her heart out for the terrible luck she's got.

It had to be two of her worst nightmare. How charming.

" You Kids doing fine back there? " Keigo asked, his eyes never leading the road and beside him was a bored looking enchantress.

The two were their Hero guides for today and everyone was ecstatic. Except for y/n.

" Yeah we're good! " Kirishima answered for everyone and y/n was thankful that she didn't have to exchange a few unnecessary words with Hawks.

Her attention was now caught by the Broccoli boy right next to her who was vigorously writing notes down on his notebook.

" Oh my gosh it's the Pro Hero Hawks " Izuku was becoming a mumbling mess as He continued to scribble. His pace was a beyond anyone y/n had ever seen and she was very much intrigued by Izuku's unwavering determination.

" You know Midoriya-san, you're actually really handsome up close" Y/n muttered and izuku froze on the spot; heat rising up his cheeks as he tensed. Slowly he turned to see the h/c haired girl who was smiling at him tenderly.

" I-I-I... Umm... T-Thank you Y/n-san... A-and... You're really handsome too.... W-wait I mean n-not handsome because you aren't a g-guy w-what I meant to say was... P-pretty.... You're really pretty" Izuku gushed out and as much as y/n tried to contain her laughter she couldn't keep a straight face and began laughing at Izuku's Adorable antics.

Izuku was going red due to his rising embarrassment as he began to stutter out another list of explanation why he accidentally said it.

But their little conversation didn't go unnoticed by Keigo and Enchanting.

" Wow, she moves Fast. Better try Harder Birdy. As far as I see it; she's sick of you and look she's a boy magnet. You're gonna lose if you keep this up " Enchantress casually gave her comment and Hawks gave her a narrowed look.

" Shut up miss ' I'm a hundred years old' you better hope she'll be mine by the end of the day, I've pulled a lot of strings to get her here and it ain't easy " Hawks kept a calm expression; his lips tugging up into a smirk as he continued " This was your fault to begin with. If I can't win her over today.... Well you're gonna get wrinkles starting tomorrow. I'm not a very forgiving fellow"

" We'll see Hawks... We'll see "

" Oh, we Will "

" Hey! You two lovebirds better stop flirting and Tell Kirishima here that Cats are better than Dogs! " Mina exclaimed and with how loud her voice was; she caught everyone's attention within her first attempt.

" I told you Mina, Dogs are Manly. And they earned the title of Man's Best friend. They're dedicated and Loyal but I wanna know who you guys will vote for" Kirishima replied as he glanced back at the still very flustered Izuku and A Smiling y/n.

" W-well.... I think I prefer Dogs than Cats... Sorry Mina " Izuku gave Mina an apologetic smile as Mina pouted before turning to y/n.

" Come on y/n you gotta be on my side on this one " Mina pleaded and Kirishima pulled her away.

" That's cheating Mina, don't pull the pity card on Y/n. That's so not Manly... But.. Well which do you prefer y/n? "

" Hmm... Well... I----"

" I vote for Birds. I heard Birds are very reliable companions miss y/n. I assume that you feel the same way? " Enchantress piped in and y/n gave her a raised brow but she managed to catch on to what enchantress was saying.

" Oh? Well I understand the reason why you Like Birds Enchantress; I do too... Well I used to anyways but to answer your question I prefer Dogs... Sorry Mina. I like how a Dog will be loyal to you till the very end"

" Hmm? So you're saying Birds aren't Loyal? " Enchantress chimed and y/n's chuckle made Kirishima, Mina and Izuku shudder.

Her laugh was cold and forced; her eyes landed on Enchantress and a teasing smirk was now displayed on her face.

" Well Enchantress, Upon Personal experiences... Then my Answer is No. Birds aren't Loyal at All" Everyone shivered at her response simply because y/n had took the risk of jumping straight onto a landmine. Because Hawks had a bird based Quirk.

The temperature dropped to negative and even enchantress seemed to be affected by the sudden change of the atmosphere.

" Really Now? You wound me Baby Bird " Keigo's smile was passive aggressive and y/n didn't hesitate to return it.

" Don't call me That Hawks. And stop acting like you know me"

" I'm very Hurt by your words... Especially about your opinion on Birds. I for one am very Loyal "

" Nah, I Love dogs but I also like Bunnies... Take izuku for example. He's cute, shy and smart like a Bunny. Not Cunning, Manipulative and Sly Like a... Hawk" Y/n countered as she placed her Hand on top of Izuku's Head petting him gently.

Her action made a growl rip itself from Keigo's Throat and everyone froze at his aggressive reaction.

" Sure, I may be Cunning, Manipulative and Sly... But you forgot one thing Baby Bird "

" And what is it Hawks? "

" Hawks are Birds of Prey... And They are Very Possessive " Keigo answered, his Fetagers began to Bristow and sharpen; eyes trained on y/n's figure as he slightly lowered his stance.

" Huh? Why would I need to know tha------ahhhhh! " A scream was heard as y/n disappeared from her place as well as Hawks.

Unfortunately she was brisked away by the said Hero at A speed far top fast for the human eyes to follow.

" What the!? " Kirishima , Izuku and Mina who were knocked down on the ground after the Aerial impact of the winged hero were stunned as they frantically looked around for their Female Classmate who had vanished into thin air.

" Let them Be kids " Enchantress muttered as she gestured for the teens to follow her.

" B-but--!".

" Let. Them. Be..... Seriously I don't want to have any wrinkles because of that damn Cocky Hawks .... So let them be or else "

________________

" Hawks! Put me Down! " Y/n demanded, she was brisked away and slung onto his shoulders like a bag of potatoes and now Hawks was flying away and note that they are far from the ground.

" As you wish"

Y/n could practically feel the smirk in his voice and her heart dropped along with her body as she screamed for bloody murder because Hawks was being a Jerk and dropped her in Mid-air.

" Keiiiiigooooo! " Her scream was more of a threat and after 15 seconds of falling in Mid-air she was once again brisked away by the winged Hero who was smirking at her.

" God... I missed it so much when you used to call me by my name and not ' Hawks ' or ' Takami' " Keigo chuckled as he faced the girl who was holding onto him for dear life.

" Ah... Shit I almost died" Y/n hissed as she began shifting in her position, her legs were tightly wrapped around Keigo's Torso, her arms had snaked themselves around his neck and don't even get him started on how hard she was pushing her body against his.

" Easy baby Bird. Don't. Be too feisty with me... I might lose control " Keigo whispered bit he was met with a scowl.

" What is wrong with you? Can't you just leave me alone? If you think this is funny well it's not. I don't want to see or even hear you" Y/n spat out as her heart began pounding in her ribcage from both the adrenaline and embarrassment .

Hawks didn't answer and just gave her an intimidating glare that almost had her shrinking and burying her face on his chest.... Almost.

" Sure you don't want to see me... But really? Leeching yourself on every single boy who comes near you? You're driving me crazy Little Bird. I almost became a serial murderer because of you... Picture this... Pro hero Hawks; the first Hero to Murder a student because of Jealousy " Keigo bitterly laughed .

" Keigo... What the fuck are you saying? ---"

" I'm not done venting!, you think it's fun to mess with my head? Where the fuck were you over the past few weeks?! Seeing another man? While I stayed in my office drinking a huge load of bullshit? Driving myself crazy in that room anticipating when you'd show up again!? And now....now you have the guts to flirt with another man right in front of me " Keigo was pouring out all of his frustration right in front of her and he was far from being finished.

" For a moment there I almost considered the possibility of becoming a murderer... Just because he touched my Girl... He stole your attention away from me... I fucking waited and I resisted the urge to fucking drag you to the nearest alleyway y/n----"

" Cut to the fucking chase Keigo! "

" I Love you y/n! That's what I was trying to say Baby Bird. I Fucking Love you! " Keigo panted out and Y/n was more than speechless.

She didn't know what to feel, she didn't know how to react. After all that? And the effort she made to move on... Now... Now he's being so difficult and telling her he love her?!.

" Keigo, if you think a bullshit excuse like that is enough then you're wrong! Have you had any idea how hard and painful it was for me? How much I had to endure became I loved you? Damn well you don't and you don't have the right to slap this shit right in front of me you bastard! I cried myself to sleep and... And... You... ---" She couldn't finish her sentence when tears began to flood her eyes and was now cascading down her flushed cheeks.

She began sobbing and hitting Keigo's chest which has done absolutely zero no no damage at all.

Keigo's only response was to hold her in place and tighten his arms around her waist; letting her vent.

Of course he was awful to her. He was one hell of a fucking idiot to do this to the woman he loves.

He told her everything, it was true. He barely had any decent sleep and worked his ass off while waiting for her return. He didn't want to carry that habit of being an obsessive stalker. Of course he didn't tell her about how he had stalked her multiple times, he didn't want to scare her. But all of it was true. Including the jealousy part.

" I'm sorry Y/n....i really am--"

" Sorry ain't cutting shit you Jerk! Just when I'm moving on you stomp your way back in! "

" No y/n....don't ever move on. Stay here with me... I know this may sound toxic and shitty as fuck but hear me out... I know it hurts but bare with me... Don't move on.. Stay even if it hurts.. Don't leave me and give me every thing of who you are... No matter how painful it is "

" You selfish prick! Do you realize how greedy you sound! You fucking maniac! "

" I know! I know... But all my life I've been deprived of everything I actually wanted.. I was told to be this and not that... I never had the chance to actually have what I want so please y/n....allow me to be selfish when it comes to you... Let me be greedy and give me You. I don't care if I'm selfish because I'm only selfish when it comes to you.... So please. Beat me up, hit me, stab me... I don't care but just don't Leave me" Keigo growled; angry at his words and his selfish desires bit he couldn't help it.

Y/n who was still sobbing her heart out was listening to every word he had uttered. She fought back the idea of actually giving him a chance. She knew Keigo was sick to the bone but she's even worst knowing that this type of guy had attracted her and lured her to love him.

How... Why is she so soft when it comes to him? Is this how love really is? Because if it is... Then she doesn't give a shit. She wants him too. But she isn't going to make it any easier for him. If he wants her then he better earn her, No more miss nice y/n.

And He wanted her... He needed her and he isn't just about to let her go. He'll hunt her down even in hell.

" Keigo... You.... Ugh... I... Shit... "

" Is it working y/n...am I winning you over? "

" Only because I loved you Keigo you prick "

" Correction You still Love me...so be my girlfriend?"

" Whatever. Just so you know, I'm not saying yes to your proposal. You gotta earn me you fucking retard and it isn't going to be easy"

" I knew you were going to say something like that. And yes I'm ready to make those sacrifices for you, Just... No boys " Keigo smirked as he cradled the girl in his arms.

She still had her arms wrapped around his neck as he landed on one of the very few skyscrapers in the city.

" No can do Keigo... Your Baby Bird here is a Boy Magnet---" Upon seeing how fast Keigo's demeanor had shifted to something more gruesome she shut up immediately and nodded her head.

" You too Chicken wings... No girls for you"

" No can do, your Bird man here is a lady magnet " Keigo smirked returning her words at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes and reached her hand up to paw on his blonde hair; giving them a harsh yank but before she pulled him down, her lips meeting his in a rough and demanding kiss to avoid any form of kinky retort from Hawks.

Keigo immediately responded and took full control of dominance as his lips moved in sync with hers. Rough and passionate, but unfortunately Keigo was getting a little bit handsy; his hands made its way towards her thigh giving it a harsh squeeze but before he could do anything else she pulled away covering his mouth with her hands when he tried to catch her lips again.

" Nuh uh Keigo. We're Going slow "

" Ugh... Nice job being a Kill Joy Kid...tsk.."

" Fuck you Keigo"

" Why don't you do it yourself you Coward "

" Oh I will Keigo "

" Really? I don't mind breeding you right here if you wan---"

" Eww Keigo shut up. I was kidding. I want to be a Hero before becoming a Mom"

" Yeah, Good luck with that because I think you're gonna be a momma anytime soon because you said Yes to Me"

" I didn't say jack shit like that Keigo" Y/n snapped as she began squirming in his hold with Keigo chuckling and laughing at her poor attempt.

" Relax. I was Kidding-- "

" Thank Goodness for a moment there I actually thought you we---"

" Maybe "

" Keigo! "

End~? ♡...............

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thefloorisbalaclava · 5 years ago

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Everywhere - Chapter 6

Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is not a happy chapter and there is a timeskip of about a month but not right away but it’s marked so you’ll know when. It also switches to Javi’s POV towards the end and its italicized. This chapter is based on the song Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac. Some lyrics at the end. Also PLEASE DON’T HATE ME.

Summary: Running away from your feelings has a bigger affect on those around you than you expect. Especially Javier.

Warnings: cursing, ANGST

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You ate the food but you didn't taste it. The only thing you could taste was Javier. You still felt his lips on yours, his tongue tangling with yours, his hands grabbing your thighs and lifting you up…

"Hey," he said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Hm?"

"You gonna eat or just sit there biting on your lip all night?" he teased. You rolled your eyes and started eating. "Good. Leave the lip biting to me," he said as you took a drink of water. You immediately started choking and sputtering.

"Javier...not while I'm eating," you scolded when you finally caught your breath again.

"What do you have on under there?" he asked, pointing to you with his fork.

"Guess." You took another bite of food and sat back in your chair.

"Hmm...something lacy, black...no...navy blue." He eyes trailed down to where your robe opened right above your breasts. You had forgotten what you put on so you turned and peeked under your robe quickly.

"Close but no cigar."

"Oh really? C'mere." He sat back this time and waited for you.

"Why? What are you gonna do?"

"Just get over here."

You stood and walked to the other side of the table. He turned the chair to face you then pulled you closer by the belt of your robe. You giggled and he looked up at you with nothing but lust in his eyes.

"Let's see just how close I was." He pulled on the belt of your robe but you placed your hands over his and he stopped.

"The...um...my stomach...the bruising it's…" You looked away sheepishly letting your hands fall to your sides again.

"It's okay." This time you let him pull the knot out of the belt and your robe fell open. "So...I was right the first time," he said, "Black. It suits you."

"Th-thank you." You took a deep breath to calm yourself as he began touching you. He dragged his fingers over the bruising gently then looked up at you before pressing a kiss to your stomach. You closed your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair.

"Javi...be careful," you warned.

"What?" He pulled back quickly. "Does it hurt?"

"No. I'm just...ticklish." You chuckled and he shook his head before continuing his ministrations. It felt so good. Too good. He moved lower, his tongue lightly tracing the waistband of your panties. "Wait," you breathed.

"What?"

"We can't do this, Javier. I can't do this." You moved away from him and pulled your robe closed. "You should go."

He chuckled bitterly and shook his hand. He stood so quickly that the chair he was sitting in nearly fell over. "I'm sorry."

"Me too. Goodnight Javier." Without another word he walked out and you could breathe again. "You fucking idiot!" you whispered to yourself. You looked at the door but closed your eyes. "Don't you fuckin' dare." But just like before, you were walking out the door and over to his. Then you were knocking and he was opening the door. You could hardly get inside before he pulled you against him and kissed you hungrily. You winced and he apologized before pulling your robe off and leading you to the couch. He laid down first and pulled you on top of him, groaning when you swirled your hips against him.

"Couldn't resist, huh?"

"Don't get cocky, Peña." You sat up and moved your hips a little more.

"Fuck...too late." He smirked and sat up so he could take off his shirt and kiss you again.

This was happening. You were doing this. You were about to have sex with a man you had only known for a few weeks. Hey, you only live once, right?

The knocks on the door made you both freeze and look at each other before turning to the door.

"Javi, I know you're there," a woman said through the door in a sing-songy voice. Javier closed his eyes and your head dropped as you scoffed.

"Of course." You slid off his lap and bent to pick up your robe. "An informant I'm guessing."

"Just...gimme a second." He opened the door and the woman threw herself on him, kissing him deeply.

"Right," you said quietly before being noticed by the woman.

"Oh, did I interrupt something? Is this why you haven't called me in so long, Javi?"

"Okay. I'm gonna go. Have...fun." You walked out the open door and back to your apartment. God, you felt like a goddamn fool.

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The next morning, you laid in bed for hours after waking up. You usually hated not being able to work, but in this case you were glad. There was no way you could face Javier after what happened. There would be no bumping into him either. Nope. You were just going to stay in your apartment and never leave.

You eventually rolled out of bed and went to the mirror to check and see if the bruising had started to fade. This had become a ritual now and you knew there would be no change at least for a couple of weeks but you couldn't help looking. You pressed on the largest bruise and hissed in pain. That was dumb but you wanted to feel something; you wanted to feeling anything other than what you were feeling for Javier. Why did you feel anything for him in the first place? He didn't deserve your feelings. You had told yourself time and again to never let a man make you feel like shit, but that was easier said than done.

It had been your fault though, hadn't it? You heard what he had said the other day about what kind of women he liked and what he liked to do with them. It had been spelled out for you and yet you still let yourself be taken in by his goddamn charm. And that stupid fucking pink shirt.

"You're an idiot," you told yourself in the mirror. "Top of the fuckin' class."

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Later that day, you sat down to write--something you hadn't done in a long time. You vented. The ink bled onto the paper and with every word you felt less...less for him. The anger, the passion, the most likely unreciprocated and unrequited feelings you had were spilling out on page after page. You needed a break. You needed to scream, to cry. Anything.

You got dressed and found yourself getting a taxi to the station. You weren't supposed to be there, but you didn't care. When you walked into the office Steve jumped up ready to scold you.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked. He tried to look angry but seeing the bruises on your face made him more concerned than anything. Javier was on the other side of the office talking to another man you had never seen before. He turned around when he heard Steve talking to you.

"I got bored," you told him. He walked around his desk, shaking his head, then took you by surprise by pulling you into a hug. "I'm okay. Really. But you probably shouldn't squeeze me that hard."

"Shit! I'm sorry." He pulled away. "You okay?"

"Been better." Javier walked over but you ignored him, keeping your eyes on Steve. "Uh...I know I'm not supposed to be here but you got any news for me?" you asked eagerly.

"No unfortunately." He sighed and nodded to the man beside Javier. "This is Horacio Carrillo. He's the leader of the Search Bloc and also the Colonel of the Colombian police."

You turned and finally got a good look at this Horacio. Your eyes widened slightly and you smiled as you reached out to shake his hand. "Hi...I mean, uh, mucho gusto."

"Nice to meet you too though I wish it was under better circumstances." His English was flawless and so was he. You shook that thought right out of your head and took your hand from his.

"Yeah," was the only thing you could think of saying. You looked away and accidentally locked eyes with Javier. He lifted his hand in an awkward greeting and you turned back to Horacio.

"I've heard a lot about you," the handsome man said.

"Oh, have you? Good things I hope." You glanced at Steve and he winked.

"Yes and I also know you're supposed to be at home resting, no?" His lip twitched and you assumed it was a smile.

"Yes, sir, you're right but I just needed some air." That was a lame excuse.

"I know what it's like not being able to do your job." Horacio looked at Javier then at Steve.

"But...we need her completely healthy," Steve cut in, putting his hands on your shoulders. "Now...you're going home, right?"

"Yeah...whatever," you said, defeated.

"Javier, you mind taking her?" Steve threw him the keys.

"No!" you shouted and the three men stared at you. "I mean...I can get a taxi. It's fine." You said an awkward goodbye then made your way out of the office. As you walked down the stairs as fast as you could with bruised ribs, you heard someone call your name. Without looking back you knew exactly who it was.

"Hey...hey! Slow the fuck down!" Javier grabbed your arm as soon as you made it out the door.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You snatched your arm away, hitting your ribs accidentally. You winced and grabbed your side as you turned away from him.

"You okay?" he asked, touching your back gently.

"Please leave me alone, Javier," you grunted as you shook his hand off you.

"I'm giving you a ride."

"No you're not." You flagged a taxi down and it stopped at the curb. Before you could open the door, Javier looked into the window and spoke to the driver then threw him some money. The man drove off and you shouted in frustration. "What the fuck, Peña! Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"We need to talk."

"I ain't got anything to say to you." Your vision became blurry and you realized that there were tears in your eyes. You hated how when you got angry you cried.

"Let's go." He grabbed your arm lightly and walked you over to one of the cars before opening the door. "Get in." You hesitated but eventually got in and he closed the door before getting in the car. He didn't start it, he only sat there squeezing the steering wheel before looking at you. You refused to look at him.

"What are you waiting for?" you asked quietly. You sniffled then looked out the window.

"For you to look at me."

"No. Just take me home please."

"Can we at least talk?" he asked.

"About what, Javier?!" you snapped. "If it's about...that...I have nothing to say. It was a mistake. I was emotionally exhausted and you just happened to be there when I had a moment of weakness."

"That's all it was? You didn't feel anything?"

"What am I supposed to feel? You don't feel things so why should I?" Please just start the fucking car, you thought.

"I have feelings," he said angrily.

"Hm…"

He waited for you to say something else but when you didn't he mumbled something then started the car. When he pulled up to the building, he touched your arm, stopping you from getting out of the car.

"Look...I'm sorry," he said.

You finally looked at him then scoffed. "Yeah...you are." When you got out of the car you didn't bother looking back but you should have because you would have seen that Javier had gotten out the car to follow you. He ended up running in front of you and blocking your path. "Move Peña."

"Look at me," he said quietly. When you continued to look everywhere else he grabbed your upper arms and jostled you a bit. "Look at me!"

You glowered at him and shouted back. "What?!"

"I...fucked up."

"Oh, please Javier." You pulled away from his grip and walked around him. "You know what...I'm more angry at myself for ever even getting close to you. I would have been much better off hating you like I was."

He stood where he was with his hands on his hips, exasperated. "So...is that it?"

"Yes, Agent Peña, that's it." You stormed into the building and straight to your apartment. At that moment, you didn't care if you never saw Javier Peña ever again.

-A MONTH OR SO LATER-

You had been distracted all day. The phone call you had made earlier had been on your mind all day.

"You managed to almost get yourself killed...again. What the hell is going on?" Steve asked and you couldn't look him in the eye. Javier ran over after making sure the hideout was all clear.

"Nothing." You walked away as soon as Javier made it to Steve's side. That day was still burned into your memory. How he kissed you. How he touched you. How you almost… and then that woman showed up and he actually opened the door. You had been half naked in front of him but she had been able to get his attention anyway. Guess you were too good. And that wasn't what Javier Peña was looking for.

"Hey!" Steve ran up behind you and grabbed your arm as you walked away.

"What Murphy?"

"Oh, so I'm Murphy now? What the hell is going on with you?" he asked again. "And don't say 'nothing' because I know it's not true."

"I'm just...tired," you lied, rubbing your eyes.

"Bullshit." Steve waited a moment before speaking again. "This have anything to do with the phone call I got earlier?"

You pulled your hand away from your eyes. "What phone call?"

"The chief back home called...said you wanted to go back to the States." He watched you, waiting for your reaction. "Were you even gonna tell me?" he asked.

"Steve...I just...I'm no good here. I can't be here anymore."

He stared at you until you finally looked at him. "What did he do?" he inquired.

"What did who do?" You pretended to not have any idea what he was talking about but he gave you that look that cut right through the bullshit. "He's an asshole," was all you could say.

"Yeah, I know. We all know that. There's more to it though, right? Did you sleep with him?" It was so sudden and unexpected that you gasped aloud.

"Steve! God...I...I...no." You feigned shock but, once again, Steve knew you too well to be fooled. "Almost…" you whispered.

"Almost?"

"One of his informants showed up when we were about to...but that doesn't matter. I'm not leaving because of that…"

"You sure about that?" He looked back at Javier who had been watching the two of you talking. "You gonna tell him?"

"No. I don't want you to either. Not until you know I'm on the plane. Do not tell him." You poked his chest as you said it.

He shook his head but gave in. "Fine but I hope you know you're gonna break his heart."

"Javier Peña doesn't have a fuckin' heart. He has two heads and can only think with one at a time and it's usually not the one on his shoulders."

"You love him, don't you?" Steve asked.

"Don't be ridiculous." You laughed but Steve was completely serious. You cleared your throat and looked down.

"You haven't been this angry since things went bad with your guy back home…and you loved him. I think part of the reason you even agreed to come here when I asked is because you were running away from your pain at home and now you're running away again."

"Connie must really be getting to you," you sniffled. "I didn't mean to, okay? I'm angry at myself because I shouldn't have let him in at all. I knew how he was and yet…" You threw your arms up and scoffed. "I hate him."

"You don't."

"I know, Murphy! Just...let me pretend I do, okay? Please…"

"Alright, alright. Come here." He pulled you into a hug and that only made you want to cry more. "We sayin' goodbye right now?"

"We ain't gonna be able to any other time," you said sadly. "You come home safe, you hear me?" You looked up at him and he nodded. "You get that motherfuckin' Escobar and you and Connie come home."

"Yes ma'am."

"Say bye to Connie for me. I can't bear to do it myself."

"You got it. I'll see you stateside. Promise." He let you go and put his hand on your shoulder. "Take care of yourself."

"I will if you do the same." You straightened up then looked over at Javier. "Take care of that one too, won't you?"

"I'll try."

Your eyes widened as you noticed Javier making his way over. "I'm gonna get out of here now. Just tell him you sent me home because I was really stressed out or something. Bye Steve," you whispered.

"Bye." He raised his hand and dropped it as you walked away. You didn't look back. You couldn't.

-A FEW HOURS LATER-

You sat on the plane willing your tears not to spill over. This was the right thing to do. Colombia wasn't the place for you and that was that. You did everything you could.

Steve sat with Javier in the office, drinking whiskey from coffee mugs.

"Why'd you send her home again?" Javier asked Steve.

"She wasn't feeling well. The stress was really getting to her," he lied.

"Well, I hope she'll be okay soon. She just got the okay to get back out in the streets with us." Javier drank from his mug and sighed.

"Yeah…"

"She'll probably be excited for what we're doing next. Storming hideouts seems to be her favorite." Javier smiled fondly.

Steve sighed and put his mug down and put his head in his hands before speaking. "She's not here," he confessed.

"Uh yeah, I know. She's home where you sent her."

"No. I mean...she's gone."

"Gone?" Javier laughed once then became serious. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"She's on a plane back home right now." He looked at his watch. "Yup."

"She what?" Javier stood up and put his hands on his hips then began pacing the floor. "What? Why?"

"You, you fuckin' idiot." Steve drank down the rest of his whiskey.

"I didn't…" Javier shrugged then the realization hit him. "Mierda," he whispered.

"She loved you." Steve knew you'd probably hate him for telling Javier that but there was nothing you could do right now.

"Loved me? She treated me like shit."

"And you treated her better?" Steve asked, crossing his arms.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know?"

"I dunno, man, but I'm thinkin' it's a little too late now." Steve stood up and put on his jacket. "I'm goin' home. You should too." Javier didn't speak. Steve patted his shoulder as he walked past him to the door.

---

Javier wouldn't be able to tell you how long he had been sitting there staring at nothing. The bottle of whiskey was empty now and he held the empty mug absentmindedly. He picked up a folder that had been sitting on his desk and threw it. "Fuck!" That's when he noticed it, the small piece of paper that had been hidden under the folder. When you snuck in to put it there you had hoped it would be a good spot. His hand trembled as he reached out to pick it up.

Javier,

By now you know that I'm gone. By now you're probably thinking of the next woman you're gonna drown your sorrows in. I just wanted to tell you that I'm not mad at you anymore. I am hurt but I am no longer angry. You warned me but I didn't listen. Every part of me screamed no while my heart told me yes. That was my mistake. Following my heart has always been a weakness of mine, but I think this time I found another weakness: you. You had me wrapped around your finger from the first time I saw you and you didn't even know it. I treated you like shit because I felt that pull and wanted to avoid it all costs but you weaseled your way in anyway. I guess with all these pointless words I'm really just trying to say three: I love you. I shouldn't but I do. And I know it doesn't mean anything to you but I feel better getting it out. You'll probably throw this letter away and forget about me in a few weeks and that's fine but I'll probably think of you even when I don't want to and I know for sure I'll never forget you. I'm sorry I never said goodbye but I think you know why now. Take care of yourself and I'll do the same.

He read over the letter four, five times until his eyes burned and his heart ached. He thought of balling up the paper and throwing it in the trash or, better yet, burning it, instead, he folded it back up and held it tightly in his hand before putting it in his pocket. He had broken plenty of hearts before and always prided himself on not being able to have his heart broken. It would've been true, then, what you said about him not having a heart. In a way it was true. The pain he felt made it clear that he had something there but it couldn't have been his heart.

It couldn't have been his heart because you had ripped it out and taken it with you.

I follow you down until the sound Of my voice will haunt you (Give me just a chance) You’ll never get away from the sound Of the woman that loved you (Was I just a fool)

Time cast a spell on you But you won’t forget me I know I could have loved you But you would not let me

#Javier Peña #Javier Peña x fem!reader #Narcos #narcos netflix #Pedro Pascal #headcanon

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Blue | Baekhyun

Summary: You had every reason to hate him. You, the popular bad girl of Slytherin, him, the nice and perfect student of Gryffindor. Until one night, when you discover that there is something both of you have in common.

ft. older mean brother Sehun

Genre: Hogwarts!au, bad girl!au, good boy!au, fluff

Word count: 8k

A/N: I’ve always wanted to write a Hogwarts au, so here I go. I made our Baekhyun super shy and soft, and I have a feeling that it will be a little different than the usual Baek fanfics, but I hope you will like it. Also this is the second fanfic featuring my good friend Sarah and her ulti because it was her wish xxx I hope you like it as well, Hoseok’s girlfriend! <3 (P.S. I recommend listening to ‘Blue’ by Taeyeon <3 while reading!)

“Don’t even think about it!”

You dashed past the other students who were peacefully walking through the corridor, heading to their classrooms. You wanted to disappear from his vision as quick as possible to avoid the confrontation in front of the whole school.

Not that you could keep it all a secret, though. Sooner or later everyone will know what happened anyway, the charms of being the most popular girl in the year.

But for now, you didn’t really care. You just wanted to get away from him and save yourself from listening to his endless blabbering. After all none of that was your own fault, you didn’t have anything else to say to him.

To your boyfriend.

Well, ex-boyfriend.

You slowed down and turned left, you should have already lost him in the crowd of other students. You stopped and leaned on the cold wall in the almost empty corridor.

Big mistake.

A few seconds later you heard fast footsteps and sounds of gasping for air. You immediately flinched and were ready to turn on your heel and run forward, but it was already too late for that. Soon your eyes came to a view of a familiar head with fluffy fair hair.

That was it with escaping from Taehyung.

“Y/N! Why are you running when I’m talking to you?” He was now right in front of you, breathing loudly and looking at you with an angry expression.

“If I kept on running then it would mean that I have no interest in talking to you anymore, didn’t you notice?”

“Oh come on Y/N, always being sarcastic as I don’t know what. Can’t we just talk in priva-”

“No!” You felt blood rushing to your cheeks. You were the one who had the right to be angry. You had trusted him enough to tell him a lot about your life and you thought that every word you said stayed between the two of you. After all you had been dating, right? You were cursing yourself for being so naive and for trusting him so much so quickly. He betrayed your trust, and now you were facing the consequences. “There is nothing more to talk about, Taehyung. I told you the most personal stuff that happened in my life and you just casually tell your friends all of this? Are you actually serious? This is how a supposed boyfriend acts? I understand that they have been your friends for ages but, god, there are some limits! Do you think I went out there and revealed all of your secrets to Kyungsoo, Minseok or my brother?” You felt your eyes becoming warm. You didn’t think that you were exaggerating, for you it was a reason enough to break up with him for good. If you couldn’t trust your own boyfriend, then what kind of a relationship was it supposed to be?

“You are behaving as if I cheated on you.” Taehyung straightened and furrowed his eyebrows, still looking you right in your eyes. “Which I didn’t! I-”

“Oh, but you did. You cheated on my trust.”

“Baby, don’t be ridiculous. You-”

“Don’t baby me! Thanks to your big mouth, now the entire Ravenclaw knows about me being a virgin and still sleeping with a teddy bear! Thank you very much!” You could tell you were completely red from anger and embarassment. Even your own brother and your two cousins, who were also like brothers to you, didn’t know about the teddy bear. But those weren’t the only things that you learned Taehyung was telling his friends and others from his house about you. That one time, you told him some childhood story of yours when you were about six years old and Sehun seven. Back then in the summer, you had a glorious idea of stealing your brother’s underwear and run in those, half naked around the house yelling that you were a superhero now. It may be funny to tell that someone who’s close to you just to have a good laugh about the stupid things you did as a child, but it surely was super embarassing to have 35 other students asking you if you share underwear with your older brother. It already sounded completely sick to you, besides in your opinion something like that was embarassing your brother as well. Sehun may be a jackass, but he was your brother and only you had the right to embarass him.

“Calm down, Y/N. What is it to you now? You said it yourself that all of those are just some childhood stories and similar things. Come on, don’t be stupid-” Taehyung reached his hand to grab you by the waist, but you brushed him off.

“You are right Taehyung. I won’t be stupid anymore, that’s why I’m breaking up with you. And don’t even try to talk to me again.” You sent him one last glare and very quickly walked away, leaving him there with his mouth open. As you were walking up the stairs, you only heard him shouting behind you.

“Alright, go! I don’t need you anyway!”

Dumb idiot.

You didn’t want to think about it any further. You ran your fingers through your silky locks and exhaling deeply, you headed to the Slytherin common room where you would hopefully find Minseok to vent about all your frustrations of the day.

“So you really broke up?” Your cousin’s eyes were fixed on your exhausted expression.

“Yes! Minmin, why didn’t you warn me-”

“Oh I did, but you were so charmed by him that you didn’t listen.” Minseok stood up from his seat and plopped on the couch next to you. “But what really concerns me is...” He put his hand on his heart and with an exaggerated shocked expression exhaled: “You still sleep with a teddy bear?!”

You hit him in the shoulder. “Shut up! You are supposed to morally support me!”

Minseok broke down in laughter. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just wanted to lighten the mood a little.” He wiped a single tear from his right eye, a result of the sudden laugh attack. “Listen, I really hate it that you’re feeling like this right now, but it’s not permanent. Even Sehun didn’t like him, believe me, that Taehyung kid wasn’t worth your time. As for the things he told everyone from Ravenclaw, they will probably forget it very soon and find some new stuff to talk about. Just ignore it, they don’t have the courage to come up to us anyway.”

“Hmm, yeah, you’re right.” You wrapped your arms around your knees and rested your chin on them. “But it still makes me mad, I mean, who does he think he is? Next time I see him, I will-”

“You will ignore his existence and concentrate better on your lessons. You are learning important potions now, baby-idiot-sister.” Sehun’s strong voice filled the room as he suddenly appeared at the doorframe.

“Leave me alone you clown.” You turned around to properly face him.

He made a face. “So this is how you thank your marvellous older brother? Clown? What are you then, you are the size of my toe-”

“Okay, cut it, both of you” Minseok rolled his eyes. “Really, you are always behaving just like when you were five...”

You raised your eyebrows at your brother. “And excuse me, brother? But for what exactly do you expect me to thank you?”

Sehun threw himself on the seat where previously Minseok was sitting. “I met Chanyeol on my way here, he told me that there is some fuss among Ravenclaw. Apparently your ex-boyfriend is being overly dramatic about your break up and, well, everybody knows now.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“Of course he is. It’s obvious that everybody will know, sooner or later. And who the hell is Chanyeol?”

Sehun straightened in his seat. “Ah, you know, that tall one with big ears, Gryffindor. I think he is in your potion class. He always hangs out with that another one, what was his name...” He tapped his lip with the index finger trying to recall the name of the other boy. “Shit, I don’t remember. Black hair, often wears glasses, not too tall. Ask your friend Sarah, they are in the same house.”

“Mhm, yeah. So what was that I have to thank you for?”

“Riiiiiiight. About your jackass of an ex-boyfriend.”

You were slowly losing your patience. Your brother was that type of person who would start talking, then get distracted and if not rushed to finish what he was about to say, it would go on like this for another hour. “Sehun, the hell, tell me what you wanted to tell and let’s move on!”

“I jinxed him.”

You heard Minseok’s attempts not to burst out in laughter again.

Your idiot of a brother did what?

“Oh my, are you standing up for your little sister?” You sent him a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Hold on there, he was talking about me as well! I was doing this mainly to stop him from meddling any further in my business. Don’t flatter yourself.” He said the last sentence trying not to smile.

You couldn’t help it, but smile too. Most of the time you and Sehun were having your usual sibling fights and insulting each other, but deep down you knew he cared for you just like you cared for him, and wouldn’t let off easily anyone who hurt you in one way or another.

Of course you would never tell him this, it would only boost his already enormous ego.

“Well, then thank you, oh marvellous brother of mine.” You ran your fingers through your locks, the second time in that day. “Moving on, where is Kyungsoo?”

“I’m here!” The three of you heard a melodic voice, echoing in the air.

Soon the small figure of your other cousin, Kyungsoo, appeared in your vision. He was carrying a few books and a package from what you could see, were beans in every flavour.

“What took you so long?” Minseok extended his hand to Kyungsoo, indicating the package, which he handed him after putting his books on the table.

“Ah, I got caught up after my class. Baekhyun wanted to thank me for explaining to him a few spells he wasn’t getting right the last time, and gave me those as a thank you gift.” Kyungsoo pointed to the beans which Minseok was now trying to open without tearing apart the whole package.

“Baekhyun?” You asked.

“Ah, that was his name!” Sehun almost yelled, which caused you to flinch. “You know, that kid who’s friends with Chanyeol.”

“Yeah, that’s him. He’s really cool, actually. One of the few Gryffindor people with whom I get along quite well.” Kyungsoo sat beside you on the couch, reaching for the beans package that Minseok was still holding and already shoving a mouthful into his mouth.

“Ew, gross. You are really eating so many different flavours at once?” You furrowed your eyebrows at Minseok next to you.

“I’m not questioning you not eating any meat, so let me be.”

“Ah, whatever you say Minmin.” You stood up, running both your hands through your hair. “Alright, I think I’m going to my dorms now. See you in the morning.”

“Don’t think too much, remember what I told you!” You heard Minseok saying behind you.

“I won’t! Good night!”

I really have to appreciate my family a little more sometimes, you thought to yourself.

When you woke up in the following morning, your mood wasn’t as bad as you expected it to be. Despite the fact that your first class was the potion class, you hoped that you would get through the day without hearing any stupid comments. And without seeing Taehyung’s face as well.

You were friends with two people from Gryffindor, who luckily happened to be in the same morning potion class as you, so you always sat with them. Sarah and Hoseok were known as the cutest couple in your year, what you always envied a little, comparing to your love life which wasn’t exactly as colourful as theirs appeared to be. By all means, you weren’t jealous, they were your good friends and you were happy seeing both of them happy. You just wished you would have some more luck in that category yourself.

After separating ways with Sehun, Minseok and Kyungsoo who were heading to their classes, you entered your classroom. Sarah and Hoseok were already sitting there, spotting you just as you walked in. You approached the table and sat beside her, adjusting your uniform.

“We heard everything, what happened yesterday?” Hoseok peeked from behind his girlfriend’s shoulder, asking you exactly the question you hoped you wouldn’t have to give an answer to.

“If you heard everything, then why are you asking?”

Sarah bit her lip before speaking, “We only heard Taehyung yelling around that it’s over with you and him, then later some students from Ravenclaw were whispering around that Sehun went to see him mad as hell and at the end of the day he was jinxed. I mean, Taehyung was.”

You huffed. “Yeah, I broke up with him. He was spreading personal things in his house, so basically the entire Ravenclaw knows what I was doing at home in the summer when I was six. But please don’t ask me to tell you the whole story again because I just want to move on from this as quick as I can.” You closed your eyes and put your palm on your forehead.

“I don’t know who does he thinks he is, but he isn’t that.” Sarah crossed her arms, a slightly angry look on her face. “I mean, like, you don’t do that to your girlfriend. And don’t worry, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Anyway he got what he deserved.” She tucked her dark locks behind her ear before basically squealing, and making you flinch in your seat. “But, I caaaaan’t! Your brother actually openly stands up for you??? That’s so sweet of Sehun, stooooop-”

“What the hell? My brother is everything else but sweet, okay. Ew. Hoseok, collect your girlfriend.”

Hoseok just chuckled. “Why, I think it’s sweet of him too.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled anyway. Just as you were about to open your book, someone entering the classroom caught your attention. You looked up from your book to observe the boy who’s eyes seemed to be searching something - or someone, among all the desks and students who already filled the classroom.

Not too tall, black hair, glasses, apparently Gryffindor... Something clicked in your head, he must be that boy Sehun and Kyungsoo were talking about yesterday. What was his name again?

“Sarah, Hoseok... That guy with glasses over there, what’s his name?” You asked quietly, indicating with your head in the boy’s direction.

“That’s Baekhyun. Oh, looks like the seat beside Chanyeol is already taken.” Hoseok was observing him too, with his chin resting in the palm of his hand.

Baekhyun. A pretty name, you thought.

You looked around the class. Chanyeol, very tall and big ears. You couldn’t tell if someone was tall or not while everyone was sitting of course, but eventually your eyes landed on a boy with silver hair and, well, really big ears. It should be him.

The seat beside Chanyeol was indeed already occupied by a girl with short honey-coloured hair, who was smiling and chuckling. God, probably hoping for some flirting before the class starts. You looked at her, realising it was the girl who usually sat next to you.

Your eyes returned to look at Baekhyun again. The class was already full, his usual spot already occupied and the only free seat beside you, so that meant...

“Seriously, this chuckling doll is all over him. Should I call Baekhyun to come sit with us today? I will call him.” Hoseok was already waving at the boy calling his name before you could do anything to stop him. “Ey, Baekhyun!”

“Hoseok, chill, maybe. You don’t have to scream right in my ear like some idiot.” Sarah covered her left ear with her hand, grimacing.

Baekhyun turned his head in your direction, nodding quickly before approaching your table.

As he walked, his black bangs were sliding smoothly on his forehead, which he swiftly pulled back rather messily, with his hand.

You felt your cheeks becoming warm. What was wrong with you? You just broke up with someone, and yet here you were blushing at some guy who, you very recently discovered, existed in your potion class.

You were pulled back into reality in the moment he plopped on the chair right next to you.

“Chanyeol usually keeps my seat free until I arrive, but I guess he has some more interesting company today.” Baekhyun’s warm voice filled your ears. “Thanks for calling me over, otherwise I would probably still stand there like an idiot until professor Snape arrived.”

“You’re welcome.” Sarah smiled happily at him, then threw a quick glance at you. “Oh, I actually never introduced you to Y/N right here.” She put her arm around you before continuing. “The princess of Slytherin, Sehun’s little sister Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, that’s Byun Baekhyun, a straight up A student, the whole Gryffindor is jealous of him. And surely other houses are too.”

Baekhyun’s cheeks were now tinted pink. “You praise me too much, Sarah, really.” He nervously scratched the back of his neck before sending you a shy smile. “Nice to meet you. I heard a lot about you around our school.”

Suddenly you heard your own voice, speaking in a rather unpleasant tone. “Oh really? Like that what Ravenclaw is spreading around? Then I’m sure you heard a lot.”

You paused. Why did you snap at him like that out of nowhere? Such a behaviour wasn’t unusual for you though, one of your traits you were known for was your careless sharp tongue. Regardless, the poor boy didn’t really do anything wrong for you to be mean to him like that, seeing that it was the first time you were talking to him.

Baekhyun’s smile fell from his lips. He adjusted his round glasses and quietly cleared his throat. “Uhm, well...”

“Khahahaha! Y/N, charming as always. Don’t be mean to Baekhyun!” Hoseok reached over Sarah’s shoulder and poked you in your side with his pen. “Don’t take it personally Baek, it’s difficult to become friends with her.”

You squinted your eyes at your friend. “None asked you to become friends with me, you overenthusiastic idiot.”

“See what I’m talking about?” Hoseok flashed you a bright smile after plopping back in his seat.

“Collect yourselves, both of you, do you really always need to argue?” Sarah covered her face with her hands.

Before it could go any further, professor Snape entered the classroom, beginning the lesson right away.

You crossed your arms on your chest. Was it just the anger because of your break up coming out? Probably. After all, you couldn’t just forget everything and move on overnight, right? Then again, there was this Baekhyun guy. How could someone be so nice? You only properly knew him for a couple of minutes now, but you could already tell that he had this nice aura, the aura of someone who was always nice, if it makes any sense. For some reason, you couldn’t really stand people who were always being nice in any situation and to anyone. Something similar just wasn’t in your nature. You could also say that you, more or less, resembled your brother Sehun. Your personalities were quite similar and he didn’t really get it how others could be nice all the time as well. You thought to yourself that maybe that was the reason why you started talking to Sarah at some point in your previous school years, because despite the fact that she also was a nice girl, there were some moments when she could snap and shove her opinion straight in someone’s face. Later on, when she started dating Hoseok it was the natural turn of events that you somehow became friends with him as well. He was loud, bright and talkative, but after some time passed you got used to it and accepted it as a thing that couldn’t be changed.

Then you remembered what Kyungsoo brought yesterday as he came back to your common room. You would never think of giving someone you barely knew a gift for just explaining to you some spells. Was it again a nice people’s thing?

You were about to get lost in your thoughts for good if not for someone’s hand waving in front of your nose.

“What?”

“Uhm.” Baekhyun was directly looking at your annoyed face. “Professor Snape told us to prepare a potion in pairs.” He looked over to Sarah and Hoseok who were already with their noses in the book, checking the ingredients they needed. “I guess we have to do it together then.”

“Okay, what potion do we have to get ready?”

“The Hate Potion.”

“Beautiful.” You scoffed. It was just perfect, as if there wasn’t enough hate in your life until now.

“Have you ever done it before?” Baekhyun reached for the book, opening it and looking for the right page.

“Why, because I look like a hater?”

He opened and closed his mouth, seeming to search for words. “No, no, I was just asking”, he said softly.

You weren’t really an expert when it came to potions, so you decided that you would use Baekhyun’s presence to your advantage, seeing the he apparently knew what he was doing adding the ingredients to the already lightly boiling water.

“Are you sure that the temperature shouldn’t be higher? It looks like it will take forever to boil it.” You asked him, peering at the mixture.

“No, the book says it has to be at a low heat. Here, take a look.” He put his index finger on a sentence in the book, showing you the instruction.

“But everyone else seem to be ready or at least finishing.” You looked around. “It wouldn’t hurt to quicken it, would it? Come on, I want to already finish this.”

“But-”

Before Baekhyun could say anything you pushed him aside and put the potion on a much greater heat. The mixture started creating huge bubbles, the surface rising and looking like it was about to explode right from the pot it was in.

“Uhm, Y/N, I really don’t think-”

“Be quiet, look, it’s already-”

Hisssssss. Plop. Boom.

The liquid started flowing out of the pot, the heated bubbles growing even bigger and causing the pot itself to fall and spread the still boiling potion everywhere.

“Oh no.”

Professor Snape’s head turned immediately in your direction, acknowledging the sight of the mess you created. “Y/L/N! What do you think you are doing?” His dark eyes were shooting you angry glares.

“Uh, heating up the potion, I guess.” His face expression alone was already getting on your nerves.

“You, always causing damage in this class! Unlike you, there are other students who would like to actually concentrate and follow the lesson.” His fierce eyes were still looking directly at you. “I feel bad for Byun who had to deal with you. If you really can’t sit still, I have the right thing for you to do. Tonight you will clean the entire Quidditch field. And without using magic.”

“But professor-”

“No buts! Now leave.”

You stood there, processing what you just heard. Clean the entire Quidditch field? Was he being serious right now? Without using any magic to do it it will take the whole night to finish!

You turned your head to Baekhyun, pointing at him. “What about him?”

“Byun wasn’t the one causing trouble, was he? Now leave the classroom Y/L/N, before you get minus ten points.”

“Minus ten points your face.” You muttered under your breath, snatching your belongings from your seat and ignoring the worried looks of Sarah and Hoseok, heading directly to the exit.

You really wanted to blame Baekhyun for that what just happened, but it really pained you acknowledging the fact that it was entirely your own fault for being kicked out of the class and getting the ridiculous punishment.

You made sure to slam the door with as much force as you could, then proceeded to run all the way back to the Slytherin common room, failing to hear the rest of the class leaving the classroom and a familiar voice calling your name behind you.

Later that day, you were pacing around the common room, aggressively grabbing different objects and putting them in different places, seeing that your anger level was still rising with each thought of your last class. Just as you were about to take off your shoes and just throw them into space hoping to let it out at least a little, you noticed Kyungsoo appearing in the doorway.

“Hey, Y/N, someone’s here to see you.” He leaned on the door, observing your actions.

“Tell them to get lost.”

“You don’t even wanna know who it is?”

“Please tell me it isn’t Taehyung. If it’s him, this shoe will land on his sorry face, hopefully breaking something.” You told him, raising your right leg and pointing at your black shoe.

“Then good that it isn’t him.” Kyungsoo held back a chuckle. “Come on, he said he really wanted to talk you.”

He?

“Can’t you tell me who it is?”

“Just go, he’s waiting outside.”

“Uh, yeah, alright.” You collected yourself and walked to the door.

You didn’t know who to expect, but you most certainly didn’t expect Baekhyun to slowly walk back and forth, waiting.

Did he come to tell you what an idiot he thought you were? Because if so, then he could save it to himself.

“Baekhyun? What the hell are you doing here?”

He immediately turned to look at you. “I wanted to talk to you, look, I’m sorry for what happened. Professor Snape can exaggerate sometimes.”

You looked him up and down. “That’s it?”

His gaze wavered, unsure what to say next. “Uhm, no, I actually came to ask you if you want me to help you out tonight. We can finish it quicker than if you did all the work by yourself.”

“Why do you want to help me? You barely even know me.”

“I know, I just... I feel guilty. Besides a little company would be nice, right?” He flashed you a bright smile.

You hesitated. Why is he being so nice?

“Are you always so nice?”

“What?”

“Are you always so nice.” You repeated. “And even when I was being a total jackass to you, you are willing to help me?”

Baekhyun pulled his black bangs away from his eyes. “I may not really know you, but I don’t think you are a bad person.”

You chuckled.

“Alright then. Meet me at the Quidditch field when it gets dark outside.”

He smiled again. He was actually quite cute when he smiled.

Wait, what? Nononono, you weren’t allowed to think such things. You brushed the thoughts aside and returned the smile before turning around and heading back to the common room.

“You should do it often.”

You stopped and looked at him once again. “What?”

He just shrugged. “Smile. It suits you.”

You felt your cheeks heating up. You turned away and rushed into the room, not saying anything more.

As the night came, you found yourself grabbing a basket and heading out of the dorms. You would really rather take off your school uniform and make yourself comfortable in your warm bed, but instead you had to go out in the dark and wander around the Quidditch field, cleaning it.

You laughed to yourself. It really was the silliest punishment you’ve ever got in your carrier at Hogwarts.

And you already had plenty on your account.

You could say, you could be quite troublesome sometimes. That was something what distinguished you from Sehun. The most he did was saying a few sharp words back, ignoring the fact that he actually jinxed Taehyung the other day, what never really happened before with anyone else. You on the other hand, always picking up arguments and saying a few words too much, saying before thinking and often being even disrespectful towards others. That resulted in getting the nickname ‘princess of Slytherin’ and several detentions.

As you stepped outside, you began to wonder if Baekhyun really was going to show up.

You tucked your soft hair behind your ear and looked up in the blue night sky. Sky was something what never failed to amaze you. You loved it, looking up there and just observing. You could do it all day and all night long. It had some kind of an unexplained energy. You loved it the most when it was all blue, a colour that was your absolute favourite. If it was a light blue at a daytime, or a dark shade of blue at a nighttime, it always left you just stopping whatever you were doing and just staring up at it.

Just when you were about to emerge in your amazement, you heard a familiar voice in the distance.

“Y/N!”

You turned around to be met with a running Baekhyun, his hair plopping on his forehead and his eyes with every move he made.

You noticed that he wasn’t wearing his glasses.

“You actually came”, you said.

“Of course I came, did you think I just said it like that?” He finally stopped and ran his hand through his black hair. “What were you looking at?”

“Oh, nothing. Just the sky.”

“It’s beautiful, right? Especially when it has this shade of blue like tonight.”

You gave him a look. “You like blue?”

“Yeah, I do. I would even say I love it, it has always been my absolutely favourite colour.”

You took one step closer to him, observing him curiously.

“Favourite colour, huh? Who would expect that, mine too.”

He looked at you, a little surprised. “Really? Well, then you see we have something in common.” He gave you that smile again. He really had a pretty smile.

“I remember that at the very beginning in the first year, I was so jealous of Ravenclaw. For the blue, of course.” You chuckled. You never particularly liked the green of your own house.

“Oh my, me too.” Baekhyun stretched his arms. “But eventually I got over it. I always wear my navy blue hoodies when I go to Hogsmeade with Chanyeol though.”

“Ah, that tall one with big ears.”

Baekhyun let out a laugh. “Wh-”

“What, that’s how my brother described him to me.” You quickly interrupted him.

“No, that’s fine. I mean, those are just the obvious facts.” He was now chuckling.

You were a little taken aback how easy it was to talk to him and how naturally it just happened. You weren’t even talking about some particular significant stuff and yet it felt really good to be talking like that with someone.

“Uhm-” Baekhyun looked at the basket you were holding. “Shall we start? We can always look at the sky while cleaning up.”

You nodded. As you walked and collected all the rubbish you could find on your way on the field, you never stopped talking. You talked about everything and nothing, beginning with the movies and books you liked, music you listened to and food you couldn’t live without and ending on your dream professions, childhood dreams and eventually recalling the events of previous years at Hogwarts.

You had to admit to yourself that having Baekhyun around was actually really nice. As you finished, you found yourself holding your stomach from laughing at something he said.

“That was actually pretty fun”, you said while still laughing.

“Collecting trash from the field?”

“You are such an idiot.”

Here it was. That smile again. You really couldn’t put a finger on it, was it normal to behave like that when you just went through a breakup?

So many things were running through your head, but eventually you decided that you didn’t care. Thinking about it, Taehyung didn’t show up in your thoughts even a single time while you were with Baekhyun, so it was a good thing, right? After all, all you really wanted was to completely get over him and clear your mind, the quicker the better.

“I think we did a quite good job, I don’t see any more rubbish laying around here.” Baekhyun looked to the right and to the left, then he raised his wrist to look at the watch attached to his wrist. “Woah, we’ve been here for two and a half hour already.”

“So long?” You furrowed your eyebrows. You didn’t notice how fast the time was passing, it felt like five minutes, surely not like almost three hours. “If we’re done then let’s head back inside, it’s getting cold.”

He nodded. “I’ll walk you back.”

“No need, I’ll be fine-”

If you thought that his smile was cute, then you wouldn’t know how to name his pout.

He was pouting at you, a perfect resemblance of a human puppy.

And before you could think twice, you heard your own voice filling the air. “Well, alright.”

On the way back to your dorms you were still chattering and laughing, feeling surprisingly good despite the late hour and having done several errands around the Quidditch field outside. At some point you even wondered how come you never noticed this boy before. He was cheerful, had a bright personality and was so easy to talk to. Not mentioning him somehow managing to make you almost entirely forget about your ex-boyfriend that night. You even started to feel a little guilty for treating him so poorly in class earlier that day. You wanted to say something, anything, but you never apologized to anyone. Never.

“We’re here.” You said as you saw the door which lead to the Slytherin dorms. You extended your hand to turn the doorknob when Baekhyun spoke up.

“Uhm, Y/N.”

“Yes?”

He looked anywhere, but you. You noticed his cheeks becoming a mild shade of red.

“I thought, maybe, uhm-”

“Yes?” You repeated. His nervousness was causing you to smile, but you tried not to let it be visible as much as you could.

“Maybe we could hang out sometime, I mean-” He scratched the back of his neck, looking down at his feet. Apparently, it was something he did when he was nervous. “You are really cool to be around.”

“That’s what I’ve been told.” You failed to hold back a chuckle. You never met a boy who was actually nervous to ask you to hang out with him. Those who did, they just came up to you and simply threw the question. Maybe the other reason was that all the shy boys and boys who didn’t think of themselves as some kind of a god walking on earth, were intimidated by you, so they never dared to actually speak to you. More than that, you were usually surrounded by your ‘family Slytherin squad’, and if they thought of you alone as an intimidating person, then they surely wouldn’t have the courage to bother Sehun, Minseok or Kyungsoo. It seemed like they always thought that if they accidentally messed with you, they would have messed with the rest of the Slytherin royals, which was a thing that none of them would like to experience.

But then again, there was Baekhyun, who wasn’t particularly startled in your presence. Even the opposite, his behaviour wasn’t forced or anything, either he was just an easygoing person after talking to one for a while, or he just started to feel comfortable enough around you.

You observed him for a couple more seconds before responding to his question. “Yeah, why not. Just come up to me if you feel like it. And if I’m with the boys, I think you already know my cousin Kyungsoo, at least.”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah, he helped me with studying last week. He’s really cool.”

“Of course he is, he is related to me. But, well, maybe my brother is an exception. He is a clown.”

Baekhyun chuckled. “I actually never talked to Sehun before. I don’t know, I just wouldn’t know what to say to him.”

“Don’t talk to him, he’s boring.”

“Who’s boring, you dirt?”

Both you and Baekhyun flinched at the sudden loud voice echoing from behind the door. Not even a minute later, your brother appeared beside you.

“And what the hell are you still doing outside the dorms? Shouldn’t you be sleeping upstairs with your tedd-”

“Shut up, you ass!” You interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. “And I got punished by professor Snape today, remember? I had to go clean the Quidditch field, I would probably still be out there if Baekhyun wasn’t so nice and helped me out.” You pointed at him with your chin, still looking at your brother.

“Really?” Sehun looked Baekhyun up and down, something clicking in his head before he exclaimed. “Aaaaah, you are Chanyeol’s friend.”

Baekhyun looked a little flabbergasted, looking up at Sehun who, was visibly much taller than him. “Yes-”

“Well, thanks then. And thanks for bringing this little piece of dirt of my sister back here.” Sehun’s voice was surprisingly friendly. He knew how to speak to other people in a friendly way? Wow.

“It was my pleasure.” Baekhyun smiled softly before turning to you. “Then, uhm, I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N. Have a good night, both of you.” With that being said, he turned around and started to walk back in the direction of Gryffindor’s dorms.

“You too!” Sehun waved him goodbye.

Okay, you had to clarify something here.

“What the-?” You crossed your arms on your chest, sending your brother a questioning look. “What’s up with you?”

“What?”

“Why are you so nice to him?”

Sehun made a stupid face. “What, Chanyeol’s friends with him so it would be awkward afterwards if I was an ass towards him.” He paused before speaking again. “Besides, I think he’s actually not that bad.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What are you trying to say?”

“Idiot, I heard you two talking in the corridor and then here by the door for a good twenty minutes.” Now it was him who looked at you with a question visible in his brown eyes. “Has my little sister already moved on so quickly?”

You slapped his shoulder, frowning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You reached for the door, ready to enter and run up the stairs, but Sehun grabbed your wrist stopping you.

“What?”

“Just so you are aware, I approve.” He gave you a thumbs up with his other hand.

“You are disgusting! Now let me go.” You stuck your tongue at him and wiggled out of his hold, running up to the stairs, straight to your room.

You definitely needed to finally take a rest after everything that happened today.

In the following weeks, you started to talk to Baekhyun whenever you had an opportunity. During the classes you had together, in the corridors if you happened to bump into him, even started walking around together during the breaks, chatting. You didn’t even know when you became actual friends.

It didn’t go unnoticed, of course. You caught the looks other students were giving you, heard them whispering something, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. If they wanted to talk, then you would just let them talk.

Baekhyun seemed to notice it too, but even if so, then he didn’t show it.

“You know, sometimes I wonder what they’re whispering about.” You flipped back your long hair, earning a few more looks as you did so. “Most of them aren’t brave enough to say their opinions to my face. But now, maybe it has something to do with Sehun jinxing Taehyung as well, I don’t know.”

Baekhyun threw his head back, letting out a melodic laugh. “You should be flattered, you know. It means they find you very interesting if they’re always talking about you.”

“More like talking behind my back.” You huffed. “And it looks like you became an object of common interest too these days.”

“Well, it wasn’t my intention.”

You let out a hearty laugh. Some students who were passing by turned their heads, looking at you with wide eyes. Y/N Y/L/N laughing loudly in public? That must be new to everyone. Your peace was short lived though, as you heard an unpleasant voice behind you.

“Well, well, well, aren’t you two enjoying yourselves a little too much?”

Taehyung.

“Woah, Baekhyun, what did you do to actually get her to talk to someone like you?” He took a few steps closer to you. “Is there seriously something going on between the two of you?” His voice was filled with audible hate.

“Guess what, it’s none of your business.” You said coldly, hoping for him to disappear from your sight, but he didn’t budge. Instead he threw a poisonous look at Baekhyun.

“What, forgot how to talk? Do you really think she could actually like you or something? Because if so, then-”

You felt like taking off your shoe for real this time and throwing it with full strength into his face. “Okay, listen here you little bitch-”

You didn’t get to finish, when you felt Baekhyun’s hand clasping around your wrist and pulling you away. “Alright, alright, let’s just go. Don’t waste your breath.”

You let him take you away, going forward and not paying any more attention to Taehyung’s comments, still being shouted behind your backs as you walked away.

“Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know how to use a brain.” You looked at Baekhyun, and at his hand which was still holding your wrist.

“I don’t, it’s just sad that he says things like this.” His touch lingered a little longer before he let you go. “I never did anything to him.”

“He’s just jealous.” The sentence left your lips before you could think twice.

“Jealous?” Baekhyun raised his left eyebrow with a soft smile. “Does he have a reason?”

Now it was your turn to blush. “Uhm. Yeah, I mean you can actually bring me to laugh, he rarely could.” You tucked your hair behind your ear. “Come on, let’s go. I’m hungry.”

To say the least, today didn’t seem to be your day because soon as you reached the corridor, you spotted a group of Ravenclaw boys, you knew them because you had been dating Taehyung, but you also knew that they weren’t close friends so you didn’t expect the one of them, a tall boy with dark brown hair, you believed his name was Daehyun, to call out to you.

“Ey, Y/N! I heard that Tae didn’t get the chance to get naked with you-” He was shamelessly smirking at you, looking you up and down. “So, still a virgin? Wanna change that?”

“I don’t even know how to respond to this because I’m just utterly and deeply disgusted.” You said back with a straight face.

Baekhyun looked just as disgusted as you were. “Are you being serious talking to her like that?” He raised his hand in the ‘what is that idiot doing’ sign.

Daehyun only laughed. “And you, Byun Baekhyun? Sehun really lets you hang out with his beloved little sister?” He just kept on laughing stupidly along with his friends.

This time it was you who grabbed Baekhyun, not his wrist, but his hand. You saw him freezing in place, looking at your interwined fingers.

“Come on, Baekhyun. Enough idiots for one day.” You flashed him one of your rarest smiles, the one as bright as the sun. His cheeks were completely red, but he managed to return the smile and nod. Then you ran forward through the corridor, never letting go of your hands.

Just when you were far enough in the empty hallway, you felt Baekhyun slowing down and stopping. You stopped running as well, standing in front of him and looking him in his face.

His shiny black hair was in a complete mess because of the running, his cheeks still tinted a bright shade of red. As he exhaled the air, you couldn’t help but let your eyes fall onto his lips. They looked so soft.

You looked up from them, examining his face, noticing him mirroring your actions, looking at your lips as well.

What was happening to you? He was always there, but you got to properly know him only a few weeks ago in which you became really good friends. The feelings you felt were totally new to you. You didn’t think how much you would enjoy being with him. You loved every minute, no matter what you did. You also never expected to come to like someone who differed so much from you. Baekhyun was probably the nicest person you ever came along. You on the other hand, would suit the definition of mean and careless quite well. He liked to concentrate on lessons, carefully taking notes, you rarely paid attention during classes, caused drama and ended up in detention. You were two opposites, if not extreme opposites. In addition, he was in Gryffindor, you were in Slytherin.

Then again you remembered the night when you discovered that he loved the colour blue as much as you did. You finally had to admit that past these weeks, you started to like him.

To like Baekhyun.

You thought that you started liking him already some time ago, but you just brushed it off ignoring it. But now, as you were taking in the sight of the sweet boy right in front of you, you became very aware of it.

“Baekhyun...”

“Yes?”

“I want to tell you something.” You were still holding his hand, your fingers still interlocked. You didn’t really know how to tell him that you liked him. You didn’t want it to come out sounding completely stupid.

He didn’t say anything. Just observing you with his lips slightly parted. You didn’t know what’s gotten over you when you gently slid your hand out of his, cupping his face and looking him right in the eyes.

“I think I like you, Baekhyun.”

A small ‘ah’ escaped his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. Then he finally spoke up. “I’ve been waiting to hear that.”

What?

“Really?” You asked in slight disbelief.

“Yeah.” He whispered. “I like you too, Y/N.”

Your lips were now only inches apart. And as you felt his hands on your waist, gently pulling you closer to him, you just let that happen.

Without hesitation, you closed the gap between you, taking your time in sweetly kissing him.

He kissed you back immediately, awakening butterflies in your stomach.

You didn’t know how much time has passed, but eventually you heard clapping, breaking the kiss only to see Sehun, Minseok and Kyungsoo together with Sarah and Hoseok who were all standing there, smiling as you and Baekhyun remained still, both of your faces heating up.

Sarah’s sweet voice broke the silence. “That day in the potion class, I already knew that they will be just perfect for each other. This is only the proof that I really can read other people!”

“Sure you can darling” Hoseok put his arm around her. “So does it mean double dates from now on?”

“Only if I know were you’re going” Your brother’s voice joined in. “None knows what might get into your heads, little freaks.”

You looked at Baekhyun who’s arms were still around your waist. “Well, you know what that means, right?”

He looked at you. “That we are dating?”

“That too, but there is something else.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his cute confused expression.

“That means that they all will sure as hell really start talking about us now.”

Baekhyun smiled. God, you really adored his smile.

“Worth it.”

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m0etenchandon · 6 years ago

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First birthdays (reader x Gwilym Lee)

Pairing: Reader x Gwilym Lee Warnings: fluff I guess, some language, brief sexual suggestions but no smut Requested by anon: Could u do a Gwilym fanfic about your daughters first birthday and celebration with the boh rhap cast? I love ur writing ❤️ A/N: This idea is so cute, but I feel like I have read it before so many times so I´m just going to write a little blurb here. Side note, thank you for 800 followers! You are the best<3 Wordcount: 1.5 K

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“Darling, you have to calm down”, Gwilym said, taking a step towards you stressed figure. He locked his beautiful blue eyes with yours, snaking his hands around your waist and pulling you close. His presence immediately calmed you, making you drop the balloon you were trying to tie off. All the air went out of it as it flew around the room and settles at your feet. Your husband smiled, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek. “It´s amazing, you´ve done such a good job. Everyone will love it, Sophia will love it, I promise”, he said, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your waiting lips. You let out a breath you didn´t know you were holding in, letting your body melt completely into his warm touch.

“I know, but our little girl only turns one once”, you said as you pulled away. Gwilym hummed, starting to sway your bodies to an imaginary beat as he tightened his arms around you. “And besides, it´s really fun”

You had been planning her birthday for months, making sure every little detail was perfect. You had the food ordered and ready on the tables, the cute decorations filling your living-room, and your backyard filled with toys as there would be other kids present as well. Of course, you had also put out some beverages for the adults along with copious amounts of juice boxes.

“You know”, Gwilym started, running his fingers up and down your spine, “we could do this all over again if we had another one”

You pulled back enough to catch his eyes, watching them fill with love and hope. He was nervous, his teeth instinctively biting down on his lips, anxiously waiting for a reply to his blunt proposal.

“You want more?”, you asked, heart fluttering as you watched his face break out into a grin.

“I want hundreds of kids with you, darling”, he beamed, leaning down to catch your lips with his. “But I´ll settle for a few more”

You were just about to reply when you heard the door-bell go off, followed by your daughter crying just seconds later. Both you and Gwilym simultaneously sighed before letting an exhausted giggle fall from your mouths. Your hands slid down his chest as you stepped away from his embrace.

“I´ll get her, you answer the door”, Gwilym said, squeezing your hand before disappearing up the stars. Leaving you to ponder his proposal all alone. He wanted more kids, and he wanted them now.

“Y/N, hi!”, Joe yelled as you opened the door. He was almost completely hidden behind a giant teddy bear, his face barely poking out over its shoulder. You raised your eyebrows in shock, already wondering how the hell you were going to fit that in her room.

“Joe, that is one giant ass teddy bear”

“Only the best for my favorite god-daughter”

“You´re not her god-father”, you giggled, leading him into the living room. He, Ben and Rami had all claimed the position when they found out you were pregnant. However, to stop their constant fighting and bickering, you chose one of Gwilym´s older brothers. But they still thought of themselves as uncles.

“Not on paper no.. speaking off, where is the little bugger?”

Joe had just finished his sentence as Gwilym appeared around the corner, your daughter on his hips. She looked grumpy from her nap, but her little mouth immediately broke into a grin as she saw her favorite uncle Joey. That and the giant bear he was holding. In fact, it might just have been the teddy.

The house got more and more crowded as people arrived, your feet working in overdrive as you tried to tidy up and make sure there was enough food. Thankfully, Ben and Joe had taken your daughter off your hands. They were currently sat on the floor, taking turns in trying to make her laugh. A smile crept its way onto your mouth as you watched them make absolute fools of themselves.

“Guys, you´re going to scare her”, Rami said as he watched Joe pull a ridiculous face at your daughter.

“You´re just jealous she likes me more than you”, Joe answered, sticking his tongue out at him. Which your daughter apparently found hilarious, cracking an almost tooth-less smile at him as she clapped her little hands.

“You know I´m her favorite, just look”, Rami said, moving from his place beside Lucy to kneel next to Joe and Ben. He reached his hands out, his eyes lighting up as your daughter moved towards him immediately. “Hah! See, she loves me”, he cooed, hugging her to his body.

The three boys kept fighting for your daughter´s attention as you leant against the wall, watching with a huge smile on your face. She was adored by them all, and it made you so happy. Made you want to have another one you realized, your eyes falling on your husband, engulfed in a conversation with your parents across the room. His hands moved as he explained something, they always did when he was passionate about the conversation. That along with rubbing his beard, an action that always made the butterflies in your stomach go wild. He truly was the love of your life, but you were unsure of the timing.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?”, a voice asked, pulling you from your stare. You snapped your head around to see Ben, holding out a glass of wine in front of him. You gladly took it, bringing it to your lips to take a sip.

“Just something me and Gwilym talked about earlier”, you said, trying to brush it off. Ben seemed to have other thoughts though, raising a bushy eyebrow your way.

“Y/N”, he warned, reaching out to poke your side, a giggle falling from your mouth. You had accidentally let it slip one of the first times you hung out that you were ticklish, and now he used it as leverage every time he didn’t get his way.

“Ugh fine, please don´t tickle me Ben”, you pleaded, taking another sip of your wine. It burned slightly as it slid down your throat. “Gwil told me he wanted more kids today”

Ben´s eyes went wide, almost choking on his wine.

“Really?”, he asked, his gaze falling on Gwilym for a split second. “How do you feel about it?”

“I don´t know really. I want more kids, I really do, but Sophia is still so young”

“Yeah, but it would still take at least 9 months. And that´s if Gwilym still has some spunk left in his junk at his old age”, Ben said, a grin forming on his mouth.

“Last time it didn´t take long, so I´m pretty sure he does”, you laughed. Gwilym had a ridiculous drive when you had started trying to get pregnant, going at it whenever and wherever you could. The thought made a slight tingle start in your lower stomach, a flush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Geez I don’t need the details, Y/N!”, Ben said, pretending to gag at the thought. You rolled your eyes, punching his chest.

“No but seriously, if you need a baby-sitter to, you know, get some alone time, I´m more than willing to take Sophia off your hands for a few hours”, he offered, shooting you a crooked smile before heading back to the other boys still sat on the floor.

“Well I think that was a success! Great job, darling”, Gwilym said as you returned from putting your daughter to sleep. He was tidying up the remains of plates with cake leftovers on them. “Sophia had the best birthday she could ever wish for”

You smiled, your shoulders finally relaxing from finally being alone with the man you loved. Gwilym opened his arms, letting you fall into his embrace. You buried your head into his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heart-beat against your cheek. He leant down and pressed a kiss to your head, wrapping his arms around you. His body warm against yours.

“It´s all worth it seeing that smile on her face”, you mumbled, hooking your thumbs into the waistline of Gwilym´s pants. He smirked against your head, knowing what that movement usually leads too.

“You know Ben offered to baby-sit her so we could have some alone time”, you teased, letting your fingers run over the top of his clothed behind.

“Oh really? Then I guess I´ll give him a call in the morning to arrange it. We need a date-night, darling”

“I don´t want to wait until tomorrow though”, you whined, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze. His eyes were darker than last time, a smug look on his chiseled face.

“Hmm, I´m sure Sophia will be asleep in a few minutes”, he teased, winking as he pulled you closer to his body.

“Gwilym, I´ve been thinking about what you said earlier, and I really want to have another baby”, you said, watching as his eyes widened in realization.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I love you and I want more mini us”, you said, placing a kiss on his lips.

“Fuck a baby into me, Mr. Lee”, you teased. The seductive tone in your voice vent straight to his crotch, his hips pushing against yours as a whine left his lips.

“Your wish is my command, Mrs. Lee”

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lbibliophile-mcu · 6 years ago

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Honestly, Pepper

Written for the @tonystarkbingo, S4 – Writing format: non-linear.

Relationship: Tony Stark & Pepper Potts, Avengers Team

Tags: Crack, Dialogue-only, Non-linear Narrative, Disaster Domestic Avengers, For Want of a Nail

Words: 963

Summary: Pepper Potts, CEO and sometimes superhero-wrangler, walks out of the elevator onto the Avengers Tower common-floor and stops in shock. How is this even her life? And why is she not surprised?

On AO3 and below the cut.

“Tony! What is this mess? I was only gone for three days.”

“Honestly, Pepper, it’s not my fault. And the first two and a half days were fine.”

“Then what is… how… Why do you have the Iron Man gauntlet?”

“Honestly, Pepper, you can’t expect me to make do with cutlery when I have a better alternative available. Still, I have to admit I never realised just how many sharp objects we had in our kitchen. Clint, on the other hand, apparently knows exactly how many, and decided to give us a demonstration. Turns out his aim is just as good without a bow. The same can’t be said for Steve, however, vibranium definitely holds up to his fighting style better than steel saucepan lids. It’s probably lucky for our kitchen implements that Natasha showed up when she did. Seriously, the Black Widow, in pink pyjamas and fluffy socks, armed with only a teaspoon—I’ve never seen anything more terrifying. I reckon the HYDRA agents must have agreed, because things calmed down pretty quickly after that. They almost offered to tie themselves up.”

“How did HYDRA agents end up in the Tower!?”

“Honestly, Pepper, who could have expected that they’d find a way to climb up 80 floors through the air vents? There’s a reason it’s not included in JARVIS’ security protocols; not even Clint goes more than a few floors down. Of course, they weren’t anticipating just how thoroughly he would defend what territory he has claimed. With a creative mind, apparently there are all sorts of traps you can leave for the unwary, all without significantly disrupting the airflow. They did pretty well at avoiding them—that’s how they got as far as they did—but someone must have lost focus when the bunny exploded and tripped something. I’m not sure who was more startled by the agents suddenly dropping from the ceiling; them or us.”

“Bunny… exploded?”

“Oh, not a real rabbit; the giant stuffed one I got you. Honestly, Pepper, it was the cutest thing—Jarvis took photos for later. Well, Hulk decided that smash wasn’t needed and he wasn’t in the mood for it anyway. So when he saw the bunny over in the corner, he made a b-line and grabbed for it. I’ll admit I was worried for a moment, but he just sat himself down and started hugging the metaphorical stuffing out of it. Seeing the two of them together, Hulk looked so much like a happy, cute, green toddler. Kinda forgot how big he is. Then he started playing and making the rabbit hop around—I wonder where Hulk learned about rabbits jumping? Of course, while the rabbit might be Hulk-sized, the room isn’t. So one time the bunny jumped too high, and hit the ceiling fan; fan 1, bunny 0, and stuffing spread all across the room. On second thoughts, maybe it was Hulk flattening the fan in retaliation that knocked the HYDRA agents loose; everything got a bit chaotic around then.”

“But, why was the Hulk even out?”

“Honestly, Pepper, that’s probably Dummy’s fault, but he was just trying to do his job. I had him out of the lab because I wanted to see how his new wheels handled on carpet. But you know how excited he gets over his fire extinguisher. So when he saw the fire, he might have gotten a tiny bit overenthusiastic trying to put it out. Hence, the foam everywhere. And Brucie-bear might have been sitting a little too close and gotten whacked over the back of the head with the canister. Then turned and gotten a face full of foam. But Hulk realised really quickly that it was just an accident, and Dummy’s only slightly dented, so everyone’s fine.”

“Hmm. And just what was on fire?”

“Don’t look at me like that. Honestly Pepper, it was just Thor trying to make breakfast. Only, you know what he’s like. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone who can mangle scrambled eggs that badly; even I can make a passable omelette! And don't get me started on his battles with the toaster. He tries, but he just gets so frustrated. And when you have a frustrated god of thunder around a bunch of electronics, well… that’s why the kitchen is one of the areas with its own fire suppression system. Except, apparently it didn’t go off this morning. I know I borrowed the sensor element for testing one of my projects last week, but I could have sworn I put it back in. I’ll have to check once we finish clearing the rubble. Otherwise, I suppose it might still be buried down in the workshop…”

“So let me get this straight. Thor set his breakfast on fire. So Dummy tried to put it out, and ended up setting off the Hulk. Who decided to play with my stuffed rabbit and destroyed it with the ceiling fan. Then HYDRA agents fell out of the roof and were fought off with cutlery and Natasha’s glare. Have I missed anything?”

“I don’t think so… wait! You might want to avoid the pantry for the next few hours. We stashed the HYDRA agents there until SHIELD can come pick them up.”

“I’m not even… Fine. So, out of all that, what is this red stain on the carpet? I know it’s not blood… and I hate that my life is such that I can tell that at a glance.”

“Stain? Aw, someone squished my strawberries. I wanted to give you a welcome home present.”

“You got me strawberries? AGAIN?”

“… sorry.”

#i know pepper's bunny was at the malibu house #and probably got blown up #but they retrieved it or got a replacement #the mental image of the hulk with it was too cute to resist #avengers #tony stark #pepper potts #disaster avengers #avengers family #crack #fanfic #tonystarkbingo2019

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lady-divine-writes · 8 years ago

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Klaine one-shot - “The Heart of the Matter” (Rated PG13)

After graduating high school and marrying the love of his life, Blaine discovers that he needs a heart transplant. But there's a reason he doesn't want his heart removed.

If he doesn't, he will die. But if he does, will that mean losing the man he loves more than life itself? (2965 words)

I had started writing the premise for this a while ago, but stopped when @sunshineoptimismandangels wrote her amazing fic "Soulmate Script", which I think eclipses this one by far. It's much more fleshed out, more adorable than angsty, and who doesn't like adorable Klaine? This is a bit more personal on my end, but I wasn't going to finish it. After reading sunshine's recently for about they 80th time, I was inspired to polish it off for her birthday. So here it is. Let me know what you think. And make sure you read hers because it's amazing <3

Warning for talk of hospitalization and heart surgery.

Read on AO3.

Beeping monitors.

Cords and IVs.

The sharp smell of alcohol and industrial disinfectant.

The draft from an overhead vent where a steady stream of cold, conditioned air bleeds in nonstop.

Rough sheets beneath his fingertips that he can’t help straightening, can’t stop adjusting.

The urgency hidden beneath the tension-steeped calm, that even as they wait in this one, quiet room, in other areas of the hospital, nurses and doctors are scrambling. Prepping.

Fighting against the clock.

It reminds Kurt too much of the days when he stood by his father’s bedside, waiting for news about his condition.

How bad was his heart attack?

Would the damage be permanent?

Would he ever wake up?

That was a long time ago. Kurt’s father ended up being fine. Better than fine. After his heart attack, he became more health conscious. He ate better (mainly because Kurt harped on him, but as far as Kurt was concerned, it counted), exercised, and saw his doctor regularly. Kurt considered his father (and himself) lucky that they came out of that experience more or less unscathed.

So it seemed like a sick, existential joke on the part of the universe that lightning would strike his way twice.

The memories of that near-tragedy with his father crowd Kurt’s chest, make his heart ache, but his isn’t the heart he’s worried about.

Nor is it his dad’s.

“How do you feel?” Kurt asks, trying to hide the tremble in his voice by forcing a smile onto his face – a smile that, he’s afraid, is fooling no one at this point.

Blaine looks up from his bed, drugged-droopy eyelids struggling to stay open, and shakes his head.

“What?” Kurt asks, frowning at Blaine’s setup – the position of the IVs in his arm, the cuff around his bicep, his nasal cannula. They had rushed to the hospital within a minute of getting the call that a heart had become available. There was a flurry of activity when Blaine walked through the doors – undressing, re-dressing, cleaning, sticking, pricking, and poking – a lot of hurry up, hurry up, hurry up just so that they could sit in here and wait. It made Kurt want to scream. He can’t even imagine how Blaine feels. “Does something hurt? Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want me to call the nurse?”

Blaine continues to shake his head – a gentle roll left and right on his pillow, very little strength but plenty of conviction. “I can’t, Kurt. I can’t do this.”

Kurt chuckles, too sad and anxious to be humorous. “Well, it’s a little too late to do anything about it now.”

“Kur---rt” – Blaine’s voice, a slush of vowels and consonants mushed together in an attempt to form words, gets caught in the lump of despair building at the base of his throat – “I don’t want to do this.”

“Why not?”

“Because, it might change everything.”

“Of course, it’s going to change everything.” Kurt keeps his tone light, dismissing this argument that they’ve had over and over, and has gone far beyond ridiculous. “With this new heart, you’ll live longer.”

“B-but … but what will happen to us? What if …?”

“What if nothing, alright!” Kurt snaps unintentionally. Numb from the preliminary round of anesthetics working their way through his body, Blaine barely flinches, but Kurt sees it in the flutter of his eyelids, and sighs. They’ve exhausted this conversation, and Kurt can’t take it anymore. He can’t lose Blaine. No matter what the risk, Blaine has to live. That’s not even a question. “You’re not making sense right now,” he says, putting a hand gently over his husband’s, hovering so as not to dislodge anything important. “I know you’re scared. I’m scared, too. But I would rather lose you as a husband than go on the rest of my life without you existing on this planet. And if it comes to that, then I will stalk you till the day you die, Blaine Anderson-Hummel.”

Blaine smiles, but he doesn’t have the strength to do that and keep his eyes open, so his eyelids throw in the towel and drift shut. “Then you’re a better man than I am.”

“Was there ever any doubt?” Kurt brushes a tear off his cheekbone, thankful that Blaine can’t see. So much for being strong for his husband.

“Hmm,” Blaine murmurs, finally succumbing to a drug induced sleep. “I guess not.”

***

Waiting to find out if Blaine would be okay, if he would make it through, and what that would mean for them if he did, is harder for Kurt than it was waiting for his father to wake up from a coma. As Kurt retreats to the private CTICU waiting room where he’ll stay until Blaine gets out of surgery, the façade that is his courage dissolves.

As awful as it sounds, Kurt has more to lose if Blaine doesn’t make it than he had if his father didn’t. His father means the world to him, but at the time of his heart attack, he and Kurt had had fifteen years together. Kurt has only known Blaine for half that time, and they only knew for certain that they were soulmates within the last three years.

They’d always had feelings for one another. Since the day they met, they felt it – that spark that everyone talks about. And it was mutual. They knew that somehow, even though neither one of them had their marks yet (they met when they were sixteen – marks don’t materialize on the body till eighteen), they had a closeness. A special connection.

If they weren’t soulmates, what could that connection possibly mean?

When Kurt got his mark first, on his chest above his heart, which very clearly read Blaine Anderson, Kurt knew that it had to be his Blaine. And he was relieved. Fate hadn’t been kind to him for most of his life. He had lost his mother, almost lost his father, had his own life threatened by a school bully. It would be cruel if he lost Blaine. But since Blaine didn’t have a mark (which should have been over his heart, too, since soulmate marks traditionally matched in placement), Blaine wasn’t as certain. There was always the possibility that there was another Blaine Anderson somewhere in the world, and that Kurt was meant for him. Kurt was adamant that that wasn’t the case, but Blaine was stubborn.

But Blaine turned out to be wrong.

And Kurt had underestimated the kindness of fate.

Not long after Kurt and Blaine graduated from high school and moved to New York, Blaine started suffering symptoms of a heart defect he’d inherited from his father – a defect that doctors had assured him his entire young life would more than likely turn out to be just a nuisance, fixable by a minor, relatively low-risk procedure when he got older, if need be. But Blaine’s heart had started to malfunction, two chambers shutting down almost simultaneously, and that’s when they found his soulmate mark – the name Kurt Hummel written directly across the front.

Kurt has loved Blaine forever. Being soulmates, he loved Blaine before they even met. He’d dreamt his entire life of him without ever knowing it, and not just his striking features, which he’d only glimpsed in part - his golden eyes, and his dark, curly hair - but his love of music, his passion, his grace, his elegance, his sincerity.

His drive and ambition.

His beautiful soul, and how much their souls belonged together. Because that’s what soulmates means – finding your other half. That one person on the planet whose existence makes you whole.

Preparing for the possibility of Blaine’s new heart had brought them together over the past few months in a way nothing else in their relationship had before. Exercising together, preparing meals together, going to classes at the hospital together, planning a new future together, took them to a higher level of intimacy and devotion, outlined in their wedding vows that they had chosen to recite traditionally because they applied in the simplest but most poignant terms – for better, for worse; for richer, for poorer; in sickness and health; until death do us part.

Except in their vows, they had said till death do we wait, till we’re reunited.

Kurt doesn’t believe in God. He doesn’t really believe in an afterlife. But he believes in Blaine, and he believes in those vows. He’s held on to them from the day he said them, made them into his own religion.

Their love is his faith.

If Blaine doesn’t make it, or if removing his heart means what Blaine fears it means – that his soulmate mark will go with it, severing the connection between him and Kurt irreparably - then they might as well just remove Kurt’s heart as well.

Because he won’t need it any longer.

***

Kurt doesn’t know how he fell asleep. Aside from the fact that he swore to himself he wouldn’t, he wasn’t even remotely tired after they wheeled Blaine to the OR. But to ensure there was no chance that he would nod off, he found the narrowest, most uncomfortable chair in the private waiting room, right beneath the brightest, most obnoxious white light, and set up camp. He immersed himself in mindless busy work, checking his text messages and his emails, then his Facebook feed, then his Twitter, and finally his Tumblr, keeping close friends and random followers alike updated regularly on Blaine’s progress.

He finished writing responses to the comments he received on his posts - mostly thank yous along with various emojis depending on the commenter. He closed out his apps, rubbed his brow, and shut his eyes for a second to block out the harsh light overhead.

A second later, a hand on his shoulder shook him awake.

He jerks up from his hunched over position, elbows resting on his knees, his head hanging from his neck like an overripe fruit on a too thin branch, and his phone on the floor, presumably where it landed when it fell from his hands.

“Hmm? Wha---Blaine?” Kurt mutters, assuming it must be Blaine waking him, wrapped up and ready to go home. He was just talking to Blaine five minutes ago. Who else would it be? He kicks his phone as he sits up, waking it from its slumber. The time on the screen reads 7:26.

But it was just past noon a minute ago.

“Mr. Hummel?” a voice says. It’s not Blaine, but it’s familiar.

Kurt blinks at the man standing over him, wearing teal blue operating scrubs and a weary expression.

“Mr. Hummel,” the man continues, even though Kurt has yet to acknowledge him. “We’ve just brought your husband out of surgery. He’s been taken to observation. You’ll be able to see him once he starts coming out of anesthesia.”

Kurt nods, taking the words in even though half his brain seems to believe that they should be heading home. Blaine gets a new heart, and then they go home. It’s as simple as that, right? Because if Kurt has to spend another minute in a hospital worrying about someone he loves, he might go insane.

But if Blaine’s body rejects this heart, there may not be a second time.

“So, he made it through all right?” Kurt needs clarity, wondering why, if everything’s okay, his doctor looks like there’s a problem. Shouldn’t he be smiling, relief pooling in his eyes with a thin stream of tears, like the doctors on Grey’s Anatomy when surgery is a success? Why does Blaine’s doctor seem so … dour?

“Yes, he did. We’re going to keep him under careful observation, but from the outset, things look promising.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?” Kurt asks, because the unreadable look in the doctor’s eyes makes Kurt think otherwise.

“Mr. Hummel, before I take you to see your husband, I need to have a word with you.”

***

“How do you feel?”

“I feel like an elephant sat on my chest and cracked my ribcage.”

Kurt chuckles. It’s been a day. One whole day of sitting by Blaine’s side and watching him sleep, watching him breathe. A day of holding his hand to make sure that his body is still warm. A day of waiting to hear his voice again, and, when they finally removed his breathing tube, reveling in every harsh, raw attempt at a whisper. A day of not sleeping comfortably so he could make sure Blaine kept breathing while he did. A day of not eating because he didn’t want to leave Blaine’s side. A day of hoping and praying and bartering with the universe. A day of trying to lend Blaine strength because Kurt knew he’d need it to get better.

A day that’s felt like a lifetime.

But Kurt will take it, and every day after. He loves Blaine. He loves Blaine’s sense of humor. He loves his over-the-top displays of affection. He loves his outlandish apologies. He loves his smiles, even the tired, slightly pained one he’s wearing right now.

And he loves that he has a beautiful reminder of Blaine pulsing on the skin of his chest with every beat of Blaine’s brand new heart in the form of his soulmate mark - Blaine Anderson.

“Well, aside from that,” Kurt says. “What I mean is … do you still love me?”

Blaine’s smile goes from pained to flawless in a blink. “Yes,” he says, squeezing Kurt’s hand as best he can. “Yes, I love you.”

“And what do you think that means?” Kurt asks with a knowing smile, as if whatever lesson Blaine is supposed to learn from all of this, Kurt knew all along.

In reality, he only learned recently, but he’s not about to tell his husband that.

“It means that me being desperately and hopelessly in love with you had nothing to do with any silly mark on my heart. Or anywhere else on my body. It has to do with you and me. Who we are together. I loved you long before that mark ever showed up, and nothing is going to change that.”

“Good.” Kurt sniffs to banish the tears threatening his eyes. “It’s nice to see that you’ve finally come to your senses.”

“And it only took about six hours in surgery for me to get there.”

“Better late than never.” Kurt leans over to kiss his husband on the forehead, wishing he could kiss him on the lips instead. But Kurt’s on the verge of tears as it is, and he hasn’t even gotten to the best part of the lesson. “Oh, and here. The doctor gave me this for you to keep.” Kurt turns to his chair and picks up an envelope sitting there, about the size of a small poster, that Blaine had somehow managed to overlook. Though, to be fair, with his gorgeous husband standing by his bedside, there wasn’t anywhere else that he wanted to look than in Kurt’s eyes.

“What is it?” Blaine takes the film Kurt hands him, trying to hold it steady. Kurt keeps hold of the upper edge, lending him a hand. “Ah.” Blaine nods once when he sees the image clearly. He’s seen it so many times, he should have known what it was when he saw the damned envelope. He looks at this x-ray of his heart, like the countless he’d taken before it, with his soulmate mark, his husband’s name, written across it in Kurt’s impeccable handwriting.

“We’ll have to frame it,” Blaine says with a sigh. “This way we can always remember what was, hmm?”

“Well, you’re partially right. We should frame it, right next to this one.” From the envelope, Kurt pulls out a second x-ray of Blaine’s heart. This one bears the mark as well, except the last few letters of Kurt’s name are obscured, the organ in this x-ray darker on one side. Damaged. Blaine compares it with the first, the heart in that one completely healthy, Kurt’s name clear as day. Kurt doesn’t explain it right away. He watches Blaine’s eyes bounce back and forth between the two images, his fuzzy brain struggling to make sense of both x-rays in relation to one another.

“Wait a minute,” he says, his head throbbing behind his eyes as he forces himself to think. “I don’t … I don’t understand.”

“It’s your heart, darling,” Kurt says with a self-satisfied little smile that would come off as superior if it weren’t keeping him from crying. “What is there to understand?”

“But the mark …”

“That’s your soulmate mark,” Kurt points out, starting with the damaged heart first, “on your old heart, and here, on your new heart.”

Blaine shakes his head. He’s trapped in a daze, wondering if he’s actually awake or if he’s still under anesthesia, dreaming that this is real. Because if it is real, it’s the most amazing, fantastical thing he’s ever heard in his life, second to finding out that the donor registry had found him a new heart.

And third to the day Kurt said, “I do.”

“The surgeon told me it appeared after they had the heart implanted,” Kurt explains when the blank look on Blaine’s face becomes blanker. “The second they began to suture and the heart became yours, it appeared.”

“But … how?”

“Because it was never about the heart, Blaine.” Kurt moves the x-rays to the chair and leans in, forehead to forehead, carding careful fingers through his husband’s hair as Blaine’s face begins to crumble, quiet sobs shaking his sore chest. “You said so yourself. You never loved me because my name was written on your heart. Your soulmate mark is a part of you because you love me. It was never going anywhere … and neither was I.”

#klaine fanfiction #sunshineoptimismandangels #klaine fic #Frankie writes #Happy birthday :)

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humanistauno · 5 years ago

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Paola Marie Zuniga’s Diary

01-13-2020

Monday

Dear Diary,

Everyone in the house was in a rush early in the morning since its Monday and none of us wanted to be late for the flag ceremony in the school. Like the usual, I went to church first to start off my day with a prayer. The world is full of temptations we want to avoid and prayer is one of the weapons you must have to defeat those worldly desires lurking around the corner.

Upon reaching the school grounds, another day in school had started. Still, Sir Bayron – our adviser, is not in good terms with us. I mean, he talk to us and all but still the bond which we used to have is now missing. Maybe he’s still hurt by what the whole class did last year. We said our sorry and all but I know it’s not that easy to forgive but! I also believe that time heals every wounds.

After class, I had to go back to church to join the practice for our choir which we will perform in the conference in General Santos on January 29. Seeing the church members from other neighboring municipalities such as Tampakan, Lake Sebu, Norala, Tupi, Lutayan and Polomolok made me excited for our presentation. We are now joining our forces for a great performance of course who would not be hyped with that thought. Best of lucks to us and May God bless us!

01-14-2020

Tuesday

Dear Diary;

I am sure that I had set my alarm at exactly 3:50AM but I woke up at exactly 6 in the morning. I had to rush things out and do quick movements for me to be able to catch up since I still need to go to church to pray and clean the classroom or else, I’ll kiss my points goodbye. My cousins along with my little sister were on their way to school when I was taking a bath so obviously, I will be on my own again. I really felt independent that time.

I arrived at school not early not late. Why would I even expect for me to arrive early when in the first place I overslept pfft! The usual routine was again applied – I got to clean the assigned area for us and made sure that larroza got to see me cleaning and put that check beside my name hehehe. I know he is a fair and kind classmate but I also have to make sure about my points. After the cleaning session, proper classes already started and I won’t deny that I got sleepy listening to our teacher, Sir Johann. During creative non-fiction, Sir Jepte told us to make use of his time in writing his requirements for his class. Everyone’s busy typing and writing and thinking and all while I just watch YouTube on my phone and do nothing. He even told us that if we are allowed to go outside if we feel like we can write better outside, which I really wanted to do but I am also too tired to move my big body so I remained seated and just continued watching the video.

01-15-2020

Wednesday

Dear Diary;

So today I don’t want to write the things I did the whole day. I just want to vent out because I am not feeling well. This is not related to someone or whatever, I just wanted to express my feelings because I am having fever right now which is so unexpected. I was happy and I kept on joking around earlier but then I ended up having fever.

I just want to say that I really missed my mom. We talked over the phone earlier while she was on her way home. She kept on talking about the foreigners she kept on seeing in Cebu. About her patient who came home from Japan because the economy of the said country is now going down and all. We talked about my future and about the universities I want to attend in college. She knew how I wanted to pass MSU-SASE. She knew how I wanted to go there in MSU and live the college life and I am very thankful on how supported she was but of course, she was also worried about me failing that exam also, she told me I needed plan B and told me it’s best to choose NDMU.

Having this kind of conversation with my mother made me miss her more. I missed seeing her in person and i missed every time she pinch me on my fatty waist. I will not deny that I had thought about living on my own back when she was still here with us- I am honestly excited with the thought of having myself alone, preparing food for myself and live in a room alone. But I am taking those thoughts back because it’s really hard to live a life without a mother. A mother to guide you and listen to your rants. A mother who will scold you for doing such wreck less things and all. Ah! Miss ko na gid si mama : (

01-16-2020

Thursday

Dear diary;

Absent.

I really had the guts last night to go to school with a fever but then my body won’t allow me. I kept myself glued on the bed while I endure the fever. I cannot even speak since my throat was swelling and it hurts even swallowing water. I called my mom and told her about this and she told me this is because I stayed up late for how many nights plus I have a weak immune system and this is the result.

I was just lying in the bed the whole day while I watch some anime series. Mayang even texted me about her head cap and told me they will be having their swimming and she needed the cap. I was panicking and all inside my head, thinking of what should I do to give her the cap since I am absent and I don’t have the strength to go to school and attend classes.

Luckily! My sister whom I thought was ditching her classes told me they only have their class in the afternoon and that she’ll be going to school at lunch. And with that, I asked her to give mayang her cap, problem solved! After that, I went back to sleep and enjoyed my slumber. What a poor pig suffering fever.

01-17-2020

Friday

Dear Diary;

I am still sick at this point but my fever’s now gone. What’s left is my clogged nose due to colds and I have cough that tormented me every time I barked like a crazy dog. Last night, Megue had told me that today will be our practicum in Swimming – I was thinking about going or not because honestly, I still felt weak and I have colds, I might sneeze in the pool and you-know-what might be sticking anywhere which is totally gross. But since It was practicum and I am thinking about the score, I decided to go and attend the class.

Wearing my ahegao shirt with my rash guard underneath with matching school uniform-skirt, I went to SMRAA and was greeted by my classmates. They even asked me if I am feeling well enough for me to participate the activity. Reus even touched my forehead and told me I have still the heat due to my fever but I disregarded what he had said because I low-key want to do swimming hehe.

We learned a new lesson in our PE before our practicum took place. The trainer also was different than the last lesson and for me, the trainer for the new lesson is better than the first one. He was precise in every move he make and he was really making sure that each student was able to catch up the steps he was teaching. After learning lesson two, we had our practicum, which made me feel nervous to be very honest. We have to cross the pool using streamline which was our first lesson in swimming, luckily, I was able to cross the pool and I am hoping my score was not deducted or something hehe.

01-18-2020

Saturday

Dear Diary;

‘Twas our church picnic and water baptism which was held at Armando’s resort. I am going to join the said event originally but then since my whole body was aching because ‘nadoklong ako’ I was not able to join them. For sure everyone’s having fun there along with the foods being prepared there. Guess who’s envious.

Since I am sick and can’t even move an inch because both my arms and legs are numb which I knew the swimming lesson was the cause. I had to layer up my pillow into three just for me to have a comfortable sleep but I think I was not able to achieve that ‘comfortable sleep’ since I kept on coughing and I swear, I even spat blood because of my cough which made me nervous so I texted my mom right away.

I slept at 9AM and woke up at 3PM maybe because I was so tired plus my whole body was painful so all I did was to lay up on my bed and still, watch anime on the laptop. I watched Howl’s moving castle which made me go squeal and groan. Squeal because of how good-looking howl was every time he had his screen time and groan because of how the pain in both of my arms and legs kicked in every time I flinch because of some scenes in the movie.

I even forgot to eat my meal that time so my tita decided to buy me some soft breads just so I can eat and drink medicine. Hmm, being sick is not that bad at all, especially when you are receiving special treatments from your family hehehe.

01-19-2020

Sunday

Dear Diary;

Okay, I am not going to write what I did the whole day instead, I will vent out here because I am really emotionally hurting right now. The last time I did this was when I was sick and it turned out to be about my mom- well today’s not that different, I am hurting and this is still about my mother.

We were on our way home when my tita told my Ates in church to pray for my mom’s safety in Cebu because she was being threatened. She even cried while we were in the vehicle which made me get worried but I managed to stay calm and listened to them. My tita told us that my father, my oh-so-responsible father was threatening my mom because my mother had filed a case against him since he committed adultery and failed to sustain our needs as OUR FATHER. He was mad at her because my mom had a warrant of arrest against him and because of that, he wasn’t able to get some job. He even told my mom that he will talk to his connections to kidnap mom and do his revenge on her.

Hearing those from my tita who was crying made me feel nervous even more. I began to send text messages to my mom but she wasn’t replying even in her Facebook account- she wasn’t online and all. It made me really nervous because I was already thinking so many what ifs inside my head but instead of letting myself drown in those thoughts, I distracted myself by fixing my uniform for tomorrow. After preparing my things, I decided to open my phone and there I saw her reply on my chats and while I was about to type my reply, she called which I answered right away and began crying.

I was crying the whole time while she explained things to me. She told me to just help her by praying because she had some friends there who can help her when things come to worst. She even told me that the signal in cebu wasn’t stable earlier since it was sinulog that’s why she wasn’t able to reply or message us which was a relief for me. I let her talk to my siblings and we were all crying as we exchanged our messages to one another. This is really the time where I need to be more spiritually strong and pray for my mother’s safety while she was far away from us, doing her best to sustain our needs.

Ps: I don’t have hatred towards my father but knowing all the fuss he was making, I am starting to hate him again.

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