#hope you can stand my blablabla

[thebellearchives]

HEYYYY I just stumbled across your account and you’re already one of my favorite jjk writers😩 You have Toge’s personality DOWN TO A T 🙏 I was wondering if I could request him with fluff prompt 22?

Thanks so much for taking time to read this 💜 hope you have a great rest of ur day!!

𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

~ inumaki toge ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : there’s no connection like like that one of your first love, you’re sure that thanks to that love you won’t ever have to suffer from cold

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, stablished relationship, childhood friends, as always: onigiri ingredients are in japanese!

‧₊˚ a / n : omg THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WAITING i took too long, sorry! I hope it’s worth it 😭 i also remember you asked me to add what song inspired this! i wrote it with Only by LeeHi on repeat and also History by Kina Grannis for the childhood friends/first love vibes 🙇🏼‍♀️ enjoy ~

Unexpected raindrops chased you and Toge down the school’s entrance, until you made it safely under the roof of the dorm’s hallway. You turned around, panting and watching as the rain poured down, angrier by the second. If you would’ve known the morning sun would disappear like that a fluffy sweater would’ve been your outfit of choice, instead of your current sleeveless shirt. Icy wind provoked shivers down your spine. You turned towards Toge, who had left his bags on the floor, palms against his knees. He yanked down his collar to breathe better.

“That was close! Are you alright? Did the rain soak you?”

“Okaka” he shook his head, standing straight and ruffling his slightly damp hair. The sight warmed your chest, the way his silvery hair strands reflected the light and his lavender irises searched for yours, a smile slowly found a home in your lips. Your childhood friend rose his brows and pointed towards you with his chin “tuna?”

“I’m fine” you tried blinking away the sudden wave of adoration that washed over you, biting your tongue to suppress the way your body had started to shiver.

His eyes noticed though. They always did.

“Takana?” he motioned 'cold' by putting his hands over opposite shoulders, rubbing his arms.

“No, no i’m okay, let’s just go back to your room and leave this bags there.”

Toge eyed you up and down, clearly not convinced, but he picked up his bags and then walked up to you. Your eyes curiously watched him, lips smiling wider, until his hand swiftly stole one of your bags right from your hands.

“Hey!” you clicked your tongue, quickly trying to get it back “Come on, I can carry it, it’s not that heavy.”

Biting his lip to stop a chuckle, he stepped away from you and held all his bags in is right hand, extending his arm and keeping them as far from you as he could.

“Okaka” he stuck his tongue out, left hand finding yours and intertwining fingers, pulling you towards his dorm. The familiarity of his touch always felt like suddenly being complete. Ever since you were kids, his presence was the only thing that would give you that spark of happiness. No one else would make your smile reach your eyes like him. He was the only one. Smiling again, you bumped his shoulder with yours.

“I see, you just wanted and excuse to hold my hand!”

Toge rolled his eyes, tilting his head away from you.

“Blablabla”

You gasped, laughing afterwards and pushing him with your shoulder once again.

“Toge!”

He chuckled, a bright smile decorating his lips and a sigh of content leaving yours. You squeezed his hand, relishing in the warmth that his touch provided. It didn’t take long to finally get to his door at the end of the hallway, and the moment he let go of your hand to open the door it suddenly felt like the rain had found a way to get inside your bones. So you went back to biting your tongue and tensing your body’s muscles to keep down the involuntary trembling. The door opened with a creak, and hoping to take shelter from the threatening wind you hurried inside, heading directly towards the table to place the only bag you had been left with. Toge closed the door and soon placed the remaining bags next to yours. Unlike the wet chilly wind outside, the icy atmosphere of the dorm room felt more like empty dry cold, and it ended up making your body shudder once more. Toge’s eyes stared at you intently, quirking an eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine” crossing your arms you cleared your throat.

Chuckling, he extended his arms towards you and motioned for you to come close with his hands. “Come here” you almost heard the well known but rare sound of his voice out loud. You raised your eyebrows, a hearty laugh escaped your chest.

“Can’t you just offer me a sweater or something?”

Toge frowned in annoyance, pulling a face and waving you off. You laughed once again as he walked right past you.

“Wait! No!” chuckling, you hurried to stop him, tugging from his jacket “A warm hug would be nice”

With a knowing smile, Toge turned around and hugged you, sliding his arms right underneath yours and almost picking you up.

“Woah, you were eager for a hug weren’t you?” you giggled as your arms wrapped around his neck, placing a quick kiss in cheek.

Toge snorted and looked away, a soft hint of pink tinting his cheeks.

“Okaka”

“You’re such a bad liar!” you laughed and ran your fingers through his hair, brushing the tip of your nose against his.

Toge sighed, a smile tugging gently from the corners of his lips. He then leaned in an kissed your right cheek, then the left one, then your nose, and quickly started peppering your face with little kisses, making you laugh.

“Toge!” you tried to pull away for a second, but his arms around your waist didn’t let you.

In the middle of laughter, you stopped him by cupping his face in your hands, his soft violet eyes shining with slight mischief when they rested on yours. This time it was your turn to sigh.

“I love you Toge” the words left your lips naturally, just as the feelings had surged in your chest throughout the years.

His smile widened, and then he leaned in the rest of the way to catch your lips with his. The feeling of his lips sliding on top of yours so tenderly and sweetly made sure to warm your face in an instant, that feeling of love blooming in your chest chasing away the coldness that had taken ahold of your muscles before. So did his soft silvery hair strands in between your fingers, the smell of that cologne you had bought for him years ago lingering in his clothes, and the taste of that lip balm you had been sharing for the past few months. The cold had been long forgotten there in the arms of the only true love you had ever known.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

First of all, I love your blog so much, on god. I never fail to read every single one of your posts. You're a blessing to the COD simps community. Secondly, I'd like to request a female reader this time. Usually, I ask for GN, so that everyone can feel included. Please, TF 141, Konig (and Vaqueros too if it's ok) with a gf / wife who is a pro gamer. Like she can play any video game at the highest difficulty with ease, solo dungeons and even the occasional raid in MMOs and just destroys everyone in every fight. She even has a Twitch and YouTube account and she's one of the most popular streamers out there. She prefers FPS (but RPGs too) because she genuinely likes them, but also as a way to pay tribute to her military man. Women have an unfair reputation of being bad gamers and I hate it because it's completely false. My roommate is a beast of a gamer. Thank you so much and sorry for the long ass ask.

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥

Task Force 141 (+König & Los Vaqueros) + fem! Reader

NORA, HAVE I TOLD YOU THAT I LOVE YOU? You got no idea how much this made me smile and blush. I totally look like an idiot right now. THIS IS SO CUTE😖😖😖

I‘m a gamer too and let’s say… we only get hate. ESPECIALLY ON COD. Last night I had my voice chat on for the first time and oh boy… the things I heard…

"go back to the kitchen"

"What hacks do you use"

"No way a female is good at this game"

blablabla. I was like 😃 damn sensitive asf boys.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT💘💘💘

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König

In the world of all the professional gamers all time, your name was always mentioned. Thousands of videos exist about you and your skills. Streamers were honored if they got to 1 vs 1 you, because that would mean that they get to flex by saying they were able to play with you. Even through they’d loose. Your name was known worldwide and so many people were looking up to you.

König admired you. He had always admired your talents and watched your streams with a mixture of awe and pride in the living room while you were live in your gaming room.

One day, your chat buzzed with excitement and cheers. You wondered why they were freaking out because you were having a chat with your fans. The chat was completely going crazy as they all asked the same thing:

Y/N got a boyfriend?

Please tell me it’s just her brother😔

IS THAT A MAN? IN HER HOUSE?

As you turn around you can see König in the corner of your room. He probably forgot you were still streaming and he looks as confused as you do. "Hey love" you finally said, causing the chat to literally explode. König comes a little closer and kisses your forehead. "Just wanted to ask if you wanna eat something" König says and tries to hide himself as good as he can. His heart definitely started beating faster than a few moments before. "hmmm… yes!" you reply and take a look at the chatscreen and see the the people waiting for you to confirm.

"Yes, he's my man" you said, your voice tinged with affection and pride, sharing your secret with your viewers.

König, caught off guard but unable to hide his emotions, blushed slightly, his heart swelling with love and admiration for you. He stepped back into view, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss on the cheek, which you welcomed with a radiant smile.

The chat erupted into a frenzy of supportive messages as your viewers reveled in the heartwarming moment.

Simon Riley

It was a usual day and you were 40 minutes into your stream but you noticed that the chat was talking about someone behind you. Curiosity piqued, you glanced over your shoulder and couldn't suppress a grin as you saw Simon, standing there and watching you from afar. He probably doesn’t know that they can all see him, not his face though.

You turned around and gave him one of your sweet smiles which he returned. "You know that they can see you right?" you tell him and by his facial expression you can see that he didn’t know it.

Without missing a beat, you turned to the camera and addressed your chat with a smile, "Well everyone" you said "meet my man!"

The chat erupted with excitement and hearts, and you could almost feel the virtual cheers cheering through the screen. There were a lot of comments about you two now. There were also comments about his frame and by reading those, you could feel your cheeks heating up.

John MacTavish

Today you streamed on Twitch and planned on playing destiny 2. You planned on playing it again since it made so much fun last time.

However, like always John wanted to stay hidden from the camera but still wanted to watch you play while reading some reaction from the chat. Your viewers never knew about him. I mean, how could they when he tried to hide as best as he can.

But fate had different plans that day. His arms occurred with your camera, revealing the glimpse of a man sitting next to you. The chat erupted with curiosity and in that moment, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore. John read the comments too and waved at the camera but still not showing himself fully. You let out a small laugh and hugged his arm slightly. "That’s my boyfriend" you clarified and the chat was exploding with excitement.

John Price

One day, as your Twitch chat buzzed with excitement, a curious viewer noticed a familiar figure standing behind you in the frame. "Hey, who's that?" the chat exploded and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore since John was able to do anything but stay quiet while you’re streaming.

A smile graced your lips, knowing it was time to introduce the world to the man who held your heart. "Oh, that's my man" you said nonchalantly, knowing the chat would go wild.

In an instant, John's face took a red shade and you could feel his heart melt. He thought that you might be embarrassed to show him but clearly you’re not. He came a little closer to you and the chat got a little clearer view of him and everyone was complimenting him.

With a smile, John leaned in, planting a tender kiss on your cheek. The chat erupted with cheers and hearts, seeing their favorite streamer be so in love was making them happy.

"you guys are so cute together!" was what almost everyone was typing into the chat and you couldn’t help but feel so happy right now.

Kyle Garrick

As one of the most popular streamers on Twitch, you had an enormous following of fans who eagerly tuned in to witness your gaming skills. The thrill of conquering challenging dungeons, soloing difficult quests, and leading epic raids in MMOs kept your viewers on the edge of their seats.

Your love for gaming ran deep, not just for the joy it brought you but because it somehow reminded you of your boyfriend. Kyle was always supporting you and he loved you in your darkest times. He was your motivation to keep going even when you didn’t want to sometimes.

As you streamed while playing Until dawn and the chat was exploding with excitement as someone noticed a figure moving behind your camera setup and mentioned it, which caused the others to see the man behind you too. You stopped the game and looked behind you. It was Kyle standing there with a plate of food and an iced coffee in his hands. You couldn’t help but melt on spot at the sight of him.

"So everyone !" you said, your voice filled with affection. "Looks like my special someone decided to make a cameo appearance. Say hello to man!"

In that moment, the chat exploded with greetings and cheers, expressing their love and support for the unexpected guest. Meanwhile, Kyle's cheeks flushed with a hint of shyness, never quite used to being in the spotlight.

"Uh, hey there, everyone," he stammered placing the plate on your desk along with your drink and a smile playing on his lips. "These are for you, love. Thought you might get hungry after a while."

As the chat continued to shower both of you with love, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Kyle. His presence, even virtually, filled you with warmth and reassurance. Without hesitation, he leaned in, placing a tender kiss on your cheek.

The chat exploded with even more excitement as they witnessed the affectionate gesture.

Alejandro

Among your many followers on Twitch and YouTube, there was one person who held a special place in your heart - Alejandro. Your boyfriend who supports you and who was always by your side when you needed him.

You were streaming your latest gameplay, the chat was buzzing with excitement and admiration for your skills. But a man behind the camera caught everyones attention. The chat was now questioning who it is and needed clarification.

A playful grin spread across your face as you glanced over at Alejandro, who had come to support you during your stream.

With a touch of mischief in your voice, you replied, "Oh, that handsome man? He's my soon to be husband."

A faint blush spread across his cheeks, but he leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek, right in front of the camera. The chat went wild with excitement, and you couldn't help but laugh at the adorable reaction.

"See, I told you," you teased playfully. "They love you almost as much as I do."

Rudy

As a popular Twitch and YouTube streamer, your skill and charisma drew in countless fans and followers. The chat would explode with excitement whenever you embarked on a new gaming adventure. It was during one of these electrifying streams that fate intervened.

The chat was lively as always, filled with adoring fans and cheering supporters. You were in the zone, showcasing your skills in a competitive FPS match. Little did you know, a surprise was in store for you. Unbeknownst to you, Rudy had entered the room and was watching you from behind the camera.

One of your fans in the chat noticed him, a smile stretching across their face as they typed, "Hey, who's that handsome guy behind the camera?"

You chuckled, casually replying, "Oh, that's my man Rudy."

The chat erupted with excitement, filled with a chorus of "Awws" and many many compliments. Rudy, initially a little taken aback, couldn't help but blush at the overwhelming show of support and affection for both of you.

[unpopularwriter25]

whatsuppp! i think you‘re still taking request for matchups (demon slayer), incase you‘re not just ignore this :)!

Anywayss i‘m a woman and straight just so yk!

I‘d say i‘m kinda shy when i first meet people which often comes across as rude, but i just don’t really know how to start conversations… lol. But when i do open up (which usually happens rather quickly) i like to think i‘m pretty open and honest! I‘m more the funny friend so yeah. I WILL be honest if you ask for my opinion, and if we‘re friends i will tell you anyway. If it helps i‘m an aries and entp?

Other than that my style is more chill, i do like it more on theeeee grungy side? Usually some kinda ripped flared jeans with some top (just with patches/colours/patterns i like (just grungy style idk how to describe it)). I do really enjoy wearing dresses tho!

Music taste would be with a lot of variety but mostly: tekk, rock and rap (german tho lol)

I‘m 5‘11 (that inch matters okay :‘)) so 179 cm. Wavy/Curly colored brown/orange/red-ish hair with bleached strands and bangs. A lil chubby blablabla.

Hobbies are mostly cars/driving and listening to music… . But of course i hang out a lot with friends and family! They‘re the best ❤️‍🩹

I hope i described enough? Anyways, excited for it!

Hey hey!! Thank you for the request!! I hope you enjoy!!

I ship you with Zenitsu Agatsuma!!

Zenitsu is known for being extremely nervous and shy when he first meets people, often stuttering and appearing anxious. This mirrors your own experience of being shy initially, which can sometimes be perceived as rudeness. Both of you share the challenge of overcoming initial social barriers.

Despite his initial shyness, Zenitsu quickly warms up to people and becomes very open. Similarly, you mentioned that you open up fairly quickly once you get to know someone, becoming more open and honest. This common trait suggests that you and Zenitsu would understand each other well and help each other feel comfortable.

Zenitsu is known for his unfiltered honesty, often blurting out exactly what he thinks and feels. This aligns perfectly with your own inclination to be honest and straightforward, particularly with friends. Both of you value honesty, which would create a strong foundation of trust in your interactions.

Zenitsu is often the comic relief in the series, with his exaggerated reactions and humorous antics. You describe yourself as the funny friend, someone who brings laughter and joy to your social circles. Your sense of humor and Zenitsu’s comedic personality would complement each other, making for a lively and fun dynamic.

While Zenitsu’s traditional attire in Demon Slayer is his uniform, one can imagine him appreciating your grungy, eclectic style. Your preference for ripped flared jeans and unique tops, along with your love for dresses, reflects a versatile and expressive fashion sense that Zenitsu might find intriguing and refreshing. He might even admire your confidence in expressing yourself through your clothing.

Your wavy/curly colored hair with bleached strands and bangs is a bold and distinctive look that would catch Zenitsu’s attention. Zenitsu himself has a distinctive hair color (bright yellow) which stands out, so he would likely appreciate and relate to your unique hairstyle. Additionally, your height (5’11” or 179 cm) would make an interesting contrast with Zenitsu’s more average stature, adding a playful dynamic to your interactions.

While Zenitsu might not share a specific interest in cars, his adventurous spirit and eagerness to learn new things could lead him to develop an appreciation for your hobby. He would probably be fascinated by your knowledge and passion for driving, and it could become a shared activity that brings you closer.

Music is a significant part of your life, and although the series doesn’t focus on modern music, it’s easy to imagine Zenitsu enjoying a variety of genres with you. Your taste in tekk, rock, and German rap might surprise him at first, but his adaptable and open-minded nature would likely lead him to appreciate your music preferences. Sharing playlists and discovering new songs together could be a bonding experience.

Zenitsu deeply values his relationships with his friends and comrades, much like you cherish your time with friends and family. Your shared emphasis on the importance of these relationships would create a strong bond between you. Zenitsu’s loyalty and protective nature would resonate with your dedication to those you care about.

Zenitsu’s combination of initial shyness, quick openness, honesty, humor, and loyalty aligns well with your personality. His appreciation for distinctive styles, even if different from traditional grunge, would mesh well with your unique fashion sense. Your interests in cars, music, and social activities would provide plenty of opportunities for shared experiences and deepening your connection.

[mewguca]

1 and 22!!

1. Could be a lot of characters really but I guess the main two are both good candidates here

though of course everyone's interpretations are gonna be different and headcanons influence that a lot too!

I think a lot of people tend to write off the depth of these two though, and not necessarily on purpose...

A lot of people think of Moon as being the sweet type who's secretly scary when mad and super strong blablabla but...like

she wasn't able to stand up to her own brother until it was too late...She's a very passive person. She kept trying passive means of getting him to stop until she finally forced a communication that just resulted in him getting mad at her and blaming her for ruining everything...as an admin over Pebbles she realistically had the power to try to stop things much sooner or more forcefully

but she just isn't really a forceful person...she isn't secretly really powerful and strong and someone you shouldn't mess with...she's just tired and sad and irritable and frustrated and hurt but trying her best to be happy and live as well as she can

She tries really hard to be kind and good and fair and do her job properly and be helpful...

And maybe that's good enough, idk...it makes me feel better at least

That maybe you don't have to be secretly really strong or whatever for people to take you seriously and respect you. Maybe it's okay to be weak and kind. idk

And Pebbles...he has a lot of remorse for his actions. The guilt is literally eating him up from the inside. He's not just mean and angry and hates everyone!!!! He just is incapable of asking for help. He's too prideful. But he's prideful in the sense that he cannot stand anyone looking down on him or pitying him...and he can't admit he was wrong. So he just kinda gives up. He resigns himself to his fate without even trying to reach out to his local group again and apologize...

He is clearly very pained thinking about what he's done. Even in arti's timeline, he remarks he hopes that [the rot] won't spread to moon. He's generally concerned about how she is doing, but he doesn't have the courage to ask. He's very scared, I think. He tends to internalize things and withdraw into himself. It makes the rot really fitting lol...

By the time he is able to accept asking you for help, his structure has started collapsing. It takes him a REEAAALLLY long time to overcome that flaw of his.

But I also really don't like the idea that he's some helpless little baby or whatever...it kinda diminishes the inner turmoil he is experiencing and the weight of his guilt. He did this. He hurt himself and his sister. He damaged things irreparably. To try and absolve him of his sins rubs me the wrong way. Pebbles is such a great character because he is flawed. Because he is not a good person. Because he does bad things and hurts others. Because that's how real people act. The exploration of his feelings of guilt and how he represses his emotions to try and cope with them would be far less interesting had he not done something substantial enough to warrant this sort of reaction...

So please don't try and take his agency away!

Of course I havent played saint yet (though ive read somewhat about it) and I can't always remember all the dialogues off the top of my head so take it with a grain of salt haha...

everyone will have different headcanons and views and stuff though haha once again...

lemme make another post for the other one...

[dantelovesvirgil]

rules: tag 9 people you’d like to know better

i was tagged by @apmnwq thank you so much ^^

top 3 ships:

Reylo 

Zutara 

i’m gonna say bevi(?) ( like ben x devi from Never Have I Ever) but tbh even Emma Woodhouse x George Knightley or Amy  x Laurie (which the new film made me appreciate more btw)

last song (more like currently listening to): I guess Cover Girl by Rupaul 

I’ve been bingewatching the show and I love it

last movie: I watched Little Women (2019) and i fking cried too much ,but I REwatched Emma(2019) the COLOURS OMG

reading: kay so i’ve never been a constant reader but aside fanfiction I’d say L’Esclusa by Pirandello (whose translated title isThe Excluded woman according to wikipedia)

food i’m craving rn: I was gonna say pizza when i first read the tag, but then I ate a pizza with a burrata that usually I love but this time tasted literally like vomit, and now my faith in humanity has to be restored. especially bc i had to throw the burrata away and i felt like I just committed treason. So now I’m just gonna say a good pizza. Or an ice cream. Or a kebap. I mean I’m hungry

tagging: @thisismyretreat  @bringbackemoculture @conversecreeps @fableex @giantgoldenradio @moody-avocado @obi-wan-ken00b @theaberrantwritergirl @ourladyofrebellion

[destinyisall-tlk]

EPISODE 1 AND 2 SPOILERS!!!!!!🛑🛑🛑

Listen i know that Stiorra and Sigtryggr are supposed to be “sooo in love” and i can see that being the case for Sigtryggr but i got mixed feelings if Stiorra loves him as much as he loves her.. Like when she saw him being surrounded and fighting for his life she literally just watched? I know that it was safer for her to hide and blablabla but seriously?? If i was so in love with someone i wouldn’t just stand and watch as the love of my life fights for his life. i would be there beside him even if i would risk my safety. Stiorra showed more emotions when Brida killed those women but when Sigtryggr was beaten or when Rognvaldr was LITERALLY drowning him she just stood and watched… not bothering to rescue him whatsoever???? I knew if the roles were reversed Sigtryggr would show himself in a second to safe her. I did only watch two episodes and i really hope this doesn’t come across as a hate to Stiorra because it’s not. I love her but i just don’t understand how she could just stand there and watch as her husband’s life was in danger😐

i don’t doubt that stiorra doesn’t love sigtryggr as much as he loves her. she just may show it differently than he does.

as for her hiding, there really wasn’t much she could do. stiorra knew she was outnumbered, there wasn’t any point in showing herself early on. it was best to wait and see what happened. you could see she was torn about staying or leaving, even when sigtryggr was getting tortured. but she’s a smart woman, and she knows sigtryggr could hold his own.

[ninnodesu]

“Can I See You?” ch 3 || Modern!Thomas

AN: Put a shirt on, Thomas

It hurts my heart writing about medical stuff being done at home in a modern setting because I, myself, is studying into the medical field. ffskäpk I’ve had some complaints sent my way which I’ve not replied to in public about how Thomas is OOC because “he’s not as he is in the movies”.  To that I just have to say that: Remember how the Internet has the possiblity for you to open up to new people in a totally different way than you do in real life. This story is set in the modern world, where he’s able to do just that. Open up in a different way, without prejudice and the words he would recieve outside of the internet. 

Upstairs, Thomas is met with his uncle already arguing with his mama, and he lets out a huff of annoyance, he knows his uncle has already told her lies about him. His huff gets their attention as they turn towards him.

"Thomas Hewitt, is it true you ain't doing your job?", his mama’s eyes pierces him the way only she can, and he nods. "He's thinkin' with that dick of 'is, is all.", Thomas snaps his head towards his uncle and lets out a growl.

You don't know the meaning of shutting up?

"Charlie!", a small smack rings out in the room as his mama swats Charlie on the back of the head. "There will be no such language in my house!"

When Thomas sees her turn towards him again, he puts on the famous Little Tommy Eyes. The ones he always used when he would come home after playing in the woods all caked in mud. His eyes were always big as dinner plates, full of "sorry, mama "s as his small boyish voice repeated "I was just playing". That look always melted his mama, often in the middle of reprimanding him for bringing in mud into the house before she always, without fail, ended up carrying him into a bubble bath.

Everyone in the Hewitt household knows that the big mountain of a man is a Mama's boy. Always has been, always will be. And even now, in his thirties, his eyes win.

A sigh escapes his mother and she puts a hand on his back.

"Come, hun. We're goin' to have a talk. And you, boy, go be useful somewhere!", she points an angry finger at Charlie, and being a spiteful nephew, Thomas can't help giving Charlie a look that screams "I told you so" before he and his mother round the corner into the living room. They sat down at the small table located close to a window where his mother and her sister always sit to have tea together. He watched as she folded her hands on her lap, looking straight at him. “Now, Tommy. I want you to tell me what’s happenin’ here.”, she dropped her voice to the tone he remembered when he knew he was in trouble while growing up.

She was serious. “And I expect you to be honest with me, boy.”

Well… This is it. He thought.

He never bothered telling his family about you, just like he never bothered with any of his friends, he knew what that would lead to. A stern lecture about how their “lifestyle” would be compromised, how his late night endeavours on the internet would lead to the family getting caught, blablabla.

But now, he had no other choice, it was time to admit to his mother that he had met a girl on the internet that he actually liked. He drew a big breath to steady his nerves before shakily raising his hands, thankful for the fact that at least his mother had actually paid attention and taken the sign language classes seriously, unlike both his uncles. Uncle Monty not really giving a shit at all, while his uncle Charlie knew a sign here and there. He says himself that he “knows enough to get by”, a lie, since he barely knew shit.

He figured it’s best to just start.

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Meanwhile in the basement, your head jerks towards the sound of the sliding door slowly sliding open. The sound of quiet footsteps coming down the stairs, it almost sounded like whoever it was was sneaking their way down.

“Hello?”, you rasp out. No response. So you don’t bother, and return to follow the furrows of the wood on the ceiling above you. Then, a voice suddenly whispers out close to you.

“Ya’ really a password for your phone, girl.”, you recognize the voice as the older male who was arguing with Thomas earlier, and you look towards him as he comes into view, holding your phone. “I had no idea my nephew was talkin’ to such a slut.”, you frown up at him as he leans down next to you so you both can read your conversation with Thomas. You see his eyes read every single dirty word you’d said to each other. Skipping over the parts where you were only talking about everyday things. “I don’t think that’s any of your fucking business.”, you spit at him, trying your best to sound as serious as you can despite your ruined vocal cords.

He just smirks while scrolling in the conversation, making a disgusting sound as he licks his lips. A familiar moaning voice coming from your speakers. He just found the video you sent Thomas. “Oh, but you see, darlin’. It is my business.”, he proceeds to lean over you, close to your face, before he continues, “because now, he refuses to do his job. All because of you.”

His eyes rake over your whole body, one of his hands is hovering just above you, and you feel sick to your stomach knowing exactly what this disgusting old man is thinking while doing so. “To think that he got a girlie like you.”, he whistles quietly, “makes an old man like me real jealous.”, you turn your head away as he leans in and you whimper as you feel him place a alcohol filled kiss to your cheek.  You can’t do anything to defend yourself, you can’t scream anymore, your eyes hurt from crying, your leg throbs, your wrists hurt. All you know at this moment is a breath reeking of alcohol, pain and a broken heart.

You feel a tongue graze your ear before he whispers into it. “Before I make Thomas kill you, I’ll make you feel good, darlin’.”, he moans out his last word and chuckles darkly before leaving you alone again. Your body is so weak at this point, your eyes burn as a few straggling tears escape, and you close your eyes. Your eyes scream for some rest.

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‘That’s why I can’t kill her mama’

Finishing his motivation to not kill her, he proceeds to fiddle with his fingers instead, he looks at. They've been talking for almost an hour, only stopping for his mama to think and give some pointers, his uncle sneaking away from the sliding door to the basement caught his eyes once and he glared at him. His mother’s firm “Thomas.” bringing him back to the conversation.

‘And her leg is broken’

She only opens her mouth to reprimand him for messing with his uncle. “You know we don’t disrespect family, Thomas.” Hiding a pout behind his mask, he hangs his head in shame and nods. Even if Charlie is an asshole towards him at times, he’s family. And if it’s something his mama has taught him throughout the years, it’s that family comes first. No matter what.

“But…”, she continues as she stands to walk away, and he perks up, lifting his head to look at her with hopeful eyes. “You may keep her, but only until her leg is healed.”, he shoots up and envelops her in a sweaty bear hug.

“And you share food from your plate, you hear me?”, she swats him on his arm hard enough for a loud smack to ring out, and he reacts with a raspy “Ah!” before rubbing his hand where her hand landed. “No fooling around, either. And stop fighting with Charlie!”. His face heats up at the “no fooling around”-comment. “Now come’ere. We need to gather what supplies we have.”, he grunts lightly and looks down at the red mark his mother left on his arm before trudging after her to grab medical supplies.

Down in the basement, he does his best to ignore the small jump his heart does as he sees you’ve apparently fallen asleep, or passed out, on the table. You look serene. Peaceful. No trace of the earlier fear and panic left on your now relaxed face.

Working carefully, he unbolts your wrists and ankles to help his mother stabilize your leg. Internally thanking you for choosing to wear shorts so he didn’t have to unbutton your pants, something that would most likely have made him suffer a heart attack.

“She’s pretty, Tommy.”, his mother whispers to him as she moves up to the broken leg. He follows her with his eyes and nods shyly, her voice is silent. “Do you know her name?”, he thinks for a few seconds before signing out the letters to your name, she just hums in response and proceeds to set their work up.

Since they both know they can’t safely give you proper medical care, Thomas is thankful for the fact that his mama had made use of online classes for necessary skills.

“This’ll have to do.”, she backs up a bit and eyes the work they’ve put into your leg, and nods. Wiping her hands on her apron, she singlas for Thomas and starts moving to his basement bedroom. “Come on, hun. She’s staying down here.”, his head jolts towards her and he shakes his head in protest. “This is the safest place in the house.”, he shakes his head again and raises his hand to sign out protests.

‘Please, mama, not down here’

“Thomas Brown Hewitt!”, he relents and lets out an annoyed grunt, earning another smack on his arm as she can see him roll his eyes, “Don’t sass me, child!”, she jabs a finger close to his face before ordering him to pick you up from the table. “Listen to your mama and put her on your bed, and keep that leg of ‘ers high up.”, he lets out a humming sound close to “yes” as he carries you over to the bedroom, doing his best to not wake you up. A part of him relishing in keeping your sleeping form pressed to his chest. “And make sure you give ‘er a drink!”, his mama yells back at him before he closes the door just enough to shield you from view as he lays you down on his bed.

He thinks for a moment on what to prop your leg up on and looks around. Finally finding some pieces of clothing and a blanket that he scrunches up and puts under your leg.

A glass of water is sat down on the floor, Thomas deciding to sit down on an old lounge chair across from the bed, making him face you. He leans his head on his left hand just to watch you while waiting for his mama to return with something to eat.

He has a hard time fully comprehending that you’re really here, in front of him. He’s never been a popular person, neither on the internet nor outside of it, years of bullying erasing any kind of self positivity. Sure, he did have some friends scattered around some websites, but most of them were just… there. A few permanent contacts, maybe two, or three, but here you were. Someone who had replied to one of his posts; one comment being all it took.

You always talked sweetly to him, never did you pester him about things he found uncomfortable, there was never any need to explain when and why he needed space. And you never asked where he had been or what he had done when he went away for several days to… work. You were still as happy as ever when he returned to your conversation.

You’d brighten these months for him exponentially. When he told you he worked as a butcher, carefully avoiding what exactly he butchered, you didn’t shy away like other people did. You were curious by it, fascinated almost, asking some stray questions as to how he’d gotten into it, why he chose that job and that was it. You accepted him. Nothing that had to do with him scared you.

Fishing his phone up from his jean pocket, he opened your conversation, quickly swiping past all the naughty bits to get to the more sweeter moments. Reading through them, he smiled.

Glancing up at you, an idea came to mind. He closed the conversation and started looking through all the apps to find the camera and zoomed into your relaxed face to snap a photo of you. He wanted to remember this, no matter what happened in the future. He wanted to remember the very first time he saw you this relaxed.

His door knocked, and he swiftly closed his phone as he lightly tapped the toe of his boot on the floor, his own way of saying “come in”. “I bought something to eat, hun.”, his mama came in and the room was filled with the sweet aroma of cinnamon, on a plate were two big cinnamon buns resting, still warm. Thomas couldn’t help but to close his eyes and inhale the scent. He opened them again when he heard her laugh a little.

‘If I break my leg, can I have some too?’, he grins at his own bad attempt to get a warm treat such as a cinnamon bun.

“There’s two, Tommy.”, she winks at him and he lets out a deep chuckle.

‘Thank you, mama’

His mother sits the plate down next to the glass of water on the floor before she returns to the door and proceeds to lean up against the frame. A hurtful question is starting to grow in Thomas, and even if he doesn’t want the answer, he tugs lightly at his mama’s apron to get her attention. Without looking at her, keeping his eyes low and only slightly glancing over at your breathing form, he signs one question;

‘Do I have to do it?’

His mother just hums quietly towards the question before she replies. “You can keep her till she’s better, Tommy.”, he huffs at the same answer he had gotten earlier.

'That doesn’t even make sense, mama’ 'You’ve always told me I should find someone’ 'And now, when I finally found someone I like’ 'I have to kill her’

He glares up at her, annoyance, anger and hurt visible in his eyes. She meets his eyes, but her face is empty.

“Is she an honest woman?”, he only lets out an annoyed breath. "You know family comes first...", she looks at him to finish her statement, and he does so reluctantly with plain lazy hand movements.

'No matter what’

"The girl’s your responsibility.", he starts tapping the back of his phone in an irritable way. Suddenly, there’s a sharp pain in his earlobe as she pulls him close to her, and he lets out a pained grunt at being pulled. "And you heard what I said about foolin' around!", she lets him go and he rubs the sore spot on his ear, face red as earlier.

You groan slightly as you open your eyes. You clearly remember closing your eyes to give them rest after being sore and dry after your crying. What you didn’t intend to do, however, was to fall asleep.

Scratching your scalp you realize you’re not bolted down anymore, and you hurriedly go to sit up but stop abruptly as you’re reminded about the pain in your leg. You hiss and slow down, resorting to only resting on your elbows as you look down to your… leg, in a cast? “What?”, as your brain wakes up from your unknowing nap you notice you’re also laying down on a bed instead.  Slowly, you scoot yourself up to rest against the wall at the head of the bed. A light reaches through the slightly open door, a shuffling, a clinking and water flowing is heard outside. Clearing your throat, you call out. “Hello?”, you jolt slightly as a clatter rings out, the sound obvious evidence you had scared whoever was out there as it sounded like they dropped something.

Careful footsteps came your way and then a shy head popped into view and peered in on you from behind dark curls. You took the pillow from behind your back and hugged it close to your chest, like it would work as a shield. Looking at him as he peeked in through the opening of the door, he didn’t seem as frightening as before. Now, he looked like a kid. Someone who had just broken a vase and was too scared to tell his mom what he had done. But despite his innocent look, you couldn’t help the awful feeling in your stomach, that sinking realization of what he actually is, and what he’s done.

He surprised you though. Surprised you by lifting a shy hand and slowly waving it back and forth in a greeting. The gesture made you smile into the pillow, every ounce of rationality pushed aside. “Hi.”, you mumbled into the pillow. Instead of coming in, he just awkwardly stood there wringing his hands and fiddling with his fingers. Occasionally a hand would come down to pull on one of the chains hanging from his belt, like he was nervous being in your presence. You felt bed for him. Something you couldn’t believe you did, but you did feel bad for him at this moment.

“Do you… uhm… do you wanna come in?”, you ask timidly. A part of you actually wanting to talk to him. To get to know the Thomas you’ve known through your phone. He nodded, and came closer to you. But instead of sitting down or anything, he bends down next to the head of the bed and picks a plate up before setting it down in your lap. You look at the plate and then up to him. He’s in the middle of moving the lounge chair closer to you than it was before, he motions to the plate. “Oh! Is one of these… for me?”, you ask, genuinely confused. He nods excitedly as he sits down. The chair squeaked under his weight, and not long after he’s seated you’re presented with a glass of water.

Your brain is having a hard time piecing together what exactly is happening. First you’re bolted down to a table awaiting death by his hand and now he’s… feeding you? You just look at him with big questioning eyes, something he seems to notice. He reaches the glass out for you, you take it and then he starts moving his hands and fingers. “Wait… wait! Wait! Thomas, I… I don’t…”, you figure it’s sign language. Something you’ve never, honestly, bothered learning. He stops, and sighs in defeat. “I’m sorry…”, setting the glass down at the floor again, you take one of the buns and give it to him. Looking at him with an apologetic smile.

You both munched on your respective bun in silence, only real sound being you cursing at the fact that you’re dropping crumbs all over the bed, for a minute before you speak up.

"Are you… going to kill me?", your question is blunt and straight to the point as you pick at your treat, only glancing up at him in quick swipes, sadness pinging in your heart everytime you catch a glimpse of him. He looks down at the last piece of his own bun and pops it into his mouth before looking at you and shakes his head. You just nod slightly while taking a small bite. "But… you do… kill people?", he looks taken aback by your question. The only answer you get is him letting his head hang in silence. "Oh…"

He breaks the awkward tension by reaching down to pick your glass of water back up and handing it to you. Looking up at him, you meet his eyes. Those blue eyes of your Thomas. The Thomas you’ve gotten to know. The one who doesn't kill people. You keep eye contact as you accept the glass. "Thank you.", you smile as you feel tears well in your eyes yet again, but you push those tears away. Your first sip is small, but as soon as you get your first taste of the wonderful clear liquid, you quickly gulp every drop down. Your body is apparently more dehydrated than you thought. A chuckle erupts from your side before you feel a big thumb swipe by the edge of your mouth, wiping a stray water droplet away. Your face heats up slightly as you feel his thumb swipe over you and you smile towards him. Pushing away a small urge to lick his thumb as it passes by. Right at this moment, you don’t have any panic in your body. For some reason you’re calm.

Right now, it feels like you're just two friends having a tender moment. Two people with feelings not yet ready to ascend to the surface.

Not a person held hostage by a broken leg, and a murderer with an arsenal of choices.

Clearing your throat to gain his attention, you suck the remaining sticky cinnamon filling off your fingers and look over at him. “Can I ask you something?”, you don’t want to get lost in your rational fear right now, having the need to fill the space with talking, you make a conscious decision to get to know Thomas in person instead.

You’ve wanted to meet him for so long, and here he is. In the flesh. Seated in a lounge chair next to your bed, in all his behemoth glory. And by god is he attractive.

With some nutrients in your body, your brain has started to reboot. Your eyes dance over him. All broad shoulders and big arms, arms only shown because of the black wife beater that clung tightly over his chest, small beads of sweat rolling down his clavicle due to the sheer Texas heat. The hair on his chest shown over the neckline glued to him. Your eyes travel over the buffé that is this man, they follow the way his biceps flex as he reaches behind to scratch his neck. A small knot grows in the pit of your stomach as you see that familiar tattoo covering most of his right arm, now knowing what exactly it meant.

That twisted hormonal part of you took over, however, continuing your field trip, you bite the inside of your cheek as you glance on his muscular thighs clad in grayish-blue jeans with wear-and-tear rips at the knees, a strong sign this is a man who works. Your mind flashes back to the photo he had sent you when he first told you his name, and suddenly, you felt the urge to sit on his lap.

You shake your head and discreetly take a deep breath to clear your mind. You almost have to forcefully tear your eyes from his thighs. Looking up at him again, his hair looked ruffled, uncleaned. You twitched with want to tangle your fingers in it, to grab and pull on until you exposed his wide neck to your teeth and tongue, a thought of what kind of sound he would make in your ear as you bite down and drag your ton-.

Your thoughts are interrupted as he taps the side of the bed, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, realization that you’ve probably been staring like a madwoman at this poor man while he’s been waiting for your question must be clear on your face the way he looks at you, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Oh… right… sorry.”, you say sheepishly as you try to hide your most likely tomato red face by pretending to rub tiredness away with the palm of your hands. A deep “heh” comes from him and you glance at him through the space between your fingers. His hand motions you to “go ahead, ask”. “Uhm… you never told me you couldn’t talk.”, you look down and suddenly feel really stupid to ask him a personal thing like this. “I’m sorry I… I didn’t mean to sound so… disrespectful!”, he shakes his head and pulls a finger up to signal you to give him a minute as he fishes his phone up. You cock your head to the side and look at him with curious eyes as he types away, then a male voice rings out from his phone.

I can, I just don’t anymore

You raise your eyebrows. “Ooh! Can I ask why? I just… I just want to get to know you.”, your face heats up again as you decide to confess to him, “I’ve wanted to meet you for so long.”, the smile you give him is reciprocated by him, if his eyes are something to go after, before returning his gaze down to his phone to type.

It’s fine. Disease, took a knife to my face when I was a kid

The voice stops for a minute, he looks at you and you guess he’s looking for any kind of disgust, but you show none. All you do is scoot down the bed again, moving carefully as to not jostle your leg and get comfortable on the pillow. “Please, continue. I want to know.”, voice cheerily.

He visibly relaxes at your words, and it shows. He leans back, and sinks down further into the chair, almost laying halfway off it, the voice continues to spell his sentences out.

The pain was so bad. It hurt to talk, it hurt to eat, it hurt to exist. So I stopped talking, mama almost had to force food down my throat.

You only hum as a response. “So, you just decided to stop talking one day?”, you cuddled into the pillow, the masculine scent of Thomas envelops you and your heartbeat sinks down to a resting pace.

He nods, clicking from his phone’s keyboard.

Yeah. The pain was too intense, easier to stop talking, eating is also more fun than to talk, so. Besides, I’ve never really had friends to talk to anyway.

You looked at him with pity, you wanted to hug him so bad. Wanted to soothe the child inside of him that you just knew were hurting. “Why didn’t you tell me this?”

It wasn’t necessary

“I guess you’re right.”, you agree with him. It never was necessary, since you never talked on the phone.

You both fall into a comfortable silence. Thomas remains seated in his chair, now lazily scrolling on his phone. You just lay there, looking at him and thinking back on when you first started talking to him. Vaguely remembering what forum it was, honestly not really caring what it was called since you basically stopped logging onto it when you had saved his contact information in your phone. You had quickly clicked on your shared interests, but there was something else with him. He was surprisingly easy to talk to. Sure, he would go silent for a few days sometimes, but it didn’t bother you. Because you knew he always came back to your conversation. He never did tell you where he lived, and now you knew why. He literally couldn’t.

You have a hard time piecing together the giant contrast. The Thomas you had gotten to know was sweet, and passionate about his hobbies. He loved his family and it was clear that he was a family man through and through. He was strong in all kinds of ways. He had also stayed up late during nights just to keep you company, talking about absolutely nothing and everything in between. You’d told him about your life, and he had briefly told you about his.

Although knowing what he did for a living. What gruesome secret he had kept from you, you still saw that same Thomas when you looked at him. Now, when the climax of your panic had died down, enveloped by the scent of him via his pillow, you saw him again.

Your Thomas.

Not the deranged, murderer, not the… butcherer, you saw nothing gruesome about him. You weren’t scared. You were bought back to those nights where you were in your bed, sharing stupid jokes, and silly videos you’d found on the internet with him.  Those nights where you would laugh yourself to tears to some story he had told you from his childhood. It felt… normal. But you knew it wasn’t. Your leg was broken, badly put together in a homemade cast, and you were bedridden in a basement where awful things take place.

You’re both startled a bit as you hear the door knock slightly, you meet Thomas’ eyes and you raise an eyebrow as he taps the floor two times with his boot. “Huh…”, looking towards the door, an older woman enters. “Tommy, it’s late.”, you sit up and lean towards the wall and smile at the old lady, she looks nice, obviously his mother, and you’re happy to see her nice face instead of the old man. She looks at you, eyebrows furrowing. “You’re up, good.”, her voice is stern, held back, guarded. All you can do is nod. Her mere presence evokes the need for respect.

This is the matriarch. The one in charge. Not Thomas. Not the old man. She is. Being in your position, you know damn well it’s best to give her that respect.

You follow her eyes as she looks over at Thomas, your heart begins to race as you think this is the end. That he was only saying “no” earlier to get you relaxed enough to not fight back. “Thomas, I need to talk to her in private.”, you meet eyes with him and you shake your head in panic. You don’t want him to leave. He looks at you with kind eyes as he gets up to leave. He knows something. He signs something to his mother, she gives him a warm motherly smile before petting him on the arm and nods. “Good night, hun. Try gettin’ some sleep tonight.”, he nods back at her and then looks over his shoulder at you. You don’t dare speak at this moment. Only waiting for the old woman to approach you, which she does shortly after Thomas has left you alone, she sits down in the lounge chair next to you. Her eyes are neutral as they scan your face. “We have rules in this family.”, she starts. And you listen intently as she lists all rules you need to follow, and the reason why you’re still alive. At least for now.

Ending her one-sided conversation with you, she introduces herself as Luda Mae, but you’re to call her “ma’am”. She makes it clear that you’re not part of the family, that she’s allowing you to stay until your leg is healed, and that the only reason for that is that Thomas likes you a lot. But she also highlights that if you are caught messing with Thomas’ job, no matter how much he likes you, you will receive a punishment.

Before she leaves you to sleep for the night, she gets up to carry your bag in, and sets it down next to the head of the bed. And that’s it. “Thank you.”, you pipe up, and she stops at the door, hand on the doorknob, and looks over at you. “For the cinnamon bun, it was delicious.”. For the first time, you see a genuine smile growing on her face, and she nods. “Tommy will be down early tomorrow.”, and with that, she closes the door.

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Upstairs, Thomas closes his bedroom door quietly and proceeds to kick his boots off, he swiftly unbuckles his belt and just lets his heavy jeans fall onto the floor where he stands, a heavy clanking of chains and keys echoes in his room. He takes a deep breath of unfiltered air as his mask is removed, as he stretches his back pops in a symphony of crackles before he peels off his sweaty wife beater off and just chucks it the general direction of his laundry. His big and tired body timbers down on his bed, a dangerous crack reaches his ears and he hisses slightly and curses himself for - yet again - almost breaking his bed in half.

His thoughts are running haywire. He’s thinking back to the beginning of when you started talking, when he first saw your face in a picture. One time you’d sent him a video of when you had dropped something and you laughing heartily in the background at how “fun it is to bake” and “yes, you should totally bake more” and he chuckled. And now here you were. In his basement bedroom. Where he had touched you. Your skin is soft under his rough hands, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t want to touch more of you.

He rolled over to his back and stared up at the ceiling, a piece of his bottom lip captured between his teeth as he chews a bit of skin off. “Hm…”. He gets up and rummages through his pants to find his phone, unlocks it and types out a simple message.

“I can’t sleep.”

A pure lie since he hadn’t even tried sleeping yet. Hitting send, he hopes his mama had given you your belongings by now, which means you would have gotten your phone.

He goes back to bed and lays down, one foot dangling over the edge of the it, pulling up the Facebook he mainly uses for talking and following a handful of friends he’d gotten from all over the internet to scroll through, his thundering laugh the only sound in his room as he sees a few hilarious posts made by some of them. He needed this downtime, something to relax with. Lazily scrolling through his phone usually did the trick for him. It took around twenty minutes and he lost faith in you having your phone before his eyes caught a stream of notifications from you, just hailing in.

“Why the FUCK have you been lying to me?” “I thought we were at least open enough to talk about everything” “Are you even the same Thomas?” “Do I know you?” “Did you lie to me all these months to get me here?” “I fucking hate you” “I want to go home” “You really hurt me, you know” “I’ve always liked you”

All he did was watch as each message came through. He understood your flurry of emotions, god knows he of all people understood this. He’d had them all before, but years after years of bullying has made him a master at hiding his true emotions, vowing to never show anything anymore. All he showed was muscles and rage. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard. Not knowing what to say at a moment like this. His years of neglecting his feelings has left him… not good with moments like this. What are you supposed to say? What’s appropriate? Should he confess? Should he let you just talk?

Of course he knew what it meant to have feelings for someone, he’d had them before. But also knowing how he looked, being the town's freak show, he never acted on any crushes he had. So being this bombarded with emotions was… weird. It was new to him, and for the most part, he didn’t like new things. He locked the phone. Closed everything that had to do with dealing with this.

The messages didn’t stop, however, the insistent dinging making so he had to put it on vibrate. But even that got annoying after about five messages. He opened your conversation and read through it all.

“I’m sorry” “I just can’t” “believe that after all these months of talking” “me thinking you were a” “normal person” “you’ve been this killer” “a murderer”

He lost it at the end. And started typing out his response.

“you don’t understand”

“oh fuck off with that you don’t understand bullshit, thomas”

At this point, neither of you really cared about spelling or grammar, it was all just pure emotion filled text. Thomas was hurting, probably just as much as you. He didn’t want to be on this end of it all. He just wanted all of this to be over, hopefully, with you alive.

"you can’t excuse murder”

He locks his phone again and just lets it fall from his hand onto the floor, throwing one arm over his eyes.

I guess it’s time to sleep, then.

------------------------------------------------------------ You’re abruptly awoken the next day by the door being flung open, and you jolt hard enough for a sudden pain to shoot through your leg, making you hiss. In the door, stood Thomas and he was looking like a combination of angry and tired, this time with no shirt on, making him seem almost bigger than with one on. You only have two thoughts running through your mind at this point.

Have you grown bigger during the night? and Please let me run my fingers through that garden of hair you have on your chest

One arm crossed over his chest, the other typing away on his phone. You just stare at him at first. Not long after, that same male voice rings out;

Mama told me to shower you

You give him a defiant laugh, cross your arms and pouts like a petulant child. You hear a sigh, a sigh only amplified by his mask.

Please, stop. I’m not fighting over this

“I’m not fighting about the shower.”, you snap your head towards him, “I’m fighting about the fact that you’ve become my best friend and the fact that you didn’t tell me anything.”, you hiss. At the end of your sentence you hear a deep, deep, rumbling… laughter. Thomas is laughing. A genuine laugh that makes him have to lean up against the door frame. “What are you laughing at?”, you feel almost offended.

It takes him almost a full minute to type out a reply to you.

Tell you what? That I’m a murderer? How was I supposed to bring that shit up? “Oh hey, by the way, I kill people”?

You catch the way his eyebrows raised up in an obvious sarcastic way, coaxing you to laugh.

Come on, it’s not something I can just tell you about. I’m still the same Thomas. But I’m sorry you had to find out this way. Or at all, honestly

You narrow your eyes in his direction. You’re still mad at him, but he does have a point. How does one bring up something as horrible as all this? You battle your rational side, the rational side that strives on survival, the one that’s constantly telling you to get out, that it’s not safe here. But then you see him, and his eyes, and you’re teleported back home. Not one part of you is listening to your rational side at this moment. Because this really is the same Thomas you’ve been talking to. He looks like him, he… talks like him, and he acts like him. So you accept his offer to take a shower, and your rational side flips out and internally you throw hands with yourself for this.

Before you have time to reply to him, he’s moving towards you while typing;

Listen, sugar, I don’t have all day. So up we go

And before you know it, the bed leaves you and you’re flying. You yelp as you’re carefully thrown over his naked shoulder, your bag being picked up in his other hand. You really can’t help the giggle that escapes you at this point, desperately you try to grab on to… something as to not fall off him. “Can’t you at least carry me like a normal person and not a deer that’s been shot, you dummy?”, you feel his shoulder shake in what you suspect is a silent laugh.

For the first time, you see the rest of the house. There’s clinking coming from what you figure is the kitchen, voices talking in a hushed tone. Thomas seems to make a beeline to the stairs as a particularly harsh voice calls his name from the kitchen’s direction, he tenses up at the same time. But suddenly he stops, you can’t see anything other than the floor and heel of his boots, but you can hear a voice. “Where you takin’ ‘er, boy?”, it’s the old man that was with you yesterday. You remember his voice. You feel Thomas’ body move and see the stairs under him as he walks up, you can’t help but to raise your head and look down at the old man. He winks at you and makes a disgusting kissing face before turning away.

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Thomas lets out a small grunt as he sets you down in the bathtub and sets your bag down in front of you in it before pulling his phone up;

You ain’t allowed to be alone

He looks down at you sitting in the tub and makes a face as if trying to say “sorry” before pulling the curtain to let you undress somewhat in peace, knees cracking slightly as he sits down on the lid of the toilet. He hears you whine a bit. “Does she think I’m going to run away with a broken leg?”, he chuckled.

Maybe you’ll beat us all with your cast

A giggle from behind the shower curtain, and a shuffle. His eyes follow your arm as it reaches out from behind it, your hand drops your clothes on the floor. “Maybe I will! I can be fierce if I want to.”, he just hums and reclines on the toilet before your voice rings out again, a little shaky this time. “Hey, uhm… Do you mind… helping me out?”, his heart starts to race. He clears his throat as quietly and discreetly as he can.

With?

“I can’t reach the shower head and uhm… If you can lift my leg up out of the tub.”, your voice is so low, so nervous. And he can tell. His hands feel moist and he wipes them on his sweatpants before putting his phone on the floor.

With racing thoughts, his heart is going at a record speed. You’re naked. And he knows you’re naked, a thought that’s almost enough for him to cum in his pants. Getting up, his hands shake as he reaches behind the curtain, making sure to keep his face on the outside so as to not see you in all your naked glory, taking the showerhead off its handle and giving it to you blindly. When he feels you’ve taken it, he’s quick to tug his arm back.

He hears you giggle.

“Thomas, you’ve seen me naked before.”, he’s so, so happy that you can’t see him. Because he’s probably much more red than a fresh tomato at this point. And he can feel it. His face is warm.

Of course he’s seen you naked, on video. And pictures. But that’s far from the same thing as seeing you naked… In person. To help you with your leg he kneels next to the tub, he knows he has to open the curtain just a tiny bit and he is not in the mood to show you what lovely tent he’s pitching in his sweat pants at this moment. His thoughts are not of honest nature right now.

But before opening it, he needs to ask first.

I need to open the curtain, okay?

He’s thankful for the somewhat robotic male voice from his phone, because it can’t show how nervous he is. Your answer is so simple to him. “Yes.” Taking a deep breath he shoves it aside.

You look so small, curled up with your arms covering your breasts. He looks away from your face when he sees you blush as you notice his eyes, he’s shaking so badly at this point. Yet, he manages to reach out and ever so carefully lifts your heavy leg up to prop it on the side of the tub. His hair falls in front of his eyes, a slight cover for his wandering eyes, eyes he seemingly can’t control at this moment since the majority of his blood has traveled south. His breath hitches slightly as his gaze land on your sex as it get exposed because of the way your leg has to be moved from your body to get propped up, your other not doing much to cover yourself up even if you try.

He gulps and almost way too hurriedly releases your leg and basically throws the curtain closed again as he sits back. As the shower starts, he glares down at the throbbing mass of flesh twitching slightly between his thighs in an annoyed way, before mentally cursing it.

You really have to ruin everything, don’t you?

[jouretnuit-nightandday]

From your last prompt can you write a bit about the party they went to?? Like is it there first kiss Ect

Hi Anon, sure! Here’s a little prequel to this post. 

This is the most boring party Fatin’s ever attended. She’s not even sure it qualifies as a party, honestly. Where’s the excitement, the energy, the glamorous outfits? The dancing and laughter? The fun? All she sees are old white people in bland yet probably super expensive clothes sipping from their champagne glasses, and her fellow Juilliard classmates wandering around, stuffing themselves with canapés and trying to catch the attention of their favorite professors by saying something witty at just the right moment, while an honestly uninspired rendition of Chopin’s Nocturne plays softly in the background.

This is so not what she was expecting when she moved to New York. Fatin's not an idiot, she knew there’d be a fair amount of studying and practicing involved, but she thought at least the party scene would be fun. But she’s barely had time to explore Manhattan’s clubs, and all the Juilliard parties have been… disappointing. She’s supposed to take this opportunity to mingle, get to know her classmates, impress her professors, meet a rich benefactor - in one word, network. But she is so fucking bored. 

Disgruntled, and making absolutely no effort to smile, Fatin starts making her way towards a group of students arguing about something that’s sure to be captivating - at least one of the guys is fantastically dressed, and though she’s pretty sure he’s gay and won’t be interested in a quick fuck, she’s hoping he’ll be less of a bore than the rest - when suddenly someone taps her on the shoulder, from behind. She swivels around, expecting one of the girls from her dorm, or - God forbid - her faculty advisor. 

“Leah!” she exclaims, instead, and blinks, incredulous. Maybe her friend is an apparition, a mirage produced by her entertainment-deprived brain. 

But no, it is in fact Leah, in the flesh, smiling at her. “Hey,” is all Leah has time to let out, before Fatin wraps her in a fierce hug. “Oh my God, you actually came! Thank fuck.”

“Of course I came, you invited me,” Leah mumbles, sounding amused. 

Fatin lets Leah go, and peers at her, raising one eyebrow. “Girl, you’ve literally stood me up the last five times I’ve invited you to go out. Don’t act like I’m not allowed to be surprised.”

Leah rolls her eyes. “I didn’t stand you up, I just said I couldn’t come. I don’t know if you’re aware, but --”

“You’re a sophomore at NYU and you have a lot of work, blablabla,” Fatin interrupts, with a dismissive little wave of the hand.”Yeah, yeah, I know the drill.” She grins at the grumpy face Leah makes. “You got here just in time: this party fucking sucks. There’s literally no-one interesting, and they won’t serve you alcohol if you’re under twenty-one.”

“Sounds like a good time to let you know I’ve got rhum in my purse,” Leah says, in a conspiratorial tone. 

“Oh, Leah,” Fatin says, “I could kiss you right now. With a little tongue, even.”

Leah’s cheeks redden, as they always do when Fatin flirts with her, and as she crosses her arms against her chest, it draws Fatin’s gaze to the rest of her. She lets out a little whistle. “Dude, you look hot. That dress is perfect on you.”

“Thanks,” Leah replies, still blushing. “You look nice too.”

“Nice?” Fatin repeats, offended.

“Sorry,” Leah amends, in a drier tone. “You are the most fuckable person at this social event.”

“There we go. Thanks, babe.” Fatin winks, and grabs Leah’s hand. “Alright, let’s go somewhere private and have a look at that purse of yours.”

They escape the main gallery, giggling as they hurry up the stairs and find refuge in a small side room that must serve as an administrative office during the day: there’s a very large desk, and chairs, and a set of dusty shelves. They both sit - Leah on the chair, Fatin on the desk - and Leah takes out a flask from her purse, twists the cap off, and takes a long sip. Fatin watches with interest as the movement leaves Leah’s throat curved and exposed ; her eyes follow the lines of Leah’s collarbones peeking from under her dress, the shape of Leah’s lips around the mouth of the flask. When it’s her turn to drink, the rhum pools, warm, a bit dangerous, at the bottom of Fatin’s stomach, and she glances at Leah’s face again, at her eyes, strikingly blue, framed by dark hair. It’s not the first time she notices how pretty Leah is ; they’ve known each other since high school, though they only really became friends after they both moved to New York for college. 

“I’m glad you came,” Fatin says, softly, a bit more earnestly than she intended.

“That’s what she said,” says Leah, and Fatin almost chokes on her second mouthful of rhum. 

She laughs, passing the flask back to Leah. “Oh, I’ve taught you well. I’m so proud.”

Leah, smiling, puts the flask inside her purse. “Should we go back downstairs?”

Fatin is about to answer when, suddenly, voices resonate in the hallway, right by the door. “Shit,” Fatin murmurs, because they are most definitely not supposed to be here. “Get under the desk.” The two of them scramble on their hands and knees under the massive desk of polished wood, and Fatin has the presence of mind to drag Leah’s purse under there as well just as the door opens. 

“-- believe he wants these documents right now, this really could have waited till morning,” says someone, sounding extremely irritated, and tired.

“You know how he is,” a second person answers, which Fatin recognizes as one of the music division’s secretaries. Oh, God, she’s in so much trouble. “You got them?”

“Give me a minute.”

Leah and Fatin don’t move an inch, as they listen, barely breathing, to someone rummaging through the shelves. Leah’s fingers are tight around Fatin’s hand, and they’re huddling so close to each other, Fatin swears she can hear Leah’s heart pounding, hard and fast, inside her chest. 

“Got it. Let’s go.” Footsteps retreat, the door closes, the voices fade away. Fatin lets out a shaky breath. 

“Fuck, that was terrifying,” she whispers. She turns her head, minutely, and Leah‘s face is right there, so close they could be touching, so close she smells the rhum on Leah’s breath. Leah’s eyes are wide, and she’s staring right at Fatin, her cheeks pink. Fatin’s gaze drops to Leah’s lips. 

“Leah,” she exhales, and before she can say anything else, Leah surges forward and kisses her, both hands cupping Fatin’s face. Fatin threads her fingers in the silky mass of Leah’s hair, and kisses her back.

When they part for air, Fatin traces the wet, enticing line of Leah’s lower lip with her thumb, and smiles. “You’re full of surprises, Leah Rilke. I would not have pegged you for a girl who enjoys making-out under a desk.”

Leah laughs, and it’s the most beautiful sound Fatin’s ever heard. “I mean, I can’t say I’ve ever done it before, but, when in Rome...

“Hm. Well, I have a very comfortable bed, and a roommate who definitely won’t be in tonight. Do you wanna get out of here?” Fatin asks. She holds out a hand.

Leah takes it. “Lead the way .”

[calumthoodshands]

hi Aria, I hope you're having a good day<3

can I choose 2? imma choose 2

I’m in flames though i’m standing in the rain, you make my heart burn & give me love please💖

Hi ana!! Thank you for stopping by, of course you can choose two there’s more than enough to choose from <3 hope ur having a good day too!!

putting this under a cut, because long sdklskd

So. I gotta admit i laughed out loud when i opened ‘i’m in flames…’ blablabla because oh lord. Ana. It has FOUR words. FOUR

But obviously, there wouldn’t be a wip without an idea, so I will tell you all about the idea baby, but i’m sure you still wanna know those four words. They are: Cake in the rain. Sounds stupid, but isn’t, because there is more to it, because surprise! The title is from a song. Song being cecilia by andreas moe, but it’s not a word for word excerpt. Still makes it a songfic, i guess. So, going from the title, this is supposed to be a one shot, dealing with calum and luke meeting in the rain. One of them — probably… calum… is the one who is pining after luke, because he still has feelings, but luke doesn’t. It’s all very emo and sad and crying in the rain. It’s heartbreak. I don’t want to write it for that reason and the fact that this is being way more fitting for a movie scene. Maybe this idea will just continue to live in my head :/

For “give me love” - i just noticed you asked for two songfics, lol, this one is by ed sheeran which you probably know - i actually have a bit more to tell and even show, so let’s start with a snippet:

as you can see... it is quite dramatic and emo. the song isn’t very cheerful either, unfortunately. this is thought to be a oneshot about cake facing themselves and their relationship in the middle of the nigt, and now as i am typing these words, i’m thinking about how these two fics would seriously work really well if i just put them together. thanks for making me realise that ana <3 maybe that way it will one day see the light? who knows!

thanks for stopping by ana, sending you all my love!

Ask me to talk about a wip of mine

[strwbryshortcake]

Communicate with me

First encounter

a;n ⇶ i know it’s a shitty title lol sorry, it’s so hard to name chapters!!! 

n e ways, here’s the first chapter of Communicate with me ! Slow one but yk, just setting the bases lol, hope you like it

there will be more chapters obviously ! i will try to update as much as possible

w;c ⇶ 1246 words

masterlist

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Tap, tap, tap.

Tsukishima frowned and tried to concentrate.

Tap, tap, tap.

He did his best to try and ignore the annoying sound that just wouldn’t stop.

Tap, tap, tap.

He turned his head and looked around him to identify who was making this horrible, absolutely atrocious rythm. It sounded like someone tapping his foot on the ground. It seemed like he was the only one who was bothered by it, everyone was concentrated on the English teacher, taking notes or answering questions. How could they not hear it? He wondered why his professor didn’t ask the culprit to stop. Continuing to look around, he finally saw who was annoying the hell out of him. It was a girl that he didn’t notice at the beginning of the year. Was she always here? She had to be or else he would’ve remember her introducing herself.

“Hey!” He whispered loud enough, he hoped, for her to hear.

“Mh?” She turned her head, searching for who was calling her.

“Over here.” She finally looked at him.

“Yes?”

“Could you stop?” He pointed to her foot, still tapping. “It’s annoying. I can’t concentrate.”

“Oh, sure, sorry.”

She reajusted herself in her seat and continued to listen to the lesson.

Tick, Tick, Tick.

It hasn’t even been ten minutes. He looked at her again and sighed when he saw her playing with her pen, knocking it against her wooden desk.

For fuck’s sake.

Everyone turned to look at him and the teacher furrowed his brows, stopping mid-sentence.

Did he just say that out loud?

“Something to add, Tsukishima?”

“No, sorry, I guess I was thinking out loud.” He glared at the girl who offered him an apologetic smile, mouthing Sorry.

Break arrived soon enough and before she even had the time to stand up and leave, he was in front of her desk.

“You think it’s funny?” He crossed his arms on his chest, straightening his back to seem even taller.

“Excuse me? What are you talking about?” He took a step back when she got up. She didn’t even reach his shoulder.

“Making those noises. You find it funny?”

“Now you’re just assuming things.” She let out a dry laugh. “Not everything revolves around you, Tsukishima, I already said I was sorry, why do you feel the need to confront me?”

“I just spent an hour trying to take notes and my textbook is blank because of your little game.”

“I can lend you my notes if you want.” She said as she was gathering her things. “But I don’t have time for your little outburst, I got things to do.”

“That’s not the point-…”

“You want them or not?” She cut him.

“I don’t want your stupid notes!” He raised his voice, starting to lose his temper.

“Too bad for you then, beanpole.” She made her way around him and left the classroom, leaving him in front of her now empty desk.

What the fuck?

“Hey, Yama! You know who this girl is?”

“Mh?” Yamaguchi approached him. “What girl? You know there’s nobody there right?” He looked at the desk Tsukishima was staring at.

“I didn’t mean-… you know what, forget it. You know the girl who sits there?”

“Yeah, I talked to her a few times. She’s nice.”

“Yeah, yeah. What’s her name?”

“I only know her last name, Hamasaki.”

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“… And then, i hear his fucking voice being like “Oh fuck’s sake” so I turn around and this man is sitting there, looking right at me with daggers in his eyes and in my head I’m like “What is his problem?” y’know? But wait… It doesn’t end here ! So like, the teacher said something to him blablabla, I’m looking at him and I’m mouthing “Sorry” with my cutest smile and he’s still staring at me like he’s going to kill me!” She stops a second to take a sip of water. “But then, when I’m 'bout to leave, this fucking Eiffel Tower of a man comes right. in. front. of my desk and he’s all like “You think it’s funny, do you?” ” She’s making a funny face while imitating his voice the worst way possible. “And I was like “Man what’s your point? You want my notes or what?” 'Cause you bet your ass he was saying it was my fault if he didn’t write anything! And noooo, he’s being an asshole again and saying he doesn’t want my stupid notes so I left. God, I would’ve paid to see his face at this moment.”

“You need to control yourself Aika…”

“Oh come on Daichi, you know me!”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m saying that.” He laughed at the face she was making. “If he’s bothering you again, tell me and I’ll have a talk with him. What’s his name?”

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much, big brother. And… You know what, it’s not that important. I’ll just ignore him like I do with everyone in my class.”

“See, that’s why no one likes you!” He pushed her with his shoulder playfully. “You need me to take you to your rehearsal tonight?”

“No, no, don’t bother, you have practice too tonight and I wouldn’t want to be a burden… If you could just pick me up when you’re done? I don’t want to walk alone in the dark. Too much creeps.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll text you.” He shuffled her hair and stood up. “I gotta go to class. See you tonight.”

“Bye.”

She watched him with a tiny smile and pulled out her homework. She was sitting by herself on a bench that was next to the gym.

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The next time he saw her was during their sports class. Everyone was running laps around the field. He noticed her right away because she was the only girl that could keep up with the boys’ pace. She was next to Yamaguchi, making small talk with him as her ponytail swayed side to side.

“I’m sorry about him. He can be a handful sometimes.” Yamaguchi laughed a little bit while scratching his neck, probably because he was embarassed.

“Yeah, he’s a dick, you can say it!”

“It’s not like that! He just has a hard time… speaking to other people.”

“Whatever. He was an asshole, you can’t convince me otherwise. Anyway, how was training yesterday? Daichi seemed really tired.”

So she knew Daichi… Was she his girlfriend?

“Well, you know, the usual. But he helped Kageyama and Hinata so maybe that’s why. They have too much energy!” They both laughed and Tsukishima caught himself staring at her. “Oh, hey Tsukki!” Yamaguchi finally noticed him.

She turned her head just a bit and glared at him before accelerating, leaving them behind.

“Bye, Yama!”

“Ugh, what did she want?” He asked him, as if he hadn’t listened to their whole conversation.

“Nothing special. She was upset with you.” He gave him a little slap on the back of his blonde head. “You could’ve been nicer. Now she thinks you’re an asshole.”

“Good. One more person that won’t try to annoy me.”

At that sentence, Tadashi bursted into laughter.

“Oh, 'cause you think that’s what’s going to happen? Even I don’t know her that much but I can tell you that you’re really wrong, my friend. She won’t let this die.” He then lowered his voice and said playfully : “She wrote your name in her Death Note.”

Little did Tsukishima know that Yamaguchi was right. She wasn’t going to let him off that easily.

[malereaderoneshots]

Annoyance ; Kim Doyoung

Requested?: Yes, “Iwant to req male reader and doyoung. Doyoung popular student and used to being chased by other students, but not reader, reader didn't really care for popular students. Reader once help Doyoung (i don't know help on what, maybe from falling like those kind of scene on drama? 🤣) And Doyoung misunderstood and think reader like him. Doyoung then keep bothering reader and reader find it annoying. Blablabla happy ending” Pairing: Kim Doyoung x Male Reader Word Count: 986

Stereotypes wasn't a thing Y/N paid attention to. Until he accidently became one.

Y/N wasn't much of a talker, he wasn't particularly shy he could just never be bothered to talk to his classmates. So, to say Doyoung sliding up to lean against the locker beside Y/N to flaunt himself surprised him would be an understatement. "So, Y/N, how was your weekend?" He chirped giving an award-winning smile making Y/N feel slightly uncomfortable. "Fine?" Y/N replied and closed his locker turning to walk to class, Doyoung pushed off of the locker he was leaning against and walked side by side with Y/N who kept his stare straight ahead.

Doyoung was popular, had been since middle school, he always had a flock of girls surrounding him like squirrels with a bird feeder. Doyoung never paid much attention to the girls around him. Y/N once joked with his friend that Doyoung might be gay, but with how perfect his attendance and grades were everyone just assumed that his schedule was too busy to allow any high school romances. However, that didn't stop some girls from trying. "I'm having a party on Saturday. I hope you're there." A girl giggled from in front of Y/N. He looked up to see Doyoung walking down the stairs in front of him with a gaggle of girls around him, still the boy never even gave her a glance. Y/N had just zoned out again when someone in front of him swore loudly and without thinking Y/N reached forward and grabbed someone before shifting his weight backwards and dragging the person down with him. Y/N landed on the stairs with a thump and then the air was knocked from his lungs as the person on top made their impact. All Y/N knew was that his back hurt and that people around them were whispering harshly. Shaking his head and groaning Y/N felt the weight on his chest lift so he sat up and looked at the person he might have saved, he came face to face with a very shocked and red face. "Doyoung!" The older boy spluttered, standing up and fixing his uniform his arms stuttering out unsure about if he should help the boy up or run away and transfer schools. Doyoung took Y/Ns outstretched hands but collapsed into the taller boys’ chest when he put weight on his foot. "He's twisted his ankle." Someone called out. Y/N couldn’t hear them over the ringing of his ears, his collar suddenly felt a little tight. From beside him Y/Ns friend lightly shoved his shoulder and said lowly enough for Y/N to hear, "Take him to the nurse’s office, don’t just stand there!" Y/N slowly turned his head to look at his friend with wide eyes and a gaped mouth. From below Doyoung cleared his throat still leaning all his weight on Y/N. He swallowed the lump in his throat before wrapping an arm around Doyoungs back and the other arm under his knees and hoisted him up without thinking, Doyoung gasped and wrapped an arm around Y/Ns neck to support himself and stared at the other boys’ face which was slowly growing red.

That incident happed a couple months ago and since then Doyoung found every chance to slide up to him and try to talk. Wherever Y/N went Doyoung would slide up a couple minutes later and people were beginning to talk which was annoying and making Y/N feel uncomfortable. Y/N was sat against the wall behind the school when he heard a familiar whistle, groaning internally Y/N threw his head back and began packing his bags. "Y/N!" the voice called out, picking up his pace Y/N stood and began walking away put the person caught up and linked his arms with Y/N. "Doyoung." Y/N greeted trying to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Doyoung let go of his arm and jumped in front of Y/N blocking his path. "What's the matter with you?" Doyoung asked tilting his head to the side, for once Y/N met his gaze. "You." He said a bit aggressively causing the smaller boy to take a step back. Y/N groaned and wiped his hand down his face and letting it sit on the back of his neck. "I'm sorry," he sighed, "I don't know what you want from me but I'm sorry I caused you to twist your ankle, but I'm not special so you don’t have to ruin my life." Looking up Y/N noticed the confusion make its way onto Doyoungs face. "I-I don’t want to ruin your life?" Y/N felt his heart drop at the almost heartbroken look on Doyoungs face. "Then why do you keep following me around?" Now it was Doyoungs turn to blush as he scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat. "I actually…I-I thought you liked me as well." Y/Ns eyes widened. "As well?!?" he raised his eyebrows so fast they almost flew off of his face, Doyoung continued to look down and played with some rocks under his foot. "I'm sorry." Doyoung muttered turning to leave.

Y/N panicked and grabbed Doyoungs upper arm and pulled him back, Doyoung stubbled back and collided with Y/Ns chest causing the boys to fall back. Y/N hit the floor hard and let out a yelp as Doyoung fell against him. Doyoung chuckled, "Is this how you pick up people?" Y/N stuttered and gently put his hands on Doyoungs shoulders. "I've never been in a relationship." He muttered shyly, avoiding Doyoungs eyes. Doyoung looked at him with surprise then bit his lip. "Maybe…I mean if you would like to of course, go on a date with me?" Then quickly added, "so we can get to know each other better instead of me following and annoying you." Y/N shyly smiled and tucked his head into the younger boys’ shoulder, Doyoung felt himself melt a bit as Y/N said, "I would like that."

[mafia-nct]

Monsta X: Their S/O goes in labour at the worst time

Genre: mafia au!, crack and fluff

Warning: swearing, violence.

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Shownu:

You did not want to be here right now. At all. You wanted to be home, in bed, watching Netflix TV-shows as Shownu gave you a foot massage. But no, here you were in the middle of a gang deal. A deal that your dumb husband begged for you to accompany him.

Sitting on your husband’s right side, you listened to every words that were spoken not really understanding what was going on.

Blablabla territory blabla respecting each other’s land blablablabla.

You were getting bored; you needed something to distract you, to entertain you.

You wished you hadn’t thought that, because at the same exact time you started to have contractions. Thinking they were Braxton hicks, you didn’t think much of it. Then, a really strong contraction came making you grip your husband’s thigh.

Shownu stopped talking to the other mafia leader. “Babe, you ok?”

“No,” you said looking at the ground trying your hardest to breath through the pain, “I think I’m in labour.”

“O..Ok” stuttered your husband. ”Can you hold it for a minute? We’re almost done here.”

You lifted your head and narrowed your eyes at Shownu. “Son Hyunwoo. I swear, I will drive to the hospital and have this baby all by myself. And when I’ll be done, I’m going to come back and chop your balls off.”

Shownu looked back at the other mafia leader. “I’m very sorry, we need to go”

“No problem, we can continue this deal when that little one is here.” Smiled the other leader.

“Thanks Jaebum.” Said Shownu helping you getting up. “How are you feeling baby?”

“Like shit. These contractions hurt like a hell and you were about to chose making a deal over me.”

Shownu laughed. “I’m sorry love. Now, let’s go have a baby!”

Wonho:

Left. Right. Duck, Uppercut. Left.

His body was in autopilot when he was in the ring. Nothing could stop him from winning. Nothing. Tonight was the biggest night of fights. Boxers from different gangs all gathered to beat each other up until only one boxer remained. The Clan needed that win.Wonho, who suffered a shoulder injury, hadn’t been in the ring in a long time and, because of that, The Clan dropped from the scoreboard.

Right. And his opponent was down. A smile crept on his lips as the other guy was dragged out of the ring.

Wonho turned around to talk to Shownu and to catch a glimpse of your face. You were, after all, his good luck charm. But as his eyes searched the crowd for you, he didn’t see you or Kinhyun, whom Wonho assigned as your personal nurse for the last nine month.

Wonho took his mouthpiece out. “Shownu where the fuck is my girlfriend?”

Shownu passed a hand on his face. “Don’t panic..”

“These words are doing the complete opposite Boss.” Cut Wonho. “Where is she?”

“She’s in labour, Kihyun took her to the hospital.”

“WHAT?!”  Wonho screamed so loudly everyone looked at him. “I have to go, Boss I gotta go my baby girl is coming!”

Shownu jumped in the ring and grabbed a fistful of Wonho’s shirt. “No. You are not going.”

Wonho’s heart stopped. Was Shownu for real right now?

“But, Boss..” He started to protest.

“We need that win and we need that winning money so you’ll fight until you’re the only one left standing. Right now, she’s just having contractions and it can take hours before she’s ready to push. Kinhyun assured me that he was going to call when it’ll be time. Then, I’ll think about letting you go. Am I understood?”

Wonho’s next opponent was announce and the crowd started cheering.

“I hate you.” Said Wonho.

He put back his mouthpiece and went to work.

Minhyuk:

He barged in the hospital. Running around like a headless chicken

“Where, the fuck, is the maternity wing?” He wondered out loud

Every one looked at him in horror. He knew he looked awful but he didn’t care at the moment. All he cared about was finding you and Kihyun so he could rip his head off.

A nurse grabbed his arm. “Sir are you ok? You’re bleeding we need to attend to you right now.”

“What?” Asked Minhyuk. He wasn’t bleeding, what was this nurse talking about? He looked at his chest, where the nurse was staring. “Oh this,” he pointed at his bloody shirt, “don’t worry it’s not my blood. I’m fine but could you help me find the maternity wing? My wife just got admitted and I need to find her.”

“Sure, follow me. Do you know what room?”

Minhyuk was happy that nurse guided him because he would’ve never found your room. And he would’ve never found Kihyun waiting outside said room.

Minhyuk thanked the nurse before marching towards his friend.

Kihyun’s head shot up at the sound of Minhyuk’s feet hitting the floor. “I..I can explain!”

“You have ten seconds to explain why the hell you didn’t call me starting now!”

Minhyuk grabbed Kihyun by the shirt pushing him the wall.

“The explanation is very simple; you were in a gang fight.”

“Bullshit excuse. I told you to call me even if she hurts her little toe!”

“Yeah, well Shownu gave me orders to not call you when you were dealing with mafia stuff.”

Minhyuk released Kihyun’s shirt. He looked at the ceiling taking a deep breath. “That bitch.”

“You can deal with Shownu later, right now your wife is waiting for you.” Said Kihyun fixing his shirt.

“You’re right.”

Minhyuk grabbed the door handled ready to open it but was stop by Kihyun.

“Dude, you should change your shirt. I wouldn’t want to upset her right now if I were you.”

He looked down at his shirt then, looked back at his friend smiling. “Don’t worry, she’s seen worst” and entered your room.

Kihyun:

“Explain me how, you manage to get yourself shot every single time?” Asked Kihyun annoyed.

Every time the clan returned from a mission, Jooheon came back with a bullet in different part of his body. This time: his bicep.

“My natural luck I guess!” shrugged Jooheon.

Kihyun grunted. “I swear, next time I’m going to leave you to bleed on the carpet.”

“Now, now Ki baby.” You smiled rubbing your belly. “Fix Jooheon.”

“Yes ma’am.” Agreed your boyfriend taking out the equipment he needed.

“Thank you, Ki baby!” Laughed Jooheon

Kihyun didn’t waste anytime slapping Jooheon’s injured bicep making him screech in pain. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s attitude; he was incorrigible.  

You loved to watch Kihyun work in the infirmary and every time he’d have to fix a member you made sure you had a front row seat.

As you watched your boyfriend pull out the bullet out of Jooheon’s arm, you felt a contraction. You’d been having them since the morning. They weren’t consistent and you didn’t want to alert Kihyun because of some Braxton hicks. But, in the last hour, they’ve become regular. They were tolerable and you didn’t want to go to the hospital only for them to send you back home. You tried to concentrate on Kihyun to get your mind off of these contractions. You started to rub your belly hoping that’ll help them calm down, but a strong one hit you and you had to remember to keep breathing.

“Ki.” You called but he didn’t answer. “Baby.” Nothing again. You took a deep breath in; god this contraction was a bitch. “Kihyun, baby.”

“What?” He finally answered

“I think your son is coming.”

Kihyun stopped moving. “Like, right now?”

“Yes Kihyun right now!” You snarled

“Jeez, ok let me stitch up Jooheon and then we’ll go to the hospital alright baby?” He glanced at you. You nodded.

“That baby is so dramatic.” whispered Kihyun under his breath. “Deciding to come when I’m stitching someone up.”

“I wonder who gets it from?” You teased.

Hyungwon:

He was stationed on a rooftop across the street from one of their enemy’s base. Their boss had been threatening The Clan for some time now and Shownu had enough. He ordered Hyungwon to kill that bastard.

Hyungwon was ready. He was lying down on his stomach, the silencer was screwed on his rifle and he kept his eyes on the door of the base. He could stay like this for days if he needed to.

“Hey, Faces how is it going?” Asked I.M in his earpiece

“Good,” he answered, “I haven’t seen anything unusual and there’s,” Hyungwon looked at his watch, “only five minutes left before their boss leaves to go meet with his mistress.”

“Yeah, ok cool.” Replied I.M. “Just out of curiosity, when is Y/N due date?”

“In like a week. Why?”

“Oh, well that’s cool.”

Hyungwon felt the hesitation in I.M’s voice.

“Cobra, what the fuck is going on?”

“Nothing.” Stuttered I.M. “Nothing is happening. Every thing is fine don’t worry.”

“You’re talking about my nine month pregnant wife of course I’m going to worry. Now I won’t ask again, or the next person I’ll shoot will be you, what is happening with my wife?”

“Ok, I’ll tell you but you have to promise me to not leave your post because Shownu is going to kill both of us and I’m too young to die!”

“Cobra.” Warned Hyungwon.

“Alright, alright Y/N is in labour right now. Bunny and her are at the hospital.”

Hyungwon didn’t answer, of course this would happen. He checked his watch: three minutes left.

“Cobra,” started Hyungwon, “send Party. I need a gateway driver in exactly three minutes.”

“Yeah I can do that!”

“And tell him to drive like a madman.”

“Got it buddy.”

He shook his head. He wasn’t even surprise that his child would decide to come when he was about to kill an enemy.

Jooheon:

He looked at his watch. His buyer was late. Why were they always late? He had other places to be: like bed with you. He knew you’d probably fall asleep soon and he wanted to get home before that. Jooheon would read a story to your belly almost every night since he found out you were pregnant. He called it daddy-daughter bonding time and he adored it. He loved that you would laugh at the voices he would make. He loved that you would always play with his hair as he read. He loved to cover your belly with kisses and he loved how you’d always tell him he was going to be a great dad. He couldn’t wait for his daughter to be born.

“Are you Jooheon?” Asked a voice bringing him out of his daydream.

“And you must be Mr. Lee!” Smiled Jooheon his buyer was finally here. If he got this over quickly he’d have time for his daddy-daughter time.

The man nodded.

“Good, “ started Jooheon, “then, let’s get started!”

As Jooheon started explaining the deal and terms that came with it, his phone started to ring. He took it out of his pocket. Seeing Wonho’s name, he hung up. Wonho knew he was in the middle of a deal right now, why would he call?

“Sorry,” apologized Jooheon “where were we?”

His phone rang, again. It was Wonho, again. He hung up, again. Almost immediately, his phone started ringing; Wonho’s name flashing for the third time.

“You should answer.” Said the buyer. “It seems important.”

“Yeah,” laughed Jooheon “sorry about that.”

He was going to yell at Wonho when he’d come back.

“What do you want?” Spat Jooheon answering the phone.

“Finally you answered!” Breathed Wonho. “Y/N’s water just broke, we’re on our way to the hospital.”

Jooheon’s mind stopped functioning. It was happening, he was going to meet his little princess.

He turned to his buyer. “I’m very sorry, but my girlfriend is in labour right now. So if that’s ok with you, I’m going to leave and go to the hospital. We can finish this another time.”

“Yeah no problem, good luck!”

He nodded his head towards the buyer and started to walk back to his car.

“Bunny, which hospital?”

I.M:

His eyes were starting to water. They were so dry. He hadn’t blinked in what felt like hours, but he was so scared he was going to miss something important if he did that he just forced his eyes to stay open. Many will tell you that hacking a bank takes days and many people. Changkyun will tell you the same thing, but he can do it alone and in a matter of hours. He needed to get this done and quick. The rest of The Clan was waiting for his signal to rob the said bank. They needed the money and they needed people to know not to mess with them.

“These stupid banks are getting better at security.” He muttered to himself

His hands were cramping up, which is understandable from the amount of coding he’s been doing in the past two hours.

“Cobra, could you hurry up?” Asked Shownu in his earpiece.

“I’m doing everything I can Boss. But they’ve upgraded their system. It’s going to take a little longer.”

“You have fifteen minutes.”

Changkyun rolled his eyes. He tapped some more codes and then, the window on his screen changed. He was in.

“Fucking finally!” he exclaimed. “Now let’s shut all of the security down and we are good.”

He heard the door to his office open.

“Babe.” You said.

“Not right now angel. I’ve been hacking this bank for the past two hours and I just got in. I’ll come cuddle when all of this is over I promise.”

“I don’t care about cuddles right now. We have a problem. A baby problem.”

Changkyun’s eyes never left his screen. “What do you mean?”

“My water broke Changkyun. The baby is coming.”

“God damn it.” He sighed. “Ok, game plan, give me ten minutes to finish hacking. After that, we’ll leave for the hospital.”

“Alright, be ..” you tried to finish your sentence but you were hit by a contraction.

Changkyun looked up when you moaned in pain. “Breathe angel, breathe.” He pressed the enter key on his computer. “And I’m done!” He exclaimed getting up to walk to you.

“Grizzly, you guys can go, I shut all the security down.” Changkyun said in his walkie-talkie. “Also, Y/N’s water broke so we’re leaving for the hospital. If you need me, I’ll be busy having a baby!”

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Pure Blood 2(Sirius Black xF!Oc)

A/N: I can't believe all the support this story has had, thank you very much.

Words: 1,986

Chapter 1 // pt. 3

Chapter 2: Rare

Fifth Year,

Percy’s POV:

“I can’t believe those marauders are making pranks already, it’s the first day of school!”

That’s the first thing I hear when I wake up, followed by someone sitting on my bed next to me.

“Come on, P. It’s getting late,” I groan and pull off the sheets from my body.

“But it’s never late for gossip, isn’t it, Jenna?” I rub my eyes.

“You know is not,” She replies with a laugh and gets up, “and less if it’s about those four boys, they never rest”

I get up as well and go to the bathroom to get change to my usual uniform.

“You’re always talking about them,” I roll my eyes.

“That’s because there’s always something new to talk about,” She replies from the other side of the room.

I sigh and examine my reflection in the mirror, the dark circles under my eyes are getting bigger and bigger, almost matching with my eyes.

Another night, another nightmare.

I take a quick shower and get dress in a few minutes. Jenna and I walk together to the Great Hall, I can hear the people in there laughing and talking really loudly though we’re pretty far away.

When we finally get in I see most of the noise is coming from the lion’s table, I roll my eyes and walk towards the Slytherin table, I gran an apple and bite on it while I sit.

“I don’t get why are they so loud,” i said to Jenna when she sits in front of me.

“They convinced Peeves to help them for a prank, you know how they get along with that poltergeist.”

“And that’s a victory?” I ask, looking at their table.

Several boys and girls are leasing towards the center of the table to listen to James Potter’s story. From my place I can only see his exaggerated expressions  and how he raises his arms from time to time, next to him I see Sirius Black, who I once call my friend, but now is one of the popular kids in Hogwarts and a total ladies’ man. His arm is around James’ shoulders, adding details to make the audience laugh a bit more. Behind both of them I see Peter Pettigrew, or the least interesting guy of their group, as anyone would say. They boy listen attentively, they only look at him a few times while talking but soon enough they leave him aside. Finally, the last member: Remus Lupin, who’s just quietly eating his breakfast next to Sirius, he’s reading something, or maybe just pretenden to read but in reality he’s pretending to not listen to their story, or just feels overwhelmed with all the eyes around him.

“Anyway, I have to tell you about that Irish guy that I met during my vacations,” Jenna’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts and now all my attention is focused on her. I smile at her words and wait to hear all about the newest story in her love life.

Jenna is quite beautiful, ever since third year she’s got this huge line of suitors. She’s got blond hair that always look perfectly done, blue eyes and a charming smile.

And don’t even get me started on her general looks, with the long legs she was born with, she’s the taller than the average girl at Hogwarts, including me. But even though she’s one of the prettiest girls, and all the rumors around her, she never acts like she’s better than anyone else, and never plays along with what people talks about her.

She knows her beauty attracts most of the guys and makes lots of girls feel jealous, but she’s never done any harm. She rejects politely to any boy that tries to ask her out and it’s always local to her current relationship. She’s never really “bad” unless it’s necessary. Everyone could talk about her and believe the worst, but in reality she’s my sunshine. A lightning of hope on my darkest times, she never stops shinning.

We’re friends since second year and she’s the only real friend I’ve had in my whole life.

“But I had to reject him,” She ends the story, supporting her face on one hand, “P, you should’ve seen him, he was so charming! all dreamy��”

I laugh lightly and shake my head.

“You will find someone better this year,” I finish my apple and live the rest on a plate. She lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“I doubt it, I’m tired of dating the kids in school. I need someone older”

“Well, if you find anything, let me know,” I smile jockingly.

“Oh, but you already have one like that, honey,” She says in a playful tone.

“Who?”

“Don’t play innocent, I know there’s a certain younger boy who would die to be with you…”

“Don’t start.”

“Please, Regulus only have those grey beautiful eyes for you, besides he’s pretty mature for his age, and he’s also very cute.”

I groan at her words.

“Yeah, you’re right, he’s cute and blablabla… but never in a million years I would try to be with him like that. He’s like my little brother.”

“So… like incest?”

“Jenna!”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” She laughs, “but if you really think that, you should tell him.”

She lowers her eyes towards my plate and notices I only have the leftovers of the apple on it.

“Is that all you’re going to eat?” She asks, I nod, “you’re sure? It was just an apple”

“I’m not really hungry,” I shrug, before she can say anything else, i gran my bag and get up, “I have to go, I have potions…”

“Okay, see you later…” Replies unsure.

I walk out of the Great Hall and go through the halls with my head high and my back straight as usual, some people watch me curiously, the youngest even look a bit scared, when they let me pass. That would’ve cheered me up before, since I’ve been getting this reactions ever since third year, but now, they just cause me anxiety.

My thoughts are interrupted when I turn right too fast and I crash into someone else, both of us let out books fall to the floor.

“Sorry, I was distracted,” The girl looks up and her smile vanishes, her expression immediately tensing.

When I see those green eyes and red hair my whole body shakes uncontrollaby, feeling a knot in my throat.

Lily Evans tares, confused and waiting for me to react.

“Aren’t you going to say anything back, Singh?” She raises a brow, I shake my head.

“I…” I don’t know what to do, i lower my eyes and notice her books are still on the floor, so I reach for them and pick them up, “t-there…” She grabs them, unsure. I clear my throat, “Bye.”

I step inside the classroom, practicar running, I walk towards my seat while my heart rounds harshly against my chest and my hands shake. I try to control my breathing.

This can’t be happening.

(omniscient narrator)

While Persephone has a crisis on the potions’ classroom, Lily Evans stays outside, her face has gone a little pale and hasn’t fully understood what just happened.

“Hi, Lily,” Remus Lupin stands beside her, since she doesn’t answer right away, the boys repeats in a more worried tone, “Lily?”

She blinks quickly and notices Remus next to her.

“Oh hi, Remus”

“Are you okay?” She nods.

“It’s just…” Lily turns around towards the door where Persephone disappears, “something odd happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“Persephone Singh, I crash against her by accident and she… did nothing.”

Lupin stares at her in confusion.

“Wait, she didn’t hurt you or anything when she hit you? Are you sure?, you’re very pale”

“No Remus, that’s the weird part. When I saw it was her I thought she would start a fight, or at least she would say something rude to me, but no… she just picked up our books and left. Actually, she looked nervous…”

Remus couldn’t be any more confused, he can’t believe what his friend is telling him.

“Wait, are we talking of the Persephone Singh? The same girl that has insulted you since first year because of your muggle parents? The girl that everyone calls “The slytherin princess”… She was nervous?”

“I can’t believe it either, but another thing I notice was her body language, sort of… I don’t know, scared when she saw me?”

“Scared?”

It can’t be. How could someone so arrogant, rude and intimidating like her being scared of someone like Lily?

“Moony, stop the flirting already, Slughorn is waiting,” Says Sirius once he’s beside him, “sorry Evans, but this lad,” he points to Remus, “needs to be the best so one day he can buy me pretty things,” Sirius puts an arm around Remus’ shoulders and force him inside.

Lupin waves at Lily from afar and walks along with his friend. Both of them step inside the room and sit on their usual spots, sharing the table.

After a moment, the professor enters and class starts. Most of the students pay attention to Slughorn, (except for Sirius, who didn’t hesitate to start doodling stuff on his parchment without a care). Remus ignores his friend and jeeps his eyes on the board, but something else starts to distract him.

A few seats ahead of him he sees Persephone, and the conversation he had with Lily comes back to him. Remus watches closely the girl’s back,  he can tell she’s paying attention, but as time goes by it seems she’s struggling to stay awake, her head tilts and she supports it on top of her hand, not succeding at staying alert.

Her attitude causes the curiosity in Remus to spark into action,  since she’s always fighting to be the top student. She used to be the one who always raised her hand at hard questions every five minutes, or to add something the professor might have missed. She always tried to win points for Slytherin, but now, Lupin is sure that she’s not even listening to the class.

Remus’ Flashback: (omniscient narrator)

“Remus, you know I don’t like being near to them,” Says Lily, staring at the table in one corner, where the small group of Slytherins is.

“It win’t take long, I promise”

The readhead sighs heavily, but follows her friend.

They both walk past the table but unfortunately they don’t go unnoticed, the group doesn’t hesitaste to start a fight.

“I can’t believe it, even here it’s starting to stink,” Says a blonde girl, making everyone around her laugh.

“You shouldn’t be here, Evans,” Says another boy, standing quickly in front of her, Lupin pushes him away with one arm.

“Rosier, we only came to get books, leave us alone,” Remus answers, trying to make the boy step back. He doesn’t succeed.

“Oh, look,” Evan Rosier looks at Remus, “the lion can speak. Where are your guardians, puppy?”

“Leave him alone, we haven’t done anything to you,” Lily replies.

“Yet,” adds Persephone, caughting their attention, “Who do you think you are to talk like that to a Pureblood?”

Rosier smiles, clearly pleased with himself. He steps aside to leave Percy at the front of the group, who walks closer towards the redhead.

“I-I don’t,” Lily stutters, Persephone’s dark eyes manage to intimidate her, the slytherin raises a brow.

“So?” She smirks, “all the courage that lions say they have, but this dumb girl can’t even utter a sentence. Go back to where you came from, mudblood,” She hiss in disgust.

Teas start to fall on Lily’s face without her being able to stop them, the sweet thirteen year-old runs out of the library, leaving the group of snakes laughing at their actions and her friend, who doesn’t understand how a girl like Persephone could hate so much to someone who isn’t a pure blood.

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I LOVE YOU AS MY BESTFRIEND (By: Dave Andre Beltis G11 HUMSS1

Once upon a time, there was a girl named kathryn, she is 17 years old, a senior high school student at Ateneo de Manila University. She is very famous in there campus, because of her angelic face, nice attitude and she has white skin. In short she is very an ideal type of girl. She is also one of the top students in there school, because of her high grades and extra curricular activities. She had a boy bestfriend named Daniel. He is tall, moreno and handsome. He is one of the famous boys in there campus. He is a varsity player in volleyball. He is very caring and humble person, he is very kind person and most importantly he is gentleman. In short he is an ideal type of boy. He is sometimes badboy. Because of her attitude and physical appearance, many girls in there campus has a crush on him. Daniel and kathryn are bestfriends since they were grade schools. Because they were neighbors,since then daniel and kathryn are classmates since grade school to senior high school. But secretly kathryn likes daniel. It’s starts when they were first year high school. Kathryn slowly liking daniel because they always see each other everyday. Because of the attitude of Daniel, kathryn admires him alot. When kathryn is sad, daniel is always right beside her to cheer her up. He is always right there for her to take care of her. But she didn’t want daniel to know that she likes him. Because shes scared on what things might gonna happen next or in the future, or what consequences will she faced if she will confessed her feelings towards daniel. That’s why she keep that secret.But her cousin Julia and her parents know about it. In her room,under her bed,there was a small box. Inside was her diary, letters about daniel and all of there pictures together are there. Eveytime she opened that box and write a letter about Daniel makes her blushed. (One afternoon on the hallway of their campus) While kathryn was walking with her friends. Daniel run fast towards them. And screams kathryn’s name, so that kathryn will notice him. Daniel: kaaaaaatthhhh! (He screamed) Kathryn: (she knows very well whos that voice is) (She turned around and saw daniel running and shouting towards her) Kathryn: Myghaaddd Dj why are you shouting?you seemed see a ghost?what’s the problem? Daniel: (sighs) well I have something to tell you (he smiled) Kathryn: Ohh I know that face sign is ookkkk. (Daniel holds her hand and run) Kathryn: Djjjjjj (scream) my hand it hurts (At the parking lot, in front of Daniel’s car) Kathryn: ok? So what are you gonna tell?hmmmm ( she stare to daniel) Daniel: hmmm. promise me you won’t shout or scream or don’t be surprise Kathryn: ok promise (smile) Daniel: I like someone and I want to court her. Kathryn: (laughs) omg I didn’t even knew that you know how to court a girl (Inside her, she expected that she is the one who will court by daniel but it turned out this) Kathryn: soo? Who’s that girl( inside her: I hope its me,that girl mayne the luckiest person in the world) Daniel: I like her for so long. I’m sorry kath cauz I didn’t tell you early about this. I like samantha Kathryn: (shocked) ohh yahh samantha (fake smile) Daniel holds kathryn’s hand and say “ kath! Im really hoping that you will help me to court her, if its ok to you my best friend?” Kathryn: if its for you and if your happy with it why not?im your bestfriend now and forever...even if there’s no forever( laughs) Daniel: there is forever for us right my bestfriend? Kathryn: ofcourse dj, just call my name and Im always right beside you ( smile and hugs Daniel) After that conversation they both went home and still kathryn cant move on, she still remembers the things daniel told her. Kathryn: why not me?(she cry)she get her diary from her box and she wrote all the things happened on that day. Afterwards she feel asleep because shes tired and sad. Samantha is there schoolmate since high school. She looks sweet girl but she has a bad attitude but everytime daniel is arround she just turned to pabebe. Many girls doesn’t like her because of her bad attitude. She is the cheercaptain of the cheerdance of there campus. So it means Daniel and samantha merely see each other everytime they have a practice on the covered court. (After 3 years) Many things had changed on there lives. Daniel and kathryn didn’t see much because they were busy on there study. They are now 2nd year college. Kathryn took up secondary education manor in english, while daniel took up a engineering. After a year of courting, samantha and daniel are now together. Because of being a charming and gentlemen of daniel, samantha fell in love to him. Kathryn helps daniel to court samantha , she is the one making the gifts, brainstorming the ideas on how will daniel courts samantha. Daniel doesn’t know that kathryn is hurt, she is in pain she cried every night, but still then he helped daniel court samantha. Until samantha said yes to daniel. The ideas that kathryn planned are the things the she hope daniel will do it to her. Everytime kathryn see daniel and samantha in the campus shes in pain but she just thinks that she should be happy because daniel is happy as a bestfriend. If daniel is happy then kathryn should be happy for him too. One day,Kathryn clean her room, because her cousin julia will come back home from USA. Kathryn and Julia are very closed cousins, since they were kids until now. Kathryn shared all her secrets, problems in life and also Julia knows all about Daniel. Julia is 1 year younger than her. It’s exactly 11:00 am that day. After kathryn cleaned her room, she decided to take a bath. She didn’t know that daniel will come to there house. When daniel is already outside there house, he rings the door bell, then Kathryn’s mom is the one who opened the gate becaue there maid’s is at a vacation. Daniel: Hi tita Goodmorning (with a big smile) he hugs kathryns mom Mom: Oh Dj Hello goodmorning also,you’re so gwapo and tall ha. Mom: Long time no see Dj. How are you now? Daniel: Well tita, Im still cute and handsome(laughs) just kidding tita, Im fine tita thankyou for asking. Daniel: Is kathryn inside tita? Mom: Yes, I think shes in her room Daniel: Can I go to her tita? i just need to see her, because we didn’t see and talk each other that much in school. Mom: Oh really?just go inside, I will just lock the gate, then I will cook for our lunch. Daniel: Ok tita Thanks! Daniel went to Kathryns room, when his already inside. Daniel: Kath?Kath? Are you there? (Inside the restroom) When kathryn is taking a bath, she heared a voice, kathryn knows whos that voice is. Kathryn: Dj? Is that you? Daniel: Yep yep, I’ll just wait here kath ok? Kathryn was surprised because Daniel went to their house to see her. It’s been a long time since Daniel go to kathryns house. While Daniel is waiting, he sit down to kathryns bed, while he looks around the room. He noticed a small box at the table. Because its very colorful and small he get it without even knows that all things inside the box is all about him. Kathryn is still at the restroom while daniel opened the box. When he gets the first letter he reads it. After be reads that, he then reads all the letter. Daniel: whattttt? (Confused) kathryn likes me?( whispered to him self) He then saw all the pictures of them with a description at the back.He is confused.Daniel asked him self Daniel: But why? Why didn’t she tell me? When kathryn already finished taking a bath.She went outside the restroom. She is shocked when she saw daniel was on the floor with the box. Kathryn: Dj? Why you opened that? She want to get the box but daniel stay away from her Daniel: what is this stupid things kath? Kathryn cant talk she is speechless, because her fear is that daniel will know her secret and now it is happening. Kathryn: Its just nothing Dj Daniel: nottthiinggg?!! I just reed all of it Kathryn: So what now Dj?are you happy? Daniel: Happy?for what?that you keep a secret? Kathryn: Why you cant just say it?sayy Itttt djj Daniel: what? That you like me?you like me?!! Kathryn: Yes Dj I like you, Im sorry that I fell in love with you, You don’t deserve me, Im stupid ,Im a stupid bestfriend (she cried) Daniel holds her hand and says Daniel: Kathh plss no don’t cry( he wipes her tears)you are oe of the greatest blessing and gift that God gave me, Im just scocked on what I saw, but Im sorry kath, I Love you as my bestfriend. After 4 weeks, Daniel and kathryn didn’t see each other since the day Daniel went to Kathryn house. At the hallway Daniel and Samantha are walking then suddenly Daniel saw Kathryn at the bench. Daniel: babe, I just need to get something at the library, you just go first to the library ok?I’ll just follow you at the court ok? Samantha: Ok babe see you Then Daniel runs toward kathryn Daniel: Kathh?Can we talk fo a while? Kathryn: Hi dj, for what? Daniel: about the things happen.... She covers daniel mouth Kathryn: blablabla, omg Dj judt forget that Daniel: No I will not Kathryn: Its up to you, I have something to get on the library byee Daniel: ok kath see you... Kathryn runs so fast, while Daniel is standing seeing kathryn run he whispered to himself Daniel: I miss you so much bestfriend (sad face) And then ge look back and go to the court, while kathryn runs she suddenly collided with a guy. Guy: Im sorry Kathryn: Im so sorry (they look at each other) Guy: be careful next time miss (then he smiled) Kathryn: yeah I will thanks ( smile) And she walk fast The guys wants to get the name of kathryn but smhe didn’t ask because kathryn walk so fast, he thinks kathryn is in a hurry. After 2 months Kathryn went to daniel house she calls daniel through phone Kathryn: Hello Dj, we need to talk Daniel: Hi kath, right now? Kathryn: Yes right now Daniel: Ok wait I will just change my clothes Kathryn: You dont have to Daniel: Why? Let me ask you where are you now? Kathryn: Im already outside in your house dj Daniel opened the curtains and saw kathryn. He fastly go down stairs and went outside. when daniel is already outside kathryn suddenly hugs him tight. Kathryn: I Love you so much dj(she cried) Do you love me too? Daniel noticed that kathryns was kinds drunk, he smelled kathryn Daniel: wait kath?, did you drink? He gets kath to his chest and hold her shoulders. Kathryn: No dj I didn’t drink(laughs) Then again kathryn hugs him tight Kathryn: Dj I love you so much please love me too Daniel: Are you crazy kath, Have a girlfriend Kathryn: Please break up to her for please Daniel: You are just drunk kath thats why you said that Kathryn kissed daniel, but daniel pushed away kath Daniel: Are you crazy kath?!! Kathryn: please love me dj Daniel: I told you last time, I love you as my bestfriend nothing more nothing less After that Daniel drive hone kathryn. Actually it’s kathryn first time to drink and be drunk.She is with someone. After 3 days kathryn apologizes to Daniel. Daniel forgive her,they become still bestfriend. Everything was doing well and ok now. Daniel and Samantha are getting stronger. While kathryn is till on the process of moving on and accepting the fact that she and daniel are only bestfriend. She is now focusing on her studies and to herself. (After 3 years) They graduated. Kathryn became a teacher in a university while daniel became an engineer in a private company. Last 3 years when they were at there 2nd year college. Kathryn and her parents decided to buy a new house and it simply means that kathryn will transfer from another. After they transfer from there new house. Kathryn and Daniel didn’t see each other, they have no phone calls at all because she threw away her sim card so daniel will no longer call her, she ended there communication.She had no hard feelings towards Daniel but She think it is better if they have no communication, she wants to move on to all those things happened in her life, and she wants to move on to daniel too. One day, Daniel was assigned near where kathryn was working. Daniel was new to that place because it is way too there house.The workplace of daniel was a bit near to where kathryn is working. Its lunch time, Daniel with his workmates decided to buy there lunch at the university near there workplace, it is where kathryn is working.Some of Daniels workmates told him that they always eat and but there lunch at the university since it is yummy and affordable.While entering the gate, They walk at the hallway, Daniel look around, when he suddenly saw a tarpaulin with the pictures of the new comers teachers.When he is looking the tarpaulin he suddenly noticed a girl, Daniel: is that kath?(he whispered) When she saw the picture of kathryn he seems very happy and excited to see her since their workplace and the university is very near. He can visit kathryn anytime he wants. But his problem now is to find kathryn in the university. After they buy there lunch they decided to go back to their office to eat their lunch while going out Daniel told himself Daniel: I hope we see each other again kath (smile) I will find a way to find you (After 1 week) He decided to visit the university since he has now the confidence to face kathryn again. He ask some of the students in the campus. Daniel: Hi goodmorning! Do you know Ms.Kathryn? Student 1: Oh hi sir Goodmorning also. Wait who?Ms.kathryn?(student1 look at student 2) Students2: Oh Ms. Kathryn Bernardo the new teacher of the campus. Student 1: oh I remembered Ms. Kathryn is the new teacher. Daniel: Oh great! Actually Im finding her, where is her room number or office by the way? Student 2: 3rd floor at SAC building near the cafeteria I think its room number 134 Daniel: Oh that building at the left?(he pointed the SAC building) Student 1: Yes sir Daniel: ok thanks guys God Bless Student 1&2: No problem sir have a great day! Daniel went to the building to find kathryn. When he is already at the first floor he whispered to himself. Daniel: Im here kath ( smile) The school is having a class since it is 10 am.When he is already at the front room 134 he peek out in the window to see if kathryn is there. When there is only the students he opened the door and go inside. He asked the students. Daniel: Hi guys Goodmorning!where is Ms.Kathryn Students: Goodmorning sir Student 1: He is at her office sir,she just get something then she will be back. Daniel: Oh really?Thankyou guys Students: Your welcome sir When daniel closed the door,he turned left and saw a girl walking towards him, since the girl was far,he can’t see clearly the face,when the girl is near towards him , that face is very familiar to him. Daniel: Kath? Kathryn: Dj?is that you? Daniel waits until the last class of Kathryn. It is already 3 pm (in the room where there is only the two of them) Daniel: how are you Maam Kathryn?(laughs) Daniel: Its been years since the last day we see each other. Kathryn: Yes its been so long since we see each other Dj, By the way what are you now? Daniel: Well Iam now a engineer at private company.Im really happy now that I see you again after a years. By the way where did you go?why didn’t you tell me kath? I worried a lot, I searched you on facebook but I cant see your account, Ive call you a lot of times but you didn’t answer. I ask many people but then they didn’t also know where did you go.Why did you leave without me knowing that your leaving? Kathryn: Theres so many things happened in the past years Dj,right? Kathryn: I just need some space to grow by my self and to find my own happiness. Kathryn: Im really also very happy that I see you again Dj Kathryn: So how are you now?How’S samantha by the way? Daniel: Well its been 2 years since we brake up kath Kathryn: Oh really?,Im sorry to hear that Dj. Daniel and Samantha broke up because daniel saw the true attitude of samantha, they have no time for each other, they already no spark, since then Samantha find her happiness to other guy, she had a secret relationship with other guy without daniel didn’t know. When the time Daniel knows the truth, he broke up to her. Since then daniel became single until now. Daniel: I realized that if could only bring back time I hope I choose you kath rather than samantha. Daniel: Kath Im sorry because I didn’t listen to you Daniel: I came back because I want you to be mine kath Kathryn was shocked on what daniel said. Daniel: I really missed you kath, can we bring back those good memories of us? Daniel: I want to make more memories with you kath (he holds her hands) Kathryn: Everything happened for a readon Dj, Im happy right now because I see you again but the things that you sa earlier is very complicated now Dj. Kathryn: now and the past are very different. Daniel: complicated?why is it complicated kath? Kathryn stands and walks towards the window Kathryn: Im getting married Dj (She shows her hand to Dj with an engagement ring) Daniel was shocked Daniel: but why? Kathryn: No dj, you should ask yourself why you didn’t choose me before, why you didn’t listen to me? Are you gonna still go and find me? If you and samantha didn’t broke up?Do you still gonna find me? Kathryn: Im sorry Dj , but I didn’t regret on what things happened in the past, because in that pain I became more braver, I learned a lot from that,I became a better version of myself. Kathryn: Im happy right now dj, I hope you will find your someone soon, someone that can love you, someone that can be your bestfriend, someone that will not leave you.We can still be bestfriends Dj,we can make memories together again. Daniel:Do you love me kath? Kathryn: (holds daniel face) I love you Dj as my bestfriend. Kathryn is getting married to James. James was that guy collided before by kath. Since the day James know the name of kath, he is always chats her, until they became close, he is the one who is always there for kath, he can make kath happy, he is the who cheers up kathryn everyday, he is the reason why kathryn moved ob from daniel, he always gave kathryn flowers and chocolates and gifts so that kathryn will be happy and so that she can fell that someone is loving her.After a year, they are now married and they live happily ever after. #creativewritingshortstory

[ryncorrect]

university!au: day6 wonpil

first of all i will definitely do poorly on this because,,, you know,,,,, he’s so precious and i don’t think my words can do it justice ksbdjshs i wanna make the sweetest scenario for him

but i suck at sweet stuffs smh bye

name: kim wonpil

major: modeling (i still cant believe this is an actual major im living under a rock smh)

other activities: member of music club, keyboardist and main singer of the university band

jae calls him “the backbone” of the music club because wonpil participates in all club events, he always takes part in weekly activities, and he actively finds new recruits

jae on the other side pops up once in a blue moon to play guitar, do shit, then disappears

don’t worry ever since jae starts dating the newest member who happens to be wonpil’s bestie he’s more active now

honestly more than half of their club members joined because wonpil made them to

he’s persuasive and convincing okay you would end up eating rocks if he told you it’s good for health

but he’ll never do that ever bc he speaks no lies okay he’s like the sweetest person in the earth

he’ll cry by the sight of cute puppies, do i have to explain further

wonpil was nominated as the club president but the other candidate park sungjin who’s also his roommate beat him by one vote

well he prefers to be just regular member anyway, that way he can still do a lot of things for the club but with less responsibilities

you see he’s really nice, he’s caring, he’s hardworking, he’s confident, he knows how to present himself and he’s hella attractive

he’s taking modeling as his major do i make myself clear

everyone LOVES wonpil

and i mean sometimes it’s just not only a platonic love but like an “i will give you my heart and soul please marry me” love

too bad he’s oblivious af

someone: i,, i like you wonpil,,,, d-do you like me too?

wonpil: of course!!! you’re my friend!!!!!!!!!

someone: ….oh ok

accidental friendzone

but you know he doesnt actually mean to do that, he just doesn’t think anyone likes him like that

moreover he already has someone in mind

aka the coffee shop girl

aka Y O U

yeah hello guys i am: still lame

the first time he met you was on exams week

everyone was busy and stressed af and running on almost no sleep

except maybe wonpil

not because he was fully prepared but more like he forgot exams week was coming until the day before so he just decided to wing it lol whatevs

anyway his roommate aka sungjin asked him if he could go buy him a double shot espresso so wonpil did

he rarely visits coffee shops tbh and when he does he always orders vanilla latte with extra syrup for himself

wonpil seems to be that kinda person who tries to enjoy coffee but can’t handle the bitter taste its so frickin cute and trust me you think so too

so anywayyyy yeah he never saw you, aka the new barista, before

it was ur first work day as well btw and he was ur first customer

he didn’t know why but watching you being nervous made him nervous too

just imagine a stuttering costumer and a stuttering barista

everyone watched you two with anxiety

but even when wonpil was a nervous wreck he didn’t forget to smile and before leaving he said to you, “thanks, have a great day!!!!!!!!!!!”

honest to god it made your whole day better

anyway let’s move on to the second meeting

he comes back and this time he orders a vanilla latte, but being the clumsy ass that you are, you slightly confused his order

he receives his coffee and takes a sip and he freezes

you ask whats wrong and he’s like,, uh nothing,, the coffee is just,,,, kinda bitter today??? ha,,,hahahhaha,,,,

you stand still

wait

he asked for EXTRA SYRUP not EXTRA SHOT you dumbfucc

you offer to make him a new one and he refuses saying it’s fine!!! but you still feel bad so you insist but he’s like no!!! i gotta stay awake anyway i have an important quiz today i have to study! by the way uhhhh i’ve never seen you around until recently???

you introduce yourself and he introduce himself blablabla it’s awkward and your palms keep sweating for some reason

before wonpil left, he didn’t forget to say “have a great day!! i’ll see you around then!!!”

he’s so sweet uwu

seeing him and making him his vanilla latte (extra syrup) is one of the best parts of your job tbh

and he visits every single time you’re working which makes it better

why is his smile so adorable what the fuck

and there’s something about the way he walks that keeps you looking i mean boiiiii does he know how to present himself holy shit

that feeling when you see someone so beautiful you want to cry

the more you see him the more you want to know about him

what major is he in? what is he usually do outside the class? what kind of person is he? does he have a lot of friends? what’s his hobby? stuffs like that

too bad he always comes when it’s busy at the cafe so you can’t talk too much

neither he ever tries to initiate a conversation with you except his usual “hello! how are you today?” and “thank you, you make the best coffee! have a nice day!! see you!!!”

let’s admit it you highkey have a crush on him and EVERYONE knows

wELL it’s because you always wear that expression like "goddammit why must kim wonpil be so cute if he ain’t gonna ask me on a date” whenever you watch his back as he leaves the cafe

and EVERYONE but YOU knows wonpil’s so into you

whenever someone says something like “just ask him for his number he’ll definitely give it to you” you’re like “wtf nO that’s creepy and he won’t!! he doesn’t even know me!!!”

“he literally only comes when it’s your shift and he always makes sure you’re the one taking his order you oblivious dumbass”

“it’s just a coincidence”

“…..yeah whatever”

but they’re right wonpil’s crushing on you hard

at this point sungjin can even draw a portrait of you although he hasn’t actually met you before

that’s how much wonpil talks about you

from your whole adorable appearance to how cute your little cough is, or how he adores your little smile and the sparks in your eyes when he compliments your coffee, or he’ll describe your apron what the fuck and how he thinks your look so good in white and blue

sungjin’s so done with him

“just ask her out you stalker”

“nO I CAN’T!!! SHE’LL THINK IM CREEPY!!! SHE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW ME”

“well i bet she remembers your face by now since you always drop by when she’s there”

“but she meets a lot of people everyday there’s NO WAY she can remember me”

you see the problem now?

then one day jae decides to play matchmaker

by “playing matchmaker” i mean he follows wonpil to the cafe and straight up tells you, in front of wonpil’s face and everyone there, “yo this friend of mine wants to take you on a date and he wonders if you’re interested”

you are: blushing

wonpil is: dead pale

you: o-oh… i’m–

wonpil: yO HE’S JUST JOKING HAHAHAHA IM SO SORRY oH My gOd jAE LET’S GO

he drags his tall friend aka jae out of the cafe and since then he never visits again :(

im sad now ugh i told you i suck at sweet stuffs like this

fast forward it’s summer and the university wonpil’s attending is holding a summer festival that’s open for public

well,,,,, you decide to go and you ask some of your friends to tag along

you’re not sure what you’re hoping; maybe you just want to see how the place wonpil’s studying at looks like, or maybe you do wish to meet him by accident or something yanno like a drama

whatever

you promised yourself that if you don’t see him today, you’ll get over him

but if you do see him, you will ask. him. out.

well jokes on you babe he’s there performing on the stage with the band

he’s,,, he’s singing,,, and playing keyboard,,,, omg his voice

as you already know im uncreative soooo by impossible coincidence somehow his eyes spot you in the crowd

btw i imagine them singing Pouring but i think you can pick any songs you like

he’s so taken aback that one second he’s singing and the next second he sees you and his eyes widen and he’s like “I’m falling for–hUH? why are you here??” to the microphone

don’t worry the others cover for his mistake while trying not to laugh

everyone laughs too while looking around to find the person whom wonpil sees

you’re embarrassed as fuck you want to curl up and hide forever

but your so-called-friends don’t let you get away that easy okay it’s your only chance

dw dude wonpil feels the same he wants to immediately get off the stage and die

but sungjin will literally kill wonpil in his sleep if he doesn’t do anything it’s now or never

poor boi has had enough of this pining shit

so after the band performance wonpil has no choice but to approach you

“h-hey! so you watched our stage!”

“y-yeah! it was great!! didn’t know you can sing so well”

“h-haha thanks”

“y-you’re welcome”

silence

more silence

wonpil clears his throat and, “so…”

you blink fast, “yeah…?”

“um uhhh do you wanna see around? i can take you”

“oH of course”

What Am I Even Writing Anymore

well remember your promise earlier? about asking him out?? no???

is it too late to chicken out and forget the whole thing now

you barely know each other it’s so awkward and he looks so fine today and you really don’t wanna push him even further now but if you hesitate longer who knows someone else will ask him first and just the thought alone breaks your heart a little bit

so it’s time to grow a pair and take risks cmon dude you can do this

one

two

“anywaysijustwonderifyou'refreenextsaturday?”

wait

it was!! not!!! your voice!!!!

“huh?”

wonpil clears his throat and repeats slower, “i just wonder if you’re uhhhh free next saturday?”

o shit

o fUck YeAH

you cough a bit before answering, “y-y-yeah i guess??”

“ok um i like, have two tickets for movie if you want to come with me”

that’s like the lamest invitation and you yourself gotta admit that lmao

but oh kim wonpil,, dear,,,, there’s no way i would say no

so you two go on a date

or “casual outing” as you two call it

but everyone knows it’s a date okay even though you two didn’t have any skinskip oops

it’s okay it takes a bit of time but you’ll get there

i mean, since then you two go out together almost every weekend so ye it won’t be that long until the awkwardness wears off

wonpil just cherish you so much he’s afraid he’ll scare you or hurt your feeling by accident so he never boldly initiates anything

the first time you two finally holding hands is when you two go skating, and that’s just because you two are so bad at that

gotta hold each other so you won’t keep falling aye romance

you don’t know this but trust me wonpil talks about it for days sungjin almost decides to move out

he’s still insisting it’s not a date tho

“you know what, i can already imagine you two in like 10 years, standing at the altar and be like, do you marry me as a friend or what? unclear”

“do you think we’ll get married?????”

“oh dear god”

but yeah

you two will get there

somehow

just take your sweet time and give wonpil all the love in the world i beg you

that’s it YAY i think imma work on sungjin’s next wish me luck im running out of lame cliche ideas now lol bye

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 38

“Gotten a hard time from the missus last night? Because she hardly said a word, she just keeps staring through the window, and since you're here and she's there, I'm assuming there's a little bit of trouble in paradise?” Shannon jumped on the seat on the other side of the aisle, this busride seemed to take forever and all he had wanted to do was make some conversation, pass the time, but she had been deaf and mute to him. “I didn't get anything, if you must know, just let her be, alright? She's just nervous because we're in Italy..” Jared tried to get back to his reading but he only aroused his brother's curiousness, “what's in Italy that makes her so nervous? It's an amazing country, she should talk to Stevie, he'll help her get rid of all her Italian hang-ups” Shannon grinned. “Leave Stevie out of it, you idiot! Harper is Italian too, it's the 'going back home' that's got her upset” he hissed, meanwhile her mind was swirling with memories just looking at the landscape that whizzed by, she still knew it like the back of her hand, this was the country she had grown up in and these were the roads they had driven on so many times when the family assistant/nanny would drive her and her siblings to the airport to be reunited with their parents who had left a few weeks before for the start of yet another one of her Dad's new diplomacy jobs. Was she happier then? As a child? Stupid question, no of course she wasn't, she was the child nobody ever wanted, not her parents who hadn't even planned her, she had been an 'accident', not her older sister and brother, to them she was a little pest, and a convenient punching bag when her father took his frustrations out on her, when all she had ever wanted was to have some attention from her parents, a comfortable chest to snuggle up to, a warm couple of arms that held her through the night that was always filled with monsters under her bed, the only company she had those days. She no longer was nervous coming back home, this was a mistake, simple as that, “hey”, she shot up when a hand touched her hair and her bewildered eyes met those blue pools “you ok?” he pushed a kiss against her forehead. “I can't do it, Jay, I just can't, this is a mistake” she panicked, shaking her head ferociously, Jared cupped her face and lifted her head so she would look at him, “it's gonna be fine, I swear, we don't have to do anything you don't want, just take a deep breath”. She puffed herself past her panic attack together with him, ok calmer, she felt herself definitely get calmer, “if you don't want to go then we won't, but just don't take any rash decisions right now, we'll go to the hotel, we'll settle in, we'll talk and then you can still decide whether you want to give them a call or not, ok?”. He made it seem like no big deal at all, she knew better of course, but maybe this was just what she needed for now.

Blablabla, how much could anyone talk about a show that practically ran itself? She kept rummaging through her bag, while Jared was doing yet another briefing, lately their room seemed to be the center of the Mars-universe, everyone just came waltzing in, nibbling away at her and Jared's privacy. What was she gonna wear? This dress?? wasn't it a bit too formal? On the other hand they had never seen her in clothes like these..her mother was gonna be in shock, hihi..wait no, just call them first, you don't even know if you need to choose a dress or not..no I'm too nervous to do that, get a grip, just call. In the corner of his eye, he could see her walk into the room, obviously lost in her thoughts, heading for the door, “Babe?” his voice stopped the continuous rehearsal in her head of the things she was planning to say. “Yeah, I'm just gonna..you know..I'll be right back” she softly said as she opened the door to have a little bit more privacy in the hall, she was shaking with nerves as she closed the door behind her again, ok calm down, just do it. The phone lay in her trembling, clammy hands, ok..here went absolutely nothing, one ring, shiver down her spine, another one, three..”Pronto?” her mother's voice drifted in her ear and her breath got stuck in her throat. “Ciao Mama, sono io..Harper Coco” she breathed, barely able to find her voice..did she hear her? Why didn't she say anything? “Mama?” she repeated again and held her hand over her heart, “Coco..allora perché mi chiami?”. Jared came walking into the corridor to find his girlfriend pacing back and forth, one hand glued her phone to her ear, the other arm folded around her upper body, her head bent and talking in italian. Stevie who came walking out of the room, stopped in his tracks and raised his eyebrows at Jared “uh-oh..sounds like a really heavy conversation, is she alright?”, Jared didn't really answer so Stevie just touched his arm “later ,man” and walked away to his own room. 

As soon as Harper pulled the phone away from her ear, he walked up to her “everything ok?” of course it wasn't, you idiot, but he just didn't know what else to say. “No, yes, I dunno!” she pushed herself against his chest in a tight embrace “she sounded so cold..but she finally agreed to seeing us tonight, I don't know if my Dad's around, she didn't say” her warm breath pierced through his shirt. Oh god no..”tonight?” he held her tighter, hoping she wasn't gonna blow up at him “I have the show to play..”, he felt her nails dig in his skin, “what?? oh..” she closed her eyes in despair, of course he had a show to play “ok..I'll go by myself then”. Her words stung and his heart froze when she slowly let go of him “I'll go get ready then I guess” she tried to avoid his eyes, she didn't want him to see her disappointment, even though it was completely her own fault, she could have told her mother to postpone and meet up tomorrow morning for breakfast or something, but she had just been so frikkin nervous. Jared's heart broke watching her shuffle back inside their room, “Coco” her name danced on his lips but she didn't seem to hear him so he followed her inside “call her back, we can go see her in the morning, I don't want you to have to do this alone”. Neither did she, “I don't want to do this on my own either, but in the end it's my problem and not yours, I have to face my demons and there's never a good time to do that, is there?” she shrugged while she grabbed the dress she seemed to have selected, and then threw it back in the suitcase. “Who am I kidding? My own mother is less than excited to see me after all this time, so why should I show up in a dress that isn't me, I'm going to go as myself, not as a wannabe-perfect daughter”.

”I don't feel good about this” he stood behind her while she put on her jacket, she had taken a shower and got dressed in complete silence, she oozed a distance that he didn't like at all, she wasn't angry and had told him over and over again but he was still uncomfortable, this was something he needed to do with her, he had promised her. “Neither do I, but it is what it is..good luck with the show” she stood on her tiptoes to kiss his mouth “don't wait up, I don't know when I'll be back” and twisted the doorknob and walked out, whispering a silent 'bye'. The satnav guided her up the swirly hill of her hometown, time really had stood still, there was the little grocery shop where they used to come and buy sweets or icecream in the summer as kids, they also sold a really wicked set of watercolours back in the day, but her mother would never buy it for her so she saved and saved until she could actually buy it herself, she had been so proud of buying her first colours but her father wasn't equally impressed and had just yelled at her to focus more on school than on some stupid kiddyfingerpainting as he called it and had thrown the box with watercolours in the bin. She shuddered against the endless stream of horrible memories and pulled over to the curb, trying to calm down she looked around the silent town piazza that bathed in the moonlight, did anyone still live here? Had it always been this quiet? The contrast with the constant hussle and bussle of New York just couldn't be more obvious..oh god, she missed New York so much..would she ever go back? Jared kept promising they would but then again, he promised he would come with her tonight as well..stop being so bitter and stop taking it out on him, he wasn't the reason, go face the real cause of all your bitterness. She put the car back into gear and drove off again, she wasn't ready for what was about to come, but she would never ever be, would she? Ten minutes later, she lowered speed as she drove down the street she had fled from in the middle of the night after the umpteenth fight with her Dad so many years ago. The majestic house doomed up out of the black night, there it was, her stomach spontaneously tied in knots the minute she steered the car onto the driveway, no turning back now, she stopped right in front of the entrance and switched off the engine, here went absolutely nothing.

80 miles further north Jared felt like he was playing the absolute worst show of the tour so far, stress was affecting his vocal chords, stress about her returning to a more than probably warzone, driving up there all by herself, ok focus, smile and do that scream one more time, that'll drive them nuts. Yep, works every time, concentrate now, the last part of the show and then some more meet and greets, come on, these people paid a lot of money to spend some time and a picture with you, but the time he would love to spend with her right now was simply priceless. An hour later he walked off stage while Shannon was banging out the last notes, “stand still, I still need to disconnect these things” a member of the crew plucked at the machinery still attached to the back of his pants while he was jittering and anxious to get back to his dressing room where his phone was. “Have you heard from Harper? Is she back yet” he shrugged off the wires once they were loose, “nope, haven't seen or heard her”, dammit what time was it? Almost midnight? He rushed over to his dressingroom, even though he knew she wasn't there, that didn't stop him from being disappointed. He quickly grabbed his phone, nothing..not from her anyway, “You comin'?” Shannon stuck his head round the door, “I'll be right there, just a quick shower” he pulled his wet T-shirt over his head.

By the time they walked out of the venue, he was beside himself with worry, and that's when he saw a car parked close to the bus with dimmed lights, H..Harper!, the passenger's door opened and she lifted her head from the steering wheel. “Babe! You ok? I was getting really worried something happened, How did it go?” he leaned over the midconsole, and pushed her hair away from her face, she didn't even need to answer, her face looked ashen and she was shaking like a leaf. “I'm not ok..I hope this is a panic attack I'm having right now, if not then I think I'm actually dying” she shook her head and clutched her heart, “you're not dying, not on my watch” he tried to sound light but still his fingers quickly checked her pulse, definitely a panic attack. “Wanna tell me about it? What has you so upset? Did you actually see them? Talk to them?” he kissed her hand, “I talked..no, correction, my mam did the talking, if you could call it that..she just..” her breath hitched again “basically she saw me and kicked me back out again, saying that my Dad had come home unexpectedly from one of his diplomatic missions or whatever..” she bit her lip, fighting against tears “she didn't want to upset him..can you believe that? You kick out your own child so the master of the house wouldn't get upset by his own flesh and blood that he tries to deny? Fuckin' assholes!” she slammed her hand on the steering wheel. “Shhh, it's ok..” he put his arm around her shoulders but she resisted when he tried to pull her closer, “no, it's not ok..” she pulled away and nervously fished a cigarette from her handbag and lit it “let's just get out of here..all I want to do tonight is get back to the hotel and let you fuck my brains out” her eyes on fire as the smoke of her cigarette drew curls around her face.